Show Boat Page #6

It will be.

And what name do we put down

for the little lady?

Kim. That's her name. K-l-M.

Kim Hawks.

Kim Ravenal.

Kim Ravenal.

There she is.

That will be all of that.

- It seems to me, Hawks.

- Got a kiss for Grandpa?

Come to Grandma. Come on.

Your supper's ready.

You poor starved darling.

My goodness.

I think I'm gonna sing.

- Sit down. Sit down.

- Oh, quit it. Quit it.

Hey, lookit. You know this one?

Fish gotta swim

Birds gotta fly

I gotta love

One man till I die

- Can't...

- Hey, Julie. Come on.

- Let's get out of here.

- Oh, leave me alone, Dan.

Say, listen. Who bought your ticket?

That's rather untidy conduct,

my friend.

Oh, it is, huh?

Say, who do you think you're...?

No cause for worry, folks.

Just a little misunderstanding.

- You know what cabin he has?

- Two-eighteen.

- Thanks, mister.

- That's all right.

I don't know why... I mean, I don't

know why it should matter to you.

Somebody used to sing that song.

Somebody who mattered

to me very much.

Excuse me.

Thank you.

- Who is that fella?

- A fair-sized gambler.

He travels with us now and then.

- Say, he's got a fair-sized punch too.

- A gambler, huh?

- Name ain't Ravenal, is it?

- Yes. Gaylord Ravenal.

- So that's the no-good...

- Excuse me, ma'am?

- Give me a neat rye.

- Yes.

That's to get my courage up.

Natchez, 10 minutes.

Landing in Natchez in 10 minutes.

Ten minutes. Landing in Natchez.

Ten minutes. Natchez.

Nice place, Natchez.

- You getting off there?

- No. All the way to New Orleans.

Thought maybe Natchez, seeing

as there's a show boat tied up there.

No, still New Orleans.

I thought maybe

because you look like an actor.

Once I was. I admit to that.

I'm sorry.

- Is that all you're sorry about?

- You'd better turn in.

Maybe you're sorry

because you're some kind of rat.

All right, all right, so I'm a rat.

Now, go to bed.

Oh, no. Please, mister.

I was talking about myself maybe.

Lots of rats come off show boats.

On-stage, under stage,

sneaking off, kicked off.

Kicked off.

Taking things with them,

taking nothing.

Me, mister, I was on one once too.

Forget about it, honey.

Get some sleep.

She was so pretty and sweet.

So open-out trusting sweet.

Who? What are you talking about?

And you know something, mister?

Some big, soft-talking card player...

...came along and took her right off the

Cotton Blossom, where she belonged.

Then left her broke and alone in Chicago

when she was gonna have a baby.

What are you talking about?

Who are you?

Hey, Julie. For the love of...

Cut it, will you?

We gotta get off here.

Julie.

So you're...

- Look, what's that you said...?

- You wanna see what you left?

You wanna see them, mister?

I've kept track of them

ever since she was born.

Kim.

Kim Ravenal.

- Oh, Nolie.

- Now you see why I wish...

...you'd never been nice to me?

You see why, mister?

Please, Julie. Take my oath.

I never knew.

Hey, Julie!

- You mean, honestly...?

- Please, Julie. Take my oath.

Last call, kid.

Look, I gotta go now.

I hope I did right.

I know there's always

two sides to everything.

It's the whiskey maybe.

Look, mister,

if you ever do get to see Nolie...

...not get together with her, I mean,

but if you ever do get to talk to her...

...don't ever tell her you saw me.

I mean, don't ever tell her

you saw me like this.

I won't, Julie.

We get away from these noisy people.

We go to sleep in the woods.

Hello.

They're going to sleep now.

She always goes to sleep first.

Is your name Kim?

That's a very pretty name.

- How did they call you Kim?

- It's a geographical name.

Geographical?

The stork dropped me

plop in the middle of the river.

Right in the middle of the river?

Right between Kentucky,

Illinois and Missouri.

Oh, I see.

K-l-M. That's very pretty.

And did your mommy fish you out?

No. My grandpa did.

He swims more better.

Well, is your mommy here?

Of course.

And where's your daddy?

- Right here.

- Here?

- You mean...

- No, here.

That's Nolie and this is Gay.

Of course, he isn't my real daddy.

He's far away someplace, so I just

play make-believe this is my daddy.

Make-believe.

Could you make-believe

that I was your daddy?

You know how to play

make-believe?

- Oh, sure.

- All right. You start.

Well...

...let's see.

First of all, I'd put you up

on my knee like this.

And then

I'd put my arms around you.

And then I'd say:

Only make-believe

I'm near you

Only make-believe

That you're with me

Girls and boys

Find it fun in pretending

Couldn't you?

Couldn't I?

Couldn't we?

Darling, look.

If your daddy really did come back...

...could you make-believe that...?

Look, could you pretend

that he'd never been away?

- Could you, sweetheart?

- Of course.

Best of all

Make-believe I love you

For to tell...

Kim.

We were playing

make-believe, Mommy.

This is my mommy.

Kim, your grandpa's

getting ready to leave.

You'd better go back onboard now.

He plays it real wonderful.

- Bye.

- Goodbye.

She's lovely.

Yes. Yes, she is, isn't she?

You look fine too, Nolie.

Thank you, Gay.

- Have things gone well for you?

- Yes, yes.

I just happened to see

the picture and I...

- Picture?

- Well, in the paper.

And the article. I...

Nolie, there's so much

that I want to say to you.

- Nolie.

- Gay.

OI' man river

That ol' man river

He must know something

Parthy. Partheny.

Look! Look there.

- I still have my eyesight.

- He's back.

It's Saturday night again.

It's Wednesday night,

and don't you strike me.

It's Saturday night forever.

Yes, and Fourth of July,

and Christmas...

...and Happy New Year.

Parthy.

- Get the boat started. The people.

- Roll the wheel, Windy.

But ol' man river

Cast off the bow line.

All right, Joe. On the stern there.

You and me, we sweat and strain

Body all achin' and racked with pain

Tote that barge and lift that bale

You get a little drunk

And you lands in jail

I get weary

And sick of tryin'

I'm tired of livin'

And scared of dyin'

But ol' man river

He just keeps rollin'

Along

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