Like to come in for a while?
I've got to get swinging on that history paper.
Oh, don't mention it.
I haven't even picked a topic yet.
Yeah, well stay away from the Punic Wars.
They're mine.
You can have them. Bye, Connie, see you tomorrow.
Bye.
Afternoon, Miss Caldwell.
Hi, Henry.
Hello?
Mother?
Emma?
Brock?
Hiya, wiggles.
Charlie Jay, what fun.
Got any idea where Brock is?
Nope.
Not the slightest.
When... When does he leave for college?
I don't know. I haven't been informed.
Not, uh...
Your brother's keeper?
Oh, Charlie, that was a sparkler.
"Not my brother's keeper."
I mean, most boys with your good looks
wouldn't even bother to try and develop a personality.
You know, for a kid your age, you've got a pretty big head.
Yeah. It's all those vitamins Momma feeds me.
Witty!
I'm going to take a shower. Goodbye, Charlie.
Maybe I could scrub your back.
That would be dull.
- You think so? - Come on, Charlie.
- What's the big rush? - I'm hot.
I'll bet you are.
- No. - Grace, please.
Charlie, stop it.
Grace, I love you.
I hate you.
But you don't hate this.
Who's that?
Nobody.
Hiya, Mom.
What kept you, boy?
Kept me? I broke a record getting here.
It's half an hour since I phoned the order.
Aw, come on now, Mom.
You know, the Caldwell's are not the only customers
Mr. Doyle has.
They are when I'm working for 'em.
Emma, have you seen Grace?
No, ma'am.
Oh, Mrs. Caldwell, you know my son, Roger.
Hello, Roger.
Mrs. Caldwell.
He's studying to be an engineer at the University.
How wonderful.
Can I help with anything?
Yes, Connie. You can find Grace
and tell her we're ready to serve.
Will do.
You're kidding.
You mean they let you come home whenever you want?
Well, just about.
That's the big difference between Yale and Prep school.
They, uh, aren't always trying to blow your nose for you.
Brock, have you seen Grace?
I've been unable to see her for years.
Grace, your mother's looking for you.
You'd better go in first.
Use the back door.
Okay.
What are you turning into? Some kind of a nursemaid?
Oh, honey, I'm not that stupid.
Ordering people around.
Your mother asked me to find you.
Well, you go tell her you did. And stop being such a snoop.
Grace.
Yes.
What are you doing out there?
Just getting some air.
All alone?
Yes.
It was so stuffy in there.
Now listen to me, young lady, I don't care how stuffy it was,
this is your party, these are your guests,
you have an obligation to them.
You happen to be the hostess.
I know that, Momma.
Then go on in and start acting like one.
Grace...
Is anything wrong?
No.
Well?
It's still too high, Emily.
Well, I'm taking the pills, twice a day.
How's Grace?
All right.
That's what this is, you know.
You're gonna worry yourself into a sanitarium
over that daughter of yours.
I can't help it, I'm scared.
Do you have anything specific, to go on?
No, it's just a feeling.
She tells me she's going over to Connie's after school.
And then I phone, and she's not there.
Well, suppose she is seeing some boy.
It doesn't automatically follow that...
Why make such a secret of it?
I keep feeling that if Will were alive,
he'd know what to do.
Emily...
Emily, it's the oldest problem on Earth.
Nobody's ever whipped it.
Can't keep our kids locked up for 24 hours a day,
and we can't be with them every minute of the time.
When they're 15 years old we tell 'em...
Sex is dynamite, don't touch it.
Then six or seven years later, they come around
and tell you they're gonna get married,
and you say okay, fine, play with the dynamite.
It's okay, she's not home.
How do you know?
Her car's not in the garage.
Let's go in.
Charlie, what if she comes home?
I'll hear the car.
Charlie.
Charlie, I know you're there.
All right. What's the fuss?
And I know who's with you. I saw you sneak in.
Well, turn on the light.
We just came through the door, for Pete sake.
And we weren't sneaking, Mrs. Jay.
- Oh, you weren't. - No, we weren't.
Grace Caldwell, you ought to be ashamed of yourself.
I ought to be ashamed of myself? For what?
Mom, for Pete sake.
You shut up, your father will take care of you.
I hate to say this, Mrs. Jay, but you have a dirty mind.
You're down here in the dark
behaving like a couple of alley cats
and I have a dirty mind.
A dirty mind, and a dirty mouth.
And I don't have to listen to it.
- Grace, I'll take you home. - You will not.
Don't bother, Charlie.
- Why, hello, Grace. - Hello, Mr. Jay.
How's your mother?
Admit it, you little animal.
I know you've had her here before.
Do you think the neighbors don't tell me
what goes on in this house when I go out?
What's all the screaming about?
George, I want you to come down here.
Our fine gentlemen of a son has found himself a mistress.
Mom, that's not so.
Don't lie to me!
I am not blind. I was not born yesterday.
What was Grace Caldwell doing here?
Charles?
Tell your father what Grace Caldwell
was doing here.
That sweet, refined little slut.
What's your mother talking about?
He knows what I'm talking about.
Pop...
Is it true?
Don't look at me with those cow eyes,
I want a straight yes or no answer.
Is it true?
You maniac.
Put your hands down.
Are you crazy or something?
What're you trying to do, get yourself put in jail?
She wanted me to. She asked me to.
She's a minor.
