Out of the Fog Page #2

- Put what back? - That ace.

What ace?

That ace you are trying to deal

yourself, you old gyp-artist you.

You want to gyp, do it slick. Here, I'll

show you. Put that ace back in the deck.

Back in the deck?

- That's right.

Alright, now where's the ace?

- In the pack. - You sure?

Sure.

- Alright.

Keep your eye on the deck.

I'll show you something.

Now, keep your eye on the deck.

Excuse me lady, I was just

showing the boys a little trick.

I was proving the hand

is quicker than the eye.

Go on eating. You don't mind if I use your

boyfriend? It will only take a second.

Now, where did you say the ace was?

- In the deck .. wasn't it?

In the deck. In the middle where I put it.

- Oh no it ain't.

It's in the inside pocket

of this gentleman.

Say, that's wonderful.

I know how you did that.

Could I have the deck a minute?

I'll show it to you.

- Go ahead. - George.

Leave him alone, lady. Don't let

him suppress his natural talent.

Take a card. Any card at all.

Makes no difference to me.

Alright, put it back in the deck.

Remember now.

- Yeah, we remember, don't we.

Is that it?

- Uhuh.

I guess I got that part

of the trick wrong.

Try it again. Take another card.

Why don't you do something you can do

rather than making a fool of yourself.

Stop!

- There's lots of things he can do.

You know, don't you Mr Propotkin. He was

the best football player at Boy's High.

First in his class.

"All-round George" they used to call him.

Now George is the best

auctioneer on the pier.

He's really a talented man, though it

only comes out when he's making a spiel.

Come on, George, show them.

Show them with feelings.

Stella, people are watching.

Do you mind mister, if

my friend makes a speech?

No, go ahead. It'll be a pleasure.

- Come on, George.

Make the echoes ring on the pier.

You know "what am I bid, what am I bid?"

Stella, stop it.

I'll never talk you again

unless you do this.

Stella, please ..

- Alright, I'll start for you.

What am I bid? What am I bid?

Who will say 5 dollars, 3 dollars, a dollar?

Fifty cents, ten cents, Who will

say a dime? A genuine antique ..?

Stella.

Hey Stella, what's wrong?

Anything I've done? Anything I've said?

No, it's not you George.

Please believe that.

It's just that I'm so fed up with things.

Every day just like the other. Get up

at seven, rush to the phone company.

"Wrong number? Just a minute,

please. I'll try them again."

Come home at night,

listen to mother nagging.

Meet you at the grotto, eat the same

food, listen to the same corny jokes.

I just can't take it any more George.

I just can't take it.

Don't you understand that?

- Well, sure I do, but ..

But I also know you'll feel

different after we're married.

I'll make you feel different.

I swear that.

You're such a good guy, George.

But why do you pick on me?

Because .. you're the girl for me.

You're my kind of girl.

But I'm not, George. Honest I'm not.

- You are.

I know from the bottom

of my heart you are.

You're a good, solid man, George.

I'm not like that.

You know what you

want out of life. I don't.

All you'll ever get from

me is pushing around.

I know what I'm talking about George.

Please believe that.

If you know what's good

for you, leave me alone.

I can't Stella, I can't.

- Why not?

Because I love you.

Hey, George .. how do you like that?

Here I am looking all over for you, and

you're making sweet words with your girl.

A half-hour the boss gives you

for supper. No more and no less.

Alright, I'll be right there.

Alright. I said I'd be right there.

- Okay.

I got to get back to the place.

I'll be through in about an hour. Will

you come by for me like you always do?

Yes, George.

I'll come by for you like I always do.

That isn't such a bad fish, Jonah.

A mosquito .. go home to your

mother. Come back in two years.

Off the coast of Cuba

in the Gulf-Stream ..

They catch fish that weigh

from 700 to 1,000 pounds.

Fish with spears in their noses.

And it is warm there.

The sun shines eleven

months out of the year.

Oh, it sounds like music.

Like music from a band.

You and me, we could be sitting in the

middle of the Gulf-Stream right now.

Wearing Panama hats and fishing

for fish with spears in their noses.

You and me and the Gulf-Stream.

Olaf.

- Yes, Jonah.

Look, we could be on that boat, Olaf.

Please Jonah, it is torture.

Jonah, Swenson wants $500 for that boat.

Well, in the coffee-pot in your room

we have $190. Am I right or wrong?

Right. But is $190 the same as $500?

Haven't you ever heard of the

instalment plan? - No thanks.

In America Olaf, every man can

be a King on the instalment plan.

I heard of it, you heard of it.

But has Swenson heard

of the instalment plan?

Tomorrow he'll hear of it. Look, Olaf.

Someday I'll die, God forbid.

And they'll put on my grave:

"Here lies Jonah Goodwin. A good son,

a good husband, a good citizen."

"All his life he worked like a horse and

never did the thing he wanted to do."

A little later, you'll die.

They'll change some particulars, but

they'll put the same thing on your grave.

Jonah.

- Yes?

Caroline wants to marry me.

- So?

I ain't crazy to marry her.

She reminds me of a woman in vaudeville

that used to sing all promises.

Then there's no problem.

No Caroline, you say: you don't

click with me. You're not my type.

I like chorus girls with sweaters.

- Yeah. Then she'll fire me.

Or worse yet, she'll put on a sweater.

You never had to work for a

boss that wanted to marry you.

You've sure got a problem. Look, Olaf.

Now it's December .. January, February,

March, April. Only four months.

And Spring-time, Olaf! For once

in our lives, a real Spring.

No Tailor Shop, no Fish grotto.

No Caroline.

Let's buy it, Jonah.

Let's buy it tomorrow.

Stella! Hello, Stella.

Hello, Pop.

- What are you doing on the pier alone?

Nothing, nothing. How

was the fishing, Pop?

Not good, not bad. Medium.

Come on down here. I want to talk to you.

- Okay, Pop.

Remember, not a word about our new boat.

That's strictly a private secret until

we have the bill of sale. - Yeah.

Good evening Stella. How are you tonight?

- Fine, Mr Johnson.

And how is George tonight?

- That's right. Where's George?

Well, he had to work late.

I'm going to meet him later.

Say Pop, you'd better hurry home.

Mom's got another one of her attacks.

Around this boat, Stella darling,

we don't talk about your mother.

Or about jobs or about money or

about what we read in the newspapers.

Here we just come four nights

a week to fish and to be happy.

Gee, Pop .. I wish I had a

boat four nights in a week.

All I've got is .. George.

That's no way to talk about a

nice young man like George.

I know Pop. Did you

bring home a swordfish?

"Swordfish"! That's what they're called!

With spears in their noses.

700 pounds.

Oh, the ocean is a wonderful place.

Swordfishes, octopuses. Wonderful.

Anyone got a cigarette?

You know, it's not nice for young ladies

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