Mother! Mother, can I sleep over at Hutch's tonight?
Mrs. Hutchinson gave permission.
Not tonight, David. Your father and I are going out,
and I need you to look after your sister.
Aw, shucks. Now move out of the way so Mother can park.
Sherry Seeger says they only cost five or six dollars.
Please, Mother. Please, can I?
Oh, Sybil, thank heavens. Well, I knew you were going to the grocery.
David, please help Sybil unload the car.
How comeJanice doesn't gotta? Doesn't "have" to.
BecauseJanice is carrying in all her belongings...
and marching straight upstairs into a bath.
Your father and I have an engagement tonight, so I want you to have a nice early dinner.
And help Sybil. [Together] Yes, ma'am.
Sybil, did Mr. Whitaker call while I was out? Not since you've been gone.
How do you like that guy? Mother, can I please get them?
Janice, I said we'd discuss it with your father. Now hurry on inside.
David, put your bike away and help with the groceries.
Where's your jacket? Is inside.
[Car Horn Honks]
Well, hello, stranger.
Aren't I seeing you in about three hours' time? You are.
But I just left the caterers and I had to dash over.
Oh, you have the samples? You bet.
Oh, come inside. You just caught me actually.
I could only stay a second. I still have loads to do.
David, what did I tell you? I'm getting the last bag.
And imagine with the table setting I showed you.
The aqua trim. Is that smart? Oh, yes.
You like? Mm-hmm.
Well, I'll call the caterer in the morning, you confirm with Dorothy on the deposit...
and, honey, we're in business.
Magnatech '57, here we come. You betcha.
Thanks for stopping by, EI. I'll see you at 8:00.
You know Frank... on the dot.
Mother? Mm-hmm.
When you were a little girl, you lookedjust like me, right?
Mm-hmm.
So, when I grow up, does that mean I'll look like you?
Is that what you want, darling, to look like me?
Yes, I hope I look exactly as pretty as you.
What a lovely compliment coming from my perfectly lovely daughter.
[Sighs] 7:15.
Where on Earth is your father?
Sybil, did I leave my gloves on the hall table?
Yes, I see them.
Is nearly 20 after and Mr. Whitaker still hasn't phoned?
I'm at my wits' end. Oh, thank you, Sybil.
I tried phoning the office even though I knew no one would be there.
[Phone Ringing] I certainly hope thas him, because if it isn't...
Whitaker residence. [Man] This is the Hartford Police Department...
calling for a Mrs. Frank Whitaker.
Who is it? The police department.
Hello?
Yes, am I speaking with a Mrs. Frank Whitaker? Yes.
One moment, please.
Cathy? Oh, Frank.
Are you all right? What happened? Everything's fine.
It was all just a big mix up...
the whole thing.
But you have to come get me. They won't let me leave on my own.
Oh, Frank, don't worry, darling. I'll be there as soon as I can.
Is there anything I can do, Mrs. Whitaker?
Just keep an eye on the children, please. I don't think I'll be very long.
Big time faggot. Family man. Never can tell.
Say, get a load of this one. You don't see that every day of the week.
[Chattering Continues]
This is your copy, ma'am, and your receipt.
Thank you.
[Sighs] Oh, Frank.
[Sighs] I tell you one thing...
if it hadn't been for that sniveling junior cop,
they would have never gone through this whole charade in the first place.
Instead of trying to save face... I saw that guy that they were after, that loiterer.
But they wouldn't listen to me.
So, there were drinks after work?
What do you mean? They said something, intoxication level, something...
Christ, I had one lousy cocktail with Bill after work going over the portfolio.
Should I be arrested for that too? No, of course not, darling.
The whole thing has just put me in a foul state.
He's fine. Oh, the car's fine.
Frank says it was the bumper that got hit.
But you know me, I can't tell the difference.
[Chuckles]
Oh, I'm just sorry we had to miss it.
She was fine.
Said it was all a dreadful bore, what with Mona Lauder...
and her gossip. Cathy,
I'm sorry.
Darling, you've nothing to be sorry for.
It was all just a silly, wretched mistake.
Ohh.
I'm so tired.
Of course you are.
You sleep now.
The bus is here. [Cathy] Have a good day at school.
Bye.
