A Rage to Live (1965) - full transcript

["Rage to Live Theme" playing]

[children chattering]

Like to come in for a while?

I've got to get swinging
on that history paper.

Oh, don't mention it.

I haven't even picked
a topic yet.

Yeah, well stay away
from the Punic Wars.

They're mine.

[laughs] You can have them.
Bye, Connie, see you tomorrow.

Bye.

Afternoon, Miss Caldwell.



Hi, Henry.

Hello?

Mother?

Emma?

[slow jazz music playing]

Brock?

Brock?

Hiya, wiggles.

Charlie Jay, what fun.

Got any idea where Brock is?

Nope.

Not the slightest.

When... When does he leave
for college?

I don't know.
I haven't been informed.



Not, uh...

Your brother's keeper?

Oh, Charlie,
that was a sparkler.

Huh?

"Not my brother's keeper."

I mean, most boys
with your good looks

wouldn't even bother to try
and develop a personality.

You know, for a kid your age,
you've got a pretty big head.

Yeah. It's all those vitamins
Momma feeds me.

Witty!

I'm going to take a shower.
Goodbye, Charlie.

Maybe I could scrub your back.

That would be dull.

- You think so?
- Come on, Charlie.

- What's the big rush?
- I'm hot.

I'll bet you are.

- No.
- Grace, please.

Charlie, stop it.

Grace, I love you.

I hate you.

But you don't hate this.

[lively music playing
in distance]

[blowing]

[car horn honks]

Who's that?

[Grace] Nobody.

Nobody.

[bottles rattle]

[knocking on door]

Hiya, Mom.

What kept you, boy?

Kept me? I broke
a record getting here.

It's half an hour since
I phoned the order.

Aw, come on now, Mom.

You know, the Caldwell's
are not the only customers

Mr. Doyle has.

They are
when I'm working for 'em.

Emma, have you seen Grace?

No, ma'am.

Oh, Mrs. Caldwell,
you know my son, Roger.

Hello, Roger.

Mrs. Caldwell.

He's studying to be
an engineer at the University.

How wonderful.

Can I help with anything?

Yes, Connie. You can find Grace

and tell her
we're ready to serve.

Will do.

[lively music
continues playing]

You're kidding.

You mean they let you come
home whenever you want?

Well, just about.

That's the big difference
between Yale and Prep school.

They, uh, aren't always trying
to blow your nose for you.

Brock, have you seen Grace?

I've been unable
to see her for years.

[all laughing]

Grace, your mother's looking
for you.

Oh?

You'd better go in first.

Use the back door.

Okay.

What are you turning into?
Some kind of a nursemaid?

Oh, honey, I'm not that stupid.

Ordering people around.

Your mother asked me
to find you.

Well, you go tell her you did.
And stop being such a snoop.

[Mrs. Caldwell] Grace.

Yes.

What are you doing out there?

Just getting some air.

All alone?

Yes.

It was so stuffy in there.

Now listen to me, young lady,
I don't care how stuffy it was,

this is your party,
these are your guests,

you have an obligation to them.

You happen to be the hostess.

I know that, Momma.

Then go on in
and start acting like one.

Grace...

Is anything wrong?

No.

Well?

It's still too high, Emily.

Well, I'm taking the pills,
twice a day.

How's Grace?

All right.

That's what this is, you know.

You're gonna worry yourself
into a sanitarium

over that daughter of yours.

I can't help it, I'm scared.

Do you have anything specific,
to go on?

No, it's just a feeling.

[chuckles]

She tells me she's going over
to Connie's after school.

And then I phone,
and she's not there.

Well, suppose she is seeing
some boy.

It doesn't automatically
follow that...

Why make such a secret of it?

I keep feeling that
if Will were alive,

he'd know what to do.

[sighs] Emily...

Emily, it's the oldest problem
on Earth.

Nobody's ever whipped it.

Can't keep our kids locked up
for 24 hours a day,

and we can't be with them
every minute of the time.

When they're 15 years old
we tell 'em...

Sex is dynamite,
don't touch it.

Then six or seven years later,
they come around

and tell you
they're gonna get married,

and you say okay,
fine, play with the dynamite.

It's okay, she's not home.

How do you know?

Her car's not in the garage.

Let's go in.

[suspenseful music playing]

Charlie, what if she
comes home?

I'll hear the car.

[Mrs. Jay] Charlie.

Charlie, I know you're there.

All right. What's the fuss?

And I know who's with you.
I saw you sneak in.

[rattling switches]

Well, turn on the light.

We just came through the door,
for Pete sake.

And we weren't sneaking,
Mrs. Jay.

- Oh, you weren't.
- No, we weren't.

Grace Caldwell, you ought
to be ashamed of yourself.

I ought to be ashamed
of myself? For what?

Mom, for Pete sake.

You shut up, your father
will take care of you.

I hate to say this, Mrs. Jay,
but you have a dirty mind.

You're down here in the dark

behaving like a couple
of alley cats

and I have a dirty mind.

A dirty mind,
and a dirty mouth.

And I don't have
to listen to it.

- Grace, I'll take you home.
- You will not.

Don't bother, Charlie.

- Why, hello, Grace.
- Hello, Mr. Jay.

How's your mother?

Admit it, you little animal.

I know you've had
her here before.

Do you think the neighbors
don't tell me

what goes on in this house
when I go out?

What's all the screaming about?

George, I want you
to come down here.

Our fine gentlemen of a son
has found himself a mistress.

Mom, that's not so.

Don't lie to me!

I am not blind.
I was not born yesterday.

What was Grace Caldwell
doing here?

Charles?

Tell your father
what Grace Caldwell

was doing here.

That sweet,
refined little slut.

What's your mother
talking about?

He knows
what I'm talking about.

Pop...

Is it true?

Don't look at me
with those cow eyes,

I want a straight
yes or no answer.

Is it true?

You maniac.

[sobs]

Put your hands down.

Are you crazy or something?

