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I can't seem to figure out what's the

matter. It runs a few minutes and then conks.

Oh, good morning.

- His engine stalled.

- Do you know anything about marine motors?

- I'm sorry.

- It, uh, seems to start all right...

but the minute I try to get over

four or five knots, blooey, it stalls.

This is a good engine. A honey.

- It was until this morning.

- An engine like this I'd be glad to marry.

Speed her up, please.

Your fuel line is blocked.

- Can you fix it?

- For a little while, yeah. Shut it off.

- I'll do the best I can. Where's your tools?

- Oh, they're right there.

Try it now.

Ah, that sounds swell.

Oh, don't let it fool you.

You must get a new line.

You shouldn't go out of

the harbor with this one.

There goes our fishing for today.

This will hold you till you get in, but...

- you must get a new one right away.

- I will.

- How much is that?

- Oh, I don't know.

- A dollar.

- A dollar? Here's five.

If you want to give that much, thanks.

- It was worth it to me. I was stuck. Thanks, and so long.

- So long.

A fine start.

I'm sorry.

- What happened?

- Hmm?

- It's all cleaned up.

- Oh, yeah.

Oh, tell me,

how did this get here?

I left it at the hotel-

and the dog too.

Nutsy brought them.

Dug up these shoes for me too.

- You want some breakfast?

- Sure. Why not?

- Where did you get the eggs?

- Oh, I got them from one of the boats.

I swapped bait for them.

- I hope it was all right.

- All right? It's perfect.

Also, I, uh-

I sold six dollars' worth of bait.

Six dollars?

Maybe that guy will take the job away

from me and give it to you, hmm?

- Sunny-side up?

- Sure. Sunny-side up.

How else?

Well, you didn't expect me

to sell bait in that, did you?

- No, but you look funny.

- Yeah? You'd look funny in that dress too.

Good. First-rate.

Well, I fried enough of'em.

- You didn't have to do all this, you know.

- Oh.

I couldn't help myself.

Yeah, I never saw a place

look more like a dump than this one.

As long as you live here, it-

Well, it looks like you'd fix it up

or clean it so it'd look decent.

Look at that one.

Curtains. Fresh paint.

Gee, it looks good.

Like a home.

There's a woman on that one.

An old guy and his wife.

Ooh, you can fix this one up easy.

Hey.

- Feel better today, huh?

- Do I?

Sure you do.

Sun shining, good sleep,

full of food.

Everything looks different.

That's the way it happens.

Well, you know all about it,

I guess.

Mmm.

Bad breaks come to everybody.

Sometimes they pile up.

Looks pretty bad.

And then all of a sudden

you get full of ham and eggs...

sunny-side up,

and it's all different.

That's enough for you. Ham and eggs, huh?

Sometimes I have to have

some potatoes with them.

Very funny.

Ah, you take it too hard.

Believe me.

- Yeah?

- Oh, yeah.

Yeah, well,

I'm gonna tell you a few things.

Maybe when I get through, you'Il-you'll

understand why I decided to do it last night-

- why I feel the way I do.

- I don't care.

I don't want to know anything about you.

We met...

I brought you here,

you cooked the eggs...

and if you smile a little more...

I think you'd be a pretty girl.

- That's all.

- That's not all.

- There's a lot more. L-

- I don't want to hear it.

- Now I'm on your side.

- What do you mean?

Next time I won't try to stop you.

Is that a promise?

Next time, if I see you

trying to drown yourself...

all I'll do is pour another

bucket of water on you.

Is that what you want?

Aha.

Huh. The big hero, huh?

Oh. News travel fast around here.

You and your swimming.

Here!

Well...

I guess you'll never leave

this town now.

Were you afraid

your old friend would be drowned?

One night you get so plastered

you can't leave the jerk town.

The next night,

you're showing off for a lot of kids...

pulling a no-good dame

out of the water.

Well, it's a funny thing, Tiny.

Any dame I see, she's no good to you.

Why is that?

- What?

- Tell me why is that?

Listen.

Are we leaving this town or not?

About you, I don't know.

About me, I haven't made up my mind.

Hey.

I'm telling you, this dame is nothing.

I found out about her.

She used to work in a hash house.

- She has nothing to do with it.

- Are you kiddin'?

Why should I kid?

Two dollars a day and a bottle of sake.

And the work isn't hard.

In a dump like this?

Well, look.

What about it?

Don't it look, uh, nice?

- Just another bait barge, isn't it?

- You don't see any difference?

Yeah.

- I see a clothesline hanging out.

- Oh, that's right. I hadn't noticed that.

Clothesline with a lot of junk on it.

Is that it?

Maybe. But that's a part of it anyway.

I don't get it.

A dump like this, and we could be up

in Portland, San Francisco. Good dough.

I'm blowing now.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

- Well, I'm much obliged for everything.

- Oh, it's nothing.

- What are you going to do now?

- Pick up where I left off.

- Find something to do.

- Well...

- but, uh-

- Oh, no. I'm okay now.

Well, so long.

And thanks again.

Good luck, Sunny-side.

Thanks.

Hey.

- Did you wash the dishes?

- Yeah.

Everything's fixed up.

Okay.

She got nothing to do with it, huh?

Good-bye, Tiny.

Hey.

Don't tell me you're gonna stick around here

hooked by that hash wrestler.

- Did you hear what I said?

- Sure, but-

And I'm getting sick of this. I said she

had nothing to do with it, and that's all.

- You get it?

- Sure, I get it.

Then drop it.

You know, Bobo...

you let your mind

get back to certain things-

you know what I mean-

then you wouldn't be

so rough with me.

Oh. Say that again.

And make it a little plainer

so I'll understand you.

I will say this much.

I'm gettin' tired of being

the one to take the orders.

- I ought to be the one to give the orders.

- And why?

Because one word from me and-

- Yeah, but you'll never speak that word.

- Bobo!

You'll never speak that word.

- Bobo!

- Nobody tells me what to do, you scum.

- Bobo!

- You tell me where to go?

- You-You speak that word, huh?

- Bobo!

Bobo, not me!

Not me!

Get out.

And stay out.

Bobo.

You home, Bobo?

- Are you home, Bobo?

- Hello, Nutsy. How are you tonight?

Fine. I left my hat here this afternoon.

It's in the cabin.

I'll get it for you,

and we can go together.

- I was just packing.

- Oh. Leaving, huh?

Oh, I might as well.

Two dollars a day

and a bottle of sake.

- That's nothing for me.

- I see.

But, you know, it's funny.

I'm almost sorry to go.

A dirty barge like that,

and yet... I don't like to leave.

- Isn't that silly?

- Not particularly.

The answer may be that

you've finally found a home.

- A home? Me?

- Mm-hmm.

Why not?

Nutsy, my friend,

you're a smart man.

Maybe you-

you even went to college.

- Maybe.

- You know a lot of things...

but when you speak about home,

you don't know me, believe me.

I'll tell you.

All my life...

others have attached themselves to me,

like, uh-

like Tiny and the dog here.

But I've attached myself to nobody.

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