Far From Heaven Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Far From Heaven Script


   

                   

Mother! Mother,

can I sleep over at Hutch's tonight?



 

                   

Mrs. Hutchinson

gave permission.



 

                   

Not tonight, David.

Your father and I are going out,



 

                   

and I need you

to look after your sister.



 

                   

Aw, shucks. Now move out of

the way so Mother can park.



 

                   

Sherry Seeger says they only

cost five or six dollars.



 

                   

Please, Mother.

Please, can I?



 

                   

Oh, Sybil, thank heavens. Well, I

knew you were going to the grocery.



 

                   

David, please help Sybil

unload the car.



  

                   

How come Janice doesn't

got to? Doesn't have to.



  

                   

Because Janice is carrying

in all her belongings



  

                   

and marching straight

upstairs into a bath.



  

                   

Your father and I have an engagement tonight,

so I want you to have a nice early dinner.



  

                   

And help Sybil.

Yes, ma'am.



  

                   

Sybil, did Mr. Whitaker call while I

was out? Not since you’ve been gone.



  

                   

How do you like that guy?

Mother, can I please get them?



  

                   

Janice, I said we'd discuss it with

your father. Now hurry on inside.



  

                   

David, put your bike away

and help with the groceries.



  

                   

Where's your jacket?

It's inside.



  

                   

Well, hello, stranger.



  

                   

Aren't I seeing you in about

three hours' time? You are.



  

                   

But I just left the caterers

and I had to dash over.



  

                   

Oh, you have the samples? You bet.



  

                   

Oh, come inside.

You just caught me actually.



  

                   

I could only stay a second.

I still have loads to do.



  

                   

David, what did I tell you?

I'm getting the last bag.



  

                   

And imagine with the

table setting I showed you.



  

                   

The aqua trim. Is that smart? Oh, yes.



  

                   

You like?

Mm-hmm.



  

                   

Well, I'll call the caterer in the morning,

you confirm with Dorothy on the deposit



  

                   

and, honey,

we're in business.



  

                   

Magnatech '   here we come. You betcha.



  

                   

Thanks for stopping by, El.

I'll see you at  :  .



  

                   

You know Frank-

on the dot.



  

                   

Mother?

Mm-hmm.



  

                   

When you were a little girl,

you looked just like me, right?



  

                   

Mm-hmm.



  

                   

So, when I grow up,

does that mean I'll look like you?



  

                   

I s that what you want,

darling, to look like me?



  

                   

Yes, I hope I look

exactly as pretty as you.



  

                   

What a lovely compliment coming

from my perfectly lovely daughter.



  

                   

 :  .



  

                   

Where on Earth

is your father?



  

                   

Sybil, did I leave

my gloves on the hall table?



  

                   

Yes, I see them.



  

                   

It's nearly    after and Mr.

Whitaker still hasn't phoned?



  

                   

I'm at my wits' end.

Oh, thank you, Sybil.



  

                   

I tried phoning the office even

though I knew no one would be there.



  

                   

I certainly hope that's him,

because if it isn't



  

                   

Whitaker residence. This is the

Hartford Police Department



  

                   

calling for a Mrs. Frank Whitaker.



  

                   

Who is it?

The police department.



  

                   

Hello?



  

                   

Yes, am I speaking with a

Mrs. Frank Whitaker? Yes.



  

                   

One moment, please.



  

                   

Cathy?

Oh, Frank.



  

                   

Are you all right? What

happened? Everything's fine.



  

                   

It was all

just a big mix up



  

                   

the whole thing.



  

                   

But you have to come get me.

They won’t let me leave on my own.



  

                   

Oh, Frank, don't worry, darling.

I'll be there as soon as I can.



  

                   

Is there anything

I can do, Mrs. Whitaker?



  

                   

Just keep an eye on the children,

please. I don't think I'll be very long.



  

                   

Big time faggot. Family

man. Never can tell.



  

                   

Say, get a load of this one. You

don't see that every day of the week.



  

                   

This is your copy, ma'am,

and your receipt.



  

                   

Thank you.



  

                   

Oh, Frank.



  

                   

I tell you one thing



  

                   

if it hadn't been for that

snivelling junior cop,



  

                   

they would have never gone through

this whole charade in the first place.



  

                   

Instead of trying to save face

I saw that guy that they were after, that loiterer.



  

                   

But they wouldn’t

listen to me.



  

                   

So, there were

drinks after work?



  

                   

What do you mean? They said something,

intoxication level, something



  

                   

Christ, I had one lousy cocktail with

Bill after work going over the portfolio.



  

                   

Should I be arrested for that

too? No, of course not, darling.



  

                   

The whole thing has

just put me in a foul state.



  

                   

He's fine.

Oh, the car's fine.



  

                   

Frank says it was

the bumper that got hit.



  

                   

But you know me,

I can't tell the difference.



  

                   

Oh, I'm just sorry

we had to miss it.



  

                   

She was fine.



  

                   

Said it was all a dreadful bore,

what with Mona Lauder



  

                   

and her gossip.

Cathy,



  

                   

I'm sorry.



  

                   

Darling, you've nothing

to be sorry for.



  

                   

It was all just

a silly, wretched mistake.



  

                   

Ohh.



  

                   

I'm so tired.



  

                   

Of course you are.



  

                   

You sleep now.



  

                   

The bus is here.

Have a good day at school.



  

                   

Bye.



  

                   

I thought you were going to

have another piece of toast.



  

                   

It's late. I should

be getting down there.



  

                   

Can I at least fix you lunch? No, thank

you, dear. I've got lunch meetings all week.



  

                   

It's portfolio season.



  

                   

Sybil, if that’s the milkman,

his check is in the drawer.



   

                   

I'm just glad you're

feeling better, dear.



   

                   

Thank you, darling.



   

                   

Pardon me, ma'am, sir.



   

                   

Mrs. Whitaker, this is Mrs. Leacock.



   

                   

She said she had an appointment

with you this morning.



   

                   

Oh, jiminy, I completely forgot

the time. Please forgive me.



   

                   

I do apologize,

Mrs. Whitaker,



   

                   

but candid views are

always the best.



   

                   

Good-bye, darling.

Good-bye, dear.



   

                   

Mrs. Leacock.

Pleasure, Mr. Whitaker.



   

                   

Your husband's a very

charming man, Mrs. Whitaker.



   

                   

Thank you. We're rather

fond of him ourselves.



   

                   

Now, please, won’t you come in?

Make yourselves at home.



   

                   

I suppose

I still can't imagine



   

                   

why you would want an interview with

someone like me in the first place.



   

                   

Readers of the Weekly Gazette,

Mrs. Whitaker



   

                   

women just like yourself



   

                   

with families

and homes to keep up.



   

                   

A good society paper



   

                   

need not be a gossip rag.



   

                   

You are the proud wife



   

                   

of a successful sales executive-

planning the parties,



   

                   

and posing at her husband’s

side on the advertisements.



   

                   

To everyone here in Connecticut,



   

                   

you are Mr. and Mrs. Magnatech.



   

                   

Thank you.

I'm very flattered.



   

                   

But, really, my life is like

any other wife or mother's.



   

                   

In fact, I don't think I've,

I've ever wanted anything



   

                   

What is it, dear?



   

                   

I think I just saw someone

walking through our yard.



   

                   

What on Earth



   

                   

Oh, my

Mrs. Whitaker, perhaps you should call the police.



   

                   

Excuse me.



   

                   

May I help you?



   

                   

Who are you?



   

                   

I'm sorry, ma'am. My name is Raymond Deagan

Otis Deagan's son.



   

                   

I was just taking over

some of his



   

                   

Oh, you're Otis's son.



   

                   

Yes.



   

                   

I'm terribly sorry for speaking

to you in that manner.



   

                   

II didn't know

who was in my yard.



   

                   

Oh, no need. How is your father?

I know he was in the hospital.



   

                   

Yes, well,



   

                   

my father's passed away,

I'm afraid.



   

                   

Oh



   

                   

Oh, I-I had no idea.

I'm, I'm so very sorry.



   

                   

Please, accept our

deepest condolences.



   

                   

Your father was

a wonderful, dedicated man.



   

                   

Thank you.

Mrs. Whitaker?



