Anna Christie Page #8

- Oh, sure, no hard feelings.|- Oh, Anna lilla.

I can't say it, Anna.

I think I go lie down, go to sleep.

Oh, that booze, he don't go well, Anna.

I think I'm never going to drink again.

I can't stand this much longer.

What am I waiting for, anyhow,|like a darn fool?

Anna?

- Anna?|- Yes, what do you want?

Don't say it. I know what's in your mind.

Yes, that's what I was,|and that's what I'm going back to.

I'd kill you first. And finish it up.

It's a dog's life I been living|since I found out what you are.

Oh, why don't you leave me alone.|Go away.

Don't you see I'm licked? What do you|want to keep kicking me for?

Don't you deserve the worst I'd say,|God forgive you?

All right, maybe I do. But don't rub it in.

Why haven't you done|what you said you were going to?

Ship away to the other side of the earth,|where you don't have to see me.

- I have.|- What?

You're going away, honest?

I signed on, drunk as I was,|and she's sailing tomorrow.

- Where is she going? Far away?|- Cape Town. It is at the end of Africa.

That's far for you.

- What's the boat's name?|- The Londonderry.

The Londonderry?

Oh, this is too much.

Faith, I don't blame you|for laughing at me.

True, it is the fool of the world I am|to come back to talk to you at all.

Oh, what's the use? What's the use of|me talking? What's the use of anything?

Anna...

Anna, if I could only be believing|I was the only man in the world...

...ever you had love for,|I could be forgetting the rest, maybe.

Are you trying to accuse me|of being in love...

...really in love, with them?

You fool, you.|I've stood enough from you.

Love them, is it? I hated them, I tell you.

And may God strike me dead,|and my mother too, if she was alive...

...if I'm not telling you the honest truth.

Oh, sure, Anna, if I could only|be believing you, now.

Why, Matt, you've got to believe it.

What can I do? What will I do|to prove to you I'm not lying?

Anna, would you...? Would you be willing|to swear an oath, a terrible, fearful oath?

Oh, sure, I will, Matt, on anything.

Would you swear on this?

Oh, sure. Give it to me.

It is a cross given to me by me mother,|God rest her soul.

And I'm telling you,|it has great power in it.

And I'm warning you now,|if you swear on this...

...it is me old woman herself who'd|be looking down on you from heaven...

...and praying the saints to put a curse|on you if she hears you swear a lie.

I wouldn't have the nerve,|honest, Matt, if it was a lie.

But it's the truth,|and I ain't scared to swear it.

Give it to me. What do you|want me to swear? You say it.

Swear I'm the only man in the world|ever you felt love for.

I swear it. I swear it by God.

And may the blackest curse of God|strike you if you're lying.

And may the blackest curse of God|strike me if I'm lying.

Oh, glory be to God,|I'm after believing you now.

- Now what's the matter?|- Is it Catholic you are?

- No, why?|- Oh, God pity me.

Sure, it's some devil's treachery in it.

You swearing on a Catholic cross,|and you one of the others.

- Well, don't you believe me, Matt?|- Oh, but if it ain't a Catholic you are...

I ain't nothing, Matt.|What's the difference?

Didn't you hear me swear?

I'm afraid I love you, God forgive me,|no matter what you are.

I'd be going mad if I'd not be having you.

I'd be killing the world.|We'll be wedded this day.

And we'll be happy, the two of us,|in spite of the devil.

Well, we gotta have a drink on this,|my good man.

- Blast you.|- That's the way to talk.

Oh, Matt, it's time for you two|to kiss and make up.

You'll be shipmates|on the Londonderry, you know.

- Shipmates? Has himself...?|- Aye, and I'm boatswain on her.

The devil!

You'd be shipping away to sea|and leaving her alone again, will you?

It's all right, Matt. That's where|he belongs, and I want him to go.

You've gotta go too.|We'll need the money.

And as for me being alone, why,|that runs in the family...

...and I'll get used to it.

I'll get a house somewhere and I'll make|a regular place for you two to come back.

And now you'll drink|and be friends, huh?

Sure.

- Here's luck to you.|- Skoal.

Well, you'll not be lonesome long.|I'll see to that, God willing.

Sure as himself will be having|a grandchild riding his foot, I tell you.

- Maybe twins.|- Oh, quit your kidding.

Is it any religion at all you have,|you and your Anna?

Well, in the old country,|we was Lutherans.

Lutherans, is it?

Oh, then I'm damned entirely.

Oh, well, what's the difference?

It is God's will anyhow.

It's queer, you and me|shipping on same boat that way.

That ain't right.

It's that funny way old devil sea|do her worst dirty tricks.

Aye, is so.

Faith, I'm afraid you've the right of it|for once, devil take you.

Why, gee, Matt, you ain't|agreeing with him, are you?

Come on. Here's to the sea,|no matter what.

Be a game sport, man. Drink to that.

Fog, fog all time.

You can't tell where you was going.

Only that old devil sea.

She knows.

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