All That Heaven Allows Page #5

Egyptian fashion.

I knew you felt that way in theory.

Theory and action should be one.

Don't worry, Mother.|We're all for it.

Oh, darlings.

Hey, save that for Harvey.

Harvey?

Well, it isn't Harvey.|It... It's Ron Kirby.

You know him.|At least you've met him.

The only Kirby I know|is old Kirby the gardener.

- Last I heard, he was dead.|- Ron is his son.

Mother, is this a joke or something?

- No, it isn't a joke, Ned.|- But, Mother, you can't...

There's no point in approaching this|emotionally. Let's try to be objective.

us!

Just the same. Now, Mother, have you|introduced him to any of your friends?

[Ned]|Yeah, what does Sara think?

Well, Sara's invited us|to a cocktail party tonight.

I wanted you to know him first,|so I asked Ron to come early...

for a drink,|one of your special martinis.

This is no time for martinis.

Mother, why did you keep|this whole affair such a secret?

Because subconsciously|you were afraid he wouldn't fit in?

Why, Ron has no intentions|of fitting in, Kay.

He's quite content|with his life the way it is.

- Mother, the whole thing is impossible.|- You don't know him.

- We know the type.|- And we know you, Mother.

[Doorbell Ringing]|- Suppose that's him now.

You must realize how|important this is to me.

I'm relying on both of you|to be fair and... give Ron a chance.

All right.|I'll make the martinis.

[Doorbell Ringing]

Won't you come in, Ron?

- You know Ned and Kay?|- Yes, of course. Hello.

- It's nice to see you again.|- Thank you.

Shall we go into the living room?

Kay, as I told you, Ron,|is doing social work in New York.

sorts.

- NNed, you make a very good martini.|- Not too strong for you?

- You still have the nursery, Mr. Kirby?|- Oh, yes.

He's going in more|for tree farming now.

money in growing trees?|- There can be.

The only thing I know about trees|is they make good logs.

- Now's your chance to learn.|- Mother?

- What happened to dad's trophy?|- Why, nothing happened to it.

clutter|you were putting away?

Ned.

I suppose from now on,|there'll be lots of changes around here.

Ned, if you mean because of my marriage|to your mother, you needn't worry.

I have no intention of living here.|We'll be leading quite a different life.

But this has been the family house|for I don't know how long.

we were born!

Ned, I wish you'd treat this matter|in a more detached fashion.

You don't know Mother as we know her.|She's really much more conventional...

than you seem to think she is.

She has the innate desire for group|approval, which most women have.

Never mind the $10 words.

And where, if I may ask,|do you expect our mother...

and, I suppose, us too to live?

- My place.|- In a greenhouse?

Oh, no, no.|He's going to remodel the old mill.

Mother, if you'll excuse me, I'm going|to a lecture. I'd better get ready.

Good-bye, Mr. Kirby.

Mother, I've got some|studying to catch up on.

What happened? I've never|seen them act like that before.

It's natural, Cary.|I'm not like their father.

What does that|got to do with it?

It would be different if you were|marrying the same kind of man.

Successful businessman,|pillar of the community.

I can understand it.

Perhaps you're right.

But once I make them see that...|Shall we get started?

Cary, do we really have to go?

Well, Sara said that...|And anyway, I want to show you off.

- We can take my car.|- Mine's right here.

- Does it matter that much?|- It shouldn't.

Jim, get me another one, will you?|I don't want to miss the arrival.

- How about you, Mrs. Taylor?|- Well, I really shouldn't, but...

Excuse me.

If you see cary before I do,|let me know.

It'll be easier for her|if I took them around.

- Count on it, Sara. Got a light?|- I may need to.

Hold my drink, dear.|A gardener?

Why doesn't he find himself|a decent money-making vocation?

You think material success is the only|end worthy of pursuit of man?

- What's wrong with money?|- You have to have it to have contempt.

Excuse me.

Thank you. Do you really think|she'll have the nerve to come?

- Oh, there they are now!|- They're here!

- Just look at that car.|- Just look at that man.

Daughter!

It's always the quiet ones,|isn't it?

But she's certainly the last person|you'd expect to...

Always pretending|to be so prim and proper.

Why, Howard,|did she turn you down?

I'm Cary's best friend.

- I'd like to be your friend too.|- Thank you.

Come on, darling. George.

- Cary, my favorite woman.|- George, I want you to know Ron Kirby.

- Used to know your father. Fine man.|- Thank you.

Shall we say hello to Romeo|and his Juliet? Come on, darling.

So that's Cary's nature boy.

- You know the doctor, Dan.|- Hello, Cary.

You know Miss Frisbee,|Mr. Allenby. Mr. Kirby.

- How do you do?|- How do you do?

This was kind of|supposed to be my party,

but looks like Mrs. Scott's|getting the attention.

I guess it is more unusual|when someone your age gets married.

But I think your friend's|awfully lucky.

You see, no one in my family's|had a dime since the civil war.

So, Tom won't get anything|but poor little me.

My dear. What's this I hear about...

Oh. Haven't I seen you|somewhere before?

Well, Mrs. Humphrey,|probably in your garden.

three years.

Oh, yes, of course.

- Ah, sara, I really must be going.|- I'll be right back.

Come into the bar. You've earned|yourself a good strong drink.

- Go ahead, Ron.|- I'll be right back.

All right.

- Howard.|- Hi.

How are you?

- Mona, Mark.|- Oh, my dear, he's fascinating.

And that tan!|I suppose from working outdoors.

he's handy indoors too.

Mona's sure got your number, Cary.

So have I.

Well, excuse me, Howard.

##[Piano]

Guess you played me for a prize sucker|that night at the club, huh?

Goin' into that perfect lady routine.|Makin' me apologize.

If I'd known then|what I know now,

- would have had a different ending.|- Oh, Howard.

Never too late, huh, Cary?|Line forms to the right.

- Howard, you're drunk!|- Why, Cary!

Isn't one man|enough for you?

Maybe you'd better stay|right where you are.

What is it, Cary?

[Sara] Believed what?

type. You seem to attract that, Cary.

- Shall we go?|- Yes.

- Excuse us.|- Oh, george!

Why, that man was|positively murderous.

- Did you see that, Fred?|- What's the commotion?

He might have|killed poor Howard.

- And in Sara's lovely house too!|- Well!

Car Door Closing]

Nothing's important except us.

Will you remember that?

Yes.

- I'll take you to the door.|- No, Ron.

Thank you, but... good night.

Good night.

Engine Starting]

Ned, you're still up?

Don't forget to put the screen around|the fireplace before you come up.

Mom...

I've got a few things|to say to you, Mother.

All right, Ned.

I just want to tell you, meeting him|hasn't changed my mind one darn bit.

We did what you asked.

I asked you to give Ron a fair chance.|I don't think you did.

Just because we didn't agree|with your choice?

Listen, Mother, somebody in this|family's gotta think straight.

And you don't think I can?

I think all you see is|a good-looking set of muscles.

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