   

                   

The caterer's on the

line. Oh, thank you, Sybil.



   

                   

I beg your pardon. Would you excuse

me for just a moment? Of course.



   

                   

Mrs. Leacock,

I'm terribly sorry.



   

                   

I’ll just be one minute

more. That's fine, dear.



   

                   

Good morning, Magnatech International?

How may I direct your call?



   

                   

Good morning, Mr. Whitaker.

Good morning, Kitty.



   

                   

Lovely dress you're

wearing. Thank you, sir.



   

                   

Good morning,

Marlene, Stan.



   

                   

Good morning, Mr. Whitaker. How's the

second-best golfer in Hartford this morning?



   

                   

Somebody break

the books already?



   

                   

Don't tell me our wives'

party budgets finally came in.



   

                   

It's almost as fatal.

Millstein called.



   

                   

Looks like New York just shaved

a week off portfolio deadline.



   

                   

You've got to be kidding

me. I wish I were.



   

                   

What are they trying to do,

strangle us to death?



   

                   

Does Doug know? Yeah, I

called him first thing.



   

                   

All right.

Get Doug and the others.



   

                   

Call a portfolio meeting

for lunch today.



   

                   

Marlene, see if you can reschedule

the production review for dinner.



   

                   

And, uh, could you get my

wife on the phone, please?



   

                   

Thanks, Stan.



   

                   

Mrs. Whitaker is on line one.



   

                   

Oh, Frank. I'm sorry.



   

                   

No, no, I understand.



   

                   

I just wish you wouldn't

overwork yourself, especially after



   

                   

I know.



   

                   

I will.



   

                   

See you then.



   

                   

Good-bye, dear.



   

                   

I'm terribly sorry

about all the interruptions.



   

                   

Now, where was it

you wanted me?



   

                   

Just one more

at the fireplace.



   

                   

That's it.



   

                   

Now smile.

Isn't that darling?



   

                   

Hold it.



   

                   

Well, I guess that

about wraps it up.



   

                   

Bob, Rick.

Gentlemen.



   

                   

You're sure you’re all right

getting home, sir?



   

                   

Thank you, Davis. But as  nd in

command of the U.S.S. McMillan,



   

                   

I do feel equipped to locate

my own car without cover.



   

                   

Very good, sir.

Bright and early.



   

                   

Sir, can you spare

some change, please?



   

                   

Spare change?

Anything would help.



   

                   

Spare change?



   

                   

Where ya headed,

tiger?



   

                   

Look out, Jake!



   

                   

Oh, for heaven's sake.



   

                   

David, that is the third time I've told you

to turn off that infernal racket and go to bed.



   

                   

Can I please just this once?



   

                   

No, you certainly may not,

and that is final.



   

                   

Ah, geez. That is not the kind

of language we use in this house.



   

                   

Now march.



   

                   

And don't forget

to wash your teeth.



   

                   

Hi.



   

                   

Feeling better now?



   

                   

Mrs. White?



   

                   

The picture?

Yes.



   

                   

I thought you really enjoyed

the scene in the gentlemen's lounge.



   

                   

How about a drink?



   

                   

Sure.

I know just the spot.



   

                   

I'll bet you do.



   

                   

Identification, please.



   

                   

Huh? Identification

Driver's license.



   

                   

Thank you, sir.

Have a pleasant evening.



   

                   

Yes, sir. What can I

get you this evening?



   

                   

Uh, just a scotch-

neat, please.



   

                   

Yes, sir.



   

                   

There you are, sir.



   

                   

One more of the same.



   

                   

"So, does the fabled maxim hold that behind

every great man there resides a great lady?



   

                   

"In this case, wife, mother

and Mrs. Magnatech herself,



   

                   

"Cathleen Whitaker

proves that it does.



   

                   

"A woman as devoted

to her family



   

                   

as she is kind to Negroes."



   

                   

To Negroes? Let me see that. What

on Earth is that woman thinking?



   

                   

Cathy? Oh, she's been liberal ever since

she played summer stock at college



   

                   

with all those

steamy Jewish boys.



   

                   

Why do you think

they used to call her "Red"?



   

                   

Oh, for heaven sakes. Let's go inside

before Joe McCarthy comes driving by.



   

                   

Uh-oh.

Oh, I love that scarf..



   

                   

Oh, I'm sure it just

blew behind the house somewhere.



   

                   

For heaven sakes. This

really isn't your day, is it?



   

                   

No. Did they really call you "Red"?



   

                   

Oh, Nancy. Honestly!



   

                   

Would anyone like

another daiquiri?



   

                   

Better not.



   

                   

Oh, no,

one's my limit.



   

                   

El?

Mmm.



   

                   

All right, girls.

No more beating around the bush.



   

                   

Nancy.

Oh, II can't.



   

                   

Oh, come on.

It can't be that bad.



   

                   

Um, well, uh



   

                   

Mike insists on



   

                   

He insists

on once a week.



   

                   

Ah, you got off easy.

Once a week?



   

                   

Oh, you're lucky.

Ron's more like two or three.



   

                   

Three, really?

And how.



   

                   

That's nothing. Girlfriend of mine

Shirley Dawson.



   

                   

Her husband-

every night of the week.



   

                   

Plus, three more times

on the weekend.



   

                   

Can you imagine?



   

                   

It was lovely, Cathleen.

Thank you. Bye.



   

                   

Bye, girls.

The chicken was divine.



   

                   

Oh, thanks, El.

I'll call you tomorrow.



   

                   

All right. Bye-bye.



   

                   

Could this possibly



   

                   

Oh, I'm sorry.

No. You found it.



   

                   

Yeah, I found it hanging

off one of the birches out back.



   

                   

It was so windy.



   

                   

I was going back into the house

and it just sailed off my neck.



   

                   

I had a feeling

it might be yours.



   

                   

Who else could have been so

absentminded? No, no, it's the color.



   

                   

It just seemed right.



   

                   

Well, thank you, Mr. Deagan-

for finding it.



   

                   

Please, call me Raymond.

Thank you, Raymond.



   

                   

Everything looks

wonderful, by the way. Good.



   

                   

I think we got everything

pretty much under control.



   

                   

Well, it can't have been easy

taking over for your father so quickly.



   

                   

Well, between Pop's business,

my, uh, shop



   

                   

and taking care

of my little girl,



   

                   

doesn't leave much time

for reflecting.



   

                   

I didn't know you had children. Just the one

Sarah's her name.



   

                   

And how old is Sarah?

Eleven.



   

                   

Well, I'm sure

she's a lovely child.



   

                   

You and your wife

must be very proud.



   

                   

Well, um, Mrs. Deagan,

my wife, uh,



   

                   

passed away when

Sarah was about five.



   

                   

Oh, Raymond,

I'm so sorry.



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

Sarah and I,



   

                   

we do just fine.



   

                   

You know, I got a

picture of her somewhere.



   

                   

There she is.

That's my Sarah.



   

                   

Oh, she's darling.



   

                   

Look at those eyes.



   

                   

Now, what's this I hear

about a shop?



   

                   

Oh, yeah, the plant shop. It's just

a little place down on Hawthorn.



   

                   

Started out as

a service for gardeners



   

                   

till I opened the store about

six years ago, and, uh



   

                   

Well, it's the only thing that

business degree's been good for yet.



   

                   

Why, that's marvellous, Raymond.

You should be very proud.



   

                   

Well, I am.



   

                   

Uh, if you’re ever in the

neighbourhood, be sure to stop by.



   

                   

I certainly will.

All right, then.



   

                   

Thank you.

You’re welcome.



   

                   

If that’s

your father



   

                   

Don't worry Sybil,

I'll get it.



   

                   

Hello?



   

                   

Frank,

you haven't left yet?



   

                   

Oh, no.

Not again.



   

                   

All right.



   

                   

Good-bye, dear.



   

                   

He isn't coming home again?

No, he's going to be late.



   

                   

Father never wants

to come home.



   

                   

Janice, he most certainly does. He's just very

busy at work and under a great deal of strain.



   

                   

Yeah!

Shut up.



   

                   

Janice, that's enough.



   

                   

Sybil, you know what?



   

                   

Wrap up Mr. Whitaker's plate. I'm

going to run down to the office



   

                   

and take it to him myself.



