Studio One (1948–1958): Season 7, Episode 33 - Summer Pavilion - full transcript
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Oh, a glorious
morning, a heavenly day!
Where is Belle?
Upstairs dusting her
phonograph records.
Oh, she cares for those records
as though they
were rare porcelain.
Not that I have anything
against music in general.
Belle! Belle, honey,
come on down here!
She knows it's her turn
to look after the tourists.
Coming, Theresa.
Oh, not that I mind being
the doer in this family,
but there are limits
to my strength.
There are no limits
to your strength.
Is that meant to be
irony, Father Durand?
No, no, no, my dear.
We would all starve
without you to look after us.
Well, we'll starve anyway
if we don't sell some
more of the furniture.
The lovely, lovely furniture.
Oh, it breaks my
heart to see it go,
all bundled up piece by piece
and spirited away to
dreary middle-class homes.
Considering the prices you get,
they can't be too middle-class.
You know what I mean.
Nouveaux... Nouveaux
riches will buy our furniture,
thinking they can buy
what we are, but they can't...
Never, never.
I wonder if I'm asking
enough for this Regency sofa.
There you are, Belle, darling.
Here. Nearly
finished, as you see.
A little work never hurt anyone.
I never mind a little
light labor, even laundry,
though the hands
may suffer, perhaps.
Oh, how white they were.
Remember, Father?
Remember when
I married your son,
and The Times-Picayune said,
"Miss Theresa
Anne Carter of Biloxi
wore her great-grandmother's
veil of Brussels lace,
and her complexion was
like moonlight on a camellia."
Well, that's what
it said. It really did.
A bit high-flown, maybe,
but those were gallant days.
And my hands were lovely,
too, much my best feature.
Oh, look at them now.
Just look what's become of them.
Just liver spots, Theresa.
Oh, liver spots! Father Durand!
Belle, I want you to
particularly be pleasant today
because an important interior
decorator, a Mr. Wingle...
How people can allow someone
else to arrange their homes
is more than I can comprehend.
Well, this man's coming all the
way here from Baton Rouge now,
and don't be shy with him.
Remember who you are.
You are Belle Durand
of Audubon Park,
and he's just like a servant.
You mean I am Belle
Travers of Chicago.
What did I hear you say?
What name?
Have my ears betrayed me?
Has that riveting become so
loud I no longer hear properly?
I am not an old maid, Theresa.
I am a married woman, and
my name happens to be Travers.
Yes, I am aware of your mistake.
But I thought we had
agreed not to mention it,
never to refer to the
fact that you had eloped
with, uh, an undesirable,
only to be deserted in Chicago,
left in the lurch,
as the saying goes.
Theresa, be kind.
Kind? I'm downright indulgent.
Belle... Oh, now, honey, yes,
leave the price
tag right up here.
We don't want to hide
our light under a bushel.
You see, if it's conspicuous,
they'll know we mean business,
and it keeps you from
all that awful haggl...
That riveting will drive me mad!
"The woods decay.
The woods decay and fall.
And after many a
summer dies the swan."
I hate swans. They
have ugly dispositions.
Oh, Belle, is Helen awake?
Did you call her?
I took coffee into her just now.
Oh, the poor little girl,
slaving away in that school.
But then she must
learn to handle things
like the rest of us.
Heaven helps those
who help themselves.
I never struggle.
No, Father Durand,
you cannot be accused of
contributing to our support.
Ah, to the betterment
of the world.
You simply read
while Rome burns.
Oh, Helen, honey, you're
gonna be late for work.
No, mother, I don't have
to be at school till 11:00.
- Good morning, Grandfather.
- Good morning, Helen.
You must continue to make
a good impression at school.
Your honorarium just barely
supports you here, my baby.
Oh, who would have dreamed the
money would have faded so fast?
It seemed like such a lot
when I married your father.
And my poor gazebo looks
so sad and lonely out there
with all that mess around it.
Father, did you talk
to them yesterday?
I did.
I told them the gazebo
was 200 years old
and should be preserved
as a permanent treasure
of the state of Louisiana.
Ah.
I told him it was a small
building but a perfect one.
Yes, and what did
they say to that?
They said they're
gonna tear it down.
I knew you'd blunder.
I should have gone
to see them myself.
Well, after all, it's
now their property.
But it was ours.
Morally, it's still ours,
though they may own
the land beneath it.
Father, you must telephone
- the governor.
- Governor?
His aunt was a Pardue, and
they're cousins of my mother's.
He'll understand. He'll
stop those vandals.
But, Theresa, we sold the
gazebo when we sold the land.
Oh, that noise!
I tell you, it'll
drive me insane!
Ohh!
Well, since you refuse to act,
I will appeal to the
governor on my knees.
I shall throw
myself on his mercy.
I... Was that the doorbell?
Oh, quick now,
Father, go to your room.
No, I shall go right
in town to the library.
Yes, your eyes will drop
out from reading one day.
Too late even for that.
I'm afraid you'll put me
in my coffin, eyes and all.
It chills my blood to
hear you talk of death.
My blood is chilling, daughter.
A wasted life...
Reading and thinking
and nothing to show for it.
Nothing done.
Oh, I guess no
one was at the door.
He has been happy.
Oh, that.
Which rooms do you
want me to show today?
Well, all the ones down here
and the front bedrooms upstairs.
And, Belle, don't
forget the story about
when Jefferson Davis stayed
here and the butler lost his boots.
That's always
amusing, and it's historic.
Now I'm going to lie down.
Call me when that
interior-decorator man
gets here.
He'll want only the sofa,
but I'm gonna try
and interest him
in that hideous maple bed
upstairs, the one nobody wants.
And, Belle, do look pleasant.
You might even try to
smile every now and then.
It creates a nicer atmosphere.
After all, life isn't
so bad, is it, honey?
Helen, now don't
you be late for school!
I wonder why Mother was so
upset by the gazebo going down.
She almost never went near
it before the land was sold.
Your mother doesn't
like to let go of anything.
Winter coming to supper tonight?
I suppose so. It's Friday.
He always comes on Friday.
You like Winter, don't you?
Well, of course I like him.
It's just that,
well, he's Winter.
I've known him so long, too
long, I guess, to be romantic.
You marry Winter.
I mean, it's the thing to do.
Don't end up like
me. You marry Winter.
No, I won't be like you.
You were honest. You
were in love, and I'm not.
That's the difference
between us, Aunt Belle.
Don't talk of love, baby.
Don't ever talk of love. I know.
Marry wisely.
Marry a boy they'll
approve of, like Winter.
Don't let them get
down on you ever.
They're merciless when
you make a mistake.
Sometimes I think I'd
like to make a mistake,
a really splendid one.
I did, and where did it lead?
To a hotel room
unpaid for in Chicago
and the coldest winter
day in the history of that city.
Poor Aunt Belle.
Not poor.
I had two weeks
before he left me.
Those 14 days were
my secret capital.
Two weeks. Oh, I envy you.
Envy me?
Oh, no, my dear,
not when you're going to
have a lifetime with Winter
away from this house.
Away from this sad house.
Sad house?
The saddest I've ever
known... For us, at least.
The ghosts, Helen, the ghosts...
They're in every
room of this house,
reminding us we belong to them.
But they're our ghosts and...
Our ghosts, yes, and
that's the strangest part of all
because sometimes I
believe... I know it sounds crazy,
but sometimes I believe
that we're the ghosts
and don't know it, that we're
the dead, and those others...
The ones I see standing
lonely on the stairs
or staring back at
us from old mirrors...
Those are really the living,
and they've forgotten us.
Belle, honey, will you come
up here a minute, please?
Coming, Theresa.
You watch the door.
I'll be right down.
Oh, hello.
I guess we're the
first customers today.
Yes.
I always wanted to see
the inside of this place.
Hey, where's all the furniture?
Most of it's been sold.
Oh, I see.
Everything's for sale.
I guess the Durands
are pretty hard up.
Yes, very hard up.
What do we do, just
look around on our own?
Well, I think perhaps
if you wait a minute...
Wonderful proportions.
That's an Adam fireplace.
Solid masonry.
You're not from New Orleans.
No, I'm from Chicago.
I've only been here for a
few weeks. I'm on a job.
I've been meaning to
see the inside of this house
ever since I got here.
They certainly built
to last, didn't they?
Yes, they built it to last,
but I'm afraid the brick
may outlast the family.
You know the Durands?
Yes, I'm Helen Durand.
Oh, I see.
I didn't say anything
wrong, did I?
No, you were...
You were discreet.
Well, in a way, we're
neighbors. Did you know that?
Oh, are you staying
with the Carlisles?
No, I'm in charge of
the housing project.
I'm a construction
engineer. Ned Welch.
- How do you do?
- How do you do?
I'm sorry we had to tear
up those gardens of yours.
They went with this
place, didn't they?
- Yes, they...
- I thought I heard voices!
I know my ears never deceive me.
Well, I'm so pleased
you've come to see us.
I'm Mrs. Durand, and
I bid you welcome.
- Was it a nice drive?
- Well, I'm afraid...
I love the River Road,
though in the old days,
we always used to
travel by steamer.
Now, this is the sofa.
It was bought in
1820 by Emile Durand.
He was lieutenant governor,
and it's still in perfect
condition to this day.
The upholstery's nice,
and I wouldn't
change it if I were you.
A lovely piece for any
home, even a modern one.
- Uh, Mother...
- Oh, the cleverness
it must take, Mr. Wingle,
to decorate someone
else's house tastefully.
My hat's off to you, sir.
Mother, he's not
the interior decorator.
- But I thought you said he...
- My name is Welch, Mrs. Durand.
I think I've seen
you before out back.
I'm in charge of
the housing project.
Oh, I see.
Uh, well, we are aware of
your presence, of course.
It would be difficult
not to be aware.
It's an awful racket, I know.
Please be patient with us.
Some might call it
vandalism, but not I.
I try to understand.
I'm not one to throw myself
in the path of progress.
I realize only too well
the old order changes.
However, wanton destruction
of the rare and the lovely
hurts me to the quick.
Destruction? Of what?
I'm referring to the gazebo,
the pavilion in the garden
which has been marked
by you for demolition.
You mean that old shed
out there with the roof gone?
I mean the pavilion,
where, as a young bride,
I used to sit on summer nights,
watching the
moonrise over the town.
Spoils the approach
to the project.
So we have been told.
Uh, M-Mother, I-I've got to fly.
Yes, I have to go,
too. Excuse me.
The admittance fee is $1!
You may leave the money
on the hall console as you go.
Guess I'm in enemy territory.
Oh, she doesn't mean to be rude.
Where are you off to?
I teach at Miss Haskin's
Seminary for Young Ladies.
- Ah, pretty grim, huh?