Don't you know anything about the law?
She wouldn't tell.
Wouldn't tell?
Why you bone-headed punk.
I'm not gonna waste time talking about right and wrong.
That's just for squares like your mother and me.
What do you think would happen if that girl got in trouble?
Do you think she'd be quiet then?
What if she got pregnant?
Well, that doesn't mean that I'd be the one.
What?
Well, it wouldn't!
I know another boy she's been with.
Scotty Bordener.
All right, all right.
Caldwell residence.
Just a moment, please.
Mrs. Caldwell. It's for you, Mrs. Jay.
Oh, thank you, Emma.
Hello?
Not at all, it's nice to hear from you, Mrs. Jay.
Well if you think it's that important,
I certainly want to know.
Please, go on.
Ready for bed?
Just about. I almost forgot to brush my hair.
Finish your homework?
All but the Spanish. I can do that in study hall.
Grace,
what's been going on between you and Charlie Jay?
Nothing.
I just got a call from his mother.
She told me what happened this afternoon.
I'll bet she did.
Well, I'm sorry if I was disrespectful,
but I don't like being accused of things I haven't done.
She said you and Charlie were making love.
That's a lie.
She said Charlie admitted it.
And that's a lie.
Grace, it's all very well for you
to keep saying, "That's a lie."
Mama!
We were necking. Just necking.
I don't expect to get a gold star for that,
but it's a long way from what she's talking about.
It certainly is.
She didn't even see us.
I don't know where she gets her ideas.
I just told you. From Charlie.
Charlie probably admitted we were necking,
and her dirty mind did the rest.
What do you call necking?
I told you, nothing happened.
Then why can't you discuss it calmly?
Because you won't take my word.
Baby, this is not something to argue about.
I'm worried. I want to help you.
I don't need your help.
I didn't do anything wrong, and I'm not a baby.
Grace, please.
Momma, that woman accused me
of some terrible things this afternoon,
and now she's got you believing them.
Well, I won't live in a house
where people think that about me,
so either you take my word, or I'm gonna pack and leave right now.
Very well, dear.
I'll take your word for it.
Momma.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean it.
I'd never leave you. I just said that.
Come to bed. It's late.
I love you, Momma.
I love you too, dear.
Goodnight.
Miss Grace! Miss Grace.
Hurry. Hurry.
Miss Grace.
- What happened? - I don't know.
She just keeled over.
Dr. O'Brien, please.
This is an emergency.
I've had several long talks
with your mother, Brock.
I've seen this condition develop.
You know, I've been your family doctor for many years.
The central problem is...
Well, I'll leave it up to you.
Is she any better?
Oh, she's getting her strength back, Grace.
It's slow, yes, but it's happening.
She's gonna need a full-time nurse
for the next few weeks.
And, after that,
I think maybe a little temporary change of climate
might be helpful.
Some place where it's warm and sunny.
Whatever you think, sir.
I, uh...
I heard you say something about a central problem.
It's mainly a matter of avoiding
any emotional strain.
She needs rest and quiet. Peace of mind.
The kind of things you can't order
at the corner drugstore.
We'll see that she gets them.
You're the only ones who can.
I'll drop by on the way home tomorrow.
Goodbye, Dr. O'Brien.
Goodbye, Grace.
Goodnight, Brock.
Come in the study for a minute. I want to talk to you.
Close the door.
- Oh, look, Brock... - Grace...
I don't care if Emma hears this,
but you might.
Do yourself a favor.
Dr. O'Brien just gave me quite a speech upstairs.
About you.
Oh? What about me?
And Charlie Jay and God knows who else.
That's a lie.
Then what were you and mother fighting about?
It's none of your business.
Why don't you start growing up, Grace.
Mother nearly died, you know that?
That's official. That's O'Brien talking,
so let's quit fooling around.
I didn't know it was that bad.
It is that bad.
Oh, Grace, you've got her nearly half-crazy.
She's afraid you'll turn into a tramp.
She said that?
It's what she's thinking, it has to be.
Are you in love with Charlie?
No. I hate him.
Was he the first?
Oh, look, Grace, I know this is hard to talk about.
Yes.
He was the first.
I thought I loved him,
and then I found I could feel the same way
about someone else, someone different.
Grace, that isn't love.
No.
But it's being wanted and needed and held close.
It's almost love.
Almost love?
You don't have to settle for that.
I'm not settling.
Oh, I just don't get this. You talk like a girl who's...
Who's got nothing else in her life.
- Who nobody cares about. - No, no.
Well, that's the way it sounds.
I don't care how it sounds.
When I feel that way, I can't think of anything else.
It doesn't matter who I am, or what I'm supposed to be.
Nothing matters.
I can't help it.
Grace...
I'm the last guy on earth to be giving lectures,
but you're my sister.
We've got to do something about this.
- I know. - It'll tear you to pieces.
Maybe you could talk to a doctor.
No.
No, I can't.
At least it's worth a try.
- I can't. I'm too ashamed. - Grace, look, they...
They don't give lectures, they try to help you.
You just said you can't help yourself.
All right.
All right, I'll think about it.
Maybe after Momma's better.
That could be a long time.
I said, I'd think about it.
Besides, what'll they tell me, "Control yourself?"
Not just that, no.
That's what it all comes down to.
Well, I try, Brock. I do try.
But sometimes it just doesn't work.
Grace...