What're you trying to do,
get yourself put in jail?

She wanted me to.
She asked me to.

She's a minor.

Don't you know anything
about the law?

She wouldn't tell.

Wouldn't tell?

Why you bone-headed punk.

I'm not gonna waste time
talking about right and wrong.

That's just for squares like
your mother and me.

What do you think would happen
if that girl got in trouble?

Do you think
she'd be quiet then?

What if she got pregnant?

Well, that doesn't mean
that I'd be the one.

What?

Well, it wouldn't!

I know another boy
she's been with.

Scotty Bordener.

[ringing]

All right, all right.

Caldwell residence.

Just a moment, please.

Mrs. Caldwell.
It's for you, Mrs. Jay.

Oh, thank you, Emma.

Hello?

Not at all, it's nice to hear
from you, Mrs. Jay.

Oh?

Well if you think
it's that important,

I certainly want to know.

Please, go on.

[intense music playing]

[knocking on door]

Ready for bed?

Just about. I almost forgot
to brush my hair.

Finish your homework?

All but the Spanish.
I can do that in study hall.

Grace,

what's been going on
between you and Charlie Jay?

Nothing.

I just got a call
from his mother.

She told me what happened
this afternoon.

I'll bet she did.

Well, I'm sorry
if I was disrespectful,

but I don't like being accused
of things I haven't done.

She said you and Charlie
were making love.

That's a lie.

She said Charlie admitted it.

And that's a lie.

Grace, it's all very well
for you

to keep saying, "That's a lie."

Mama!

We were necking. Just necking.

I don't expect to get
a gold star for that,

but it's a long way
from what she's talking about.

It certainly is.

She didn't even see us.

I don't know
where she gets her ideas.

I just told you. From Charlie.

Charlie probably admitted
we were necking,

and her dirty mind
did the rest.

What do you call necking?

I told you, nothing happened.

Then why can't
you discuss it calmly?

Because you won't take my word.

Baby, this is not something
to argue about.

I'm worried.
I want to help you.

I don't need your help.

I didn't do anything wrong,
and I'm not a baby.

Grace, please.

Momma, that woman accused me

of some terrible things
this afternoon,

and now she's got you
believing them.

Well, I won't live in a house

where people think
that about me,

so either you take my word, or
I'm gonna pack and leave right now.

Very well, dear.

I'll take your word for it.

[sobbing] Momma.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean it.

I'd never leave you.
I just said that.

Come to bed. It's late.

I love you, Momma.

I love you too, dear.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

[Emma] Miss Grace! Miss Grace.

Hurry. Hurry.

Miss Grace.

- What happened?
- I don't know.

She just keeled over.

[dialing phone]

Dr. O'Brien, please.

This is an emergency.

[O'Brien]
I've had several long talks

with your mother, Brock.

I've seen
this condition develop.

You know, I've been your
family doctor for many years.

The central problem is...

Well, I'll leave it up to you.

Is she any better?

Oh, she's getting
her strength back, Grace.

It's slow, yes,
but it's happening.

She's gonna need
a full-time nurse

for the next few weeks.

And, after that,

I think maybe a little
temporary change of climate

might be helpful.

Some place where it's warm
and sunny.

Whatever you think, sir.

I, uh...

I heard you say something
about a central problem.

It's mainly a matter
of avoiding

any emotional strain.

She needs rest and quiet.
Peace of mind.

The kind of things
you can't order

at the corner drugstore.

We'll see that she gets them.

You're the only ones who can.

I'll drop by on the way
home tomorrow.

Goodbye, Dr. O'Brien.

Goodbye, Grace.

Goodnight, Brock.

Come in the study for a minute.
I want to talk to you.

Close the door.

- Oh, look, Brock...
- Grace...

I don't care
if Emma hears this,

but you might.

Do yourself a favor.

Dr. O'Brien just gave me
quite a speech upstairs.

About you.

Oh? What about me?

And Charlie Jay
and God knows who else.

That's a lie.

Then what were you
and mother fighting about?

It's none of your business.

Why don't you
start growing up, Grace.

Mother nearly died,
you know that?

That's official.
That's O'Brien talking,

so let's quit fooling around.

I didn't know it was that bad.

It is that bad.

[sighs] Oh, Grace, you've got
her nearly half-crazy.

She's afraid you'll turn
into a tramp.

She said that?

It's what she's thinking,
it has to be.

Are you in love with Charlie?

No. I hate him.

Was he the first?

Oh, look, Grace, I know
this is hard to talk about.

Yes.

He was the first.

I thought I loved him,

and then I found
I could feel the same way

about someone else,
someone different.

Grace, that isn't love.

No.

But it's being wanted
and needed and held close.

It's almost love.

Almost love?

You don't have
to settle for that.

I'm not settling.

Oh, I just don't get this.
You talk like a girl who's...

Who's got nothing else
in her life.

- Who nobody cares about.
- No, no.

Well, that's the way it sounds.

I don't care how it sounds.

When I feel that way,
I can't think of anything else.

It doesn't matter who I am,
or what I'm supposed to be.

Nothing matters.

I can't help it.

Grace...

I'm the last guy on earth
to be giving lectures,

but you're my sister.

We've got to do something
about this.

- I know.
- It'll tear you to pieces.

Maybe you could talk
to a doctor.

No.

No, I can't.

At least it's worth a try.

- I can't. I'm too ashamed.
- Grace, look, they...

They don't give lectures,
they try to help you.

You just said
you can't help yourself.

All right.

All right, I'll think about it.

Maybe after Momma's better.

That could be a long time.

I said, I'd think about it.

Besides, what'll they tell me,
"Control yourself?"

Not just that, no.

That's what it
all comes down to.

Well, I try, Brock. I do try.

But sometimes it
just doesn't work.

Grace...

From now on, it has to.

I know, Brock.

I know.

[jazz music playing]

Well, I'd say it's definite.
You've been stood up.

Oh, Brock. You and your
big college friends.

