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They should put some ant powder
on that captain's pants.

Pass, senor.

Esta cerrado.
It's closed, come on.

Huh? Well, it says "ladies,"
don't it?

Senor Patterson.
The door I have closed.

And I have opened him.
Put some hinges on him.

Can never tell when I might
bring a lady here, Rudolfo.

Si, senor.
Si, senor.

Nick!

Rudolfo is letting this place
run down.

Yes, sir. A little worse
every 10 years.

I've begun to notice it myself.

Minnie's calling you.
Who?

Oh.
Dear old Minnie Tolbert.

Champagne.

Champagne to say hello
and champagne to say goodbye.

Not today, senor.
We don't shake for the last one?

Not like always.

Oh.

Well, maybe you got them
loaded up a little, huh, Nick?

Okay, roll them.

Eleven. Loaded with luck.

Mm-hmm. Well, maybe if I speak
real nice to them.

Maybe they'll talk
back to me, huh?

They talk to you and cry for me.

Well?

Say you love me. I'll make
believe I believe it.

I love you.
Oh, Harry.

Try saying,
"I love no girl more."

How many times have we said
goodbye, pal?

Three.
Three.

What do you know?
Three goodbyes to one gal.

I'm just a one-woman man,
right, Nick?

Yes, senor.

Here's to the girl
I'll never love more.

What's the matter?
I don't know.

This girl you'll never love
more, she's laughing at me.

Sure. Minnie,
she's always laughing.

I hope it's Minnie.
Here's to Minnie.

Minnie ain't fooling.

Goodbye, Nick.
Hasta la vista, Harry.

So long, everybody.

Adios, amigo!

Adios, senor.

Hail and fare thee well.

I'm gonna miss you, Harry.

Never to see your face again,

black with sin and grinning
like the bad angel himself.

It breaks me up inside
to see you leave.

That's fine, Mudge.
Let's get aboard.

We're sailing.
Oh.

I'm sailing?
Aye, aye, boatswain.

Shipmates by the grace
of heaven.

You boys did good this trip.

Up anchor!

Cast off the lines!
Fare thee well!

Why do sailors drink so hard?

Oh, that is
a complicated matter.

A boy who's going to sea
for first time

should be thinking
of simple facts.

Your family
who love you on earth,

your mother and father
who love you in heaven.

I have them in my thoughts,
Great-Grandfather.

I'm Ramon Estado.

This is my great-grandfather,
Senor Ramon Estado.

Hi.

The first mate told me
I was to be under your command.

Okay. Get aboard.

Thank you.
Adios.

Go with God.

With God.
Adios, Grandfather.

I know my great-grandson
will be safe with you.

Sure, sure.

I was a sailor myself
at one time.

Why didn't you keep him
on the farm?

The sea is a good school also,
isn't it?

Oh, yes.
Swell, Grandpa.

We turn out some awful smart
seagulls and sharks.

Okay, baby, I'll hurry back.

I'll wait, Harry. I'll be like
a statue facing the sea.

I won't even move.

Don't move until I'm back.

I won't.

- Get rid of this gangway.
- Aye, muchachos!

Let go of everything.
Stand by, fore and aft!

All hands!

Harry, I-- I--
I just love this town.

Yeah, yeah.
Get on those head lines.

Sir, has this ship
been properly blessed?

Oh, sure, sure.
I bless the old tub myself

morning, noon and night.

And don't throw them
on the deck!

Stow them below
while you're at it!

I say it's a proven fact that
morality among British seamen

is higher than among Yanks.

You limeys are played out,
that's why.

Oh, yes? We still hold dominion
over palm and pine.

Yeah, and under every tree
sets a Yank with a dame!

Ha! Gus won't face the facts.
What facts?

The facts of morality
among seamen, that's what.

I say British sailors
has higher morals than Yanks.

Here. Here's the statistics what
proves it in black and white.

Where's the page?

Harry, that was me proof,
black and white.

Black and green,
pink and yellow,

I can't run a deck gang with you
waving books around.

Yeah!
Pay him, Gus.

So why do I pay him?
I've seen you both in port.

Pay him.
Ha! Thanks, Harry.

Are you washing again?
Oh, hello, Harry.

It comforts a man
to scoop up sea water

that's full of sins
of the world and put soap in it.

You got sin on the brain.

Well, it'd be hard
to explain to you, Harry.

But a man sure feels dirty
after he's been in port

and done the things I done.

You owe me 60 pesos.

I'll give you chance to get
even before you go on watch.

Before I go on watch, Harry.

Thanks, Harry.

I put you on the paint detail.

Oh, I gotta get this clock
back together again.

You've lost half the parts.

You couldn't fix it anyway.

Harry, ain't you gonna
trust me to fix nothing?

Sure. Fix this ventilator.

But it ain't a machine.
It don't move.

Sure it does.

Did you ever look inside
a piece of iron?

You kid me, Harry.

No, no. This ventilator
is a little sky

full of suns and moons
and stars.

They whiz around
imitating the big universe.

Yeah, Harry?

Millions of electrons and
protons live in this ventilator.

And if you listen hard enough
you'll hear a guy electron

whistling at a dame proton.

Love blossoms between them,
and what's the result of it all?

I don't know, Harry.

I piece of iron.

Paint it.

What are you looking for,
a raft full of dames?

No, sir.

The evening star just came out.

Grandfather said beauty like
this'll stay with a man always.

That why you're aboard?

Grandfather thinks a man
should travel the seas

and touch hands
with the universe

so that he can live
at peace on land.

The ocean does nothing
but drive you ashore.

The land drives you back to sea.
That's just black water.

Don't get to thinking
you can walk no place on it.

I don't know if men
can walk on water,

but I would not
be afraid to try.

Kid, I got a lazy crew
this trip.

It don't help
you to stand seagull watch

or ask dumb questions
about nothing. Get to work.

Sorry, sir.

Oh, that's right. You ain't due
on watch for another hour.

Forget what I said.

Hey, Harry, there's a Jap sub
chasing us.

Don't go spreading wild rumors.

No, it's a sub on the book.

Sparks is running
to the captain now.

We're on the alert.
Sit down and cut for deal.

Oh, Harry, this ain't sensible.

Playing cards
in a crisis like this.

Nothing more sensible.
A king's higher than a queen.

Two and two make four.

We may be facing
our last moment?

So what?

Well, I ain't in such
good standing

I can afford to die
with cards in my hand.

I'll hide the evidence, Mudge.

And the cards
is running bad for me too.

That's because of those sins
I committed in Chile.

If he's a Jap sub and get us,
and if you do get killed,

God's gonna drop everything and
jump on you for playing cards?

You ain't that important.
Well, maybe not to you.

But every man has
a trembling immortal soul,

and that's important to God.

What did I tell you?

This is it.

Listen to them mugs.

Five minutes ago they were too
lazy to draw a decent breath.

Harry, a man has a natural
right not to want to be dead.

Soon as the danger's over

they'll be sitting on
their barnacles and grousing.

Harry, please. We'll be trapped
in here. We'll die in here.

No, not me.
I'm not dying yet.

How do you know that?

I ain't gonna die
till I'm good and ready.

Look at it. Miles deep
and nothing to drink.

Okay, Gus. Okay.

What gripes me most,
I ain't getting paid for this.

Who says so?
The company.

The minute you're torpedoed,
the company stops your pay.

Here. Shuffle the cards.
I can't play anymore.

I'm bushed, Harry.
Really bushed.

Well, five days in the sun's
a little rugged.

How is it, Ramon?

Good, Harry.

He's going to let me go.

Yeah, you'll get home
alright, kid.

Sure, sure.
You're gonna make it.

Here, kid. Drink this.

Get his head, Mudge.

That's our rations.
You've got no right to...

You don't mean that, Gus.
You're better than that.

We ain't drinking water when
we get to port but whiskey.

I guess he decided to walk home.

Ramon died fine.

He didn't feel nothing.

That's a good enough way to die
without feeling it.

That's a good enough way
to live, brother.

Here, pass this on to Gus.

Hand me that canvas.

I gotta pray, Harry.
It's our only chance.

Well, who's stopping you?
The kid prayed.

You see, God?
You gotta save Harry.

I'm not asking this for myself.
You ask it for yourself.

Harry don't really
mean that, God.

He knows you took the one
that was in any shape to die.

Leave me out.

I'm asking for Harry, Gus, Limo
and Model T.

I'm not asking for me.

But if you send help,
I'll live a better life.

I'll never look at bad women.
You're gonna bargain with him.

I'll never touch another drop
of hard liquor, so help me.

I'll never use knife in a fight,
though he maybe much bigger.

You've got yourself
out on a limb now, brother.

I know you hear Harry, God,

but forgive his sacrilege
and his mocking.

I'll give you all my money,
to your church, so help me.

Now you're gonna cheat him.
You ain't got a dime.

I've twenty-five hundred dollars
cash. You know that, God.

In a savings account in the
Maritime Union Bank in Frisco.

I'll give every penny of it
to your church, so help me.

That's a sucker deal.

You couldn't keep one of
those promises, let alone four.

Yes, I can, God.
Don't listen to Harry.

I swear on my immortal soul.

On my trembling immortal soul,
I swear it.

We're saved.

Thank God.
My prayer done it!

Well, well, so we got a Navy.

Cor blimey, Gus.
You look like a real gent.

Yeah, Limo. I feel like a gent
outside and a wolf inside.

You cut all the hairs
out of my ears?

Everything is shipshape now,
sir.

That torpedoing must have been
a terrible experience.

Yes, sir. You merchant marine
boys got just as much right

to call yourselves heroes
as anyone on the front lines.

Yeah, yeah.

You nicked me on the chin.
Where's my citation.

They gave Harry a medal once,
but a pelican swallowed it.

Yeah, we was trolling it
for bait.

Well, I'm all clean and neat,
and now I--

Okay, Mudge. After being
so rugged on the raft,

you can have second choice
at the tomatoes.

Oh, no, Harry. I'm not going
with you. Remember?

Remember what?

I got the money,
the $2500 for the church.

That was a solemn oath, Harry,
the kind a man's got to keep.

I'd be honored if you come.
I ain't in on the deal.

Well, then, I'll have to handle
this transaction by myself.

What's all the rush?

A man of strong moral character
might wait, but I'd better not.

Hold it. Ain't you
forgetting something?

Oh, no, Harry. I've got every
promise memorized.

No women, no liquor,
no knife fights,

and the church donation.

But we ain't drunk
the Minnie Tolbert down.

Hey, guys, Mudgin don't want to
drink the Minnie Tolbert down.

Oh, you gotta do that, Mudgin.

