Far from Heaven Page #4

I see playing out front?

You remember them,

dont you, baby?

Oh, sure you do.

The day we went

to the Hutchinson house.

Oh, yeah.

What do you say

you go out and see if theyd

like to play for a while?

Ah, go on.

For Daddy?

Attagirl.

Oh, Raymond, she's lovely.

Thank you.

Well, how on Earth did you

find out about this show?

Well, I do

read the papers.

W-- No, of course you do.

I just meant that it's--

it's such a-- it's a coincidence.

I know.

I was just teasing you.

Because, you know,

I'm not prejudiced.

My husband and I

have always believed in

equal rights for the Negro...

and support the N.A.A.C.P.

I'm glad to hear that.

I just wanted

you to know.

Well, thank you.

Oh, not at all.

Go!

Straighter, Tommy!

You got to throw it straighter.

And hard.

One, two, three, go!

It's too heavy..

What?

On the back.

Your airplane.

Who asked you?

Come on, Bobby.

So, what's your opinion

on modern art?

Uh, it's hard

to put into words really.

I-I just know what I care for,

and, and what I don't.

Like this-- I don't know

how to pronounce it.

"Mira"?

Mir.

Mir.

I don't know why,

but I just adore it.

A feeling it gives.

I know that sounds

terribly vague.

No, no, actually it confirms

something I've always wondered

about modern art, abstract art.

What is that?

That perhaps it's just

picking up where

religious art left off,

somehow trying

to show you divinity.

The modern artist just pares it

down to the basic elements

of shape and color.

But when you look

at that Mir,

you feel it just the same.

Why, that's lovely,

Raymond.

T o tell the truth,

I've always preferred

the work of the Masters.

Rembrandt,

Michelangelo--

Would you excuse me

a moment?

Oh, certainly.

Cathleen--

Oh, El, honey,

everything looks just marvellous.

Cathy, who on Earth is that man?

You have this whole place in a clamour.

For heaven sakes why?

Because of that ridiculous story?

Who is he?

He's Raymond Deagan,

Otis Deagan's son.

Your gardener?

He passed away and Raymond's

taken over his business.

You certainly seem

on familiar terms with him.

Oh, "familiar terms"--

What does that mean?

He happens to have some very

interesting views on Mir.

Oh, jeepers, look at the time.

I have to fly. I'm having the

carpets cleaned for tomorrow--

What time are

the caterers showing?

They said 4:
00.

I'll come early,

for moral support.

You're a doll.

So glad you could make it.

Come in. Come in.

Not to say that I'm against integration,

mind you.

I do believe

it's the Christian thing to do.

But I still say

what happened in Little Rock...

could just as easily

have happened here in Hartford.

- Nonsense.

- Well, why is that?

Well, for one thing,

there's no Governor Faubus

in Connecticut.

But the main reason,

there are no Negroes.

No, but there are some...

rather dangerous pro-integration

types right here in Hartford.

Dangerous?

Oh, yes.

Some very attractive ones, in fact,

noted, I'm told,

for their kindness to Negroes.

Oh, Dick, stop.

Where on Earth did you

hear about that?

Shirley read it to me.

I should have known.

- What's all this?

- Absolutely nothing.

Now, let me freshen those.

Excuse me, please.

Thanks.

Oh, by golly, there she is now,

the "purist" gal in the room.

Oh, Stan,

liquor brings out the Texan in you.

I hope Eleanor isn't listening.

So what if she is. I still say

Frank is the luckiest guy in town.

Hear! Hear!

It's all smoke and mirrors, fells.

That's all it is.

You should see her

without her face on.

- Frank!

-No, he's absolutely right.

We ladies are never what we appear,

and every girl as her secrets.

I'll say.

How about this girl getting

her husband another drink?

Darling, dont you think

you've already had enough?

No, I don't think I've had enough--

I'd just like to take a moment

to raise a glass to our

marvellous host and hostess...

and another

glorious annual party

at the Whitakers.

To Frank and Cathy,

truly Mr. and Mrs. Magnatech.

Hear! Hear!

My goodness.

Thank you very much.

Now, who can I

freshen up? Ron?

No, I'm fine.

Me.

Oh, I think youre

fresh enough.

All right.

Here, Mrs. Whitaker,

let me take that for you.

Thank you, Sybil.

Cathy?

Hi.

Honey,

is everything all right?

Why? What do you mean?

Frank-- I've never

seen him so soused.

Oh, he's been working so hard lately.

He's under tremendous strain.

You sure that's all?

Oh, yes.

You'd tell me

if there was anything more?

Of course I would.

Well, Cathy,

I think we just threw ourselves

one class-"A" swanky function.

It did turn out nicely,

didn't it?

Cathleen, darling, you've simply

outdone yourself once again.

Thank you so much.

Frank?

Well, if I do say so myself,

it was a lovely party,

all considering.

I just wish...

it didn't have to turn ugly...

in front of our friends.

Honestly, Frank,

if you didn't insist on--

What is it?

Oh, Frank.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, Jesus!

What's happening?

I can't even--

God!

Frank, it doesn't matter.

The important thing

is to keep, to keep trying.

Don't!

What?

Because--

I'm sure, you know,

Dick Dawson wouldn't mind

lending his services

every once in a while.

Oh, Frank.

I mean, you wouldn't

mind that so much,

would you?

A good-looking guy

like Dick.

Maybe even Stan

would pitch in.

Frank, you're the only man

that I've ever wanted.

Just let go.

Frank, Frank, you're--

You're all men to me.

You're all man.

Stop it!

Cathy. Cathy, I'm sorry.

Oh. I'm so sorry.

I didn't mean to.

It's all right.

I'm-I'm all right.

It was an accident.

Are you bleeding?

Oh, just--just the littlest bit.

Perhaps, um, you could get me

some ice, dear.

Some ice?

Yes.

Cathy--

I-I know.

Uh, um, it's all right.

I'm all right.

Hey, there, hon. Listen.

I can't stay. I'm meeting Stan

for lunch at the club.

Oh, that sounds like fun.

Can't believe I let you

get away without these.

It's cute, your hair that way.

Oh, yeah?

I experimented.

Oh, it's adorable.

Thanks.

Oh. Whoopsie.

Thanks.

Cathy.

What?

What happened to your head?

Oh, nothing.

I-- I hit the door.

It was

the silliest thing.

Cathy.

What?

Did something happen

between you and Frank?

What do you mean?

Cathy,

I'm your best friend.

Nothing happened.

Nothing at all.

Oh, Cathy.

Eleanor.

Cathy, I'm your dearest

and closest friend in the world.

You call me-- day or night.

You hear?

Mrs. Whitaker?

Is there anything I can do?

You sure?

I'm-- I'm fine.

I just, um--

I-It's a difficult time

with my husband.

Oh. It happens with married people.

I know it does. Im just--

Its just embarrassing.

Please forgive me.

Forgive you?

Mrs. Whitaker, listen.

I have to pick up some shrubs

from a farmhouse just out of town.

Which means I gotta get a move on.

Why don't you

come along for the ride?

Some fresh air,

change of scenery...

might help you

take your mind of things.

Ooh. Oh, no.

I, uh--

I couldn't. Uh--

Thank you, Raymond,

for offering.

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