Anna Christie Page #3

I just got here a little while ago.

Oh, it's... It's good for see you|after all them years, Anna.

Well, it's good to see you too.

Anna lilla. Anna lilla.

Oh, I had an awful trip getting here.

I'm all in.

Had a hard time finding|this place, too, you know.

I've never been in|New York before, and...

I'm just out of the hospital two weeks.

You, Anna? Oh, by golly.

But you feel better now,|though, don't you?

You look little tired, that's all.

I am...

...tired to death.

I need a long rest.

That's why I made up my mind|to come and see you.

I thought if you had a place where|maybe, if you didn't mind having me...

...I could rest up for a while. Until I felt|able to get back on the job again.

Oh, I got nice place for rest, Anna.

You rest all you want.

You don't never got to be|nurse girl no more.

You stay with me, by golly.

You're really glad to see me, honest?

Oh, Anna, I'm glad more like|everything for see you, I tell you.

Don't you talk no more about getting job.

You stay with me.

I don't see you for long time...

...and I'm getting old.

I got no one in world but you...

...and I'm going to tell you|about everything...

...and you tell me all thing|what happen to you.

But not here, now.

This ain't no good place for young girlies.

Only no-good sailor fella come here|for get drunk. You come with me.

You need lie down, get a rest.

- Where are you going?|- We go onboard.

- Onboard your barge, you mean?|- Aye.

Well, nix for mine.

Do you think that's a good place|for a young girl? Coal barge?

Yeah, I think, Anna.

You don't know how nice is on barge.

Tug come, he tow us out on voyage.

You got just water all around.

Sunshine, fresh air, plenty good grub for...

For make you strong, healthy girl again.

You need a rest like that.

You work too hard for young girl already.

You need vacation, eh?

Well, it sounds pretty good,|to hear you tell it.

I'd sure like a trip on the water, all right.

I'll go down with you and have a look.

Maybe I'll take a chance.

Seeing America from a coal barge,|that's a good one.

We go?

Wait a second. What's the rush?

- Gee, I'm thirsty.|- Oh, I'm sorry, Anna.

What you think you like for drink?

Well, I'll take a...

Oh, I don't know, really.|What have they got here?

I don't think they got much fancy drink|for young girl in this place.

Well, say, ginger ale|or sarsaparilla, maybe.

Well, make it sarsaparilla.

I tell you, Anna, we celebrate,|just this once...

...because we meet after many year.

They got some good port wine.

Now, that's good for you, I think.|It ain't strong, neither.

One glass, he don't go to your head,|I promise.

- All right. I'll take port.|- I go get it.

Well, who's the blond?

That's Anna, Larry.

- Your daughter, Anna?|- Aye.

Don't you think she's pretty girl, Larry?

Sure, a peach.

You give me drink for take back.|One port wine for Anna.

She celebrate with me just this once.

Small beer for me, please.

Small beer for you?|She's reforming you already.

You bet.

I can't stand it.

I better beat it.

I take back, Larry.

Why, you look a little tired, Anna...

...but I make you take|good, long rest now.

You drink your wine.

That put new life in you.

Skoal, Anna.

You know that Swedish word?

Skoal.

I guess I know that word,|all right, all right.

A bridge, Anna, it's pretty, eh?

Gives you the creeps, though.|It's like a great big spiderweb.

Oh, you're tired, you sick, Anna.

Someday, bridge, he look|awfully pretty to you.

I bet your life those big buildings|make you open your eyes.

Well, it scares me|to think of being up so high.

I bet we look like ants to them.

I bet they can't even see us down here.

On trip back,|I take you up in Woolworth Building.

There you see everything.

I've seen too much already.

You know, Anna, you was|awful pretty girl.

I bet you all men see you|fall in love with you, by Jiminy.

You cut that.|You talk just as they all do.

No harm your father talk that way, Anna.

Oh, fine father you are. Like a stranger.

Why didn't you ever|come out west to see me?

I'm sorry, Anna,|but after your mother die...

...I want come see you|end of every voyage...

...but when I get money|for coming west, I forget.

I get drunk and spend all money.

I don't know why, Anna,|but that's the way with most sailor fella.

That old devil sea.

She make them crazy fools|with her dirty tricks. Is so.

Well, it's good you got something|to blame it on.

Kind of tough for me, though.

I know, Anna, I'm sorry.|But if you stay with me, I make you glad.

I make you forgive me|for being no-good father.

It sounds okay with me.|I'll try anything once.

I'm glad you like it here on barge|with your old father, Anna.

Who said I like it?

Well, you change a lot in one week.

The sea air make you feel good again, eh?

Maybe. I don't know.

Four bells. What time is that?

Six o'clock.

Funny, all this sea talk.|I'm getting onto the lingo.

Now, there's where you belong,|on a real ship like that...

...sailing all over the world.

I do that many year when I was big fool.

Oh, rats.

Say, was all the men in our family|always sailors?

Yes. All men in our family crazy fools.

My father and my three brothers|is buried at sea...

...lost on sailboat.|Just like your brothers was drowned.

Sailor man is no good, Anna.|They don't never come home.

Don't never do nothing|what good men do.

And sooner or later, that old devil,|she swallow them up.

But she don't gonna got me.|No, by Jiminy, not me.

Beefing about the sea again.

Well, I'm getting so I kind of like it.

Old man?

Father.

Father!

Anna, you was scared I got hurt.

Oh, gee, I thought you were|overboard, honest.

You been sorry if that old devil,|he got Chris, eh?

Why, sure. Ain't you my father?

Oh, that's a sure thing.|You like me little, maybe?

Can the sentiment, Pa.|I'll fix you a whiskey toddy.

I'll pull off your boots first, though.

Oh, Anna, you make old fella|want to cry.

Nix on the sob stuff now.

Heave, hearty!

Oh, don't go away, Anna,|don't go away.

You was my little girl.

My Anna lilla. Anna lilla.

Anna.

- Anna.|- Yes. Here I am. What do you want?

Why you don't come turn in, Anna?|It's late, it's after four bells.

I like this fog, honest.

It makes me feel as if I was|out of things altogether.

Fog.

That's one of the worst dirty tricks|of that old devil.

Funny. I feel sort of strange tonight.

Sort of nutty...

...as if I've been living|a long, long time out here in the fog.

I don't know just how to tell you|what I mean.

But it's like I've come home|from a long visit someplace...

...and I seem to have forgotten|all that's happened.

Like it didn't matter anymore.

You must think I'm off my base.

Oh, Anna, I want always|make you happy.

We fool that old devil. We sell barge.

And you and me, we live together|in nice little house inland.

Inland? You mean leave the sea?

By golly, we have a little house,|just you and me...

...and maybe sometime comes along|a nice land fella.

You get married. You have kids.

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