- I'll tell you later. - We're at the top floor!
OK, I'll be a young and beautiful divorcee.
Hey, what is this, Barrett?
I'll tell you after we cross the threshold.
- This is not a threshold. - Our name is there.
It's not an official threshold. Upstairs, you preppy!
- Why are you so heavy? - I might be pregnant.
- Are you? - Scared you, didn't I?
- No, I... - Don't bullshit me.
For a second I clutched. Is this the official threshold?
- What do think? - If you don't say yes...
Yes!
- Where's Barrett? - Where are the kids?
Asleep, thank God. It's siesta time. I've got 45 minutes.
That's more than they give me.
Damn it!
- What's wrong with this engine? - You're a Harvard Magna.
- Not in mechanics. - Welcome to the world, preppy.
- Listen, Cavilleri... - The name's Barrett, Barrett.
Sometimes you are really a bitch.
- How are they treating you? - Fine, except for one brat.
He'll be breaking and entering before 10.
- What now? - He tried to pinch me.
- I don't blame him. - Next time, I'll wallop him.
Not until you get his parents' tip.
Damn it!
- Let's get out of here. - Don't touch me.
- What a thing to say to your husband! - Wash. You can touch me afterwards.
I had another salary hassle today with Miss Anne Miller Whitman.
- I hope you laid it on thick this time. - I told her I was proud to work for them.
I said, "Even Barretts have to pay their rent."
- To which she retorted... - "Ho, ho, ho!"
- Define "Ho, ho, ho". - 3,500 for the year.
Ridiculous!
Would you like to support me while l take courses to teach in public school?
- Would you please say something? - Ho, ho, ho.
- I thought you'd call after the meeting. - I wanted you to study.
- Have you eaten? - I waited for you.
- You're a growing boy. - Not anymore.
Yes, in the mind. Did you check the mail?
Just one second. This is a crucial precedent.
- Did you check the mail? - No. Anything vital?
- We are cordially invited... - ...to pay the light bill.
To a dinner.
Your father's 60th birthday.
- Did you hear me? - Yes.
RSVP.
- You even have to ask? - It's about time.
- For what? - You know.
Does he have to crawl here? He's reaching out.
My mother addressed it.
Think. 60 years old. Maybe he won't be around for a reconciliation.
There won't be one.
- Oliver V will bug you... - He won't be called that!
He can be called Bozo. He'll still resent you for being a Harvard jock!
- You'll be on the Supreme Court... - He won't resent me!
- Why not? - Because I...
Your father loves you like you'll love Bozo,
but you Barretts are so proud that you'll always think you hate each other.
If it weren't for you? The case is closed!
- There's still the RSVP. - I think you can handle it.
I have never deliberately hurt anyone, and I don't think I could.
Jennifer!
Just answer no.
- OK. What's the number? - Can't you write a note?
I'll lose my nerve. What's the number?
338-3434, and dial 1 first.
Good evening, this is Jennifer Barrett. Mr Barrett! Good evening, sir.
Fine, thank you.
Yes, we did. That's why I'm calling.
I'm terribly sorry, I mean we're terribly sorry,
but... no, we can't.
I'm sorry.
Oliver, please talk to him. Just say hello.
- I will never talk to him. - Can't you do it for me?
I've never asked you to do anything in my whole life. Just for me.
No.
You're a heartless bastard.
Mr Barrett? Oliver would like you to know
that in his own special way, he loves you very much.
Get the hell out of my life!
I forgot my key.
Jenny, I'm sorry.
Don't.
Love means never having to say you're sorry.
Concentrate on blending and stop showing off your voice.
But I wasn't!
- No bullshit. You were showing off. - Sorry, Jenny.
One last time and this time I want crisp diction.
Wow! That was really incredibly, absolutely...
...not bad.
- Tomorrow at 8.30, OK? - OK. Bye, Jenny.
Well, Barrett, what brings you to church?
The saloons closed early.
Did you get us a tree?
Don't worry about it. We'll get one on the way home.
What are you doing New Year's Eve?
Sleeping.
I thought you'd want to spend it with me.
What are you doing?
Sleeping.
Some day, we'll look back on these days...
The sooner, the better.
Go!
Jennifer, come here!
What? Come on! Start it over again.
- What is it? - I have something important to tell you.
- Couldn't you tell me over there? - No, I want to be alone with you.
Fantastic news. Here, read.