- Mm-hmm, pretty grim.
- You go out much?
- Sometimes when I'm invited.
- I've got to catch my bus.
- Have dinner with me tonight.
I haven't been out since I
got here. Nothing but work.
I don't believe so.
After all, I am a neighbor,
a, uh, barbarian
in need of civilizing.
I don't think that.
Pick you up at 7:00.
No, no, I can't. I'm
sorry, but I can't.
Is he still here, Helen?
No, no, Mother, he's gone.
I'll meet you at
Ronsard's after dinner.
It's in the old quarter.
Vandals! That's what
they are... vandals.
Coming out here to
destroy what we cherish,
what they can't appreciate.
Vandals. That's what
they are, Winter... vandals.
And to think I mistook him
for the interior decorator
before Helen saw
fit to enlighten me.
Told him all about the sofa.
I could have bit my
tongue off with shame.
I must say, Mrs. Durand, you
have the courage of a lioness
to face commercial
people without flinching.
Well, we come of
tough stock, Winter.
You're a worthy descendent.
My mother always says,
"Theresa Carter
Durand is the bravest
and least-complaining
woman in Audubon Park."
Well, it's nice to
be appreciated.
One likes to know
that others feel...
Helen, will you stop fidgeting?
Was I fidgeting?
You were.
Well, if our company bores you,
I suggest you and
Winter go to the movies.
Oh, would you like that Helen?
There's a double
feature on at The Royal.
I don't think so.
Thank you, Winter.
Belle, aren't you playing
that phonograph a little loud?
That's much better.
I tell you, Winter, the art
of conversation in America
has declined along
with everything else.
There never was any art
of conversation in America.
Go back to your
book, Father Durand.
Back to your book. You
are the worst offender.
Literature is my
Great Wall of China.
Behind it, I cower,
waiting for the Mongols.
Whatever that may mean.
My mother had a mongrel once,
and it was an
unusually clever dog...
Black and white,
something like a wolfhound.
Yes, they say
mongrels are clever,
but I've never been convinced.
Oh, speaking of mongrels...
Helen, did that young
man from the North
make any mention of the
gazebo when he was leaving?
What? Oh, no, no,
Mother, he didn't.
Helen, you have been watching
the time for the past half-hour.
Have you an appointment?
Yes, Mother, I have.
Uh, but, Helen, honey,
this is Friday night.
We always go to the
picture show on Friday.
And where do you think
you're going at this time of night.
To see a friend,
Mother. I promised.
Oh, are we to be vouchsafed
the name of this mysterious friend?
No, Mother, you're not.
What's so amusing, Belle?
I'm sorry, Theresa.
I was just thinking
of something.
Yes, so was I.
Helen, you have
never gone out before
without telling us
where you were going.
I'll be home early.
Good night, Winter.
Good night, Mother.
But, Helen, this is Friday.
I think that fact has
been clearly established.
Have a good time, darling.
Thank you, Grandfather.
Helen, baby, is anything wrong?
No, Mother.
Then, where are you going?
Whom are you going to see?
Baby, this is your
mother who's asking you.
Out to see a friend.
Don't you trust me?
Of course I do, angel.
Mother, I am a grown woman,
and I'm going out to see a friend.
If that's the way
you feel, very well.
I can't stop you.
I'm only your mother
who loves you.
Good night, Mother.
Now that you've seen part
one of "Summer Pavilion,"
let's turn to our Westinghouse
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We return now to
"Westinghouse Studio One"
and "Summer Pavilion."
No, I wouldn't.
I don't know what
that is, anyway.
Thought you stood me up.
I'm sorry. I couldn't get away.
Bet your mother doesn't
know you're seeing me.
- No, she doesn't.
- I'm glad you're here.
Oh, all right.
Quite a place.
Lots of characters.
- I guess they're all artists.
- Oh, I don't think so.
I was told that the
artists wear the neckties
and the tourists
wear blue jeans.
Come here often?
No, I've never been here before.
Well, you did suggest it.
Yes, I know, but... You see,
I've always wanted to come,
but there was no one to take me.
The family disapproves.
Then, I guess
we're both tourists.
- I like it, don't you?
- Yes, very much.
Howdy, folks,
what's your pleasure?
- What'll you have?
- I'd like some Pernod.
Mother says it has wormwood
in it and that you go mad.
I'll have it, too.
How brave we are. I wish
Mother could see me now.
Do we have to talk about Mother?
I'm sorry. No, never again.
I do talk about
her a lot, don't I?
I guess it's because
she has such charm.
Now, she does, really.
She's not always so awful.
You were never gonna
talk about Mother again.
You tell me about
your mother. That's fine.
Oh, I don't have
any, no family at all.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
- Oh, I'm not, not anymore.
That's a... That's a
beautiful house you live in.
Yes, I'm afraid we're
eating it room by room.
We live on the sale of
furniture, not much else.
Well, you work, don't you?
Oh, yes, I do, but I'm
the only one who does.
You see, as a rule,
our family doesn't work.
I don't know why.
They just don't.
Somebody must have done
something to get things started.
Mm-hmm, we were pirates
in the 18th century. We stole.
Well, then, here's to piracy.
On the high seas.
I'm glad I went out with the
first stranger ever to ask me.
You don't go out
very much, do you?
Well, not like this.
I mean... Look, I've done
nothing but talk about myself,
and Mother says
no girl can be popular
if she talks about
herself to a man.
Girls must listen.
Well, I like listening
to your voice.
It's very soft. It's very quiet.
Yours is like a growl.
Which I like, of course.
You enjoying New Orleans?
Well, uh, I guess it's
what they call gracious,
but the tempo is a
little too slow for me.
I've never known anything else.
My goodness it's chilly in here.
I wish they'd open a window.
What a strange color
it is, like a tiger's eye.
Shall we talk about tigers?
Yes.
Yes, tigers and
lions and panthers.
We shall never run
out of conversation.
No, I... I don't think we will.
Winter's a clerk
in a law office.
He's been a clerk for
about 10 years now.
I don't suppose he'll
ever be anything else.
But you don't love him, do you?
No, no, I don't. I
wish I did, though.
It would make the family so
happy if I was to marry Winter.
That's not a very
good reason, is it?
I don't suppose it is.
You know, if anybody back
home heard about somebody
getting married to please
the family, they'd drop dead.
It is old-fashioned, isn't it?
Yes, it's very old-fashioned.
You know, someday I'd like
to get a bulldozer down here
and ride right through
the center of Audubon Park
just to see what would happen.
Oh, but some of it's so lovely.
Some of it's worth keeping.
Hi, Winter, I haven't
seen you in a long time.
Mother's been sick.
Come on over to the bar. I
want you to meet Jorgen Bright.
He's from New York, too.
Well, Helen, I had no idea you
were a patroness of this place.
- Uh, Winter, this is Mr. Welch.
- How do you do?
I don't think Mrs. Durand
would approve of Ronsard's.
It's not half as
bad as she thinks.
- Pull up a chair, Winter.
- No, thank you.
I think, Helen, you
had better go home.
Your mother's very worried.
Why, Miss Durand
has a date with me.
Miss Durand is my fiancée.
So?
What does that mean?
It means I better go.
- Helen, you said...
- I'm sorry.
Sorry, Ned, but I can't help it.
I'll see you home, Helen.
Aren't Mr. Duval and
the young lady staying?
No, they are not staying.
Anything wrong, sir?
No, everything is just fine.
How much?
- And with our enemy, too.
- Oh, Mother.
Oh, don't say he's not
an enemy because he is.
That's what he is.
He's out to destroy us, body
and soul, and the gazebo.
That's what he is, a destroyer!
He's a perfectly nice young man.
Nice! Does a nice
young man take you
to a den of artists and words?
- I took him.
- Don't try to defend him.
I know about
places like that one.
I know what goes on when
those people with beards
- get together.
- Mother, really.
Not to mention going out
with a man on first meeting!
Never mind. I'll get it.
Hello?
Oh, yes. Who wants her?
Oh, Mr. Welch.
This is Mrs. Durand.
We met this morning.
Helen feels that she
should not see you again.
Mother...
You know, she's engaged
to be married, and down here
engagements are looked upon
as very, very serious matters.
Yes, I understand.
No, she will not
come to the phone.
No, I wouldn't advise
calling her tomorrow.
I... He hung up.
The rudeness.
Mother, you had no
right to speak for me.
But I am your mother.
How could you lie to him?!
That's not a lie, Helen.
You are engaged. That's a fact.
You mean I'm trapped in
this house. Is that the fact?
Oh, what do you mean, "trapped"?
Mother, if you ever
interfere again, I'll...
What? What will you do?
Go to Chicago and
marry a prizefighter?
Is that what you'll do?
Is that what Belle
has advised you to do?
Because if she has, be warned...
You won't be able to come back.
We won't take you
back. Do you hear?
- Theresa, that's enough.
- Enough, is it?
Enough that I want to save
her from misery and disaster?
We are not fit for the
world of the vandals
any more than
they are fit for us.
We must stick with our own kind.
- And that's what Helen will do.
- Theresa.
And that's why she'll
marry Winter Duval,
who is one of us, who
loves her, and she loves him.
Now you've gone
too far, Theresa.
I know what's best.
I know her better
than she does herself.
Ohh... I don't want
her to be another Belle.
Father, I think Helen
should get married.
So do I.
Say, Ned, what
about that old shed?
Well, we'll burn it down Friday
unless they send out
the Marines to stop us.
That Durand woman
is certainly persistent.
The president of the
Bird Refuge Society
was here this morning.
Could I see Mr. Welch, please?
Yes, come in.
I'm Mrs. Travers, Helen's aunt.
We live in the house
over there across the way.
Yes, I know. Sit down.
I'll be right back.
Excuse me, Mrs. Travers.
I haven't heard a word from
your house for two weeks.
I can't stay.
I'm really not as
bold as I must seem,
but you like Helen, don't you?
Yes, very much, but
she hasn't called me.
She didn't answer the phone.
I sent her a letter,
and she didn't answer
that, so I gave up.
I know I'm interfering,
and Helen's mother would
be furious if she knew,
but I want Helen to be happy,
and she's marrying him
on the 14th of this month.
You mean that Duval guy.
She's given her
word to marry Winter,
and she feels
she can't break it.
She wants to see you,
but she doesn't dare.
What can I do?
I can't ride up to her
house on a white horse
and kidnap her on
her wedding day.
Her wedding day
might be a little late.
But I like the idea
of the white horse.
Look, if she's so anxious to
see me, why hasn't she tried?
She gave her word to her mother
she'd make no move to see you,
and she feels she
can't break her word.
Helen's mother,
my sister-in-law,
is not really a bad woman,
but she's desperate to keep
things the way they were.
Yes, I know.
