Far from Heaven Page #6

it's gonna have on me...

and the reputation I have

spent the past eight years

trying to build...

for you and the children

and for the company?

Frank, I swear to you,

whatever Mona Lauder saw

or thought she saw...

was entirely a figment

of that woman's

hateful imagination.

Yes. I have spoken

to Raymond Deagan

on occasion.

He brought his little girl

to Eleanor's art show.

But-- But, apparently,

even here in Hartford,

the idea of a white woman

even speaking to a colored man--

Oh, please!

Just save me the Negro rights!

You know what that woman

is capable of!.

And besides,

I-I've already given him notice...

and we-- we won't be seeing

that man again.

Fine.

Is that why you came home--

because of what Dick said?

Did something happen

at work?

Frank.

Tsk. I guess you could call it

some sort of early Christmas bonus.

What do you mean?

A month of rest

and relaxation.

Can you imagine?

During the busiest season

of the year.

What a goddamn honour.

But when you consider

the bang-up job I've been doing...

ever since good ol' Dr. Bowman

came on the scene--

and for being--

What did Millstein call it?

"Years overdue."

They do owe you a vacation

after all you've given them.

Palm Springs

is supposed to be nice.

So says the word on high.

I know it may not

seem like it now,

but a little time away,

a vacation,

might be the best thing...

for both of us.

Frank, what a wretched day

it must have been for you.

Say, what do you know?

Pop's home.

What you doing' home, Pop?

David, your father

has work to do.

It's best you help yourself

to a glass of milk

and get started on your studies.

Yes, Mother. Say, Pop--

Mind your mother,

David.

Yes, sir.

Uh, say, Mr. Deagan--

Yes, Jake?

There's a lady

on the phone for you.

I'll be right there.

- Hello.

- Hello.

Thank you for meeting me.

I realize you have

a busy schedule.

Worked out fine.

I was glad you called.

Are you sure

everything's all right?

Uh, is there something

I can do for you folks?

Can we leave here?

Of course.

What is it?

What happened?

I wanted to see you

in person, Raymond. I--

I just-- I can't.

Can't what?

It isn't plausible for me

to be friends with you.

You've been so very kind to me

and I've been perfectly reckless

and foolish in return,

thinking--

Thinking what?

That one person

could reach out to another,

take an interest in another...

and maybe for one

fleeting instant...

could manage to see

beyond the surface,

beyond the color of things?

Do you think we ever really do...

see beyond those things--

the surface of things?

"Just beyond the fall of grace,

behold that

ever-shining place."

Yes. I do.

I don't really have a choice.

I wish I could.

Good luck to you, Raymond.

Mrs. Whitaker.

You! Boy!

Hands off!.

- Yeah! You!

- Raymond, please don't.

You're so beautiful.

Come on, dear.

Oh! It is them! It is!

Thank you, Mother.

Thank you, Father.

Mwah!

Oh-ho. Merry Christmas,

sweetheart.

Now I'll be as good

as all the other girls in class.

Here you are,

darling.

Just the way

you like it.

Ahh.

Hey, Pop.

Look at this steam engine.

Wonderful.

Oh. My goodness.

I knew I was

forgetting something.

A little something

for Mr. and Mrs. Claus.

Well, what have we here?

"Bermuda."

"Acapulco. Rio.

Miami."

Take your pick.

It's your choice.

Mother, will you help me

lace up my slippers?

In a minute, dear.

I don't know. Stan is always

raving about Miami.

Oh, Frank.

Miami would be a dream.

El says it's just darling.

Everything's pink.

Oh, really?

Hmm.

Maybe we oughta

consider Bermuda.

Oh, Frank!

I do love you, darling.

Mwah.

I do.

I must say,

you look extremely fetching...

all gussied up

in your white tux and tie.

Well, it's a good thing,

since I can hardly breathe in it.

Oh. It's not that bad.

You like my dress?

Why, yes.

Very much. Didn't I say?

You did not.

Well, it's a ravishing dress...

with a ravishing girl

to go with it.

That's more like it.

Very nice.

Right this way, sir.

Hilda, we're over here.

Ah. Excuse us.

No problem at all.

You have

a lovely family.

Thank you.

Have

a Happy New Year.

Happy New Year.

Oh, Kenny, be a darling

and pour the champagne.

Sure, Mother.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the time has come...

for the countdown

into the new year.

Must be almost time.

All together now!

Five, four, three,

two, one.

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year, darling.

Happy New Year to you.

- Where do you wanna go?

- Mm. The table.

All right. Mary.

Did you see Kenny?

Martin! Martin!

Martin!

Oh! Caroline.

You know youre not

supposed to go in there!

Now what did I tell you

about going in that pool?

You know you're not

supposed to go in there!

Donna!

- Hello there.

- Well, hello.

Nice swim, darling?

Ahh.

Isn't the sun

just marvellous?

Mm-hmm.

Donna. Time to get out.

What? But why?

Because I said so.

- Here comes Kenny.

- I was looking for you

on the other side.

I tell you,

we're gonna have to

start meeting points.

That does it. I've had

quite enough fashion advice

for the afternoon.

I do believe it's time

for my Miss Mitchell.

Oh, heavens.

What?

I think I left it upstairs.

So silly.

You want me to go get it?

No. You just sat down.

Oh, no.

I don't mind.

You sure?

Yeah. I have to

get a paper anyway.

Thank you, darling.

I think it's right there

on the nightstand.

Hey, Hutch.

Look.

What?

Hey, fellas!

Look who's coming.

It's daddy's girl.

Hey there, daddy's girl.

Where do you think you're going?

Home.

Home to see your daddy?

Yeah. And his white girlfriend.

Hey! Where you going?

We just wanna play.

Uh-oh. Wrong turn,

daddy's girl.

Hey, daddy's girl.

Over here.

Yeah. She made a wrong turn

all right. Just like her daddy.

They're here!

I see their car!

They're here!

Welcome home,

Mr. and Mrs. Whitaker.

Oh, my goodness.

What a lovely greeting.

Hiya, Pop.

Hey, Mother.

Hey.

So, Mother,

was it dreamy?

Oh-ho. Listen to you.

"Dreamy."

Did you have a nice time,

Mr. Whitaker?

Yes. It was very relaxing.

Say, Pop--

David, help Sybil

with the luggage please.

Pop, you'll never

guess what happened

at school this week.

Try and guess.

David.

Uh, I give up.

I'm helping, Mother.

Billy Hutchinson

and these two other boys...

all got expelled

from school.

I think you mean

"suspended."

No. Expelled. I swear.

For throwing a rock

at a girl's head.

That's terrible.

- A little girl at school?

- No. She was a Negro.

What? Who told you

such a thing?

Tommy Hawkins.

He saw it, so he had

to tell the principal.

Sybil, is this true?

Yes, ma'am.

I'm afraid it is.

What on Earth

has gotten into this town?

It was just a couple

of foolish kids.

Yeah. Hutch said that they were

just trying to teach her a lesson.

Well, I think it's dreadful,

and you're not to play with that

Hutch boy again, understand me?

-Yes, ma'am.

- David, while youre up,

how about

flippin'on the set

for your old man?

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