Harvard Law School? You got kicked out.
Read it, will you? It's great news.
- You were first in the class? - Not quite. Third.
- Only third, huh? - That means I make the Law Review.
Say something, please.
Not until I've met numbers one and two.
And the William DeJersey Memorial Award for the finest senior essay to...
...Oliver Barrett lV.
- On your feet. - How much?
500 big ones!
Holy shit!
- Get up! Come on! - Quiet!
The Jennifer Barrett Maternity Award!
- It was a good apartment for 80 bucks. - Now our garage will cost that.
- Why have a car in New York? - House calls, Jenny.
Lawyers for Jonas and Marsh don't make house calls.
- Yes, to Mr Jonas and Mr Marsh. - You can walk there.
- Rich people ride. - Nouveau riche people.
That's us.
You won't laugh? I'm actually getting to like the name Bozo.
- For what? - Our kid.
Our huge and bruising All-Ivy tackle.
- Bozo Barrett? - It's the name of a Harvard superjock.
You would actually call our offspring Bozo?
Only if it's a boy.
- We have crossed the poverty line. - Not quite.
- What? - Not until I'm carried over the threshold.
- We've done that! - Now you're a lawyer. lt'll be legal.
- It's on the tenth floor! - Carry me in the elevator.
Thank God for that.
- Can I help? - Barrett. 10-H. The bags are in the car.
- Is the lady all right? - I will be when I'm over the threshold.
- Newly-weds, huh? - Eternally.
Move your ass, preppy.
You've got it made, you bastard. Made in the shade.
- Snug as a bug in a rug. - Cut the crap and play.
Working for Jonas and Marsh, pulling in the coin...
- Play, damn it! - I can't help it.
Married to "Foul Mouth Angelface".
Pay attention.
- Why should you have all the luck? - It was a long drag.
This is the first week that Jenny hasn't had to work.
- What is she going to do? - I want her to study, she wants a baby.
- So? - So we're making babies.
- Do you need any help, old buddy? - I'll call you if I need you.
- Whose fault is it? - I wouldn't use the word "fault".
OK, we'll put it your way.
Two 24-year-olds can't make a baby. One must be malfunctioning. Who?
Jenny.
All right, then we'll adopt kids.
The problem is more serious. Jenny is very sick.
Define "very sick".
She's dying.
That's impossible.
I'm sorry to have to tell you this.
That's impossible.
It's a mistake, it has to be.
We repeated her blood test three times. The diagnosis is correct.
She'll have to be told soon.
We can withhold treatment for a little while, but not for long.
We'll have to begin therapy sometime during the next few weeks.
She's only 24.
- Will it be painful? - Hopefully not.
You'll want to talk to a haematologist. I can refer you to Dr Addison.
Yeah.
What do I do? What can I do for Jenny?
Act as normal as possible, for as long as possible.
That's really the best thing.
Normal.
OK, I'll be as normal as hell.
Jen?
Jenny, I'm home.
- I need a lawyer. - I'm a lawyer.
I need you.
- I need you, too. - Why? I'm not a lawyer.
No, but you're a nut, and I happen to need a nut.
- You look lovely, Jenny. - Bullshit.
- OK, you look terrible. - No, I never look terrible.
- I look OK for Thursday evening, OK? - There's no poetry in "OK".
Screw poetry. Just tell me what you see.
- I see you. - That's poetry.
Did Dr Shapeley tell you that we both checked out?
Yeah.
So we just have to keep trying, right?
- Yeah, let's try now. - At this very minute?
Even sooner.
Jenny?
Get out there and support me in the manner to which I'll be accustomed.
Get up.
- Are you meeting Stratton today? - Who?
Ray Stratton, your best friend. Your roommate before me.
- We're supposed to play, but I'll cancel. - The hell you will!
- Why not? - I don't want a flabby husband.
- All right, but I'll take you out to dinner. - Why?
Can't I take my wife to dinner if I want to?
- OK, Barrett, what's her name? - What?
If you take your wife out in the middle of the week, you're screwing somebody.
- What's the matter? - Off day.
You've had an off day for two weeks now.
Jonas wants me to go to Chicago on a big case.
That newscaster that got beat up by the cops.
Fantastic. You on the other side of a punch-out rap.
- I turned him down. - Why?
I couldn't see living in some hotel.
Boy, you're really married!
Your time will come.
Mrs Barrett!
I'm in the kitchen where I belong. Come here.
