The Wedding Night Page #3

(SPEAKING JAPANESE)

So what?

Holy cats! All jumbling up!

I'm going to New York, Tony,

whether you do or not.

I'll hate you if I stay on here,

and you'll hate me.

Well, here it is.

I only got it for you in the first place.

I didn't wanna go, myself.

- You go if you want to, Dora. I don't mind.

- Wouldn't you really, Tony?

I'll be busy, and Taka's here,

and he'll take care of me.

I could just stay a few weeks,

and then come right back.

Just to see some of our friends

and get some new clothes.

I wouldn't spend much. Honest, I wouldn't.

Spend all of it.

You've been sweet about that,

and I want you to blow yourself.

Bring the bags in, Taka.

You know I can't do it.

You're too darn sweet about it.

You're pretty sweet yourself.

- But you'd better go.

- No, I'll be dutiful.

Would you mind not being dutiful?

Will you please go to New York

and stay there till you're not? Will you?

Yes. I am going.

I know what's good for me,

and I know what's good for us, too.

Put mine back, Taka.

And leave Mr. Barrett's.

- Mr. Barrett's?

- Yes, and your own.

You're staying with the ancestors.

And hurry up, Jenkins. I wanna get out of

this place before I change my mind.

Get away from me, Tony. I don't wanna

have another word from you.

- Just lay off the drink.

- Drinking's out.

- And good luck to your Poles.

- Thanks.

I hope you have better luck with them,

than you did with...

- Ah, now.

- I hate you.

Fix me a highball

before you start that, Taka.

Ancestors.

Stephen needs a drink.

(SPEAKING JAPANESE)

- How about something to drink, Taka?

- Coffee ready soon.

I'll take my whiskey without coffee

this morning, Taka.

Take those empty ones out.

I don't like to look at them.

Say, just who is it you carry on that

brilliant conversation with at night, Taka?

Talking myself. Very nervous.

Don't like country much.

Well, talk to yourself a key lower,

will you? Lt'll help a lot.

I can't hear what I'm saying to myself

when I'm listening to you.

I hearing you, too, talk.

Shut that door, will you?

(DOOR CLOSING)

- TAKA:
Good morning.

- Good morning, Taka.

It's getting cold, isn't it?

(AFFIRMING IN JAPANESE)

Nobody uses the milk,

there is no need to bring it.

We use, sometime.

Mr. Barrett, he likes sometimes

with whiskey.

- Hot milk, whiskey. You like?

- I never tasted it.

Boy, you taste sometime. Very good.

Will you please ask Mr. Barrett

if I should bring only...

Hello, there.

I've been wanting to see you.

Come in, will you?

I'm sorry, Mr. Barrett,

but I have to get back.

Don't be like that.

Come on in, where it's warm.

Now, sit there by the fire.

I've been wanting to talk to you

ever since that Sunday,

but I could never get a chance.

Your boyfriend was always around.

I've been here every morning

with the milk.

Well, I'm not usually up at that time.

It's somewhere around daybreak, isn't it?

(CHUCKLING) I wouldn't call 7:00 daybreak.

Well, you're late this morning, aren't you?

Yes, my father went to town,

so I helped to load the wagon.

You know, you're quite a girl.

Every time I see you, you're hewing logs,

or watering the horses or doing something

a man should be doing.

You know, I'm sorry

I sold your father that field,

since I saw you heaving those stones

around in it.

Why shouldn't I? It's my field.

You know what I want

to talk to you about, Manya?

No, I don't, Mr. Barrett.

Well, my friends call me Tony.

Do they, Mr. Barrett?

I thought we might be friends,

since I'm trying to write a book about you.

About me?

Trying to. Got two lines, so far.

Why should you write a book about me?

You shouldn't wonder about that.

You know, you're the most interesting

person I've met in a long time.

That's why I wanna know more about you.

There is not much to know.

For one thing, I'd like to know

how you feel about that marriage

your father rigged up for you.

How should I feel about it?

Well, you didn't act like

you went for the idea.

I was only a little surprised, that's all.

Do you love him?

Of course I love him.

Well, I like you for saying that,

but I don't believe you.

I don't care if you believe me or not.

You can't tell me a girl like you, so

different from these people around here,

the way you look and talk and everything,

would be contented to marry a man like...

What's his name?

Fredrik is a good man,

and I'm happy to do what my father says.

You're not. Not in my book.

My Manya's gonna put up a fight.

She's not gonna be railroaded into

a marriage just because two old men

decide she's a good bargain

and works like two womans.

Manya.

Manya, I'm sorry.

I won't ask you any more questions.

- I've got to go, Mr. Barrett.

- Please, Manya.

It's lonely as the deuce here,

and my wife, she deserted me.

Well, I can't help that.

I have work to do, even if you haven't.

Manya.

Don't be so moral.

It doesn't go with those eyes.

- Please, let me go, Mr. Barrett.

- Manya.

In my book, they're gonna get you

into lots of trouble, those eyes.

Let me go.

You haven't told me a thing about

yourself, but I'm learning an awful lot.

That will teach you some more about me.

And after this, if you want some milk,

you can come and get it.

(ROOSTER CROWING)

(SHEEP BAYING)

Isn't it very early in the morning

for a writer to be up?

- I'm sorry I frightened you away.

- You didn't.

I didn't want to come, that's all.

I wish you had.

I wanted you to read what I'd written.

I've got four pages now.

You must be very tired.

I am.

I was thinking of giving it up as a bad job.

Maybe you're trying to write

about the wrong girl.

Well, it's not a question of

the girl anymore.

No?

No, that was just my excuse

for not writing.

And what is the excuse now,

if it isn't the girl?

Well, the usual one, at this hour,

is the mood.

I pity my poor cow,

if I didn't get in the mood to milk her.

And our fields,

if I didn't feel like plowing them.

Well, writing is not exactly

the same as plowing, you know.

You make your living from it, don't you?

Will you read the four pages?

When they have four chapters, I might.

If you'll come again with the milk,

I'll have them tomorrow.

I think next spring is safer.

(COUGHING)

Taka.

Taka!

Taka!

TONY:
Well, good morning.

Hello.

Well, you took your time.

Why did you bother to come at all?

Well, Taka didn't come this morning,

so I had to bring the milk.

Well, I must say, you showed

a lot of respect for my four chapters.

- Have you got them?

- Have I got them?

(SCOFFING)

- Where is Taka?

- Taka?

He no like Connecticut, he no like snow,

he no like job.

In fact, he no like.

Oh, darn.

Well, I guess I'll have the bone.

Here, give that to me.

See?

Well, I am impressed,

if that's what you're trying to do.

You get some warm clothes on

while I fix the breakfast.

With pleasure.

(MANYA LAUGHING)

MANYA:
Hey, you'd better be careful.

Good.

- What do you call these, Manya?

- Gorace ciasto.

Will you make gorace ciasto

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