Every day I get a
message from somebody
about that old shed out there.
That's it exactly... The
gazebo, the summer pavilion.
She wants to keep
it the way it was,
but that's like always
keeping summer, isn't it,
when there are
three other seasons.
Ohh, I've talked
such a lot. Excuse me.
Well, I'm glad you did, but
soon Helen will be married,
and I'll be going
back to Chicago.
To Chicago?
Yes, that's where I'm
from. You ever been there?
Yes, for a short
time some years ago.
It was wintertime,
and the wind...
Oh, how the wind
blew across the lake.
Yeah, it gets pretty
cold in Chicago.
Yes.
But that was 20 years ago.
Forgive me for wasting
your time like this,
but I wanted to get
an impression of you
before I gave you the message.
Message?
Helen will meet you at
Ronsard's tonight at 9:00.
What are you doing here?
Meeting you.
I was supposed to
meet Winter here at 9:00.
Not Winter... me.
But I don't understand.
The letter said to meet him
here at 9:00... very important.
I thought it was a
funny place for him.
Your aunt said you
wanted to see me here.
Belle.
It was Belle who wrote that note
and signed Winter's name to it.
Shall I go?
No, of course not.
Let's have a drink.
Two Pernods, Charlie.
My mother says Pernod
has wormwood in it
and that you'll go mad.
Well, I-I guess I told you
that, didn't I, the other time?
- I wrote you a letter.
- I didn't get it.
- Are you sure?
- Of course.
I'm not surprised.
Mother must have taken it.
I used to go down
by that old shed.
By the gazebo.
Yes, I saw you there once.
I'd study your house,
wondering if I'd see you,
wondering what you were doing.
The new building's
gone up fast, hasn't it?
You like it?
Yes, yes, I think I do.
But I miss the trees.
We'll plant more.
You're marrying
Winter, aren't you?
In two weeks.
You know, I like New
Orleans, I've decided.
I guess I got used to it.
I like the sense of
things being older,
going on the way they
always have, without change.
I sometimes wish that everything
that wasn't bright and shiny
this morning would go
up in a cloud of smoke.
You don't sound like a Durand.
It's only sound and fury.
I am a Durand, and it's too
late to do anything about it.
I tell you, that boy
of yours, Winter,
has been an angel,
helping around the house,
licking envelopes,
though we finally got one of
those sponges filled with water.
You just run the
envelope over the sponge.
It's eminently practical.
Yes, and we don't want
our bridegroom getting sick
from too much mucilage.
That would be the
end, wouldn't it?
Well, look, hon, put Helen
on the phone, will you?
What? She isn't there?
Helen isn't at your house?
Well, that's funny.
I thought she said
she was coming there.
I was sure.
Oh, well, well, maybe
I made a mistake.
No, no.
I'll be talking to you soon.
Bye, honey.
It must be late.
No, it's early.
What's that light out
there in the window?
Hmm?
Street lamp.
Oh, no, no.
Ned, Ned, it's morning.
We've been here all night.
Well, let's send
out for breakfast.
The family, Ned.
Take me home, please.
Oh, it's all right. They
think you're with Winter.
It's not all right, Ned.
Please take me home.
All right, then.
No. No, Ned, darling, don't...
Hello?
Ohh.
Operator, get me the police.
Hello? Yes.
Uh, officer, this is
Theresa Carter Durand.
Yes.
Oh, uh, never mind.
She's here now.
Thank you.
I'm sorry, Mother. You
shouldn't have waited up.
This is the man you
were out with all night.
Yes, it's Ned. You
remember him, don't you?
How can you set foot in this
house after what you've done?
How can you be so cruel?
Cruel?
Why, we haven't
done anything wrong.
We were at Ronsard's,
and we forgot about
the time, that's all.
Oh, you have destroyed a family.
Are you glad?
You have come down here and
torn up our land and broken my heart.
- Does it make you happy?
- Oh, Mother, stop it, please.
And you... Are
you lost to us, too?
A girl two weeks
before her marriage day,
out all night with...
With this man?
Helen, have you no
pride, no decency?
Mother, it was
perfectly innocent.
Is this the repayment
for our love?
Is that crazy Durand
blood coming out in you
the way it did in Belle?
Are you gonna follow
this man to Chicago?
Are you?
Is history going to repeat
itself, despite my warnings?
It's all right, Aunt Belle.
Oh, there they are. Look
at them, Father Durand.
Feast your eyes on your
daughter and your granddaughter.
Are you pleased with
them, with the pirate blood?
Are you proud?
Well, I'm only a mother.
I have no pride left
in me, only shame.
Be careful, Theresa,
what you say.
I'm the only one
ever to exert caution.
Well, I shall be cautious.
I shall do the right thing.
Helen, you've made your
choice, and I'm through with you.
I will telephone the Duvals
that the wedding is off.
One of us must
show some decency.
I'll be the one.
Now, Theresa,
it's not that serious.
Oh, of course, not to you.
Of course, it's
not serious to you.
We know your weakness.
We have lived with your
shame hanging over us.
Now, look, Mrs. Durand, I
think you ought to know that...
That this family is ruined?
Yes, I think I
ought to know that.
That will be enough, Theresa.
This is my house,
and Helen's my granddaughter,
no matter what she does.
Yes, this is our house,
and she is our blood.
So there is to be a league
against me, against me,
that has held this house
together all these years.
This is my reward...
My daughter ruined!
Oh, Mother, I am not ruined.
If you would listen
for just one minute,
you'd know that Ned and
I are going to be married.
Married?
Oh, no.
No, this isn't true.
Oh, no.
This can't be happening to me.
It's not happening
to you, Mother.
It's happening to me.
And now let's pause a moment
and turn to our Westinghouse
program and Betty Furness.
Yes, these youngsters
just got out of school,
and they're making a beeline
to their favorite fountain
that serves the
best drink in town.
It's the automatic
twin juice fountain
in the 1955
Westinghouse refrigerator.
It serves delicious fruit juice,
freshly mixed at
the touch of a finger.
And how those children
love that lemonade.
And there's no
work to it, you know.
All you do is keep a supply
of thawed juice
concentrate in here.
That's all you have to do.
You can keep lemonade over there
and orange juice
here for breakfast.
And then, when you want
juice, you just press this tap,
and the fountain automatically
mixes the concentrate
with just the right amount
of cold water and air
to give it nature's
own freshness.
And this Westinghouse 1955
refrigerator is frost-free, too,
and that means no
defrosting in the freezer
and no defrosting
in the refrigerator.
What's more, it's a Westinghouse
Food File Refrigerator
that gives you a special place
and a special cold
for every kind of food.
Well, for instance,
here is a huge freezer,
the exclusive beverage
keeper and meat keeper,
roomy shelves that roll out,
and two big humidrawers that
keep vegetables fresh for days.
Then, over on the door,
the special storage space
for fresh fruits, small
bottles, cheese, butter,
and even a special
storage space for eggs, too.
No other refrigerator made
today is so convenient.
Go see your authorized
Westinghouse dealer
and ask him to show you the
automatic twin juice fountain
and all the other
time-saving features
that are available only
in the new 1955
Westinghouse refrigerators.
And remember...
We return now to
"Westinghouse Studio One"
and "Summer Pavilion."
The best silver?
The best.
Theresa asked me
to arrange a high tea.
I can't think why.
Well, I'm immediately
suspicious.
She's been wandering about
the house for a week now
like Medea on the eve of murder.
This morning she
said, "Belle, honey,
get the silver polished,
and we'll have a tea party."
Well, perhaps she's trapped
the governor to come in here
and talk about the gazebo.
Where's Helen?
She just got in from school.
She's upstairs
getting ready for tea.
I like her young man.
So do I, but I do wish Theresa
would be more reasonable.
She hasn't spoken
to him since that night.
Poor Theresa... So
passionate and so impossible.
Helen said they had
no idea of being married
on such short notice until
Theresa made her scene.
And now they're really in love.
"In love."
What a long time it's been
since I've said that phrase.
Now, daughter, we're well
out of that, aren't we, hmm?
We are well out of it.
Grandfather,
what's Mother up to?
Well, no one knows.
A mysterious tea
party, a sullen hostess.
I anticipate disaster.
She spoke to me for
the first time this morning,
for the first time
since the trouble.
I'm sure she regrets
the line she took.
I hope so.
How's Ned?
Oh, he's fine, just fine.
Nearly finished
with the project.
Oh, my, it does look
wonderful, doesn't it?
So new, so tall.
Have you thought where you
and Ned are going to live, honey?
Chicago.
We're going to Chicago after
the wedding. I can hardly wait.
It can be very cold
in Chicago in winter.
I remember.
Ohh, that monster of a building.
It casts a shadow
over us in the afternoon,
and my room is as gloomy
as a funeral parlor after 4:00.
It used to get such
a lovely western light.
Oh, that looks very nice,
Belle, very nice, but the cups...
My lovely cups, all
worn and chipped.
We must be careful
not to cut our lips.
Why, what a
becoming color, Helen.
I always loved you so in blue.
Well, I see our guest
has not yet arrived.
- Who is our distinguished guest?
- That's my little secret.
Belle, honey, get
the hot water now.
Well, I'm too old
to enjoy mysteries.
But I love to mystify,
Father Durand.
Oh, don't deprive me
of my innocent little pl...
Oh, oh, my.
I will go.
Oh, good afternoon!
And here is my guest of honor.
Ned!
Helen. Sir.
As you see, I have
bowed to the inevitable
and invited my son-in-law-to-be
to his future home.
Future home?!
Yes, your mother and I had
a long session yesterday.
Yes, indeed we did.
I went in my way
through that no-man's-land
between here and the project,
and we had the nicest
chat deep in enemy country.
I thought we were
going to Chicago.
For a trip.
On your honeymoon, and
then back to New Orleans,
where he can get a
job any day of the week
and be a credit to us all.
Isn't that right, Ned?
Well, I don't know
about being a credit.
Oh, hello, Ms. Durand.
I thought it was your
voice, Mr. Welch.
Now, on my own honeymoon,
we went to Europe.
I thought that was
a trifle far afield,
but I have no serious
prejudice against foreign climes,
and travel does
broaden the mind.
Yes, we went as far east
as the country of Egypt,
an extremely dirty
place in those days.
- Uh, sugar?
- Yes, please.
But filled with
memorable sights.
Oh, that sweet little camel
you see there came from Cairo,
where they have so
many flies and the Sphinx.
I don't think Illinois will
be quite as interesting.
I do.
Of course it will be.
Mr. Welch and I have
so much in common.
Here, give this to
your grandfather.
You'd be surprised.
I am, Mother.
I judged him out of
hand, I fear, at first,
on first meeting, and
that's always a mistake.
Now, Belle...
She's winning him over.