She was a good ship.
Her bilge didn't stink.

He's reflecting on you, Harry.
Oh, no.

A guy that won't drink
a lost ship down

reflects on his boatswain.

He don't have to do anything
on my account.

Alright, I'll do it
on your account, Harry,

but just one short beer.

* Oh, Norah girl *

* Of you, of you I'm dreaming *

* The sea rolls wide *

* 'Tween me and Dublin town *

What's the matter
with handsome tonight?

I don't know. He don't like
blondes and brunettes.

Why don't you settle
for me then, big boy?

You're a nice redhead,

but I'm looking for a dame
with green hair and purple eyes.

Scamps and scallywags.

Moira O'Flaherty left weeping
on the docks.

She's keening like a banshee.

I'll bear no more of it.

No more!

Waiter! Waiter!

It's gone, Harry. My money's
gone. I was rolled. It's gone.

It ain't there.
We turned the dump inside out.

This is because of breaking
those promises.

I didn't knife anybody.

No, and you ain't violated
the Atlantic Charter.

Police!

Police!

Limo and Model T.
They're still up there. Come on.

Ow!

Here he is.

Hey, where you been
keeping yourself, Mudge?

In an alley someplace.

He's got the bloody
rotten shakes, Harry.

What's the matter, pal?
Are you hurt?

I'm awful scared, Harry.

Of what?

I don't know.

Well, we ain't got all day.
Let him talk.

Spit it out, Mudge.

In the fight,
I threw my knife away

not wanting to cut a man,
you understand?

And it struck another man
in the arm.

I saw the blood dripping,

and I looked down
at my hands like this,

and then sudden-like, I ran.

Then it happened.

What happened?

I lost my soul.

You lost what?

My weeping immortal soul, Harry.

Like a nightmare.

Like a hand reaching into my
chest, tearing something open.

A shiny little seed
no bigger than a pinpoint.

It come out of here
and I grabbed at it

and it drifted away in the fog.

Cor blimey.

No wiring or nothing
attached, Mudgin?

Not a thread.

Not a cobweb even.

It was like a little firefly.

I'm awful glad
you're here, Harry.

This is my fault too.
Oh, no, no.

You can't say that, Harry.

If a man loses his soul,

that's his own personal
responsibility.

How long you gonna
put up with him?

He's bughouse. He's cuckoo.
That ain't so, Gus.

I'm as rational as you are.
You got to take it into account.

I saw my soul disappear
up Powell Street.

Maybe it happened like he says.

He sure looks like all of
a sudden he lost his magneto.

You-- You feel kind of like you
ain't getting the juice, Mudgin?

I don't feel nothing.

All numb-like inside.

Ah, baloney!

You ain't got a soul, Mudgin.
Nobody's got a soul.

So how can you lose
what don't exist?

I saw it, Gus.

Well, go find the thing then!

You take this matter up with a
good Church of England reverend.

Oh, a preacher wouldn't know.
Why wouldn't he know?

It's his blooming business
to know, isn't it?

Preachers only know about
souls that leave a dead body

and go straight
to heaven or hell.

I bet a good electrician
could tell Mudgin more.

Maybe Mudgin's dead
and don't know it.

Leave him alone, Gus.

Are you nuts too?

Don't tell me you believe
his screwy talk?

I don't believe nothing.

Oh, you got to believe it,
Harry.

We're old shipmates.

If I tell I had cancer, would
you laugh it off and ditch me?

That's exactly what
he's gonna do.

Go on, beat it! You've imposed
on Harry long enough.

Leave him alone, Gus.

Okay.

Look out, Harry!

You'll never learn.

You still telegraph that right.

It's alright. It's alright.
They're close friends.

I'll see you later.
You guys take care of Mudge.

Now Harry's sore at me.

You sore at Gus, Harry?

No, I like Gus fine.
I'll see you later, Gus.

Where are you going, Harry?
Harry, don't leave me.

Harry, wait for me!

I wouldn't feel so bad
if I knew what to do.

He wouldn't just put a guy
in the doghouse

and leave him there.

Harry. Harry.

God's asking me
to keep my promises.

Alright, alright.
It's all my fault.

Oh, no, I--
Yeah, yeah.

Get it off your mind.
Buy a drink.

It ain't safe for me
to be alone.

A man running around
without a soul.

Hold it.

Uh, where's Lucille?

Don't she work here anymore?
No, she had tough luck.

Fell down stairs the other night
and broke her leg.

I got her address here
someplace.

You want it?

Not with a broken leg I don't.

Harry, come here.

Now what?
Lookit.

"The tree of knowledge
is rooted in the ages."

Maybe they'd know
about a case like mine.

Come with me while I ask.
Me, in that dump?

I can't talk to library people.
You're my boatswain.

You talk for me at mast.
You ain't at mast.

I am. I'm up before the captain.
The real captain.

And those gooks will help you?

Well, they're swell educated.
Educated people might, Harry.

Oh, educated, huh?

Lookit, Harry.

"Reading maketh a full man,"
it says.

Full of what? Full of sap
from the tree of knowledge.

And what grows on trees?
Dried prunes.

And what do you get
from sap and prunes?

Well, Harry, I only said...

Ain't that sweet.
They know about sailors.

But Harry, I thought--

Educated people, they don't
brag on billboards.

They chisel their ads
in granite.

"Knowledge is power."

"Books are the legacy
of time."

Uh-oh. There's the topper.

"Wisdom is peace." Huh!

So they're wise.
So they got peace.

Yeah, but Harry...

Come on. We'll go in and get
a great big hunk of wisdom

and a nice,
fat bellyful of peace.

I'll wait here
while you ask them.

If they had ice it'd be
wonderful for stiffs.

Follow me, pal.

Yeah. What do you do
for them?

Yes?

Can't find it.

Pardon?
The tree.

Huh?
The tree of knowledge.

"Come in," it says, "and get
under the tree."

Where do you keep it?

The next bar is about a block
and a half down the street.

You can't miss it.

I know where the barrooms are.
Thought I'd stop by in yours.

You gonna set them up?

We'll heist one under the tree
and get drunk with knowledge.

Are you gonna keep this up?
I'll have to call a guard.

No, Miss. I take it
all back. I didn't say a word.

I'm not looking for trouble.
I'm bringing it in.

I got a sick sailor with me.

What?
Yeah.

That guy over there.
He's sick and looking for help.

Please excuse Harry, Miss.

He's doing this for me.
Tell her what's eating you.

I wouldn't be surprised
if she could help you.

She looks pretty smart to me.

Did Harry tell you
what we was looking for?

He said you were sick.
Not really sick, Miss.

You see I--
Then what's the matter?

I lost my soul.

Popped out of his chest
and landed up Powell Street.

And we was wondering
whether you could refer us

to a book dealing with
a similar experience.

You're a sailor?
Uh, yes, Miss.

Merchant marine?
Yes, Miss.

- Is he?
- Yes. He's the boatswain.

And if you was ever
torpedoed, Miss,

you wouldn't swap Harry
for no boatswain going.

Were you torpedoed?

The last trip.

And you saved them?

He's nuts. A tree grew on the
ship and we sat around and read.

Harry.
Didn't say a word.

Tell me what you're
looking for, please.

I'm really busy here.
Yes, it was like this, Miss.

We're out on a raft,
on the sixth day

I made the lord four promises
what I'd do if he saved us.

Then I broke my promises
and I lost my soul.

What do you say?

Got a book that a soul
might walk back on?

We've got some books.

You hear that, Harry?
Sure.

Tells all about soul racket?
Right. Come with me.

Come on, Harry.

Think we'll start here. There
are some excellent studies.

One by a surgeon
in the British Navy,

and this by an American colonel.
Facts on Combat Fatigue.

Combat fatigue?
Hmm, sounds good.

The strain of war, sometimes
causes psycho-neurosis.

Psycho-neurosis, that sounds
pretty good too.

You see, Mr. Mudge,

you've had a subjective
experience.

You made promises
you didn't keep.

That made you feel guilty so you
imagined you lost your soul.

Oh, no, Miss. I didn't imagine.
I really lost it in the fog.

On Powell Street.

We're disturbing the readers.
You mean they're disturbing us.

Hey! Pipe down, you clucks!

You know, I'm not out with you.
When you go I stay.

So whisper, will you please?

Harry, this nice lady
is trying to help me.

Okay, okay.

I never whispered before
in my life.

How do I sound?

Look, Mr. Mudge,
take this and read it.

This page here, it may help
explain your problem.

I have to get back to work.

Oh, you see this shelf here?

Yeah.
They're funny pictures.

Funny girl.

Harry, I ain't never--
What do you got?

Go ahead and read it.

The Soul, a Symposium
of Modern Thought.

Go to it.
You read it to me, Harry.

I ain't never had
no knack at reading.

Okay.

"The soul, or psyche,
also referred to as the spirit.

"The self-substance,
the elan vital,

"the eternal and
indestructible essence.

See footnote 1-A."

Here's 1-A, Harry.

"It must be remembered

"that a large body
of contemporaneous thought

"denies the existence of a soul

"and scoffs at man's importance
or significance

as an individual."

Shut up!

A guy can't hear himself
think in here.

Shh! Do you want
to be thrown out?

I'm sorry, Miss,

but this book says a man
ain't got no soul.

Well, one man's opinion.

And Mr. Mudge,

I am hardly the last word
on whatever is troubling you.

But I do know that a lot
of strange things happen.

Phenomena like extrasensory
perceptions.

Thought transference, such as
religious mystics report.

Mystics?

What religious
denomination are you?

Me? None.

None at all.
I ain't even been baptized.

Perhaps it would help if I sent
you to Father Cassidy.

Or the Reverend Mr. Thompson.
Or maybe a psychiatrist.

Psychiatrist.

And what's wrong
with psychiatry?

Mudge ain't a diagram or chart.

Cut into him and he'll bleed.

How tender. How profound.

Please, I didn't come
here to start a fight.

Nor will I forget what I'm owing
you for your good intentions.

You didn't laugh at me

like most would have done.

Maybe that's the only help
a man in my condition

can expect. Just not
to be laughed at.

Now I'll be getting along
out of here.

And I'm hoping for your sake
that Harry will do the same.

Thank you kindly.

And if I wasn't in the doghouse
with the Lord Almighty,

I'd be asking him
to give you his blessing.

Great work.

So long.

Well, the fun's over
in my tavern.

I hope you enjoyed it.

Had a wonderful time.

Some tree!

Don't run into it
on your way out.

So long.

Yeah, yeah, I'll be careful.

You know that tree of knowledge
that's rooted in the ages?

Treat that careful.