I thought you were going to have another piece of toast.
Is late. I should be getting down there. [Doorbell Rings]
Can I at least fix you lunch? No, thank you, dear. I've got lunch meetings all week.
Is portfolio season.
Sybil, if thas the milkman, his check is in the drawer.
I'm just glad you're feeling better, dear.
Thank you, darling. [Shutter Clicks]
Pardon me, ma'am, sir.
Mrs. Whitaker, this is Mrs. Leacock.
She said she had an appointment with you this morning.
Oh, jiminy, I completely forgot the time. Please forgive me.
I do apologize, Mrs. Whitaker,
but candid views are always the best.
Good-bye, darling. Good-bye, dear.
Mrs. Leacock. Pleasure, Mr. Whitaker.
Your husband's a very charming man, Mrs. Whitaker.
Thank you. We're rather fond of him ourselves.
Now, please, won't you come in? Make yourselves at home.
I suppose I still can't imagine...
why you would want an interview with someone like me in the first place.
"Readers of the" Weekly Gazette, Mrs. Whitaker...
women just like yourself...
with families and homes to keep up.
A good society paper...
need not be a gossip rag.
You are the proud wife...
of a successful sales executive... planning the parties,
and posing at her husband's side on the advertisements.
To everyone here in Connecticut,
you are Mr. And Mrs. Magnatech.
Thank you. I'm very flattered.
But, really, my life is like any other wife or mother's.
In fact, I don't think I've, I've ever wanted anything...
What is it, dear?
I think I just saw someone walking through our yard.
What on Earth...
Oh, my... Mrs. Whitaker, perhaps you should call the police.
Excuse me.
May I help you?
Who are you?
I'm sorry, ma'am. My name is Raymond Deagan... Otis Deagan's son.
I was just taking over some of his...
Oh, you're Otis's son.
Yes.
I-I'm terribly sorry for speaking to you in that manner.
I-I didn't know who was in my yard.
Oh, no need. How is your father? I know he was in the hospital.
Yes, well,
my father's passed away, I'm afraid.
Oh...
Oh, I-I had no idea. I'm, I'm so very sorry.
Please, accept our deepest condolences.
Your father was a wonderful, dedicated man.
Thank you. [Sybil] Mrs. Whitaker?
The caterer's on the line. Oh, thank you, Sybil.
I beg your pardon. Would you excuse me for just a moment? Of course.
Mrs. Leacock, I'm terribly sorry.
I'll just be one minute more. [Leacock] Thas fine, dear.
[Woman] Good morning, Magnatech International? How may I direct your call?
Good morning, Mr. Whitaker. Good morning, Kitty.
Lovely dress you're wearing. Thank you, sir.
Good morning, Marlene, Stan.
Good morning, Mr. Whitaker. How's the second-best golfer in Hartford this morning?
Somebody break the books already?
Don't tell me our wives' party budgets finally came in.
Is almost as fatal. Millstein called.
Looks like New York just shaved a week off portfolio deadline.
You've got to be kidding me. I wish I were.
What are they trying to do, strangle us to death?
Does Doug know? Yeah, I called him first thing.
All right. Get Doug and the others.
Call a portfolio meeting for lunch today.
Marlene, see if you can reschedule the production review for dinner.
And, uh, could you get my wife on the phone, please?
Thanks, Stan.
[Exhales Deeply]
[Buzzer] [Woman On Intercom] Mrs. Whitaker is on line one.
Oh, Frank. I'm sorry.
No, no, I understand.
I just wish you wouldn't overwork yourself, especially after...
I know.
I will.
See you then.
Good-bye, dear.
I'm terribly sorry about all the interruptions.
Now, where was it you wanted me?
Just one more at the fireplace.
Thas it.
Now smile. Isn't that darling?
Hold it.
Well, I guess that about wraps it up.
Bob, Rick. Gentlemen.
You're sure you're all right getting home, sir?
Thank you, Davis. But as 2nd in command of the "U.S.S. McMillan,"
I do feel equipped to locate my own car without cover.
Very good, sir. Bright and early.
Sir, can you spare some change, please?
Spare change? Anything would help.
Spare change?
Where ya headed, tiger?
[Man On TV] Look out, Jake! [Gunshots]
Oh, for heaven's sake.
