Four Friends Page #3

- I'm gonna have a baby.

- Congratulations.

- It's Tom's baby.

I better shut up again.

What the hell's going on?

- I didn't want to get married.

- I did. I love ceremonies.

I can't wait to have my baby.

Isadora Duncan had babies,

and it made her dance that much better.

- It did. It made her fly.

- What about me?

- That's what I'm gonna do, I'll fly.

- Why didn't you tell me?

- You had your chance.

- Well, so did you.

You had your chance, too.

You're gonna dance, huh?

You're not gonna dance!

You're not gonna do anything!

You'll spend the rest of your life

here in East Chicago, Isadora Duncan.

I wouldn't bet on it, kiddo!

You're developing a hateful streak,

Danilo Prozor.

It's not very stylish of you.

It's rather common. Vulgar, actually!

Georgia

A song of you

- All right, that's enough.

- Too bad.

Now I'm hooked.

Comes as sweet and clear

As moonlight through the pines

Other arms reach out to me

Other eyes smile tenderly

Still in peaceful dreams I see

lt'll be just like you

to get yourself killed in the war...

and so fool everybody one more time.

I'll be back. You can quote me on that.

Thanks for the lift.

Maybe we won't ever see each other again.

Then again, maybe we will.

- Goodbye.

- Bye.

And the rockets' red glare

The bombs bursting in air

Gave proof through the night

That our flag was still there

My friend, Danilo,

is a national anthem freak.

He goes to football games

so he can stand up...

and blend in the crowd of thousands

singing, "Oh, say can you see."

In all the time I've known him, I've never

heard him say "United States" once.

It was always "America."

Like he saw something when he said it.

America.

We will now have a moment of silence

in memory of John F. Kennedy.

You're blocking the view,

God damn it! Move.

- Get out of the way.

- This is absurd.

What do you gotta come into a hospital for

in the first place?

They have good lights here,

and I wanted an audience.

I don't need any help, just applause.

Here it comes! It's coming!

- Hit it, David!

- Push.

Nonsense!

Mother. Danilo.

It's all eroding.

But the way my daddy sees it...

the ocean is attacking his property

and he's fighting back.

What's his is his, come hell or high water.

- He seems like a very...

- Yes, he is.

She thinks we should get married.

If you do, I'd suggest you elope

and not tell anyone.

Philosophy?

When nations start worrying

about their philosophies...

it's a sure sign they're on the decline.

The Huns, the Goths,

the Ostrogoths, the Vandals...

didn't worry about philosophies.

Cowards tinker with philosophies.

Would you fight, Mr. Prozor?

I see that you're sitting out this war,

but would you ever fight?

Fight for what?

For anything or anyone.

Or would you have a philosophy instead

to justify why you didn't?

Now, this may sound inhospitable of me...

but what I'm basically trying to find out

is if somebody attacked you...

If I attacked you, would you fight back?

It seems to me

as if you're attacking me right now.

Yeah, and it seems to me

you're not fighting back.

It's cruel world, dear.

Nobody wants to fight you.

I want to marry Adrienne.

It appears I spoke too soon.

So you want to take my daughter from me.

I believe the tradition is you give her away.

Mr. Prozor, you are looking at a man who

gives nothing away that he wants to keep.

This proposal falls under that heading.

I hope you change your mind.

I believe a change

would do you a lot of good.

Is something puzzling you?

I'm just sizing up the situation,

Mr. Carnahan. You don't like me...

and I guess I don't like you.

I guess, for Adrienne's sake,

we'd better get to know each other better...

before you try to plunge headlong

into my family.

With a year of school left,

we should be able to do just that.

Good.

Would you excuse me, please?

Don't I always, dear?

Adrienne.

What a wonderful Christmas present.

My son is going to marry

a rich man's daughter.

He's going to skip steps,

to skip the factories and the sweat...

to go to the top.

Your son is asking for your blessing...

- and your permission to marry.

- You are like hell asking.

You make plans, and you come here

with your plans and your packages...

and try to pretend

that you are a loving son...

and I am a loving father.

That is not how it is.

Give me your blessing, Father. Please.

Rich don't need blessing.

Please.

I will come to your wedding. That is all.

Don't worry about him. He loves the snow.

It's not like Tom to write, so he wrote.

And you know what?

He wrote me in Vietnamese.

I mean, I think it's Vietnamese.

It's not English.

I told my dad it looked like Hebrew,

but he didn't think that was very funny.

You mean, Georgia just took off?

Yeah, but I'm used to it.

She'll be back. You know Georgia.

I hope so.

It's really something being married to her.

I told you he loves the snow.

Georgia says he's going to be a dancer.

Did I tell you what his name was?

I knew there was something

I had to tell you.

Isador Duncan Levine.

With a name like that,

he better do something.

It's snowing like hell.

Where's your roommate?

Hi. It's all over you.

- Danilo's not here.

- He's not?

He went to East Chicago.

So we just missed each other.

I'm leaving for New York.

You have a fever.

- I'm freezing.

- Here, cover up.

Here.

Are these family pictures?

Oh, my. Look at Aunt Louise.

I don't know why you ever left home.

Good night, darling.

I brought you a Christmas present,

Louie Carnahan.

Shall I unwrap it?

Sure.

What is it?

Even if it's a hallucination,

it's one of my best.

Georgia, Georgia

- Don't be mad at me.

- How could I be mad at you?

I don't know, but if you think of a reason,

try and forget it.

The whole day through

Just an old sweet song

Your father has arranged

to have a doctor on the plane with you.

- I'll see you in New York in June.

- For the wedding?

Yeah, for the wedding.

Hey, slow the bus down! Slow it down, man.

- Dan!

- Rudy!

- Hey, mister, what's happening?

- Where you going?

Mississippi this time.

From Rough Rider to freedom rider.

- Where you headed?

- New York.

Hey, man, you like to make speeches,

so come on.

Come on.

And not a moment too soon.

Here comes the groom

You're all well.

I'm made of iron. At least, my lungs are.

- The Yugoslav has arrived.

- With his trunk.

As I said I would.

Mom, stop it.

Big day tomorrow, Mr. Prozor.

Here they come!

We did it.

A toast to the newlyweds.

To my daughter, Adrienne Carnahan.

- I'm not losing a daughter.

- No!

No, I'm not losing a daughter.

In effect, what I'm saying is

that I refuse to lose a daughter.

America.

Here are the lineups.

At second base, Number 16...

- I don't know what to tell you.

- I'm sorry.

Louie?

I just came back to pick up my trunk

and say goodbye to Louie.

Louie died September 29.

I buried him yesterday.

It's a very confusing time for me.

The wedding presents are still wrapped

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