Manhattan Melodrama Page #3

Do I gotta take what she calls me?

Things like that?

Fight your own battles.

I guess this must be her.

Come on, let's have a look at her.

Not a bad-looking layout.

Pretty nice.

They must be expecting us.

Coates said he would phone.

Hey, are we being hijacked?

- Mr. Gallagher?

- Yeah.

- I'm Captain Swenson.

- Captain Swenson. How do you do?

- Miss Packer, Captain Swenson.

- How do you do, Captain?

Mr. Coates phoned me,

said you were the new owner.

Shall I turn the ship over to you,

or will you want me to stay on?

We'll fix that up later on.

We're just looking around now.

- Where's the anchor?

- The what?

The anchor, the anchor.

I guess you think we're a bunch

of land lovers? Where's the anchor?

- Why, it's up forward.

- That's what you say. Show me.

That a boy, Spud. You check the ship up

and see that it's got a bottom in it.

Eleanor and me'll just have to look around.

Blackie, now that you've got this boat,

let's go away, far away.

Let's go to the South Seas or the Orient or

the Mediterranean, anywhere you want to.

We'll have quiet, peaceful days,

nights like this.

Yeah, that'll be just dandy.

We'll work out a lot of crossword puzzles

and play Double Canfield.

Blackie, why don't you take this chance

to get away from those hoodlums

that hang around you like a bunch of flies,

and from gambling houses

and rackets and graft,

and all the rotten,

vicious things about you?

Hey, now wait a minute.

That's my business. That's me.

- That's who you fell in love with.

- You're wrong.

I fell in love with a very little boy

who was playing

with a great big box of matches,

and I don't want that little boy

to get burned.

Yeah, don't worry about your little boy.

Blackie.

Don't, darling.

- What's got into you tonight?

- It isn't tonight, it's every night.

Worrying about you, wondering about you,

hating everything you do,

hating everybody you meet.

Hey, you sure this anchor

belongs up here?

Certainly.

You're enough of a sailor to know that.

Okay, but it sounds kind of goofy to me.

Programs!

Get your programs! Programs!

Programs! Get your programs!

Programs! Get your programs!

Hello, Mabel, how are you?

- Spuddie, look what I found.

- Give me that! Let go of it! Let go of it!

Work, work, work.

That's all you ever think of.

- Come on, midget.

- Spuddie, can I have a hotdog?

Get your programs!

Programs! Get your programs!

Main event on yet?

Yes, Mr. Gallagher, in a couple of minutes.

- Hey! Blackie!

- Jim!

- Well, you old son of a gun!

- Say, you're looking swell!

Gee, I'm glad to see you!

- Say, let's get away from this jam.

- Yeah.

What are you doing up here

with all these common people?

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