David, that is the third time I've told you to turn off that infernal racket and go to bed.
Can I pleasejust this once?
No, you certainly may not, and that is final.
Ah, geez. That is not the kind of language we use in this house.
Now march.
And don't forget to wash your teeth.
Hi.
[Man In Movie] Feeling better now?
[Man In Movie] Mrs. White?
[Chattering]
[Man] The picture? [Man #2] Yes.
[Man #1] I thought you really enjoyed the scene in the gentlemen's lounge.
[Laughing] How about a drink?
Sure. I knowjust the spot.
I'll bet you do.
[Chattering]
Identification, please.
Huh? Identification... Driver's license.
[Clears Throat]
Thank you, sir. Have a pleasant evening.
Yes, sir. What can I get you this evening?
Uh, just a scotch... neat, please.
Yes, sir.
There you are, sir.
One more of the same.
"So, does the fabled maxim hold that behind every great man there resides a great lady?
"In this case, wife, mother and Mrs. Magnatech herself,
"Cathleen Whitaker proves that it does.
"A woman as devoted to her family...
as she is kind to Negroes."
To Negroes? Let me see that. What on Earth is that woman thinking?
Cathy? Oh, she's been liberal ever since she played summer stock at college...
with all those steamyJewish boys.
Why do you think they used to call her "Red"?
Oh, for heaven sakes. Les go inside before Joe McCarthy comes driving by.
Uh-oh. [Cathy] Oh, I love that scarf.
Oh, I'm sure itjust blew behind the house somewhere.
For heaven sakes. This really isn't your day, is it?
No. Did they really call you "Red"?
Oh, Nancy. Honestly!
Would anyone like another daiquiri?
Better not.
Oh, no, one's my limit.
EI? Mmm.
All right, girls. No more beating around the bush.
Nancy. Oh, I... I can't.
Oh, come on. It can't be that bad.
Um, well, uh...
Mike insists on...
He insists on once a week.
Ah, you got off easy. Once a week?
Oh, you're lucky. Ron's more like two or three.
Three, really? And how.
Thas nothing. Girlfriend of mine... Shirley Dawson.
Her husband... every night of the week.
Plus, three more times on the weekend.
Can you imagine?
It was lovely, Cathleen. Thank you. Bye.
Bye, girls. The chicken was divine.
Oh, thanks, EI. I'll call you tomorrow.
All right. Bye-bye.
Could this possibly...
Oh, I'm sorry. No. You found it.
Yeah, I found it hanging off one of the birches out back.
It was so windy.
I was going back into the house and it just sailed off my neck.
I had a feeling it might be yours.
Who else could have been so absentminded? No, no, is the color.
It just seemed right.
Well, thank you, Mr. Deagan... for finding it.
Please, call me Raymond. Thank you, Raymond.
Everything looks wonderful, by the way. Good.
I think we got everything pretty much under control.
Well, it can't have been easy... taking over for your father so quickly.
Well, between Pop's business, my, uh, shop...
and taking care of my little girl,
doesn't leave much time for reflecting.
I didn't know you had children. Just the one... Sarah's her name.
And how old is Sarah? Eleven.
Well, I'm sure she's a lovely child.
You and your wife must be very proud.
Well, um, Mrs. Deagan, my wife, uh,
passed away when Sarah was about five.
Oh, Raymond, I'm so sorry.
Thank you.
Sarah and I,
we do just fine.
You know, I got a picture of her somewhere.
There she is. Thas my Sarah.
[Chuckling] Oh, she's darling.
Look at those eyes.
Now, whas this I hear about a shop?
Oh, yeah, the plant shop. Is just a little place down on Hawthorn.
Started out as a service for gardeners...
till I opened the store about six years ago, and, uh...
Well, is the only thing that business degree's been good for yet.
Why, thas marvelous, Raymond. You should be very proud.
Well, I am.
Uh, if you're ever in the neighborhood, be sure to stop by.
I certainly will. All right, then.
Thank you. You're welcome.
[Phone Ringing] If thas your father...
Don't worry Sybil, I'll get it.
[Phone Rings]
Hello?
Frank, you haven't left yet?
Oh, no. Not again.
All right.
Good-bye, dear.
