Girls! Girls! Girls!
Captain! Captain!
Ross! Strike!
Hold her down, Chen!
l got a strike!
- What you got?
- lts putting up a fight!
Dont let it get away.
- Maybe youd better give me a hand.
- Right.
Watch it!
OK, Mr Morgan, shes all yours.
Watch yourself!
Thanks. Heart attacks are so common.
ld hate to bury him at sea.
- Arthur! You reel him in.
- Shut up and give me another pill.
Open your mouth... There you go, sport.
OK, Chen. Lets haul it in.
OK, Chen. Now.
Put a canvas over it, Chen.
- Where is it?
- lts in the bow, Mr Morgan.
- l like the way you did that.
- Thanks.
Ahoy, Kingfisher!
Ahoy, West Wind!
- Well race you!
- Why? You know l cant beat you.
- A sailboat take a fisher?
- l let them win.
- l can see why.
- Theyre girls!
See you at the dock, Ross!
- Sure is a beauty.
- Which one?
The boat! Sharp, aint she?
- Real yare, Jack.
- Ross.
Why dont you relax
and come get some sun with me?
- Why not check on your husband?
- No!
Take a look, Chen.
- Mr Morgan, hes sleeping.
- Thats him!
- Dont you feel sorry for me?
- ln a way, yeah.
-You must get a lot of this.
- Quite a bit.
Youd think the fish smell
would keep them away.
- You wanna keep them away?
- No! l like girls.
- Not as much as the boat.
- l live on her. ld like to own her.
- Money.
That shouldnt be a problem.
- You must be kidding.
- No, l wouldnt do that.
l dont give to organised charity.
But theres a big charge
in doing it this way.
- lndividual cases.
- Mrs Morgan...
l dont accept charity.
l have to earn what l get.
You would, honey. You would.
- Ross.
- Hi.
When will you teach your daughters
to stow a sail?
Hell charter again.
Can l talk to you, please?
Whats the matter, Papa Stavros?
- Nothing.
- Somethings bugging you.
- The doctor says a bug is bugging me.
- lm sorry...
Today, he tells us we must move
to a dry climate, like Arizona.
- Arizona?
- Arizona.
Papa learn English
so they want him to move.
- What they speak there?
- Mama, this is not a joke.
- Dont worry, Ross. We wont move.
- But if youre sick...
Sick? A woman isnt as young as
she was, so they look for a reason.
- Then its not serious?
- Of course it is.
Dont listen. lf he says he must
sell the boats, also dont listen.
Come to our wedding anniversary
on Wednesday night
- All right, Mama, thank you.
- Chen. You come, too.
Thank you, Mama.
Come on, Papa. You have made
enough trouble already.
Papa...
The West Wind, too?
Yes.
Hey, Sam.
- Hi, Ross.
- How are you?
Shell be off soon. Wait at the bar.
- Long time no see.
- Not so long.
To what disaster do l owe this visit?
- You know?
- No.
Only, l know when old head on
l come when theres nothing wrong.
You come when you want to sing
a little or cry on my shoulder.
- Which is it tonight?
- l dont feel much like singing.
Stavros is moving to Arizona, selling
the fishing boats and the West Wind.
Good. lts the only way
to get it out of your system.
lts not that easy. Losing a home
and a job all in one day.
if you lose the dream, too.
Look, my father and l
built the boat together.
l wanted to own it.
Thats not a dream.
Your father is gone
and so is that part of your life.
Papa letting you live on that boat.
- l can count on that speech.
- Count on me.
- Here we go again!
- Should l pretend l dont care?
Dont make things
tougher than they are!
Ready for your number, Robin?
Let Sir Galahad do it, OK?
- What are you doing to her, Ross?
- Nothing.
He just came in to tell me
his troubles and l told him mine.
- lts my fault.
- lts nobodys fault...
- Sure, Mac, sure.
- Thanks, pal.
Hey, you sing, Ross.
Come on, favour to me.
Great! Any time you wanna
make it permanent, let me know.
Thanks, Sam. lm still a fisherman.
- Whats this?
- The swinger with the mink look sent it.
- You must smell of musk or something.
- Excuse me.
l dont work here,
but thanks anyway.
- Whats the matter? Not enough?
- Want me to...?
- You sing lousy anyway.
- Thank you.
- l thought you sang very well...
- He stinks! The old stinkeroo.
- Ross Carpenter.
- Laurel Dodge.
Yes, sir.
The real old-fashioned stinkeroony.
- Whos the intellectual?
- A bad idea l had. Blind date.
- Hes blind, all right.
- Wait, pal, get your own date.
Had to call the cops, didnt you?
Thank you.
- Go cry on her shoulder.
- Wait a minute.
Youre Sir Galahad, all right,
to strangers.
- lm sorry l caused trouble for you.
- Dont give it a second thought.
Girls!
- What?
- You dropped a handkerchief.
- Come on!
- Got a match?
- Cut it out.
- l can get this from my enemies.
- l never saw him before.
- Honey, l gathered that.
- Now, you come on!
He said he was a friend
of my fathers and he wasnt.
OK, l believe you.
OK. Whos the girl?
She said she was an old football
buddy of my mothers, but she wasnt.
- Where do you live?
- Down the road.
- Very far?
- Not too far.
Lets go.
lf youre trying to tire me, its working.
Whats the name of that church?
- The Old Church, everybody knows that.
- lve never been here before.
Where do you come from?
Grand Rapids?
No. Cant we go back and go inside?
- Corpus Christi?
- No.
You could rest.
Maybe sing with the choir.
- Prattville, Oklahoma?
- No!
lts such a nice night. Wouldnt you
like to go to another local landmark?
Only the one youre staying at.
- lll show you where lm staying.
- Good. Shall l call a cab?
- l dont think thats necessary.
- lf you think lm gonna walk...
Well, here we are.
- Here?
- lts simple and it reeks of history.
- Reeks of something.
- Goodnight.
- They double the rent for that.
- What do you think this place is?
- l want to find out.
Tomorrow.
- What time?
- Lunch?
- lll pick you up.
- Where are we eating?
The Mariners. Menu?
- Well meet there.
- You dont know it.
lll find it.
Youre sweet, Ross.
Then, why am l leaving?
Would you like a room or anything?
lf you dont mind parrots.
- Parrots?
- Yes.
You see, l have 23 darling creatures
who travel with me everywhere.
Of course, l always make
arrangements far ahead.
at all understanding this time.
As a result, l find myself
and these poor creatures left...
You have to excuse me now.
lts their dinner time. Bye-bye, yall.
Bye-bye, now.
Bye-bye, now... Parrots?
Ross!
- Ross!
- Yes, sir.
You know Mr Johnson?
By reputation.
Mr Johnson is interested
in the boats.
- Yes.
Theyre in first-class shape,
Ross sees to that.
How would l know? Lets shake down
the Kingfisher and lll tell you.
Ross, he wants to take a ride.
Youre on, Skipper.
Hey, dont rev it up so much.
l dont want burnt valves.
- lf l want.
- Cast off, Papa.
- Comin aboard, Papa?
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