Them ages get you so much.

Psycho-neurosis, guilt neurosis,
cirrhosis of the liver.

You couldn't live without 'em.

It would be tough.

I'll bet it would.

And don't worry, there they are.

As pretty parrots
come and go, you're a good one.

I know what those guys were
after better than you do.

There's nothing out there
and there's nothing in here.

The only difference between us
is I know it, you don't.

You're kidding yourself
and getting away with it.

Ain't that wonderful?

Are you having a good time?

Rotten.

This is no fun.

No, it isn't.

Kidding you gets me
nothing, sister.

What do you want?

Yeah, what do I want?

That's it.

What's it?

Just it.

Can I go now?

Sure.

You can go.

Thanks.

The tree is all yours.

Let me know when you
run into yours.

Run into what?
Your tree.

The it tree.
That's right.

That's what I'm looking for.
That's it, ain't it?

"That's it, ain't it?"
Some word, "it."

In the dictionary, it breaks
all records for usage.

A personal pronoun of the third
person and neuter gender.

Used as a substitute for a noun,
or representing something

possessing sex when sex is not
particularized or considered.

Or to refer to some matter
not definitely conceived.

As the grammatical subject
of a clause,

"It is believed he is dead."
"He is dead, it is believed."

You can't smoke in here.
I'll bet you can't.

Don't think you'll die in here.
They carry you in after death.

Take a look at these dodo birds.
What are they tiptoeing about?

The dead can't wake the dead.

Well, so long.

Much obliged for trying.

So long.

Hello.

Hello.

I was talking to her.

Oh.
You ready?

I'll hurry.

Oh, boy, how you don't
fit in here.

Friend of yours?
No.

Why don't I fit?
In this graveyard?

You're a lark. A song's in your
eyes, they're lit with living.

Mister!
Everybody dying on the vine,

and whambo, in comes the grapes.

Shush!

Shush, shush!

Helen.
Oh, sorry.

How are you, Helen?
Who are you?

Harry.
Hi, Harry.

Sit down.

Hey, hey.

What do you do?
A secretary. What do you do?

I'm a sailor.
Just off a whaler?

Merchant marine.

Glad to meet you.
Hi.

When do we eat?
I'm eating with Emily.

Is she Emily?
Uh-huh.

Hello, Emily.

Emily, merchant marine.

That's fine. I've seen you meet
some officers in the Navy,

but didn't see this exuberance.
You had the same chance, Emily.

They don't know it's us.
Look around with them.

I'm gonna get my hat, and get
out of here before I'm fired.

Took you long to get your hat.
Boy, he's in again.

He's out again. Goodnight.
Just a minute.

Would you dine with me?

Both of you.
No, thank you.

I wish you'd stop pushing me.

Girls, look. I'm a sailor and
I'm marooned. And in your town.

If you're in my town,
I would accept.

Let him eat with us, Em.
Helen, no.

Alright. Hope you're
satisfied. I got nowhere to go.

And after talking
to you two nice girls.

You think there are
any other nice girls?

He's talking awful nice.
Ain't I talking nice?

Awful nice.
See what Helen says?

I'm talking awful nice.
You want him with us?

It'd be fun.
I Don't think so.

Well, whatever you say, Em.

Before you speak--
You'd better not talk.

Let Helen do it for you.
I'll just stand here and hope.

Now, see how sweet he can be?

This is getting dull.
If the only way to end--

I'm just whistling
for a cab, pals.

You don't have to do this
on my account.

I think I do.

He'll know you just came
along to chaperone us.

I think he knows that already.
Why'd he invite you?

Your friend has a rather
complicated mind for a sailor.

How we doing?

You know what
he's been telling me?

He's been talking scientific.
I'll bet.

He says if a drunken man
staggers he always staggers--

Where did you say
he straggles--? Staggers?

True north, Emily.
Isn't that interesting?

Terrific.
That's right, Emily.

Once some guys
got lost in a jungle.

They all chipped in their
hooch, got a guy drunk

and made a compass out of him.

Isn't that cute?
I can't stand it.

That's one fact
I didn't get from a book.

Oh, Emily, where would you
rather be than right here?

Don't push me, darling.
It's been very nice,

but as we've to get up tomorrow,
shall we start sailing for home?

I don't wanna go home.
Don't you get up every morning?

We don't get up on Sundays.
Tomorrow's Sunday, you know?

I didn't know.
Don't you know Sunday?

On land every day's
a Sunday for a sailor.

Emily's selling a farm. Some
people will see it tomorrow.

You gonna help her?

Yes.

Want me to help you
so you can help her?

Doesn't he put things just?
Emily, what's wrong with me?

I'm crazy about this guy.
What's the matter with me?

I don't know.

Never felt like this before.

Meet a man, fall flat on
my face. Ashamed of me?

No. No.

A little ashamed?

A little.

She's ashamed of me, Harry.
But Emily don't like men.

Do men like her?

Do they, Emily?

No.

They'd if she'd let them.

Wouldn't they, Harry?

I don't know.

Isn't she beautiful?

Come on, Helen.

Wait a minute. This is something
that's gotta be decided.

Yeah, she's good-looking enough.
Trouble is she don't want much.

I don't know
what you mean. Do you?

Sure. You're a mild girl.

Oh.

Got a fella?

No.

Want one?

Not especially.

Well, that's got something
to do with what I mean.

Along with that,
you're kind of independent.

You bet I am.

Don't fight with her.
Fight me.

I mean look at me.
I'm just crazy about this guy.

Oh, you're lucky.
You got a smart fellow.

He'll teach you how
to roll a barrel of oil.

Will you, Harry?

How do you roll a barrel of oil?

I'll tell you.

You girls ever take a bath?
Huh?

Did you notice how water
runs out of bathtub,

how the water
goes down the drain?

No. I get out of the bathtub.
I don't like feeling wet.

I thought you might
have sat there thinking once.

Oh, no, I can't dry
myself fast enough.

But Emily sits there
until the water's all gone.

Hmm.

Is that so?

Helen. Helen.

Great stuff, that brandy.
What'd I say?

Let the professor say. He was
gonna tell us some discovery.

Oh, who cares.
How's the brandy whirl?

Hey, waiter. Waiter!

Nothing doing. I'm not kidding.
Oh, leave her alone.

Another drink won't kill you.
I'm taking her home, see?

Want to bet on that?
I'll bet on that.

Fight, fight, fight,
all night long. What a party.

Hey, there's Harry now.

Hiya, Harry!

Hey, how are you, Gus?
Come on over, boys.

Meet some friends
of mine, nice and mild.

Right down your alley.

Hiya, Gus.

- Hiya, Harry.
- Hi, boys. How you doing?

I got a spare tomato for you.
This is Emily. Shake her hand.

Hiya, Gus.
Hello, handsome.

Hello.
How are you, good-looking?

How are you?
Great little kidder, isn't he?

I'm warmed up for take off.
Anyone wanna buzz the field?

- Sure.
- Yeah, man.

Big boy spoke first.

Open up the throttle, big boy.
I fly on high octane.

If any of you wanna share
the ride, just cut in.

Oh, boy!

Emily!

I wanna dance with Emily.
Come on, Gus.

Let's have a dance.

Hiya, Mudge.
Hiya, toots!

Yes, ma'am.

Come on.
Go away.

Hey, what is this?

Ladies first!

Stop her, Harry.
She's gone nuts.

Gentlemen, gentlemen.
What is this?

I want to dance.

Get her, Harry!
Get her!

Emily! Emily!

Have you got a match?

Oh, a beautiful thing
it was, Miss!

What?

Hello, Mudge.
I've been in a fight.

Like the very battle
of the Boyne, it was.

He called me mild.
A mild tomato.

Ah! Like Queen Deirdre
yourself, you were.

Was I, Mudge?
Aye.

Queen Deirdre fighting
the black prince single-handed.

Cracked his skull with
a spiked shillelagh, she did.

And gave him the heave-ho from
the top story of Dublin Castle.

What hand done the deed,
Miss Emily?

Well...

Well, I guess it was
my right hand.

Oh.

It's a great privilege.

Emily, what's the matter?
What's got into you? Come on.

Yeah. What's the idea,
starting a riot?

And in a public place.

A lot of women present.

Somebody might have got hurt.

What got into you?
You've gone nuts.

If that's life,
I'll take the library.

Here's a cab. Come on,
Emily. Get in. Come on.

Get in there.

I'll find the guy that
slugged me. I'm going back in.

No, Harry! Get in the cab.

Come on.

It's a small place, but it's--

Just enough for two, both woman.
Emily, I want him to come up.

Thanks for a charming evening.

And if we don't see you again
before you sail,

fair winds and blue skies
and all that.

Oh, why can't he, Emily?

Helen says goodnight.

Give up, buddy.
You're brushed.

Know what I should do? I should
go up and take that dame apart.

She's the freshest dame
I've ever met.

She's the kind of dame who will
crack your head with a bottle.

Huh?
I ain't kidding.

You couldn't get me up
there with a derrick.

She works in the library too.

There you are.
You can't trust nobody.

Oh!

That bad?

You alright?

I didn't drink so much.
No, all you did was fight.

Oh, that sailor.

Heels have a morbid
fascination for you.

Morbid fascination are your
words. I think they're cute.

Mr. Harry Patterson
was excessively cute.

Is that bad?
Yes.

I guess I'm a poor judge
of character.

He struck me as being
kind of a heel in a cute way.

I feel rather sorry for him.

Sorry?

Yes.

Just as I'd feel sorry
for any animal

that's being tormented in a--
In a trap or a maze.

If you tried to help, he'd turn
on you and tear your heart out.

Why should he do that?

Because he's afraid
you'll tear his heart out.

Well, let's forget about it.

Oh, Emily!

We're going to the farm,
remember?

Oh...

Oh!

Oh!

Hi, Helen!

Tell Emily the skies are blue
and the winds are fair.

Emily, he's coming right up.
Watch him go right down.

But, Emily, we've got
to act polite to him.

I'll act polite.

Look here,
Mr. Sailor--

I says to myself,
"Harry, it wouldn't surprise me

"if my girls
are a little weary this morning.

"I'll hire a bus,
ride them to the farm.

They're you're pals.
They'd do as much for you."

Look at her. Tough night.
Wakes up beautiful.

Mr. Sailor?
Mm-hm?

Let's get something straight.
Let's do that.

Nice little place you got here.

Today's Sunday and all days
aren't Sunday to me.

That exhibition last night was
my first and last performance.

Goodbye.

She's always saying
goodbye to me.

If you don't stop fighting,
I'm leaving. To get ready!