   

                   

All the way downtown?

It's not so very far.



   

                   

Anyway,

the children are fine.



   

                   

Knowing Mr. Whitaker, I'm just saving

him another night of pretzels and coffee.



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

I'm just dropping something off

for my husband on the   th floor.



   

                   

Mr. Whitaker. Thank you.

All right.



   

                   

Frank?



   

                   

Oh, Frank.



   

                   

Frank?



   

                   

Cathy.



   

                   

Mr. Maynard



   

                   

Left an estimate

for the roof.



   

                   

I put it

in the kitchen.



   

                   

Twelve hundred something.

Cathy



   

                   

I can't.



   

                   

I don't



   

                   

What?



   

                   

Eh, you see, uh



   

                   

Once,



   

                   

a long time ago,



   

                   

a long, long time ago,



   

                   

I had, um,



   

                   

um, problems



   

                   

I just figured that was



   

                   

that was it.



   

                   

II never imagined-

You had problems?



   

                   

YYes.



   

                   

You, uh, never

spoke to anyone



   

                   

aa doctor?

No.



   

                   

No one?



   

                   

I don't understand.



   

                   

Neither do I.



   

                   

What ifI mean,



   

                   

there must be people who



   

                   

II don't know.



   

                   

Because



   

                   

Otherwise, I don't know what I

Cathy.



   

                   

All right.



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

Mr. and Mrs. Whitaker,

this is Dr. Bowman.



   

                   

Mr. Whitaker,



   

                   

how do you do?

Hello.



   

                   

Mrs. Whitaker, how lovely. Thank you.



   

                   

I suppose we may

as well get started.



   

                   

Actually, uh, Mrs. Whitaker,

I think it might be best



   

                   

if your husband and I

conversed in private.



   

                   

In private.

Yes, of course.



   

                   

I think it would be

best. Certainly, Doctor.



   

                   

I'll see you later.

I'll see you later, dear.



   

                   

Today, the general attitude

regarding this sort of behavior



   

                   

is naturally more modern,



   

                   

more scientific than it

ever has been before.



   

                   

But for those

who do seek treatment,



   

                   

who possess the will

and desire



   

                   

to lead a normal life,



   

                   

there still remains

only a scant



   

                   

five to thirty percent

rate of success



   

                   

for complete

heterosexual conversion.



   

                   

For many, it's

the treatment itself



   

                   

that often changes

the patient's mind.



   

                   

What does it, uh, comprise of?



   

                   

The treatment. The treatment's comprised

of psychiatric sessions



   

                   

twice a week,

sometimes more.



   

                   

Just talking?

Yes.



   

                   

Though some patients have explored

additional, more behavioural methods.



   

                   

Behavioural?

Electroshock aversion therapy for instance.



   

                   

Or hormonal

rebalancing procedures.



   

                   

I know this can all seem

rather daunting at first.



   

                   

I suggest

you take some time.



   

                   

Think over the various options

we've discussed.



   

                   

Discuss it with your wife.

No, I already know.



   

                   

I want to begin treatment.



   

                   

I can't let this thing



   

                   

destroy my life,



   

                   

my family's life.



   

                   

I, uhI-I know it's a sickness,



   

                   

because

it makes me feel



   

                   

despicable.



   

                   

I promise you, Dr. Bowman,

I'm going to beat this thing.



   

                   

I'm gonna break it.



   

                   

So help me God.



   

                   

Why don't you confirm those

times we discussed with Rosalyn.



   

                   

I'll see you here same time

next Tuesday. Thank you, Doctor.



   

                   

Mr. Whitaker, Mrs.

Whitaker. Thank you, Doctor.



   

                   

Frank?

What?



   

                   

I'm just proud of you,

that's all.



   

                   

Don't say that.

Well, I am.



   

                   

He seems a very decent man,

Dr. Bowman. Don’t you think?



   

                   

Frank?

I don't know, Cathleen.



   

                   

I suppose he's decent.



   

                   

But you must have liked him enough

to want to see him again.



   

                   

Who else am I going to see?



   

                   

Well, I'm sure there are numerous doctors

in Hartford or Springfield if you



   

                   

Look, I just want to get the

whole fucking thing over with!



   

                   

Can you understand that?



   

                   

Frank, please don't.



   

                   

II'm sorry.



   

                   

All right, Cathy, I'm so sorry.



   

                   

Good morning, Mr. Whitaker. Morning.



   

                   

Morning.



   

                   

Good morning, Mr. Whitaker. Hi, Kitty.



   

                   

I hope you have a pleasant

day, sir. Thank you.



   

                   

Good morning, Mr. Whitaker. Marlene.



   

                   

I found this in the

cupboard, sir. What's that?



   

                   

Your office lamp-

the one that was missing.



   

                   

Ah

Should I have it repaired, sir?



   

                   

Yes. Yes, thank you, Marlene.



   

                   

Mr. Whitaker,

Mr. Fine's been waiting.



   

                   

Frank?

Uh?



   

                   

I didn't see you

sitting there.



   

                   

Everything all right?



   

                   

Oh, with me?

Of course.



   

                   

What's up? Just picked up

the galleys from the printer.



   

                   

How do they look?

Great, just great.



   

                   

Just leave them there. I'll

take a look first chance I get.



   

                   

Sure.



   

                   

You'll let me know

what you think?



   

                   

Of course I will.

You're first on my list.



   

                   

What's it gonna take to get

you back on that course anyway?



   

                   

We haven't seen you for weeks. I know.



   

                   

Sunday. No excuses.



   

                   

All right.

I'll hold you to it.



   

                   

Thanks again, El. You sure

that's all I can give you?



   

                   

Oh, yes. The caterer should have everything.

I just thought a few extras would be nice.



   

                   

Oh, don't forget. The art show is

Saturday. Start working on Frank tonight.



   

                   

I swear he's the kind of man

you have to pin messages to.



   

                   

Though I'm sorry to say,

Mona Lauder will be attending.



   

                   

Turns out her uncle's in town,

some hotshot art dealer from New York.



   

                   

I think I met him

at one of Mona's soirees.



   

                   

A bit flowery

for my taste.



   

                   

How do you mean? Oh, you know,

a touch light on his feet.



   

                   

Oh, you mean

Yes, darling, he's one of those.



   

                   

Of course, I could be mistaken.

Just an impression I got.



   

                   

You don't care

for them particularly?



   

                   

Well, no, not particularly.

Not that I actually know any.



   

                   

Call me old-fashioned, I just like

all the men I'm around to be all men.



   

                   

Say, why the third degree?

It's not the third degree.



   

                   

I'm just interested,

that's all, in your views.



   

                   

I read an article

in a magazine.



   

                   

What?

Nothing.



   

                   

I'm just delighted to see you taking

interest in yet another civic cause.



   

                   

I can see it now.



   

                   

"Cathleen Whitaker and

her kindness to homosexuals."



   

                   

Ugh. That word.



   

                   

See you Saturday

and bring Frank. I'll try.



   

                   

Then Billy Hutchinson stole

a pass at the ten-yard line.



   

                   

Ran it all the way for a touchdown.

You should a seen it, Pop.



   

                   

Father, want to see my routine

for the ballet recital?



   

                   

Hey, I was talking to Pop. Children, give

your father a moment to eat his dinner.



   

                   

Would you like

another lamb chop, dear?



   

                   

Oh, I'm fine.

Are you sure?



   

                   

I have plenty in the

oven. No, thank you.



   

                   

I'm, I'm fine.



   

                   

We're playing Lincoln on Saturday, Pop

if you’re not working.



   

                   

That reminds me. This Saturday is the reception

for the modern art show I told you about,



   

                   

the one that Eleanor's group

is sponsoring.



   

                   

Oh, God. I know how you hate these

things, but I simply have to go.



   

                   

Eleanor pleaded with me to ask you.

Wait, what about me?



   

                   

No one cares one bit

what I'm doing Saturday.



   

                   

David, I'm sorry.



   

                   

But this Saturday your mother has an

engagement that simply cannot be changed.



   

                   

Well, Pop could come.



   

                   

Couldn’t you, Pop?

We’ll see, David.



   

                   

Janice, could you please

pass the butter?



