Far from Heaven

Mother! Mother,

can I sleep over at Hutch's tonight?

Mrs. Hutchinson

gave permission.

Not tonight, David.

Your father and I are going out,

and I need you

to look after your sister.

Aw, shucks.

Now move out of the way

so Mother can park.

Sherry Seeger says they only

cost five or six dollars.

Please, Mother.

Please, can I?

Oh, Sybil, thank heavens.

Well, I knew you were

going to the grocery.

David, please help Sybil

unload the car.

How come Janice

doesn't got to?

Doesn't have to.

Because Janice is carrying

in all her belongings...

and marching straight

upstairs into a bath.

Your father and I have

an engagement tonight, so I want

you to have a nice early dinner.

And help Sybil.

Yes, ma'am.

Sybil, did Mr. Whitaker call

while I was out?

Not since youve been gone.

How do you like that guy?

Mother, can I please get them?

Janice, I said we'd

discuss it with your father.

Now hurry on inside.

David, put your bike away

and help with the groceries.

Where's your jacket?

It's inside.

Well, hello, stranger.

Aren't I seeing you

in about three hours' time?

You are.

But I just left the caterers

and I had to dash over.

Oh, you have

the samples?

You bet.

Oh, come inside.

You just caught me actually.

I could only stay a second.

I still have loads to do.

David, what did

I tell you?

I'm getting the last bag.

And imagine

with the table setting

I showed you.

The aqua trim.

Is that smart?

Oh, yes.

You like?

Mm-hmm.

Well, I'll call the caterer

in the morning, you confirm

with Dorothy on the deposit...

and, honey,

we're in business.

Magnatech '57,

here we come.

You betcha.

Thanks for stopping by, El.

I'll see you at 8:00.

You know Frank--

on the dot.

Mother?

Mm-hmm.

When you were a little girl,

you looked just like me, right?

Mm-hmm.

So, when I grow up,

does that mean I'll look like you?

I s that what

you want, darling,

to look like me?

Yes, I hope I look

exactly as pretty as you.

What a lovely compliment

coming from my perfectly

lovely daughter.

7:
15.

Where on Earth

is your father?

Sybil, did I leave

my gloves on the hall table?

Yes, I see them.

It's nearly 20 after

and Mr. Whitaker

still hasn't phoned?

I'm at my wits' end.

Oh, thank you, Sybil.

I tried phoning the office

even though I knew

no one would be there.

I certainly hope that's him,

because if it isn't--

Whitaker residence.

This is the

Hartford Police Department...

calling for a Mrs. Frank Whitaker.

Who is it?

The police department.

Hello?

Yes, am I speaking

with a Mrs. Frank Whitaker?

Yes.

One moment, please.

Cathy?

Oh, Frank.

Are you all right?

What happened?

Everything's fine.

It was all

just a big mix up--

the whole thing.

But you have to come get me.

They wont let me leave on my own.

Oh, Frank, don't worry, darling.

I'll be there as soon as I can.

Is there anything

I can do, Mrs. Whitaker?

Just keep an eye on the children,

please. I don't think I'll be very long.

Big time f*ggot.

Family man.

Never can tell.

Say, get a load of this one.

You don't see that every day

of the week.

This is your copy, ma'am,

and your receipt.

Thank you.

Oh, Frank.

I tell you one thing--

if it hadn't been for that

snivelling junior cop,

they would have never

gone through this whole charade

in the first place.

Instead of trying to save face--

I saw that guy that they were after,

that loiterer.

But they wouldnt

listen to me.

So, there were

drinks after work?

What do you mean?

They said something,

intoxication level, something--

Christ, I had one lousy cocktail

with Bill after work

going over the portfolio.

Should I be

arrested for that too?

No, of course not, darling.

The whole thing has

just put me in a foul state.

He's fine.

Oh, the car's fine.

Frank says it was

the bumper that got hit.

But you know me,

I can't tell the difference.

Oh, I'm just sorry

we had to miss it.

She was fine.

Said it was all a dreadful bore,

what with Mona Lauder...

and her gossip.

Cathy,

I'm sorry.

Darling, you've nothing

to be sorry for.

It was all just

a silly, wretched mistake.

Ohh.

I'm so tired.

Of course you are.

You sleep now.

The bus is here.

Have a good day at school.

Bye.

I thought you were going to

have another piece of toast.

It's late. I should

be getting down there.

Can I at least fix you lunch?

No, thank you, dear. I've got

lunch meetings all week.

It's portfolio season.

Sybil, if thats the milkman,

his check is in the drawer.

I'm just glad you're

feeling better, dear.

Thank you, darling.

Pardon me, ma'am, sir.

Mrs. Whitaker, this is Mrs. Leacock.

She said she had an appointment

with you this morning.

Oh, jiminy, I completely

forgot the time.

Please forgive me.

I do apologize,

Mrs. Whitaker,

but candid views are

always the best.

Good-bye, darling.

Good-bye, dear.

Mrs. Leacock.

Pleasure, Mr. Whitaker.

Your husband's

a very charming man,

Mrs. Whitaker.

Thank you. We're rather

fond of him ourselves.

Now, please, wont you come in?

Make yourselves at home.

I suppose

I still can't imagine...

why you would want

an interview with someone

like me in the first place.

Readers of the Weekly Gazette,

Mrs. Whitaker--

women just like yourself--

with families

and homes to keep up.

A good society paper...

need not be a gossip rag.

You are the proud wife...

of a successful sales executive--

planning the parties,

and posing

at her husbands side

on the advertisements.

To everyone here in Connecticut,

you are Mr. and Mrs. Magnatech.

Thank you.

I 'm very flattered.

But, really, my life is like

any other wife or mother's.

In fact, I don't think I've,

I've ever wanted anything--

What is it, dear?

I think I just saw someone

walking through our yard.

What on Earth--

Oh, my--

Mrs. Whitaker, perhaps you

should call the police.

Excuse me.

May I help you?

Who are you?

I'm sorry, ma'am.

My name is Raymond Deagan--

Otis Deagan's son.

I was just taking over

some of his--

Oh, you're Otis's son.

Yes.

I-I'm terribly sorry

for speaking to you

in that manner.

I-I didn't know

who was in my yard.

Oh, no need.

How is your father?

I know he was in the hospital.

Yes, well,

my father's passed away,

I'm afraid.

Oh--

Oh, I-I had no idea.

I'm, I'm so very sorry.

Please, accept our

deepest condolences.

Your father was

a wonderful, dedicated man.

Thank you.

Mrs. Whitaker?

The caterer's

on the line.

Oh, thank you, Sybil.

I beg your pardon. Would you

excuse me for just a moment?

Of course.

Mrs. Leacock,

I'm terribly sorry.

Ill just be

one minute more.

That's fine, dear.

Good morning,

Magnatech International?

How may I direct your call?

Good morning,

Mr. Whitaker.

Good morning, Kitty.

Lovely dress

you're wearing.

Thank you, sir.

Good morning,

Marlene, Stan.

Good morning, Mr. Whitaker.

How's the second-best golfer

in Hartford this morning?

Somebody break

the books already?

Don't tell me our wives'

party budgets finally came in.

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