Far from Heaven Page #2

It's almost as fatal.

Millstein called.

Looks like New York

just shaved a week off

portfolio deadline.

You've got to

be kidding me.

I wish I were.

What are they trying to do,

strangle us to death?

Does Doug know?

Yeah, I called him

first thing.

All right.

Get Doug and the others.

Call a portfolio meeting

for lunch today.

Marlene, see if you can

reschedule the production review

for dinner.

And, uh, could you get

my wife on the phone,

please?

Thanks, Stan.

Mrs. Whitaker is on line one.

Oh, Frank. I'm sorry.

No, no, I understand.

I just wish you wouldn't

overwork yourself, especially after--

I know.

I will.

See you then.

Good-bye, dear.

I'm terribly sorry

about all the interruptions.

Now, where was it

you wanted me?

Just one more

at the fireplace.

That's it.

Now smile.

Isn't that darling?

Hold it.

Well, I guess that

about wraps it up.

Bob, Rick.

Gentlemen.

You're sure youre all right

getting home, sir?

Thank you, Davis.

But as 2nd in command

of the U.S.S. McMillan,

I do feel equipped

to locate my own car

without cover.

Very good, sir.

Bright and early.

Sir, can you spare

some change, please?

Spare change?

Anything would help.

Spare change?

Where ya headed,

tiger?

Look out, Jake!

Oh, for heaven's sake.

David, that is the third time

I've told you to turn off that

infernal racket and go to bed.

Can I please just this once?

No, you certainly may not,

and that is final.

Ah, geez.

That is not the kind of language

we use in this house.

Now march.

And don't forget

to wash your teeth.

Hi.

Feeling better now?

Mrs. White?

The picture?

Yes.

I thought you really enjoyed

the scene in the gentlemen's lounge.

How about a drink?

Sure.

I know just the spot.

I'll bet you do.

Identification, please.

Huh?

Identification--

Driver's license.

Thank you, sir.

Have a pleasant evening.

Yes, sir.

What can I get you

this evening?

Uh, just a scotch--

neat, please.

Yes, sir.

There you are, sir.

One more of the same.

"So, does the fabled maxim hold

that behind every great man

there resides a great lady?

"In this case, wife, mother

and Mrs. Magnatech herself,

"Cathleen Whitaker

proves that it does.

"A woman as devoted

to her family...

as she is kind to Negroes."

To Negroes?

Let me see that. What on Earth

is that woman thinking?

Cathy? Oh, she's been liberal

ever since she played

summer stock at college...

with all those

steamy Jewish boys.

Why do you think

they used to call her "Red"?

Oh, for heaven sakes.

Let's go inside before

Joe McCarthy comes driving by.

- Uh-oh.

Oh, I love that scarf..

Oh, I'm sure it just

blew behind the house somewhere.

For heaven sakes.

This really

isn't your day, is it?

No.

Did they really

call you "Red"?

Oh, Nancy. Honestly!

Would anyone like

another daiquiri?

Better not.

Oh, no,

one's my limit.

El?

Mmm.

All right, girls.

No more beating around the bush.

Nancy.

Oh, I-- I can't.

Oh, come on.

It can't be that bad.

Um, well, uh--

Mike insists on--

He insists

on once a week.

- Ah, you got off easy.

- Once a week?

Oh, you're lucky.

Ron's more like two or three.

Three, really?

And how.

That's nothing.

Girlfriend of mine--

Shirley Dawson.

Her husband--

every night of the week.

Plus, three more times

on the weekend.

Can you imagine?

It was lovely, Cathleen.

Thank you. Bye.

Bye, girls.

The chicken was divine.

Oh, thanks, El.

I'll call you tomorrow.

All right. Bye-bye.

Could this possibly--

Oh, I'm sorry.

No. You found it.

Yeah, I found it hanging

off one of the birches out back.

It was so windy.

I was going back into the house

and it just sailed off my neck.

I had a feeling

it might be yours.

Who else could have

been so absentminded?

No, no, it's the color.

It just seemed right.

Well, thank you, Mr. Deagan--

for finding it.

Please, call me Raymond.

Thank you, Raymond.

Everything looks wonderful,

by the way.

Good.

I think we got everything

pretty much under control.

Well, it can't have

been easy... taking over

for your father so quickly.

Well, between Pop's business,

my, uh, shop...

and taking care

of my little girl,

doesn't leave much time

for reflecting.

I didn't know you had children.

Just the one--

Sarah's her name.

And how old is Sarah?

Eleven.

Well, I'm sure

she's a lovely child.

You and your wife

must be very proud.

Well, um, Mrs. Deagan,

my wife, uh,

passed away when

Sarah was about five.

Oh, Raymond,

I'm so sorry.

Thank you.

Sarah and I,

we do just fine.

You know,

I got a picture

of her somewhere.

There she is.

That's my Sarah.

Oh, she's darling.

Look at those eyes.

Now, what's this I hear

about a shop?

Oh, yeah, the plant shop.

It's just a little place

down on Hawthorn.

Started out as

a service for gardeners...

till I opened the store

about six years ago,

and, uh--

Well, it's the only thing

that business degree's

been good for yet.

Why, that's marvellous, Raymond.

You should be very proud.

Well, I am.

Uh, if youre ever

in the neighbourhood,

be sure to stop by.

I certainly will.

All right, then.

Thank you.

Youre welcome.

If thats

your father--

Don't worry Sybil,

I'll get it.

Hello?

Frank,

you haven't left yet?

Oh, no.

Not again.

All right.

Good-bye, dear.

He isn't

coming home again?

No, he's going to be late.

Father never wants

to come home.

Janice, he most certainly does.

He's just very busy at work and

under a great deal of strain.

Yeah!

Shut up.

Janice, that's enough.

Sybil, you know what?

Wrap up Mr. Whitaker's plate.

I'm going to run down

to the office...

and take it to him myself.

All the way

downtown?

It's not so very far.

Anyway,

the children are fine.

Knowing Mr. Whitaker,

I'm just saving him another

night of pretzels and coffee.

Thank you.

I'm just dropping

something off for my husband

on the 12th floor.

Mr. Whitaker. Thank you.

All right.

Frank?

Oh, Frank.

Frank?

Cathy.

Mr. Maynard...

Left an estimate

for the roof.

I put it

in the kitchen.

Twelve hundred something.

Cathy--

I can't.

I don't--

What?

Eh, you see, uh--

Once,

a long time ago,

a long, long time ago,

I had, um,

um, problems--

I just figured that was--

that was it.

I-I never imagined--

You had problems?

Y-Yes.

You, uh, never

spoke to anyone--

a-a doctor?

No.

No one?

I don't understand.

Neither do I.

What if-- I mean,

there must be people who--

I-I don't know.

Because--

Otherwise,

I don't know what I--

Cathy.

All right.

Thank you.

Mr. and Mrs. Whitaker,

this is Dr. Bowman.

Mr. Whitaker,

how do you do?

Hello.

Mrs. Whitaker,

how lovely.

Thank you.

I suppose we may

as well get started.

Actually, uh, Mrs. Whitaker,

I think it might be best...

if your husband and I

conversed in private.

In private.

Yes, of course.

I think

it would be best.

Certainly, Doctor.

I'll see you later.

I'll see you later, dear.

Today, the general attitude

regarding this sort

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