Working late?
Yeah.
I got to dig myself out here.
I heard you were getting promoted.
Big shot.
I guess your Dad would have been real proud, huh?
Yeah. Yeah, I guess so...
So maybe I should take you for a drink or something?
You know...?
Celebrate.
Yeah. Maybe.
I’ll just get my things.
I’m going to take my doll carriage
and my three Easter rabbits
and my giraffe
and all my dolls and my doll house and my...
I thought maybe we'd give the doll house to Madeline.
I don’t wanna give the doll house to Madeline.
But I already explained to you, the big things are going to be hard to pack.
But she can have my bear,
- and my three Easter rabbits... - No. Just the big things.
Look, wouldn’t you rather go outside and play with Michael.
I don’t feel like it.
- You’ve been inside all day. - I don’t feel like it!
Well I don’t feel like explaining everything fifteen times
to somebody who’s too bored and silly to listen!
All right, April, what's the matter?
Nothing.
I don’t believe you. Did something happen this morning?
Nothing happened today that I haven’t known about for days and days.
What?
Oh, God, Frank, please don’t look so dense.
Do you mean you haven’t guessed or anything?
April, what are you talking about?
I’m pregnant, that’s all.
What?
Frank, I meant to wait until the kids went to tell you,
But I just...
I’ve been pretty sure all week and today I went to the Doctor
and now I can’t even pretend it’s not true.
Gee... How long?
Ten weeks.
Ten weeks?
Ten weeks and you wait until now to tell me?
I thought... Oh, I don’t know what I thought.
I’m sorry, Frank.
I’m so sorry.
I know, I know you are.
All right?
There are things we can do.
We don’t have to let this stop us from going, do we?
Remember that girl at school I told you about...?
As long as we care about it before 12 weeks, it’s fine.
We’ve got to be together in this, Frank.
Well.
We’ll figure it out.
All right?
Come here.
12 weeks, we have...
time to decide, right?
Right.
I love you.
...I love you too.
I got you Michael.
So, Frank, how’s work?
They gonna survive without you?
Actually... Something kinda funny happened the other day.
I did some dumb little piece of work to get myself off the hook with Bandy,
and...
suddenly I’m The Bright Young Man.
That’s always the way, isn’t it?
It’s incredible.
I mean, I knocked this thing off in a couple of minutes and now
they want me to join their team of "specialist" salesmen.
Morons.
Well, it’d be funny, if they weren’t offering so much damn money.
So, you tempted?
Well...
This is kind of ironic, don’t you think?
I thought you turned the job down?
Not yet.
It’s just an option, that’s all.
With the kind of money they’re talking, things could be different for us here.
We could get a better place.
Travel.
Look, the point is: We could be happy here. At least for a while.
It is possible that Parisians aren’t the only ones capable
with leading interesting lives, April.
So, you’ve made up your mind?
No.
Like I said, it’s just an option.
That's all.
...And supposing you’re right.
You make all this money and we have this
interesting life here.
Won’t you still be wasting your life toiling away at a job
you find ridiculous?
Maybe we let that be my business.
All right?
Your buisness?
I can not...
It’s too hot for this.
I'm gonna go get wet.
You don’t wanna go, do you?
Come on, April. Of course I do.
No! You don't!
Because you’ve never tried at anything.
And if you don’t try at anything
you can’t fail.
What the hell do you mean I don’t try?
I support you, don’t I? I pay for this house.
I work ten hours a day at a job I can’t stand.
You don’t have to!
Shit!
Look, I’m not happy about it.
But I have the backbone not to run away from my responsibilities!
It takes backbone to lead the life you want, Frank.
- Where are you going? - If it's alright with you, April...
I'm gonna go use the bathroom.
Okay?
What the hell you're gonna do with this?
And what do you think you’re gonna do?
- You're gonna stop me? - You’re damn right! I am.
Go ahead and try!
Listen to me. You do this, April.
You do this and I swear to God I'll...
You’ll what? You leave me?
Is that a threat, or a promise?
When did you buy this, April? How long have you this? I wanna know!
Jeses Christ! You really are being melodramatic about this whole thing.
As long as it’s done in the first twelve weeks, it’s perfectly safe.
That’s now April! Don’t I get a say?
Of course you do!
It would be for you, Frank, don’t you see?
So you can have time. Just like we talked about.
How can it be for me if the thought makes my stomach turn over? For God's sake.
