Desert Hearts

Beg you pardon.

-Can I help you, miss? -Please.

-I'll bring this for you. -Thank you.

Professor Bell?

- Call me Vivian. - Welcome to Reno.

I am down the street that way.

- Hi Frances. - Hello, Burnett.

- I have space in my car. - No, not such luck.

Well, looking forward to some good desert living?

I'm looking forward to get these shoes of.

It's awful when your legs hurts.

It's a kindest thing I've heard in three days.

- How long have you been married honey? - 12 years.

Oh, no,no. we handle all that.

Quint, that's the lucky one.

Sure could have used it last night.

See you in six weeks, madam.

Soon as we are out of this place you can tell me all about yourself.

I used to be a feature dancer in that casino over there, 100 years ago.

You got any kids?

We were a professional couple.

My man was a professional too he was a prominent attorney here in town.

- Went with a heart attack at 41. - Sorry.

How long have you been alone?

I'm not alone, I got my boy with me.

My girl works right over there at the Golden Ring.

She's got Glen's wild streak running right thru her.

I have always lived in the city.

I Don't know what to do with all this space.

I think of it as a God's backyard.

Just sit back and let it clean out the impurities.

-And the heat? -Lots of ice tea and no deep thinking.

I'll buy that.

Oh, brother!

-What are you doing at this hour? - I have things to do.

-Professor Bell, Cay Rivvers. -How do you do.

-Shall I call you professor? -Vivian Bell.

Put that damned car forward!

Jesus!

Three guesses who that was.

- Do you mind if I smoke? - Sure don't.

Never would have guessed you smoked.

Can I be honest with you, Frances?

It's a dying art. So be my guest.

Things are .. a little bit shaky for me at the moment.

-Appreciate for sharing that. -I really can't be part of the gang right now.

Just leave it to me.

Thanks.

Walter, we're here!

Walter, shake hands with professor Vivian.

-Hi. -Hello.

-You are younger than I expected. -I'll take that as a compliment.

Get the bags, Walter.

You gonna love it here.

Well, here it is.

Nice, he?

It's lovely.

-Oh, Walter will take you to your room. -Thank you.

-The bathroom is over there. -Thank you.

What do you teach?

I teach English literature at Columbia University.

116th Street, Broadway, New York, New York.

I know you want me to hang around and give you a history of the ranch.

How did you guess, Walter?

Why did I not stay in a hotel?

Feel it burn .. and start to yearn

to hold you tight

- Guess what, baby girl. - What?

-I am engaged. -OK

He babe.

- Isn't that a pretty sight? - Careful it don't blind.

And...

I'm not pregnant.

Joe and I are settling down. You and Darrel should follow suit.

We could go away together on vacation.

Don't you know by now it doesn't happen with Darrel.

I am getting tired of defending your reputation.

I'm used to people talking behind my back.

But if you did not accept who I am..

that would really be tough.

Hey, you're the best.

And all the best people know it.

Thank you

Good luck. Thank you.

- Would you like to play that all, sir? - Sherman.

All right Sherman, would you like to play that all?

Oh I'll rather play you off, honey.

Why don't you apologize to the lady, buddy.

-Apologize, man. -Sorry.

That makes two of us.

-Thanks. -You're okay?

Yeah.

- A cup of tea? - Frances!

-Do you have any bourbon? -Sure do.

Matter of fact, I'll join you.

Would not do you any harm to have several.

It's the weather.

Oh get myself out.

You sound like Cay.

Locks herself in that cottage and works until she drops.

-What is she working? -She sculpts.

Oh, don't look at that stuff

A lot of sentimental junk. I have no taste.

That is Glen, Cay's father.

I had Walter by him.

I'm not Cay's mother you know.

I'm her ...

I do not know what I am.

Not anything really.

A pair of hands and a familiar face.

Thank you

God, look at him.

Handsome as day is long.

And married.

I lived with him 10 years.

Maybe I didn't get a bridal bouquet to add to my collection.

But I have what I wanted.

I had a love of my own.

That is a beautiful song.

You had more than most people dare hope for.

Do not pay attention.

I'm just babbling.

I am a silly woman.

I don't think you are a silly woman, Frances.

Hi.

You and me should make a raisins and cream pie.

-I'm too depressed. -In this air?

She'll be be fine when she's rid of that creep.

Larry is not a creep.

Any man who leaves a woman for a model is a creep in my book.

I do not know which is worse.

A cheater or a hobby man.

At least you can share a hobby, Lucille.

We would all like to have a new past.

Good morning!

Good morning.

-I come down to stretch my legs. -It's was about time.

What have you been doing in that room for the last five days?

Whatever it is, it is too deep for us to understand.

Come, sit down. Join the girl talk.

We were discussing sex vs. marriage.

No, I'm not an expert in either category so I'll excuse myself.

I heard that your culture types go at it like banshees.

- Lucille! - Is that true?

Actually banshees were folklore woman wailing for the dead.

Perhaps you meant to say "monkeys".

Hey!

Well, I'll start with my pie.

Lucille, would you drop Cays' mail by the cottage?

I'll take it.

I'm going for a walk, anyway.

Just slip it under the door.

I mean you don't have to knock!

- Morning! - Morning!

I was just passing by.

Thanks.

You want to come in?

-I'd love to but you're busy. -Come in anyway.

To see if I can take it all in one glance.

Have a look around.

I can't do it if you are watching me.

- Hi! - Hi....!

Hello

-Where is Cay? -I am here. You go back to sleep.

Sorry. I was not alone.

Fine. Socialization was not what I had in mind, anyway.

You get all that traffic with no equipment ...

beyond me.

-Where are you off to? -Lawyers appointment.

No sense in taking two cars!

-I do not want to intrude. -Will you bring her back?

Oh, don't worry about that. Hop out, Gwen.

You have a car for today and save me a trip.

Cay, drive like a lady.

Someone used it for an ashtray. Come in up front.

Long time without seeing you, Mrs. Parker.

I'm handling it.

-Vivian, this is my friend, Gwen. -From the cottage.

Yes, nice to see you again.

-Are you serious? -About what?

Listening to this funeral music for one.

You know this piece, Vivian?

Yes, it is Prokofiev. A suite for three oranges. Lovely, isn't it?

I better get to the record store before they sell out.

Oh, come on, Gwen. We all have a sensitive side.

I do not recall you mentioning that last night.

-Thank you. -Do you want me to wait?

I am sure you have better things to do than wait for me.

Oh listen, I am sorry about the drive in.

You know why I am here for. I don't need to understand your friends.

I'll leave the key here.

I have more important things to think than how I'll go back.

Oh, but thanks anyway!

You're welcome.

Here is from the agreement, Dr. Bell is walking off with the whole store.

I've always supported myself.

Other than my books there's nothing I want.

Is there a third party?

No

Rare women, walks out with no strings.