From now on, it has to.
I know, Brock.
I know.
Well, I'd say it's definite. You've been stood up.
Oh, Brock. You and your big college friends.
Not my college friends.
Paul Rutherford goes to Princeton.
I thought you said the Tate boy went to Yale.
That's right, Mother, went.
He graduated the year before I got there.
What time is it?
Uh, five after 8:00.
Oh, brother.
Yes, Madame.
Well, at last, the wayfaring strangers.
Uh, blame me. I'm the heavy. We got lost.
I'm really sorry, Mrs. Caldwell.
It's good to see you, Paul.
But may I say that you're looking great.
You certainly may.
How can you get lost between Lebanon and Fort Penn?
There's only one road.
Well, it isn't easy.
Oh, uh, Mrs. Caldwell,
I'd like to present Mr. Sidney Tate.
- How do you do. - Mrs. Caldwell.
And that's Miss Grace Caldwell.
Betty Bordener, Connie Schoffstal.
And that is Brock Caldwell of the loud mouth.
Glad to meet you, Sidney.
How do you do?
Paul, you sit next to Connie. And Sidney, you sit here.
It's really my fault we're late.
I asked Paul to make a detour
so I could look at a farm, over near Cedarton.
A farm?
Yes. I... I want to buy one.
Well, if you're going into real estate around here,
city property is your best bet.
Oh, may we quote you, Mr. Kiplinger?
Well, it is.
I suppose you're right,
but this won't only be an investment.
You see, I, uh, want to live there,
actually work it.
Oh, back to the land.
In a way.
It sounds as though you have farming
in your blood, Sidney.
Oh, no, Mrs. Caldwell.
I come from a long line of Wall Street brokers.
What does your family think of this idea?
They keep telling each other I've had a nervous breakdown.
You don't strike me as the type, Sidney.
For farming?
For nervous breakdowns.
Madame.
Shall we order?
So I began thinking,
this is the biggest fullback I'd ever seen.
Was he?
No. It's just that every time he came by I was lying down.
I'm terribly sorry.
Oh, that's all right.
I think that fullback is still following you.
I'll, uh, get him on the next play.
Oh, would you mind very much,
if we watched the next play from the bench?
Whatever you say, coach.
Uh, why don't we go to the bar?
Are you old enough?
Of course I am.
That's older than you look.
I am older than I look.
Would you like to argue the point?
I wouldn't think of it.
Well, pretty thirsty out tonight.
Yes, indeed.
You stay here. I'll try to get a table.
Pardon me a second.
Excuse me.
- Jack Hollister. - Grace?
My gosh, I hardly knew you.
Why, you haven't changed.
Oh, sure I have. It's just not visible.
Where have you been?
In Philadelphia, working on a newspaper.
- I got back just last month. - Oh.
There you are.
I was afraid you'd fallen overboard.
Oh, uh, Amy, this is Grace Caldwell.
Grace, this is Amy, my wife.
How do you do?
Well, congratulations, I didn't know you were married.
Three years in August.
Well, that's great. Any children?
No, uh, not yet.
Jack, dear, do you know where I left my stole?
I think Joe has it.
Oh, excuse me.
Are you back for keeps?
Well, I hope so.
Doing what?
Well, you ought to know. I'm an employee of yours.
On the Sentinel?
Assistant City Editor.
That means I can have you fired, huh?
Oh, on the spot.
Well, I see. It all depends on how the tennis lessons go.
When do we start again?
Oh, Grace, I haven't had a tennis racket
in my hands for years.
But, if you'd really like to, sure.
Jack.
The car is waiting.
I'm sorry.
Goodnight, Grace.
Goodnight. Nice meeting you, Amy.
Yes.
Grace.
Grace, I've got two at the bar.
Champagne cocktail, please.
Yes, ma'am.
Do you have any draft beer?
Yes, sir.
Well...
Farming, draft beer.
I bet you smoke a pipe.
Would, uh, you like to try it?
Oh, wouldn't you be surprised if I did?
Yes.
Well, you got me off that hook nicely.
What's wrong?
I just saw someone I don't want to.
A boy. Is he looking?
Well, uh, which one? I've got a lot to choose from.
Tall, dark. Toward the end of the bar.
He's not only looking, he's headed this way.
Would you rather leave?
I should say not. Why should we leave?
How's it going, Grace?
Charlie Jay, Sidney Tate.
How do you do?
Yeah.
Don't I get a hello?
Hello.
I'd like to buy a little drink.
No, thank you.
Yo, Ted. Another round here.
I guess you didn't understand her, Charlie.
She said, "No thanks."
Well, I probably know Grace a little better than you.
And just because she says no, she doesn't always mean no.
Apologize.
Who do you think you...
I said apologize, or I'll tear your head off.
- For what? - Outside.
- Now, look... - Go on.
I don't want to fight you.
Then don't. It'll be over faster.
Come on come on, break it up.
All right now, that's it.
Please, please, ladies and gentleman.
Please be seated.
Everything is all right.
What happened?
He just, uh...
Forgot his manners.
Sid, we've got a two-hour drive ahead of us.
In a minute.
Listen, I'd, uh... I'd like to see you again
before you and your mother go away.
All right.
How about next weekend?
I could drive down Saturday morning.
That would be wonderful.
Well...
You're very nice, Sidney.
I'd like you to think so.
Goodnight, Grace.
