Anna Christie Page #4

Oh, by Jiminy,|that sure is a pretty picture, Anna.

Maybe. I wanna be with you...

...but somehow|I don't wanna leave the sea.

She's old devil, Anna.|Don't let her get you.

Well, ain't it natural, me loving the sea?|It's in the blood, ain't it?

I think I'm a big fool for bring you|on this voyage, Anna.

Now you're talking nutty yourself.

You act as if you were scared|something was gonna happen.

- Only God know that, Anna.|- Well, then, it'll be God's will...

...like the preachers say,|what does happen.

No. That old devil, she ain't God.

Ahoy!

Ahoy!

Ahoy!

- What's that?|- Oh, that scare me for a minute.

Is just some fisherman|lose his course in fog.

Sound come from this side.

They come in from open sea.

Ahoy!

What's trouble?

Heave a rope when we come alongside.

- Where are you, you scut?|- This way!

Right you are.

Why don't he stay where he belongs.

Johnson, come and give a hand.

Anna, you go in cabin,|get whiskey, please.

Those fellas will need a drink|for fix them up.

Johnson, come here.|Give me a hand here with this fella.

- What is it, sir?|- They come in from the open sea.

- Must be sailor fellas.|- The open sea?

That old devil is doing|something again, Johnson.

Three of them there.

- Did you see them there, Johnson?|- Sure, a couple of them is out.

Make fast rope there, you fella.

Right you are. Heave away.

Come in here.

- Johnson.|- Johnson, you get that other fella there.

Right away.

Anna, get whiskey, quick.

These here sailor fellas...

...their steamer got wrecked in storm.|Been five days in open sea.

Johnson brings another fella.|You take whiskey to him.

Take your whiskey, here.

Are these all?

I'll get whiskey inside. Take that to|the man's who's coming onboard now.

What's this tub?

Well, we're safe anyhow,|with the help of God.

Sure, it's me, Matt Burke himself,|dreaming again.

You drink this|and you'll find it's no dream.

The devil with the drink.

But I'll be taking it anyhow.

Sure, I'm needing that.|It's fine stuff.

But it wasn't the drink I meant|when I said, was I dreaming.

Sure, I thought you was some mermaid|out of the sea, come to torment me.

Aye, real flesh and blood, devil the less.

Cut that.

What's a fine, handsome woman|the like of yourself doing on this scow?

Never you mind.

You're a great one, honest. Starting right|in kidding after what you've been through.

I'm telling you, but for the strength|and guts in me, we'd be scoffed...

...by the fishes this minute.

Gee, you hate yourself, don't you?

But you must come and lie down|and go to sleep.

Lie down and sleep, is it?

But you'll not be thinking|I'm a weak scut.

Sure, I could lick any man on this boat|with one hand tied behind me back.

I could lick all hands on this tub|one by one, tired as I am.

Ain't you the hard guy, though, huh?

But never mind that fight talk.|I'll take your word for what you say.

You're all in, own up to it.

The devil I am.

Well, be stubborn, then, for all I care.

And I must say I don't care|for your language.

The men I know don't pull rough stuff|when ladies are around.

Ladies! Let you not be making|game of me.

Whisht, now, milady,|it's one of your kisses I'm needing...

...to take the tiredness from me bones.|One kiss, now.

Let go of me, you...!

Oh, gee, I was scared for a moment|I'd killed you.

Killed you, you say?

Faith, it would take more than a bit|of a blow to crack my thick skull.

Glory be, you got a power|of strength in them fine arms of yours.

Forget it. I'm sorry it happened.

Only, you've no right|to be getting fresh with me.

Listen, now, don't go getting|any more wrong notions.

I'm on this barge because|I'm making a trip with my father.

The captain is my father.|Now you know.

I'm sorry.

I'm thinking I'm not good enough|to kiss the shoe soles...

...of a fine, decent girl|the like of yourself.

Will you forgive me now|and let's be friends from this out?

I'm thinking I'd rather be friends|with you than anything else in the world.

- Sure.|- God bless you.

It is a clumsy ape I am.

Sure, it is great power I have in me hand|and arm, and I do be forgetting it at times.

You're sure strong, all right.

Sure, it is the will of God in it...

...that brought me safe|through the storm to the one spot...

...in the world where you was.|Think of that, now, and isn't it queer?

Anna, you get in cabin, you hear?

Who do you think|you're talking to, a slave?

You need to rest, Anna.

What are you doing here,|you sailor fella?

You ain't sick like others.

You get in forecastle, they give you bunk.|You hurry, I tell you.

But he's sick. He can hardly stand up.|Look at him.

Is it giving me orders you are, me bucko?

Let you look out, then.

Weak as I am,|I can break you in pieces...

...and throw you over the side,|and your crew after you.

I was forgetting, you're her old man.|Sure, I'd not lift a fist to you for the world.

Come inside. You can have my bed|if there is no other place.

That's your dirty trick, old devil...

...but you don't do that,|no, not that while I live.

Mulligan! Sure, it is myself that's hungry.

And a pie, Matt.

Glory be, what do I care|for a stew or a pie?

It's not for food I'm hungry...

...but for the sight of your face.|- Oh, go on with your blarney, you gasbag.

Now, Matt, look what you've done.|Pick that up. Shame on you.

Sure, her with the face of an angel|and the sting of a wasp.

Oh, so it's darning you're doing.

Shut up.|You've got a voice like a foghorn.

What's this?

Well, what do you think it is?

Well, holding it up this way, it might be|new underdrawers for old Chris.

- Ain't for him, though.|- Oh, ain't it, now?

- For some sweetheart?|- Maybe.

Don't make me jealous,|or I'll burn it up and him in it.

- No. Give it to me.|- You got a guilty look in your eye.

Now, you give it to me, now. You bully.

Now...

Don't!

- Look what you've done, galoot.|- When I get ahold of him that wears it...

...l'll pull out an arm and wave you|goodbye with it.

Supper's almost ready.

Well, I've been hungry.

Well, as I was saying to you before...

Stand up, just to measure this sweater.

Sure, I will. On me head or me feet?

Your feet, silly.

It is only prayer|or paralysis can save you now, Anna.

Well, I'm praying, Matt.

It is a miracle|if your prayers are answered.

Thanks, Matt. It's for my father. And him|hating to stand up for measurements.

- Will you wear it for my sake?|- Oh, yeah.

It is a lie in your throat|and you know it.

No, it isn't.

You made it for me|with your own blessed hands.

And I'll wear it when we dock in New|York and take you out for a day's fun.

Oh, no, you won't.|It won't be finished by then.

I won't go with you.|Make up your mind to that.

- Yes, you'll go with me.|- Oh, no, I won't.

- Just the two of us.|- Oh, no.

Oh, yes. Oh, yes, you will.

Well, you won the capital prize, fella.|Help yourself.

Anybody else around?|Here we go, boys.

Why don't you test your lungs too, Matt.

I should test them,|with the fine bellows that I got?

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