Not my college friends.

Paul Rutherford
goes to Princeton.

I thought you said
the Tate boy went to Yale.

That's right, Mother, went.

He graduated the year
before I got there.

What time is it?

Uh, five after 8:00.

Oh, brother.

Yes, Madame.

Well, at last,
the wayfaring strangers.

Uh, blame me. I'm the heavy.
We got lost.

I'm really sorry,
Mrs. Caldwell.

It's good to see you, Paul.

But may I say
that you're looking great.

You certainly may.

How can you get lost between
Lebanon and Fort Penn?

There's only one road.

Well, it isn't easy.

Oh, uh, Mrs. Caldwell,

I'd like to present
Mr. Sidney Tate.

- How do you do.
- Mrs. Caldwell.

And that's Miss Grace Caldwell.

Betty Bordener,
Connie Schoffstal.

And that is Brock Caldwell
of the loud mouth.

[both laugh]

Glad to meet you, Sidney.

How do you do?

Paul, you sit next to Connie.
And Sidney, you sit here.

It's really my fault
we're late.

I asked Paul to make a detour

so I could look at a farm,
over near Cedarton.

A farm?

Yes. I... I want to buy one.

Well, if you're going
into real estate around here,

city property is your best bet.

Oh, may we quote you,
Mr. Kiplinger?

Well, it is.

I suppose you're right,

but this won't only be
an investment.

You see, I, uh,
want to live there,

actually work it.

Oh, back to the land.

In a way.

It sounds as though
you have farming

in your blood, Sidney.

Oh, no, Mrs. Caldwell.

I come from a long line
of Wall Street brokers.

What does your family
think of this idea?

They keep telling each other
I've had a nervous breakdown.

You don't strike me
as the type, Sidney.

For farming?

For nervous breakdowns.

[laughing]

- Madame.
- [Mrs. Caldwell chuckling]

Shall we order?

[jazz music playing]

So I began thinking,

this is the biggest fullback
I'd ever seen.

Was he?

No. It's just that every time
he came by I was lying down.

[both laughing]

Oh.

I'm terribly sorry.

- Oh, that's all right.
- [music stops]

[music resumes playing]

I think that fullback
is still following you.

I'll, uh, get him
on the next play.

Oh, would you mind very much,

if we watched the next play
from the bench?

Whatever you say, coach.

Uh, why don't we go to
the bar?

Are you old enough?

Of course I am.

That's older than you look.

I am older than I look.

Would you like
to argue the point?

- I wouldn't think of it.
- [chuckles]

♪ You're stormy and wild ♪

♪ A turbulent child
of reckless ways ♪

♪ You're insatiable... ♪

[people chattering in distance]

Well, pretty thirsty
out tonight.

Yes, indeed.

You stay here.
I'll try to get a table.

Pardon me a second.

- Oh.
- Excuse me.

- Jack Hollister.
- Grace?

My gosh, I hardly knew you.

Why, you haven't changed.

Oh, sure I have.
It's just not visible.

Where have you been?

In Philadelphia,
working on a newspaper.

- I got back just last month.
- Oh.

There you are.

I was afraid
you'd fallen overboard.

Oh, uh, Amy,
this is Grace Caldwell.

Grace, this is Amy, my wife.

How do you do?

Well, congratulations,
I didn't know you were married.

Three years in August.

Well, that's great.
Any children?

No, uh, not yet.

Jack, dear, do you know
where I left my stole?

I think Joe has it.

Oh, excuse me.

Are you back for keeps?

Well, I hope so.

Doing what?

Well, you ought to know.
I'm an employee of yours.

On the Sentinel?

Assistant City Editor.

That means I can have
you fired, huh?

[laughing] Oh, on the spot.

Well, I see. It all depends
on how the tennis lessons go.

When do we start again?

Oh, Grace,
I haven't had a tennis racket

in my hands for years.

But, if you'd really
like to, sure.

[Amy] Jack.

The car is waiting.

I'm sorry.

Goodnight, Grace.

Goodnight.
Nice meeting you, Amy.

Yes.

[Sidney] Grace.

Grace, I've got two at the bar.

Champagne cocktail, please.

Yes, ma'am.

Do you have any draft beer?

Yes, sir.

Well...

Farming, draft beer.

I bet you smoke a pipe.

Would, uh, you like to try it?

Oh, wouldn't you be surprised
if I did?

Yes.

[laughing]

Well, you got me off
that hook nicely.

What's wrong?

I just saw someone
I don't want to.

Oh?

A boy. Is he looking?

Well, uh, which one?
I've got a lot to choose from.

Tall, dark.
Toward the end of the bar.

He's not only looking,
he's headed this way.

Oh.

Would you rather leave?

I should say not.
Why should we leave?

How's it going, Grace?

Charlie Jay, Sidney Tate.

How do you do?

Yeah.

Don't I get a hello?

Hello.

I'd like to buy a little drink.

No, thank you.

Yo, Ted. Another round here.

I guess you
didn't understand her, Charlie.

She said, "No thanks."

Well, I probably know Grace
a little better than you.

And just because she says no,
she doesn't always mean no.

Apologize.

[laughs] Who do you think you...

I said apologize,
or I'll tear your head off.

- For what?
- Outside.

- Now, look...
- Go on.

I don't want to fight you.

Then don't.
It'll be over faster.

[grunts]

[woman exclaims]

[man] Come on come on,
break it up.

[Charlie grunts]

All right now, that's it.

Please, please,
ladies and gentleman.

Please be seated.

Please be seated.
Everything is all right.

What happened?

He just, uh...

Forgot his manners.

[honking]

Sid, we've got a two-hour
drive ahead of us.

In a minute.

Listen, I'd, uh...
I'd like to see you again

before you and your mother
go away.

All right.

How about next weekend?

I could drive down
Saturday morning.

That would be wonderful.

Well...

You're very nice, Sidney.

I'd like you to think so.

Goodnight, Grace.