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

President Eisenhower was determined

to keep the troops there until



   

                   

satisfactory or

unequivocal assurances that



   

                   

Frank?



   

                   

Hmm?



   

                   

Did you see him?



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

You didn't say a word.



   

                   

So how did it go

with Bowman?



   

                   

Did you feel-

It was fine.



   

                   

And there's nothing else you care to

share with your very own adoring wife?



   

                   

Cathleen, what I discuss

with this doctor



   

                   

it's private, all right.



   

                   

That's part of it.

Oh, I understand, darling.



   

                   

I do.



   

                   

Oh

Frank, wait till you see the hors d'oeuvres.



   

                   

The caterer's doing,

just such a marvellous job.



   

                   

I think you’re going to be so pleased

this year, darling. I really do.



   

                   

Eleanor, darling,

I'm so sorry I'm late.



   

                   

Cathleen, darling.

Hello, Mona.



   

                   

Uh, I want to introduce you

to my uncle, Morris Farnsworth,



   

                   

that wickedly successful

Gotham art dealer



   

                   

who was kind enough to attend

our provincial little gathering.



   

                   

Morris, darling,

allow me to introduce you



   

                   

to my dear little friend,

Cathleen Whitaker,



   

                   

whose face and civic fancies

are hardly strangers



   

                   

to the society pages

of Hartford.



   

                   

Oh, Mona. Really, you must

ignore her, Mr. Farnsworth.



   

                   

Charmed. I do hope you enjoy your stay.



   

                   

Morris was just telling us

the most delightful tale



   

                   

all about

a forged Rembrandt.



   

                   

Cathy, don't let us keep you. I know you

want to see the show. I am dying to see it.



   

                   

Oh, yes, dear,

simply charming.



   

                   

Eleanor, you should be

so proud. Thank you, Mona.



   

                   

It was lovely to meet you, Mr.

Farnsworth. Likewise, my dear.



   

                   

Wife of Hartford executive



   

                   

communing with Picasso?



   

                   

Mrs. Leacock, it's lovely

to see you again.



   

                   

And how is that

charming husband of yours?



   

                   

Oh, he's very well.

Thank you.



   

                   

Um, would you excuse me

just a moment?



   

                   

Oh, certainly, dear.

Thank you.



   

                   

Raymond, what a tremendous

surprise finding you here.



   

                   

Mrs. Whitaker, hello.



   

                   

Is this your daughter?

Yep, this is my Sarah.



   

                   

Hello, Sarah.

Hello.



   

                   

Bobby, get over here!

Say, Sarah,



   

                   

isn't that Hutch and his little

brother I see playing out front?



   

                   

You remember them,

don’t you, baby?



   

                   

Oh, sure you do.



   

                   

The day we went

to the Hutchinson house.



   

                   

Oh, yeah.



   

                   

What do you say you go out and see

if they’d like to play for a while?



   

                   

Ah, go on.



   

                   

For Daddy?



   

                   

Attagirl.



   

                   

Oh, Raymond, she's lovely.

Thank you.



   

                   

Well, how on Earth did you

find out about this show?



   

                   

Well, I do read the papers. W

No, of course you do.



   

                   

I just meant that it's-

it's such ait's a coincidence.



   

                   

I know.

I was just teasing you.



   

                   

Because, you know,

I'm not prejudiced.



   

                   

My husband and I have always believed

in equal rights for the Negro



   

                   

and support the N.A.A.C.P.



   

                   

I'm glad to hear that.



   

                   

I just wanted you to

know. Well, thank you.



   

                   

Oh, not at all.



   

                   

Go!



   

                   

Straighter, Tommy!

You got to throw it straighter.



   

                   

And hard.

One, two, three, go!



   

                   

It's too heavy..



   

                   

What? On the back. Your airplane.



   

                   

Who asked you?

Come on, Bobby.



   

                   

So, what's your opinion

on modern art?



   

                   

Uh, it's hard

to put into words really.



   

                   

II just know what I care for,

and, and what I don't.



   

                   

Like thisI don't know

how to pronounce it.



   

                   

"Mira"?

Miró.



   

                   

Miró.



   

                   

I don't know why,

but I just adore it.



   

                   

A feeling it gives.



   

                   

I know that sounds

terribly vague.



   

                   

No, no, actually it confirms something I've

always wondered about modern art, abstract art.



   

                   

What is that?



   

                   

That perhaps it's just picking

up where religious art left off,



   

                   

somehow trying

to show you divinity.



   

                   

The modern artist just pares it down to

the basic elements of shape and color.



   

                   

But when you look

at that Miró,



   

                   

you feel it just the same.



   

                   

Why, that's lovely,

Raymond.



   

                   

T o tell the truth, I've always

preferred the work of the Masters.



   

                   

Rembrandt,

Michelangelo



   

                   

Would you excuse me a

moment? Oh, certainly.



   

                   

Cathleen

Oh, El, honey, everything looks just marvellous.



   

                   

Cathy, who on Earth is that man?

You have this whole place in a clamour.



   

                   

For heaven sakes why?

Because of that ridiculous story?



   

                   

Who is he?



   

                   

He's Raymond Deagan,

Otis Deagan's son.



   

                   

Your gardener? He passed away and

Raymond's taken over his business.



   

                   

You certainly seem

on familiar terms with him.



   

                   

Oh, "familiar terms"-

What does that mean?



   

                   

He happens to have some very

interesting views on Miró.



   

                   

Oh, jeepers, look at the time. I have to fly.

I'm having the carpets cleaned for tomorrow



   

                   

What time are the caterers

showing? They said  :  .



   

                   

I'll come early, for moral

support. You're a doll.



   

                   

So glad you could make it.

Come in. Come in.



   

                   

Not to say that I'm against integration,

mind you.



   

                   

I do believe

it's the Christian thing to do.



   

                   

But I still say

what happened in Little Rock



   

                   

could just as easily

have happened here in Hartford.



   

                   

Nonsense.

Well, why is that?



   

                   

Well, for one thing, there's no

Governor Faubus in Connecticut.



   

                   

But the main reason,

there are no Negroes.



   

                   

No, but there are some



   

                   

rather dangerous pro-integration

types right here in Hartford.



   

                   

Dangerous?

Oh, yes.



   

                   

Some very attractive ones, in fact,



   

                   

noted, I'm told,

for their kindness to Negroes.



   

                   

Oh, Dick, stop. Where on

Earth did you hear about that?



   

                   

Shirley read it to me.

I should have known.



   

                   

What's all this?

Absolutely nothing.



   

                   

Now, let me freshen those.



   

                   

Excuse me, please.

Thanks.



   

                   

Oh, by golly, there she is now,

the "purist" gal in the room.



   

                   

Oh, Stan, liquor brings out the Texan

in you. I hope Eleanor isn't listening.



   

                   

So what if she is. I still say

Frank is the luckiest guy in town.



   

                   

Hear! Hear! It's all smoke and

mirrors, fells. That's all it is.



   

                   

You should see her

without her face on.



   

                   

Frank!

No, he's absolutely right.



   

                   

We ladies are never what we appear,

and every girl as her secrets.



   

                   

I'll say. How about this girl

getting her husband another drink?



   

                   

Darling, don’t you think

you've already had enough?



   

                   

No, I don't think I've had enough



   

                   

I'd just like to take a moment to raise a

glass to our marvellous host and hostess



   

                   

and another glorious annual

party at the Whitakers.



   

                   

To Frank and Cathy,

truly Mr. and Mrs. Magnatech.



   

                   

Hear! Hear!



   

                   

My goodness.

Thank you very much.



   

                   

Now, who can I freshen

up? Ron? No, I'm fine.



   

                   

Me. Oh, I think you’re fresh enough.



   

                   

All right.



   

                   

Here, Mrs. Whitaker,

let me take that for you.



   

                   

Thank you, Sybil.



   

                   

Cathy?

Hi.



   

                   

Honey,

is everything all right?



   

                   

Why? What do you mean?



   

                   

FrankI've never

seen him so soused.



   

                   

Oh, he's been working so hard lately.

He's under tremendous strain.



   

                   

You sure that's all?

Oh, yes.



   

                   

You'd tell me if there was

anything more? Of course I would.