Then it’s for me...
Tell me we can have the baby in Paris, Frank.
Tell me we can have different life, but don’t make me stay here. Please.
We can’t have the baby in Paris.
Why not?
I don’t need everything we have here.
I don’t care where we live! I mean,
who made these rules, anyway?
Look,
the only reason we moved out here
was because I got pregnant.
Then we had another child to prove the first one wasn’t a mistake.
I mean, how long does it go on?
Frank?
Do you actually want another child?
Well, do you?
Come on.
Tell me.
Tell me the truth, Frank.
Remember that?
We used to live by it.
And you know what’s so good about the truth?
Everyone knows what it is, however long they’ve lived without it.
No one forgets the truth, Frank,
they just get better at lying.
So tell me:
do you really want another child?
All I know is what I feel.
And anyone else in their right mind
would feel the same way, April.
But I’ve had two children.
Doesn’t that count in my favor?
Christ! The fact that you even put it that way!
You make it seemed as having children is some sort of goddamn punishment.
I love my children, Frank.
And you’re sure about that?
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
April,
you just said our daughter was mistake.
How do I know you didn’t try to get rid of her or Michael for that matter?
No.
How do I know you didn’t try to flush our entire fucking family down the toilet?
No. That's not true!
Of course I didn’t.
But how do I know April?
Please stop.
Please just stop, Frank.
April,
a normal woman, a normal sane mother
doesn’t buy a piece of rubber tubing
to give herself an abortion so she can live out
some kind of God damn fantasy.
Look,
all I’m saying is you don’t seem entirely rational about this thing...
And I think it's about time we found somebody
to help make some sense of your life.
...And the new job’s gonna pay for that too?
April,
if you need a shrink, it'll be paid for.
Obviously.
Okay.
I guess there isn’t much more to say, then, is there?
So I guess Paris was a pretty childish idea, huh?
I guess maybe it was.
April,
we can be happy here...
I can make you happy here.
We’ve had a great couple of months.
It doesn’t need to end...
We’re gonna be okay.
I promise.
I hope so Frank.
I really hope so.
Thank you for waiting. Mr. Pollock can see you now.
Thanks for watch.
Foiled by faulty contraception.
I can’t say that I’m sorry.
You’d have been sorely missed in the old cubicle,
I can tell you that.
Wouldn’t have been the same without you.
Besides which...
Well...
What?
The plan always seemed the touch unrealistic,
don’t you think?
I suppose, it’s none of my business, really.
No, no.
I suppose it isn't.
Well...
They’ll be celebrating in the secretarial pool.
Hey! Remember the first time you brought us here?
xxx absoulutely.
You said, it takes a special kind of taste to enjoy Vito’s Log Cabin!
That’s right! It’s so awful it’s kinda nice!
That's right!
Look at me...!
I'm just so happy.
Little gang is back together again!
How you liked the boys and the band, weren't they great tonight?
Hey, Europe’s not going anywhere.
That’s right.
April. Honey.
How about the dance, huh?
Not right now.
- Maybe later. - I'll dance.
Okay.
I guess she’s pretty blue 'bout Paris, huh?
- Think she’ll be okay? - Oh, sure.
Give us girls a couple of days and we can get over anything!
That's right.
Oh, 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 don’t 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 you’re not going away anymore.
I know it was important to you.
Don’t take this wrong, but...
I've been there and,
they don’t have so much we don’t have here.
It didn’t 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 didn’t 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..
He’s found his place. He’s 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...
You’re The Wheelers.
You’re 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 I’ve always wanted...
I love you.
Don’t say that.
No, I mean it.
I love you.
Please, just...
be quiet for a minute,
then you can take me home.
It’s beautiful out.
Yes, it is.
You know what today is?
It’s twelve weeks.
That’s right.
Look,
this has been kind of a crazy summer. We've...
We’ve both been under a strain. I mean,
I understand why you're upset.
You know I’m not sleeping with you and you want to know why?
I’m 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 didn’t talk about anything?
I mean, can’t 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 don’t think I'm suggesting that we talk about everything all the time.
Look,
my point is, we’ve 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.
I’ve 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 weren’t sure of that I guess I could never have told you about it.
Why did you?
Baby, I don’t 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 don’t 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 don’t you say what you feel, April?
I don't feel anything.
In other words you don’t care what I do or...
or who I fuck or anything?
No.