Helen's a funny girl, isn't she?
Yes, but I ain't.

Hey, hey. Wait.

That curl on the back of your
neck. It curls the wrong way.

Oh, it does?
Yeah. Here, let me look.

Well, I'll be...

It curls counterclockwise.

Is that bad?
That shouldn't be.

Smoke, vines and water
twist clockwise

in the Northern Hemisphere, see?

A woman's hair too.

Really?
But south of the equator,

a girl's hair curls
counterclockwise, right to left.

Perhaps I'm in
the wrong hemisphere.

Huh, that curl sure
crosses me up.

Your original research
was wrong.

No, no, no, no.
Where's your bathroom?

Come in here.
I'll show you.

Is that curl natural
in your hair?

Get out of here, please.

You just didn't train it
that way to be contrary?

Ooh, who's gonna take a bath?
No bath. Scientific experiment.

Bend over. Let me look
at the back of your neck.

Is this a booby trap?
No, no, no.

There, you see?
Her hair curls clockwise.

Now, watch the water whirl.

See? Left to right.

Everything north of the equator
is left to right, but you.

I'm so sorry.

That sure crosses me up. I had
it doped out that the gimmick is

two clocks running opposite
to one another.

The gimmick?
Yeah, the world. Two clocks.

Oh, that's cute.

But she's got a southern
hemisphere curl.

Sure you didn't
train it that way?

Quite sure, Mr. Aristotle.
What do you know?

Been in many bathtubs but never
watched how the water ran.

Did you, Emily?
No.

Get in the tub, Emily.

Oh, that was a very
shocking remark.

I don't blame, Emily.

You weren't shocked.

Mm. Not in here.
Huh?

After all, you'll get me
in bad with Emily.

Oh.

I'm just crazy for the ocean.
It's so kind and simple.

Simple and dumb.

But in a cute way, Harry.

I mean, one little wave piles
on top of the other little wave,

and the fish just swim around.

What makes it so black out?

Too many women have been
crying into it.

Women cry in the dark. That's
what makes the ocean black.

Hasn't he got
the weirdest ideas?

Edison and Einstein.

I don't care for the ocean
when it looks black.

Oh, that's easily fixed.
How?

We'll bale the tears back into
all the women who've ever cried.

Now, you know,
that's a brilliant thought?

The truth is it's the men
who do all the crying.

More tried by the books.

You two start fighting,
I'll jump out.

She started it.
I won't say another word.

Thanks.

* Clang, clang, clang
Went the trolley *

* Ding, ding, ding
Went the bell *

There it is, Harry.
Hmm.

Emily, wake up.
We're here.

Not bad.

How'd you get it, Emily?

My folks left it to me.
The old Homestead.

Turn here, Harry.

It's just a headache. I've been
after Em to sell the thing.

Who's buying it?

I put an ad saying
I'd be out today.

I had one telephone
from a Mr. Buckley.

Look. That must be
the Buckley's now.

Ready money.
A nice quick sale.

Mr. Buckley?
Yes, Miss Sears?

I'm sorry I'm late.
Not at all.

We looked around, it isn't
quite what we want.

The place looks shabby,

but people with taste
could make things very charming.

Yes. Yes, it does have
possibilities.

Miss Sears, Mrs. Buckley.

Miss Sears.

I'm glad you came.
I wanted you to see the house.

Thank you.

Excuse me, what price
you asking, Emily?

Oh, why 8,500.

It's 10 acres and all fit
for conservation.

What? Why it's a steal
at that price.

Mr. and Mrs. Buckley,
Miss Melohn, Mr. Patterson.

How do you do?

You people ever done
any dirt farming?

No. We just want a place
for the weekend.

Yes. Build a pool.
Keep a few horses.

You got no problems. Slap on
some paint, hire few guys,

clean off the rattlesnakes,
fill up the gopher holes.

Rattlesnakes.
Rattlesnakes?

Why, rattlesnakes in California?

Silly! Helen, have you
seen a snake on this farm?

Maybe it was Texas
I was thinking.

Yeah, yeah. Texas.

We'll think it over. Thank you.
I'll call you if..

We'll let you know.

Thank you.

Do you know what I think?

There's only one snake
on this farm.

Ah, they wasn't gonna buy it.

It'd be a crime to sell a farm
like this for a dude ranch.

Yes, sir. Good, rich dirt.

Smell it!

You could grow food here.

Not a crop of fat dames
torturing horses,

wasting water in a fancy pool.

Yes, sir. Good rich dirt
that ain't doing its job.

You're so fond of dirt, you can
buy this farm at a bargain.

That's an idea, Harry.
Not, me. I'm shipping out.

This is for a guy who wants to
marry, settle down, have kids.

That couldn't be you.
When are you shipping out?

I don't go to sea until
my money's spent.

Pretty good barn.
Got any hay in it?

No.

Ain't it sweet?
Hmm.

Huh, Harry?

My goodness, Em.
It's stuffy.

After that library,
how would she know?

Nice, homey folks.

Not yours, Emily.

Yes, mine.

Aunts, uncles and Grandma.

And it all boiled down
to you, huh?

Mm-mm.

Hey, got a kitchen.
Yes, sir.

Hmm. Got an icebox too.

Yeah, plenty of nothing in it.

Ain't bad, Emily.

Not bad.

What do you got upstairs?
Bedrooms.

Well, let's take a look at it.
Hey! Wait for me!

Hello, where'd you come from?

Hmm.

Mm-hm.

Hey, downstairs.

Where'd you get this?
What?

This big pile of feathers?

That's the bed I was born in.

Some bed.

I love it here, Emily.
I love it. Don't you, Harry?

Yeah, yes.
Okay. Swell.

Emily, you know what
we could do?

Yes. But I have to work
in the morning.

I've a job in the library.
I work too, don't I?

We could leave early
and make it easy.

Mm-hm.

I have an idea I've already
been outvoted.

Most suspicious girl
I ever ran into.

If we're staying I can cook.
You can cook? Yeah.

But what?

Alright, alright.
I'll go to Tony's.

He'll be open. You get some
wood for the stove.

I'll drive you.
I'll get the wood.

I'd rather walk.

Got any dough?
Don't put yourself out.

Don't worry.

Hey!

Now, don't you two
get to fighting again.

You've been to Naples?
I been there, Tony.

Beautiful girls, beautiful
everything. Beautiful.

Ah! Beautiful.
Yes. And no fog.

Got them blue seas there.
A blue, blue, blue, blue!

No meat?
No meat.

No meat.
Well, that's all then, Tony.

Well, uh, that's, uh,
beautiful 1.45, Miss Emily.

Dollar forty-five?
Hold it, Emily. Hold it.

Tony, you ever roll them, Tony?
I'll roll you double or nothing.

Okay, okay.

No. No, Tony.

My pal.
Oh, Miss Emily my friend.

I used to say Naples
never loses. How many rolls?

One roll.
Okay!

Okay?
Okay.

Ho-ho! Lovely.

Naples!
Naples!

No Naples!

Naples done you wrong, pal.

Okay, okay, Mister.

Mwah. Beautiful dice, beautiful.

Okay, Emily. Come along.
Goodbye, Tony.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

Goodbye, Tony.
Goodbye. Goodbye.

See you in the movies.??
It's a beautiful, beautiful--

Thievery. Plain thievery.

It's science.

Such a nice little man too.

Shush.

What's wrong?

It's a chicken.

What of it?

Goes great with macaroni.

You think Farmer Ludlow will
roll dice for a chicken?

I'm not rolling dice
with Farmer Ludlow, don't worry.

He's not gonna sell his
chickens. He's crazy about them.

Let's take a peak at 'em.

Think you'll steal a chicken--
I just said take a peek.

Chickens are sure doing nice
on that corn, Heffy.

Well, you can
give them all my share.

I don't know why
corn ever grows.

Mrs. Ludlow doesn't like corn.
And I don't like Mrs. Ludlow.

Mean?
Mean.

Hmm.
Hmm.

Mr. Ludlow?

Mean.
Mean.

Can you imitate a rooster?
If you think that--

Can you imitate a rooster?
I think so. I've never tried.

But if Farmer Ludlow--

Never mind Farmer Ludlow.
Make like a rooster.

What for?
I wanna catch us a hen.

Well, I bet it won't work
but here goes.

I thought you said
we'd catch us a hen.

We will.
But hens are realists.

No hen would come running
for a rooster she can't see.

What'd you do that for?

The line hypnotizes him.

That's why some people
stay in ruts.

There's a line like that
on the library floor.

Stick with your chickens.

Okay. Here's a rooster in a rut.

He wanted war and glory, he came
out to fight another rooster.

Roosters got imagination, see?

That's why that corny imitation
of yours fooled him.

Now, make like a hen, Emily.

Oh, no. Now, we really
have a rooster.

I should imitate a rooster.
No, make like a hen.

Oh, I'd say that
I'll prove you wrong.

You see?

It doesn't make sense.

She was going to chase
after this rooster.

Why shouldn't I make
rooster noises?

No hen wants a rooster
unless she's afraid

some other hen is gonna get him.

What'd you do that for?

What? Oh, pullets
are better eating.

I could never kill a rooster.
Life means too much to him.

Make like a hen some more.

Oh!

What's wrong with them chicks?

Ain't nothing the matter
with them chickens.

Something's wrong with
those chickens, I tell you.

Get my gun.
It's them dogs again.

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Harry, Harry.

Are you alright?
Okay.

Shush, shush, shush.

If he comes, I'll trip him.
No, no, no.

You take one leg
and I'll take the other.

You're crazy.

He's gone. Come on,
let's get out of here.

What's all the shooting for?
Helen!

We got chickens. We had lots
but they got away.

What'd you do?
Old man--

Old man what's-his-name
took a shot at us.

He did?
We had lots more, they got away.

Was it fun?

Oh, it was!

We'll go back and pay him
for them, won't we?

Helen, my old pal!

Harry, Harry.

Oh, I missed you.
Did you miss me, pal?

Oh, brother, I missed you!

Helen, you know what
you can do with a rooster?

Draw a line and hypnotize him.

We got macaroni.
You did?

Oh, Harry!
* Old McDonald had a farm *

* E-I-E-I-O *

* And on that farm he had-- *

He said make like a hen,
And so I said...

* With a chick, chick here
And a chick, chick there *

* Here a chick, there a chick
Everywhere a chick, chick *

* Old McDonald had a farm *

* E-I-E-I-O *

* Oh, and on that farm
He had some ducks *

* E-I-E-I-O *

* With a quack, quack here
And a quack, quack there *

* Here a quack, there a quack
Everywhere a quack, quack *

* Old McDonald had a farm *

* E-I-E-I-O *

Was you ever married, Helen?

