In This Our Life Page #6

No.

No, it was not an accident.

Then why? What are you keeping back?

She told me

that Peter had killed himself.

Killed himself? But he wouldn't.

Why on...? Oh...

Roy, darling.

Is that all she said? What about Stanley?

Stanley's in a bad way.

She found him.

Peter's a coward to do a thing like that.

I've said that all along. Soft. No guts.

Don't you dare say that.

It was her fault. She drove him to it.

Roy.

Oh, Craig, I'm sorry.

Darling, there's nothing you could've

done. That part's out of our lives. Over.

Well, what's done is done.

We've got to do something for Stanley.

Maybe I'd better go to Baltimore.

No.

He was my husband.

Stanley's my sister.

I'll go and do what I can.

- Oh, you're Stanley's sister?

- Yes.

Please come in.

I'm so glad you're here, Mrs?

- Miss Timberlake.

- I'll take your bag.

Thank you.

- How is she?

- A little quieter now.

Poor dear,

she was almost out of her mind.

And what of Peter?

His brother came down this morning.

He's making all the arrangements.

- I suppose you're taking Stanley back home.

- Lf she wants to come.

I think she ought to get out of this house.

I've been doing shopping for her. I had to

go to six places to find a decent black hat.

All her hats are so gay, you know?

Just like poor Stanley.

Oh, was she gay?

I was afraid she'd been unhappy.

- Well, she had to keep up, didn't she?

- Yes, I suppose she did.

I don't think she's asleep.

We'll go in and see.

Stanley, dear. Stanley.

- It's your sister.

- Roy.

- Something terrible has happened. Peter...

- Don't talk.

You're going to stay, aren't you?

Please stay with me.

When you're rested and feel better,

I'm going to take you home.

- Home?

- Yes.

They don't want me. Nobody wants me.

They want you very much.

Mother and Dad.

- We all do.

- You don't hate me, Roy?

- No, I don't hate you.

- I didn't mean to hurt you.

I don't know why it happened.

I didn't know at the time.

It's like lightning.

Like being struck by lightning.

Don't Stanley, don't. It's all over now.

We have to live as we can.

I couldn't help it.

I never could help anything.

You loved me when I was little.

- I still love you.

- Why did it happen?

Why'd it have to happen to me?

Don't talk about it, Stanley.

Try not to think.

He always wanted me with him.

He never even wanted me to leave

the house, not unless he was along.

He was that way about me.

And now he's gone

and I can never see him again.

If he'd only told me what he was going

to do, I could've stopped him.

Perhaps he was out of his mind.

No, he wasn't out of his mind.

He did it because he couldn't live with me

and he couldn't live without me.

I really loved him. If I'd only showed him.

Now it's too late. Too late.

Roy, what have I done?

He's gone. He's dead.

Stanley, don't torture yourself.

Life and death happen.

If it hadn't been for me,

he'd still be alive.

He'd still be alive. I can't stand it.

Stanley. Stanley, listen to me.

Repeat what I say right after me.

Just say the words.

Say them very quietly

and soon you'll go to sleep.

I'm going to get better.

I'm going to go on.

I'm going to get better.

I'm going to go on.

Everything will be all right.

In time, everything will be all right.

Everything will be all right.

Just say those things over to yourself.

Don't think of anything else.

And soon you'll go to sleep.

Soon you'll go to sleep.

But you'll stay with me. I'm afraid alone.

Don't worry, dear.

I'm here with you.

- Do me up.

- Darling, you're not going out in this dress.

I'm not gonna wear black anymore.

It's depressing. It seems to blot me out.

- But what'll people think?

- What they like.

I'm fed up with pretending

something I don't feel.

- Stanley...

- For months, I wished I was dead.

I'm tired of wishing it.

I grieved for Peter,

I can't grieve anymore...

- Hello, Stanley, Daddy.

- Hello, Roy.

- How are you feeling?

- Not good.

Oh, I'm sorry. I won't be in to dinner.

I have to change.

It's nice someone's happy.

I wonder what Roy's done to Craig.

- What do you mean?

- He's not the least amusing anymore.

They seem very happy, Stanley.

Well, I'm glad I brought them together.

I won't be in until late.

Where are you going, dear?

- For a drive.

Do be careful, darling.

- Oh.

- Hello, Stanley.

I didn't know you were here.

- Roy's dressing. She'll be down in a minute.

- Thanks.

Don't you dance anymore?

Not very much.

You used to be crazy about it.

What's the matter?

Oh, we've been sort of busy.

- We?

- Yes. Roy and I.

Oh.

Doing what?

Lots of things.

Tonight we're going to the opera.

Sound simply fascinating.

Just think what you escaped.

Just think what you missed.

Anyway, it's too late now.

Hello, Craig.

Hello, darling. I think we'd better hurry.

We have plenty of time.

Why don't you come with us?

No, thank you.

I'll have to keep still at the opera...

...and I'd do anything than keep still.

- We'll see you later.

- I won't be here. I'm going out.

- Oh, well, good night.

- Good night.

What is the matter, Stanley?

Stanley, what is it?

I can't bear it.

I can't bear to see other people happy...

...when I'm so miserable.

Can't you see I'll go out of my mind...

...if I have to sit by

and watch other people make love?

Can't you see?

Oh, Daddy, I wanna go away.

I wanna go away before Roy's marriage.

I can't stand the wedding.

I wish I could fly.

I wish I were rich enough

to buy a plane and fly away.

You can't fly away from life, my dear.

And you just can't sit and wait

for unhappiness to come to an end.

It takes too long.

In my day,

we didn't talk about happiness.

If it came, we were grateful for it.

We were brought up in the belief...

...that there were things more important.

- What things?

Oh, old fogy, fantastic notions...

...such as duty

and personal responsibility.

It's a chronic condition

and probably nothing serious.

But I'd feel better

if he went down to Johns Hopkins...

...and had a thorough going-over.

You know how he is. He won't admit it.

He's frightened to death of hospitals.

- Stanley, dear.

- Hello, Aunt Charlotte.

I hope there's nothing wrong.

Nothing that a visit

from you won't improve.

- Run and cheer him up. He's in the library.

- Thank you, I will.

I'll make the arrangements, Mrs. Fitzroy.

Good evening.

- Uncle, dear.

- Stanley.

I'm so sorry you're not feeling well.

Oh, it's nothing. Nothing at all.

You know what alarmists

these doctors are.

Doctors and wives,

they're the same breed.

A man gets a stomachache

and what do they think?

They think all sorts of things.

I swear you don't look sick. In fact,

you've never looked better. Or younger.

Ha-ha. You're the kind of medicine

a man needs. Not that stuff.

I guess I'm...

Kill or cure.

Kill or cure, eh? Oh...

You're the one who could say a thing

like that and get away with it.

You're the only one I could say it to.

- You're a rascal. That's what you are.

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