I guess that’s right, I don’t.
Fuck who you like.
April,
don’t 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 don’t think I do anymore and I only just figured that out.
And that’s why I’d just as soon not do any talking right now.
Oh, don’t give me this shit, April!
Don't give me that!
You know God damn well you love me!
- You think so?! - You know GOD DAMN WELL!
Anyone home?
I’m sorry dinner’s late.
Would anyone like another drink?
Oh, don’t worry.
It’s 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, there’s been a change of plans.
I thought maybe it was obvious...
April here is pregnant.
- Oh. - Congratulation.
Oh, April! I can’t tell you how pleased I am.
Oh, but I expect you’ll be needing a bigger house, now.
- Won’t you? - Hold it a second, Ma.
Hold on a second, Ma. I don't get this.
I mean,
what’s so obvious about it?
I mean,
okay, she’s pregnant--- So what?
Don’t people have babies in Europe?
- John. I don’t think we need to--- - Suppose we just say...
that people anywhere aren’t very well advised
to have babies unless they can afford them.
Okay.
Okay, it’s a question of money.
Money’s a good reason...
But...
it’s hardly ever the real reason.
What’s the real reason?
Wife talk you out of it, or what?
Little woman decide she isn’t quite ready to quit playing house?
Nah, nah, that’s not it.
I can tell. She looks too tough
and adequate as hell.
Okay, then.
It must’ve been you.
- What happened? - John, please, you’re being very---
Dunno.
What happened, Frank?
You get cold feet?
You decide,
you’re 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!
What’s the matter, Wheeler? Am I getting warm?
All right, son. I think we’d better be---
You know something?
I wouldn’t 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 he’s really made of.
Now look,
I think that’s 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 it’s about time someone told you to keep your God damn mouth shut.
- He’s not well, Frank. - Not well, my ass!
I don’t give a damn if he’s sick or well or dead or alive,
he should keep his fucking opinions
in the fucking insane asylum
where they belong!
Let’s 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, I’m 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 he’s got a pair of balls.
- You... fucking..! - No!
He’s not well, Frank!
All right, John.
Let’s get on out to the car now.
April, I’m sorry...
I'm so sorry.
Oh, right!
Sorry!
Oh Ma? Have I said "I'm sorry" enough times?
Damn!
I am sorry, too.
I bet I’m just about the sorriest bastard I know.
But, get right down to it, I don’t have a whole hell of a lot to be glad about,
do I?
Oh, but hey...
You know what?
I'm glad about one thing.
You wanna know what I'm glad about?
I’m glad I’m not gonna be that kid.
Okay.
Okay, don’t tell me.
Don’t tell me; let me guess.
I made a Disgusting Spectacle of Myself.
Right?
Right.
And everything that man said is true. Right? Isn’t that what you’re gonna say?
Apparently I don’t have to.
You’re saying it for me.
But you’re wrong, April.
Really?
Why am I wrong?
Because the man is insane.
He’s fucking insane!
You know what the definition of insanity is?
No!
- Do you? - Yes!
It's the inability to relate to another human being.
It’s the inability to love.
April...
April!
"The ina..."
"The inability"
Oh, Frank,
you really are a wonderful talker!
If black could be made into white by talking,
you’d be the man for the job.
So now I’m crazy because I don’t love you.
Right? Is that the point?
No. Wrong.
You’re not crazy and you do love me;
that’s the point, April.
But I don’t.
I hate you.
You’re just a boy who made me laugh at a party once
and now I love to aside off you.
In fact if you come any closer,
you touch me or anything,
I think I'll scream.
Come on. Stop this, April.
Fuck you, April.
Fuck you and all your hateful, snotty little---
What’re you gonna do now?
Are you gonna hit me?
To show me how much you love me?
Don’t worry, I can’t be bothered!
You’re not worth the trouble it’d take to hit you.
You’re not worth the powder it’d take to blow you up.
You’re an empty...
empty, hollow shell of a woman.
I mean, what the hell are you doing in my house if you hate me so much?
Why the hell did you marry to me?
What the hell are you carrying my child?
I mean, why didn't you just get rid of it, when you had the chance for?
Because listen to me,
listen to me, I got news for you:
I wish to God that you had.
April!
April?
April!
Stay away from me.
April, listen...
Stay away from me.
Can’t I even get away from you in the fucking woods?
April, listen, I didn’t mean that.
