Far from Heaven Page #7

Sure, Pop.

- Mother, how do you spell "skirt"?

- Uh, just a minute, dear.

Mother's making a call.

Oh. Yes. Hello. Um,

I was wondering if you

could help me possibly.

I just received

your brochure,

which I found

extremely informative,

and I was curious

about what was entailed,

precisely, in your--

in your volunteer program

in terms of particular skills

and so on.

You see, I--

Oh.

Oh, yes.

I can hold.

Father's home.

Frank. What happened

to the match?

Oh, my, um, shoulder.

It started acting up.

I-- I just couldn't

sit there any longer.

You didn't say anything.

Father, I did the splits today.

Wanna see?

Janice, your father

just walked in the door...

and you have schoolwork

to finish.

Yes, Mother.

You know,

Frank, you never

had that physical.

And I think

you're due for one.

Can I call Dr. Ellis?

You know,

it's been three years.

Oh. Did I tell you that

the paediatrician thinks that

Janice is going to need braces?

Father, do I have to?

Apparently, our little girl

has an overbite.

Pop, you'll never guess

what I'm doing.

Where is your coat?

It's in the garage.

I'm waxing Pop's car.

And what's it doing there?

It's gonna

look swell, Pop.

How many times do I have to

tell you children you are not

permitted outdoors...

in this kind of weather

unless you are properly dressed?

Yes, ma'am.

Because I give up.

If you wanna go and

catch your death of cold,

then so be it.

You try talking

some sense into them, Frank,

because whatever I say doesn't--

Frank?

What's the matter?

God.

David, Janice,

go upstairs to your rooms.

Now.

Now!

Frank.

What is it?

Cathy,

something's happened.

What?

I've fallen in love

with someone...

who wants to be with me.

Oh, Cathy,

I-I-I just-- I--

I never knew what that felt--

But I know that sounds so cruel, but--

Oh, God. Cathy, I tried.

I tried so hard

to make it go away.

It-- It-- I thought

that I could do it...

for you and for the kids.

But... I can't.

I just-- I can't.

I can't.

I, um, assume then, you'll be...

wanting a divorce.

Cathy.

Eleanor.

Eleanor, it's me, Cathy.

Oh, Cathy.

So you see, El,

why I couldn't tell you anything--

anything at all.

Oh, you dear sweet kid.

In a million years,

I couldn't have imagined.

Not Frank.

I think that's what's

been hardest of all.

The endless secrecy.

Our entire lives

just shut in the dark.

Are there savings?

None to speak of.

Certainly not

with Frank's job on the line.

Well, honey, if theres

anything you need,

anything at all--

Oh, El.

I mean it.

We're here, all right?

Thank you, El,

for always having been.

You know, it's funny.

What's that?

This whole time,

the only person I was able to

talk to about any of this...

was Raymond Deagan.

- What?

- It's true.

Not in the way that Mona intended.

Nothing like that.

But we would just talk.

And somehow, it made me feel--

I don't know.

Alive somewhere.

Eleanor, I know

it's ridiculous and mad,

but I-- I think of him.

I do.

What he's doing.

What he's thinking.

I--

I do.

El?

What can I say?

You're so full of surprises,

I'm speechless.

What do you mean?

I'm sure I must've looked

entirely the fool...

crusading away against Mona Lauder

and all her so-called inventions.

Eleanor, how could you

say such a thing?

I didn't say a word.

Who am I to tell anyone

how to lead their lives?

Eleanor, nothing

happened between us.

I told you that.

Cathy, it's

none of my business,

but you certainly

make it sound

as if something had.

Mrs. Whitaker?

Oh. Sybil.

I'm sorry to disturb you, ma'am.

I-I just--

Yes, Sybil?

There's something I've been

wanting to tell you, ma'am,

for some time.

Something I believe you

surely Anna know, even if

it isn't exactly my place.

Well, what is it?

It's about the little

colored girl, ma'am.

The one

that got hit.

Yes.

What about her?

I'm sorry, ma'am.

It was Mr. Deagan's

little girl, Sarah.

What? Oh, Sybil. No.

The neighbours tell me

she's doing just fine.

Oh, that poor sweet little girl.

That-- How in God's name

could you not have told me,

Sybil? This was weeks ago!

Mrs. Whitaker,

please don't be cross with me.

I didn't wanna

make things any worse.

Sybil, do you know

where Mr. Deagan lives?

I believe he's been

at his father's old place

on 12th and Governor.

Twelfth and Governor.

Thank you.

Are you going there now?

Please keep an eye

on the children.

I shouldn't be too long.

Mrs. Whitaker.

What?

Would you like me

to go with you, ma'am?

No. No, I'll be fine.

Thankyou, Sybil.

Who on Earth?

Yes.

Raymond, I-- I just heard.

Just this instant.

I heard

and I jumped into my car.

How are you? How is Sarah?

We're fine. Thank you.

Would you meet me around the side?

Sarah, everything's all right.

Daddy's just gonna be out

for a minute, okay?

Okay.

Raymond. What she

must've been through.

What's being done

to the boys?

Nothing.

I won't put her

through that again.

Not now. Not with rocks

coming through the windows

every night.

Raymond, that's hateful.

Oh, it's not whites throwin' them.

It's coloreds.

No.

Yeah.

Seems to be the one place

where whites and coloreds

are in full harmony.

Anyway, we'll be outta here

soon enough once and for all.

You're moving?

Yeah.

Where to?

I have a brother in Baltimore,

says he can find me work there.

So we're packing up the house.

Two weeks, Friday,

we'll be on the 4:30 train

heading south.

What about your--

your business, your shop?

Oh, the business is through.

Nobody's gonna hire me.

So I'm gonna sell the shop

to a cousin of mine.

Yeah. Things are...

pretty well finished for me here.

I've never lived anywhere

other than Hartford.

Perhaps...

sometime in the future...

after youre settled,

I could--

Perhaps I could come for a visit,

see Baltimore.

You see, I--

Well, it seems as if

I'm to be single again.

Oh, Mrs. Whitaker.

Please call me Cathy.

Cathy.

No one would know us there.

I'm just not sure

that would be a wise idea.

After,

well,

everything that's--

What matters now,

what has to matter the most,

is what's right for Sarah.

I've learned my lesson

about mixing in other worlds.

I've seen the sparks fly.

All kinds.

Have a proud life.

A splendid life.

Will you do that?

Good-bye, Cathy.

Hello.

Cathy, did I wake you?

I-I'm sorry to call this late.

I hope I didn't, uh--

Uh, no. I was awake.

I, uh, didn't want to

upset the children.

No. No, of course not.

How are they, by the way?

Fine. Just fine. They still

ask when you'll be coming home.

I know.

That's, uh, partly

why I'm calling really.

I got a call from Dick

yesterday...

and he said

that everything was set,

um, papers drawn up.

And he wanted to know

how Thursday was for you.

3:
00 or sometime?

I-- I told him I thought

you had car pool Thursdays,

but I wasn't

absolutely certain,

so I said I would check.

You never could remember

my car pool days.

And they've

always been the same.

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