Leave Her to Heaven Page #5

I don't know.

Oh, darling, forgive me.

I'm sorry.

I can't help it.

It's only because I love you so.

I love you so I can't bear to share you

with anybody.

Well, the gaI with the hoe.

Oh.

You're doing a swell job.

It's easy here. You just put things

in the ground and they grow.

It's much harder by the sea

where we live.

Dick, when are you going to visit us

at Bar Harbor?

When I finish the book maybe.

I think you'II like it there.

We were talking about it this morning,

Mother and I.

We thought it might be a good idea

for Danny to go back with us.

The beach is lovely,

and we have a sailboat.

He'd have a wonderfuI time.

I'm sure he would.

There's a schooI too,

an excellent schooI.

Yes, I know.

Ellen told me all about it.

I'll have a talk with Danny.

Dick, as far as I've read, it's splendid.

Oh, well, just for that I'll dedicate

the book to you.

And what shall I say?

To my sweet, to my beautifuI,

my discerning mother-in-law who...

Who advised me to dedicate

this book to my wife.

- I'll dedicate the next one to her.

- You dedicate them all to her.

I hope you'll send me the rest

when it's finished.

There are only

a few more chapters to write.

I'll wind it up before you leave.

That's hardly likely.

We're leaving Saturday.

Saturday? That's preposterous.

You've only been here a few days.

Yes, and they've been wonderfuI days.

Ruth and I shall never forget them.

But there are reasons

why we must be getting home.

- Does Ellen know you're leaving?

- I told her this morning.

Now, don't look so downcast, Dick.

In a way, mothers-in-law

are like children.

They should be seen and not heard...

...and not seen too much.

What's wrong with Ellen?

There's nothing wrong with Ellen.

It's just that she loves too much.

Perhaps that isn't good.

It makes outsiders of everyone else.

But she can't help it.

You must be patient with her.

She loved her father too much.

Please, sit still.

How do you expect me...?

I can't help it. It tickles.

You'll just love our house by the sea.

There are rocks on one side

of the beach. When it's low tide...

...you can go there and watch

the anemones and ink-squids.

And there are the most wonderfuI shells

and pebbles, all sizes and colors.

Sounds swell.

Hold still.

How would you like to go

to Bar Harbor for a while?

I had a letter from Ruth,

and she'd love to have you.

I'd love to go.

With Dick, you mean?

He doesn't want to leave

untiI the new book's finished.

Then we can join you.

Well, I'd rather wait then...

...till we can all go together,

the three of us.

We wouldn't be separated for long,

just a few weeks.

No, I'd rather wait.

Can I swim all the way across today?

- Think you could make it?

- Why, sure.

I made it 3/4 yesterday

and wasn't a bit tired.

- All right.

- If I make it today...

- ...can we show Dick tomorrow?

- Yes, tomorrow.

We don't have to tell him how long

I've been practicing, do we?

No, we can just pretend you decided

to do it on the spur of the moment.

Yeah, that's what we'll do.

You know,

I can just see him watching now.

After a while he'll say,

"That's enough. Get back in the boat. "

I'll pretend like I didn't hear him

and keep on going.

Are you ready?

Ready.

- You think you can make it, Danny?

- It's a cinch.

Don't worry about your direction.

I'll keep you on your course.

Okay.

Are we halfway to the point yet?

Not yet.

You're not making

very much progress, Danny.

Are you all right?

I'm a little winded.

I had a kink in my side,

but it's gone now.

- You'd better float for a while.

- Yeah.

I.... I think I'm getting tired.

Take it easy.

You don't want to give up

when you've come so far.

Okay. I'll get my second wind

in a minute.

Oh....

The water's cold.

Colder than I thought.

I ate too much lunch.

I have a stomachache. Ellen!

It's a cramp.

Ellen, it's a cramp!

Ellen! Ellen!

Help me!

Danny!

Danny!

Danny!

I've been cleaning Father's laboratory.

It might be a good place

for Dick to work.

He's dropped his work.

He's dropped everything.

I'm losing him, Ruth.

I'll die if I lose him.

Perhaps if you went back to the lodge,

just the two of you.

No, he hates it now,

everything about it.

He never wants

to set foot there again.

And he doesn't want

to go back to Boston.

If I only knew what he was thinking.

You've always helped me, Ruth.

Help me now.

A little time, Ellen, you'll see.

He's had a great loss.

There's a great emptiness in his life.

If he only had a child of his own.

Oh, it's wonderfuI!

When Ellen was little,

her father fixed this as a playroom.

When she grew up,

he used it as a laboratory.

It's going to be a playroom again,

as it was before.

Not exactly. Your baby was a girI.

Ours is going to be a boy.

- You've decided that, have you?

RICHARD:
Definitely.

Ellen gave me her word of honor.

Stand still, will you?

- I've got a kink in my neck.

- Dotted Swiss is nice for the curtains.

- What about the rug?

- Don't put rugs in children's playrooms.

- You use linoleum.

- Why?

Linoleum washes easier, just in case.

Say, you women think

of everything, don't you?

- All right, you can rest.

- Oh.

Ellen, you shouldn't have walked up

those stairs.

You know what the doctor told you.

Come here and sit down.

What have you done

with Father's lab?

We didn't want you to see it

till it was finished.

- Where are his things?

- We stored them in the basement.

Why didn't you consult me?

We wanted to surprise you.

It's an ideaI place for a playroom.

But I didn't want the room changed,

ever. I wanted it left just as it was.

I know you don't like being surprised,

but we were trying to please you.

Come on, darling,

everything's so wonderfuI now.

Patchouli.

You'll have to behave yourself.

Imagine eating shrimps

at a time like this.

- Where's Richard?

- He went to town.

They upset you.

I've been telling you that for years.

- Did Ruth go with him?

I think so.

Especially now, in your condition.

- When did they leave?

- Right after lunch.

And another thing,

don't try to be so blamed athletic.

What time is it, Mother?

- Almost 5.

- You've got to stop gadding about.

Gadding?

What are you talking about?

- This baby's making a prisoner of me.

- Why are you having it then?

I can't do anything.

I can't go any place.

- I don't even see my husband.

- Why don't you have him come here?

Because I don't want him

to see me this way.

That doesn't make sense.

Those are orders, now.

No shrimps. No stairs.

And don't you budge off that couch.

Hey!

- Oh! Oh!

Get those, Ruth.

- Oh, heavens!

Hey!

There.

- What are you doing?

You look so funny. You should always

wear your hat like that.

I missed you this afternoon.

What did you do

when you went to town?

Oh, we just shopped around

for the baby things.

You were gone about four hours.

Well, we walked to town and back.

Rather a long walk, isn't it?

Tell me, what did you talk about?

Oh, a lot of things.

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