[B-II-1]

[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.)

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