- Guess what. - You got fired.
- I got fired up. Guess where to. - Reno, Nevada.
Paris, France. We'll be there Christmas Day.
No, that's not the way we'll do it.
- Do what? - I don't want Paris, I don't need Paris.
- I just want you. - That you got, baby.
And I want time, which you can't give me.
You saw Dr Shapeley?
And his buddy, too. He's a very nice guy.
- Good. Who? - Dr Addison.
He's a Yalie, college and med school. But I said you wouldn't mind.
Not if he's nice.
He didn't bullshit me, and that's what I wanted.
- OK, then for the Yalie doctor. - OK.
I'm counting on you to be strong, you goddamn hockey jock.
I will, baby. I will.
It will be hardest for Phil.
You, after all, are going to be the merry widower.
- I won't be merry. - Yes, you will. I want you to be merry.
You'll be merry, OK?
OK.
- Enough? - No. I love watching you.
- The old hockey fake-out. - That's you, the old hockey fake-out.
- Can we get hot chocolate? - Sure, I'll even pay.
- Very gracious of you. - I liked it best when I supported you.
You always supported me. After all, what's money?
I don't know.
- Could we afford a taxi? - Sure. Where do you want to go?
The hospital.
She's getting white cells and platelets, which she needs most.
- She doesn't want antimetabolites. - What's that?
A treatment that slows cell destruction. But there are unpleasant side effects.
Jenny's the boss. Whatever she wants.
Do everything you can to make sure it doesn't hurt.
- We will. - I don't care what it costs.
- It could take months. - Screw the cost.
There's no way of knowing how long she'll linger.
I want her to have the very best.
I'm wealthy. I'm rich. Really, I'm like a millionaire.
- How have you been? - Fine, sir.
- And how is Jennifer? - She's fine, sir.
I need to borrow 5,000 dollars for a very good reason.
Well?
- Sir? - May I know the reason?
I can't tell you. Just lend me the money, please.
- Don't they pay you at the firm? - Yes, sir.
- And doesn't she teach... - Don't call her "she".
- Doesn't Jennifer... - Leave her out of it.
Just write out a cheque. It's a very important personal matter.
You got some girl in trouble?
Yeah, that's it.
Please lend me the money.
Thank you, Father.
How is she?
She wants the troops home for Christmas.
- Always running the show. - She may succeed.
- That fast? - Yes.
Hello, baby.
Phil.
How is it going, Mrs B?
It's going, preppy. The troops will be home for Christmas.
- That's a little trite. - It's the goddamn truth.
Watch your language. There's a grown-up present.
I hope so. Phil made a few promises.
Don't worry, Jenny.
Maybe I ought to let you guys...
I'll be nearby.
It doesn't hurt, Ollie.
It's like falling off a cliff in slow motion.
Only after a while you wish you'd hit the ground already, you know?
Yeah.
Bullshit. You've never fallen off a cliff.
Yes, I did. When I met you.
Yeah.
"What a falling off was there."
- Who said that? - I don't know. Shakespeare?
Yeah, but who?
I mean, what play?
I went to Radcliffe, I'm supposed to remember those things.
I once knew all the Mozart Köchel listings.
- Big deal. - You bet it was.
What number is the A Major Concerto?
- I don't know. I'll look it up. - But I used to know all those things.
- Do you want to talk music? - What do you want to talk? Funerals?
No, I don't.
Ollie?
I told Phil you could have a Catholic service
and you'd say OK. OK?
It'll really help him a lot, you know?
OK.
Now you've got to stop being sick.
Me?
That guilty look on your face, it's sick.
Stop blaming yourself, you stupid preppy. It's nobody's fault.
It's not your fault.
That's the only thing I'll ask you. Otherwise, you'll be OK.
Screw Paris!
What?
Screw Paris and music and everything you thought you stole from me.
I don't care, don't you believe that?
Then get the hell out of here! I don't want you at my deathbed!
I believe you.
I really do.
That's better.
Would you please do something for me?
Would you please hold me?
I mean really hold me. Next to me.
Philip?
I wish...
I wish I hadn't promised Jenny...
I wish I hadn't promised Jenny to be strong for you.
Oliver.
Why didn't you tell me?
I made some calls, and when I found out I jumped in the car.
Oliver, I want to help.
Jenny's dead.
- I'm sorry. - Love...
Love means never having to say you're sorry.
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