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From the Terrace
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- Year:
- 1960
- 149 min
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[Train Bell Ringing]
All right, Weinkoop,
where is she?
In this car, sir.
Has she recovered consciousness?
Not yet.
This is the company doctor.
Follow me.
Come on.
Five minutes
out of portJohnson...
she went into the ladies' room.
Must've finished off a pint.
The telegram said she fell.
Rolled off the seat
like a sack of flour.
Well?
She's dead drunk.
Oh...
My report can say
something else...
but that's what it is.
Belongs in a hospital.
Anything to get her
off company property.
Come on, Doc.
Have her taken
to theJefferson Hospital.
You go with her.
Be sure you make it straight...
we're not taking
any responsibility.
We're doing this only
as a courtesy to her husband.
Put her in a private room
under another name.
Sam Eaton to come take her home.
Very well, Mr. Jones.
There's more
to running a railroad...
than just laying down
some tracks.
Looking for quail,
Frolick, as usual?
As usual, D.D.
You won't find
any around here.
They're all down
Nobody left on that train?
No, just the crew.
I wonder if...
Oh, no. Not Martha Eaton.
See you later.
This is D.D. Jones.
I want you to put in a long-distance
call to portJohnson.
To Mr. Samuel Eaton.
That's right,
Eaton Iron and Steel.
Will you be home
for dinner, Mr. Eaton...
If you mean by "anyone"
Mrs. Eaton, say so, Nellie...
or forever hold your peace.
Well, what with Mr. Alfred
coming home from the war today...
You're sure it's today, are you?
Maybe you even know
what time he's coming...
or how he's coming.
No reason a servant shouldn't know
more than his own family.
Those eggs were too hard
again today, Nellie.
When I say soft-boiled,
I mean soft-boiled.
Yes, Mr. Eaton.
I may be home.
Then again, I may not.
And now I'm off.
Goodbye, Nellie.
Goodbye, sir.
[Telephone Rings]
Hello. Eaton residence.
Oh, I'm sorry. He just left.
You should be able
to reach him at the mill...
in about 10 minutes.
You're welcome. Goodbye.
Mrs. Eaton
got out of the house...
mighty early
this morning, George.
Yes, sir.
Philadelphia again?
I didn't wait to see
which train she took, sir.
Didn't she say anything?
We were too busy
talking about your boy...
coming home safe from the navy
to talk about unimportant matters.
In other words, Mrs. Eaton's
whereabouts are too unimportant...
for me to have
any interest in them.
There's nothing about Mrs. Eaton
that's unimportant.
Not to me, sir.
Are you trying to say something
to me, George?
Well, sir,
I made me a promise...
the day your son went away.
"George Fry," I said...
"the day Alfred comes
home from this war...
you'll say some things that's
been wanting to be said."
Took a lot for granted, didn't you?
I knew he was coming back.
I prayed for him.
Prayed? You're no more
of a praying man than I am.
If it was Billy gone to war
instead of Alfred...
maybe you'd have learned
to pray, Mr. Eaton.
Is that what you promised
yourself to say?
A father can feel badly
over a son dead 13 years...
without ignoring the other one.
Don't preach to me, George.
No, sir.
Maybe you'd better
be taking the day off.
I'll accept the day's
holiday, sir...
but after that, I don't want
to work for you anymore.
No, I shouldn't think
you would.
I'll have your check ready
for you tomorrow morning.
Yes, sir.
You might as well stop
in front of the saloon...
when we get there
and get out.
That's where you'll be
going anyway, I'm sure.
Here's to Samuel Eaton...
president of
Eaton Iron and Steel...
who, after 20-some odd years...
to his boy Alfred...
has just been fired.
I said fired, Noony,
by his own chauffeur.
I'll drink to that.
And here's to Alfred Eaton...
in his whole life...
except be the son who
didn't die of spinal meningitis...
when he was a kid.
And now... I
hope he'll be forgiven...
[Train Bell Ringing]
You know where
North Hill Road is?
Uh-huh.
Hey, Jake.
Got a passenger
for out of town.
Good.
Don't you want to help me
with my bags?
Who says so?
How much do I owe you?
$3.00.
Oh, yeah? Who says so?
I said so. $3.00.
Wait here while I go in
and telephone.
Telephone who?
The taxi company... to find out
when they raised their prices.
$2.00.
Mm-hmm.
Here's $1.00.
Now, beat it before
I pull you out of that cab...
and bust your nose for you.
Well, big man.
Mr. Alfred.
Oh, Mr. Alfred!
Oh, Mr. Alfred!
Hello, Josephine.
Hello, Nellie.
[Sobs]
Stop, Nellie,
for the Lord's sake.
I can't help it.
Well, you all look fine.
Come on, now.
Turn around, Josephine.
I will not.
You don't have to.
I can see it's getting bigger.
Oh, it is not.
She don't have her corset on.
Shut your mouth,
for the Lord's sake.
I brought you two old crows
some presents from London.
You didn't have to spend
your money on us.
We're just thankful you're home.
I'll bet you are, too.
You didn't tell a soul
what time you were coming.
I didn't want to give anybody
a chance not to meet me.
We aren't really ready for you...
what with the mister
and missis away.
Away?
Tonight I have
only lamb chops...
but I did make apple pie.
Where did they go?
The missis went away
this morning.
I don't know where.
The mister called
this afternoon.
It sounded like
long distance.
He said, "Don't
wait with dinner."
We fixed for
Miss Trimingham early.
Miss Trimingham?
Yes. Come on, Josephine.
Help me with these bags.
You'll find your old room...
just exactly the way
you left it, Mr. Alfred.
Nellie, who's Miss Trimingham?
She's your mother's trained nurse.
Trained nurse?
For the drinking, Mr. Alfred.
Alfred.
Oh, my Alfred!
Oh.
Ohh...
Mother, you all right?
Ohh.
Oh, forgive me.
How horrible.
I'm so excited
and awkward.
Oh, but you're home.
Yes, Mother.
Oh, oh, darling, don't.
Don't look at me.
I didn't want you
to see me like this.
I'm so tired,
and I'm not feeling well.
Couldn't we save everything
for tomorrow...
when I'll be at my best?
We'll make believe
there was no tonight...
and that you
came home tomorrow...
and we'll say all our hellos
as they should be.
Sure, Mother.
Here comes your father.
Now make allowances.
He's not at his... best.
Here we are, Sam,
and look who's with me.
My boy. Home at last.
Hello, Father.
Hello, Father?
Is that all after all this time?
No. There's a lot more.
Yes, I should think
there would be.
Now what've you done
to yourself?
Oh, she just tripped and fell.
Doesn't he look wonderful?
Yes. Let's get in the house.
Now, Sam, what
we've decided is...
we're not going to say
our hellos tonight.
We're all much too tired...
and tomorrow we'll all
be fresh as a daisy.
How was the war?
O.K., I guess.
We won it.
Oh, have you met my son?
Alfred, this is Miss Trimingham.
How do you do?
Welcome home.
Up we go.
Oh... cool sheets
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