   

                   

Well, Cathy,



   

                   

I think we just threw ourselves

one class-"A" swanky function.



   

                   

It did turn out nicely,

didn't it?



   

                   

Cathleen, darling, you've simply

outdone yourself once again.



   

                   

Thank you so much.



   

                   

Frank?



   

                   

Well, if I do say so myself,

it was a lovely party,



   

                   

all considering.



   

                   

I just wish



   

                   

it didn't have to turn ugly



   

                   

in front of our friends.



   

                   

Honestly, Frank,

if you didn't insist on



   

                   

What is it?



   

                   

Oh, Frank.



   

                   

Oh, Jesus.



   

                   

Oh, Jesus! What's

happening? I can't even



   

                   

God!

Frank, it doesn't matter.



   

                   

The important thing is to

keep, to keep trying. Don't!



   

                   

What?

Because



   

                   

I'm sure, you know,



   

                   

Dick Dawson wouldn't mind lending

his services every once in a while.



   

                   

Oh, Frank.



   

                   

I mean, you wouldn't mind

that so much, would you?



   

                   

A good-looking guy

like Dick.



   

                   

Maybe even Stan

would pitch in.



   

                   

Frank, you're the only man

that I've ever wanted.



   

                   

Just let go.

Frank, Frank, you're



   

                   

You're all men to me.

You're all man.



   

                   

Stop it!



   

                   

Cathy. Cathy, I'm sorry. Oh.

I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to.



   

                   

It's all right.

I'm-I'm all right.



   

                   

It was an accident.

Are you bleeding?



   

                   

Oh, just-just the littlest bit.



   

                   

Perhaps, um, you could get me

some ice, dear.



   

                   

Some ice?

Yes.



   

                   

Cathy-

II know.



   

                   

Uh, um, it's all right.

I'm all right.



   

                   

Hey, there, hon. Listen. I can't stay.

I'm meeting Stan for lunch at the club.



   

                   

Oh, that sounds like fun. Can't believe

I let you get away without these.



   

                   

It's cute, your hair that way.

Oh, yeah?



   

                   

I experimented.

Oh, it's adorable.



   

                   

Thanks.

Oh. Whoopsie.



   

                   

Thanks.



   

                   

Cathy.

What?



   

                   

What happened to your head?



   

                   

Oh, nothing.

II hit the door.



   

                   

It was

the silliest thing.



   

                   

Cathy.

What?



   

                   

Did something happen

between you and Frank?



   

                   

What do you mean?



   

                   

Cathy,

I'm your best friend.



   

                   

Nothing happened.



   

                   

Nothing at all.



   

                   

Oh, Cathy.



   

                   

Eleanor.



   

                   

Cathy, I'm your dearest

and closest friend in the world.



   

                   

You call meday or night.



   

                   

You hear?



   

                   

Mrs. Whitaker?



   

                   

Is there anything I can do?



   

                   

You sure?

I'mI'm fine.



   

                   

I just, um



   

                   

IIt's a difficult time

with my husband.



   

                   

Oh. It happens with married people.



   

                   

I know it does. I’m just-

It’s just embarrassing.



   

                   

Please forgive me.

Forgive you?



   

                   

Mrs. Whitaker, listen.



   

                   

I have to pick up some shrubs

from a farmhouse just out of town.



   

                   

Which means I gotta get a move on.



   

                   

Why don't you

come along for the ride?



   

                   

Some fresh air,

change of scenery



   

                   

might help you

take your mind of things.



   

                   

Ooh. Oh, no.

I, uh



   

                   

I couldn't. Uh



   

                   

Thank you, Raymond,

for offering.



   

                   

You're very kind.



   

                   

You sure?

Mrs. Whitaker?



   

                   

Oh. Yes, Sybil? It's

Mrs. Barker on the phone.



   

                   

I'll be right there! Oh.



   

                   

Mm. I have to get back.



   

                   

Okay.



   

                   

Oh, not at all. Um, well, I

I was planning on picking them up at  :  .



   

                   

You'd like to switch

for Thursday?



   

                   

I don't see why that

would be a problem.



   

                   

Um, No. I'm glad

I could be of help.



   

                   

Certainly.



   

                   

Bye now.



   

                   

Raymond.

Mrs. Whitaker.



   

                   

Hi.

Hello.



   

                   

Oh, wouldn’t you know it. I just received

a call and suddenly everything's changed.



   

                   

Anyway, I



   

                   

You changed your mind.



   

                   

Well, good.



   

                   

Thank you very much,

Mr. Deagan. Thank you.



   

                   

Oh, it's lovely.

What is it?



   

                   

Hamamelis

well, flowering witch hazel. Fairly rare in these parts.



   

                   

It's beautiful.



   

                   

You were right. What a

perfectly lovely spot.



   

                   

Is that a path?



   

                   

I think so.



   

                   

Let's have a peek.

All right.



   

                   

Sometimes it's the people

outside our world



   

                   

we confide in best.



   

                   

But once you do confide,

share with someone,



   

                   

they're no longer

really outside, are they?



   

                   

Oh. Look!



   

                   

How lovely.



   

                   

Did he cause that?



   

                   

He didn't mean to strike me.



   

                   

I am so sorry.



   

                   

No. Heaven knows

we all have our troubles.



   

                   

I'm sure you,

yourself



   

                   

What?



   

                   

I don't know. Ever since running

into you at the exhibition,



   

                   

I kept wondering

what it must be like



   

                   

to be the only one

in a room.



   

                   

Colored or



   

                   

whatever it was.



   

                   

How that

might possibly feel.



   

                   

I'm sure I've-

I've never



   

                   

Well,



   

                   

I suppose you sort of

grow accustomed to it over time.



   

                   

I mean, don't get me wrong.



   

                   

There is a world,

even here in Hartford,



   

                   

where everybody

does indeed look like me.



   

                   

Trouble is, very few people

ever leave that world.



   

                   

I only want what every father

wants for his child.



   

                   

The opportunities growing

up I never had. Naturally.



   

                   

But I tell you something. If you’re really interested

Oh, I am.



   

                   

You hungry? I mean,

could you eat something?



   

                   

I suppose I could.

Tell you what,



   

                   

I'm gonna take you

to one of my favourite spots.



   

                   

On good days, it's got

hot food, cold drink,



   

                   

and just about

discernable music.



   

                   

It's hard to beat that. There you go.



   

                   

Say, who's green Edsel?

Yoo-hoo.



   

                   

Yoo-hoo.

Here I am.



   

                   

Oh. There you are, ma'am.



   

                   

Let me get that for you.



   

                   

Oh. Thank you very much indeed.



   

                   

Thank you, ma'am.



   

                   

Oh, my God.



   

                   

Let me help you with that,

ma'am. Oh. Thanks very much.



   

                   

«



   

                   

Thank you. I'm hardly

dressed for a restaurant.



   

                   

You look fine.



   

                   

Raymond.

Don't worry.



   

                   

This is a very friendly place.



   

                   

Say there,

Esther.



   

                   

What, you can't

say hello anymore?



   

                   

Looks like you speakin'

just fine for yourself.



   

                   

Oh, now you just sore because I haven't

been coming around like I used to.



   

                   

Is that so?

Mm-hmm.



   

                   

Now what do you say about bringing

us over a couple of drinks?



   

                   

What would you like? Oh,

uh, a daiquiri if they



   

                   

One daiquiri

and a bourbon on the rocks.



   

                   

Thank you, doll.



   

                   

What do you think

you're doing, boy?



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

Well, I hope you’re

finding this very amusing.



   

                   

What do you mean?

This is a very welcoming place.



   

                   

How you doing', Gus?



   

                   

See what I mean?



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

Thank you, Esther.



   

                   

Here's to being the only one.



   

                   

You know,

we don't have to stay here.



   

                   

If you feel uncomfortable

No. As long as I stay away from Esther,



   

                   

I think I'll be fine.



   

                   

All right then.



   

                   

«



   

                   

Thank you, Raymond,



   

                   

for a lovely afternoon.



   

                   

No. Thank you, Mrs. Whitaker.



   

                   

I've had one as well.



   

                   

Mrs. Whitaker sounds

so formal. Would you



   

                   

Would I what?