[car engine starts]

[lively Caribbean
music playing]

It's that time again.

Oh, thank you, darling.

[knocking on door]

- Oh, I'll get it.
- Thank you.

This just now arrived,
Miss Caldwell.

Thank you.

Is it a bit soon to clear off
the dinner things?

Uh, no. You can take them.

What's he doing
in San Francisco?

Is it from Sidney?

Mmm-hmm.

Oh, he says his firm
sent him there

on some kind of a survey.

[laughing] He says,
"Don't write me

any more glowing reports
about the weather in Nassau.

Last night,
we had two inches of rain.”

[laughing]

Will that be all,
Miss Caldwell?

Yes, thank you.

Oh, no.

On the way out, he stopped
to look at a farm in Ohio.

I had a feeling
he meant business about that.

He sends his love to you

and hopes
we're enjoying ourselves.

Here, you can read it.

Maybe later.
My eyes are a bit tired.

[lively Caribbean music
continues playing]

Would you like to go over
and listen to the music?

No, I don't think so.

Maybe later,
I'll go down and take a swim.

I'm afraid this trip
hasn't been

very exciting for you.

Don't be silly.

Oh, I thought there'd be
more young people here.

I don't miss them.

Strange.

All of a sudden,
young people seem so...

[chuckles]

So young.

As compared with Sidney?

I guess.

You know, sometimes I...

[sighs]

What were you going to say?

I don't know, really.

Momma.

Momma.

[gasping] Oh.

Grace.

[grunting] Gra...

Grace, where are you?

Well, I'd just about given
you up for tonight.

Momma!

Momma...

[voice breaking] Momma.

[sobbing] Momma.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, Momma.

I'm sorry.

[bell rings]

Oh, Doctor.

Good morning, Emma.

Don't you think it's about time
to take that down?

Miss Grace won't let us.

Good morning.

Good morning, Brock.

We're not due at the
lawyer's office until 10:00.

Would you like a cup of coffee?

Thanks, Emma. Yes, yes. Fine.

Will Grace be coming with us?

No. She doesn't care about it.

Brock, are you keeping
after her?

- What do you mean?
- [doorbell rings]

Your mother's death
simply wasn't Grace's fault.

Anyone with a heart condition
like that...

I've told her.
I've said until I'm hoarse.

Excuse me.

It's Mr. Tate
to see Miss Grace.

I said she wasn't having
any callers.

Sidney, Come in.

Hello, Brock.

Sidney Tate,
this is Dr. O'Brien.

- Hello, Mr. Tate.
- Doctor.

I'm sorry that, uh,

I couldn't make it here
for the funeral.

Grace showed me your letter.
It was very thoughtful.

- How is she?
- Not bad.

Paul wrote me
that she was having

a pretty rough time.

For a while there.

Would you like
a cup of coffee?

No, thanks. Brock,
I'd like to see her.

- Well...
- It's important.

She's up in her room.

Do you want to tell her
I'm here?

Why don't you tell her?

- All right, I will.
- Goodbye, Doctor.

Mr. Tate.

Hi.

Sidney.

How are you?

Did you come all the way
from San Francisco?

All the way.

Momma saved everything
I ever wrote her.

Hey,

let's take a ride somewhere.

I don't think so, Sidney.

Come on.

I want to talk to you.

[horses whinnying]

It's beautiful.

That's the house
that my father was born in.

We used to come here
every summer.

Don't you miss it?

No.

It wasn't the same
after he died.

He used to take us riding,

and we'd go swimming
in the lake.

Made us work, too.

You sound proud of that.

I am.

You know, my place wouldn't fit
into one corner of this.

You bought a farm?

I'm gonna make an offer
on the one in Ohio

that I wrote you about.

That's the main reason
I'm here.

To see what you think
of the idea.

What idea?

Living on a farm.

Would you marry me, Grace?
And live on a farm?

I'm in love with you, Grace.

Maybe I... Maybe I picked
the wrong time. Huh?

No.

I thought about it.

I guess I even dreamed
about it.

Don't you think
that your mother

would have approved?

[chuckles]

She would've thrown
her hat in the air.

Well, what's wrong?

Sidney, I have
to tell you something.

I love you, and I think
I could make you very happy.

God knows I'd try but...

Well, I've done
some foolish things,

some bad things.

They weren't meant
to be bad but...

Well, I guess you know
what I mean.

Why did you tell me that?

Because I had to be honest.

I think with you I could find
the kind of life

I'm looking for.

I know how much I need love
and how much I have to give.

I'm ready to give
all my love to you, Sidney.

But I had to tell you.

I'd still like an answer.

Sidney, I'd be proud
to marry you.

You won't mind living
on a farm?

Not if you're there.

- Sidney...
- [Sidney] Uh-huh.

Listen. And...
And don't get angry.

I won't get angry.

- Why Ohio?
- What?

This is here. It's mine.
Brock gets the house in town.

Oh, no. No.

[Grace] Why not?

This is your farm.

Well, you could buy it.

It would take years.

Well, we've got all our lives.
14.

No.

Well, let's go take
a look at it.

- That can't hurt.
- It won't make any difference.

Then it can't hurt. Come on.

- Grace, now wait.
- Come on.

Thank you, ma'am.

Excuse me, please.

Watch it.
Mine cup runneth over.

I've got hot stuff here.
I've got the bride and groom.

Smile.

- Well...
- [all laugh]

I didn't think you'd want
to forget this.

Oh, surely not. Thank you.

[photographer] Now, just
the bride and groom, please.

Oh, Mr. Tate,
how about a refill?

Well, 12's usually my limit,
but, uh, just this once.

Oh, good. I'll lead you
to the well.

Ready.

Tell me, uh... Where are you...

Where are you two staying
in New York?

- Uh, the Waldorf...
- The Plaza.

Then I thought we'd drive up
to Maine for a week or so.

It's a little early
in the season,

but Dad's had
the cottage opened.

The cottage, he calls it.
I've seen pictures of it.