But I thought she hated him.
Well, she probably
does, but since
she can't stop the marriage,
she needs to direct it.
Have you heard Ned?
Talking about living down here
instead of going
East as we planned.
Well, your mother is cunning.
What on Earth can I do?
- Well, you are her daughter.
- Yes, and I'm helpless.
No, no, that's what I say when
I mean you are her daughter,
for you're very like
her in many ways.
So fight her.
You don't want to let
her win him over, do you?
No. No, I don't.
And I won't.
Then, shall we unleash
the dogs of war?
Yes. Yes, I think...
I think we shall.
Oh, what a delicious sense
of humor you have, Ned!
What a ridiculous wit!
Why, Helen, baby,
you aren't laughing.
Didn't you hear
the story, honey?
Yes, it was very funny.
Ned has such a fund
of humorous stories,
just like your father,
heaven rest his soul.
Come over here, Ned. Talk to me.
Now, no fair, Father Durand,
stealing the guest of
honor all for yourself.
But I have such a
short time on Earth,
while you three still have
him for another 30 years,
from the looks of those
cast-iron arteries of yours.
Father Durand!
Go humor him before
he insults us all mortally
and to the quick.
Pull up a chair,
Ned. Sit over here.
Thank you, sir.
Um.
Oh, Helen, baby, you
haven't got your tea.
Now, here.
She has you hooked.
She's not half as
bad as I thought.
Ah, she's charming you.
Well, that's not as bad
as being denounced as a
savage every five minutes.
You know, down here
you have to learn to get
along with your in-laws.
This house and this park... It
kind of gets under your skin.
I'm beginning to like it.
Even though you're looking
straight at me... a bad example?
You've had a perfect life,
doing what you wanted,
reading, thinking, everything.
Well, I have been happy, yes,
but it's not been
a perfect life.
You see, nothing
was accomplished.
The perfect shape,
of course, is a circle,
and, in a way, my life has
recreated that perfect shape.
My life has been a zero.
Theresa! Anybody home?
Oh, I am sorry. I didn't
know there was a family...
Oh, come in, Winter. Come in.
My, now we're all together.
One big happy family.
What's this thing
you're bringing?
Oh, this is one of
Mother's prized begonias.
She wants you to have it.
Theresa, I do hope it's
all right, my coming here.
Why, of course.
Besides, I want you and
Ned to know each other,
to be good friends.
Put that thing
over there, Winter,
and come and sit
right beside me.
No hard feelings, Winter?
No hard feelings.
As mother would say, it doesn't
matter whether you win or lose,
but how you play the game.
I congratulate you.
That's very nice of you, Winter.
Winter, come on over here
and tell me how that angel
incarnate, your mother, is.
Oh, Mother's been
feeling kind of poorly lately.
The doctor thinks
it's hepatitis.
Oh, no, not hepatitis!
Oh, I am sorry.
Everybody seems to
be getting it these days.
I read somewhere
that it comes from the
spray they put on apples.
Mother doesn't like apples.
Well, it's probably in the air.
Helen, here's Winter.
Say hello, honey.
Hello, Winter,
welcome to the family.
Oh. Ignore Miss Sly Puss.
I almost forgot!
There's great
news in this house.
Oh, you mean the wedding?
Well, I should have
said "second great news."
The wedding, of
course, is next week,
but something almost as good.
Ned, you tell him.
Well, it's about
that old shed...
I mean the pavilion out there.
We decided...
That is, I've decided
to let it stay the way it is.
I gave the order this morning.
You mean it's not
being torn down?
No, your... your mother
and I talked it over yesterday.
But it spoils the whole
look of the project.
Well, Helen, baby,
whose side are you on?
Well, it's not that important,
so we're letting it stand.
Isn't it grand?
He's not a vandal
like I really feared.
He's going to help
us keep things lovely,
the way they were.
Aren't you thrilled, Helen?
Oh, Father.
He's one of us now.
Oh, as I always say, heaven
helps those who help themselves.
Northstar Building, Chicago.
That's right.
Oh, hiya, George.
Yeah.
Got your girl there?
Put her on the line, too.
I've got a memo from Welch.
That's right.
He's getting married... a real
high-class southern family.
Yeah.
You ready?
All right, here it goes.
"I have decided, after
considerable deliberation,
to retain the small building
at the entrance to
the housing project,
which belonged formerly
to the Durand family
and is known as a gazebo."
G-a-z-e-b-o.
Isn't that a word for you?
"The building will need
some minor repairs,
but it will be a fine memorial
to more gracious days."
So help me, I'm
not making this up.
That's what it says...
"more gracious days."
Yeah.
And another Yankee
bites the southern dust.
The ceremony was very
moving, sir, very moving.
Do you realize that no
one yet has said to me,
"You have not lost
a granddaughter,
but gained a grandson"?
Well, I don't believe
that's the usual thing
to be said to grandparents,
but to parents.
I bow, Winter, to your
vast knowledge of the usual.
Why, thank you, sir.
Isn't it wonderful, Father?
A wedding in the house again!
Yes, yes, it is.
Theresa was the last
bride in this house.
Oh, what a day! What a day!
Oh, you know, the whole
garden district is here.
I was just saying, Theresa,
you were the last bride in
this house so many years ago.
Oh, remember what the
paper said of my appearance?
"Moonlight on camellias."
But this is my daughter's day.
Now, where is she?
Oh, my handsome
son-in-law, hello.
I feel like I've met
a thousand people.
Oh, you're seeing us as we
are, that's all, as we really are.
Where's Helen?
- Where's our radiant bride?
- I don't know.
Oh, she'll be right back.
She had something to do.
Something to do? A
bride on her wedding day?
You must take her in hand, Ned.
Wear the trousers in the
family from the very start.
My husband did, and I
have never regretted it.
Women like to feel a
firm hand at the tiller.
Oh, what a lovely western light!
The sun must have
changed its position
because we haven't
had the sunsets lately,
your project being in the way.
What a heavenly light.
I've never seen such a sunset.
Miss Theresa, there's
a fire down in the yard!
A fire?
Oh, no.
Oh, it's the gazebo!
No! Who did this?
Who set fire to it?
You. You told them to burn it.
You vandal, you devil!
I trusted you, and
you set that fire!
I didn't do it. I don't
know how it started.
- I set the fire, Mother.
- Helen!
You?
It was my present to
Ned, my wedding gift.
You're insane.
The pavilion spoiled everything.
He only left it because of us.
I couldn't let him do that.
And I got the license
to burn the building.
First constructive
thing I've done in years,
burning down that old eyesore.
Oh, I used to sit there
on summer nights.
It's gone, Mother.
Give it up.
Don't grieve, Mother.
We are going to
Chicago, aren't we, Ned?
I guess we have to.
Sure, Helen, we'll go,
if that's what you want.
That's just what I want.
Just like your mother... The
line of succession goes on.
Heaven helps those
that help themselves.
Oh, it's all so wonderful.
It's just like a fairy tale.
Now we can all wake up.
- The spell is broken.
- And I have the princess.
Well, don't weep, daughter.
Life isn't over just because
an old shed is burned down
on a wedding day.
They've taken everything down.
Everything lovely's gone.
I tried so hard...
so hard.
Mr. Welch, I am the
mother of Winter Duval,
and I feel that I
know you already.
Oh, why, look at
that bonfire out there.
Isn't that something?
Trust Theresa to
do the right thing.
In the old days, we always had
bonfires for special occasions.
We had bonfires and fireworks.
And if I know my Theresa,
there will be fireworks at dusk.
It was such a lovely
wedding, Helen, little Helen.
And how like your
sainted mother you looked
in that glorious place.
Just like your
mother all over again.
I wept my eyes
out when I saw you,
and I thought of
Theresa's wedding
and how it was
happening all over again,
life going on and on.
And to think, later tonight,
fireworks on the lawn.
But now Betty Furness
wants to talk about
danger in the night.
Driving at night in bad
weather can be dangerous,
but now you're so much
safer if your car is equipped
with Westinghouse
safety beam head lamps.
Of course, this one
is greatly enlarged.
With your present head
lamps, you probably get light
that strays upward like this
and makes it hard to see.
But Westinghouse inserts
a special glare shield
which eliminates
that unwanted light.
That means the glare
usually reflected from fog
and rain particles is cut off.
So you can see people
and objects down the road
that you couldn't see before.
Only Westinghouse
gives you this protection
on both high and low beams
for extra safety in
country or city driving.
Westinghouse safety
beam head lamps
are extra safe in
clear weather, too,
because you get 25% more light.
It shows 80 feet
farther down the road.
Remember, you can get two
Westinghouse safety beam
head lamps for only $3.60.
All that wonderful safety
for less than a tankful of gas.
Get them at your service station
or automotive dealer tomorrow,
and remember...
Yeah, I saw your
picture in the paper,
and I heard about the
captions being mixed up.
But the paper's closed
till Monday morning now,
and there's nothing
anybody can do about it.
But you got the
whole weekend to hide.
If I were you, I'd run.
Next Monday,
"Westinghouse Studio One"
stars James Dunn
in the exciting story
about a man who had
a picture in the paper.
You know, Westinghouse
has just introduced
the most beautiful
coffee maker ever made.
Its brand-new,
jet-action coffee making
gives you real, old-fashioned
coffee goodness in every cup.
And see? This spout never drips.
Get the beautiful new
Westinghouse coffee maker,
only $29.95.
Westinghouse dealers everywhere
are cooperating with the
National Safety Council
in their campaign to
eliminate the hidden danger
from old, discarded
refrigerators.
Do your part by
removing doors or latches.
Ask your friends to help
with this public service
in your neighborhood.
Next Wednesday night, May 4th,
over most of these
same stations,
don't miss "The
Best of Broadway,"
starring Joseph Cotton,
Piper Laurie, Gene Nelson,
Keenan Wynn, Martha
Hyer, and Akim Tamiroff
in an exciting production of
the famous hit "Broadway."
That's Wednesday night,
May 4th, on Westinghouse,
"The Best of Broadway."
Be with us again
for "Studio One"
a week from tonight.
Until then, this is Paul
Branson saying good night.
"Studio One" originated
live from New York City.
"Westinghouse Studio One."
Westinghouse... the name
that stands for leadership.
First in atomic power
to serve the nation.
First in new higher
standards in equipment
to serve the needs of industry.
In the most truly
helpful new appliances,
to make your dream
home come true.
Wherever electricity serves
you, in whatever you do,
for the new, the
improved, the finest,
in the widest
range of products...
Oh, a glorious
morning, a heavenly day!
Where is Belle?
Upstairs dusting her
phonograph records.
Oh, she cares for those records
as though they
were rare porcelain.
Not that I have anything
against music in general.
Belle! Belle, honey,
come on down here!