It's that time again.
Oh, thank you, darling.
- Oh, I'll get it. - Thank you.
This just now arrived, Miss Caldwell.
Thank you.
Is it a bit soon to clear off the dinner things?
Uh, no. You can take them.
What's he doing in San Francisco?
Is it from Sidney?
Oh, he says his firm sent him there
on some kind of a survey.
He says, "Don't write me
any more glowing reports about the weather in Nassau.
Last night, we had two inches of rain.”
Will that be all, Miss Caldwell?
Yes, thank you.
Oh, no.
On the way out, he stopped to look at a farm in Ohio.
I had a feeling he meant business about that.
He sends his love to you
and hopes we're enjoying ourselves.
Here, you can read it.
Maybe later. My eyes are a bit tired.
Would you like to go over and listen to the music?
No, I don't think so.
Maybe later, I'll go down and take a swim.
I'm afraid this trip hasn't been
very exciting for you.
Don't be silly.
Oh, I thought there'd be more young people here.
I don't miss them.
Strange.
All of a sudden, young people seem so...
So young.
As compared with Sidney?
I guess.
You know, sometimes I...
What were you going to say?
I don't know, really.
Momma.
Grace.
Gra...
Grace, where are you?
Well, I'd just about given you up for tonight.
Momma!
Momma...
Momma.
Oh, no.
Oh, Momma.
I'm sorry.
Oh, Doctor.
Good morning, Emma.
Don't you think it's about time to take that down?
Miss Grace won't let us.
Good morning.
Good morning, Brock.
We're not due at the lawyer's office until 10:00.
Would you like a cup of coffee?
Thanks, Emma. Yes, yes. Fine.
Will Grace be coming with us?
No. She doesn't care about it.
Brock, are you keeping after her?
What do you mean?
Your mother's death simply wasn't Grace's fault.
Anyone with a heart condition like that...
I've told her. I've said until I'm hoarse.
Excuse me.
It's Mr. Tate to see Miss Grace.
I said she wasn't having any callers.
Sidney, Come in.
Hello, Brock.
Sidney Tate, this is Dr. O'Brien.
- Hello, Mr. Tate. - Doctor.
I'm sorry that, uh,
I couldn't make it here for the funeral.
Grace showed me your letter. It was very thoughtful.
- How is she? - Not bad.
Paul wrote me that she was having
a pretty rough time.
For a while there.
Would you like a cup of coffee?
No, thanks. Brock, I'd like to see her.
- Well... - It's important.
She's up in her room.
Do you want to tell her I'm here?
Why don't you tell her?
- All right, I will. - Goodbye, Doctor.
Mr. Tate.
Hi.
Sidney.
How are you?
Did you come all the way from San Francisco?
All the way.
Momma saved everything I ever wrote her.
Hey,
let's take a ride somewhere.
I don't think so, Sidney.
Come on.
I want to talk to you.
It's beautiful.
That's the house that my father was born in.
We used to come here every summer.
Don't you miss it?
No.
It wasn't the same after he died.
He used to take us riding,
and we'd go swimming in the lake.
Made us work, too.
You sound proud of that.
I am.
You know, my place wouldn't fit into one corner of this.
You bought a farm?
I'm gonna make an offer on the one in Ohio
that I wrote you about.
That's the main reason I'm here.
To see what you think of the idea.
What idea?
Living on a farm.
Would you marry me, Grace? And live on a farm?
I'm in love with you, Grace.
Maybe I... Maybe I picked the wrong time. Huh?
No.
I thought about it.
I guess I even dreamed about it.
Don't you think that your mother
would have approved?
She would've thrown her hat in the air.
Well, what's wrong?
Sidney, I have to tell you something.
I love you, and I think I could make you very happy.
God knows I'd try but...
Well, I've done some foolish things,
some bad things.
They weren't meant to be bad but...
Well, I guess you know what I mean.
Why did you tell me that?
Because I had to be honest.
I think with you I could find the kind of life
I'm looking for.
I know how much I need love and how much I have to give.
I'm ready to give all my love to you, Sidney.
But I had to tell you.
I'd still like an answer.
Sidney, I'd be proud to marry you.
You won't mind living on a farm?
Not if you're there.
- Sidney... - Uh-huh.
Listen. And... And don't get angry.
I won't get angry.
- Why Ohio? - What?
This is here. It's mine. Brock gets the house in town.
Oh, no. No.
Why not?
This is your farm.
Well, you could buy it.
It would take years.
Well, we've got all our lives. 14.
No.
Well, let's go take a look at it.
- That can't hurt. - It won't make any difference.
Then it can't hurt. Come on.
- Grace, now wait. - Come on.
Thank you, ma'am.
Excuse me, please.
Watch it. Mine cup runneth over.
I've got hot stuff here. I've got the bride and groom.
Smile.
Well...
I didn't think you'd want to forget this.
Oh, surely not. Thank you.
Now, just the bride and groom, please.
Oh, Mr. Tate, how about a refill?
Well, 12's usually my limit, but, uh, just this once.
Oh, good. I'll lead you to the well.
Ready.
Tell me, uh... Where are you...
Where are you two staying in New York?
- Uh, the Waldorf... - The Plaza.
Then I thought we'd drive up to Maine for a week or so.
It's a little early in the season,
but Dad's had the cottage opened.
The cottage, he calls it. I've seen pictures of it.