You can play soccer
in the bathroom.

- [all laugh]
- All right, come on, come on.

I gave the girl away,
now get her out of here.

I'm due back the hospital
in half an hour.

Go.

Oh, gone.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

[woman] You look lovely, dear.

[man 1] It was
a beautiful wedding.

[man 2]
Congratulations, Sidney.

- All the best.
- Thank you.

Thank you very much. Cheers.

Oh. Awfully pretty.

Thank you.

All brides aren't,
you know. Beautiful.

I have covered enough weddings
to be an expert.

Whatever happened
to our tennis game?

Frankly, I was afraid
you might beat me.

[laughs] Oh, any old time.

I get to kiss the bride?

No waiting.

I think I'm getting fresh.

Not you.

Am I interrupting?

Of course not. Excuse me.

Making up for lost time?

[scoffs] Amy,
she's an old friend.

Wipe your mouth.

[all clamoring]

Wait for me, will you?

I heard you the first time.

Momma, Momma,
we're running late.

Where's your cape and gown?

[laughs] Cap and gown.

Oh, aren't we educated...

I can't wait to see it.

You'll see it when I wear it.

Roger...

Roger, I'm so proud today.

- Oh...
- Come on, now, Mom.

Mom, we're running late.

Graduation starts
in 15 minutes.

All right. I'm ready.

[chuckles]

[people cheering]

Ready.

[all laughing]

I thought you was
in such a hurry.

I am.

[all continue clamoring]

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Oh, what some people won't do
to get a farm.

No.

I told you if you threw it out
one more time,

it would stay out.

[Billy gurgling]

[sighs] All right,
one more time.

This is the last.

[laughing] That's not nice.

Oh.

Roger Bannon's here
to see Mr. Sidney.

Who?

You remember Mrs. Bannon?

He's her son. He came to see
about some work on the farm.

Oh, yes.

I told him Mr. Sidney
wasn't back yet

but he said
he didn't mind waiting.

- Thank you, Emma.
- Welcome.

That's a good boy.

[speaking indistinctly]

That's my baby.

Mrs. Tate, I'm Roger Bannon.

How do you do?

Hope I didn't frighten you.

No. Not at all.

I, uh, thought I'd take
a look at the barn

before your husband got home.

Oh, well, I'm sure
he wouldn't mind.

You don't remember me, do you?

Yes, I think I do.

Well, I've been in the Army
the last three years.

The Engineer Corps.

How nice.

[toddler gurgling]

Oh, boy.

That's a fine looking boy
you have there.

How old is he?

Two.

Hello, champ. How you doing?

I never got a chance
to tell you

how sorry I am
about your mother.

Thank you.

I don't suppose you'd like
to show me the barn?

What?

Well, I don't know my way
around here very well.

I'm sorry I'm late, Bannon.

Have I kept you waiting long?

Oh, no problem. Just got here.

- Good.
- Hello, darling.

- Any calls, honey?
- No. No calls.

You know I stopped
into the bank today

to make another payment.

I don't think that Brock likes
his new job very much.

Well, if he doesn't,
he can always promote himself.

- [laughs]
- Have you seen the barn yet?

No, not yet.

Well, you'll notice
that the...

whole southwest corner
seems to be settling.

I don't know whether
it's the foundation,

or the ground underneath,
or what.

Well, why don't we take
a look at it?

Nice seeing you, Mrs. Tate.

Goodbye, Mr. Bannon.

You'll notice that the floor
is sagging at that end.

Also that the beams
up on the roof

seem to be splitting, too.

All quiet in the royal suite?

His highness is a deep sleeper.

You know,

the more I think of it,

I don't see
how he can break even.

- Who?
- Bannon.

He's only charging $1,500
to fix the barn.

Then why's he doing it?

Because he's a smart Irishman.

He must've gone in pretty deep

to start
that construction company.

Right now, the best thing
he can do is

line up a lot
of satisfied customers.

Next time around,

they'll pay off
like slot machines.

Elsie Martindale
called tonight,

hinting about the carnival.

The women's auxiliary wants

to give it here again
this year. Do you mind?

Not if you don't.

We're getting
to be an institution.

That was the idea all along.

Not in the mood, my lady?

What do you mean,
not in the mood?

Sidney?

Let's take Billy and go up
to the cottage for awhile.

Sidney?

I love you.

I'll always love you.

All right, you can start
pouring now, Mike.

- Who's that?
- Huh?

That man.

Oh, that's Roger Bannon.

What's he staring at?

I can't imagine.

Grace, is everything all right?

What do you mean?

You know.

Certainly.

Oh, are we going
to sit here all day,

or are we going shopping?

[knocking on door]

Mrs. Tate, do you know
where I can find your husband?

He's not here.

Well, uh...
You going into town?

Yes.

Well, my truck broke down,
I have to get to the office,

I wonder
if you can give me a lift.

If it isn't too much trouble.

No trouble at all, Mr. Bannon.

Thanks.

- Seven miles.
- What?

Well, we've been driving
for seven miles,

haven't said a word.

I clocked it.

Must be some kind of record.

I wouldn't know.

Doesn't it suggest
anything to you?

Only that we have nothing
to talk about.

Or that we're not
the talking kind.

You've got a delicate sense
of humor, Grace.

Who told you,
you could call me Grace?

You did.

Just now, with that smile.

Your office is
on Kohler Street, isn't it?

That's right.

Go down Oakwood,
and turn right.

Before I thank you
for the ride,

there's something
I'd like to tell you.

I'm late now, Mr. Bannon,

Your thanks are all
I have time for.

This won't take long.

I have to go.

When I'm finished.

All right.

All right, you win.

You get your dull little story
off your big manly chest.

But you make it fast, huh?

Right.

From the first time I saw you,

and that was five years ago,

when I worked
for Lannagan and Doyle,

I haven't been able
to stop looking.

Not that I wanted to stop.

Looking at you became one of
the big pleasures of my life.

Maybe the biggest.

