Cat on a Hot Tin Roof Page #2

Couldn't keep it out of the local paper.

AP got hold of it too.

Yeah, and UP...

...and thanks to your professional

legal advice, every other P.

Let's go home.

Don't you want to ride with the children?

No!

He's his sassy old self again, all right!

Be quiet, woman!

Hush up!

Welcome home, Cap'n Pollitt.

I'm going to live, Maggie. I'm going to live.

They had me real scared.

I've wasted so much time.

I've got a million different kinds

of feelings left in me.

And I'm going to use them.

I'm going to use them all.

Why did you and Brick

suddenly drive up from New Orleans?

For your birthday, what else?

I had one last year and the year before.

Didn't see you then.

You know how Brick is sometimes.

Maybe he thought he was coming

to my funeral instead.

Brick loves you! He does!

But does he love you?

What do you want? Proof?

If I was married to you three years...

...you'd have the living proof.

You'd have three kids

and a fourth in the oven.

Get me out of this. I want to talk to Brick.

He wants some more ice, Miss Margaret.

"We love you when we're with you

"And we love you out of sight

"Big Mama, too"

I've got news, honey!

Big news.

Big Daddy's going to live.

That's right, he's a well man.

That's what Big Mama said and Dr. Baugh

was right there with them.

You should've seen Mae and Gooper's face.

They almost dropped dead

from shock themselves.

He's all right?

Feeling like 40...

...and talking like 20.

And we can drive back

to New Orleans tonight.

- I'm taking no chances on moving you.

- I won't break.

Or letting them poison

Big Daddy's mind against you.

I just want you to get dressed

and come to Big Daddy's birthday party.

First thing Big Daddy asked about was you.

Big Daddy! Now what makes him so big?

His big heart, his big belly...

...or his big money?

The heat has made you cross.

Give me my crutch.

Why don't you put on

your silk pajamas, honey...

...and come on down to the party?

There's a lovely cool breeze.

Give me my crutch, Maggie.

Lean on me, baby.

You've got a nice smell about you.

- Was your bathwater cool?

- No.

I know something

that would make you cool and fresh.

Alcohol rub.

Cologne.

No thanks. We'd smell alike.

Like a couple of cats in the heat.

It's cool on the lawn.

I am not going down there.

Not for you and not for Big Daddy!

At least give him this present...

...that I remembered to buy for you,

for his birthday.

Just write a few words on this card.

You write something.

It's got to be your handwriting.

It's your present.

I didn't get him a present.

What's the difference?

If there's no difference, you write the card!

- And have him know you didn't remember?

- I didn't remember!

You don't have to prove it to him!

Just write, "Love, Brick"...

...for heaven's sake!

- You've got to.

- I don't have to do anything!

You forget the conditions I agreed on

to stay living with you!

I'm not living with you.

We occupy the same cage, that's all!

That's the first time you've raised

your voice in a long time.

A crack in the stone wall?

I think that's a fine sign. Mighty fine.

What did you do that for?

To give us a little privacy for a while.

Don't make a fool of yourself.

I don't mind making a fool

of myself over you.

I mind. I feel embarrassed for you.

Feel embarrassed!

I can't live on this way.

- You agreed to accept that condition!

- I know I did, but I can't!

Let go.

Let go, Maggie!

Son!

We've got the most wonderful news

about Big Daddy!

What's this door doing locked?

You think there's robbers in the house?

Brick's getting dressed, Big Mama.

He's still getting dressed.

It won't be the first time

I've seen Brick not dressed.

Open this door.

Brick, honey!

Sweetheart, how does your leg feel?

Come out of there. I want to give you

the news about Big Daddy.

I told him already.

I just hate locked doors in the house.

I know you do

but people need privacy, don't they?

No, ma'am, not in my house.

What did you take this off for?

It looked so sweet on you.

Not sweet enough

for Big Daddy's birthday party.

Out!

Out, you little monster!

Mae and Gooper are so touchy

about their children.

You hardly even dare suggest

there's any room for improvement.

Brick, hurry on out!

Shoot, Maggie, you just don't like children.

Why that's not true. I adore them.

Well brought up.

Why not have some, then,

and bring them up well?

- Instead of picking on theirs?

- Big Mama!

Hugh and Betsy have got to go.

They're waiting to say goodbye.

I'll be right down.

Tell them to hold their horses.

Where's Brick?

What you said about having children...

It's still kind of a secret, but...

Shoot, Maggie! Stop playing so dumb.

Is he still drinking this stuff much?

- He may have had a little highball.

- Don't laugh about it.

Some men stop drinking when they marry.

Others start.

- He never drank before...

- That's not fair!

Fair or not, I want to ask you a question.

Do you make Brick happy?

Well?

- Why don't you ask if he makes me happy?

- I know...

It works both ways.

Something ain't right.

You're childless and my son drinks.

- We're leaving, Big Mama.

- I'm coming!

When a marriage goes on the rocks...

...the rocks are there, right there!

Goodbye, Ida.

I'm coming.

That's not fair.

All right, I'm coming.

Is Brick here?

I thought I'd check his ankle.

Is it giving him much pain?

You know how Brick is, Doc.

He hardly ever complains.

Even when he had

that awful back injury in football.

Brick's birthday present for Big Daddy.

I think they're fixing

to sit down at the table.

You forgot to write out the card, honey.

Thanks, Doc.

Can I get you something cool?

No, thanks.

How's the ankle?

Itches some.

Funny, that's the same leg

you tore a muscle in the...

'Bama State.

Twenty-one to...

Nothing.

You miss football, don't you?

Hurt much when you put weight on it?

Some.

Yeah, you were quite a team,

you and Skipper.

What is it, Doc?

You didn't leave that party

to come up and discuss my health.

That's right.

- I've already heard the good news...

- It's bad news.

It's what we expected.

It's malignant and it's terminal.

He hasn't a chance.

- But Maggie said, and Big Mama...

- Lies.

I lied to them.

I lied to him, too.

Professional ethics.

Gooper?

I told him the truth

coming in from the airfield.

He's going to die.

He's going to die.

"Jesus wants me for a sunbeam"

What kind of truth is that?

"Jesus wants me for a sunbeam

"To shine for him each day

"In every way try to please him

"At home, at school, at play

"A sunbeam

"Jesus wants me for a sunbeam

"A sunbeam, a sunbeam

"I'll be a sunbeam for him"

Amen!

- Did you like the singing, Big Daddy?

- Pass the black-eyed peas.

Look at Big Daddy eat!

Ain't it something to thank your stars for?

They've been practicing just for you.

Tell them to sit and eat.

- Children, come on.

- Over there!

Yeah. Over there.

Look here. Telegrams!

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