Send Me No Flowers Page #5

You're going to be lonely.|Say, how would it be

if we had a nice quiet little drink|together some night?"

Please go on, Mr. Kimball.

Mr. Kimball, you just don't know|how grateful I am to you.

You prevented me from making|a complete fool of myself.

How can I ever thank you?|- Oh, you don't have to thank me.

I'll never forget you for this. Never.

Judy!

May I help you, Mr. Kimball?|- No. Judy!

Judy, wait! Please, let me explain.|- That'll take some explaining.

Kissing that woman in the checkroom!|- That was Linda Bullard. - What?

Yes. I was trying to tell her...

No wonder|the Bullards are splitting up!

Judy, this isn't our car.

Don't try to change the subject.|- Judy, wait.

Probably by now the|whole town knows. Everybody but me.

What on earth are you talking about?|- It all fits now.

What fits now?

Shoving me off on Bert, so you|don't feel guilty with another woman.

What do you mean?|- Trying to send me to night school,

so you can have your evenings free.|- You're making a terrible mistake.

I'm leaving you, George Kimball!|I won't spend another night

under the same roof with a swinger.|- Swinger? - You're a playboy

and an adulterer!|- Judy, I have something to tell you.

Give me those keys!|- Move over.

Then say it. And please|take the lipstick off your face.

I didn't want to tell you this,|but you have to know the truth.

I won't have you thinking|I'm unfaithful to you. Especially now,

at the ebb-tide of my life.

It's true,|I was trying to match you with Bert.

But for a completely unselfish reason,|that I wanted you to have somebody.

Have somebody?|- After I'm gone.

So that's it.|You're going away with Linda Bullard,

that's what.|- I'm not going with anyone.

Remember yesterday, when I saw|Dr. Morrissey about my chest pain?

You mean your indigestion?

Yes.

Well, I lied to you.

Judy,

my time is up.

That's right, time for another pill.|- I'm serious. I'm dying. The ticker.

George, if you don't stop...

It's true.

Call Ralph, he'll tell you.

I may only have|a few more weeks to live.

There, there. Chin up.

Isn't it better|than having another woman?

It's enough, Arnold.|I'll park here for a while.

Arnold, turn me around a bit.|I'd like to look at my tree.

That's fine. - If you need anything,|I'll be mowing your back lawn.

I already mowed your front lawn.|- Oh, that is beautiful, Arnold.

Hi, darling.|- Hi. - How are you feeling?

Well, perhaps|a little weaker than yesterday.

I think sitting here is weakening me.

But we put you in it to conserve|your strength. - I know, but...

And I've got the tickets.|Flight 17, leaving at 7:45 a.m.

When we arrive in Rochester|there'll be

a limousine at the airport to take us|directly to the Mayo Clinic.

I think it's useless.|- Useless? George, nothing is useless!

Lt'll be so costly.

I don't care. - It'll just prolong it.|I'll just lie there and linger.

One of the most expensive things|is to linger.

I don't care about expense.|We'll spend every cent if we have to.

Arnold!

Thank you, Arnold.

Did you reach Dr. Morrissey?|- No.

Not even his answering service.|- You've kidding! - No.

Oh, Arnold.

And to think that|I accused him of being unfaithful,

when his motives|were so unselfish, so noble.

That's one heck of a guy|you got there, Judy.

When they made George Kimball|they threw away the mold.

Still no answer. I dialled right|through to Dr. Morrissey. - Me too.

At a time like this he goes fishing!|Doesn't care for George at all.

Just wait till I see him.

Sit up, sweetheart.|It's good and hot.

Alright, now back. Okay?

Judy, you really surprise me.|- Do I?

You've always been so dependent,|and you're taking this like a Trojan.

I never had to do it before.|You always took care of everything.

Know something? If I had known|I would have told you right away.

You should have. Promise you'll never|keep anything from me again.

I won't.

We certainly have had|wonderful times, haven't we?

So wonderful.

Remember the little Chinese restaurant|just off Grant Avenue?

Yes. Where we first met.|- Met? It was a pick-up.

Was not.|- Was too.

You were just sitting there alone|trying to decide what to order...

And you walked over and said,|"Excuse me, I'm here with two friends,

and we're entitled to wan-tan soup,|barbequed ribs and almond duck.

But if we have a fourth,|we also get chicken Canton..."

You see?

Yeah,|I guess it was a pick-up.

Be right back, sweetheart.

Hi. I saw your lights on, and thought|I'd see if you want some fish.

No, thank you, Ralph.

Please, Judy, you've got to take some.|I've got a carload out there.

Oh, really, Ralph?|How nice for you.

Isn't it wonderful that you can forget|everything and go off like that?

Yeah, it doesn't happen often.|Fortunately, I had nothing urgent.

Nothing urgent? A patient|who may be dying isn't urgent?

What?|- Look, all I can say is,

I have never been so disillusioned|with anyone in my whole life.

And you may as well know the truth:|I'm taking you off the case.

You're taking me off what case?|- That's right.

I guess I've been|out in the hot sun too long.

The fact that you|didn't want to tell me is one thing.

But to go off and leave George|when he's...

dying.

Oh, Ralph!|- Did I hear you right, Judy?

Did you say George was dying?|- Oh, stop it, Ralph!

I know all about it. I'm flying|him to the Mayo Clinic tomorrow.

But...

Ralph Morrissey, how can you laugh|at a time like this?

I've encountered hypochondriacs|in my time, but never one like him!

Ralph,|you mean it isn't true?

He had a complete check-up|just two weeks ago. - I know.

George Kimball will outlive us all,|unless he worries himself to death.

Then there's nothing wrong with him?|- Absolutely nothing.

I told him that|in my office on Friday.

Oh, how could he do this to me?|Why would he say he's dying?

I don't know.|I'm not a psychiatrist.

But, boy, they make a fortune!|- What possible reason could he have?

Well, maybe... I don't know!|- Why did he say a thing like this?

Oh. Of course...

Of course!|- What? - I'll tell you why.

Because I suspected him of|having an affair with another woman.

And when I accused him he thought|he could cover it up with this lie.

My advice to any wife in this|situation is, forget it. - Forget it?

Although, to the best of my knowledge|nobody's ever accepted that advice.

And I won't be the first.|- That's what I thought.

Would you like some fish?|They're awfully good for you!

No, I hate fish!

Then I guess I'll have to|eat the little fellas myself.

Oh, my darling,|are you having another nightmare?

No, honey, I...|- There, sweetheart.

I think somebody hit me.

It's alright, darling,|I'm here now.

It's such a hot night,|I'll slip into something comfortable.

Yes...

I suddenly feel so warm.

And damp.

Oh, you poor angel!

Isn't that the perfume|I gave you for our anniversary?

Almost.

The one I exchanged|for the one you gave me.

It's such a hot night.

Remember our 5th anniversary?|- Remember? I made notes!

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