Rachel, Rachel
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- 1968
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RACHEL:
Don't let it be day.
Get up.
Mmm, not yet.
Every day is the same:
Heart attacks, cancer.
Get up.
I'm dead.
Can I move my arms?
WOMAN [SINGING]:
Lazy Mary, will you get up?
Will you get up?
Will you get up?
Lazy Mary, will you get up?
Or you'll be late for...
WOMAN:
What?- School.
Good morning, Rachel dear.
Morning, Mother.
Say, I was wondering if by any chance
you intend to pass Shabab's...
...on your way home from school
this evening?
Well, I don't intend anything
at the moment but I can.
Well, maybe you could pick me up
one of those nice chocolate bars.
All right.
It can be small.
The 5 cent one's
plenty good enough for me.
[MAN SINGING INDISTINCTLY]
Good morning, Hector.
Morning, Rachel.
You're out on the job early this morning.
I had the damnedest nightmares
all night long.
Guilty conscience?
Don't I wish.
MAY:
Rachel.
Don't get me the milk, you know.
Get the plain.
- Not too much cholesterol in that.
- What?
The chocolate.
[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]
WOMAN:
What was she doing up there?
She thinks of everybody
and now all the other...
RACHEL:
Stupid thought.
Morbid.
I mustn't give houseroom in my skull
to that sort of thing.
[CAR HORN HONKS]
[BELL TOLLING]
GIRLS [SINGING]:
Muriel Simpson says she'll die
For the want of the Golden City
She is handsome, she is pretty
She's the queen of the Golden City
[BIC YCLE BELL RINGS]
Inside, Grade 2 s.
Everybody at his seat
before the bell stops.
Come on, now.
[CAR HORN HONKS]
MAN:
Miss Cameron?
Boy, what a day, huh?
There's chill in the air now,
but it's gonna be a scorcher.
Yes, the summer certainly
seems to be upon us.
Yeah. Angela's working
on her summer cold already.
Every year like clockwork.
Hey, you know,
your eyes look a little red too.
Uh, the sandman failed to pay
his usual visit to me last night.
You know, you ought to take
a nerve relaxer. I do.
Once the tension's gone...
...sleep can be a very
sensual experience.
[SCHOOL BELL RINGING]
Leighton, is there something special
you have in mind?
Oh, well, Angela and I were wondering...
...if you'd like to have some supper with us
at home tonight.
Well, she'd really like it.
So would I. I mean, we've been meaning
to have you for a very long time...
...but Angela's been busy
with out-of-town relations...
...and now summer's here
and we haven't had our little Rachel in...
Angela's been busy
with out-of-town relations...
...and now summer's here
and we haven't had our little Rachel in...
...for a single meal.
So if you could see your way clear...
...you'd be putting balm
on sore consciences.
Well, tonight is my mother's
bridge night. Uh...
Leighton, I'm awfully sorry.
I usually fix her coffee and sandwiches.
Oh, what a pity.
So we're gonna have a lot of fun.
And an old friend of yours
Just the four of us.
- Who is that?
LEIGHTON:
Uh-uh.Too late now. Ha, ha.
Unless you change your mind.
James Doherty,
will you get off that swing this instant?
Or else.
James.
Look at you, the fastest gun in the West
and the slowest thing on two feet.
Now, look alive.
[CHANTING]
Hup, two, three, four.
Hup, two, three, four.
That's a boy.
RACHEL:
Thattaway.
That's very good.
Miss Cameron.
Just a minute. Get in line.
We're off to the library
to look at castles and keeps.
What are you off to?
- We're going to be fairies and butterflies.
- Ooh.
for supper tonight and I said no.
The Groper.
Come on up after,
What?
A companion that needs taking care of...
...but unlike your mother,
it doesn't talk back.
All right.
Have all my Walter Raleighs died?
Drawbridges do not open by themselves.
Thank you.
[SINGING "SWEET AND LOW"]
[FINGERS SNAP]
[WHISPERS]
Psst! Outside.
Close the door.
CHILDREN:
I've been going over
your attendance records...
...among other things.
James Doherty's been absent too much.
Three weeks in March.
[SIGHS]
Ten days in May.
And again this week.
Yes, I know, it's tonsillitis.
James has too much honor
to play hooky.
LEIGHTON:
I only wanna talk to him, Rachel.
Now, would you send the young gentleman
out to me, please?
Leighton, it's his mother's fault,
she wrote the excuses.
Would you like to conduct
the entire investigation?
CHILDREN:
...one equals nine.
RACHEL:
James.
Would you go to Mr. Siddley, please?
He's waiting in the hall.
James, get your things. Come along.
- Where are we going?
- Home, to my house.
Miss Cameron.
What?
Do I still have to call you
Miss Cameron anymore?
Darling, you can call me
anything you like.
RACHEL:
Coward.
God, but I wanna leave this school.
No, you don't.
If you wanted to leave, you'd leave.
You'll never leave anything, Rachel.
YOUNG RACHEL [SINGING]:
Rachel Cameron says she'll die
For the want of the Golden City
She is handsome, she is pretty
She's the queen of the Golden City
She is pretty, one, two, three
Queen of Golden City
CALLA:
Yoo-hoo!
[CALLA BLOWS WHISTLE]
Child.
RACHEL:
Calla, I have asked you beforenot to call me "child."
It sounds ridiculous.
CALLA:
Sorry, slip of the tongue.
You coming up?
I'd come down but I'm busy
trying to get my eagle back in his cage.
CALLA:
Jacob, will you get your ass down here?
[BIRD CHIRPS]
[CALLA MO ANS]
Just ignore him.
Where's my present?
May it watch over you till fall.
RACHEL [SOFTLY]:
Oh.
[CALLA LAUGHS]
It's the one we saw at the flower show.
Naturally.
I can't take that.
That's too much.
I'll borrow it from you.
Oh, shut up.
Look.
When things get glumpy,
you just hold it up to the light.
You get the feeling
you're actually sitting under it.
And everything gets very calm and quiet.
It's too much.
I just wish I had something
to give to you.
What are you planning to do
between now and Labor Day?
Sit on the porch with Mama?
I guess so.
I am going to paint my apartment lilac.
We bought a whole mess of lilac paint
on sale...
...to use at tabernacle.
I'm gonna get a good suntan.
No, I'm not.
Every summer, I say that
and I buy oodles of suntan lotion...
...and at the end of the summer,
I'm still just as pale as a mushroom.
Yeah, well, we shouldn't make too much
of vacations.
They're just time like any other time.
A dozen Sunday newspapers.
I'm in the exact middle of my life.
What?
I'm exactly in the middle of my life.
This is my last...
...ascending summer.
Everything else from now on is just...
...rolling downhill into my grave.
My life didn't even begin
until a year ago next week.
The eve of the Fourth of July
was my Dependence Day.
Independence.
Don't correct me. That was the day
I started leaning on the Lord.
Calla, we made a bargain
not to talk about that.
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