She knows it's her turn
to look after the tourists.
Coming, Theresa.
Oh, not that I mind being
the doer in this family,
but there are limits
to my strength.
There are no limits
to your strength.
Is that meant to be
irony, Father Durand?
No, no, no, my dear.
We would all starve
without you to look after us.
Well, we'll starve anyway
if we don't sell some
more of the furniture.
The lovely, lovely furniture.
Oh, it breaks my
heart to see it go,
all bundled up piece by piece
and spirited away to
dreary middle-class homes.
Considering the prices you get,
they can't be too middle-class.
You know what I mean.
Nouveaux... Nouveaux
riches will buy our furniture,
thinking they can buy
what we are, but they can't...
Never, never.
I wonder if I'm asking
enough for this Regency sofa.
There you are, Belle, darling.
Here. Nearly
finished, as you see.
A little work never hurt anyone.
I never mind a little
light labor, even laundry,
though the hands
may suffer, perhaps.
Oh, how white they were.
Remember, Father?
Remember when
I married your son,
and The Times-Picayune said,
"Miss Theresa
Anne Carter of Biloxi
wore her great-grandmother's
veil of Brussels lace,
and her complexion was
like moonlight on a camellia."
Well, that's what
it said. It really did.
A bit high-flown, maybe,
but those were gallant days.
And my hands were lovely,
too, much my best feature.
Oh, look at them now.
Just look what's become of them.
Just liver spots, Theresa.
Oh, liver spots! Father Durand!
Belle, I want you to
particularly be pleasant today
because an important interior
decorator, a Mr. Wingle...
How people can allow someone
else to arrange their homes
is more than I can comprehend.
Well, this man's coming all the
way here from Baton Rouge now,
and don't be shy with him.
Remember who you are.
You are Belle Durand
of Audubon Park,
and he's just like a servant.
You mean I am Belle
Travers of Chicago.
What did I hear you say?
What name?
Have my ears betrayed me?
Has that riveting become so
loud I no longer hear properly?
I am not an old maid, Theresa.
I am a married woman, and
my name happens to be Travers.
Yes, I am aware of your mistake.
But I thought we had
agreed not to mention it,
never to refer to the
fact that you had eloped
with, uh, an undesirable,
only to be deserted in Chicago,
left in the lurch,
as the saying goes.
Theresa, be kind.
Kind? I'm downright indulgent.
Belle... Oh, now, honey, yes,
leave the price
tag right up here.
We don't want to hide
our light under a bushel.
You see, if it's conspicuous,
they'll know we mean business,
and it keeps you from
all that awful haggl...
That riveting will drive me mad!
"The woods decay.
The woods decay and fall.
And after many a
summer dies the swan."
I hate swans. They
have ugly dispositions.
Oh, Belle, is Helen awake?
Did you call her?
I took coffee into her just now.
Oh, the poor little girl,
slaving away in that school.
But then she must
learn to handle things
like the rest of us.
Heaven helps those
who help themselves.
I never struggle.
No, Father Durand,
you cannot be accused of
contributing to our support.
Ah, to the betterment
of the world.
You simply read
while Rome burns.
Oh, Helen, honey, you're
gonna be late for work.
No, mother, I don't have
to be at school till 11:00.
- Good morning, Grandfather.
- Good morning, Helen.
You must continue to make
a good impression at school.
Your honorarium just barely
supports you here, my baby.
Oh, who would have dreamed the
money would have faded so fast?
It seemed like such a lot
when I married your father.
And my poor gazebo looks
so sad and lonely out there
with all that mess around it.
Father, did you talk
to them yesterday?
I did.
I told them the gazebo
was 200 years old
and should be preserved
as a permanent treasure
of the state of Louisiana.
Ah.
I told him it was a small
building but a perfect one.
Yes, and what did
they say to that?
They said they're
gonna tear it down.
I knew you'd blunder.
I should have gone
to see them myself.
Well, after all, it's
now their property.
But it was ours.
Morally, it's still ours,
though they may own
the land beneath it.
Father, you must telephone
- the governor.
- Governor?
His aunt was a Pardue, and
they're cousins of my mother's.
He'll understand. He'll
stop those vandals.
But, Theresa, we sold the
gazebo when we sold the land.
Oh, that noise!
I tell you, it'll
drive me insane!
Ohh!
Well, since you refuse to act,
I will appeal to the
governor on my knees.
I shall throw
myself on his mercy.
I... Was that the doorbell?
Oh, quick now,
Father, go to your room.
No, I shall go right
in town to the library.
Yes, your eyes will drop
out from reading one day.
Too late even for that.
I'm afraid you'll put me
in my coffin, eyes and all.
It chills my blood to
hear you talk of death.
My blood is chilling, daughter.
A wasted life...
Reading and thinking
and nothing to show for it.
Nothing done.
Oh, I guess no
one was at the door.
He has been happy.
Oh, that.
Which rooms do you
want me to show today?
Well, all the ones down here
and the front bedrooms upstairs.
And, Belle, don't
forget the story about
when Jefferson Davis stayed
here and the butler lost his boots.
That's always
amusing, and it's historic.
Now I'm going to lie down.
Call me when that
interior-decorator man
gets here.
He'll want only the sofa,
but I'm gonna try
and interest him
in that hideous maple bed
upstairs, the one nobody wants.
And, Belle, do look pleasant.
You might even try to
smile every now and then.
It creates a nicer atmosphere.
After all, life isn't
so bad, is it, honey?
Helen, now don't
you be late for school!
I wonder why Mother was so
upset by the gazebo going down.
She almost never went near
it before the land was sold.
Your mother doesn't
like to let go of anything.
Winter coming to supper tonight?
I suppose so. It's Friday.
He always comes on Friday.
You like Winter, don't you?
Well, of course I like him.
It's just that,
well, he's Winter.
I've known him so long, too
long, I guess, to be romantic.
You marry Winter.
I mean, it's the thing to do.
Don't end up like
me. You marry Winter.
No, I won't be like you.
You were honest. You
were in love, and I'm not.
That's the difference
between us, Aunt Belle.
Don't talk of love, baby.
Don't ever talk of love. I know.
Marry wisely.
Marry a boy they'll
approve of, like Winter.
Don't let them get
down on you ever.
They're merciless when
you make a mistake.
Sometimes I think I'd
like to make a mistake,
a really splendid one.
I did, and where did it lead?
To a hotel room
unpaid for in Chicago
and the coldest winter
day in the history of that city.
Poor Aunt Belle.
Not poor.
I had two weeks
before he left me.
Those 14 days were
my secret capital.
Two weeks. Oh, I envy you.
Envy me?
Oh, no, my dear,
not when you're going to
have a lifetime with Winter
away from this house.
Away from this sad house.
Sad house?
The saddest I've ever
known... For us, at least.
The ghosts, Helen, the ghosts...
They're in every
room of this house,
reminding us we belong to them.
But they're our ghosts and...
Our ghosts, yes, and
that's the strangest part of all
because sometimes I
believe... I know it sounds crazy,
but sometimes I believe
that we're the ghosts
and don't know it, that we're
the dead, and those others...
The ones I see standing
lonely on the stairs
or staring back at
us from old mirrors...
Those are really the living,
and they've forgotten us.
Belle, honey, will you come
up here a minute, please?
Coming, Theresa.
You watch the door.
I'll be right down.
Oh, hello.
I guess we're the
first customers today.
Yes.
I always wanted to see
the inside of this place.
Hey, where's all the furniture?
Most of it's been sold.
Oh, I see.
Everything's for sale.
I guess the Durands
are pretty hard up.
Yes, very hard up.
What do we do, just
look around on our own?
Well, I think perhaps
if you wait a minute...
Wonderful proportions.
That's an Adam fireplace.
Solid masonry.
You're not from New Orleans.
No, I'm from Chicago.
I've only been here for a
few weeks. I'm on a job.
I've been meaning to
see the inside of this house
ever since I got here.
They certainly built
to last, didn't they?
Yes, they built it to last,
but I'm afraid the brick
may outlast the family.
You know the Durands?
Yes, I'm Helen Durand.
Oh, I see.
I didn't say anything
wrong, did I?
No, you were...
You were discreet.
Well, in a way, we're
neighbors. Did you know that?
Oh, are you staying
with the Carlisles?
No, I'm in charge of
the housing project.
I'm a construction
engineer. Ned Welch.
- How do you do?
- How do you do?
I'm sorry we had to tear
up those gardens of yours.
They went with this
place, didn't they?
- Yes, they...
- I thought I heard voices!
I know my ears never deceive me.
Well, I'm so pleased
you've come to see us.
I'm Mrs. Durand, and
I bid you welcome.
- Was it a nice drive?
- Well, I'm afraid...
I love the River Road,
though in the old days,
we always used to
travel by steamer.
Now, this is the sofa.
It was bought in
1820 by Emile Durand.
He was lieutenant governor,
and it's still in perfect
condition to this day.
The upholstery's nice,
and I wouldn't
change it if I were you.
A lovely piece for any
home, even a modern one.
- Uh, Mother...
- Oh, the cleverness
it must take, Mr. Wingle,
to decorate someone
else's house tastefully.
My hat's off to you, sir.
Mother, he's not
the interior decorator.
- But I thought you said he...
- My name is Welch, Mrs. Durand.
I think I've seen
you before out back.
I'm in charge of
the housing project.
Oh, I see.
Uh, well, we are aware of
your presence, of course.
It would be difficult
not to be aware.
It's an awful racket, I know.
Please be patient with us.
Some might call it
vandalism, but not I.
I try to understand.
I'm not one to throw myself
in the path of progress.
I realize only too well
the old order changes.
However, wanton destruction
of the rare and the lovely
hurts me to the quick.
Destruction? Of what?
I'm referring to the gazebo,
the pavilion in the garden
which has been marked
by you for demolition.
You mean that old shed
out there with the roof gone?
I mean the pavilion,
where, as a young bride,
I used to sit on summer nights,
watching the
moonrise over the town.
Spoils the approach
to the project.
So we have been told.
Uh, M-Mother, I-I've got to fly.
Yes, I have to go,
too. Excuse me.
The admittance fee is $1!
You may leave the money
on the hall console as you go.
Guess I'm in enemy territory.
Oh, she doesn't mean to be rude.
Where are you off to?
I teach at Miss Haskin's
Seminary for Young Ladies.
- Ah, pretty grim, huh?
- Mm-hmm, pretty grim.
- You go out much?
- Sometimes when I'm invited.
- I've got to catch my bus.
- Have dinner with me tonight.
I haven't been out since I
got here. Nothing but work.
I don't believe so.
After all, I am a neighbor,
a, uh, barbarian
in need of civilizing.
I don't think that.
Pick you up at 7:00.