You can play soccer in the bathroom.
All right, come on, come on.
I gave the girl away, now get her out of here.
I'm due back the hospital in half an hour.
Go.
Oh, gone.
- Goodbye. - Goodbye.
You look lovely, dear.
It was a beautiful wedding.
Congratulations, Sidney.
- All the best. - Thank you.
Thank you very much. Cheers.
Oh. Awfully pretty.
Thank you.
All brides aren't, you know. Beautiful.
I have covered enough weddings to be an expert.
Whatever happened to our tennis game?
Frankly, I was afraid you might beat me.
Oh, any old time.
I get to kiss the bride?
No waiting.
I think I'm getting fresh.
Not you.
Am I interrupting?
Of course not. Excuse me.
Making up for lost time?
Amy, she's an old friend.
Wipe your mouth.
Wait for me, will you?
I heard you the first time.
Momma, Momma, we're running late.
Where's your cape and gown?
Cap and gown.
Oh, aren't we educated...
I can't wait to see it.
You'll see it when I wear it.
Roger...
Roger, I'm so proud today.
- Oh... - Come on, now, Mom.
Mom, we're running late.
Graduation starts in 15 minutes.
All right. I'm ready.
Ready.
I thought you was in such a hurry.
I am.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Oh, what some people won't do to get a farm.
No.
I told you if you threw it out one more time,
it would stay out.
All right, one more time.
This is the last.
That's not nice.
Roger Bannon's here to see Mr. Sidney.
Who?
You remember Mrs. Bannon?
He's her son. He came to see about some work on the farm.
Oh, yes.
I told him Mr. Sidney wasn't back yet
but he said he didn't mind waiting.
- Thank you, Emma. - Welcome.
That's a good boy.
That's my baby.
Mrs. Tate, I'm Roger Bannon.
How do you do?
Hope I didn't frighten you.
No. Not at all.
I, uh, thought I'd take a look at the barn
before your husband got home.
Oh, well, I'm sure he wouldn't mind.
You don't remember me, do you?
Yes, I think I do.
Well, I've been in the Army the last three years.
The Engineer Corps.
How nice.
Oh, boy.
That's a fine looking boy you have there.
How old is he?
Two.
Hello, champ. How you doing?
I never got a chance to tell you
how sorry I am about your mother.
Thank you.
I don't suppose you'd like to show me the barn?
What?
Well, I don't know my way around here very well.
I'm sorry I'm late, Bannon.
Have I kept you waiting long?
Oh, no problem. Just got here.
- Good. - Hello, darling.
- Any calls, honey? - No. No calls.
You know I stopped into the bank today
to make another payment.
I don't think that Brock likes his new job very much.
Well, if he doesn't, he can always promote himself.
Have you seen the barn yet?
No, not yet.
Well, you'll notice that the...
whole southwest corner seems to be settling.
I don't know whether it's the foundation,
or the ground underneath, or what.
Well, why don't we take a look at it?
Nice seeing you, Mrs. Tate.
Goodbye, Mr. Bannon.
You'll notice that the floor is sagging at that end.
Also that the beams up on the roof
seem to be splitting, too.
All quiet in the royal suite?
His highness is a deep sleeper.
You know,
the more I think of it,
I don't see how he can break even.
- Who? - Bannon.
He's only charging $1,500 to fix the barn.
Then why's he doing it?
Because he's a smart Irishman.
He must've gone in pretty deep
to start that construction company.
Right now, the best thing he can do is
line up a lot of satisfied customers.
Next time around,
they'll pay off like slot machines.
Elsie Martindale called tonight,
hinting about the carnival.
The women's auxiliary wants
to give it here again this year. Do you mind?
Not if you don't.
We're getting to be an institution.
That was the idea all along.
Not in the mood, my lady?
What do you mean, not in the mood?
Sidney?
Let's take Billy and go up to the cottage for awhile.
Sidney?
I love you.
I'll always love you.
All right, you can start pouring now, Mike.
- Who's that? - Huh?
That man.
Oh, that's Roger Bannon.
What's he staring at?
I can't imagine.
Grace, is everything all right?
What do you mean?
You know.
Certainly.
Oh, are we going to sit here all day,
or are we going shopping?
Mrs. Tate, do you know where I can find your husband?
He's not here.
Well, uh... You going into town?
Yes.
Well, my truck broke down, I have to get to the office,
I wonder if you can give me a lift.
If it isn't too much trouble.
No trouble at all, Mr. Bannon.
Thanks.
- Seven miles. - What?
Well, we've been driving for seven miles,
haven't said a word.
I clocked it.
Must be some kind of record.
I wouldn't know.
Doesn't it suggest anything to you?
Only that we have nothing to talk about.
Or that we're not the talking kind.
You've got a delicate sense of humor, Grace.
Who told you, you could call me Grace?
You did.
Just now, with that smile.
Your office is on Kohler Street, isn't it?
That's right.
Go down Oakwood, and turn right.
Before I thank you for the ride,
there's something I'd like to tell you.
I'm late now, Mr. Bannon,
Your thanks are all I have time for.
This won't take long.
I have to go.
When I'm finished.
All right.
All right, you win.
You get your dull little story off your big manly chest.
But you make it fast, huh?
Right.
From the first time I saw you,
and that was five years ago,
when I worked for Lannagan and Doyle,
I haven't been able to stop looking.