It got so I had you memorized,

but I didn't realize that

until I was overseas
for awhile.

Then, all the other things
began to get hazy.

But I could close my eyes
and see you just as clear.

Not only your face,

everything.

Even the way the back
of your legs look

when you walk away.

And all that time
I've been wanting you.

And I guess,

I'll probably go on wanting you

until they shovel me
into the ground.

Here's your keys.

Well, the next time something
like that happens

don't call just any garage,
get hold of Jim Garrity.

Even if it's only a flat?

Well, that's my point,

you can't be sure
it's only a flat.

Did they look at the axle?

Yes, and there didn't seem
to be anything wrong with it.

Well, Bannon doesn't sound
like he was much help.

I told you he wasn't there,
I'd already dropped him off.

Well, how about Thursday?

I'll see. I'll call you.

When?

As soon as I know my plans.

And who makes those for you?

I do.

And when I know what they are,
I'll let you know.

Now let's don't argue,
it's been a lovely afternoon.

Yeah, sure,
what there was of it.

You know lately,
it's been like

you've been
in such a damn rush.

If I don't get these

to the Sentinel office
by five o'clock

they won't be
in tomorrow's paper.

Charity bazaars.

Well, it's my only excuse
for being out today.

Okay, okay.

Wish I had a drink.

I thought you didn't like
to drink.

That'll give you an idea
of how good I feel.

You know, once in a while
I'd like some time

for a little conversation.

I'm pretty good at that, too.

Mmm-hmm... Speak.

Well, maybe
a hand of pinochle.

Cut the cards.

I deal.

[moans]

You'll mess my face again.

Grace...

I'm crazy about you.

I'll be in touch.

Thank you.

Grace.

Come on in.

- Good to see you.
- Thank you.

- How've you been?
- Fine.

But we haven't seen much
of you lately, Jack.

Well, I've been hiding
my light under a bushel.

And the name of that bushel
is the Fort Penn Sentinel.

Your father would have been
very proud of you.

Maybe.

Well, people say
it's better now

than when he was running it.

Which would make him sore,
but not necessarily proud.

[both laughing]

Jack, the reason I'm here...

I know, I know.

The annual spasm
of the upper crust

for the underprivileged.

Oh, dear,
does it look that bad?

Hmm, charity's charity.

How're you going to make it
look like anything else?

Well, maybe we shouldn't
publicize it so much.

If you didn't, nobody'd come.

Jack, will you come this year?
You know, you never have.

I'll make you a deal.

I have to be here
working half the night,

so I need a second wind.

If you'll join me downstairs
for a drink,

I'll not only come,
I'll bring the family savings.

Agreed.

[both laughing]

Oh, there's nothing
for lifting up the heart

like a double martini.

Well, you went twice,
that makes a quadruple martini.

You're a scorekeeper.

Let me make sure I've got this
all straight now.

Thursday night
the Publicity Committee,

8:30, your office, huh?

Yeah, and you tell them
to be sure to wear shoes,

we're going to have
a photographer there.

Jack, you remember the time
I beat Eileen Young

in the junior singles
playing barefoot?

- I sure do.
- [laughs]

- Grace?
- Huh?

Drive carefully,
it's rush hour.

I will. Goodbye, Jack.

Goodbye.

See you Thursday.

- Boo!
- Oh.

Looking for something?

Oh, just a list
with some things on it,

for the carnival.

Well, look at my big boy,
with the his sleepy eyes.

Come on,
time for night-night.

- Say goodnight to Daddy.
- [both] Goodnight.

[laughs] That's a good boy.

That's a good boy, come on.

Time to go to bed.

Come on, here we go!

Into the crib
like a nice big boy.

That's right.

Goodnight, sweetheart.

- [toddler] Goodnight.
- Goodnight, darling.

I've got some more work
to do on the books.

Don't stay up too late.

[ringing]

Hello?

Hello, is Mr. Bannon there?

He's not in, just now.

Who's calling?

Oh, never mind. Thank you.

Miss Grace?

No, no, thank you.

Mr. Sidney?

After one of your lunches,
I'll need it to stay awake.

[chuckles] Oh, why, thank you.

Oh, dear, I'm running out
of white index cards.

I'm gonna have to pick up
some more in town.

You know what?

I'm a very happy man.

Are you, Sidney?

I've got you, and Billy,

a farm that's almost paid for.
Now, what else is there?

Nothing.

Don't tell me,
you're happy too.

Let's make ourselves
a promise.

That we'll always be
as happy as we are right now.

I promise.

Miss Grace? Telephone.

Oh, dear.

Do you want Emma
to leave supper for you?

Oh, I don't think so.

I'll get something
before the meeting.

I should be home by 10:00.

- Goodbye.
- Bye.

Hello?

Hello, who is this?

Who do you think it is?

What do you mean,
calling here?

I thought maybe you forgot
my number.

I can't talk now.

When can I see you?

You can't.

Not anymore.

Listen, Roger, did I leave...

Grace...

I saw you with that guy
from the paper the other day.

You go to hell.

Grace?

Thank you.

Well, that does it, ladies.

Jack, could we have
a few extra copies

for the club bulletin board?

Sure. Jim?

Uh, make up a dozen glossies

and have them on my desk
tomorrow, will you?

- You bet, Mr. Hollister.
- Thank you.

You girls may not know it,

but there happens to be
a bar downstairs.

So who's for a nightcap?

- [both chuckle]
- Oh, hallelujah.

You have not yet given me

the list of the prizes
that were donated.

- Oh, yeah...
- Yeah.

See you downstairs, Grace?

Oh, I don't think so,
Elsie, I'm bushed.

But you be at my house,
tomorrow night at 8:00

with those tickets, or all
your money, and no excuses.

I swear by Hippocrates.

- Good night, Mr. Hollister.
- Good night, Miss Martindale.

- Good night, ladies.
- [ladies chatter]

I've, uh...

Got a little private stock,
in case you're interested.