He isn't coming home again? No, he's going to be late.
Father never wants to come home.
Janice, he most certainly does. He's just very busy at work and under a great deal of strain.
Yeah! Shut up.
Janice, thas enough.
Sybil, you know what?
Wrap up Mr. Whitaker's plate. I'm going to run down to the office...
and take it to him myself.
All the way downtown? Is not so very far.
Anyway, the children are fine.
Knowing Mr. Whitaker, I'm just saving him another night of pretzels and coffee.
Thank you.
I'm just dropping something off for my husband on the 12th floor.
Mr. Whitaker. Thank you. All right.
Frank?
[Sighs]
Oh, Frank.
Frank?
[Glass Shatters]
Cathy.
Mr. Maynard...
left an estimate for the roof.
I put it in the kitchen.
Twelve hundred something. Cathy...
I can't.
[Sighs]
I don't...
What?
Eh, you see, uh...
Once,
a long time ago,
a long, long time ago,
I had, um,
um, problems...
[Mumbles]
"I just" f"igured that was..."
that was it.
I- I never imagined... You had problems?
Y-Yes.
You, uh, never spoke to anyone...
a-a doctor? No.
No one?
I don't understand.
Neither do I.
What if... I mean,
there must be people who...
[Panting] I- I don't know.
Because...
Otherwise, I don't know what I... Cathy.
All right.
Thank you.
[Sighs]
Mr. And Mrs. Whitaker, this is Dr. Bowman.
Mr. Whitaker,
how do you do? Hello.
Mrs. Whitaker, how lovely. Thank you.
I suppose we may as well get started.
Actually, uh, Mrs. Whitaker, I think it might be best...
if your husband and I conversed in private.
In private. Yes, of course.
I think it would be best. Certainly, Doctor.
I'll see you later. I'll see you later, dear.
Today, the general attitude regarding this sort of behavior...
is naturally more modern,
more scientific than it ever has been before.
But for those who do seek treatment,
who possess the will and desire...
to lead a normal life,
there still remains only a scant...
five to thirty percent rate of success...
for complete heterosexual conversion.
For many, is the treatment itself...
that often changes the patiens mind.
[Clears Throat] What does it, uh, comprise of?
The treatment. The treatmens comprised of psychiatric sessions...
twice a week, sometimes more.
Just talking? Yes.
Though some patients have explored additional, more behavioral methods.
Behavioral? Electroshock aversion therapy for instance.
Or hormonal rebalancing procedures.
I know this can all seem rather daunting at first.
I suggest you take some time.
Think over the various options we've discussed.
Discuss it with your wife. No, I already know.
I want to begin treatment.
I can't let this thing...
destroy my life,
my family's life.
I, uh... I-I know is a sickness,
because it makes me feel...
despicable.
I promise you, Dr. Bowman, I'm going to beat this thing.
I'm gonna break it.
So help me God.
[Bowman] Why don't you confirm those times we discussed with Rosalyn.
I'll see you here same time next Tuesday. Thank you, Doctor.
Mr. Whitaker, Mrs. Whitaker. Thank you, Doctor.
Frank? What?
I'm just proud of you, thas all.
Don't say that. Well, I am.
He seems a very decent man, Dr. Bowman. Don't you think?
Frank? I don't know, Cathleen.
I suppose he's decent.
[Ding]
But you must have liked him enough to want to see him again.
Who else am I going to see?
Well, I'm sure there are numerous doctors in Hartford or Springfield if you...
Look, I just want to get the whole fucking thing over with!
Can you understand that?
Frank, please don't.
I-I'm sorry.
All right, Cathy, I'm so sorry.
Good morning, Mr. Whitaker. Morning.
Good morning, Mr. Whitaker. Hi, Kitty.
I hope you have a pleasant day, sir. Thank you.
Good morning, Mr. Whitaker. Marlene.
I found this in the cupboard, sir. Whas that?
Your office lamp... the one that was missing.
Ah... Should I have it repaired, sir?
Yes. Yes, thank you, Marlene.
Mr. Whitaker, Mr. Fine's been waiting.
Frank? Uh?
I didn't see you sitting there.
Everything all right?
Oh, with me? Of course.
Whas up? Just picked up the galleys from the printer.
