Beaches Page #4

- Not yet.

- But this isn't me.

Well, act like it is.

He hates my hair.

Tell me the truth.

I mean, really, really

tell me the truth.

- All right.

- Do you think Im really, truly--

Get out of here.

Do you think Im really,

truly talented...

or do you think Im only

moderately talented?

I think youre truly talented.

Ive told you this at least

eight million times.

Yes, I know, but maybe you

were only being nice.

I mean, how do I know you

really mean it and you're

not just being nice?

I mean it! Gin !

- Now let's get back to the laundry.

- Oh, Hillary.

- Ill never forget this

as long as I live.

- What?

You doing the laundry

for me.

I mean, I hate to do laundry more

than anything in the whole world...

and I think this is

probably the nicest thing

anybody ever did for me.

A man would never

do this for you, no matter

how much he loved you.

God rest ye merry gentlemen

Let nothing you dismay

Remember Christ our Saviour

Was born on Christmas Day

To save us all

from Satan's power

When we were gone astray

O tidings of comfort and joy

Comfort and joy

Of tidings

of comfort and joy

All right, let's sing ''O Come

All Ye Faithful'' in Latin.

- No.

- Oh, please. I sang all those

dreidel songs for you.

- One dreidel song.

You sang one dreidel song.

- That's enough.

- Well--

- Come on, Hillary, Im tired.

- I want to go to sleep.

I have a cold.

- All right.

- Good night.

- Good night, Hill.

in Bethlehem

Hillary, the Waterman case

is on the phone.

- They want to know--

- No, no, no, no. Tell them

Ill discuss it in court.

- Okay, okay.

- Im sorry, he's not in.

Good morning, A.C.L.U.

Yes, hold on a moment, please.

All right,

Mrs. Thomas, you can just

ignore the eviction notices.

I found out that

your landlord's been served

with enough citations...

from the Health Department

to wallpaper your house.

Guess who got the lead in

the Falcon Players' new musical?

Certainly not

the hand-walking queer !

-This is it ! This is it !

- I know.

Do you feel it? I feel it !

Oh ! Im so happy for you !

Okay, stand by, smoke.

I am the captain

And this is my shrine

Lord of the manor

See what I leave behind

A river in flames

Cities on fire

Yes, Im a relic

trapped in the wire

Hydrogen fuel

It burns so clean

Throbs in the veins

Of my beloved machine

She is my wife

Her mechanical heart

Constantly serving

till death do us part

Now our glorious war

draws to a close

The mellow winds blow

And I have to know

Oh, Industry

Whatever will become

of me

Oh, Industry

Whatever will become

of me

Of me

Industry, charity, faith

Oh

Industry, charity, faith

Oh

Industry, charity, faith

Oh

Great !

Well, I didn't understand

one damn thing in that play.

- That was the worst.

- Oh, Frank.

How can you say that?

- It was brilliance. Brilliance.

- Get out of here.

- Were we at the same play?

- It was avant-garde at its best.

Mom, Im showing you

how they make the smoke.

in the office, where

he stashed the 15 cases

he bought this afternoon.

- They taught him how to do it

at Carnegie Tech.

- It's the strangest thing...

but I just can't shake the feeling

that I know you well.

I know, I feel the same way

about you. Why is that?

Well, that's obvious.

You must have met

in a former life.

I don't suppose it has anything

to do with the fact I talk about

the two of you incessantly.

- Okay, everybody, this is it !

- They're here.

All right,

take your time.

- I got it.

- Hill, I can't stand it.

Listen, listen. ''John Pierce gives us

a probing musical attack...

at automation, industry

and the dehumanisation

of the American worker.''

''Earth Mother Bloom is a veritable

Hannah Arendt of song.''

-Who's that? Is she a singer?

- No. She's a, she--

No, a sociologist- philosopher-radical.

It's a positive review.

- Positive.

- The Times. The Times says...

''CC Bloom's performance is both

promising and purposeful.''

I propose a toast

to a great writer...

and to a wonderful

company.

- Where's the music?

- Yeah, let's party!

-To a long run.

-A real long run.

And to a great director,

John.

- A great--

- Okay, CC.

Will you take a picture

with my cousins here?

Just get in there.

Good, good, good.

Okay, now smile.

More champagne, CC?

- You've got to get me

out of here !

- Be quiet, lady. Be quiet.

- Im not drunk!

-Yes, you are.

Come on, let's go.

- You'll get a cup of coffee,

sleep it off. feel better.

- Don't touch me !

- Shut up !

- Relax and calm down.

Now get in the house.

- I don't have to sleep anything off!

- Go ahead.

Ill tell you for the last time,

I wasn't the ringleader !

- Marge.

- Huh?

Have a drink on me.

I was a big hit.

My God,

what happened to you?

I went for a swim...

in the Central Park boating pond

with my real friends.

Did you sleep

with him?

Yes, I did.

What a snake.

So, did the two of you

fall in love?

I don't know.

It was incredibly romantic.

We went to the Plaza.

We drank champagne.

I think he's the most attractive

man Ive ever met in my life.

You and your

feminist principles.

I know how you feel about him.

I feel sick about what Ive done.

I showed a complete lack

of character.

Sexual attraction has nothing

to do with character...

unless-- unless you're

Eleanor Roosevelt.

You mean, you would have

done the same thing?

Me? Never.

Id never do something

that heartless to a friend.

- I swear,

Ill never see him again.

- Oh, who are you kidding?

Besides

what's the difference?

The fact is, he doesn't

even know Im alive.

Looks like he's crazy

about you.

What are we gonna do?

I don't know.

You want me to move out?

What do I want you

to move out for?

Im used to you.

Besides, if it hadn't been you, it

would have been some other girl.

Will you still water my plants

while Im gone?

- Where are you going?

- I told you, San Francisco.

My father's sick.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, sure.

We're friends, aren't we?

Hey, Hill, John says Im

outgrowing the Falcon Players,

and I ought to move on.

What do you think?

Where am I gonna go?

Im sorry you had to let go

of your job at the A.C.L.U.,

but, geez, don't give up.

Your father will be better soon,

and you'll be back.

Dear Ceece, I miss you.

I miss shopping at Bergdorfs.

I miss our facials.

What can I say?

Im now the adult,

and my father's the child.

Im also dating a young lawyer,

Michael Essex.

He's got good breeding and a good

personality and good body.

Hillary, you'll never believe it.

I got offered a Broadway revue.

It's called ''Sizzle.''

It's in the worst possible taste.

It's vulgar, it's gross, it's dirty,

and you know what?

It's gonna make me

a huge star.

-All right, what do I do?

- Let me show you

how to hold it.

Put three fingers down and

make a circle. Stick the cue

through the circle.

- Okay, all right.

-Just go for the ten. Here.

Make that--

- Ooh, I like this.

Look, it came back.

- Pretty good.

Okay, that's it. That's all you get.

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