Anna Christie Page #4

Well, I'm glad to hear that.

Why, you think he'll stake me|to the rest cure I'm after, then?

Surest thing you know. Where'd you|get the idea that he was a janitor?

Well, he wrote me he was himself.

He's lying.

He's a captain on a barge.

A barge? What kind of a barge?

Well, coal, mostly.

A coal barge?

Well, well. If that ain't a swell job...

...to find your long-lost old man|working at.

Oh, gee.

Well, that puts the kibosh|on his giving me a rest.

Why? Couldn't you live on it too?

Who, me? On a dirty coal barge?

Well, what do you think I am?

Well, what do you know about a barge?

Bet you ain't never seen a barge.

That's what comes of him bringing|you up inland where you'd be safe.

Say, his bringing me up,|is that what he tells people?

Well, I sure like his nerve.

Why, he let them cousins keep me on the|farm and work me to death like a dog.

Well, you didn't fall|for that farm life, did you?

I should say not.|I had to slave for all of them.

Was all right till my mother died...

...but I was only a poor relation,|you know...

...and they treated me worse|than they dared treat a hired girl.

Oh, what a life on that farm|out in Minnesota.

With them Swedes, woman-hungry.

One night I was alone in the house|and one of the sons came back.

After that, I hated them,|so I'd kill them all if I stayed...

...so I ran away. St. Paul.

Yeah, I overheard Chris saying as how|you was in St. Paul.

- Working, he said.|- Oh, that's no lie.

I went there to work, but I was still a kid.

It's all men's fault,|giving you the wrong start.

I'm just out of the hospital two weeks.

The judge gave all of us girls 30 days.

Well, the others didn't seem to mind|being in the cooler much.

But I couldn't stand it. I went nuts.

I never could stand|being caged up nowhere.

I got good and sick, and they had|to send me to the hospital.

And it was nice there.

I was sorry to leave it, honest.

If my old man doesn't help me...

...it's men again.

Men all the time.

Oh, how I hate them,|every mother's son of them. Don't you?

Well, there's good ones|and there's bad ones, you know.

Now, your old man, old Chris.

Oh, he's a good one, honest.

Well, he'll have to show me.

Wait till he finds out.

Well, you know,|he's kind of simple.

He's got nutty notions.|You know, he thinks that...

He thinks you're working|as a nurse girl in St. Paul.

You know, he thinks that... He means all|right, honest. He thinks the world of you.

Honest, he does.

Quit your kidding.

Well, as soon as I get rested up...

...l'll clear out and get back|to the old job in St. Paul.

Come board the ship

Long time I wait for you

- What's up?|- That's him.

- Who?|- Your old man.

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