How do they look? Great, just great.
Just leave them there. I'll take a look first chance I get.
Sure.
You'll let me know what you think?
Of course I will. You're first on my list.
Whas it gonna take to get you back on that course anyway?
We haven't seen you for weeks. I know.
Sunday. No excuses.
All right. I'll hold you to it. [Chuckling]
Thanks again, EI. You sure thas all I can give you?
Oh, yes. The caterer should have everything. I just thought a few extras would be nice.
Oh, don't forget. The art show is Saturday. Start working on Frank tonight.
I swear he's the kind of man you have to pin messages to.
Though I'm sorry to say, Mona Lauder "will" be attending.
Turns out her uncle's in town, some hotshot art dealer from New York.
I think I met him at one of Mona's soirees.
A bit flowery for my taste.
How do you mean? Oh, you know, a touch light on his feet.
Oh, you mean... Yes, darling, he's one of those.
Of course, I could be mistaken. Just an impression I got.
You don't care for them particularly?
Well, no, not particularly. Not that I actually know any.
Call me old-fashioned, I just like all the men I'm around to be all men.
Say, why the third degree? Is not the third degree.
I'm just interested, thas all, in your views.
I read an article in a magazine.
What? [Chuckles] Nothing.
I'm just delighted to see you taking interest in yet another civic cause.
I can see it now.
"Cathleen Whitaker and her kindness to homosexuals."
Ugh. That word.
See you Saturday... and bring Frank. I'll try.
[Engine Starts]
Then Billy Hutchinson stole a pass at the ten-yard line.
Ran it all the way for a touchdown. You shoulda seen it, Pop.
Father, want to see my routine for the ballet recital?
Hey, I was talking to Pop. Children, give your father a moment to eat his dinner.
Would you like another lamb chop, dear?
Oh, I'm fine. Are you sure?
I have plenty in the oven. No, thank you.
I'm, I'm fine.
We're playing Lincoln on Saturday, Pop... if you're not working.
That reminds me. This Saturday is the reception for the modern art show I told you about,
the one that Eleanor's group is sponsoring.
Oh, God. I know how you hate these things, but I simply have to go.
Eleanor pleaded with me to ask you. Wait, what about me?
No one cares one bit what I'm doing Saturday.
David, I'm sorry.
But this Saturday your mother has an engagement that simply cannot be changed.
Well, Pop could come.
Couldn't you, Pop? [Cathy] We'll see, David.
Janice, could you please pass the butter?
Thank you.
[Man On TV] President Eisenhower was determined to keep the troops there until...
...satisfactory or unequivocal assurances that...
Frank?
Hmm?
Did you see him?
Yeah.
You didn't say a word.
[Sighs]
So how did it go with Bowman?
Did you feel... It was fine.
And there's nothing else you care to share with your very own adoring wife?
Cathleen, what I discuss with this doctor...
is private, all right.
Thas part of it. Oh, I understand, darling.
I do.
Oh... [Chuckling] Frank, wait till you see the hors d'oeuvres.
The caterer's doing, just such a marvelous job.
I think you're going to be so pleased this year, darling. I really do.
[Chattering]
Eleanor, darling, I'm so sorry I'm late.
Cathleen, darling. Hello, Mona.
Uh, I want to introduce you to my uncle, Morris Farnsworth,
that wickedly successful Gotham art dealer...
who was kind enough to attend our provincial little gathering.
Morris, darling, allow me to introduce you...
to my dear little friend, Cathleen Whitaker,
whose face and civic fancies are hardly strangers...
to the society pages of Hartford.
Oh, Mona. Really, you must ignore her, Mr. Farnsworth.
Charmed. I do hope you enjoy your stay.
Morris was just telling us the most delightful tale...
all about a forged Rembrandt.
Cathy, don't let us keep you. I know you want to see the show. I am dying to see it.
Oh, yes, dear, simply charming.
Eleanor, you should be so proud. Thank you, Mona.
It was lovely to meet you, Mr. Farnsworth. Likewise, my dear.
[Shutter Clicks] Wife of Hartford executive...
communing with Picasso?
[Chuckling] Mrs. Leacock, is lovely to see you again.
And how is that charming husband of yours?
Oh, he's very well. Thank you.
