Far from Heaven

Mother! Mother, can I sleep over at Hutch's tonight?

Mrs. Hutchinson gave permission.

Not tonight, David. Your father and I are going out,

and I need you to look after your sister.

Aw, shucks. Now move out of the way so Mother can park.

Sherry Seeger says they only cost five or six dollars.

Please, Mother. Please, can I?

Oh, Sybil, thank heavens. Well, I knew you were going to the grocery.

David, please help Sybil unload the car.

How come Janice doesn't got to? Doesn't have to.

Because Janice is carrying in all her belongings...

and marching straight upstairs into a bath.

Your father and I have an engagement tonight, so I want you to have a nice early dinner.

And help Sybil. Yes, ma'am.

Sybil, did Mr. Whitaker call while I was out? Not since you've been gone.

How do you like that guy? Mother, can I please get them?

Janice, I said we'd discuss it with your father. Now hurry on inside.

David, put your bike away and help with the groceries.

Where's your jacket? It's inside.

Well, hello, stranger.

Aren't I seeing you in about three hours' time? You are.

But I just left the caterers and I had to dash over.

Oh, you have the samples? You bet.

Oh, come inside. You just caught me actually.

I could only stay a second. I still have loads to do.

David, what did I tell you? I'm getting the last bag.

And imagine with the table setting I showed you.

The aqua trim. Is that smart? Oh, yes.

You like? Mm-hmm.

Well, I'll call the caterer in the morning, you confirm with Dorothy on the deposit...

and, honey, we're in business.

Magnatech '57, here we come. You betcha.

Thanks for stopping by, El. I'll see you at 8:00.

You know Frank... on the dot.

Mother? Mm-hmm.

When you were a little girl, you looked just like me, right?

Mm-hmm.

So, when I grow up, does that mean I'll look like you?

Is that what you want, darling, to look like me?

Yes, I hope I look exactly as pretty as you.

What a lovely compliment coming from my perfectly lovely daughter.

7:15.

Where on Earth is your father?

Sybil, did I leave my gloves on the hall table?

Yes, I see them.

It's nearly 20 after and Mr. Whitaker still hasn't phoned?

I'm at my wits' end. Oh, thank you, Sybil.

I tried phoning the office even though I knew no one would be there.

I certainly hope that's him, because if it isn't...

Whitaker residence. This is the Hartford Police Department...

calling for a Mrs. Frank Whitaker.

Who is it? The police department.

Hello?

Yes, am I speaking with a Mrs. Frank Whitaker? Yes.

One moment, please.

Cathy? Oh, Frank.

Are you all right? What happened? Everything's fine.

It was all just a big mix up...

the whole thing.

But you have to come get me. They won't let me leave on my own.

Oh, Frank, don't worry, darling. I'll be there as soon as I can.

Is there anything I can do, Mrs. Whitaker?

Just keep an eye on the children, please. I don't think I'll be very long.

Big time faggot. Family man. Never can tell.

Say, get a load of this one. You don't see that every day of the week.

This is your copy, ma'am, and your receipt.

Thank you.

Oh, Frank.

I tell you one thing...

if it hadn't been for that snivelling junior cop,

they would have never gone through this whole charade in the first place.

Instead of trying to save face... I saw that guy that they were after, that loiterer.

But they wouldn't listen to me.

So, there were drinks after work?

What do you mean? They said something, intoxication level, something...

Christ, I had one lousy cocktail with Bill after work going over the portfolio.

Should I be arrested for that too? No, of course not, darling.

The whole thing has just put me in a foul state.

He's fine. Oh, the car's fine.

Frank says it was the bumper that got hit.

But you know me, I can't tell the difference.

Oh, I'm just sorry we had to miss it.

She was fine.

Said it was all a dreadful bore, what with Mona Lauder...

and her gossip. Cathy,

I'm sorry.

Darling, you've nothing to be sorry for.

It was all just a silly, wretched mistake.

Ohh.

I'm so tired.

Of course you are.

You sleep now.

The bus is here. Have a good day at school.

Bye.

I thought you were going to have another piece of toast.

It's late. I should be getting down there.