No, no, I can't. I'm
sorry, but I can't.
Is he still here, Helen?
No, no, Mother, he's gone.
I'll meet you at
Ronsard's after dinner.
It's in the old quarter.
Vandals! That's what
they are... vandals.
Coming out here to
destroy what we cherish,
what they can't appreciate.
Vandals. That's what
they are, Winter... vandals.
And to think I mistook him
for the interior decorator
before Helen saw
fit to enlighten me.
Told him all about the sofa.
I could have bit my
tongue off with shame.
I must say, Mrs. Durand, you
have the courage of a lioness
to face commercial
people without flinching.
Well, we come of
tough stock, Winter.
You're a worthy descendent.
My mother always says,
"Theresa Carter
Durand is the bravest
and least-complaining
woman in Audubon Park."
Well, it's nice to
be appreciated.
One likes to know
that others feel...
Helen, will you stop fidgeting?
Was I fidgeting?
You were.
Well, if our company bores you,
I suggest you and
Winter go to the movies.
Oh, would you like that Helen?
There's a double
feature on at The Royal.
I don't think so.
Thank you, Winter.
Belle, aren't you playing
that phonograph a little loud?
That's much better.
I tell you, Winter, the art
of conversation in America
has declined along
with everything else.
There never was any art
of conversation in America.
Go back to your
book, Father Durand.
Back to your book. You
are the worst offender.
Literature is my
Great Wall of China.
Behind it, I cower,
waiting for the Mongols.
Whatever that may mean.
My mother had a mongrel once,
and it was an
unusually clever dog...
Black and white,
something like a wolfhound.
Yes, they say
mongrels are clever,
but I've never been convinced.
Oh, speaking of mongrels...
Helen, did that young
man from the North
make any mention of the
gazebo when he was leaving?
What? Oh, no, no,
Mother, he didn't.
Helen, you have been watching
the time for the past half-hour.
Have you an appointment?
Yes, Mother, I have.
Uh, but, Helen, honey,
this is Friday night.
We always go to the
picture show on Friday.
And where do you think
you're going at this time of night.
To see a friend,
Mother. I promised.
Oh, are we to be vouchsafed
the name of this mysterious friend?
No, Mother, you're not.
What's so amusing, Belle?
I'm sorry, Theresa.
I was just thinking
of something.
Yes, so was I.
Helen, you have
never gone out before
without telling us
where you were going.
I'll be home early.
Good night, Winter.
Good night, Mother.
But, Helen, this is Friday.
I think that fact has
been clearly established.
Have a good time, darling.
Thank you, Grandfather.
Helen, baby, is anything wrong?
No, Mother.
Then, where are you going?
Whom are you going to see?
Baby, this is your
mother who's asking you.
Out to see a friend.
Don't you trust me?
Of course I do, angel.
Mother, I am a grown woman,
and I'm going out to see a friend.
If that's the way
you feel, very well.
I can't stop you.
I'm only your mother
who loves you.
Good night, Mother.
Now that you've seen part
one of "Summer Pavilion,"
let's turn to our Westinghouse
program and Betty Furness.
Yes, she just wishes that
space were big enough
for a Westinghouse laundromat
so she could enjoy
the new way to wash.
She's measuring it again,
but she was right the first time.
It's only 25 inches wide.
Well, I have good news.
She can have the new
way to wash, and so can you,
with the brand-new
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that goes anywhere.
Now, this Laundromat
25 is only 25 inches wide,
and that means that it'll
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And it washes a
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And just look at this.
If you're really
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you can get the Laundromat
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Then, when you want
to wash your clothes,
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and when you're
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And for that modern,
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that dream kitchen with built-in
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In fact, that's the one
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And this Laundromat
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What's more, this
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So you save on water,
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And here's real
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So watch for this
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Now, remember, it makes
the new way to wash
available to every
home and apartment.
Oh, by the way, famous
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the more than 1,100 prizes
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Get your entry blank
at your grocer tomorrow.
The first prize is a complete
Westinghouse electric kitchen.
And remember...
We return now to
"Westinghouse Studio One"
and "Summer Pavilion."
No, I wouldn't.
I don't know what
that is, anyway.
Thought you stood me up.
I'm sorry. I couldn't get away.
Bet your mother doesn't
know you're seeing me.
- No, she doesn't.
- I'm glad you're here.
Oh, all right.
Quite a place.
Lots of characters.
- I guess they're all artists.
- Oh, I don't think so.
I was told that the
artists wear the neckties
and the tourists
wear blue jeans.
Come here often?
No, I've never been here before.
Well, you did suggest it.
Yes, I know, but... You see,
I've always wanted to come,
but there was no one to take me.
The family disapproves.
Then, I guess
we're both tourists.
- I like it, don't you?
- Yes, very much.
Howdy, folks,
what's your pleasure?
- What'll you have?
- I'd like some Pernod.
Mother says it has wormwood
in it and that you go mad.
I'll have it, too.
How brave we are. I wish
Mother could see me now.
Do we have to talk about Mother?
I'm sorry. No, never again.
I do talk about
her a lot, don't I?
I guess it's because
she has such charm.
Now, she does, really.
She's not always so awful.
You were never gonna
talk about Mother again.
You tell me about
your mother. That's fine.
Oh, I don't have
any, no family at all.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
- Oh, I'm not, not anymore.
That's a... That's a
beautiful house you live in.
Yes, I'm afraid we're
eating it room by room.
We live on the sale of
furniture, not much else.
Well, you work, don't you?
Oh, yes, I do, but I'm
the only one who does.
You see, as a rule,
our family doesn't work.
I don't know why.
They just don't.
Somebody must have done
something to get things started.
Mm-hmm, we were pirates
in the 18th century. We stole.
Well, then, here's to piracy.
On the high seas.
I'm glad I went out with the
first stranger ever to ask me.
You don't go out
very much, do you?
Well, not like this.
I mean... Look, I've done
nothing but talk about myself,
and Mother says
no girl can be popular
if she talks about
herself to a man.
Girls must listen.
Well, I like listening
to your voice.
It's very soft. It's very quiet.
Yours is like a growl.
Which I like, of course.
You enjoying New Orleans?
Well, uh, I guess it's
what they call gracious,
but the tempo is a
little too slow for me.
I've never known anything else.
My goodness it's chilly in here.
I wish they'd open a window.
What a strange color
it is, like a tiger's eye.
Shall we talk about tigers?
Yes.
Yes, tigers and
lions and panthers.
We shall never run
out of conversation.
No, I... I don't think we will.
Winter's a clerk
in a law office.
He's been a clerk for
about 10 years now.
I don't suppose he'll
ever be anything else.
But you don't love him, do you?
No, no, I don't. I
wish I did, though.
It would make the family so
happy if I was to marry Winter.
That's not a very
good reason, is it?
I don't suppose it is.
You know, if anybody back
home heard about somebody
getting married to please
the family, they'd drop dead.
It is old-fashioned, isn't it?
Yes, it's very old-fashioned.
You know, someday I'd like
to get a bulldozer down here
and ride right through
the center of Audubon Park
just to see what would happen.
Oh, but some of it's so lovely.
Some of it's worth keeping.
Hi, Winter, I haven't
seen you in a long time.
Mother's been sick.
Come on over to the bar. I
want you to meet Jorgen Bright.
He's from New York, too.
Well, Helen, I had no idea you
were a patroness of this place.
- Uh, Winter, this is Mr. Welch.
- How do you do?
I don't think Mrs. Durand
would approve of Ronsard's.
It's not half as
bad as she thinks.
- Pull up a chair, Winter.
- No, thank you.
I think, Helen, you
had better go home.
Your mother's very worried.
Why, Miss Durand
has a date with me.
Miss Durand is my fiancée.
So?
What does that mean?
It means I better go.
- Helen, you said...
- I'm sorry.
Sorry, Ned, but I can't help it.
I'll see you home, Helen.
Aren't Mr. Duval and
the young lady staying?
No, they are not staying.
Anything wrong, sir?
No, everything is just fine.
How much?
- And with our enemy, too.
- Oh, Mother.
Oh, don't say he's not
an enemy because he is.
That's what he is.
He's out to destroy us, body
and soul, and the gazebo.
That's what he is, a destroyer!
He's a perfectly nice young man.
Nice! Does a nice
young man take you
to a den of artists and words?
- I took him.
- Don't try to defend him.
I know about
places like that one.
I know what goes on when
those people with beards
- get together.
- Mother, really.
Not to mention going out
with a man on first meeting!
Never mind. I'll get it.
Hello?
Oh, yes. Who wants her?
Oh, Mr. Welch.
This is Mrs. Durand.
We met this morning.
Helen feels that she
should not see you again.
Mother...
You know, she's engaged
to be married, and down here
engagements are looked upon
as very, very serious matters.
Yes, I understand.
No, she will not
come to the phone.
No, I wouldn't advise
calling her tomorrow.
I... He hung up.
The rudeness.
Mother, you had no
right to speak for me.
But I am your mother.
How could you lie to him?!
That's not a lie, Helen.
You are engaged. That's a fact.
You mean I'm trapped in
this house. Is that the fact?
Oh, what do you mean, "trapped"?
Mother, if you ever
interfere again, I'll...
What? What will you do?
Go to Chicago and
marry a prizefighter?
Is that what you'll do?
Is that what Belle
has advised you to do?
Because if she has, be warned...
You won't be able to come back.
We won't take you
back. Do you hear?
- Theresa, that's enough.
- Enough, is it?
Enough that I want to save
her from misery and disaster?
We are not fit for the
world of the vandals
any more than
they are fit for us.
We must stick with our own kind.
- And that's what Helen will do.
- Theresa.
And that's why she'll
marry Winter Duval,
who is one of us, who
loves her, and she loves him.
Now you've gone
too far, Theresa.
I know what's best.
I know her better
than she does herself.
Ohh... I don't want
her to be another Belle.
Father, I think Helen
should get married.
So do I.
Say, Ned, what
about that old shed?
Well, we'll burn it down Friday
unless they send out
the Marines to stop us.
That Durand woman
is certainly persistent.
The president of the
Bird Refuge Society
was here this morning.
Could I see Mr. Welch, please?
Yes, come in.
I'm Mrs. Travers, Helen's aunt.
We live in the house
over there across the way.
Yes, I know. Sit down.
I'll be right back.
Excuse me, Mrs. Travers.
I haven't heard a word from
your house for two weeks.
I can't stay.
I'm really not as
bold as I must seem,
but you like Helen, don't you?
Yes, very much, but
she hasn't called me.
She didn't answer the phone.
I sent her a letter,
and she didn't answer
that, so I gave up.
I know I'm interfering,
and Helen's mother would
be furious if she knew,
but I want Helen to be happy,
and she's marrying him
on the 14th of this month.