Not that I wanted to stop.
Looking at you became one of the big pleasures of my life.
Maybe the biggest.
It got so I had you memorized,
but I didn't realize that
until I was overseas for awhile.
Then, all the other things began to get hazy.
But I could close my eyes and see you just as clear.
Not only your face,
everything.
Even the way the back of your legs look
when you walk away.
And all that time I've been wanting you.
And I guess,
I'll probably go on wanting you
until they shovel me into the ground.
Here's your keys.
Well, the next time something like that happens
don't call just any garage, get hold of Jim Garrity.
Even if it's only a flat?
Well, that's my point,
you can't be sure it's only a flat.
Did they look at the axle?
Yes, and there didn't seem to be anything wrong with it.
Well, Bannon doesn't sound like he was much help.
I told you he wasn't there, I'd already dropped him off.
Well, how about Thursday?
I'll see. I'll call you.
When?
As soon as I know my plans.
And who makes those for you?
I do.
And when I know what they are, I'll let you know.
Now let's don't argue, it's been a lovely afternoon.
Yeah, sure, what there was of it.
You know lately, it's been like
you've been in such a damn rush.
If I don't get these
to the Sentinel office by five o'clock
they won't be in tomorrow's paper.
Charity bazaars.
Well, it's my only excuse for being out today.
Okay, okay.
Wish I had a drink.
I thought you didn't like to drink.
That'll give you an idea of how good I feel.
You know, once in a while I'd like some time
for a little conversation.
I'm pretty good at that, too.
Mmm-hmm... Speak.
Well, maybe a hand of pinochle.
Cut the cards.
I deal.
You'll mess my face again.
Grace...
I'm crazy about you.
I'll be in touch.
Thank you.
Grace.
Come on in.
- Good to see you. - Thank you.
- How've you been? - Fine.
But we haven't seen much of you lately, Jack.
Well, I've been hiding my light under a bushel.
And the name of that bushel is the Fort Penn Sentinel.
Your father would have been very proud of you.
Maybe.
Well, people say it's better now
than when he was running it.
Which would make him sore, but not necessarily proud.
Jack, the reason I'm here...
I know, I know.
The annual spasm of the upper crust
for the underprivileged.
Oh, dear, does it look that bad?
Hmm, charity's charity.
How're you going to make it look like anything else?
Well, maybe we shouldn't publicize it so much.
If you didn't, nobody'd come.
Jack, will you come this year? You know, you never have.
I'll make you a deal.
I have to be here working half the night,
so I need a second wind.
If you'll join me downstairs for a drink,
I'll not only come, I'll bring the family savings.
Agreed.
Oh, there's nothing for lifting up the heart
like a double martini.
Well, you went twice, that makes a quadruple martini.
You're a scorekeeper.
Let me make sure I've got this all straight now.
Thursday night the Publicity Committee,
8:30, your office, huh?
Yeah, and you tell them to be sure to wear shoes,
we're going to have a photographer there.
Jack, you remember the time I beat Eileen Young
in the junior singles playing barefoot?
I sure do.
- Grace? - Huh?
Drive carefully, it's rush hour.
I will. Goodbye, Jack.
Goodbye.
See you Thursday.
Looking for something?
Oh, just a list with some things on it,
for the carnival.
Well, look at my big boy, with the his sleepy eyes.
Come on, time for night-night.
- Say goodnight to Daddy. - Goodnight.
That's a good boy.
That's a good boy, come on.
Time to go to bed.
Come on, here we go!
Into the crib like a nice big boy.
That's right.
Goodnight, sweetheart.
- Goodnight. - Goodnight, darling.
I've got some more work to do on the books.
Don't stay up too late.
Hello?
Hello, is Mr. Bannon there?
He's not in, just now.
Who's calling?
Oh, never mind. Thank you.
Miss Grace?
No, no, thank you.
Mr. Sidney?
After one of your lunches, I'll need it to stay awake.
Oh, why, thank you.
Oh, dear, I'm running out of white index cards.
I'm gonna have to pick up some more in town.
You know what?
I'm a very happy man.
Are you, Sidney?
I've got you, and Billy,
a farm that's almost paid for. Now, what else is there?
Nothing.
Don't tell me, you're happy too.
Let's make ourselves a promise.
That we'll always be as happy as we are right now.
I promise.
Miss Grace? Telephone.
Oh, dear.
Do you want Emma to leave supper for you?
Oh, I don't think so.
I'll get something before the meeting.
I should be home by 10:00.
- Goodbye. - Bye.
Hello?
Hello, who is this?
Who do you think it is?
What do you mean, calling here?
I thought maybe you forgot my number.
I can't talk now.
When can I see you?
You can't.
Not anymore.
Listen, Roger, did I leave...
Grace...
I saw you with that guy from the paper the other day.
You go to hell.
Grace?
Thank you.
Well, that does it, ladies.
Jack, could we have a few extra copies
for the club bulletin board?
Sure. Jim?
Uh, make up a dozen glossies
and have them on my desk tomorrow, will you?
- You bet, Mr. Hollister. - Thank you.
You girls may not know it,
but there happens to be a bar downstairs.
So who's for a nightcap?
Oh, hallelujah.
You have not yet given me
the list of the prizes that were donated.
- Oh, yeah... - Yeah.
See you downstairs, Grace?