Can I at least fix you lunch? No, thank you, dear. I've got lunch meetings all week.

It's portfolio season.

Sybil, if that's the milkman, his check is in the drawer.

I'm just glad you're feeling better, dear.

Thank you, darling.

Pardon me, ma'am, sir.

Mrs. Whitaker, this is Mrs. Leacock.

She said she had an appointment with you this morning.

Oh, jiminy, I completely forgot the time. Please forgive me.

I do apologize, Mrs. Whitaker,

but candid views are always the best.

Good-bye, darling. Good-bye, dear.

Mrs. Leacock. Pleasure, Mr. Whitaker.

Your husband's a very charming man, Mrs. Whitaker.

Thank you. We're rather fond of him ourselves.

Now, please, won't you come in? Make yourselves at home.

I suppose I still can't imagine...

why you would want an interview with someone like me in the first place.

Readers of the Weekly Gazette, Mrs. Whitaker...

women just like yourself...

with families and homes to keep up.

A good society paper...

need not be a gossip rag.

You are the proud wife...

of a successful sales executive... planning the parties,

and posing at her husband's side on the advertisements.

To everyone here in Connecticut,

you are Mr. and Mrs. Magnatech.

Thank you. I'm very flattered.

But, really, my life is like any other wife or mother's.

In fact, I don't think I've, I've ever wanted anything...

What is it, dear?

I think I just saw someone walking through our yard.

What on Earth...

Oh, my... Mrs. Whitaker, perhaps you should call the police.

Excuse me.

May I help you?

Who are you?

I'm sorry, ma'am. My name is Raymond Deagan... Otis Deagan's son.

I was just taking over some of his...

Oh, you're Otis's son.

Yes.

I...I'm terribly sorry for speaking to you in that manner.

I...I didn't know who was in my yard.

Oh, no need. How is your father? I know he was in the hospital.

Yes, well,

my father's passed away, I'm afraid.

Oh...

Oh, I... I had no idea. I'm, I'm so very sorry.

Please, accept our deepest condolences.

Your father was a wonderful, dedicated man.

Thank you. Mrs. Whitaker?

The caterer's on the line. Oh, thank you, Sybil.

I beg your pardon. Would you excuse me for just a moment? Of course.

Mrs. Leacock, I'm terribly sorry.

I'll just be one minute more. That's fine, dear.

Good morning, Magnatech International? How may I direct your call?

Good morning, Mr. Whitaker. Good morning, Kitty.

Lovely dress you're wearing. Thank you, sir.

Good morning, Marlene, Stan.

Good morning, Mr. Whitaker. How's the second-best golfer in Hartford this morning?

Somebody break the books already?

Don't tell me our wives' party budgets finally came in.

It's almost as fatal. Millstein called.

Looks like New York just shaved a week off portfolio deadline.

You've got to be kidding me. I wish I were.

What are they trying to do, strangle us to death?

Does Doug know? Yeah, I called him first thing.

All right. Get Doug and the others.

Call a portfolio meeting for lunch today.

Marlene, see if you can reschedule the production review for dinner.

And, uh, could you get my wife on the phone, please?

Thanks, Stan.

Mrs. Whitaker is on line one.

Oh, Frank. I'm sorry.

No, no, I understand.

I just wish you wouldn't overwork yourself, especially after...

I know.

I will.

See you then.

Good-bye, dear.

I'm terribly sorry about all the interruptions.

Now, where was it you wanted me?

Just one more at the fireplace.

That's it.

Now smile. Isn't that darling?

Hold it.

Well, I guess that about wraps it up.

Bob, Rick. Gentlemen.

You're sure you're all right getting home, sir?

Thank you, Davis. But as 2nd in command of the U.S.S. McMillan,

I do feel equipped to locate my own car without cover.

Very good, sir. Bright and early.

Sir, can you spare some change, please?

Spare change? Anything would help.

Spare change?

Where ya headed, tiger?

Look out, Jake!

Oh, for heaven's sake.

David, that is the third time I've told you to turn off that infernal racket and go to bed.

Can I please just this once?

No, you certainly may not, and that is final.

Ah, geez. That is not the kind of language we use in this house.

Now march.