   

                   

Ask me to dance?



   

                   

«



   

                   

Oh. That looks wonderful.

Now, let's see.



   

                   

Where should we put it?

Oh. I know. Right there.



   

                   

Right

by the window.



   

                   

Yes.



   

                   

Yes. That's lovely. It certainly is.



   

                   

Oh. Now, let's see.

Where did I put that list?



   

                   

Although I promised Janice that I

wouldn't be late for her recital.



   

                   

Can't miss that.



   

                   

Sybil, I've been meaning to ask you

Yes, ma'am?



   

                   

What's the name of that

church group you belong to?



   

                   

The one you mentioned to

me. You mean, at Ebenezer?



   

                   

The Baptist group?

Yes. I believe that's it.



   

                   

Or was it South Green Baptist during

the fair drive, the Ladies Auxiliary?



   

                   

Oh. I didn't know

there was more than one.



   

                   

Yes. I always seem to be

signing up for something.



   

                   

I think that's marvellous, Sybil, that

you find the time with all you do for us.



   

                   

I just have so much in the attic

I've been meaning to go through.



   

                   

I thought you might know of a

church or civic organization



   

                   

that could use a donation.



   

                   

Well, certainly, Mrs. Whitaker,

if that’s what you’re looking for.



   

                   

Places in need are never hard

to find. I'm sure you’re right.



   

                   

Oh! My. Hello.

May I help you?



   

                   

Good afternoon, ma'am.

Allow me to introduce myself.



   

                   

My name's Reginald Carter

and this is Martha Livingston.



   

                   

We're members

of the Hartford Branch



   

                   

of the National Association for

the Advancement of Colored People.



   

                   

Oh, well, certainly, I am

familiar with your organization.



   

                   

Perhaps you'd be interested in reading

over our complimentary brochure.



   

                   

Mm. Yes. I would. If you wouldn't

mind signing our roster



   

                   

I'm running so terribly late

as it is.



   

                   

Sybil, would you mind

signing for me? Yes, ma'am.



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

«



   

                   

Mother!

Hello, dear.



   

                   

Did the recital just begin?

Shh!



   

                   

So where are the other little girls

from your class?



   

                   

Over there.



   

                   

Janice. Janice!



   

                   

Sybil?



   

                   

Hello.

Cathy?



   

                   

El? Oh, Cathy. Thank heavens you're

home. I've been trying you all day.



   

                   

El, what is it? So you haven't

heard? You haven't heard a thing?



   

                   

No. What happened? Oh, Cathy.

There's been talk. Vicious talk.



   

                   

What do you mean? About what? About you?



   

                   

Oh, for heaven sake. What

now? Honey. It's Mona, Cathy.



   

                   

She'sWell, she's just been

on some kind of rampage,



   

                   

swearing up and down that she saw you and

a colored man somewhere out on Franklin.



   

                   

Getting out of a truck

or some such thing.



   

                   

The same colored man she claims

you were talking to at the art show.



   

                   

Eleanor, that's-

that's preposterous.



   

                   

I mean, yes, I've spoken to Mr. Deagan on

occasion, but this makes it sound like



   

                   

I know. You have no idea

what it's been like around here.



   

                   

The phone has been ringing off the hook

since  :   this morning.



   

                   

Eleanor, the entire situation is so absurd.

Darling, I know.



   

                   

What in the world

am I supposed to do?



   

                   

I suppose you could start by

getting yourself another gardener.



   

                   

Frank? What on Earth

Eleanor, could I call you back? Frank just walked in.



   

                   

Of course. You go ahead.

I'll call you later.



   

                   

Frank?



   

                   

What are you doing home?

Is everything all right?



   

                   

Just tell me one goddamned thing. What?



   

                   

Is it true,

what they've been saying?



   

                   

Frank, I can't believe

you even



   

                   

Because if it is, even in the slightest,

I swear to God, Cathleen



   

                   

Frank, I am sorry you even

had to hear such nonsense.



   

                   

Yeah, well, Dick Dawson didn't seem

to think it was such nonsense



   

                   

when he snuck away from his desk

to phone me today.



   

                   

Good heavens. He says the

whole friggin' town's talking!



   

                   

Frank, please.

Sybil will hear you.



   

                   

I sent her out!



   

                   

Christ, Cathleen, do you even have the

slightest idea about what this could mean?



   

                   

Don’t you realize the effect

it's gonna have on me



   

                   

and the reputation I have spent the

past eight years trying to build



   

                   

for you and the children

and for the company?



   

                   

Frank, I swear to you, whatever

Mona Lauder saw or thought she saw



   

                   

was entirely a figment of that

woman's hateful imagination.



   

                   

Yes. I have spoken to

Raymond Deagan on occasion.



   

                   

He brought his little girl to Eleanor's art show. But

But, apparently,



   

                   

even here in Hartford, the idea of a white

woman even speaking to a colored man



   

                   

Oh, please!

Just save me the Negro rights!



   

                   

You know what that woman

is capable of!.



   

                   

And besides,

II've already given him notice



   

                   

and wewe won't be seeing

that man again.



   

                   

Fine.



   

                   

Is that why you came home-

because of what Dick said?



   

                   

Did something happen

at work?



   

                   

Frank.



   

                   

Tsk. I guess you could call it

some sort of early Christmas bonus.



   

                   

What do you mean?



   

                   

A month of rest

and relaxation.



   

                   

Can you imagine? During the

busiest season of the year.



   

                   

What a goddamn honour.



   

                   

But when you consider

the bang-up job I've been doing



   

                   

ever since good ol' Dr. Bowman

came on the scene



   

                   

and for being-

What did Millstein call it?



   

                   

"Years overdue."



   

                   

They do owe you a vacation

after all you've given them.



   

                   

Palm Springs

is supposed to be nice.



   

                   

So says the word on high.



   

                   

I know it may not

seem like it now,



   

                   

but a little time away,

a vacation,



   

                   

might be the best thing



   

                   

for both of us.



   

                   

Frank, what a wretched day

it must have been for you.



   

                   

Say, what do you know? Pop's

home. What you doing' home, Pop?



   

                   

David, your father

has work to do.



   

                   

It's best you help yourself to a glass

of milk and get started on your studies.



   

                   

Yes, Mother. Say, Pop

Mind your mother, David.



   

                   

Yes, sir.



   

                   

Uh, say, Mr. Deagan-

Yes, Jake?



   

                   

There's a lady on the phone

for you. I'll be right there.



   

                   

Hello.

Hello.



   

                   

Thank you for meeting me. I

realize you have a busy schedule.



   

                   

Worked out fine.

I was glad you called.



   

                   

Are you sure

everything's all right?



   

                   

Uh, is there something

I can do for you folks?



   

                   

Can we leave here?

Of course.



   

                   

What is it?

What happened?



   

                   

I wanted to see you

in person, Raymond. I



   

                   

I justI can't.



   

                   

Can't what?



   

                   

It isn't plausible for me

to be friends with you.



   

                   

You've been so very kind to me and I've been

perfectly reckless and foolish in return,



   

                   

thinking-

Thinking what?



   

                   

That one person

could reach out to another,



   

                   

take an interest in another



   

                   

and maybe for one

fleeting instant



   

                   

could manage to see

beyond the surface,



   

                   

beyond the color of things?



   

                   

Do you think we ever really do



   

                   

see beyond those things



   

                   

the surface of things?



   

                   

"Just beyond the fall of grace,



   

                   

behold that

ever-shining place."



   

                   

Yes. I do.



   

                   

I don't really have a choice.



   

                   

I wish I could.



   

                   

Good luck to you, Raymond.



   

                   

Mrs. Whitaker.

You! Boy!



   

                   

Hands off!.



   

                   

Yeah! You!

Raymond, please don't.



   

                   

You're so beautiful.



   

                   

Come on, dear.



   

                   

Oh! It is them! It is!



   

                   

Thank you, Mother.

Thank you, Father.



   

                   

Mwah!



   

                   

Oh-ho. Merry Christmas,

sweetheart.



   

                   

Now I'll be as good

as all the other girls in class.



   

                   

Here you are,

darling.



   

                   

Just the way you like it. Ahh.



   

                   

Hey, Pop.

Look at this steam engine.



