A Girl in Every Port Page #6

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We gotta get back to our ship and explain

to the lieutenant how it came out.

If we can.

Hey! Hey, wait a minute!

That ain't the right horse!

What? Catch your breath! Explain yourself!

Course it's not. It's Little Aaron.

Little Shamrock's on the farm.

Tim and the Pearl

made the switch last night.

The Pearl double-crossed you.

Little Aaron's back on the farm.

The horse that you just sold

was Little Shamrock.

Oh-oh, we've sold Janey's horse.

- Where were you when he switched 'em?

- I was right here. He must be a magician.

Don't tell me he pulled Little Aaron out

of his hat. We gotta switch 'em back again.

There must be some angle to this

we can work to our advantage.

I have it!

Run Little Aaron under his own name

and everybody thinks it's Little Shamrock.

Quiet.

Quiet, everybody, Benny's thinking.

- Brain working, Benny?

- It's working.

But it's not thinking.

- Hi, fellas.

- Hi, Janey.

Somebody told us you were out here.

They said, "A pretty doll name of Janey,"

so we knew it was you.

I hope I didn't take you away

from anything important.

Don't worry. We left the captain in charge.

I'm sure he'll know what to do.

This is his chance to see

what he can do without us.

Aw, your sailor friends are all so friendly.

They've been waving at me

and saying hello just as if they knew me.

- Do they behave this way to everyone?

- If they've got what you've got.

Let's move out of the traffic

before we get stepped on.

- OK, let's have it.

- Are you in trouble?

You found out about

Little Shamrock. Not our fault.

- The Pearl double-crossed us.

- What about Shamrock?

- I had to open my big mouth...

- We sold him instead of Little Aaron.

But that's what I wanted.

That's what I came down to tell you.

Little Shamrock's your horse,

or am I confusing the issue?

Pardon me but I don't get it.

Well, it's just I'm sorry I promised

to cheat Bert, that's all.

He thinks Little Shamrock's Aaron,

so let him think so.

And what do we do with Little Aaron?

I'll take him in exchange

and he can go on working for Angelo.

It doesn't make much difference

when you figure it out.

- I'd rather not.

- It's simple.

Bert's got Little Shamrock. I've got

Little Aaron. You've got your money.

- Everything's fine.

- He's still in our names.

We'd better get out of the horse business,

or we'll be out of the service.

As long as you're in the Navy, don't

worry about being out of the service.

I've got to get back to work. Thanks for

letting Bert have Little Shamrock,

the way I wanted.

You just leave things to us, Janey.

Yeah, and we'll get 'em right,

even if we have to do them wrong.

Well, bye, now. You'd better

get back and help the captain.

Bye.

You thinking, Benny?

And what I'm thinking...

His workouts are terrific. Enter him

in the $100, OOO classic on Saturday.

$100, OOO! I wish I was a horse.

- Keep trying. You're halfway there now.

- I will.

If he wins, I'll take title in my own name.

I'll be glad to be out of the racing

business. Easier being a sailor.

And for your trouble, I'll cut you in

for 5 of the stake. How's that?

And, er... if he doesn't win?

I'll give him to you as a present.

That's what I was afraid of.

- Will we still be in the horse business?

- More likely back in the glue business.

Remember,

mum's the word till after the race.

Shake.

Sometimes I wish Aunt Gussie

didn't leave me that money.

Speak for your own half.

Miss Temple? They've just left.

Would you gentlemen

mind stepping in here?

- Please.

- Nice seeing you.

Likewise.

I might as well tell you,

I've already got a girl I'm stuck on.

I'll try to remember. This way.

Who's that? Looks like

I seen him someplace.

My father. This is his office.

Won't you sit down?

Now, then, gentlemen, my fianc

Bert Sedgwick bought a horse from you,

the title to which is still in your names.

I admit nothing.

That's right. We don't admit nothing cos

it's supposed to be a secret. Ain't it?

Take that foot out of your mouth

before you swallow it.

My foot ain't in my mouth. Is it?

What's more, I know that you intend

to race that horse on Saturday

and that it may very possibly win.

Are you by any chance trying to place a bet?

We don't take bets. We're horse owners.

That is until Mr Sedgwick takes him back,

then we'll be just sailors again.

Why don't you show her your tattoo?

Now?

As Mr Sedgwick's future wife, I'm

resolved that he shall have nothing to do

with horse racing in any shape,

manner or form.

- I think you already know that.

- We heard.

However, if this horse of his

should win on Saturday,

I doubt very much

whether he'll be able to resist.

A winner, I'm afraid,

would be a little too much for him.

Our marriage would be in serious jeopardy.

You mean you'd call it off?

- I would.

- Proceed. You interest me.

The rest is obvious.

Little Shamrock mustn't win on Saturday.

- Are you suggesting...

- Precisely.

- I don't get it.

- Rest your weary head.

- We're being asked to throw the race.

- That ain't honest.

That doesn't seem to have

bothered up you until now.

We'd like to help you

but pulling horses is out of our line.

Horses are out of our line too.

After Saturday, we quit.

You may be quitting in more ways

than you know if Shamrock should win.

Come again.

You see, Admiral Temple,

your fleet commander,

by an odd coincidence,

happens also to be my uncle.

Hadn't you noticed the similarity in names?

I thought I recognised that face.

There is a resemblance, isn't there?

He's very fond of me. When I tell him what

you've been up to and what it's cost me,

I imagine he'll be quite angry.

I heard he modelled for

the atomic bomb.

- We'll get life in the brig.

- If we're lucky.

He may be lenient

and only throw you out of the service.

Kicked out of the Navy

is worse than life in the brig.

As a consolation prize, should Shamrock

not win, and I'm certain he won't,

there'll be a fat cheque for both of you in

the mail Monday morning following the race.

You know, you're getting

more like your uncle every day.

You wouldn't consider having us shot

right now? Save a lot of time and trouble.

I have every confidence in you.

How did we get mixed up

with admiral's relatives?

Whoever figured he came from a family?

Better put your brain to work

or we're out of the Navy.

I already did. We gotta switch horses and

run Little Aaron instead of Little Shamrock.

With his bum ankles, he couldn't

win against a kiddie cart.

What about Mr Sedgwick?

He won't like that.

Can't have everything. There's a lot of

things Millicent can do that Shamrock can't.

And that goes for you too.

- Hey, what's the idea.

- Your car awaits. Don't you want a ride?

Oh, sure, thanks.

Personally, I was thinking

of taking a little stroll.

Get in.

Sure nice of you guys to give us a lift.

You can let us off anywhere. Here will do.

Stay right where you are.

You fellas got a horse

named Little Shamrock.

Yeah, how did you know?

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