A Girl in Every Port Page #5

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Congratulations.

- Used to be.

- Oh, too bad.

I give you instructions to extricate

Seaman Dunnevan from a horse-racing swindle

and the next thing I hear you've got

another horse and now you're racing him.

It's very simple. This horse has got a twin.

- Twin? What twin?

- Little Aaron. Now...

- Just a minute. Who's Aaron?

- He's the twin. I mean he's the other one.

- What other one?

- Shamrock.

Shamrock who?

I don't know his last name but he hasn't

got weak ankles and neither has Jane.

Jane? Who's she?

- Is she anybody's twin?

- Not that I know of but I'm all for it.

There's too many Millicents.

She's engaged to Bert Sedgwick.

Millicent, Jane, Sedgwick.

You're beginning to get it straight.

When you do, explain it to me.

Aaron's got weak ankles, so Millicent,

who doesn't know about Shamrock -

he belongs to Jane

and his ankles aren't weak -

she wants Bert Sedgwick to give up racing,

only she thinks Aaron is Shamrock

and Shamrock thinks he's Sedgwick, or

is it Sedgwick who thinks he's Shamrock?

I get a little confused on that myself.

No, no, please, no more.

Do you follow me?

That's enough.

I don't want to hear any more about it.

Just go away. That's all I ask.

- Just go away.

- Aye aye, sir.

Glad you got it cleared up.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- I hope you didn't mind my asking for you.

- Of course not.

Breakfast is over.

You'll have to order from the lunch menu

but it's the same as the breakfast menu.

Unless you want dinner

and that's the same as the lunch menu.

I see. To tell you the truth, I've already

had breakfast and it's too early for my lunch.

I actually came to see you, made inquiries

and found out you worked here.

You needn't have gone to any trouble.

I could have told you.

I didn't know where to find you to ask.

If you'd found me,

you wouldn't have had to ask.

Yeah. Yeah, that's right.

- Is that all you wanted to see me about?

- Uh, no... I wanted to talk to you.

- About what?

- Uh... anything.

Horses. That was a great race

Little Aaron ran yesterday, wasn't it?

You mean Little Shamrock.

Whatever you call him.

I didn't know he had it in him.

Oh, he had it in him, all right.

A lot of things about horses you don't know.

That's open for argument.

All you'd think about was winning

and there's lots more to it than that.

- There is?

- Of course. There's raising her

and understanding her and believing in her.

I see.

Well, maybe if my horses

looked a little more like you.

The way you handled the others,

I wouldn't care to be one of your horses.

Oh, I've got to go now.

Uh, wait a minute.

Do you think they might sell him?

- Who?

- Little Aaron.

I might buy him just to prove to you

I know how to handle a winner.

But I thought your fiance

didn't want you to own any horses.

Well, uh... she doesn't, exactly.

Anyway, you'll have to ask

Benny and Tim, they own him now. Bye!

Bye.

- Hi there.

- Hi.

Just the man I want to see.

Pretty nice horse you got.

- You mean Shamrock?

- I mean Little Aaron.

If you're talking about

Little Aaron, he can be had.

- I'll give you 5, OOO.

- Sold.

On one condition.

I might as well warn you, I've been spoken

for but state your proposition. I'll listen.

For certain reasons,

I want you to keep the title in your name.

- You've got yourself a horse.

- Send a man to pick him up.

He needs training. Another race

like yesterday and he'll kill himself.

- Another like that and he'll kill me.

- Money on delivery.

Drop in again some time.

We could make a habit of this.

And a nicer habit I've never encountered.

That goes for you too.

- Your order, sir?

- No leading questions, please.

Just wrap yourself in a piece of lettuce

between two slices of bread.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- I'll take this.

- OK.

- You just missed Bert Sedgwick.

- I saw him.

- He bought Little Aaron for $5, OOO.

- Fine.

- Told you he couldn't resist.

- You're set.

- Don't forget, you get part of it.

- Oh, no, not me.

Don't you like money? I'll get it

anyway, as soon as we're married.

That reminds me.

How about setting a date?

You've trifled with

my affections long enough.

I'm not sure I care

to be married to a sailor anyway.

Besides, what would happen to me

when you was away on a ship?

And what would happen to me

shouldn't happen to a husband.

Maybe we'd better settle down on

some desert island with a few good books.

Except who'll have time to read,

with hunting, fishing, etc...

Miss Sweet, please!

Oh, I'll see you later.

Couldn't you patronise some other place?

What's the matter with this place?

Don't knock it.

Food's good, the girls are pretty

and the price is right.

All they need is a new manager.

Good night, Joe.

- Hello there!

- Hi.

I stopped by to see you and they told me

you were through for the night. Want a lift?

- Straight home?

- Of course.

Uh, don't you like anything but horses?

Oh, yes.

I like races too.

So do I.

Then, er... why did you sell the stables?

Well, my fiance...

- Oh.

- Oh. Sorry.

If I were somebody's fiance,

I wouldn't care what they did.

You wouldn't?

If I loved them enough.

Well, Millicent loves me enough,

I think, in her way.

Don't you know?

Well, it's hard to tell. We've known

each other ever since we were kids

and we always took it for granted

that we'd get married when we grew up.

Doesn't sound very romantic.

Well, it isn't, exactly.

Millicent sort of bosses me around

and I sort of take it.

It's always been that way

and I guess it's for the best.

Oh, not for me. I don't think

anybody should be bossed.

You don't?

I mean... you don't?

No...

Papa always said that the jockey's in

the saddle but he's not riding the horse.

They're sort of a team working together.

That's the way I'd like it.

Would you? Really?

Uh-huh.

Gosh. Somebody's going to be a lucky fella.

- Who is?

- The fella that gets you.

Oh, him. I haven't even met him yet.

He sure better come out of hiding.

Do you really think he's in hiding?

I can't imagine what for, can you?

Frankly, I... I can't.

He'd better come out pretty soon

before somebody else comes along.

It's awful hard to keep saying no

all the time when...

when you're so full of yes.

I think I know exactly what you mean.

Are you going to try to kiss me?

I'm afraid so. Does it show?

Uh-huh.

It's been sort of creeping into my mind.

I, er... hope you don't object.

About creeping or doing?

Both.

Uh-uh!

There you are, young man. The horse is

now back in Mr Sedgwick's possession

and I can't say I approve.

OK.

Much obliged.

I'm sorry to see him go.

I was kind of getting to like him.

Like this instead. It's not so phoney.

The greatest ringer in history and it had

to happen to a couple of sailors.

Got anything against sailors?

Only that they stay out of horse racing.

They're bad for morale.

Rest easy, we're out. Sedgwick's got

Little Aaron and we got our money.

If you got any elephants to sell,

keep away from sailors.

Amen to that, brother.

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