Almost, once.

What broke it up?

We got tired of each other.
I don't know.

Sure, like everything else.
It all ends nowhere.

Don't you believe
in marriage at all?

No. Dull.

You say that like you mean it.

And I'll say I mean it.

Not just marriage, anything that
starts out exciting.

It just leaks itself to death.

All the zip.
All the everything.

You tell me one thing
that stays exciting.

Just one.

I hate to think.

Yeah.
Well, let's don't.

Let's just--

In the first place,
you can't think on land.

You gotta be out there.

What's out there?

The sea.

It's the only road
that leads to it.

What's it?

It?

It's just it.

I know what it is.

What?

This.

I think the time has come
for me to retire.

It's early, Emily.
Is it? I wouldn't know it.

Everything leaks to death. Looks
for a while, today never would.

The dullest day I ever spent
in my life.

Why, Emily, that doesn't speak
very well for present company.

I didn't mean that way.

- It's just that I--
- I'm sorry for Emily.

- Don't know what she wants.
- Of course you do.

The sea is the only road to it.

My old friend, it.

I love the way Helen puts it.
What is it?

Why, Emily.
You sound cross, dear.

- What about?
- Well, I don't know.

Everything's been so pleasant.
Okay, I'll call it a day.

I'll go up and dream of the sea,
the road to it.

Oh, to hear a big grown man
talk of it.

It's so silly.

Nobody's asking you
any opinion, you know.

Did I say anyone
was asking for it?

Emily!
I'm not asking for yours.

Don't you sit there and say
I don't know what I want.

Hot air.
You could start a furnace.

You're nothing but
a first-class soapbox.

Emily! She never talks
like this.

What's the matter?
Thought we were good.

I did too.
I thought that--

We had nothing to make up.

If I seem irritated I thought
you were worth talking to.

And what have I heard? Nothing!
Life is dull. What news.

And the brilliant summary, the
answer dwells across the sea.

You're a dope.
Stick your tomatoes.

You've got your answer.

A good crack in the jaw'd
do you good.

If that would do it I'd love it.

I'd love to look up to a man,
but I don't think you hit hard.

I'd rather he hit me
than listen to him.

Words come out, you think
you're gonna hear something,

you get hit with feathers.
It. It. It. It.

Get down.

Listen, you little--
You-- You-- You--

Nobody talks to me
and gets away with it.

It? I'll tell you what it is.

It's the excitement, see?
Excitement that don't die.

I've seen life important.
Oh, have I.

Just when they think
they're gonna lose it.

I've seen women, children
trampled on

to get into lifeboats, they're
all safe and all bored again.

All bored.

For life to be exciting, you'd
need a shipwreck every day.

So that's what I'm looking for,
wise guy.

Life exciting, you can throw
the shipwrecks away.

That's all just an easy pickup.

If I say the sea is
the only road that leads to it,

it's because the sea
sounds like it.

She does the talking.
You do the listening.

She sings out there.
She's full of bands.

If I picked on you,

it'll be because of the ocean
in your eyes that done it.

I never saw it
in no eyes before.

And I'll call it a day too.

And I'm sick to death of you.

Oh!

Why do sailors drive so fast?

Hey, hey, that's how sailors
get wrecked.

I'm high, and I haven't had
a drop to drink.

Are you high?

I'm blowing about
a force nine gale.

Oh, you're not a gale.
You're a tornado.

Well, you're not exactly
a low-pressure area, yourself.

Oh, you do say the sweetest,
most poetic things.

Uh-oh.

That ain't poetry.
Yes, it is too.

No, we're running out of gas.

Oh, we've been running
on gas, pal?

And we're slowed down to 60.

Now that we're slowed down,
can you drive with one hand?

Sure.

Thanks, sailor.

Hey, thar she blows.
Good old Reno.

This is one town
I'm really gonna show you.

It's a waste of money.
How do you figure that?

Because I won't look
at anything, really, except you.

You're acting stubborn.

When I feel poetic,
I feel poetic.

Did you ever hear
of Elizabeth Barrett Browning?

Sure, Sonnets From
the Portuguese.

Why, Harry!
Heard it on a quiz program.

No, listen.

Unless you can muse
In a crowd all day

On the absent face
That fixed you

Unless you can love
As the angels may

With the breadth of heaven
Betwixt you

Unless you can dream
That his love will last

Through behooving
And unbehooving

Unless you can die
When the dream is past

Oh, never call it loving

Do you like it?

Boy, you are high.
Mm-hm.

That's just how I feel.

You take charge of the poetry
and I'll take charge of Reno.

Oh, Harry, look.

Oh, what luck.

Yeah. Only three miles.

Oh, no, I mean the other sign.

That one.

Oh.

All right, Emily.
Oh!

Only that?
Just, "all right"?

No, but let's see
if we can make Reno.

* I'm free again
I'm free again *

* Oh, me, oh, my
Oh, I'm free again *

Hey! No, you!

Are you looking for a new girl?
What's your name?

Uh, Grace.
Here she is. This is Grace.

Oh, I know, but I--
Gracie, show him no mercy.

Remember, everything that you
did before, don't do it again.

Oh, yes!

Mm-hm.

Your chuckle, my love,
is a deep laugh.

I'm chuckling, all right.
First time we've been in a room.

That's right.

Out there, there were walls
out there, high as heaven.

Wonder where they stuck my bag?

Oh.
Where did we buy the bag?

Must have been in a store.

I got a new hat out of it.

Ice water, sir?
Yeah, come in.

Thank you.

Thank you, sir.
I'll buy my girl a present.

Oh, uh, you and the missus
like anything else, sir?

Who?
Mrs. Patterson.

Oh. Would you like anything
else, uh, Mrs. Patterson?

No, thank you,
Mr. Patterson.

No, thank you.

Well, well.

Mrs. Patterson.

What's the matter?

Darling?
Yes, darling.

Was that my wedding present?
Marrying me?

I don't get you.
Why did you marry me?

Isn't that what you wanted?
Yes, but it wasn't a command,

nor a favor to me
any more than to you.

Okay, but...

Hey, look, is that right?

Are you supposed to give women
presents that marry you?

Oh, dear!

Oh, all right.

What's the matter, baby?

Oh, look at the sailor.

And am I sailing.

What...?

What in the world...?

- What is this, darling?
- Oh, just a girl.

Oh, just a girl, eh?
That's all.

Her name's Jeanne, right?
Pronounced John. French.

Oh, John, mm-hm.

Got any others around you
anywhere?

No, no.

She was the one and only?

No. I didn't marry her, did I?
Perhaps she didn't ask you.

Hey, hey.

What is all this, huh?

Just a minute, darling.
Just a minute.

There.

Harry, what's my name?

Emily?

Don't sound much alike, do they?

Nope.
Don't forget it.

Oh, George.

Mmm...

Hm?

Oh, I'm sorry, dear. Sorry.

Why, you...

That's not a square deal.
I got two bags.

But I have to open the door
with my key.

It's your door.
You opened it a million times.

But eight seconds. Make it 10.
Go ahead.

You understand,
if I get into the apartment

before you catch me, you've
to stand outside forever.

Yeah, right in the hall.
Ready?

One, two...

three, four, five, six, seven,
eight, nine, 10.

Hey.

Yeah, what's the matter?

The last time going down
those stairs was Sunday,

on the way to the farm.
Yeah. Well?

Well, you were just about
the last gentleman

I wanted to see that morning.

Yeah, I recall your greeting.

And the next time coming up
these same stairs,

I'm your wife.

You would've bet a lot of dough
against that, wouldn't you?

I would've bet my life.

I would've bet the end
of the world first.

Harry.
Yeah?

I wish we were in Reno.

Wanna go back?
Oh, no.

Are you coming in here with me
like a husband?

Well, I wasn't doing this
Sunday, neither.

Hey, am I married too?
I don't know. I guess so.

Emily. Oh, Emily!

You ought to be shot, you heel.
Helen!

You ought to be strung
and riddled.

Helen, we're married.
Huh?

Well, we think we are.
Don't be dumb, Emily.

Him, married! He wouldn't marry
his own mother!

You girls figure it out.
I'm buying a drink.

Lemme know how you come out.
Look, look.

You mean legal?
Yes!

It isn't forged?
No, of course not.

Oh, darling.

Oh, Helen.
Do you still like me?

Emily.

Married. Emily's married!
Hey, like me, too, will you?

I thought she never would.
She's such a lonesome girl.

She'd go out with me,
but she'd hate it.

She could have every man
in Frisco if she wanted him.

Oh, Helen, please.
She's the best girl going.

Say something to me, Harry!
Okay, I agree with you, pal.

I agree with you.
Oh, Harry.

Oh. I love you
for her loving you.

I'm in love with both of you.

I'm in love with both of you.

I've never loved anybody as much
as I love the two of you.

Oh, Harry, look, I got lipstick
all over you. I'm sorry.

Hey, Emily, you know something?

The last time I kissed Harry
was on that sofa at the farm.

Do you realize I haven't
seen either one of you since?

I kiss him on a sofa, next time
I see him, I kiss him again.

A little item, dear:
He's married between kisses.

What do you say? This is fine,
but it's a little dry.

I'll go get a bucket of wine.
This calls for a celebration.

It's for me to get out.
I'm late for the office.

No office today. We'll
celebrate. The three of us.

Really, Harry?
Yes, yes. Good old Reno.

We brought it back
with us, darling.

You bet! You know it!
Hook her, Emily.

You're crazy about him.
Just crazy.

He crazy about you?
Just crazy.

Oh.

Oh, Emily.

Now, tell me all about it.

You arrive at Reno.
"Let no man put asunder." And...

Then what'd you do?
We played roulette.

You did?
And then he bought me a hat.

That's better.
Isn't it silly?

I love it.

Then we had a steak.
Steak's a steak anytime.

Hey, where's the towel?
Behind the door.

Behind what?
Behind the door.

Huh! Funny place to keep it.
Squawking already.

Hey, I gotta get myself
under a roof.

I'll get a room close by.
Oh, wait a minute, Helen.

I mean, let me see. I--

Whoa, whoa.

I never gave it a thought.
I mean, about living.

We hadn't even mentioned it.

Let's take a pause before the
party. Think you'll live here?

Where are we gonna live?
Never gave it a thought.

You don't have to decide today.
Here's your apartment.

You can't beat it for
two anyplace.

But I think you'd like
a house with a garden.

I get myself a room--
I'd hate to turn you out.

Don't be silly. A roof's a roof.
Wait a minute, Helen.

This isn't gonna make
any difference.