[laughs] I am very interested.

Scotch or Bourbon?

Oh, Scotch.

Let's see now,
Meyers' Haberdashery,

one power mower.

Oh, no, that can't be right.

Oh, oh, Meyers' Hardware.

Elsie's handwriting
is a thing of beauty.

Carter Leather Goods,
one four-piece set of...

Something like...
What is that, Jack?

Hmm?

Matched. Matched luggage.

Oh, matched luggage,
I should have known that.

- Mmm-hmm.
- Crowly Florists...

No...

Four dozen turnip bulls?

[laughs]

No, tulip bulbs.

Oh, tulip bulbs, thank you.

[both laugh]

Grace...

Jack, I can't.

Would you, uh...

Like to slap my face?

Of course not.

Still friends?

Will Sidney and I see
you tomorrow night?

"Sidney and 1,"
that sounds very married.

I hope so.

Yes, I'll be there.

Goodnight, Jack.

[tires screeching]

You idiot.

I almost hit you.

I'm okay.

Have you been drinking?

Emma said you'd be
in town tonight.

You called the house again?

Aw, don't worry.

I told her it was
about some work for my mother.

I wanted to apologize.

It's not important.

It's important to me.

I'm in love with you.

- Oh, Roger, both of us...
- Sure, I know.

We started off like
a couple of animals.

But it's not like that anymore.

It's you I miss.

I mean, wanting to be
with you,

to talk to you,
to laugh with you.

Oh, Grace, I need you.

I need you!

Roger...

Now look... Look, we'll get...
We'll get married.

I swear, I never in my life
asked a woman

to marry me before.

Roger, both of us knew
what this was.

I couldn't stay away from you.
All right, that's my fault.

But I've got a husband
and a son that I love.

- [gasps]
- Who are you kidding?

Who are you kidding?

Let go of me!

I get it now.

You've just found
yourself another stud,

now I'm supposed
to get lost!

Get away from me.

[engine revving,
tires screeching]

Slut!

You slut!

You rich lousy slut!

[toy squeaking]

[Sidney] Hi.

Hi.

How was the meeting?

Okay.

But it sure is nice to
be home.

Where did you find Squeaky?

On the floor as usual.

Billy's been howling
his head off for him.

Well, shall we make
a formal presentation?

No, we'll just put it
in his crib.

Then tomorrow we can say
the sandman brought him.

- [giggling]
- [toy squeaking]

- Hello, Mary.
- Why, Mrs. Hollister.

I'd like to see my husband.

Well, I'm afraid
he isn't back yet.

Mrs. Hollister...

- I wouldn't lie to you.
- [exhales]

Where is he? Out having

another innocent drink
with Grace Tate?

Mrs. Hollister...

Don't look so shocked.
She's been after him for years.

Well, he said he was going
over to Cedarville

to interview
the new Assembly man.

[chuckles]

Sure.

[lively music playing]

[lively music playing]

- [crashing]
- [woman] Help! Please! Help!

[woman screaming loudly]

- Where's it coming from?
- Number four.

Sounds like
someone's killing her!

- [woman continues screaming]
- Call the cops.

Help! Please! Help!

Somebody help! [Sobbing]

Whores! You're all whores.

Leave her alone!

Oh, make him stop.
Make him stop!

Please! Oh, please!

[woman sobbing]

[grunts]

[both grunting]

[engine revving,
gears creaking]

[tires screeching]

That's him in the truck!

[tires screeching,
siren wailing]

[dramatic music playing]

[siren wailing, crashing]

[ringing]

Hello.

Yes, just one moment, please.

A shopping center out
in Claremont.

They want
about one million dollars...

Excuse me, Mr. Hollister,
you're wanted on the telephone.

Do you know who it is?

Somebody from the paper.
He says it's important.

Thank you.

You mean, we really sold
that many tickets?

- Hello?
- Yeah, Lew...

Are you sure she said Caldwell?

Well, where's the girl now?

No, no, no, no, you did
the right thing, Lew. Now...

Stick with her.
I'll be there in 10 minutes.

Yeah.

[imperceptible]

Jack.

Do you have to leave?

Yes.

Is something wrong?

There won't be if we're lucky,
Mrs. Tate.

Apparently you are not
as married as I thought.

Grace?

Brock, what is going on here?

Would you mind showing me
the model

of the concession booth again?

Just listen...

Roger Bannon's dead.

Well, that tells me
the rest of it.

What happened?

Hollister just got a call
from one of his reporters.

Apparently Bannon
was beating up

some girl in a roadhouse.

They called the police,

and he was killed trying
to get away.

His car went off the road.

Oh, my God.

The girl says
he kept yelling your name

while he was hitting her.

And a lot of other nice things
about you.

- Brock, listen, I...
- Grace...

The point is that so far
the reporter's been able

to keep her from saying it
to the police.

Now, I told Hollister
to go out there

and make sure that she doesn't,
but there's no guarantee.

I know, Brock.

Thank you.

Grace...

I only wish that...

I could've been
some real help to you

back when it might've counted.

Welcome home!

I knew you'd want me
to wait up for you!

Thank you,
that was very thoughtful.

Wasn't it, though?

[pouring drink]

Where've you been?

Working.

You weren't working
at the paper,

I know that much.

And how do you know that much?

Because I called there.

A little detective work?

Oh, I'd need
a lot of detectives

to know what's going on!

Amy, there is nothing going on
except in your head.

You weren't the Tates',
either.

You called there?

Yes, I called there.

Why shouldn't I call there
if I want to?

You called there
after how many of those?

I don't know. I lost count!

We don't have much left,
do we, Amy?

I suppose that's my fault.

Do you know what I did tonight?

I don't want to hear
any more lies.

Oh, why...
Why should I bother!

You don't give a damn about me!

I set myself up for life
in this town

and it doesn't mean a thing!

I do give a damn
about you, Amy.

Just barely a damn.

But that's not enough to hold
a marriage together!

