Revolutionary Road Page #6

- Maybe later.

- I'll dance.

Okay.

I guess shes pretty blue

'bout Paris, huh?

- Think shell be okay?

- Oh, sure.

Give us girls a couple of days

and we can get over anything!

That's right.

Oh, Frank.

Frank...

Frank...

Frank...

You okay?

Are you okay?

Milly?

Oh.

I'm so sorry.

Frank, excuse me.

Oh. That's just great.

What the hell we suppose to get out now?

Oh, boy.

Oh, don't worry about that, Shep.

We can wait. Really.

I've got the sitter.

Listen, why dont you drive Milly home,

then go home yourself?

That takes care of both sitters.

Then Shep can take me home later.

Yeah.

It's fine by me.

Okay then.

You are...

You'll be all right?

Sure.

Okay.

- Good night.

- Good night.

I feel better.

I'm sorry youre not going away anymore.

I know it was important to you.

Dont take this wrong, but...

I've been there and,

they dont have so much

we dont have here.

It didnt have to be Paris.

You just...

wanted out, huh?

I wanted in.

I just...

I just wanted us to live again.

For years I thought

we shared the secret...

that we would be wonderful in the world.

I didnt exactly know how, but just...

just the possibility kept me hoping.

How pathetic is that?

So stupid.

To put all your hopes in a...

in a promise that was never made?

See, Frank knows...

He knows what he wants. He's..

Hes found his place.

Hes just fine.

Married, two kids.

It should be enough.

It is for him.

And he's right.

We were never special...

or destined or anything at all.

Yes, you are.

You are...

Youre The Wheelers.

Youre a terrific couple,

everybody says so.

I saw whole our future.

Can't stop seeing it.

Can't leave.

Can't stay.

No damn use to anyone.

Come on.

Let's do it.

Let me take you somewhere.

No, just...

Just do it here.

Now.

April...

This is what Ive always wanted...

I love you.

Dont say that.

No, I mean it.

I love you.

Please, just...

be quiet for a minute,

then you can take me home.

Its beautiful out.

Yes, it is.

You know what today is?

Its twelve weeks.

Thats right.

Look,

this has been kind of a crazy summer.

We've...

Weve both been under a strain.

I mean,

I understand why you're upset.

You know Im not sleeping with you

and you want to know why?

Im sorry Frank, but I just...

really don't feel like talking about it.

All right.

Then what should we talk about, April?

Would it be all right

if we didnt talk about anything?

I mean, cant we just take each day

as it comes, and...

do the best we can,

and not feel like we have to

talk about everything all the time?

I dont think I'm suggesting that

we talk about everything all the time.

Look,

my point is, weve both been

under a strain.

We ought to be helping each other

as much as we can right now.

And God knows my own behavior has been

pretty weird lately...

As a matter of fact there's something

I'd like to tell you about.

Ive been with a girl few times.

In the city.

A girl I hardly even know.

It was nothing to me,

but...

it's over now.

Really over.

If I werent sure of that I guess

I could never have told you about it.

Why did you?

Baby, I dont know.

I think it was a simple case of

wanting to be a man again

after all that abortion business.

Some kind of neurotic,

irrational need to prove something.

No.

I dont mean why did you have the girl,

I mean,

why did you tell me about it?

What do you mean?

I mean what's the point?

Is it supposed to make me jealous,

or something?

Is it supposed to make me

fall in love with you, or...

back into bed with you, or what?

I mean,

what would you like me to say, Frank?

Why dont you say what you feel, April?

I don't feel anything.

In other words

you dont care what I do or...

or who I f*** or anything?

No.

I guess thats right, I dont.

F*** who you like.

April,

dont you understand,

that I want you to care.

I know.

I know you do.

And I suppose I would if I loved you.

But I dont think I do anymore

and I only just figured that out.

And thats why Id just as soon

not do any talking right now.

Oh, dont give me this sh*t, April!

Don't give me that!

You know God damn well you love me!

- You think so?!

- You know GOD DAMN WELL!

Anyone home?

Im sorry dinners late.

Would anyone like another drink?

Oh, dont worry.

Its nice just to sit for a bit

and socialize...

You shouldn't go through

all this trouble.

Now you're packing

and what not.

Imagine how long you were on the plate.

No pan intended.

Actually, theres been a change of plans.

I thought maybe it was obvious...

April here is pregnant.

- Oh.

- Congratulation.

Oh, April!

I cant tell you how pleased I am.

Oh, but I expect youll be needing

a bigger house, now.

- Wont you?

- Hold it a second, Ma.

Hold on a second, Ma.

I don't get this.

I mean,

whats so obvious about it?

I mean,

okay, shes pregnant---

So what?

Dont people have

babies in Europe?

- John. I dont think we need to---

- Suppose we just say...

that people anywhere arent

very well advised

to have babies unless

they can afford them.

Okay.

Okay, its a question of money.

Moneys a good reason...

But...

its hardly ever the real reason.

Whats the real reason?

Wife talk you out of it, or what?

Little woman decide she isnt

quite ready to quit playing house?

Nah, nah, thats not it.

I can tell. She looks too tough

and adequate as hell.

Okay, then.

It mustve been you.

- What happened?

- John, please, youre being very---

Dunno.

What happened, Frank?

You get cold feet?

You decide,

youre better off here after all?

You figure...

...it's more...

...comfy here in old Hopeless Emptiness

after all?

Huh?

Wow, that did it!

Look at his face!

Whats the matter, Wheeler?

Am I getting warm?

All right, son.

I think wed better be---

You know something?

I wouldnt be surprised

if he knocked her up on purpose just

so he could spend the rest of his life

hiding behind that maternity dress.

That way he never have to find out

what hes really made of.

Now look,

I think thats just about enough

out of you.

I mean, who the hell

do you think you are?

You come in here and say whatever crazy

God damn thing comes into your head

and I think its about time someone told

you to keep your God damn mouth shut.

- Hes not well, Frank.

- Not well, my ass!

I dont give a damn if hes sick or well

or dead or alive,

he should keep his f***ing opinions

in the f***ing insane asylum

where they belong!

Lets go, son.

Come on, John.

Big man you got there, April.

Big family man.

I feel sorry for you.

Still,

maybe you deserve each other.

I mean,

the way you look right now,

Im beginning to feel sorry for him, too.

You must give him a pretty bad time,

if making babies is the only way

he can prove hes got a pair of balls.

- You... f***ing..!

- No!

Hes not well, Frank!

All right, John.

Lets get on out to the car now.

April, Im sorry...

I'm so sorry.

Oh, right!

Sorry!

Sorry!

Sorry!

Oh Ma?

Have I said "I'm sorry" enough times?

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