You mean that Duval guy.
She's given her
word to marry Winter,
and she feels
she can't break it.
She wants to see you,
but she doesn't dare.
What can I do?
I can't ride up to her
house on a white horse
and kidnap her on
her wedding day.
Her wedding day
might be a little late.
But I like the idea
of the white horse.
Look, if she's so anxious to
see me, why hasn't she tried?
She gave her word to her mother
she'd make no move to see you,
and she feels she
can't break her word.
Helen's mother,
my sister-in-law,
is not really a bad woman,
but she's desperate to keep
things the way they were.
Yes, I know.
Every day I get a
message from somebody
about that old shed out there.
That's it exactly... The
gazebo, the summer pavilion.
She wants to keep
it the way it was,
but that's like always
keeping summer, isn't it,
when there are
three other seasons.
Ohh, I've talked
such a lot. Excuse me.
Well, I'm glad you did, but
soon Helen will be married,
and I'll be going
back to Chicago.
To Chicago?
Yes, that's where I'm
from. You ever been there?
Yes, for a short
time some years ago.
It was wintertime,
and the wind...
Oh, how the wind
blew across the lake.
Yeah, it gets pretty
cold in Chicago.
Yes.
But that was 20 years ago.
Forgive me for wasting
your time like this,
but I wanted to get
an impression of you
before I gave you the message.
Message?
Helen will meet you at
Ronsard's tonight at 9:00.
What are you doing here?
Meeting you.
I was supposed to
meet Winter here at 9:00.
Not Winter... me.
But I don't understand.
The letter said to meet him
here at 9:00... very important.
I thought it was a
funny place for him.
Your aunt said you
wanted to see me here.
Belle.
It was Belle who wrote that note
and signed Winter's name to it.
Shall I go?
No, of course not.
Let's have a drink.
Two Pernods, Charlie.
My mother says Pernod
has wormwood in it
and that you'll go mad.
Well, I-I guess I told you
that, didn't I, the other time?
- I wrote you a letter.
- I didn't get it.
- Are you sure?
- Of course.
I'm not surprised.
Mother must have taken it.
I used to go down
by that old shed.
By the gazebo.
Yes, I saw you there once.
I'd study your house,
wondering if I'd see you,
wondering what you were doing.
The new building's
gone up fast, hasn't it?
You like it?
Yes, yes, I think I do.
But I miss the trees.
We'll plant more.
You're marrying
Winter, aren't you?
In two weeks.
You know, I like New
Orleans, I've decided.
I guess I got used to it.
I like the sense of
things being older,
going on the way they
always have, without change.
I sometimes wish that everything
that wasn't bright and shiny
this morning would go
up in a cloud of smoke.
You don't sound like a Durand.
It's only sound and fury.
I am a Durand, and it's too
late to do anything about it.
I tell you, that boy
of yours, Winter,
has been an angel,
helping around the house,
licking envelopes,
though we finally got one of
those sponges filled with water.
You just run the
envelope over the sponge.
It's eminently practical.
Yes, and we don't want
our bridegroom getting sick
from too much mucilage.
That would be the
end, wouldn't it?
Well, look, hon, put Helen
on the phone, will you?
What? She isn't there?
Helen isn't at your house?
Well, that's funny.
I thought she said
she was coming there.
I was sure.
Oh, well, well, maybe
I made a mistake.
No, no.
I'll be talking to you soon.
Bye, honey.
It must be late.
No, it's early.
What's that light out
there in the window?
Hmm?
Street lamp.
Oh, no, no.
Ned, Ned, it's morning.
We've been here all night.
Well, let's send
out for breakfast.
The family, Ned.
Take me home, please.
Oh, it's all right. They
think you're with Winter.
It's not all right, Ned.
Please take me home.
All right, then.
No. No, Ned, darling, don't...
Hello?
Ohh.
Operator, get me the police.
Hello? Yes.
Uh, officer, this is
Theresa Carter Durand.
Yes.
Oh, uh, never mind.
She's here now.
Thank you.
I'm sorry, Mother. You
shouldn't have waited up.
This is the man you
were out with all night.
Yes, it's Ned. You
remember him, don't you?
How can you set foot in this
house after what you've done?
How can you be so cruel?
Cruel?
Why, we haven't
done anything wrong.
We were at Ronsard's,
and we forgot about
the time, that's all.
Oh, you have destroyed a family.
Are you glad?
You have come down here and
torn up our land and broken my heart.
- Does it make you happy?
- Oh, Mother, stop it, please.
And you... Are
you lost to us, too?
A girl two weeks
before her marriage day,
out all night with...
With this man?
Helen, have you no
pride, no decency?
Mother, it was
perfectly innocent.
Is this the repayment
for our love?
Is that crazy Durand
blood coming out in you
the way it did in Belle?
Are you gonna follow
this man to Chicago?
Are you?
Is history going to repeat
itself, despite my warnings?
It's all right, Aunt Belle.
Oh, there they are. Look
at them, Father Durand.
Feast your eyes on your
daughter and your granddaughter.
Are you pleased with
them, with the pirate blood?
Are you proud?
Well, I'm only a mother.
I have no pride left
in me, only shame.
Be careful, Theresa,
what you say.
I'm the only one
ever to exert caution.
Well, I shall be cautious.
I shall do the right thing.
Helen, you've made your
choice, and I'm through with you.
I will telephone the Duvals
that the wedding is off.
One of us must
show some decency.
I'll be the one.
Now, Theresa,
it's not that serious.
Oh, of course, not to you.
Of course, it's
not serious to you.
We know your weakness.
We have lived with your
shame hanging over us.
Now, look, Mrs. Durand, I
think you ought to know that...
That this family is ruined?
Yes, I think I
ought to know that.
That will be enough, Theresa.
This is my house,
and Helen's my granddaughter,
no matter what she does.
Yes, this is our house,
and she is our blood.
So there is to be a league
against me, against me,
that has held this house
together all these years.
This is my reward...
My daughter ruined!
Oh, Mother, I am not ruined.
If you would listen
for just one minute,
you'd know that Ned and
I are going to be married.
Married?
Oh, no.
No, this isn't true.
Oh, no.
This can't be happening to me.
It's not happening
to you, Mother.
It's happening to me.
And now let's pause a moment
and turn to our Westinghouse
program and Betty Furness.
Yes, these youngsters
just got out of school,
and they're making a beeline
to their favorite fountain
that serves the
best drink in town.
It's the automatic
twin juice fountain
in the 1955
Westinghouse refrigerator.
It serves delicious fruit juice,
freshly mixed at
the touch of a finger.
And how those children
love that lemonade.
And there's no
work to it, you know.
All you do is keep a supply
of thawed juice
concentrate in here.
That's all you have to do.
You can keep lemonade over there
and orange juice
here for breakfast.
And then, when you want
juice, you just press this tap,
and the fountain automatically
mixes the concentrate
with just the right amount
of cold water and air
to give it nature's
own freshness.
And this Westinghouse 1955
refrigerator is frost-free, too,
and that means no
defrosting in the freezer
and no defrosting
in the refrigerator.
What's more, it's a Westinghouse
Food File Refrigerator
that gives you a special place
and a special cold
for every kind of food.
Well, for instance,
here is a huge freezer,
the exclusive beverage
keeper and meat keeper,
roomy shelves that roll out,
and two big humidrawers that
keep vegetables fresh for days.
Then, over on the door,
the special storage space
for fresh fruits, small
bottles, cheese, butter,
and even a special
storage space for eggs, too.
No other refrigerator made
today is so convenient.
Go see your authorized
Westinghouse dealer
and ask him to show you the
automatic twin juice fountain
and all the other
time-saving features
that are available only
in the new 1955
Westinghouse refrigerators.
And remember...
We return now to
"Westinghouse Studio One"
and "Summer Pavilion."
The best silver?
The best.
Theresa asked me
to arrange a high tea.
I can't think why.
Well, I'm immediately
suspicious.
She's been wandering about
the house for a week now
like Medea on the eve of murder.
This morning she
said, "Belle, honey,
get the silver polished,
and we'll have a tea party."
Well, perhaps she's trapped
the governor to come in here
and talk about the gazebo.
Where's Helen?
She just got in from school.
She's upstairs
getting ready for tea.
I like her young man.
So do I, but I do wish Theresa
would be more reasonable.
She hasn't spoken
to him since that night.
Poor Theresa... So
passionate and so impossible.
Helen said they had
no idea of being married
on such short notice until
Theresa made her scene.
And now they're really in love.
"In love."
What a long time it's been
since I've said that phrase.
Now, daughter, we're well
out of that, aren't we, hmm?
We are well out of it.
Grandfather,
what's Mother up to?
Well, no one knows.
A mysterious tea
party, a sullen hostess.
I anticipate disaster.
She spoke to me for
the first time this morning,
for the first time
since the trouble.
I'm sure she regrets
the line she took.
I hope so.
How's Ned?
Oh, he's fine, just fine.
Nearly finished
with the project.
Oh, my, it does look
wonderful, doesn't it?
So new, so tall.
Have you thought where you
and Ned are going to live, honey?
Chicago.
We're going to Chicago after
the wedding. I can hardly wait.
It can be very cold
in Chicago in winter.
I remember.
Ohh, that monster of a building.
It casts a shadow
over us in the afternoon,
and my room is as gloomy
as a funeral parlor after 4:00.
It used to get such
a lovely western light.
Oh, that looks very nice,
Belle, very nice, but the cups...
My lovely cups, all
worn and chipped.
We must be careful
not to cut our lips.
Why, what a
becoming color, Helen.
I always loved you so in blue.
Well, I see our guest
has not yet arrived.
- Who is our distinguished guest?
- That's my little secret.
Belle, honey, get
the hot water now.
Well, I'm too old
to enjoy mysteries.
But I love to mystify,
Father Durand.
Oh, don't deprive me
of my innocent little pl...
Oh, oh, my.
I will go.
Oh, good afternoon!
And here is my guest of honor.
Ned!
Helen. Sir.
As you see, I have
bowed to the inevitable
and invited my son-in-law-to-be
to his future home.
Future home?!
Yes, your mother and I had
a long session yesterday.
Yes, indeed we did.
I went in my way
through that no-man's-land
between here and the project,
and we had the nicest
chat deep in enemy country.
I thought we were
going to Chicago.
For a trip.
On your honeymoon, and
then back to New Orleans,
where he can get a
job any day of the week
and be a credit to us all.
Isn't that right, Ned?
Well, I don't know
about being a credit.
Oh, hello, Ms. Durand.
I thought it was your
voice, Mr. Welch.
Now, on my own honeymoon,
we went to Europe.
I thought that was
a trifle far afield,
but I have no serious
prejudice against foreign climes,
and travel does
broaden the mind.