Oh, I don't think so, Elsie, I'm bushed.
But you be at my house, tomorrow night at 8:00
with those tickets, or all your money, and no excuses.
I swear by Hippocrates.
- Good night, Mr. Hollister. - Good night, Miss Martindale.
Good night, ladies.
I've, uh...
Got a little private stock, in case you're interested.
I am very interested.
Scotch or Bourbon?
Oh, Scotch.
Let's see now, Meyers' Haberdashery,
one power mower.
Oh, no, that can't be right.
Oh, oh, Meyers' Hardware.
Elsie's handwriting is a thing of beauty.
Carter Leather Goods, one four-piece set of...
Something like... What is that, Jack?
Matched. Matched luggage.
Oh, matched luggage, I should have known that.
Crowly Florists...
No...
Four dozen turnip bulls?
No, tulip bulbs.
Oh, tulip bulbs, thank you.
Grace...
Jack, I can't.
Would you, uh...
Like to slap my face?
Of course not.
Still friends?
Will Sidney and I see you tomorrow night?
"Sidney and 1," that sounds very married.
I hope so.
Yes, I'll be there.
Goodnight, Jack.
You idiot.
I almost hit you.
I'm okay.
Have you been drinking?
Emma said you'd be in town tonight.
You called the house again?
Aw, don't worry.
I told her it was about some work for my mother.
I wanted to apologize.
It's not important.
It's important to me.
I'm in love with you.
- Oh, Roger, both of us... - Sure, I know.
We started off like a couple of animals.
But it's not like that anymore.
It's you I miss.
I mean, wanting to be with you,
to talk to you, to laugh with you.
Oh, Grace, I need you.
I need you!
Roger...
Now look... Look, we'll get... We'll get married.
I swear, I never in my life asked a woman
to marry me before.
Roger, both of us knew what this was.
I couldn't stay away from you. All right, that's my fault.
But I've got a husband and a son that I love.
Who are you kidding?
Let go of me!
I get it now.
You've just found yourself another stud,
now I'm supposed to get lost!
Get away from me.
Slut!
You slut!
You rich lousy slut!
Hi.
How was the meeting?
Okay.
But it sure is nice to be home.
Where did you find Squeaky?
On the floor as usual.
Billy's been howling his head off for him.
Well, shall we make a formal presentation?
No, we'll just put it in his crib.
Then tomorrow we can say the sandman brought him.
- Hello, Mary. - Why, Mrs. Hollister.
I'd like to see my husband.
Well, I'm afraid he isn't back yet.
Mrs. Hollister...
I wouldn't lie to you.
Where is he? Out having
another innocent drink with Grace Tate?
Mrs. Hollister...
Don't look so shocked. She's been after him for years.
Well, he said he was going over to Cedarville
to interview the new Assembly man.
Sure.
Help! Please! Help!
- Where's it coming from? - Number four.
Sounds like someone's killing her!
Call the cops.
Help! Please! Help!
Somebody help!
Whores! You're all whores.
Leave her alone!
Oh, make him stop. Make him stop!
Please! Oh, please!
That's him in the truck!
Hello.
Yes, just one moment, please.
A shopping center out in Claremont.
They want about one million dollars...
Excuse me, Mr. Hollister, you're wanted on the telephone.
Do you know who it is?
Somebody from the paper. He says it's important.
Thank you.
You mean, we really sold that many tickets?
- Hello? - Yeah, Lew...
Are you sure she said Caldwell?
Well, where's the girl now?
No, no, no, no, you did the right thing, Lew. Now...
Stick with her. I'll be there in 10 minutes.
Yeah.
Jack.
Do you have to leave?
Yes.
Is something wrong?
There won't be if we're lucky, Mrs. Tate.
Apparently you are not as married as I thought.
Grace?
Brock, what is going on here?
Would you mind showing me the model
of the concession booth again?
Just listen...
Roger Bannon's dead.
Well, that tells me the rest of it.
What happened?
Hollister just got a call from one of his reporters.
Apparently Bannon was beating up
some girl in a roadhouse.
They called the police,
and he was killed trying to get away.
His car went off the road.
Oh, my God.
The girl says he kept yelling your name
while he was hitting her.
And a lot of other nice things about you.
- Brock, listen, I... - Grace...
The point is that so far the reporter's been able
to keep her from saying it to the police.
Now, I told Hollister to go out there
and make sure that she doesn't, but there's no guarantee.
I know, Brock.
Thank you.
Grace...
I only wish that...
I could've been some real help to you
back when it might've counted.
Welcome home!
I knew you'd want me to wait up for you!
Thank you, that was very thoughtful.
Wasn't it, though?
Where've you been?
Working.
You weren't working at the paper,
I know that much.
And how do you know that much?
Because I called there.
A little detective work?
Oh, I'd need a lot of detectives
to know what's going on!
Amy, there is nothing going on except in your head.
You weren't the Tates', either.
You called there?
Yes, I called there.
Why shouldn't I call there if I want to?
You called there after how many of those?
I don't know. I lost count!
We don't have much left, do we, Amy?
I suppose that's my fault.
Do you know what I did tonight?
I don't want to hear any more lies.
Oh, why... Why should I bother!
You don't give a damn about me!
I set myself up for life in this town
and it doesn't mean a thing!
I do give a damn about you, Amy.
Just barely a damn.
But that's not enough to hold a marriage together!