I'm shipping out in few days.
You girls keep on living here

just as if nothing
happened at all.

You're shipping out?
What do you think? I'm a sailor.

Of course, but I thought you'd
go to work here or something.

Well, I guess I just thought
you'd wanna stay.

Well, I-- I guess I don't know
what I thought.

A shore job? Me?
Ha! Emily...

Oh, no, dear, of course not.

Funny.

All-- All thinking stops.

Love's a drug, isn't it?

When you come back, you'd want
a place of your own.

What's wrong with this place?
Nothing if I'm not here.

How do you bother me any?

You don't want me around
when you come home, do you?

You mean there's only one room.

I could go sit
in the gutter someplace,

but that isn't what I'm mean.
A man doesn't want another woman

around if there are
a thousand rooms.

Isn't that a bed?
That? Hurts you to sit on it.

Won't kill you for few nights.
Don't you wanna be with Emily?

What's the use of getting
a room for few nights?

Do as you want.
I won't tell you how to sleep.

But Harry, that isn't the idea.
A man wants a home of his own.

A man's got a garden,
for instance.

He thinks about it while he's
away. Wonders how it's growing.

- Does he?
- 'Certainly.'

Man's gotta wonder
how something's growing.

A garden or a baby or--

What baby?
Huh?

Oh.

You mean a baby.

I thought you was talking
about another friend of yours.

My mistake, my mistake.
A baby, huh?

Hey, do you want a baby, pal?
Nope.

She's on a rampage
and you're all wound up.

Why don't you get married?
You sound like you'd like it.

The other night, you weren't
giving it much.

Never know when I'm back. I'm
liable to be shipped anywhere.

I'm liable not to see you
for years.

Hey, are you surprised
about anything?

The room's kind of lost
a lot of its, uh...

Oh, no, Harry. Everything's
going to be all right.

Let's get going.
Wine goes great in the morning.

Then we'll go out, find the boys
and party until the ship sails.

That'll take care of the beds.
I'll be right back.

Gee, it's-- It's 8:30.

Say, Emily.

Yeah?

It's none of my business,

but you know sailors
are kind of crazy,

and I'd nip that bird right in
the bud, tell him what's what.

All that talk I gave him
about the prize he won.

He knows it, does he?
Yes, he does.

Him. If he was mine,

I'd stick an anchor on him
before 10:00 this morning.

I'm afraid he'd drag it
a little.

Helen, just to keep
the record straight,

I walked into this.
I knew he was a crazy guy.

I had plenty of time
to think it over, but I didn't.

I'm not blaming Harry at all.

I'm buying his wine.

What are you gonna do?

I'll see you later.

Okay.

Hi!

Hi.

I got champagne and I got the
best bottle of brandy in Frisco.

Which do you want?

Hey! What do you want?

I want a divorce.

Huh?

Wait a minute.

Don't let's wait, Harry.

We don't believe in waiting,
do we, Harry?

Okay.

You say you want a divorce
and I say, why? Hm?

And I say, look Mr....
What is our name, Patterson?

Why, I want a divorce,
Mr. Patterson

because I want a divorce.

I don't want
to be married to you.

I don't think
you're a good husband.

Hm. All that talk with Helen.
That's the dope, ain't it?

All that talk about gardens or
whatever we're talking about.

You're wrong. I don't want
little gardens, either.

I don't want to settle down.
Not a nickel's worth.

You agree with me
that marriage is the bunk.

There ain't nothing between a
man and a tomato-- Uh, a woman.

--But like a time at Reno.
But to settle down?

That ain't it, is it?

My old friend "it."
Let's put it this way, Harry.

I'm no more like Helen...
No more like her than--

Than the girl on your arm.

Hey, you ain't jealous of her,
are you?

No, dear.

Could be a little, pal.

Especially a girl a guy
carries around with him.

I wouldn't like a guy painted
on you staring at me, neither.

Wouldn't you, Harry?
No, I wouldn't.

How about this: Suppose I stick
you on the other arm?

No, thank you, darling.
Wait a minute.

You wouldn't be ashamed
of this girl.

Don't know what I'm protecting
her about. She don't need it.

I'm sure she doesn't. And Harry,
I'm not a bit interested.

This girl was good.

She lived on the shores
of Normandy before the war.

I looked good to her
because she lived nowhere

near anybody worth knowing.

I couldn't help
looking good to her.

Then come a time when I'd better
get out of there, see?

But get this straight: I missed
her more than she did me.

She was one lovely girl,
I'd bet on that.

What did you say
when you said goodbye?

I didn't say goodbye.
She was asleep.

Did she see this?

Nope.

Oh. Sorry.

Well, I like your French lady.

I repeat, I'm not in love
with little houses

and little gardens.

Little gardens don't mean
one thing or another.

I don't mean that I'm afraid
of the sea, either.

We could have all
the seven seas between us,

could still be perfect.

What I'm trying to say is,

we didn't bring
Reno back with us.

Reno's still in Reno.

And Reno should grow
in a garden.

Get me?

Sure, I get you.

And say, I wouldn't wonder

if you and me are a lot alike.

And how about this:
You get a divorce,

and when I land again,
if you feel better,

we'll get married again.
Right to left, left to right.

Okay, pal, okay.

What's the matter?
We're divorced, dear.

Oh. But not officially.

We weren't married
officially, either.

Okay, pal, okay. Now, how about
finding the boys?

No, thanks.

Party's over, huh?
It was a nice one.

Mm-mm.

Well, she does move, don't she?

I told you on the stairs,
it can happen fast.

Okay, darling.
And if you change your mind,

I'll be hanging around
the same joint, probably.

And I hope you change it.
Thanks, Harry.

If I do, I'll look you up, pal.

Okay, pal. So long.
So long.

Do I get a kiss?

Sure!

Okay.

So long.

So long.

You're a good girl.

Hi, Gus.

Hey, Harry.
What ship we working?

Good you showed up. They got
Mudgin on the carpet in there.

What for?
He won't sail without his soul.

Yeah, and they're gonna
take his book away.

Yeah?

Another thing: Show me the law
of the Maritime Union

or the Shipping Commission
that says you can take

a man's book away
for losing his soul.

What soul?

My soul that I need to go to
heaven after death.

We've argued long enough.

Now ship on the Pacific Belle
or lose your book.

You've got no right to pass
judgment on this.

Oh, I ain't huh?
No, you ain't, Mister.

You ain't big enough. The
Maritime Union ain't big enough.

That's all, brother.
You're beached for good.

Oh, no, you can't.
Hold it, Mudge.

Harry!
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Paul Revere Patterson. Hiya.
Okay. But where you been?

On a mission of mercy in Reno.

Patterson, we've listed
your crew for this trip.

They've all checked in okay
but this screwball.

He'll check in. When she sail?
Be aboard Friday morning.

Well, what are we arguing about?
If we sail, we sail.

I'll guarantee Mudge.
Give him back his book.

Okay. There you are.
Thanks, Steve. Come on, Mudge.

Oh, I don't know, Harry.
A man in my condition...

I'll give you a certificate
of loss for the thing.

Worse guys than you have skinned
past the pearly gates.

Did you get him off?
Sure, sure.

Where you been, Harry?
I couldn't find you no place.

I was married.
Married and divorced.

Reno, Reno.
Who was she, Harry?

Friend of Mudgin's,
psychoneurosis.

Hey, Miss Emily?

Yeah, yeah, Emily.
I'll see you guys later.

You did that to Miss Emily?

No, she did that to me.

Patterson married?

Let's have a drink, Mudge,
on me.

A drink?
No, not now.

I got an errand to do.

Whew!

Did I stop one.
'Twas was a dirty fight.

No. It was strict
merchant marine rules.

I'm always underestimating him.

Ah, don't you really mean
that you overestimated me?

Oh, no, Miss Emily.

I bet you've done better
than anybody else.

I claim a draw.

You know they say a girl
can't ever win.

All she can do
is hold down the score.

I've got to take
the blame for this.

Oh, no.

We were both overconfident.

But you can quote me.
"A very charming lad."

Oh, the tricky,
twisty ways of him.

When I brung him in the library,
I knew it was you he'd be after.

So did I.

But the charm of the scamp.
You didn't know that.

Oh, yes.

Not like me who's followed him
these many years.

I've cursed him for
picking fights,

then gone after him
into the brawl he started.

I've even defended him to women
using my native eloquence.

What did you tell them?
Oh, "he'll miss you," I say.

"He'll grieve for you
and come back a better man.

"Be patient, be true.

"Wait for him to grow
the thorny rose

you planted in his heart."

That was lovely,
Mr.Mudgin.

It was a lie.
But I'll not lie to you.

It's good riddance
you broke with him.

That was brave.

That was strong.

I told you I got at least
a draw, didn't I?

You ain't bruised too bad?

No.

You see, I'm a pretty
tough mug myself.

Sure now, you are.
You are.

But me, I'm sailing with him.

Bullied me into it, he did.
Sheer bullying.

You deserve a bow.

A bow?

For sailing that black ocean,
and me without a soul?

Both of us are lost, castaways.

He needs you, Mr. Mudge.

Keep this under your hat,
but he isn't nearly the champion

he thinks he is.

Harry Patterson?
I can say no more.

It's a trade secret.

But put the laurel wreath
on his brow and let him swagger.

The guy still rates a cheer,
and you can quote me.

Queen Deirdre herself.

Shake.

Goodbye, Mr. Mudge.

Hi.

Helen, what are you doing home?

I'm trying to think of something
to tell you that I forgot.

I give up,
so I'll tell the truth.

I left a lot of worry here.
Oh, dear Helen.

Hey, you sound fine.

Em, are you packing to go away
with him his last few days?

No. We parted.

Gay as two larks.

Now if you're sorry for me,
you'll be sorry.

But you can have the harbor
till he's gone.

I'll be back in two days.

Tell you about a daydream
I had in the library.

Thank you.

Hi, Em.
Come down here.

What's the matter?
Why are you painting my house?

Ha! It needs it,
don't it?

What are you painting it for?
Just a going away present.

I thought it would please you.

Thought you'd leave a little
money in my shoes.

Oh, now, look.

That's the last way
to look at it, Emily.

I see how it'd make you sore,
naturally.

But it ain't like that.

When I said a present, I meant a
present to Reno from both of us.

Usually you paint the town good
the last day in my trade.

To show you that Reno was the
best time I ever had ashore,

I'd paint your house instead.

Well, that's very nice of you,
Harry, of course.

Now we can say goodbye again.

As you said, we're always
saying goodbye.

You don't want me to finish it?

No, Harry. Thanks.

Why?

Because...

