Clash by Night Page #3

I fixed it up a little.

So you're a skipper.

- You own your own boat?

- She's a pretty good boat.

Do you like being a fisherman?

Like it? I don't know. It's what I do.

What Papa did,

even in the old country.

- Sicily?

- He's from around Augusta. It's on the sea.

Papa's family,

they all went out in boats.

Fishing up here used to be a lot easier

in the old days, Papa says.

Seas was full of fish, you could go out

of the harbor two, three miles...

...make a set, haul in

150, 200 ton of sardines.

I guess everything was a lot easier

in the old days, huh, Mae?

- Well, we like to think so.

- Gee, Mae, you look swell.

Well, I'm not sure what

looking swell means.

Well, you know, Mae.

You look kind of beautiful.

- Thanks. I wish I felt kind of beautiful.

- Well, why shouldn't you?

Oh, moods. They come and go.

Ignore them.

Earl's like that too.

Earl's like what too?

That way. The blues all of a sudden.

Aren't you ever blue?

I get mad.

No, that's not the same thing.

Maybe it's because you're so big.

I knew another big man once.

He didn't suffer from moods either.

I'm glad you asked me

to go to the movies.

- Really, Mae?

- Really.

I got cold feet. Joe had to ask for me.

Well, the next time,

you get warm feet and ask me yourself.

Earl will be glad to meet you, I bet.

We'll go up and see him after the show.

Earl. Who is this magical gent

you keep talking about?

Earl? He's one of

the smartest men I know.

- He's in the movie business.

- An actor?

No, but I bet Earl could be

if he wanted to.

He works at the Bijou Theater,

in the projection booth.

That's your idea of being in

the movie business?

Oh, running movies?

What other business would you call it?

This is where we came in.

- You can't smoke here.

- We're looking for Earl Pfeiffer.

He's in the booth. I'll take it, lady.

Thank you.

Wait a minute.

Oh, hi, Earl. Okay to come in?

Sure, Jerry, sure.

It's all right, Mae. Come on in.

Mae, this is Earl Pfeiffer,

and this is Mae Doyle.

- My pleasure, Miss Doyle.

- Jerry's talked of you.

He didn't find anything

good to say about me, did he?

You never can tell.

Sit down, relax.

I'll be out of this submarine

in two shakes.

Like the show?

She's beautiful.

Who, that celluloid angel you just saw?

Gotta cut her up a little bit.

She'd look more interesting.

Cut her up?

Didn't you ever wanna

cut up a beautiful dame?

No.

Jeremiah, you're a simple man.

Don't mind me, Miss Doyle.

I'm a chatterbug.

Earl knows some of

the movie stars in person.

Handle them all day.

- Art.

- Yeah.

- It's your night to wrap up.

- Yeah, I know.

Let's get out of this sweatbox.

I need a drink.

What do you need, Miss Doyle?

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