A Summer Place Page #6

I don't know.

Well, I guess I don't have any

at the moment.

I mean, well, I figure there's gonna be

another war sometime...

But you'll need an education

to fight a war...

...even if it does come.

You'd want to be an officer,

wouldn't you? A leader?

No, sir.

For heaven's sake, why not?

Well, because I don't even know where I'm

going, let alone leading somebody else.

Class dismissed.

- Hello?

- Hello, Molly?

- Johnny?

- Yes, it's me, down in Virginia.

I know, the operator said

it was long distance.

Look, we're having

this big Halloween dance down here...

...and I was wondering

if you could come.

No, I can't, Johnny.

Mama won't even let me write to you,

let alone see you.

- You're not gonna stop?

- No, never.

It's awful not seeing you.

It's that way with me too, Johnny.

You know, if I only had something

to bank on.

I feel lost.

My father and your mother

are getting married.

Yeah, I know.

They sure deserve each other.

You know, Johnny, when I think about it,

I actually get sick.

I mean, actually sick to my stomach.

Gee, it's lonely here, Molly.

Look, are you going back to Buffalo

for Christmas?

- Yes.

- All right, listen.

You know, Dad would never know...

...if I took a day more to get to Pine Island

en route home.

Could I come up to Buffalo

and meet you?

No, Johnny.

Mama would never let me see you.

She hates you.

She'd call the police or worse.

Well, gee, isn't there some place?

I mean, it seems like almost a year

since we...

Yes. There's this big Episcopal church

near the station.

It has a big old cross in front.

And it's even dark inside,

so no one would see us.

All right, I'll be there.

December 21 st, 9 a.m.

Deposit $ 2 for three minutes, please.

I don't have $2, operator.

Could 50 cents give us any longer?

- No, sir.

- Bye, Johnny. I'll write.

This tree should last at least 10 years.

It's solid plastic.

Molly, I'd prefer to go Christmas shopping

with you.

I'd prefer to buy my Christmas presents

alone, Mother.

- You going to buy one for your father?

- No.

- Did you send him a card?

- No.

Did you send one to John Hunter?

Yes.

I thought I told you not to write to him.

After all, it is rather bad form...

...to write to the son

of your father's mistress.

You must never forget

what kind of a woman she is.

And his father, although he does come

from a good family, is a drunkard.

All that's got nothing to do with Johnny.

Darling, there is such a thing

as bad blood.

- It's a scientific fact that bad...

- Johnny is not bad!

He's gentle and good.

He may not show it yet...

...but if you read between the lines

of his...

Have you been reading my letters?

You have.

It's a mother's duty, darling. You must try

to remember that Mother knows best.

No, you don't.

I don't think you know what's best

for Papa, for me or for anybody...

...including yourself.

Johnny's letters were all I had

to live for...

...and now you've even made them dirty.

- Hello, Molly.

- Hello, Johnny.

I thought the church would be empty.

Pardon me, are you members

of the wedding party?

No, were... No, I'm sorry.

- Where can we go?

- We'll find a place.

Do you care if I kiss you right here

in front of God and everybody?

I can't wait either.

It is, Mother, it's Molly Jorgenson.

And that's her secret love from Pine Island,

the boy that was in the papers.

Hi, Molly.

Merry Christmas.

Are they friends of yours?

The biggest gossip in my class

at Briarwood.

The only one who can out-yak her

is her mother.

And, Johnny,

she's my mother's bridge partner.

- I should've waited to kiss you.

- Oh, no, I couldn't wait either.

Johnny, let's do it again right now.

Where have you been?

- At a motel.

- A motel with John Hunter?

We had a lot of things to talk over.

And I knew I couldn't bring him here.

So you went to a motel?

Don't make it sound like a house

of ill repute, Mother. All we did was talk.

Or do you wanna call another doctor

to prove it?

Merry Christmas, Mama.

As I've always said...

...you are your father's daughter.

He seems to think he can buy you back.

He sent you this mink coat for Christmas.

It'll come in handy

on cold nights in motels.

They're not here.

If the kids don't answer our letters...

...what makes you think they'd show up

for our wedding?

I'd hoped against hope

that they might surprise us.

I'm glad now

we didn't invite anyone else.

Maybe they're inside.

Dearly beloved, we are gathered together

here in the sight of God...

...and in the presence

of these witnesses...

...to join this man and this woman

in holy matrimony.

- And ask you to the dance?

How can you...? Do they...?

Man in the hall! Man in the hall!

Man in the hall!

Listen, shut the door.

- Do you want my comb?

- Have you got my bobby pins?

No, but...

Come in.

Hello, baby.

Hello.

May I come in?

Am I interrupting anything?

No, I was just memorizing a poem

I wrote.

Mind if I read it?

No.

Excuse me while I...

Know what I was doing

while I drove here?

I was memorizing too.

Yeah.

I was memorizing

what I was gonna say to you.

Seems sort of silly,

but I wanted to say the right things.

Sylvia and I are married.

We bought this beach house

in the hopes that you might visit.

We can easily understand how hard

what happened was on you and Johnny.

But I feel this foolishness of your refusing

to answer any of my letters...

...has gone far enough.

This poem shows you're a mature

and sensitive young lady.

You've grown up a lot.

Do you propose to avoid your father

for the rest of your life?

Sylvia's writing about the same thing

to Johnny...

...who's being just about as difficult

as you are.

Now, I propose this, baby:

That you and Johnny come down and spend

your spring vacation with us at the beach...

...just lying around in the sun

and getting back to normal for two weeks.

Haven't we all had enough

of hating lately?

What do you say, darling?

Are you your old man's daughter or not?

- Mama says I am.

- And you?

What does your heart say?

I don't listen to it anymore.

Maybe you'll find it again at the beach.

I'm gonna be terribly disappointed

if you don't come.

Will you try? Will you let me know?

Please come, Molly.

We need each other.

Please.

The thought of my daughter

spending two weeks...

...under the same roof with my husband

and that harlot.

Mrs. Jorgenson, let me warn you...

...the use of that term

is no longer legally defensible.

She is, in the eyes of the law, his wife.

That does not alter the fact that she is one.

Utterly lacking in morals.

Her son will be there too.

Heaven knows what kind of license

they'll encourage, even permit.

- What do you wish me to do?

- Get a court order forbidding this visit.

But the court has already ordered...

...that Molly be permitted to visit her father

one month each year if she wishes.

That's the court's stupid mistake.

Mrs. Jorgenson, let me warn you,

if you attempt to block the court order...

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