Because I say so!

Okay.

Okay!

Fine. You decided
to paint the house.

It looks great.
I take it you're Miss Sears.

I'm Mr. Littleton.
I wish I'd known!

I give up my last day
and you don't want it.

Painter, what's the trouble?
This can be settled.

What a sucker I was.
Get out of here.

What's the matter? It looks like
he's doing a fine job.

I'm out!
I never was such a sucker.

I give up my last day
to paint this dump.

We can't get anywhere this way.

Get out of here!
Go on, get out of here!

I'll get out
when I'm good and ready.

Yeah, yeah,
you got that library look.

You're screwy.

Oh!

Get out of here!
Get out of here!

Miss Sears, you can't treat
painters like that these days.

They're independent.
Oh, they're independent.

So long, screwball!

Alright, alright.
Get that string line in.

Shore leave's over.

Come on, shake a leg.

Okay, Harry.

All clear aft?

All clear aft, Captain.

All clear forward, boatswain?

All clear forward, Captain!

Alright, take it away.
Let's get out of here.

Hey!

Hi!

Hi! Hey, fellas,
look who's here!

Hiya, slugger!

Hiya, Dempsey.

Hiya, fellas.
Fight, fight!

Don't hit the ship!

Where is he?

Hey, Harry!

Here's your spare tomato.

Hiya, pal.

Hey, Emily! Hiya, rocks!

Do you know why I was mad?

No!

I-- I didn't want
anything changed.

What?

I liked it as it was.
What?

Oh!

I liked it as it was!

Oh. How was it?

Wasn't painted Sunday, was it?

Oh! Hey, don't get sweet.
This ain't no time to get sweet.

Throw a rock.

Okay.

Hey!

I'll buy you a drink.

What'll you have, pal?

Ice water.
Bellboy's knocking.

Who bought me this?

Me!

Where?

Reno!

Reno!

Oh...

Hey, Mudge!

Don't your soul rate
waving goodbye to?

You mean grinning
like the way you said it?

Sure. A guy's soul, his dame,
Powell Street,

Reno, give them a smile.
Tip your hat to them.

Oh, I couldn't.
That's too final, Harry.

Snap out, pal. Nothing is ever
final as long as you're living.

No? Miss Emily was final.

Emily?
Yeah.

I saw her say goodbye.

Oh, she's always
saying goodbye to me.

She's crazy.
Did you see her throw her hat?

Indeed, I saw it.
You saw nothing.

You should've seen her throwing
rocks. Some screwball.

My Frisco screwball.

Screwball, eh? Ha!

She's gonna be waiting for you
when you get back?

It wouldn't surprise me
if she met the ship swimming.

No, no, Mr. Boatswain.

You never left her.
She left you, God bless her.

But you're never gonna
be rid of her.

Not Emily, with her laughter
and her sweet craziness.

She'll tear your heart out.

You stumbled onto a queen,

and queens get into men's blood.

And dirty tramps from the sea
can't take it!

Mudge, this is me
you're talking to. Harry.

Yeah, I know it's you, Harry.

Yeah?

I guess it was something
I was saving up.

Now, it's said.
Don't wanna take it back?

Not one word.

Take it back. You ain't talking
to your friend.

You're talking
to your boatswain.

Oh, my boatswain, is it?

Well, being a sailor,
and with respect to discipline

to Boatswain Patterson,
I take it back.

To my friend that was,

never will I.

It was my idea coming to Reno.

Emily was here on honeymoon,
I said the way to get cured

is take a hair of the dog
that bit you.

Attack from the heel
that kicked you.

My last one was just plain rat.
How about yours, Emily?

Mine was a sailor.

Oh. Annapolis man?

No.

What was his rank, darling?
He's a boatswain.

Greatest boatswain of them all.

And the biggest heel.

But what's a boatswain, Emily?

I think it's the next rank
above admiral of the fleet.

He was just a tough mug sailor.

Sounds romantic.

Don't believe I ever
knew a sailor.

Oh, you missed a lot.

She was a perfectly happy
librarian until he...

Oh, no, Helen. No.
I worked in a morgue.

You should've seen the dead rise
up when that sailor came in.

Even Gabriel's horn
couldn't pipe him down.

He treated you like a tomato
on a big shore leave.

What a shore leave.

And then he ran off to sea.

I would have had
an adorable husband.

Adorable.

For three days every six months.

Or one day every 10 years.

Mm-hmm.

Emily! Emily!

Hey, Joe!

She isn't used to drinking.
Better get a doctor, Helen.

Is she alright?
Was it just the brandy?

Oh, no, no, no, but nothing
to be alarmed about.

Quite a common ailment
among brides.

Huh?

Emily. Oh, you poor kid, Emily.

They say a woman
can't keep a secret.

You should have told me.
Oh, no, no.

Don't go through the divorce.
Certainly, I am.

Well, you'd better
write him and...

No, no, never.

I want you to promise
you won't write either.

Oh.

Having babies is no fun,
you know.

The least he could do is...
No, he couldn't. Not for me.

I'm not gonna ask.
Oh, Emily!

Hey, hey.
Don't let it get you down.

What are we gonna do?

Right now you're gonna
wash the tears off your face.

We're going to the dance
tonight.

* Once there was a waitress *

* In the Prince George Hotel *

* Her master was a fine one
And her mistress was a swell *

* Along came a sailor lad *

* Fresh from the sea *

* And that was the beginning
Of all... *

When did he speak
to you guys last?

Outside of giving orders,
not since we left Sydney.

More than a month.

I ain't had a look of him
since Frisco. Six months.

Six months and 11 days.

If you ask me,
it's all hooked up

with that goofy fight he and
Mudge had when we left Frisco.

Mudgin gives me the creeps too.

All over the ship
and in every blinking port

like a daft bird dog
after a grouse that flew away.

Yeah, still looking
for that cockeyed soul of his.

* Far as you can see *

* For I trusted one once *

* And he put out to sea * *

* And-- *
Stop that yowling!

Where's Mudgin?
He's up in the...

Oh.
Yeah, oh.

Hello, Boatswain Harry,
old pal, sir.

What are you doing off duty?

Miss Emily, Harry.

I saw her saw her.
Saw her from the lookout.

She was standing right here
by number one lifeboat.

She didn't look scared
or sorrowful or nothing.

Brave and beautiful, she was.

Gay-like, she smiled and threw
her shoes in the ocean.

You're drunk.

You're blind drunk.

No, no, Harry. Sober.
I saw her too.

The fifth night out of Frisco.
Yeah, that's right, Mudgin.

You're always seeing things.

If it ain't your soul popping
out and running, it's a tomato.

Yeah.

That's right,
Mr. Boatswain, sir.

I can see things.

I can hear things too, sir.

Here. Come on.
This way.

Yes, boatswain, old pal, sir.

Right back up there on watch.

Come on.

Get up there
and make it fast, pal.

Hold on now, Harry.
Start climbing.

Climbing it is. I'll scoot up
that witch broom handle.

It's been a screwy deal,
Harry, but you don't want this.

We've hoisted too many
together for this.

He's stiff, Harry.

I ain't hoisted one with you
for a long time.

Harry, that's the first time
you ever hit a man

with his hands down.

You've been hit harder
than even I thought.

You're massacred.

Stand by for that freight
spring line.

Let go your spring.

Come on, get that
gangplank up here.

Hiya, Chile!

Harry!

Oh, Harry, Harry.

I've been counting
the time too, pal.

Every second. Did you count
every second?

I might have missed a moment.
Don't tell me about them.

Still love me best-- I mean,
Minnie, the best and me second?

See them footprints of yours?
Say goodbye to them.

I'll be back in them
when you leave.

You're crazy with the heat.
I've quit the ship. I'm washed.

I'm quitting everything.
Right to left, left to--

I mean, right and left.
I'm spitting cotton. Hey, Nick!

Champagne!

I wanna get the bad taste
of this mudscow out of my mouth.

Blow your perfume at me, pal.

I'm sick of smelling sailors.

Champagne never
to say goodbye again.

Champagne to say hello
and hello.

Hello. Hello.

To Chile, my dear old homestead.

The dear old homestead
and dear me in it.

Mm-mm.

Okay.

Tell time it can stop.

Stop, time.

She stop.
All anchored, baby.

Now, now say you love me.
I love you.

Better.

Good.
No girl laughs at me?

No. All yours, baby.

Hey, let's go.
Where's Reno around here?

Reno? Who's she?

Reno's no girl, baby.
Oh, like Minnie, another ship.

A little city. The biggest
little city in the world.

Oh, Reno sounds sweet.
Let's go to Reno.

Okay, Emily.
Emily?

Oh.
Don't tell me Emily's a ship.

Don't tell me Emily's
a little city.

The good ship Emily.
No.

The good old town
of Emily, Nevada.

No!

Alright, Emily's a girl.

We got married and divorced.

Senor Patterson, is it not?

It is. I brought you
some of the kid's things.

Ah.
Yeah, the kid flunked

and us guys that didn't pray
was passed.

I had the same thought
when I was in sail long ago.

The best and the bravest,
they are taken.

That's right. A dirty gyp.
But he shoved off with a laugh.

Seems like he just up
and walks away on the sea.

Oh, sit down.
This is my Maria.

Senorita.
Hola, senor.

Long after your ship
had dropped from sight

she stood and waved
at the empty sea.

Attaboy. My statue.

A kindly act, senor.
I thank you.

To a sailor.

And his evening star.

Okay, Grandpa, what do you say?

Great-grandpa.

Well, okay, great-grandpa.

Let's all get stiff.
I'm sorry, I cannot join you.

I have an engagement for supper.
Uh-oh. Who is she, Gramp?

My grandchildren,
my great-grandchildren,

my children and my wife.

Holy mo--

All living in one house?
On my ranch in the hills.

But I see that you are
well fortified too, senor.

Do we drink again to a happy
future and a lot of children?

Nah, no. No children.
No gardens.

The only flower that grows
in a garden is familiarity,

and they say it breeds contempt.

Aye. Again, I had the same
thought when I was young.

Oh, you and I would have had
a high time once,

and finished as always
with a headache in the heart.

Harry was married, senor.

Oh?

Yeah, yeah,
I took a whack at it.

How long, Harry?

Three days.

Quite a whack.

Don't regret a minute of it.
One long laugh.

She'd throw a kiss with one hand
and a rock with the other.

Ha! That screwball.

"Oh," she says, "You cheated
that nice little man.

Goodbye." Mm.

Just scientific, darling.

"And I won't steal a chicken.
Goodbye."

I love you, darling.

"Oh, what are you doing
on my roof?

Stop painting my roof.
Goodbye."

