I Love You Again

Always the same thing. | You'll find one on every boat,

no matter where you go. I've been | twice around the world, and it...

Well, gentlemen, last night out.

How about having a little drink with me?

- Dutch treat, of course. | - Of course.

- Of course. | - What'll it be?

- Bourbon and soda. | - Make mine the same.

- You know mine. | - Yeah, ginger ale and grape juice.

- Come, Wilson, that's no drink! | - Well, that's all I ever take.

You know, it's a downright shame

that you gentlemen have | never been to Habersville.

You don't know what you've | missed. Fine cultural background,

YMCA, beautiful library, and...

And our Rotary Club. Well, gentlemen,

you could drop in there | any Thursday afternoon

and meet the finest bunch of | fellows you've ever met in your life.

I can imagine.

Let's see, that's 15 for mine, isn't it?

- Yes. There's no special tonight. | - There's twenty.

- The extra nickel is for you. | - Oh, thank you.

You know, gentlemen, there's | another thing about Habersville.

- You'll find there that we have... | - A little straight one.

Hi, boys! Make that two. Make it three.

- Make it four. | - Thank you, no. I don't indulge.

So, you're too good to drink with me, huh?

Well, good night, gentlemen.

Hey, what's the matter? I | asked you to have a drink.

- And I refused. | - Oh, no. You can't do that.

- You can't insult me! | - Nonsense, Ryan. Mr. Wilson doesn't drink.

I know. Grape Juice | Wilson! Tonight he drinks!

You've snooted me long enough on this boat.

This is supposed to be a pleasure cruise.

You've been nothing but a killjoy! Why | don't you take off that stuffed shirt?

Go on, knock me down!

You're inebriated.

- What? | - Inebriated.

He did, did he?

So, you think I'm inebriated, huh?

I'll show you if I'm inebriated.

I can walk a straight line | with anybody on this boat,

with anybody on any boat.

I can walk a straight line | with anybody in the world.

You know what I'm going to do? | I'm going to walk that rail!

I wouldn't do that if I were you, sir.

You're too intoxicated to | realize your peril, sir.

I realize. I realize.

I want to show you something.

Here's something you | can't do, Mr. Grape Juice.

Look. Blindfolded.

A man overboard! Man overboard!

- Man overboard! | - Help! Help!

Man overboard!

- Man overboard! | Ahoy! Ahoy!

There's two of them.

It's Ryan. No, Wilson. | He jumped in to save him.

- That's the stuff. | - Who is it?

Wilson, the grape juice man!

That's the stuff, pal.

How you feeling?

Dizzy? Little weak, huh?

- You dirty rat! You slugged me! | - Take it easy, pal.

- Take it easy! | - You slugged me!

No, I didn't, pal. Honest, | I didn't. Honest, I didn't.

- It was a sailor with an oar. | - Sailor with a...

Hey, wait a minute.

Why, this is a boat. What's the idea?

- Why, you saved my life last night! | - I... What'd I want to do that for?

I don't know. It was certainly something | for a guy like you to save a mug like me.

Now, wait a minute. Wait a minute!

Last night on a train somebody | snatched 10 grand from me and...

I made a grab for him. There was | a fight. He must have slugged me.

- But that wasn't a sailor with an oar. | - Yes, it was.

So help me, Mr. Wilson.

- What did you call me? | - Wilson. Mr. Wilson. Your name.

Wilson?

- I'll go get the doctor. | - Sit down!

Who's that?

- I can get the doctor in just a minute. | - No, sit down!

Why, that's real!

Look, pal. I won't be a minute. The | doctor is right down the corridor.

Say, listen to me.

Last night I was on my way to | the fight with 10 grand to bet.

- What fight? | - Don't you read the papers?

The Schmeling-Stribling | fight! I must have missed it.

- I'll say you did, by about nine years! | - By about...

What date's this?

Here's the ship's news.

April the 10th.

- 1940. That's a misprint. | - Honest, pal, that's right.

But this is 1931.

- I got to get the doctor. | - Wait a minute.

I don't need a doctor. I need a drink!

It's right here for you.

- Ginger ale and grape juice. | - No, no, no! I said a drink!

Well, this is what you been | drinking, buckets of it!

Ginger ale and grape juice?

There's no prohibition | on these boats, is there?

There ain't no more prohibition. | Roosevelt called it off.

Roosevelt? Teddy's been dead for nearly...

No, no, not Teddy Roosevelt! Franklin | Delano Roosevelt, the President!

- He's the Governor of New York! | - He's the President of the United States.

He's been elected twice.

How's he doing?

Look, Mr. Wilson.

I don't know what's the matter with you, | but whatever it is, you can count on me.

I don't suppose you'll understand this, | but after what happened last night,

I'm going straight! So help me, Mr. Wilson!

Say, why do you keep calling me | Wilson? My name is Carey, George Carey.

You're not the George Carey that | was partners with Duke Sheldon

in all them con games?

- What if I was? | - Wait a minute.

Don't be that way with me. After | all, we're in the same business.

- What's your racket? | - I just kind of work the boats.

You know, a little cards, dice.

The last thing I remember is getting | aboard the train to go to the fight.

But that was in 1931. Haven't you | got a line on yourself since then?

Nine years ago! You know, | it's just like yesterday to me.

Where have I been? Where was I?

Say, wait a minute.

- There's a name for it! | - Name for what?

Lapse of memory... Lost identity... Amnesia!

- That's what it is, amnesia! | - Is that what you've got?

Why, no, but that's what I've had!

Why, a blow on the head can | make you forget your entire past!

You can live on for years,

maybe the rest of your | life, as somebody else,

unless... Unless a shock

or another blow brings you | back to your right self!

You read about these things but you | never think of them happening to yourself!

Say...

What kind of a guy was this Wilson?

- He was an awful heel! | - Yeah?

- I like Carey better. | - Thanks.

All he did was talk about | himself and Habersville.

Habersville? Who's he?

It's not "he". That's an it. | Don't you even remember that?

That's where you live. A | little town in Pennsylvania.

I never heard of the burg.

Say...

- I wonder if this Wilson had any dough. | - He must have.

You were the tightest guy I've | ever seen. I mean, Wilson was.

Let's make a little | investigation of his luggage.

Say, this is kind of funny.

We're talking about you and a mug | named Wilson, and you're both fellows.

What was I, an end man?

Saltine wafers, dyspepsia tablets, | hair restorer... Hair restorer?

Gargle.

I certainly must have taken | good care of this guy Wilson.

I'll bet you an even hundred | you wore long underwear.

You think you're kidding?

Here's your wallet. Still wet.

- Mr. Wilson's suit. | - Thanks.

- How is he? | - Fine.

- If there's anything I can do... | - I'll let you know.

Thanks.

Boy, was I a joiner! Rotary | Club, Elks, Owls, Community Chest,

Primrose League.

Wait a minute. What's this?

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