- Honestly; I didn’t mean what I said. - Are you still talking?
Isn’t there any way to stop your talking?
I NEED to think.
Can’t you see that? I need to think.
Please come back to the house. What’re you doing out here, April?
You want me to scream again, Frank?
Because I will,
I mean it!
Okay.
Good morning.
Would you like scrambled eggs or fried?
I don't know.
Doesn’t really matter.
Scrambled, I guess, if it’s easy.
Fine.
I’ll have scrambled too.
It’s kinda nice having breakfast without the kids for a change.
Yes.
I thought you’d probably want a good breakfast today.
I mean it’s kind of an important day for you, isn’t it?
Isn’t this the day you have your conference with Pollock?
Yes.
Yes, that’s right.
Big deal.
I imagine it is a pretty big deal;
for them, anyway.
What exactly do you think you’ll be doing in your new job?
You haven't really told me much about it.
Haven’t I?
Well I think this whole thing is about Knox getting ready
to buy up one of those...
really big computers,
even bigger than the "500."
Did I tell you about that?
No.
Why don't you tell me now?
You know, basically it’s just a...
a big, fast adding machine.
Only instead of...
mechanical parts, you see,
you've got...
thousands of individual vacuum tubes.
Oh, I see.
At least I think I see.
Yes. It’s really kinda interesting, isn’t it?
Oh, I don't know.
Yeah, I guess it is a kind of interesting, in a way.
You should value what you do Frank.
You’re obviously good at it.
I guess I’d better be getting started.
Listen now, April, though...
This was really nice...
I mean it was a swell breakfast. Really I...
I don’t know when I’ve ever had a nicer breakfast.
Thank you...
I enjoyed it too.
Then you don’t---
You don’t hate me, or anything?
No.
No, of course I don’t.
Have a good day.
Okay, then...
So long.
Hello...
Milly?
Everything all right?
Well, no, I’m afraid I'm...
I’m not feeling any better. That's really why I called.
If it’s not an inconvenience for you... This evening would be great.
What...?
Oh, no.
No.
Not if they’re outdoors playing.
Don’t call them in.
Just...
give them each a kiss for me,
and tell them I...
tell them...
Oh, you know---
All right.
Thank you, Milly.
Bye.
I think I need help....
One one five,
Revolutionary Road.
Frank? They tell you what happened?
Jesus Christ! Shep, I couldn’t even understand half the things he told me.
He said the fetus was out before they got her here.
And they had to operate to take out the whatdycallit,
the placenta and now she's still bleeding.
I mean...
He said she’d lost a lot of blood before the ambulance came
and you know... Now they’re trying to stop it.
He said a whole lot of things I didn’t understand about capillaries,
I mean...
He said she’s unconscious.
Jesus.
Okay.
Frank, want you take a seat?
What the hell do I want to sit down for! For God's sake!
Okay, Frank. Just take it easy.
Take it easy.
Okay, Frank, have a cigarette.
She did it to herself, Shep.
She did it to herself.
I'm gonna get you some coffee.
Really such... wonderful people.
Weren’t they Shep?
It's just devastating.
- Poor April. - Thank you.
Frank lives in the city now.
Where is it that he works?
Bart Pollock Associates.
Computers.
Interesting firm.
Have you seen him since?
No. Not that year.
Too many memories, I think.
Shep’s seen him. In the city.
Haven't you, sweety?
Frank is just devoted to those kids.
Every spare moment he has, he spends with them...
Excuse me.
You all right?
I don’t want to talk about The Wheelers any more.
Okay.
We don't have to.
Daddy, Daddy watch...
Watch daddy...
I can’t tell you how pleased I am about the little Revolutionary Road place, Howard.
And now whenever I drive past, it gives me such a lift to see it all
perked up and spanking clean again,
now the lights in all the windows.
And do you know, I was just thinking
I’ve loved that little house for years,
and the Braces are the only really suitable people I’ve ever found for it.
Really nice, congenial people, I mean.
Well, except for the Wheelers, you mean.
I was very fond of the Wheelers.
They were a bit whimsical, for my taste.
A bit neurotic.
I've never stressed it, but they were often very trying people to deal with,
in many ways.
And actually,
the main reason the little house was so... hard to sell is,
because that they let it depreciate so dreadfully.
Warped window frames,
wet cellar,
crayon marks all over the walls,
filthy smudges around the door knob and the fixtures.