Ha! She was always
saying goodbye to me

from the moment I met her.

Ha! That screwball.

A charming, violent lady.

Well, senor

No, no, don't go.

I have my engagement.
The madhouse in the hills?

Ah, it is mad, no doubt,
but peaceful.

And it should be a little
violent to be peaceful.

Yeah?

Oh, my wife and I live
familiarly as two old shoes.

Yet we live in conflict.

We make each other laugh,
the children are our audience.

And we are greater strangers
than the day we met.

And thus, my friend,
familiarity breeds beauty.

Adios, senor.
Senorita.

He's good.

The old boy's good.

Yes, Harry.
He's very good.

Yeah, you're a 193,
and you can pull that stuff.

When are you going back to her?

Ha! Where do we go
from here?

I left.
I got laughed out.

I wasn't laughing at you.
It wasn't you who was laughing.

It's she, laughing at me.

Adios, Harry.

Hey!

Maria! Hey!

Maria!

Hey!

You see what I mean?

They're always saying
goodbye to me.

Nick! Come on.
What'll you have, everybody?

It's like I say, Red,
a guy can forget anything.

Big strong guy like you?

Simple.

Time does it.
Time and distance.

Don't I know.

Ain't I told you, Harry?

Sure.

I'll bet you can't even
remember the guy's face

or nothing he ever said.
Right?

Right.

He was a soft-talking heel
from Alabama

with a dimple in his chin.

And I forgot him like that.

Just like that.
And you ain't a sailor.

A sailor's got plenty of ocean.

Ten thousand miles of the stuff.

And time.
That does it: time.

Good old time.

God bless time, I say.

It's better than booze or dope.

The docks ain't got nothing

compared to what
a few months'll do.

Or years.

Sometimes you need years.

Not me.

Depends on who
you're forgetting.

I don't wish to appear dogmatic,
my dear Harry,

but it does depend
on who you're forgetting.

There ain't a dame on earth
I can't forget in six months.

Okay, okay.

You fall in love with a dame

and she wants to plant
trees in your heart

to shade a potato patch that
she'll water with your blood.

Harry.

Harry, Mudgin's hurt.
He fell off the ship.

Okay.
Throw him back again.

He's laying with
his whole side caved in.

Tell the captain
I don't fall for that stuff.

Tell him Mudgin and I
parted company.

Harry, captain was sailing
without you.

But not Mudgin.
He jumped ship to find you.

I ain't seen Mudgin so crazy
since he lost his soul.

This better be on the level.

Here, pal.
Twenty bucks.

What for?
Good conversation.

Okay, boys. Take him aboard.

How is he, Doc?

Stop jarring him.

Oh, it's Ireland, is it?

And me wash spittoons
for Shawnigan.

The sea.

Ships.

Goodbye, darling.

Look out!

Torpedo!

Torpe--!
Oh, okay, Mudge, okay.

Lay still and rest.

Oh, it's you, Harry.

Yeah. Here, want some water?

Where's the sky
and the wind blowing?

We're on the ship, Mudge.
Bound for Frisco.

Frisco?

Well, I'll go on deck now.
Oh, no, no. Take it easy.

But a man mustn't die
in this rat hole.

You ain't gonna die.

Indeed now.

Let's take him on deck, Harry.
Couldn't make him no worse.

Yeah, if we done it careful.

Okay, okay.

The sky.

And the wind blowing.

Mudge, we're out
of the rat hole.

I know it.
Well, take a look.

I'm scared to and--
And ashamed.

Well, nothing to feel
that way about.

The fog.

The fog's closing in.

And I ain't got my soul.

My weeping immortal soul.

You never lost it, Mudge.
Yes, I did. On Powell Street.

A tiny light.
A little star.

I'm in the dark now
all by myself.

Not even a match
to strike on my britches.

Disgracing Ireland.

Harry.

Did you feel it, Harry?

Did it touch you?

Sure, Mudge. Sure.

Tell Miss Emily.

My soul, he give it back to me.

That's right, Mudge.

Near enough.

Ain't you got up there yet?

Oh, you still loose?

Nothing ever changes.

I guess I'll take a chance.
Brother, you're due.

I'll hang around in case
you come out on your ear.

Okay.

Hi, Helen.

Emily?

Hiya, pal.

Em? Em!

Where is she?
She don't live here anymore.

Where does she live?
Why?

Hey, what's eating you?
What kind of greeting is this?

Greet you?
I greet you?

I could cut your throat,
you rat and cut mine too.

That morning from Reno in there,
that day of the big celebration

and all that stuff
I pulled about--

About being so happy because
you made her feel so happy.

Oh, boy, how those words
came back and bit me!

What's the matter? Emily and I
parted the best pals going.

She don't know you're alive!
She's divorced and rid of you.

She's alright,
and you leave her alone.

You leave her alone!

There's my cab.

Where are you going?

Where are you going?

Golden Gate Bridge.

Where are you going?

Hey. Hey, I thought
that other dame--

Hurry, driver.

You tell me where Emily is,
and I'm not kidding.

I'll tell you.
She's having a baby!

How do you like that?

A baby?
Yeah, a baby.

Ever heard of them?

Well, this is it.

What's the idea of her having
a baby and me not knowing it?

If I'm a father I'm a father.

Where is she?
We're going there.

The farm.
Well you wait till I get there.

Come on. Step on it!
Get going!

Yes, father.

That's on account. Stick around.

He won't be long. Least you
could do is leave her alone.

Yeah?

Doctor says she's in no
condition to be upset.

I'm handling this.

Hello, Miss Melohn.
How is she?

She seems fine.

No, no, I'm sorry.
No visitors.

I ain't no visitor, toots.
Chief surgeon, merchant marines.

He is?
No. It's him, the big boatswain.

Oh.

Don't see it.
Where do you keep it?

Said there's a tree in here.

Oh, is that it out there?

It's a big tree. One night
I met a girl underneath it.

Shh! Shh!

Shh! Shh!

We're in the library, at that.
I was just whistling for drinks.

Hiya, pal.

Remember me?

I wouldn't know you.
You've changed so.

How do you do,
Mr. Patterson?

How do you do?

You don't look
no different, baby.

Hey, I, uh, got the news
from dear old Helen.

Congratulations, pal.

Oh. Alright, are you?

Uh-huh. I'm fine.
I'm fine.

And you shouldn't
be reading in this light.

You want to ruin your eyes?

Hm.

No air.

Hey, when's this supposed
to happen, pal?

It could've happened yesterday.
Well, what's the idea?

Why ain't you in a hospital
where you belong?

This ain't no setup:
a farm, a hick doctor.

You know who'll take the rap
if anything goes wrong: me.

Such concern, Harry.
I'm overcome.

But I was born in this bed,
and Dr. Ashlon was my doctor.

I see. Dr. Ashlon was your
doctor, and now he's my doctor.

An old man,
tripping on his beard.

Not a chance.

Are you having a good time?

Hm?

Just as fresh as ever.

But I'm a little sore at you.

A dame's gonna have a baby,
she usually writes a guy.

Well, sometimes a girl
gets writer's cramp, Harry.

Yeah?

Well, wasn't thoughtful of you.

I've been wondering

what it would be like
to see you again.

How is it?

Oh, it's just gay.

What's that mean?

It doesn't hurt.

And not to be hurt hurts more.

I guess I don't get you.

That big tree.
You met a girl under it, Harry.

That first night,
that first kiss.

The moon turned over and
the flood splashed in her face.

Where is that girl?

I don't see myself
in your eyes, Harry.

Harry?
Yeah?

Will you marry me, Harry?

Sure thing. Anytime.

Right to left.
Left to right.

You wouldn't marry me
if I asked you to.

Oh, probably would.

I was alone for a long while
before you came along.

And I've been alone for a longer
while since you left.

I know there'll never be another
man under a tree for me.

Funny, all that talk of trees
in the library,

there should be a real tree
for a minute.

Well, pal, I'll hand you one:

I'll never kiss another girl
under a tree, either.

We just missed, didn't we?

How long are you staying
this time, Harry?

Oh, I got a couple of weeks
with luck.

Good. How are the boys?

Oh, and Harry, how's my Mudgin?

He's okay.

He, uh, found his soul.

Oh?

Yeah, it had wings on it.
It flew away with him.

You must miss him terribly.

Ah, he's just a pal of mine.

He's a pal of mine too.

Called me Queen Deirdre,

the poor lost poet

without the strength
of a boatswain.

He was strong enough.

What's the matter?

Oh, friend of ours
wants to see us.

Oh.

Nurse! Nurse!

Pain?
Yeah!

Where are you?
Get in there, will you?

That hit her just like a knife.
That's what we've been waiting.

Well, that's great.
You've been waiting for it.

Harry!

She alright?
Yes, she's alright.

You've got a little boy, Harry.

But if you wanna see him,
you'd better hurry.

Cyanosis, Doctor.

Normal pregnancy, normal birth,

but he doesn't breathe.

Why? You're just out
of Johns Hopkins, ain't you?

You know everything.
Tell me why?

Get out of here.
I'm his father.

Father? You are?

Oxygen.

Oxygen's got a pa and ma too.

Any chance, Doc?

I don't know.

Johns Hopkins doesn't know.

Adrenaline.

Maybe some more doctors--
Don't talk like a fool.

Fifty seconds between life and
death and he wants more doctors.

Huh! Our baby.

Yeah, we did it.

Don't even give God credit
for a little help.

I'm praying.

Well, I don't know why
he should hear you.

Moochers, all of us.

Take his loan of life and never
work it out, never pay him back,

squandered his sunshine
on miserable two-legged beasts,

lend his world
to biological misfits.

Deaf, dumb, blind.

Make him breathe, Doc.
Come on.

Grab it, sonny.

Work your lungs.

Cyanosis, Doctor. More oxygen.

Yeah. That'll do it.

A burp of gas.
That ought to do it. Yes.

Yeah.

Pin clouds of glory on him
with a hypo needle.

Syringe music in his ears.

Drop stars in their eyes and...

And I guess he couldn't
do it for us.

His little immortal soul
is not--

Breathe.

Breathe for us, pal.

Come on, boy.

I wanna give you to your mother.

Come on with it!

You gotta do it for me!

Breathe.

For your mother.

Attaboy.

Attaboy!

Harry. Harry!

Do you hear him?
He's here.

He's here to stay.

I heard you, Harry.

I heard you.

Listen to him.

Yes.

Young Harry Patterson.

Young Mudgin Patterson.

Oh, yes.

Yes.

Young William Mudgin Patterson.

Young Mudgin.

Big Harry.

Emily and a tree.