It's Grace Tate, isn't it?
It could've been.
You're not going to leave me for that tramp!
- No, I'm not. - You're not, Jack!
I won't let you! I won't let you, Jack!
I won't.
Well, that looks like everything.
You sure it can be set up in time?
Oh, yeah, Mrs. Tate. No problem.
Fine. My husband will give you a check
as soon as he gets back, if that's all right?
Yep.
- Here you are. Thank you. - Thank you.
And since it is not the editorial policy
of the Sentinel
to engage in matters of this sort, I...
Mr. Hollister's office.
Yes, Mrs. Hollister.
I'm sorry, but he's gone for the day.
Mary, could you please tell me where he's staying?
Mrs. Hollister, I can't.
Well, could you give me his phone number??
Well, he said I shouldn't.
All right.
- Mrs. Bannon. - Mr. Tate.
I got your letter.
- Won't you come in? - Thank you.
It's after 5:00.
Shouldn't you be getting dressed?
Oh, uh, I told Billy he could stay up
for the start of the carnival. Was that all right?
Sure.
Sidney...
Is anything wrong?
Do you remember a Miss, uh, Mildred Kimmel?
Who?
Her name was in the paper.
She's the girl Roger Bannon
was with the night he got killed.
What about her?
Well, I...
Read the clipping again this afternoon. His, uh...
mother cut it out and saved it.
- Bannon's mother? - Yes.
I know, Grace.
What?
I said, I know.
- You know what? - About Bannon.
- Sidney, what are you talking... - Now, don't...
Don't do that! I have been enough of a fool.
Don't try to make a bigger one out of me!
Darling, I swear.
All right, then what... What was he doing with this?
His mother found it in his room.
That was after Miss Kimmel came around yesterday afternoon
and tried to squeeze some money out of her.
Not for the doctor bills, of course.
I understand that Brock paid those.
Sidney, you'll have to take my word.
Stop lying!
Now, she recognized your voice once when you called him.
Get it through your head. I know!
All right now, let's, uh, start from there.
Sidney, please let me try and make you understand.
All right, Grace, you try to make me understand.
I never loved him.
Not for a second!
I don't know how it happened.
I love you always.
That day I drove him into town, he wanted me.
I knew it, he told me so.
It just happened. I couldn't help myself.
What about the other times?
You had to work it out, make plans, didn't you?
Yes.
So you knew what you were doing?
Yes, but...
But you went ahead and did it anyhow.
I know.
I know it was selfish and awful.
But no matter what I've done, I love you.
I love you, can't you understand that?
I'm not able to understand the kind of love
that can turn around in a minute
and kick your guts out.
There's no love or regret here.
You're just sorry you got caught.
No, it was over.
This one was over.
All of it for good. I know.
How?
Do you think I couldn't have had other women
since we've been married?
And a few that might surprise you.
All I had to do was make the right noises.
If you had, I'd try to forgive you.
Well, I didn't.
So your forgiveness won't be needed.
And the reason I didn't doesn't make me a saint.
But in this world you either learn
a set of rules or you don't.
And if you learn them, you stick, by them.
They may be no damn good, as rules go,
but they're all you've got.
Well, you said to hell with the rules
and to hell with me.
So, Grace, the hell with you!
We'll get through tonight somehow,
but tomorrow it's goodbye. And I'm taking Billy with me.
Sidney!
For God's sake, you can't leave me!
I'm sorry, I can't live like this.
I love you, but with any luck that'll pass.
It can't!
I won't let it!
You and Billy are all I've got in this world.
I know myself.
I know what'll happen if you leave me.
Never... Never any love, any meaning, any feeling!
Is that so different from the way
it's been up till now?
You know it is!
I told you about myself
when you asked me to marry you.
I risked losing you to do it because I loved you.
Doesn't that count anything?
Do our whole lives have to go up in smoke
because I made one foolish mistake?
How do I now it's only been one?
Bannon!
On my life I swear it, Sidney, just Bannon!
There you go, knock 'em down!
Everybody plays
and the wheel of fortune spins round and round...
Well, hello there, young fella!
Hello, Doctor.
Seven pounds three ounces. I never forget a face.
- How are you, Sidney? - Fine, thanks.
Excuse me, Mr. Sidney. It's eight o'clock.
Oh, thanks, Emma.
Good night, Son.
Yeah, I thought it was past your bedtime.
Goodnight. Come on, Billy, it's sleepy time.
Where's Grace?
I saw her with Brock just a few minutes ago.
Over there.
Grace, I hope it works out.
I don't know.
It will.
It has to.
Did you invite Amy Hollister?
Well, no. I thought you said they were separated.
That's what I understood.
Amy, I'm glad you could come.
Where's my husband?
- What? - You heard me.
Well, isn't he with you?
You know damn well he's not!
Where is he?
Amy, why don't we go outside? Huh?
What's the matter? You afraid of your reputation?
I'm trying not to embarrass you.
I don't have anything to be embarrassed about.
I'm not sleeping with somebody else's husband.
Amy, listen, why don't we go out...
Get your hands off me! I'll say whatever I want.
You shut up!
You steal somebody else's husband,
and she's supposed to shut up!
You don't have that much money, you tramp!
You're crazy!
He admitted it!
He admitted it.
He admitted it!
Sidney!
It isn't true. I swear it.
Sidney!
Oh, my God.
Sidney...