   

                   

Wonderful.

Oh. My goodness.



   

                   

I knew I was

forgetting something.



   

                   

A little something

for Mr. and Mrs. Claus.



   

                   

Well, what have we here?



   

                   

"Bermuda."



   

                   

"Acapulco. Rio.



   

                   

Miami." Take your

pick. It's your choice.



   

                   

Mother, will you help me

lace up my slippers?



   

                   

In a minute, dear. I don't know.

Stan is always raving about Miami.



   

                   

Oh, Frank.

Miami would be a dream.



   

                   

El says it's just darling.

Everything's pink.



   

                   

Oh, really?

Hmm.



   

                   

Maybe we oughta

consider Bermuda.



   

                   

Oh, Frank!

I do love you, darling.



   

                   

Mwah.

I do.



   

                   

«



   

                   

I must say,

you look extremely fetching



   

                   

all gussied up

in your white tux and tie.



   

                   

Well, it's a good thing,

since I can hardly breathe in it.



   

                   

Oh. It's not that bad.



   

                   

You like my dress?

Why, yes.



   

                   

Very much. Didn't I say?



   

                   

You did not.

Well, it's a ravishing dress



   

                   

with a ravishing girl

to go with it.



   

                   

That's more like it.



   

                   

Very nice.



   

                   

Right this way, sir.

Hilda, we're over here.



   

                   

Ah. Excuse us.

No problem at all.



   

                   

«



   

                   

You have a lovely family. Thank you.



   

                   

Have a Happy New Year. Happy New Year.



   

                   

Oh, Kenny, be a darling and

pour the champagne. Sure, Mother.



   

                   

Ladies and gentlemen,

the time has come



   

                   

for the countdown

into the new year.



   

                   

Must be almost time.

All together now!



   

                   

Five, four, three,



   

                   

two, one.



   

                   

Happy New Year!



   

                   

Happy New Year, darling.

«



   

                   

Happy New Year to you.



   

                   

Where do you wanna go?

Mm. The table.



   

                   

All right. Mary.

Did you see Kenny?



   

                   

Martin! Martin!



   

                   

Martin!



   

                   

Oh! Caroline.



   

                   

You know you’re not

supposed to go in there!



   

                   

Now what did I tell you

about going in that pool?



    

                   

You know you're not

supposed to go in there!



    

                   

Donna!



    

                   

Hello there.

Well, hello.



    

                   

Nice swim, darling?

Ahh.



    

                   

Isn't the sun just marvellous? Mm-hmm.



    

                   

Donna. Time to get out.

What? But why?



    

                   

Because I said so.



    

                   

Here comes Kenny.

I was looking for you on the other side.



    

                   

I tell you, we're gonna

have to start meeting points.



    

                   

That does it. I've had quite enough

fashion advice for the afternoon.



    

                   

I do believe it's time

for my Miss Mitchell.



    

                   

Oh, heavens.

What?



    

                   

I think I left it upstairs. So

silly. You want me to go get it?



    

                   

No. You just sat down.

Oh, no. I don't mind.



    

                   

You sure? Yeah. I have

to get a paper anyway.



    

                   

Thank you, darling.



    

                   

I think it's right there

on the nightstand.



    

                   

Hey, Hutch. Look. What?



    

                   

Hey, fellas!



    

                   

Look who's coming.

It's daddy's girl.



    

                   

Hey there, daddy's girl.

Where do you think you're going?



    

                   

Home.

Home to see your daddy?



    

                   

Yeah. And his white girlfriend.



    

                   

Hey! Where you going?



    

                   

We just wanna play.



    

                   

Uh-oh. Wrong turn,

daddy's girl.



    

                   

Hey, daddy's girl.

Over here.



    

                   

Yeah. She made a wrong turn

all right. Just like her daddy.



    

                   

They're here! I see

their car! They're here!



    

                   

Welcome home, Mr. and Mrs.

Whitaker. Oh, my goodness.



    

                   

What a lovely greeting.

Hiya, Pop. Hey, Mother.



    

                   

Hey. So, Mother, was it dreamy?



    

                   

Oh-ho. Listen to you.

"Dreamy."



    

                   

Did you have a nice time, Mr.

Whitaker? Yes. It was very relaxing.



    

                   

Say, Pop

David, help Sybil with the luggage please.



    

                   

Pop, you'll never guess what

happened at school this week.



    

                   

Try and guess. David. Uh, I give up.



    

                   

I'm helping, Mother. Billy

Hutchinson and these two other boys



    

                   

all got expelled

from school.



    

                   

I think you mean "suspended."

No. Expelled. I swear.



    

                   

For throwing a rock at a

girl's head. That's terrible.



    

                   

A little girl at school?

No. She was a Negro.



    

                   

What? Who told you such

a thing? Tommy Hawkins.



    

                   

He saw it, so he had

to tell the principal.



    

                   

Sybil, is this true? Yes,

ma'am. I'm afraid it is.



    

                   

What on Earth

has gotten into this town?



    

                   

It was just a couple

of foolish kids.



    

                   

Yeah. Hutch said that they were

just trying to teach her a lesson.



    

                   

Well, I think it's dreadful, and you're not to

play with that Hutch boy again, understand me?



    

                   

Yes, ma'am.

David, while you’re up,



    

                   

how about flippin'on

the set for your old man?



    

                   

Sure, Pop.



    

                   

Mother, how do you spell "skirt"?

Uh, just a minute, dear.



    

                   

Mother's making a call.



    

                   

Oh. Yes. Hello. Um, I was wondering

if you could help me possibly.



    

                   

I just received

your brochure,



    

                   

which I found

extremely informative,



    

                   

and I was curious about what was

entailed, precisely, in your



    

                   

in your volunteer program in terms

of particular skills and so on.



    

                   

You see, I-

Oh.



    

                   

Oh, yes.

I can hold.



    

                   

Father's home.



    

                   

Frank. What happened

to the match?



    

                   

Oh, my, um, shoulder.

It started acting up.



    

                   

II just couldn't

sit there any longer.



    

                   

You didn't say anything. Father,

I did the splits today. Wanna see?



    

                   

Janice, your father

just walked in the door



    

                   

and you have schoolwork

to finish.



    

                   

Yes, Mother.



    

                   

You know, Frank, you

never had that physical.



    

                   

And I think you're due for

one. Can I call Dr. Ellis?



    

                   

You know,

it's been three years.



    

                   

Oh. Did I tell you that the paediatrician

thinks that Janice is going to need braces?



    

                   

Father, do I have to? Apparently,

our little girl has an overbite.



    

                   

Pop, you'll never guess what

I'm doing. Where is your coat?



    

                   

It's in the garage. I'm waxing

Pop's car. And what's it doing there?



    

                   

It's gonna

look swell, Pop.



    

                   

How many times do I have to tell you

children you are not permitted outdoors



    

                   

in this kind of weather

unless you are properly dressed?



    

                   

Yes, ma'am.

Because I give up.



    

                   

If you wanna go and catch your

death of cold, then so be it.



    

                   

You try talking some sense into them,

Frank, because whatever I say doesn't



    

                   

Frank?



    

                   

What's the matter?



    

                   

God.



    

                   

David, Janice,

go upstairs to your rooms.



    

                   

Now.



    

                   

Now!



    

                   

Frank.



    

                   

What is it?



    

                   

Cathy,



    

                   

something's happened.



    

                   

What?



    

                   

I've fallen in love

with someone



    

                   

who wants to be with me.



    

                   

Oh, Cathy,



    

                   

II-I justI



    

                   

I never knew what that felt



    

                   

But I know that sounds so cruel, but



    

                   

Oh, God. Cathy, I tried.



    

                   

I tried so hard

to make it go away.



    

                   

ItItI thought

that I could do it



    

                   

for you and for the kids.



    

                   

But I can't.



    

                   

I justI can't.



    

                   

I can't.



    

                   

I, um, assume then, you'll be



    

                   

wanting a divorce.



    

                   

Cathy.



    

                   

Eleanor.



    

                   

Eleanor, it's me, Cathy.



    

                   

Oh, Cathy.



    

                   

So you see, El,



    

                   

why I couldn't tell you anything-

anything at all.



    

                   

Oh, you dear sweet kid.



