[Deemer]
(Treplev and Trigorin enter the area of the boat house.)
TRIGORIN: Is it necessary to take a boat out? Or can you fish from the shore?
TREPLEV: Have you ever fished before?
TRIGORIN: Not much. Please don't tell anyone. I already have the reputation of a great fisherman!
TREPLEV: Your secret's safe with me.
TRIGORIN: Thank you. So . . . where do we begin?
TREPLEV: We'll see if they are biting near the shore.
TRIGORIN: Excellent.
TREPLEV: The rods are in the boat house.
(Treplev fetches two fishing rods and quickly returns.)
TREPLEV: Have you cast a line before?
TRIGORIN: Oh yes! But, in truth, not very well. Once I caught the hook in another fisherman. It was very embarrassing.
TREPLEV: Let me show you how.
(Treplev makes an excellent cast from the shore.)
TREPLEV: Now you try it.
TRIGORIN: Oh my . . . don't you think you'd better move away some?
TREPLEV: Perhaps you're right.
(Treplev takes some distance.)
TREPLEV: Okay, any time . . . over your shoulder, pointing with the end of your rod.
(Trigorin makes a cast - not too bad.)
TREPLEV: That wasn't bad at all! Reel in the line and try again.
(Trigorin reels in the line. As he is reeling, he gets a bite.)
TRIGORIN: I have a bite! What do I do? Oh my God, it feels like a whale!
(Treplev runs up to instruct him.)
TREPLEV: That's okay, he's just taking some line. Now stop him, don't let him take too much . . .
TRIGORIN: Maybe you'd better take it!
TREPLEV: Boris, this is your fish, you have to reel him in.
TRIGORIN: I'm too nervous!
TREPLEV: You're doing fine. Now give him a little line, then reel in a bit more . . .
give a little, take in a little more . . .
(Trigorin is doing his best.)
TRIGORIN: I don't feel like I'm making any progress.
TREPLEV: You're doing fine.
TRIGORIN: He's a mean son of a gun, isn't he?
TREPLEV: You'll have yourself a fine dinner tonight.
TRIGORIN: How long will this take?
TREPLEV: Not too long. You're doing fine.
(Irina arrives in a huff.)