Yes, we went as far east
as the country of Egypt,
an extremely dirty
place in those days.
- Uh, sugar?
- Yes, please.
But filled with
memorable sights.
Oh, that sweet little camel
you see there came from Cairo,
where they have so
many flies and the Sphinx.
I don't think Illinois will
be quite as interesting.
I do.
Of course it will be.
Mr. Welch and I have
so much in common.
Here, give this to
your grandfather.
You'd be surprised.
I am, Mother.
I judged him out of
hand, I fear, at first,
on first meeting, and
that's always a mistake.
Now, Belle...
She's winning him over.
But I thought she hated him.
Well, she probably
does, but since
she can't stop the marriage,
she needs to direct it.
Have you heard Ned?
Talking about living down here
instead of going
East as we planned.
Well, your mother is cunning.
What on Earth can I do?
- Well, you are her daughter.
- Yes, and I'm helpless.
No, no, that's what I say when
I mean you are her daughter,
for you're very like
her in many ways.
So fight her.
You don't want to let
her win him over, do you?
No. No, I don't.
And I won't.
Then, shall we unleash
the dogs of war?
Yes. Yes, I think...
I think we shall.
Oh, what a delicious sense
of humor you have, Ned!
What a ridiculous wit!
Why, Helen, baby,
you aren't laughing.
Didn't you hear
the story, honey?
Yes, it was very funny.
Ned has such a fund
of humorous stories,
just like your father,
heaven rest his soul.
Come over here, Ned. Talk to me.
Now, no fair, Father Durand,
stealing the guest of
honor all for yourself.
But I have such a
short time on Earth,
while you three still have
him for another 30 years,
from the looks of those
cast-iron arteries of yours.
Father Durand!
Go humor him before
he insults us all mortally
and to the quick.
Pull up a chair,
Ned. Sit over here.
Thank you, sir.
Um.
Oh, Helen, baby, you
haven't got your tea.
Now, here.
She has you hooked.
She's not half as
bad as I thought.
Ah, she's charming you.
Well, that's not as bad
as being denounced as a
savage every five minutes.
You know, down here
you have to learn to get
along with your in-laws.
This house and this park... It
kind of gets under your skin.
I'm beginning to like it.
Even though you're looking
straight at me... a bad example?
You've had a perfect life,
doing what you wanted,
reading, thinking, everything.
Well, I have been happy, yes,
but it's not been
a perfect life.
You see, nothing
was accomplished.
The perfect shape,
of course, is a circle,
and, in a way, my life has
recreated that perfect shape.
My life has been a zero.
Theresa! Anybody home?
Oh, I am sorry. I didn't
know there was a family...
Oh, come in, Winter. Come in.
My, now we're all together.
One big happy family.
What's this thing
you're bringing?
Oh, this is one of
Mother's prized begonias.
She wants you to have it.
Theresa, I do hope it's
all right, my coming here.
Why, of course.
Besides, I want you and
Ned to know each other,
to be good friends.
Put that thing
over there, Winter,
and come and sit
right beside me.
No hard feelings, Winter?
No hard feelings.
As mother would say, it doesn't
matter whether you win or lose,
but how you play the game.
I congratulate you.
That's very nice of you, Winter.
Winter, come on over here
and tell me how that angel
incarnate, your mother, is.
Oh, Mother's been
feeling kind of poorly lately.
The doctor thinks
it's hepatitis.
Oh, no, not hepatitis!
Oh, I am sorry.
Everybody seems to
be getting it these days.
I read somewhere
that it comes from the
spray they put on apples.
Mother doesn't like apples.
Well, it's probably in the air.
Helen, here's Winter.
Say hello, honey.
Hello, Winter,
welcome to the family.
Oh. Ignore Miss Sly Puss.
I almost forgot!
There's great
news in this house.
Oh, you mean the wedding?
Well, I should have
said "second great news."
The wedding, of
course, is next week,
but something almost as good.
Ned, you tell him.
Well, it's about
that old shed...
I mean the pavilion out there.
We decided...
That is, I've decided
to let it stay the way it is.
I gave the order this morning.
You mean it's not
being torn down?
No, your... your mother
and I talked it over yesterday.
But it spoils the whole
look of the project.
Well, Helen, baby,
whose side are you on?
Well, it's not that important,
so we're letting it stand.
Isn't it grand?
He's not a vandal
like I really feared.
He's going to help
us keep things lovely,
the way they were.
Aren't you thrilled, Helen?
Oh, Father.
He's one of us now.
Oh, as I always say, heaven
helps those who help themselves.
Northstar Building, Chicago.
That's right.
Oh, hiya, George.
Yeah.
Got your girl there?
Put her on the line, too.
I've got a memo from Welch.
That's right.
He's getting married... a real
high-class southern family.
Yeah.
You ready?
All right, here it goes.
"I have decided, after
considerable deliberation,
to retain the small building
at the entrance to
the housing project,
which belonged formerly
to the Durand family
and is known as a gazebo."
G-a-z-e-b-o.
Isn't that a word for you?
"The building will need
some minor repairs,
but it will be a fine memorial
to more gracious days."
So help me, I'm
not making this up.
That's what it says...
"more gracious days."
Yeah.
And another Yankee
bites the southern dust.
The ceremony was very
moving, sir, very moving.
Do you realize that no
one yet has said to me,
"You have not lost
a granddaughter,
but gained a grandson"?
Well, I don't believe
that's the usual thing
to be said to grandparents,
but to parents.
I bow, Winter, to your
vast knowledge of the usual.
Why, thank you, sir.
Isn't it wonderful, Father?
A wedding in the house again!
Yes, yes, it is.
Theresa was the last
bride in this house.
Oh, what a day! What a day!
Oh, you know, the whole
garden district is here.
I was just saying, Theresa,
you were the last bride in
this house so many years ago.
Oh, remember what the
paper said of my appearance?
"Moonlight on camellias."
But this is my daughter's day.
Now, where is she?
Oh, my handsome
son-in-law, hello.
I feel like I've met
a thousand people.
Oh, you're seeing us as we
are, that's all, as we really are.
Where's Helen?
- Where's our radiant bride?
- I don't know.
Oh, she'll be right back.
She had something to do.
Something to do? A
bride on her wedding day?
You must take her in hand, Ned.
Wear the trousers in the
family from the very start.
My husband did, and I
have never regretted it.
Women like to feel a
firm hand at the tiller.
Oh, what a lovely western light!
The sun must have
changed its position
because we haven't
had the sunsets lately,
your project being in the way.
What a heavenly light.
I've never seen such a sunset.
Miss Theresa, there's
a fire down in the yard!
A fire?
Oh, no.
Oh, it's the gazebo!
No! Who did this?
Who set fire to it?
You. You told them to burn it.
You vandal, you devil!
I trusted you, and
you set that fire!
I didn't do it. I don't
know how it started.
- I set the fire, Mother.
- Helen!
You?
It was my present to
Ned, my wedding gift.
You're insane.
The pavilion spoiled everything.
He only left it because of us.
I couldn't let him do that.
And I got the license
to burn the building.
First constructive
thing I've done in years,
burning down that old eyesore.
Oh, I used to sit there
on summer nights.
It's gone, Mother.
Give it up.
Don't grieve, Mother.
We are going to
Chicago, aren't we, Ned?
I guess we have to.
Sure, Helen, we'll go,
if that's what you want.
That's just what I want.
Just like your mother... The
line of succession goes on.
Heaven helps those
that help themselves.
Oh, it's all so wonderful.
It's just like a fairy tale.
Now we can all wake up.
- The spell is broken.
- And I have the princess.
Well, don't weep, daughter.
Life isn't over just because
an old shed is burned down
on a wedding day.
They've taken everything down.
Everything lovely's gone.
I tried so hard...
so hard.
Mr. Welch, I am the
mother of Winter Duval,
and I feel that I
know you already.
Oh, why, look at
that bonfire out there.
Isn't that something?
Trust Theresa to
do the right thing.
In the old days, we always had
bonfires for special occasions.
We had bonfires and fireworks.
And if I know my Theresa,
there will be fireworks at dusk.
It was such a lovely
wedding, Helen, little Helen.
And how like your
sainted mother you looked
in that glorious place.
Just like your
mother all over again.
I wept my eyes
out when I saw you,
and I thought of
Theresa's wedding
and how it was
happening all over again,
life going on and on.
And to think, later tonight,
fireworks on the lawn.
But now Betty Furness
wants to talk about
danger in the night.
Driving at night in bad
weather can be dangerous,
but now you're so much
safer if your car is equipped
with Westinghouse
safety beam head lamps.
Of course, this one
is greatly enlarged.
With your present head
lamps, you probably get light
that strays upward like this
and makes it hard to see.
But Westinghouse inserts
a special glare shield
which eliminates
that unwanted light.
That means the glare
usually reflected from fog
and rain particles is cut off.
So you can see people
and objects down the road
that you couldn't see before.
Only Westinghouse
gives you this protection
on both high and low beams
for extra safety in
country or city driving.
Westinghouse safety
beam head lamps
are extra safe in
clear weather, too,
because you get 25% more light.
It shows 80 feet
farther down the road.
Remember, you can get two
Westinghouse safety beam
head lamps for only $3.60.
All that wonderful safety
for less than a tankful of gas.
Get them at your service station
or automotive dealer tomorrow,
and remember...
Yeah, I saw your
picture in the paper,
and I heard about the
captions being mixed up.
But the paper's closed
till Monday morning now,
and there's nothing
anybody can do about it.
But you got the
whole weekend to hide.
If I were you, I'd run.
Next Monday,
"Westinghouse Studio One"
stars James Dunn
in the exciting story
about a man who had
a picture in the paper.
You know, Westinghouse
has just introduced
the most beautiful
coffee maker ever made.
Its brand-new,
jet-action coffee making
gives you real, old-fashioned
coffee goodness in every cup.
And see? This spout never drips.
Get the beautiful new
Westinghouse coffee maker,
only $29.95.
Westinghouse dealers everywhere
are cooperating with the
National Safety Council
in their campaign to
eliminate the hidden danger
from old, discarded
refrigerators.
Do your part by
removing doors or latches.
Ask your friends to help
with this public service
in your neighborhood.
Next Wednesday night, May 4th,
over most of these
same stations,
don't miss "The
Best of Broadway,"
starring Joseph Cotton,
Piper Laurie, Gene Nelson,
Keenan Wynn, Martha
Hyer, and Akim Tamiroff
in an exciting production of
the famous hit "Broadway."
That's Wednesday night,
May 4th, on Westinghouse,
"The Best of Broadway."
Be with us again
for "Studio One"
a week from tonight.
Until then, this is Paul
Branson saying good night.
"Studio One" originated
live from New York City.