Anna Christie Page #3

Gee, I needed that bad, all right, all right.

Oh, sure. You look all in.|Have you been on a bat?

No. Traveling.

Day and a half on a train.

Had to sit up all night|in a dirty coach too.

I thought I'd never get here.

- Where'd you come from?|- St. Paul, out in Minnesota.

Minnesota?

Then you're the...?

All the way from Minnesota, sure.

Say, what are you laughing at? Me?

Oh, no. Sure, kid. No, l...|I was thinking of something else.

Well, I wouldn't blame you, at that.

I guess I do look rotten.

I'm just out of the hospital two weeks.

I'm gonna have another drink.

What do you say?|Will you have something on me?

Sure thing. Thanks. Larry?

Larry!

Little service here, please.

- Same for me.|- Oh, same here.

Sit over here. Let's be friends, yeah?

I'm a dead stranger|in this burg, you know.

- Skoal. Here's how, huh?|- Here's luck.

Let you smoke in here, won't they?

Sure, but throw it away|if you hear someone coming.

Well, ain't they fussy in this dump.

Is there anything wrong with me?

You're sure looking hard enough.

I ain't gotta look very hard.|I got your number...

...the minute you come in the room.

Is that so?

Well, I got yours too, without no trouble.

You're me, 40 years from now.|That's you.

Is that so? Well, I wanna|tell you straight, kiddo...

...that Marthy Owens never...

Oh, let's cut out the scrapping.

I don't want no hard feelings|with no one.

- Come on, let's shake and be friends.|- Sure.

I ain't looking for trouble either.

Let's have another, huh?

Say, don't you think you'd better|go kind of easy on that stuff?

Well, I guess you're right.

I gotta meet someone too. My old man.

I ain't seen him since I was a kid.|Don't even know what he looks like.

I just got a letter now and then.

This was always the only address|he gave me to write him back.

He used to be a sailor. He's a janitor|of some building here.

- A janitor?|- Sure.

And I was thinking, seeing he ain't|done a thing for me in my life...

...he might be willing to stake me with|a room and eats until I could rest up.

But I ain't expecting much from him.

Give you a kick when you're down,|that's what all men do.

And I don't suppose he'll turn out|no better than the rest.

Do you hang around this dump much?

Oh, off and on.

Why, maybe you know him, my old man.

Well, it... It isn't old Chris, is it?

- Who, old Chris?|- Yeah, Chris Christopherson.

- That's his full name.|- That's him.

Anna Christopherson is my real name...

...only out there, I call myself|Anna Christie.

- So you know him, huh?|- Oh, I've seen him around here for years.

What kind is he?

Well, he's as fine an old guy|as ever walked on two feet...

...and that goes.

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