The Golden Arrow Page #3

Oh.

I'm from the Florida Star.

Oh you aren't!

I'm sorry.

You'd better get your clothes on.

I never talk to reporters.

I don't blame you, Miss Appleby.

I think they're detestable.

Sneaking in on people and lying to them.

Well, I didn't know that ..

Whatever made you thing

I'd talk to a reporter?

I was surprised.

You had better get off the boat before

you're found out and thrown off.

I don't think there are

any towels in there.

Thanks.

Johnny .. I mean "Jones".

What?

How much would you take

not to write about me?

Nothing.

Oh you won't, eh?

And I'm not going to write about you.

Not a word?

I wouldn't even mention

you in the death notices.

Not even if you're fired?

I can take it.

Go and ask the maid for my book,

will you. Yes, ma'am.

As far as I'm concerned,

this interview never happened.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

I'm sorry, but my boat is loose.

Did you tie her that way on purpose?

I said I was sorry.

Oh well, alright.

Here, hold this.

No, no. Hands up .. there.

I'll have a sailor get your old boat.

Oh thank you.

Mr Cliff Horton-Jones' boat is loose.

Yes, ma'am.

Come on.

You might as well be

useful while you wait.

I suppose so.

Are you a good reporter?

Hardly.

I'm trying to support myself

while I write a book.

Oh, so you're writing a book?

What's it about?

I don't think you'd be very interested

in knowing what its about.

Would you like a drink?

Sure.

Scotch or Rye? Long or short?

Rye .. short.

Water chaser?

No thanks.

Well.

It's certainly good to see somebody

who drinks like an American again.

Here.

Now tell me your story.

Well.

It's laid on the coast of Maine.

So you see, it's just a simple story of

a couple of tough New England kids.

But I think it's honest.

I love it.

Oh, I'm happy.

No. I really do.

What part did you like best?

Oh, I ..

I think I liked the place where they

go to the movies together and ..

Afterwards they sit in the

hot-dog stand and talk.

They are so perfectly contented.

I wish I could spend a Saturday night

with you like that with you sometime.

Well .. tonight is my night off.

Unfortunately it isn't mine.

Oh, I know.

It's Parade Night at The Casino.

Every night is a parade night.

And you should see the gang

I have to goose-step with.

Look at them.

Will you step in there, please.

Pommesby has asked them all for lunch.

Not an American in the boatload and

they all want to marry my money.

I know.

I've seen them work on

the Queen's in The Casino.

They tend to like it.

Well .. I go to go.

I suppose so.

It's been nice.

Bye.

I hope I see you again sometime.

And I hope I see you.

Goodbye.

Are there any other big diners, Marcel?

Nothing like yours, Mademoiselle.

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