Carousel Page #2
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like I done before.
What will you do now, Mr. Bigelow?
Well, first of all,
I'll go get myself a glass of beer.
I always drink a glass of beer.
Then you are bothered
about losing your job.
No, only about how
I'm gonna pay for the beer.
Will you pay for it?
You?
- How much money you got?
- Forty-three cents.
And you?
I asked you how much money you got?
Oh.
You don't need to cry about it.
If you ain't got it, you ain't got it.
Tell her to stop crying.
Carrie.
Well, that's better.
I'm going over to the carousel
and get my things.
Hey, you know that bench down the road?
The one by the... By the water,
the last one, by the tree.
I'll meet you there.
And then we'll go see about
having that drink.
It's all right. Keep your money.
This time, I'll pay.
Julie.
Huh?
I've been bustin'
to tell you something lately.
You have?
The reason I didn't care
to tell you before was...
Well, 'cause you didn't
have a fella of your own.
But now that you got one,
I can tell you about mine.
I'm glad you've got a fella, Carrie.
What's his name?
His name is Mister Snow
And an upstanding man is he
With a net full of herring
from the sea
As refined as a girl could wish
But he spends so much time
That he can't seem to lose
the smell of fish!
The last time he kissed me
the whiff of his clothes
Knocked me flat on
the floor of the room
But now that I love him
my heart's in my nose
And fish is my favorite perfume!
And a fair spoken man is he
And he said "Miss Pipperidge,
I'd like it fine
"If I could be wed with a wife
"And indeed, Miss Pipperidge
If you'll be mine
"I'll be yours for
the rest of my life!"
Next moment we were promised
And now my mind's in a maze
For all it ken do is look forward to
That wonderful day of days
The flowers'll be buzzin'
with the hum of bees
The birds'll make a racket
in the church yard trees
Then it's off to home we'll go
And both of us'll look
little dreamy-eyed
A drivin' to a cottage
by the Oceanside
He'll carry me 'cross the threshold
And I'll be as meek as a lamb
Then he'll set me on my feet
And I'll say, kinda sweet
Well, Mister Snow here I am!
Then I'll kiss him so he'll know
That everythin'll be
A livin' in a cottage
by the sea with me
For I love that Mister Snow
That young, seafarin'
bold and darin'
Big, be-whiskered over-bearin
Darlin'
Mister Snow
- Carrie, I'm so happy for you.
- Yeah.
Come on. I don't wanna be late.
Carrie, this is where he meant us to wait.
- You sure?
- Yes.
- It's awful quiet here, Julie.
- Yes, it is.
Hardly anyone ever goes past here.
Do you think the stories
about him are true?
Probably.
Well...
What are you girls doing here?
You told us to wait for you.
I meant she was to wait. You can go home.
Why, Mr. Bigelow.
would stay here with you alo...
Oh, Mr. Bigelow, it's late.
If Julie stays, she'll lose her job.
Lose your job 'cause you stay out late?
Where do you work?
At Bascombe's Cotton Mill.
All Bascombe's girls
have to be respectable.
We all have to live
in the mill boarding house
and if we're late, they lock us out and
we can't go back to work there anymore.
Is that right? They bounce you
if you ain't home on time?
- That's right.
- It's late, Julie.
We ought to go.
Are you coming?
Should I go, Julie?
I can't tell you what to do, Carrie.
All right.
- Good-bye.
- Good-bye.
Good-bye, Julie.
Good-bye, Carrie.
Well, now we're both out of jobs.
- You had your supper?
- No.
You want to eat out on the pier?
No.
You don't come around
the carousel very much, do you?
I only seen you
two or three times before today.
I've been there much more than that.
Is that right?
- Did you see me?
- Yes.
Did you know I was Billy Bigelow?
The girls told me.
- You got a sweetheart?
- No.
- Now, don't lie to me.
- I haven't any.
Why, you stayed here
the first time I asked you to.
You wouldn't have stayed
so quick if you hadn't done it before.
What did you stay for anyway?
So you wouldn't be left alone.
Holy smokes, you're dumb.
I don't need to be alone.
I can have all the girls I want.
Don't you know that?
I know, Mr. Bigelow.
All the girls are crazy for you.
Well, that's more like it.
You know what you remind me of?
A girl I knew at Coney Island.
Tell you how I met her.
We was just putting out
Is that you, Miss Jordan?
Yes, Mr. Bascombe.
- Whatever are you doing out at this hour?
- Well, I...
You couldn't be home in time now
if you ran all the way.
No, sir.
And what's it your business?
Mr. Bigelow, this is Mr. Bascombe.
He owns the mill.
I don't care what he owns.
If you ask me, he owns a lot of nerve.
What right's he got coming here...
What's going on here?
- Oh, good evening, Timmany.
- Evening, Mr. Bascombe.
- Are you having trouble?
- Well...
Him having trouble? Ask me.
I was just setting here with my lady friend
not bothering nobody.
And old sideburns here...
Hear now, Bigelow.
Don't be calling Mr. Bascombe names
unless you're fixing
to get yourself in trouble.
- You know this fellow, Timmany?
- Yes, Mr. Bascombe.
We have a report on him
from the chief of police of Bangor.
He's a pretty fly gazabo.
Works on carousels.
Makes a specialty
out of pretty young ones like this.
Gets 'em all moony eyed,
promises to marry 'em
I haven't got any money.
- That's right. She ain't.
- Oh, you found that out already.
Julie, you are a young
and inexperienced child.
And I've decided to give you
one more chance.
I'll take you back to the house myself
and explain everything to the matron.
Come, my child.
Well, don't stand there
like you didn't have good sense.
Do I have to go with you?
Well, no, you don't have to.
- Then I'll stay.
You see, Timmany?
There are some you just can't help.
- Good night.
- Good night, Mr. Bascombe.
You. I ought to throw you in jail.
- What for?
- Don't know. Wish I did.
Well, and then what?
Huh?
You were telling me a story.
You were just putting out the lights when...
Oh, yeah.
Well, just as the lights went out,
someone come along.
It was this little girl, the one with the...
Tell me something. Ain't you scared of me?
I mean, after what that cop said
about me taking money from girls.
I ain't scared.
You're a funny kid.
Well, you wanna go into town and dance?
Oh, no. I have to be careful.
- Of what?
- My character.
Huh?
Well, a girl who don't marry
has gotta be much more particular.
About what? Who she's seen with?
Oh, no. No.
About not letting other people
get the wrong impression.
See, if... If I was gonna marry,
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