Um, would you excuse me just a moment?
Oh, certainly, dear. Thank you.
Raymond, what a tremendous surprise finding you here.
Mrs. Whitaker, hello.
Is this your daughter? Yep, this is my Sarah.
Hello, Sarah. Hello.
[Boy] Bobby, get over here! Say, Sarah,
isn't that Hutch and his little brother I see playing out front?
You remember them, don't you, baby?
Oh, sure you do.
The day we went to the Hutchinson house.
Oh, yeah.
What do you say you go out and see if they'd like to play for a while?
Ah, go on.
For Daddy?
Attagirl.
Oh, Raymond, she's lovely. Thank you.
Well, how on Earth did you find out about this show?
Well, I do read the papers. W... No, of course you do.
I just meant that is... is such a... is a coincidence.
I know. I was just teasing you.
Because, you know, I'm not prejudiced.
My husband and I have always believed in equal rights for the Negro...
and support the N.A.A.C.P.
I'm glad to hear that.
I just wanted you to know. Well, thank you.
Oh, not at all. [Chuckles]
[Boy] Go!
Straighter, Tommy! You got to throw it straighter.
And hard. One, two, three, go!
[Sarah] Is too heavy.
What? On the back. Your airplane.
Who asked you? Come on, Bobby.
[Chattering]
So, whas your opinion on modern art?
Uh, is hard to put into words really.
I-I just know what I care for, and, and what I don't.
Like this... I don't know how to pronounce it.
"Mira"? Miró.
I don't know why, but I just adore it.
A feeling it gives.
I know that sounds terribly vague.
No, no, actually it confirms something I've always wondered about modern art, abstract art.
What is that?
That perhaps is just picking up where religious art left off,
somehow trying to show you divinity.
The modern artistjust pares it down to the basic elements of shape and color.
But when you look at that Miró,
you feel it just the same.
Why, thas lovely, Raymond.
[Giggling]
To tell the truth, I've always preferred the work of the Masters.
Rembrandt, Michelangelo...
Would you excuse me a moment? Oh, certainly.
Cathleen... Oh, EI, honey, everything looks just marvelous.
Cathy, who on Earth is that man? You have this whole place in a clamor.
For heaven sakes why? Because of that ridiculous story?
Who is he?
He's Raymond Deagan, Otis Deagan's son.
Your gardener? He passed away and Raymond's taken over his business.
You certainly seem on familiar terms with him.
Oh, "familiar terms"... What does that mean?
He happens to have some very interesting views on Miró.
Oh, jeepers, look at the time. I have to fly. I'm having the carpets cleaned for tomorrow...
What time are the caterers showing? They said 4:00.
I'll come early, for moral support. You're a doll.
[Chattering]
So glad you could make it. Come in. Come in.
Not to say that I'm against integration, mind you.
I do believe is the Christian thing to do.
But I still say what happened in Little Rock...
could just as easily have happened here in Hartford.
Nonsense. Well, why is that?
Well, for one thing, there's no Governor Faubus in Connecticut.
But the main reason, there are no Negroes. [Laughter]
No, but there are some...
rather dangerous pro-integration types right here in Hartford.
Dangerous? Oh, yes.
Some very attractive ones, in fact,
noted, I'm told, for their kindness to Negroes.
Oh, Dick, stop. Where on Earth did you hear about that?
Shirley read it to me. I should have known.
Whas all this? Absolutely nothing.
Now, let me freshen those.
Excuse me, please. Thanks.
Oh, by golly, there she is now, the "purtiest" gal in the room.
Oh, Stan, liquor brings out the Texan in you. I hope Eleanor isn't listening.
So what if she is. I still say Frank is the luckiest guy in town.
[Man] Hear! Hear! Is all smoke and mirrors, fellas. Thas all it is.
You should see her without her face on.
[Laughter]
[Woman] Frank! [Cathy] No, he's absolutely right.
We ladies are never what we appear, and every girl as her secrets.
I'll say. How about this girl getting her husband another drink?
Darling, don't you think you've already had enough?
No, I don't think I've had enough...
I'd just like to take a moment to raise a glass to our marvelous host and hostess...
and another glorious annual party at the Whitakers.