    

                   

In a million years, I couldn't

have imagined. Not Frank.



    

                   

I think that's what's

been hardest of all.



    

                   

The endless secrecy.



    

                   

Our entire lives

just shut in the dark.



    

                   

Are there savings?

None to speak of.



    

                   

Certainly not

with Frank's job on the line.



    

                   

Well, honey, if there’s anything

you need, anything at all



    

                   

Oh, El. I mean it.

We're here, all right?



    

                   

Thank you, El,



    

                   

for always having been.



    

                   

You know, it's funny.

What's that?



    

                   

This whole time, the only person I was

able to talk to about any of this



    

                   

was Raymond Deagan.



    

                   

What?

It's true.



    

                   

Not in the way that Mona intended.

Nothing like that.



    

                   

But we would just talk.



    

                   

And somehow, it made me feel



    

                   

I don't know.



    

                   

Alive somewhere.



    

                   

Eleanor, I know

it's ridiculous and mad,



    

                   

but II think of him.



    

                   

I do.



    

                   

What he's doing.

What he's thinking.



    

                   

I



    

                   

I do.



    

                   

El?

What can I say?



    

                   

You're so full of surprises,

I'm speechless.



    

                   

What do you mean? I'm sure I

must've looked entirely the fool



    

                   

crusading away against Mona Lauder

and all her so-called inventions.



    

                   

Eleanor, how could you

say such a thing?



    

                   

I didn't say a word.



    

                   

Who am I to tell anyone

how to lead their lives?



    

                   

Eleanor, nothing happened

between us. I told you that.



    

                   

Cathy, it's

none of my business,



    

                   

but you certainly make it

sound as if something had.



    

                   

Mrs. Whitaker?

Oh. Sybil.



    

                   

I'm sorry to disturb you, ma'am.

II just



    

                   

Yes, Sybil?



    

                   

There's something I've been wanting

to tell you, ma'am, for some time.



    

                   

Something I believe you surely Anna

know, even if it isn't exactly my place.



    

                   

Well, what is it? It's about

the little colored girl, ma'am.



    

                   

The one that got hit. Yes.



    

                   

What about her?



    

                   

I'm sorry, ma'am. It was Mr.

Deagan's little girl, Sarah.



    

                   

What? Oh, Sybil. No.



    

                   

The neighbours tell me she's doing just

fine. Oh, that poor sweet little girl.



    

                   

That. How in God's name could you not have

told me, Sybil? This was weeks ago!



    

                   

Mrs. Whitaker,

please don't be cross with me.



    

                   

I didn't wanna

make things any worse.



    

                   

Sybil, do you know

where Mr. Deagan lives?



    

                   

I believe he's been at his father's

old place on   th and Governor.



    

                   

Twelfth and Governor.

Thank you.



    

                   

Are you going there now?



    

                   

Please keep an eye on the

children. I shouldn't be too long.



    

                   

Mrs. Whitaker.

What?



    

                   

Would you like me

to go with you, ma'am?



    

                   

No. No, I'll be fine.

Thankyou, Sybil.



    

                   

Who on Earth?



    

                   

Yes. Raymond, I

I just heard. Just this instant.



    

                   

I heard

and I jumped into my car.



    

                   

How are you? How is Sarah?



    

                   

We're fine. Thank you.



    

                   

Would you meet me around the side?



    

                   

Sarah, everything's all right. Daddy's

just gonna be out for a minute, okay?



    

                   

Okay.



    

                   

Raymond. What she

must've been through.



    

                   

What's being done to the boys? Nothing.



    

                   

I won't put her

through that again.



    

                   

Not now. Not with rocks coming

through the windows every night.



    

                   

Raymond, that's hateful.

Oh, it's not whites throwin' them.



    

                   

It's coloreds.

No.



    

                   

Yeah.



    

                   

Seems to be the one place where whites

and coloreds are in full harmony.



    

                   

Anyway, we'll be outta here

soon enough once and for all.



    

                   

You're moving?



    

                   

Yeah.

Where to?



    

                   

I have a brother in Baltimore,



    

                   

says he can find me work there.



    

                   

So we're packing up the house.



    

                   

Two weeks, Friday, we'll be on

the  :   train heading south.



    

                   

What about your-

your business, your shop?



    

                   

Oh, the business is through.



    

                   

Nobody's gonna hire me.



    

                   

So I'm gonna sell the shop

to a cousin of mine.



    

                   

Yeah. Things are



    

                   

pretty well finished for me here.



    

                   

I've never lived anywhere

other than Hartford.



    

                   

Perhaps



    

                   

sometime in the future



    

                   

after you’re settled,

I could



    

                   

Perhaps I could come for a visit,



    

                   

see Baltimore.



    

                   

You see, I



    

                   

Well, it seems as if

I'm to be single again.



    

                   

Oh, Mrs. Whitaker.



    

                   

Please call me Cathy.



    

                   

Cathy.



    

                   

No one would know us there.



    

                   

I'm just not sure

that would be a wise idea.



    

                   

After,



    

                   

well,



    

                   

everything that's



    

                   

What matters now,



    

                   

what has to matter the most,

is what's right for Sarah.



    

                   

I've learned my lesson

about mixing in other worlds.



    

                   

I've seen the sparks fly.



    

                   

All kinds.



    

                   

Have a proud life.



    

                   

A splendid life.



    

                   

Will you do that?



    

                   

Good-bye, Cathy.



    

                   

Hello.

Cathy, did I wake you?



    

                   

II'm sorry to call this late.

I hope I didn't, uh



    

                   

Uh, no. I was awake.



    

                   

I, uh, didn't want to

upset the children.



    

                   

No. No, of course not.



    

                   

How are they, by the way?



    

                   

Fine. Just fine. They still

ask when you'll be coming home.



    

                   

I know.



    

                   

That's, uh, partly

why I'm calling really.



    

                   

I got a call from Dick

yesterday



    

                   

and he said

that everything was set,



    

                   

um, papers drawn up.



    

                   

And he wanted to know how Thursday

was for you.  :   or sometime?



    

                   

II told him I thought

you had car pool Thursdays,



    

                   

but I wasn't absolutely

certain, so I said I would check.



    

                   

You never could remember

my car pool days.



    

                   

And they've

always been the same.



    

                   

Wednesdays and Fridays,

long as I can remember.



    

                   

Oh, Wednesdays and Fridays.

Right. Uh



    

                   

Same old absentminded



    

                   

What time

did you say on Thursday?



    

                   

What? The appointment. What time?



    

                   

Three.

Uh, three o'clock.



    

                   

All right.



    

                   

Okay.

Uh, well great.



    

                   

ThatThat was it,

uh, really.



    

                   

I

know it's late.



    

                   

It is.



    

                   

So I'll see you

onon Thursday then.



    

                   

See you Thursday.



    

                   

Good-bye, Cathy.



    

                   

Good-bye, Frank.



    

                   

Sixty-seven dollars

and thirty-two cents.



    

                   

Now, what day is today?



    

                   

Oh, Sybil. You don't

need to do that.



    

                   

It's Friday.



    

                   

I know it's Friday,

but there's so much to be done now,



    

                   

I can hardly expect you

to be polishing tables.



    

                   

No reason not to keep things up.

No reason at all.



    

                   

I know. Don't forget the grocery list.



    

                   

Thank you.



    

                   

I don't know how on Earth

I'd ever manage



    

                   

I shouldn't be long, Sybil.

All right, Mrs. Whitaker.



    

                   

Why are we turning in here?



    

                   

I'll be right back.

Where are you going?



    

                   

Now stay put, both of you.



    

                   

All aboard! Southbound train

to New York and Washington



    

                   

now departing!



    

                   

All aboard!



    

                   

All right. Thanks.

I 'I I be seeing you.



    

                   

All aboard!



    

                   

Southbound train

to New York and Washington



    

                   

now departing.



    

                   

All aboard!



    

                   

Ready to go?



    

                   

That's my girl.



    

                   

Wesley! Come on!

We'll miss the train.



    

                   

Don't forget to call

your mother tomorrow.



    

                   

All aboard! Southbound train

to New York City



    

                   

Thank you, sir.

Here you go. Thanks.



    

                   

All aboard!









 
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