In This Our Life Page #4

your saying that. I sure will.

- Goodbye, Parry.

- Good night, Miss Roy.

Craig.

Oh.

Hello, Roy. How are you?

- I'm fine. How are you?

- Fine too. Heh.

- It's nice, isn't it?

- Yes, it's nice.

Um... Sit down, won't you?

Well, I just got my decree.

Puts a period on what's happened.

I'm a free woman.

If we could only get free from ourselves.

- What have you been doing?

- Oh, nothing, everything.

- Which?

- Is there any difference?

I've been keeping very busy.

Decorating homes for new lovers?

- Do you have to talk like that?

- I don't have to talk at all.

- Cigarette?

- Thanks, I have some of my own.

I'm not picking them off the street yet.

You like being hurt, don't you?

You get a pleasure out of it.

Lying down,

letting misery wash over you.

Well...

Have you tried working?

What for?

For yourself. To keep your self-respect.

- You can't keep something you haven't got.

- How about your practice?

- The things you believe in?

- I don't believe in anything.

I've just talked with a colored boy,

Parry Clay.

He's going to be a lawyer.

No woman or nothing on earth's

gonna stop him.

You've got everything that boy wants and

you sit here feeling sorry for yourself.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that.

- It's none of my business what you do.

- Wait. Don't go yet, Roy.

- Well?

- Um...

I'm sorry. I guess I ought

to be ashamed of myself.

- Maybe if...

- If what?

Well, I thought, maybe if we...

- Oh, no, never mind.

- Say it.

Well, could I see you sometime?

Whenever you wish.

- Lf you get yourself a haircut.

- I'll even get a red tie to match your hat.

- That might not be a bad idea.

- Where can I reach you?

Call me at the office. Not at the house.

For the present,

let's keep this between ourselves.

Just as you say.

The impudence of the girl.

The plain, brazen impudence.

But the poor girl is bored and unhappy

with Peter away at the hospital so much...

Oh, is she? Well, that's just too bad.

She disgraces the family,

runs off with her sister's husband...

...and now we're expected to feel sorry for

her. Well, this is a fine state of affairs.

Hello.

Anything happen?

Your sister has the brass

to write me a letter...

...asking me to send her car down

to Baltimore.

I can't bear to think

of my poor child lonely and unhappy.

It's too bad about your poor child.

Roy hasn't a car.

Perhaps she'd like to use it.

- No, thanks.

- I quite understand, my dear.

Besides, it is Stanley's car.

It's just standing idle in the garage.

Why don't you send it?

What's the difference?

I'll do no such thing. Nothing on earth

can make me send her that car.

- Thank you.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye and good luck to you.

Thank you.

Feel any different?

Mm... Not much.

I don't.

Let's go dancing.

- All right. Where?

- There's a place called The Shanty...

...on Macon Street.

I hear there's very good swing.

The Shanty it is.

Hey, wait a minute.

- Happy?

- Mm-hm.

You're sweet.

Darling.

I might even turn out to be a good wife.

- Imagine me being a good wife. Ha-ha-ha.

- Ha-ha.

Oh...

- Why don't you watch where you're going?

- Oh, I'm so sorry, honey.

Here, let me fix it for you.

- That's all right.

- It isn't all right.

It's a dirty shame on your nice dress.

Besides, a drink's a drink.

Fortunately, there's more

where that came from.

And the next one's on me.

Uh, don't bother.

We were leaving anyway.

That's too bad. I thought now

that we're acquainted, we could talk.

- Peter, I don't wanna go yet.

- Don't you think we ought to?

What'll you have? Oh, champagne.

Oh, I guess he can afford it.

- Oh, waiter?

- Yes, ma'am?

- A split of champagne.

- Yes, ma'am.

Look, Peter. He's sound asleep.

Oh, never mind the dormouse.

He works all day.

This is the way he relaxes.

Don't you, honey?

- Huh? What's that?

- Never mind. Never mind.

He loves to go places,

although nobody knows why.

- Doesn't he dance?

- Can't quite call it that.

- You're good. I was watching you.

- I'm crazy about it.

- I could die dancing.

- Try it with him sometime. Ha-ha-ha.

Well, here's to accidents.

We haven't even introduced ourselves.

My name's Betty Wilmoth.

- That's the body of Jim Purdy.

- Mine's Stanley Kingsmill.

And this is my husband, Peter.

Married? I'd never have guessed it.

You look too happy.

- Almost six hours now.

- Just today?

Hey, Jim, wake up. This is a party.

They've just been married.

- Huh? What's that?

- They've just been married.

- Married? Who?

- Our friends, the Kingsmills.

Peter and Stanley.

Oh, congratulations

and many happy returns.

The longest sentence of the evening. It took

a wedding to do it. Here's luck to you both.

Thank you.

- Darling, we've got to be going.

- Oh, so soon. That's a shame.

- Peter, can't we stay a little longer?

- Please, dear. It's late.

Oh, but I'm having fun.

I haven't had fun for such a long time.

- I've gotta be at the hospital in the morning.

- Oh, what's the difference?

This is a wedding celebration.

That's an awful chic hat you're wearing.

Where'd you get it?

- In Richmond. We come from Richmond.

- Let me see.

- Who do I know that lives in Richmond.

- Stanley, come on.

- Good night, Miss Wilmoth.

- Oh...

- Well, don't be such an old stick.

- Stanley?

I'm staying whether you are or not.

Well, go on. What are you waiting for?

Honey, you sure you know

what you're doing?

I always know what I'm doing.

3512 Charles Street.

Driver?

- Take me back to The Shanty.

- Okay.

No, don't take me back.

Take me home.

Darling.

Darling.

Stanley.

I thought you were never coming home.

You ought to be spanked.

For being a good wife?

For making me love you so much.

Darling.

You're everything I want. Everything.

Darling.

Darling.

Am I, darling?

Well, how do I look?

Like a human being.

Last time I saw, you looked like

something stuffed with straw.

Funny what a park bench will do

if you stay long.

Parks are for the very rich

or the very poor.

Say, you've got intelligence.

That's a trait every man admires

in another man.

You're good-looking.

Is that what you wanted to hear?

I don't want to hear anything

or feel anything...

...except the wind blowing in my face.

I know how it is.

Let's talk about us.

What have you been doing?

Yesterday I went down to my office

and blew the dust off the top of my desk.

- Good.

- My father kept up the rent...

...but, uh, he couldn't

keep up the clients. Ha-ha.

By the way, where are we going?

Not that it matters very much.

How about dinner at Williamsburg?

I want to go somewhere

I've never been before.

I don't care how far it is

or how long it takes.

I think I know a place.

It's in the Blue Ridge

outside of Lexington.

They call it an inn but it's really a farm.

- I hope it hasn't even a name.

- No, it hasn't.

It's an old house on a side road

about 20 miles from nowhere.

Out of everywhere into nowhere.

Is that a poem...

...or is it a wish?

Sorry. You'll have to turn back.

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