Anna Christie Page #6

You're her father. Wouldn't it be a shame|for us to be at each others' throats...

...like a pair of dogs,|and I married to Anna.

So out with the truth, man alive.|What is it you're holding against me at all?

I don't want my Anna for got married.

Listen, you fella. I'm old man.

I don't see my Anna for 15 year.|She's all I got in the world.

You think now when she come on first trip,|I want her for leave me alone again?

Sure, let you not be thinking I've no heart|at all for the way you'd be feeling.

Then you do right thing, eh?

You ship away again|and leave my Anna alone.

Say, big fella like you on sea,|he don't need a wife.

He got new girl in every port,|you know that.

Oh, shut up.

Sure, there's a time come to every man,|on sea or land...

...when he's sick of the lot of them cows,|and wearing his heart out to meet up...

...with some fine, decent girl...

...and building a home to call his own,|rearing up children in it.

Sure, Anna's the one woman|in the world for me...

...and I can't live without her now,|I'm thinking.

You think I'm going let her life|be made sorry by you...

...just like her mother's was made by me?

No, she don't marry you.|Not if I have to kill you first.

Glory be to God, what talk|from a stumpy runt of a man.

It is queer fool's blather you have, about|the sea done this and the sea done that.

You ought to be ashamed to be saying|the like, you an old sailor.

I'm hearing a lot from you,|and a lot more that Anna tells me...

...you do be saying to her. I'm thinking|it is a poor weak thing you are.

Not a man at all.

You see if I'm man|maybe quicker than you think.

You know the truth in your heart. The sea|hit you a clout once and knocked you down.

You're not man enough to get up for|another, but you lie there howling murder.

I'd like to see you|in the best of your youth.

- Do what I done in the storm and after.|- Why, you young fool, you.

In old days,|when I was on windjammer...

...I went through hundred storms|worse than that.

Ships were ships then,|and men what sailing them real men.

What you got on steamers now?

You got fellas on deck don't know|a ship from a mud scow...

...and below deck, you got fellas|just know how to shovel coal.

You might as well|work on coal wagon ashore, you.

Is it throwing insults at the men|in the stokehold you are, you old ape?

One of them is worth any 10 squareheads|ever shipped on a windbag.

- You Irish swine.|- So you don't like the Irish, you old baboon?

Sure, it's that you're needing|in your family. An Irishman.

A man of the stokehold|to put guts in it...

...so you'll not be rearing up grandchildren|to be jackasses like yourself.

Sure, old men getting childish|shouldn't play with knives.

Faith, I've half a mind to hit you a clout|will put sense in your square head.

Keep away from me, now.

Hello, Matt. Are you here already?

Say, what's up? How did that chair|get knocked over?

Oh, Matt, you haven't been fighting|with him, after you promised?

I've not laid a hand on him, Anna.

I told him to his teeth I love you.|That's God's truth, and well you know it.

He tell same thing|to girl in every port he goes.

I know it's true, Matt.|Don't you mind what he says.

God bless you.

And then I said I thought maybe|you'd have a bit of love for me too.

So you told him that?

Maybe I have. I've been wondering|if I do love you.

I didn't want to, I must own up to that.

But l... I guess I can't help it,|so I guess I do.

Oh, sure, I do, Matt. What's the use|of kidding myself different?

- Sure, I love you.|- God be praised.

And I haven't ever loved a man|in my life before, never.

Faith, we'll be having a grand, beautiful|life together to the end of our days.

Matt.

- Goodbye, Matt.|- Goodbye, is it?

I'll be coming at you in a second|for more of the same.

Own up like a man|when you're beat fair and square.

Here's me hand to you.|We'll be friends from this out.

No, I don't shake hands with you, fella.|Not while I live.

The back of me hand to you,|then, if that suits you.

It's a rotten bad loser you are,|devil mend you.

No, I don't lose.|Anna said she like you little bit.

But you don't hear her say|she marry you, I bet.

No, and I don't hear her say|the sun is shining, either.

- No, I didn't say it, Matt.|- There, you hear?

You're waiting to be asked, you mean?

Well, I'm asking you now.

We'll be wedded this day,|with the help of God.

- You heard what I said after I kissed you.|- I don't remember.

I said goodbye.|That kiss was for goodbye, Matt.

What do you mean?

I can't marry you.|We've said goodbye, that's all.

- I knew that was so.|- Is it making game of me you'd be?

It's a queer time to joke with me.|Don't be doing it, for the love of God.

You don't think I'd kid you now.

I'm not joking, Matt. I mean what I say.

You don't. You can't.|It is mad you are, I'm telling you.

- No, I'm not.|- What's come over you so sudden?

You were saying you love me.

I'll say that as often as you want me to.|It's true.

But why? What? What is it?

Because...

...it's the best way I can figure out, Matt.

I've been thinking it over and thinking|it over, day and night, all week.

Oh, don't think it isn't hard|on me too, Matt.

Well, will you tell me what's preventing|this wedding...

...when the two of us has love?

I'm thinking it's listening|to that old fool you are...

...him hating me, filling your ears|full of lies against me.

Yes, Anna believe me, not you.|She know her old father don't lie like you.

You sit down, do you hear?

Why do you come butting in|and making things worse?

You're like a devil, you are.

Here I was, beginning to like you,|beginning to forget all the things...

...l've held up against you.|- You ain't got nothing for hold against me.

Haven't I, though? Well, let me tell you.

Matt, I'm surprised at you.

- You didn't think anything he'd said...|- Sure, what else would it be?

Tell me, and don't keep me waiting.

I can't tell you, and I won't.

I've got a good reason,|that's all you need to know.

I can't marry you,|and that's all there is to it.

So for heaven's sake,|let's talk of something else.

No, I'll not.

- Is it married to someone else you are?|- I should say not.

You're like them women|can't make up their minds...

...till they're drove to it.|Well, I'll make up your mind for you.

We've had enough talk.|Let's go to the other room...

...and dress in your best.|We're going ashore.

- She don't do that.|- Where do you get that stuff?

Never mind,|get on with your dressing.

- We'll see who'll win in the end, me or you.|- Stay, Anna.

She will not. She'll do what I say.|You've had your hold on her long enough.

- It's my turn now.|- Your turn? What am I anyway?

Never mind what you are.|It's what you're gonna be:

Wedded to me.|Come on with your dressing.

- Don't do one thing he say!|- She will!

- I'm her father.|- She will in spite of you.

She's taking my orders|from now on, not yours.

Orders is good.

Never mind now.|We've no time to be wasting.

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