About Mrs. Leslie
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- 1954
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How many days in your life
can you remember?
As you grow older and lonelier,
you remember more and more
of them.
This day started for me
like every new day,
and then I noticed what
had happened to the flowers,
and I felt somehow today
would be different.
Mrs. Leslie!
Oh, you're up early
this morning, croffman.
Well, I was just coming over
to see you.
The most terrible thing
has happened.
The most terrible things
are always happening to you,
croffman.
But this is really terrible.
You know that lovely...
not so loud.
My roomers aren't up yet.
Well, that bouffant I made
for the little creighton girl...
Well, she's up in Santa Barbara
to be married
in the mission there,
and her mother just called,
and the aisle in the mission
is too narrow for the hoops.
Well, can't she walk sideways
like a crab?
Everything's a joke to you.
But I have to go up there,
and I might not be back
until 2:
00, 3:00 in the morning.I don't know
what to do about pixie.
She can't stay alone
until that hour.
Well, when I was 16,
I didn't need any babysitter.
She has a date tonight
after dinner,
and if I could send over
some chops for her,
if it's all right.
Croffman, you kill me.
A girl old enough
to wear a sweater,
and she can't even broil a chop.
I'd be ashamed
at not having taught her.
- Pixie's such a baby.
- Yeah.
Well, you send her over,
and I'll try and keep everything
on a high plain.
I won't even let her see me
set the table.
I'll just let her think
it comes that way.
Well, I'll leave a note
for her.
- Mrs. Leslie.
- I don't want to wake her.
Good morning, miss roland.
Don't you worry about pixie.
You just run along
and be the schiaparelli
of Santa Barbara.
I'm going to Santa Barbara.
I'm sorry to bother you,
Mrs. Leslie.
Oh, that's all right.
Croffman was just going.
Bye, croffman.
Everybody's up early today.
The gentleman
in the room next to mine,
I think he's sick.
He's been upchucking
for about an hour or so.
Oh, well,
why didn't you say that?
Well, I said he was sick.
But sick can mean anything.
He'll get over it.
They always do.
But he sounds really ill.
Appendicitis
sometimes starts that way.
Take my advice, miss roland.
Let sleeping dogs lie
and hangovers hang.
But how do you know
he has a hangover?
The way he drove in here
last night.
Take a look outside.
There's a tire mark across
every flower along the drive.
Well, aren't you going
to go upstairs
and see what it really is?
Oh, I know what it is.
I learned the hard way.
People who play nursemaids
to drunks are fools.
I had a father who was one.
Yes?
Pressview 5-4124.
Oh, all right, yes.
Hold the wire.
I'll tell him.
The pooles.
Oh, Mrs. Leslie,
is it for us?
Yes, it's the hospital.
They want you to come
just as soon as you can.
Tell them, please.
We'll be right out.
- Is it about Karen, dear?
- Yes, dear.
We've got to hurry.
I gave them the message.
They'll be over
just as soon as they can.
Poor man.
I feel more sorry for him
than her somehow.
There's nothing
can be done about it.
Their daughter's
had another sinking spell.
The hospital doesn't think
she'll last the day.
Must be unbearable.
I've never lost anyone.
You get over it.
Oh, I'm sorry, Mrs. Leslie.
Oh, that's all right,
miss roland.
You get over it, eventually.
Oh, oh.
Mr. McKay?
Mr. McKay?
Mr. McKay?
Mr. McKay.
What do you want?
I'm Nadine roland, next door.
I want to help you.
Have you got a temperature?
Look, leave me alone, lady.
I'll be okay.
I have some tea in my room.
It might help.
No, no, thanks.
No tea.
I'll be okay now.
Tea, uh, uh.
I don't care for any, thanks.
Maybe this'll help.
- What time is it?
- Round 7:
30.You're pretty darn nice.
I'll have to do this
for you sometime.
Don't worry about it.
It's been done for me.
You?
I wake you up?
I had to get up early anyway.
It's a big day for me, I hope.
I have an audition.
I'm sorry I woke you up.
I'm sorry to be a nuisance.
You sound like a man
with a reason to get fractured.
I've got reasons
I haven't even used yet.
You better go now.
Go on, beat it.
Oh, did I say thanks?
It's all right.
You're nice.
Oh, I said that, didn't I?
Remind me to meet you sometime.
Can't take advice, huh?
I can't take suffering,
even other people's.
In my business, you can't
afford to get involved.
You've got to be a spectator.
I've never seen you
do this before.
Well, it's for the pooles.
I thought you and your husband
would like a little coffee
before you left.
That's thoughtful,
Mrs. Leslie,
but we better not take the time.
Herbert's ready.
But it only takes a minute.
We'd better hurry.
Thank you so much.
It's very thoughtful of you.
I hope everything turns out
all right.
Yes.
Try and pour some of this down
Mr. McKay.
- I'll try.
- Black, no sugar and cream.
Keep the door open.
Good morning, Mrs. Leslie.
Good morning.
I, um... i brought
the coffee cups down.
Thanks.
She's a nice girl, isn't she?
Good instincts.
I was in no condition to tell.
The coffee helped.
I noticed.
You didn't even
cut yourself shaving.
Mr. McKay,
you probably don't realize it,
but when you drove in here
last night,
I don't think
you hit the cement once.
You know, flowers don't grow
wild, even in California.
I'm sorry.
How much?
Oh, I don't expect
you to pay for them.
I'd just like you to be a little
more careful in the future.
You know, it takes time
and effort to grow flowers.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Leslie.
I'll be more careful.
I wish you would.
They add so much
to the appearance of the house.
Beverly hills wouldn't be nearly
as lovely without its flowers.
Mrs. Leslie,
whenever I'm stopped
for speeding or something,
I always tell the cop,
"okay, give me the ticket,
but no lecture, please."
So tell me what you want:
Money, blood?
Just tell me.
Don't lecture.
You're quite a man,
aren't you, Mr. McKay?
You're not afraid of anything,
cops or landladies
or anything in the world.
All I meant was...
Okay, I'll be more careful
about the flowers next time,
Mrs. Leslie.
I'm sorry.
I'm watching.
Isn't that the car
I gave your brother?
Be nice to him, darling,
for mother's sake.
Happy Birthday, mom.
Landon, I knew you'd come.
I told felice you'd come.
What's this?
Well, open it.
Landy, you haven't said hello
to Lewis and your sister.
Hi, felice, Lewis.
Try and be more pleasant.
It's aimez-moi.
When you were
in the perfume department,
I remembered
that was your favorite.
Thank you, dear.
Thank you.
LAN, darling,
where have you been hiding?
You look fine, sis,
real nervous.
It's just an expression.
I wish you'd come back
to live with us, LAN.
Lewis is terribly upset
about the way you ran out.
I've never seen him so hurt.
I'll see
he gets a purple heart.
Get the chip
off your shoulder, LAN.
Try and understand Lewis.
He wants to love you.
He wants to help you.
"He wants. He wants."
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