Humoresque Page #9

there will be so many people.

Please try and understand.

Don't make me explain.

It isn't as if I'll miss the concert. I won't.

The radio's on now. Can you hear it?

Paul?

You're still angry, aren't you?

Oh, yes, you are. I can tell.

Don't, Paul. Don't.

But of course I want it

to go well. You know that.

Oh, listen to me. Listen. Darling,

I'm sorry. I don't mean to worry you.

You mustn't worry

because everything's all right.

It's just that it's so quiet here.

The rest and quiet are doing

me a world of good.

It's so beautiful and peaceful.

There isn't a soul on the beach.

I can see the sky in the water.

There's a smudge of smoke

out there almost at the horizon.

It must be a boat, far, far out.

Paul, I wish we were onboard that boat.

So far out that we couldn't

see anything but sky and water.

Nothing more.

What?

You didn't hear?

No.

No, it wasn't important.

Really, it wasn't.

Yes. Yes.

No, he's gone. I told him he could go.

There's no one here. I'm all alone.

But of course I'm all right.

There's nothing wrong.

I'll tell you what. Come down tomorrow

and we'll drive back to town together.

What? Tonight?

All right, darling. Tonight if you want.

Oh, yes, I'll wait.

Paul? Paul, hello?

It's nothing. I just thought

you'd hung up, that's all.

Who?

Well, you go ahead. Of course

I understand. And good luck, darling.

Paul.

I love you.

This is Robert Corten again, talking

to you from Symphony Hall.

We now come to our guest soloist

for this evening, Mr. Paul Boray.

Mr. Boray is making his entrance onstage,

followed by Mr. Sidney Jeffers.

Mr. Boray will play his own transcription

of music from Richard Wagner's opera...

...Tristan and Isolde.

The houselights are lowered.

Here's to love.

And here's to the time

when we were little girls...

...no one asks to marry.

You know yourself better than anyone

else, Helen. Can you change now?

And if you don't,

do you really believe he'll change?

He doesn't know

what it means to be soft.

Nothing means anything

to him but his music.

Can't you realize I have a concert

to play tonight?

Do you wanna ruin my concert, ruin

my career, ruin everything, is that what?

Why don't we go home.

There's nothing we can do here.

I...

I need a shave.

Having to shave every day. It's silly.

Shave every day. Why?

Why do I have to shave every day?

She once asked me

what it was like to live up here.

The Boray point of view.

It's lonely.

It all seemed so simple once.

Live your life, do your work,

as simple as all that.

You find out it's not that easy.

Nothing comes free.

One way or another,

you pay for what you are.

Yeah.

Tell Bauer not to worry.

I'm not running away.

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