Ten North Frederick Page #9

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Oh, it was a long time ago.

She really had it then.

Bad case.

He was married I think.

She discussed this with you?

Not really... only hints.

Well lets hope she'll be very happy.

Yes.

Now, you'd better run along and

let your mother know you're here.

I suppose I'd better.

Go on... and come back.

We'll have a good talk, like old times.

Alright.

You dear man. My lovely father.

It happens you know. You're sure.

Yes, you're sure.

Millions of men

it never happens to.

And the millions of women.

But it happened to me.

It happened to us.

Goodnight Joe.

Goodnight my love.

Sergeant!

Colonel!

General!

What's the matter?

The guests are leaving.

If we're going to make polite noises,

we'd better go down and do so.

What a performance.

Oh, you are stinking. Maybe you shouldn't.

No offense!

Never let it be said, that Joseph B.

Chapin Junior could hold his liquor.

Oh come on Joby. Don't be foolish.

Come on!

I can't permit you to do this.

No. Let's say goodbye to them.

No!

Goodbye!!

Please Joby. Please.

He's a Sergeant?

Of course.

Just a minute!

Don't go anybody.

Joby.

I want to pay my respects.

I'd have been remiss in my duties

as son of the house.

I want to express my appreciation.

To all my father's wonderful friends.

Who did so much for him

while he was still alive.

Come Lloyd.

Just a minute, Mr. Slattery.

I want you to do me a favor.

I want you tell our friends here.

How you cut my father's throat

with a dull knife.

Go on! Why don't you tell him?

Governor, you tell him! You were there too.

Or you mister Hooker, our fighting editor.

Joby. How dare you?

I'm so sorry! He's not himself.

Here! Here's the greatest

friend he ever had!

His loving wife.

His shy, dutiful, retiring wife.

All she ever did to him, was murder him.

Joby. For heaven's sake.

Well, it's true isn't it, Uncle Arthur?

You know she murdered him.

Dr. English knows.

Joby!

She knows, and how she knows.

Stop it Joby. You apologise to your mother.

Madam.

I humbly apologise for saying so

rudely in public.

What I intended to say even

more rudely in private.

Joby.

I'll take care of him, just get

everybody out of here uncle.

Be right with you Harry.

Goodbye Anna-Banana.

Goodbye Joby.

Uhoh!

Wow, it's a funny time of night

to have a hangover.

Ha! I should never touch the stuff.

If madam says anything..

She won't. You said it all.

Well, I guess this is the last time

I'll ever see the old barn.

The last of the Chapins

Not me. I don't count.

Father was the last.

The last Chapin of Frederick Street.

They don't make them like him anymore.

You'd better go inside.

You'll catch cold.

I wish..

You wish what?

I wish he'd had something Joby.

These last years.

Some moment of triumph.

It was all defeats.

If he could have had just one,

small victory.

You know what his real trouble was?

He couldn't... take advantage.

He was a gentleman.

In a world that has no further use

for gentlemen.

Goodbye, Joby.

Take care Anna-Banana.

Take care.

Oh, and give my love to Kate.

You get in, Harry.

Come in.

Five minute warning.

Alright. I'm nearly ready.

Oh Kate. You look so..

I can't tell you how you look.

Starry-eyed I hope.

You're everything you should look.

Including starry-eyed.

Thanks.

I still have a few things to throw

in my overnight bag.

Oh, can I help you with some?

My jewel-case. Over there.

Hey, where did you ever get this ruby?

Isn't it something new?

Did Tom give it to you?

No. I've had it quite a while.

You didn't have it in New York.

At least I haven't seen it before.

Or have I?

I never wear it Ann.

It's something to look at, and touch.

I'm leaving it to you in my will.

I wouldn't want it to go to anyone else.

Kate, did my father give you the ruby?

Yes.

He was the one you fell in love with?

Yes.

Oh Kate.

You don't mind?

Of course I don't mind.

If you only knew.

That the night he died, we were

talking about you.

And he asked so many questions.

I wondered why.

But now I understand it all, Kate.

That's why you left New York.

You were running away from him.

Not quite Ann.

He sent me away.

I'd have done anything he wanted.

He made the decision.

Yes, of course.

He set a book of rules.

It couldn't have ended any other

way with my father.

My poor, dear, stuffed-shirt father.

Ann.

A stuffed-shirt didn't give me this.

Hey, hej we're all ready!

Coming!

Kate.

Rubies... rubies aren't good enough for you..

Come on...

We mustn't keep them waiting...

Subs for KG

by "Targa".

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