To Frank and Cathy, truly Mr. And Mrs. Magnatech.
[All] Hear! Hear!
My goodness. Thank you very much.
Now, who can I freshen up? Ron? No, I'm fine.
Me. Oh, I think you're fresh enough.
All right.
[Sybil] Here, Mrs. Whitaker, let me take that for you.
Thank you, Sybil.
Cathy? Hi.
Honey, is everything all right?
Why? What do you mean?
Frank... I've never seen him so soused.
Oh, he's been working so hard lately. He's under tremendous strain.
You sure thas all? Oh, yes.
You'd tell me if there was anything more? Of course I would.
Well, Cathy,
I think we just threw ourselves one class-"A" swanky function.
It did turn out nicely, didn't it?
Cathleen, darling, you've simply outdone yourself once again.
Thank you so much.
Frank?
Well, if I do say so myself, it was a lovely party,
all considering.
I just wish...
it didn't have to turn ugly...
in front of our friends.
Honestly, Frank, if you didn't insist on...
What is it?
Oh, Frank.
Oh, Jesus.
Oh, Jesus! Whas happening? I can't even...
God! Frank, it doesn't matter.
The important thing is to keep, to keep trying. Don't!
What? Because...
I'm sure, you know,
Dick Dawson wouldn't mind lending his services every once in a while.
Oh, Frank.
I mean, you wouldn't mind that so much, would you?
A good-looking guy like Dick.
Maybe even Stan would pitch in.
Frank, you're the only man that I've ever wanted.
Just let go. Frank, Frank, you're...
You're all men to me. You're all man.
Stop it! [Gasps]
Cathy. Cathy, I'm sorry. Oh. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to.
Is all right. I'm-I'm all right.
It was an accident. Are you bleeding?
Oh, just... just the littlest bit.
Perhaps, um, you could get me some ice, dear.
Some ice? Yes.
Cathy... I-I know.
Uh, um, is all right. I'm all right.
[Sniffles]
[Birds Chirping]
Hey, there, hon. Listen. I can't stay. I'm meeting Stan for lunch at the club.
Oh, that sounds like fun. Can't believe I let you get away without these.
Is cute, your hair that way. Oh, yeah?
I experimented. Oh, is adorable.
Thanks. Oh. Whoopsie.
Thanks.
Cathy. What?
What happened to your head?
Oh, nothing. I... I hit the door.
It was the silliest thing.
Cathy. What?
Did something happen between you and Frank?
What do you mean?
Cathy, I'm your best friend.
Nothing happened.
Nothing at all.
Oh, Cathy.
[Weepy] Eleanor.
Cathy, I'm your dearest and closest friend in the world.
You call me... day or night.
You hear?
[Car Door Opens and Closes]
[Engine Starts]
[Sobbing]
[Gasps]
[Sobbing Continues]
Mrs. Whitaker?
Is there anything I can do?
[Sobbing Continues]
You sure? [Sniffles] I'm... I'm fine.
I just, um... [Sobs]
I-Is a difficult time [Sniffs] with my husband.
Oh. It happens with married people.
I know it does. I'm just... Is just embarrassing.
Please forgive me. Forgive you?
Mrs. Whitaker, listen.
I have to pick up some shrubs from a farmhousejust out of town.
Which means I gotta get a move on.
Why don't you come along for the ride?
Some fresh air, change of scenery...
might help you take your mind of things.
Ooh. Oh, no. I, uh... [Sniffles]
I couldn't. Uh...
Thank you, Raymond, for offering.
You're very kind.
You sure? [Sybil] Mrs. Whitaker?
Oh. Yes, Sybil? Is Mrs. Barker on the phone.
I'll be right there! Oh. [Exhales Deeply]
[Sniffs] Mm. I have to get back.
Okay.
[Door Closes]
Oh, not at all. Um, well, I... I was planning on picking them up at 5:00.
You'd like to switch for Thursday?
I don't see why that would be a problem.
Um, No. I'm glad I could be of help.
Certainly.
Bye now.
[Sniffs, Exhales Deeply]
[Sighs]
[Clank]
Raymond. Mrs. Whitaker.
Hi. [Chuckles] Hello.
Oh, wouldn't you know it. I just received a call and suddenly everything's changed.
Anyway, I...