Far from Heaven Page #5

You're very kind.

You sure?

Mrs. Whitaker?

Oh. Yes, Sybil?

It's Mrs. Barker

on the phone.

I'll be right there! Oh.

Mm. I have to get back.

Okay.

Oh, not at all. Um, well,

I-- I was planning on

picking them up at 5:00.

You'd like to switch

for Thursday?

I don't see why that

would be a problem.

Um, No. I'm glad

I could be of help.

Certainly.

Bye now.

Raymond.

Mrs. Whitaker.

Hi.

Hello.

Oh, wouldnt you know it.

I just received a call and

suddenly everything's changed.

Anyway, I--

You changed your mind.

Well, good.

Thank you very much,

Mr. Deagan.

Thank you.

Oh, it's lovely.

What is it?

Hamamelis--

well, flowering witch hazel.

Fairly rare in these parts.

It's beautiful.

You were right.

What a perfectly

lovely spot.

Is that a path?

I think so.

Let's have a peek.

All right.

Sometimes it's the people

outside our world...

we confide in best.

But once you do... confide,

share with someone,

they're no longer

really outside, are they?

Oh. Look!

How lovely.

Did he cause that?

He didn't mean to strike me.

I am so sorry.

No. Heaven knows

we all have our troubles.

I'm sure you,

yourself--

What?

I don't know.

Ever since running into you

at the exhibition,

I kept wondering

what it must be like...

to be the only one

in a room.

Colored or...

whatever it was.

How that

might possibly feel.

I'm sure I've--

I've never--

Well,

I suppose you sort of

grow accustomed to it over time.

I mean, don't get me wrong.

There is a world,

even here in Hartford,

where everybody

does indeed look like me.

Trouble is, very few people

ever leave that world.

I only want what every father

wants for his child.

The opportunities growing up

I never had.

Naturally.

But I tell you something.

If youre really interested--

Oh, I am.

You hungry? I mean,

could you eat something?

I suppose I could.

Tell you what,

I'm gonna take you

to one of my favourite spots.

On good days,

it's got hot food,

cold drink,

and just about

discernable music.

It's hard

to beat that.

There you go.

Say, who's green Edsel?

Yoo-hoo.

Yoo-hoo.

Here I am.

Oh. There you are, ma'am.

Let me get that for you.

Oh. Thank you very much indeed.

Thank you, ma'am.

Oh, my God.

Let me help you

with that, ma'am.

Oh. Thanks very much.

Blues ]

Thank you.

I'm hardly dressed

for a restaurant.

You look fine.

Raymond.

Don't worry.

This is a very friendly place.

Say there,

Esther.

What, you can't

say hello anymore?

Looks like you speakin'

just fine for yourself.

Oh, now you just sore because

I haven't been coming around

like I used to.

Is that so?

Mm-hmm.

Now what do you say

about bringing us over

a couple of drinks?

What would you like?

Oh, uh, a daiquiri

if they--

One daiquiri

and a bourbon on the rocks.

Thank you, doll.

What do you think

you're doing, boy?

Thank you.

Well, I hope youre

finding this very amusing.

What do you mean?

This is a very welcoming place.

How you doing', Gus?

See what I mean?

Thank you.

Thank you, Esther.

Here's to being the only one.

You know,

we don't have to stay here.

If you feel uncomfortable--

No. As long as

I stay away from Esther,

I think I'll be fine.

All right then.

Thank you, Raymond,

for a lovely afternoon.

No. Thank you, Mrs. Whitaker.

I've had one as well.

Mrs. Whitaker

sounds so formal.

Would you--

Would I what?

Ask me to dance?

Oh. That looks wonderful.

Now, let's see.

Where should we put it?

Oh. I know. Right there.

Right

by the window.

Yes.

Yes.

That's lovely.

It certainly is.

Oh. Now, let's see.

Where did I put that list?

Although I promised Janice

that I wouldn't be late

for her recital.

Can't miss that.

Sybil, I've been meaning

to ask you--

Yes, ma'am?

What's the name

of that church group

you belong to?

The one

you mentioned to me.

You mean, at Ebenezer?

The Baptist group?

Yes. I believe that's it.

Or was it South Green Baptist

during the fair drive,

the Ladies Auxiliary?

Oh. I didn't know

there was more than one.

Yes. I always seem to be

signing up for something.

I think that's marvellous,

Sybil, that you find the time

with all you do for us.

I just have so much in the attic

I've been meaning to go through.

I thought you

might know of a church

or civic organization...

that could use a donation.

Well, certainly,

Mrs. Whitaker, if thats

what youre looking for.

Places in need

are never hard to find.

I'm sure youre right.

Oh! My. Hello.

May I help you?

Good afternoon, ma'am.

Allow me to introduce myself.

My name's Reginald Carter

and this is Martha Livingston.

We're members

of the Hartford Branch...

of the National Association

for the Advancement

of Colored People.

Oh, well, certainly,

I am familiar

with your organization.

Perhaps you'd be

interested in reading over

our complimentary brochure.

Mm. Yes. I would.

If you wouldn't mind

signing our roster--

I'm running so terribly late

as it is.

Sybil, would you mind

signing for me?

Yes, ma'am.

Thank you.

Mother!

Hello, dear.

- Did the recital just begin?

- Shh!

So where are the other little girls

from your class?

Over there.

Janice. Janice!

Sybil?

Hello.

Cathy?

El?

Oh, Cathy.

Thank heavens you're home.

I've been trying you all day.

El, what is it?

So you haven't heard?

You haven't heard a thing?

No. What happened?

Oh, Cathy. There's been talk.

Vicious talk.

What do you mean?

About what?

About you?

Oh, for heaven sake.

What now?

Honey. It's Mona, Cathy.

She's-- Well, she's just been

on some kind of rampage,

swearing up and down that

she saw you and a colored man

somewhere out on Franklin.

Getting out of a truck

or some such thing.

The same colored man

she claims you were talking to

at the art show.

Eleanor, that's--

that's preposterous.

I mean, yes, I've spoken to

Mr. Deagan on occasion,

but this makes it sound like--

I know. You have no idea

what it's been like around here.

The phone has been ringing off the hook

since 8:
00 this morning.

- Eleanor, the entire

situation is so absurd.

- Darling, I know.

What in the world

am I supposed to do?

I suppose you

could start by getting yourself

another gardener.

Frank? What on Earth--

Eleanor, could I call you back?

Frank just walked in.

Of course. You go ahead.

I'll call you later.

Frank?

What are you doing home?

Is everything all right?

Just tell me

one goddamned thing.

What?

Is it true,

what they've been saying?

Frank, I can't believe

you even--

Because if it is, even in the slightest,

I swear to God, Cathleen--

Frank, I am sorry

you even had to

hear such nonsense.

Yeah, well, Dick Dawson

didn't seem to think

it was such nonsense...

when he snuck away from his desk

to phone me today.

Good heavens.

He says the whole

friggin' town's talking!

Frank, please.

Sybil will hear you.

I sent her out!

Christ, Cathleen, do you

even have the slightest idea

about what this could mean?

Dont you realize the effect

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