It's Grace Tate, isn't it?

It could've been.

You're not going to leave me
for that tramp!

- No, I'm not.
- You're not, Jack!

I won't let you!
I won't let you, Jack!

I won't.

[sighs]

Well, that looks
like everything.

You sure it can be
set up in time?

Oh, yeah, Mrs. Tate.
No problem.

Fine. My husband
will give you a check

as soon as he gets back,
if that's all right?

Yep.

- Here you are. Thank you.
- Thank you.

And since it is not
the editorial policy

of the Sentinel

to engage in matters
of this sort, I...

[phone ringing]

Mr. Hollister's office.

Yes, Mrs. Hollister.

I'm sorry, but he's gone
for the day.

Mary, could you please tell me
where he's staying?

Mrs. Hollister, I can't.

Well, could you give me
his phone number??

Well, he said I shouldn't.

All right.

[sobbing]

Oh!

Oh.

[grunting]

- Mrs. Bannon.
- Mr. Tate.

I got your letter.

- Won't you come in?
- Thank you.

It's after 5:00.

Shouldn't you be
getting dressed?

Oh, uh, I told Billy
he could stay up

for the start of the carnival.
Was that all right?

Sure.

Sidney...

Is anything wrong?

Do you remember a Miss,
uh, Mildred Kimmel?

Who?

Her name was in the paper.

She's the girl Roger Bannon

was with the night
he got killed.

Oh...

What about her?

Well, I...

Read the clipping again
this afternoon. His, uh...

mother cut it out and saved it.

- Bannon's mother?
- Yes.

I know, Grace.

What?

I said, I know.

- You know what?
- About Bannon.

- Sidney, what are you talking...
- Now, don't...

Don't do that! I have been
enough of a fool.

Don't try to make
a bigger one out of me!

Darling, I swear.

All right, then what...
What was he doing with this?

His mother found it
in his room.

That was after Miss Kimmel
came around yesterday afternoon

and tried to squeeze
some money out of her.

Not for the doctor bills,
of course.

I understand
that Brock paid those.

Sidney, you'll have
to take my word.

Stop lying!

Now, she recognized your voice
once when you called him.

Get it through your head.
I know!

All right now, let's,
uh, start from there.

Sidney, please let me try
and make you understand.

All right, Grace,
you try to make me understand.

I never loved him.

Not for a second!

I don't know how it happened.

I love you always.

That day I drove him into town,
he wanted me.

I knew it, he told me so.

It just happened.
I couldn't help myself.

What about the other times?

You had to work it out,
make plans, didn't you?

Yes.

So you knew
what you were doing?

Yes, but...

But you went ahead
and did it anyhow.

I know.

I know it was selfish
and awful.

But no matter what I've done,
I love you.

I love you,
can't you understand that?

I'm not able to understand
the kind of love

that can turn around
in a minute

and kick your guts out.

There's no love
or regret here.

You're just sorry
you got caught.

No, it was over.

This one was over.

All of it for good. I know.

How?

Do you think I couldn't have
had other women

since we've been married?

And a few
that might surprise you.

All I had to do was make
the right noises.

If you had,
I'd try to forgive you.

Well, I didn't.

So your forgiveness
won't be needed.

And the reason I didn't
doesn't make me a saint.

But in this world
you either learn

a set of rules or you don't.

And if you learn them,
you stick, by them.

They may be no damn good,
as rules go,

but they're all you've got.

Well, you said to hell
with the rules

and to hell with me.

So, Grace, the hell with you!

We'll get
through tonight somehow,

but tomorrow it's goodbye.
And I'm taking Billy with me.

Sidney!

For God's sake,
you can't leave me!

I'm sorry,
I can't live like this.

I love you,
but with any luck that'll pass.

It can't!

I won't let it!

You and Billy are all
I've got in this world.

I know myself.

I know what'll happen
if you leave me.

Never... Never any love,
any meaning, any feeling!

Is that so different
from the way

it's been up till now?

You know it is!

I told you about myself

when you asked me
to marry you.

I risked losing you to do it
because I loved you.

Doesn't that count anything?

Do our whole lives have
to go up in smoke

because I made
one foolish mistake?

How do I now
it's only been one?

Bannon!

On my life I swear it,
Sidney, just Bannon!

[sniffling]

[carnival music playing]

[crowd chattering]

[balls thudding]

[man] There you go,
knock 'em down!

Everybody plays

and the wheel of fortune
spins round and round...

Well, hello there,
young fella!

Hello, Doctor.

Seven pounds three ounces.
I never forget a face.

- How are you, Sidney?
- Fine, thanks.

Excuse me, Mr. Sidney.
It's eight o'clock.

Oh, thanks, Emma.

Good night, Son.

Yeah, I thought it was
past your bedtime.

Goodnight. Come on, Billy,
it's sleepy time.

Where's Grace?

I saw her with Brock just
a few minutes ago.

Over there.

Grace, I hope it works out.

I don't know.

It will.

It has to.

Did you invite Amy Hollister?

Well, no. I thought you
said they were separated.

That's what I understood.

Amy, I'm glad you could come.

Where's my husband?

- What?
- You heard me.

Well, isn't he with you?

You know damn well he's not!

Where is he?

Amy, why don't
we go outside? Huh?

What's the matter?
You afraid of your reputation?

I'm trying not
to embarrass you.

I don't have anything
to be embarrassed about.

I'm not sleeping
with somebody else's husband.

Amy, listen,
why don't we go out...

Get your hands off me!
I'll say whatever I want.

You shut up!

[Amy] You steal somebody
else's husband,

and she's supposed to shut up!

You don't have that much money,
you tramp!

- You're crazy!
- [gasps]

He admitted it!

He admitted it!

[sobbing] He admitted it!

He admitted it.

He admitted it!

[sobbing]

He admitted it!

Sidney!

Sidney!

Sidney!

Sidney!

It isn't true. I swear it.

Sidney!

Oh, my God.

[sobbing] Sidney...