Anna Christie
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What sets the scene on the New York waterfront and introduces the characters?
This is Drama of the Week.
Anna Christie by Eugene O'Neill Adapted by Lucy Catherine Part 1
Hey, boss.
Hey, Larry. You seeing the time?
Mine sure starts at four.
It's five after.
Your watch must be running fast. Besides, the joint ain't exactly jumping.
Do something useful, huh? Get me a drink. What you having? Give me a shock. Number two. Anything in the paper? Bad news. What else? This should help with the pain. Here's to you.
Say, what's this?
A letter. What's it look like?
And you gonna open it?
It ain't addressed to me. It's got your name on it. It don't say to Johnny the priest. It says care of. Who's it for then? Damned if I know. The postman brought it in earlier. I said I'd keep it safe here in case a guy happened to show up. I can't say I ever heard of him. Take a look if you want.
It's addressed to Christopher Christopherson. Kind of a squarehead name. That's old Chris. Old Chris. Swedish guy, sailor. He's had his mail sent here before. Oh, sure. I was forgetting about Chris. Works the coal barge, don't he? A captain, I think.
I was forgetting he carried a hell of a name like that. He's had his mail sent before now and then. Long time since that happened. Long time. You got good eyes. Where's it from?
Postmark says St. Paul. That being Minnesota, I'm thinking. Looks like a woman's writing, too, the old devil.
They got a port there? Maybe on the river. Well, I ain't seen old Chris in a dog's age. Let's hope whoever sent this ain't expecting a reply anytime soon. What should I do with it? Put it somewhere safe. Where? Put it in the register. You all set for this evening? Yes, sir, I am. You? I will be once I've had one more shot to straighten me out. Same again. You know me better than I know myself.
Hell of a night, boss. Hell of a night, Larry. You want me to check out back? Make sure we got nobody malingering?
In a while. Take a moment. Just listen to that. I don't hear nothing. You ain't listening. What do you hear?
The waterfront. Sounds kind of peaceful. We don't seem to reconsider some of the knuckleheads we have to deal with tonight.
Hello, Johnny. Chris. Hello, Larry. Hey, Chris.
Good to see you, boys. Ain't we closing, boss?
Oh, you gotta be open. You gotta be open for an old friend.
You know, we was just talking about you earlier today.
Come, have a drink with me. I got money. Plenty money. You already had a snoot full, I reckon. You hear? Half a snoot full, maybe. Where are you, Beth? Another fella on the barge. He got a bottle of whiskey and we drank it. Just us two. That whiskey got kick. My Josefina, come board the ship. Long time I wait for you. The moon shall shine. She look just like you.
Same old Josie, eh, Chris?
Italian fella on other bar, she loaned me that. Beautiful song. Hey, give us a drink. Johnny, I can pay. Ain't he closed, boss? Oh, hey, come on now, fellas. I just come, sure. I, I, a little drunk. Not much.
Just feeling good. Have a drink, Chrisney. It is kind of late, Chris. You turned down good money? Look right there on the bar. Been a long night.
Why does a mysterious letter addressed to Christopher Christopherson spark curiosity among the bargemen?
Whiskey, number two. Come on, Yanni.
One round. There you go. I know to depend on you. Some things are the same. What you having, Chris? Number two for me, too. Have one yourself, Larry. Plenty money there, eh?
I could take a cigar on you.
Skol. Drink hearty. Another one, Johnny.
This will have to be the last.
You get that cigar, Larry.
Don't mind if I do. Get us all one. Sure thing. So, you just landed, huh?
Just this evening. Here you go, gentlemen.
Where are you in from this time?
Norfolk, Virginia. We make slow voyage. Dirty weather, just fog, fog, fog. All the bloody time. Who in hell is that? Back door? This time of night? Oh, don't worry. I will open.
It ain't your prerogative, Chris.
That's my back door. I left Marty outside. She come with me. Relax. Enjoy your cigars. I let her in.
The old fool still got the same cow living with him. He sure is a sportist, Chris.
What do you think you were doing, Dutchie? Were you going to keep me standing out there all night?
Sorry, Marty. We got catching up to do. Hey, Marty.
Johnny. Larry.
Hi, Marty.
Well, how do you like that, huh? A guy thinks he's come to a bar alone for getting your body's misses.
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Chapters
4 chapters
1
What sets the scene on the New York waterfront and introduces the characters?
0:00–4:53
2
Why does a mysterious letter addressed to Christopher Christopherson spark curiosity among the bargemen?
4:53–18:14
3
How does Chris react when told his daughter Anna is coming from St. Paul, Minnesota?
18:14–46:01
4
What is Anna's backstory and why did she leave the farm to come to New York?
46:01–57:05