All language subtitles for All That Heaven Allows (1955) Criterion 23.976

- Hi, Cary.
- Hello, Sara.

As usual, Cary, you're way ahead of me.

I haven't even had time to think of
my trees, much less get them pruned.

Oh! I can't take credit for that.

Martin always made
the arrangements with the nursery.

After his death,
the service just automatically continued.

Not that I haven't the time.

With the children away except for
the weekends, I've got nothing but time.

Yes, I know.

Well, that's enough about that.
Let's have our lunch. it's all ready.

Darling, I feel like a perfect heel,
but I can't have lunch.

Oh?

I would have phoned, but I wanted
to bring back the dishes I borrowed.

Sometimes, Cary, I think
you're smart not to be a club woman.

Sometimes I wonder,
but it's just not for me.

- I hope you didn't go to a lot of trouble for lunch.
- No, I didn't.

It's George, of course. He just phoned
that he's bringing out a weekend guest.

Last-minute notice as usual.

And what with a hundred other things to do,
I've got to dig up a date tonight...

- for this ─ this Mr. Allenby.
- A date?

Oh, now look. He's 40, which means
he'll consider any female over 18 too old.

We might as well face it.
Well, I've got to be off.

Oh, uh, how about joining us
tonight at the club for dinner?

Well, no, Sara, I don't think I'd better.

Don't be silly. I'll phone Harvey.
Pick you up around 7:30, hmm?

- Harvey?
- Oh, well, at least he's available.

- Bye, darling.
- Good-bye.

- Could I help you, Mrs. Scott?
- Well, yes, thank you.

- Just put it right there.
- All right.

- Would you like to have some hot coffee?
- Yeah, thanks.

Perhaps you'd like
to share my lunch with me.

My friend couldn't stay,
and I have plenty of food.

I have chicken and salad and some rolls.

- Oh, just a roll and some coffee will do.
- All right.

- Won't you sit down?
- Mm-hmm.

I was just wondering
if there's much to be done.

- Everything looks so wonderful.
- Not much.

Do you think you'll finish today,
or will you have to come back?

Hmm, probably will.

I often wish I knew more about gardening.

Do you think I ought to take it up?

Only if you think you'd like it.

- I'm Mrs. Scott.
- Yes, I know.

- I'm Ron Kirby.
- Oh, you're Mr. Kirby's son.

Mm-hmm.

I took over the nursery three years ago...

when my father died.

Have you been
coming here ever since?

Mm-hmm. Every spring and every autumn.

This may be my last year.

At agricultural school, I got interested
in trees. So I started growing them.

What kind of trees?

All kinds.

White fir, Douglas fir, silver tip spruce.

- Do I have any?
- No.

But you have some just as interesting.

Like this Koelreuteria.

In China where it comes from,
they call it the Golden Rain Tree.

Beautiful, isn't it?

They say it can only thrive
near a home where there's love.

- It's a beautiful legend.
- Mm-hmm.

Well, I'd better get back to work.

Thank you for the coffee.

- Mother?
- Hey, Mother!

Here I am.

- Hello, darlings.
- Hi.

- Ned.
- Hi, Mom.

I didn't expect you home until tomorrow.

Well, I didn't have a class today,
so I phoned Kay from Princeton─

And I was catching up
on some case histories─

the bane of the social worker─
so I brought them along.

- When's dinner?
- I've been invited out for dinner.

- Where are you going?
- Sara's giving a party over at the club.

I'll have to get dressed. Harvey's
gonna pick me up in a little while.

Harvey?

Oh, that's all right.
I'll go fix the cocktails.

- Harvey likes my martinis.
- Ned, the martini wizard.

- Have you been seeing much of Harvey lately?
- No, dear, he's been out of town.

- Florida, I think.
- I like Harvey.

He's pleasant, amusing,
and he acts his age.

If there's anything I can't stand,
it's an old goat.

As Freud says, when we reach a certain age,
sex becomes incongruous.

I think Harvey understands that.

All in all, he's remarkably civilized.

And the only bachelor around here.

I'll admit, he does have his drawbacks.

He talks too much about his health, but when
you get to be his age, it's understandable.

Of course, it's normal
to fall apart as one grows older.

But I can see it might be hard to accept.

Although naturally it doesn't matter as
much with men as it does with women, but ─

Oh, I guess Harvey's
intelligent enough anyway to ─

Are you reading this?

What, dear?

It's about time you wore something
besides that old black velvet.

- Is it?
- Of course.

Personally, I never subscribed
to that old Egyptian custom.

- At least I think it was Egypt.
- What Egyptian custom?

Of walling up the widow alive in the
funeral chamber of her dead husband...

along with all of his other possessions.

The theory being
that she was a possession too...

so she was supposed to
journey into death with him.

And the community saw to it that she did.

- Of course, that doesn't happen anymore.
- Doesn't it?

- Well, perhaps not in Egypt.
- What do you mean?

Oh, nothing, darling.
Come on. Let's go downstairs.

Holy cats, Mother.

I've had it for quite a while.
I just haven't worn it.

- Do you like it?
- I guess it's all right.

But isn't it cut kind of low?

- Hope it doesn't scare Harvey off.
- Oh!

- A typical Oedipus reaction.
- A what?

A son subconsciously resents
his mother being attractive to other men.

We call it an Oedipus complex.

Happens all the time.

- Good evening, Harvey.
- Cary, my dear. Well!

- And Kay!
- Hi, Harvey.

- Sir, you'll have a cocktail before you go?
- We have time.

And he's mixed it especially for you.

- Come and sit down, Harvey.
- Thank you.

- We've missed you.
- I'm glad.

- Did you enjoy Florida?
- Perfect, Kay. Perfect. Cary ─

I discovered one of the most wonderful
doctors down there.

Cured one of my eternal colds like that!

- Mom, Harvey, the Scott special.
- Thank you, Ned.

Thank you.

Mmm!

Excellent, my boy. Excellent.

Well, I'm not sure the gin is as good as the
brand I usually use, but the vermouth is fair.

You mean those
two little drops you put in?

Kay, I hope for the sake of my liver
that you've miscounted.

Cary, you're looking lovely tonight.

- That color becomes you.
- Well, thank you, Harvey.

- Ned was afraid the dress might frighten you.
- Oh, nonsense.

It would take more ─
Perhaps I should say, less to scare me.

No, no, thank you, Ned.
One cocktail is my limit.

You know, my reform started...

the night your father won this trophy.

He filled it with champagne
and made us drink it.

I can still remember it.

- Boy! How many of you were there?
- Not enough.

- My dear, I think we better start, don't you?
- Yes, Harvey.

- Cary! Hi, Harvey.
- Hello, Bill.

- We never see you anymore.
- Cary, dear, it's been ages.

We used to have such fun together.

Why, Ann and I were laughing
the other night about the time Martin ─

Oh, here you are.
You can have her later. Come on, darling.

Cary! My favorite woman.
What'll it be, Cary? Harvey?

- Well, we had a martini at the house ─ -
Never switch the pitch. Same for you, Cary?

- Yes.
- Nothing for me, George. I've had my quota.

You'll need more than one to see you
through this party ─ all my fault too.

- And I've got him for the whole weekend.
- George! Hush.

Tom. Cary, I want you to meet Miss Frisbee.
Mr. Allenby, Mrs. Scott.

- Mrs. Scott.
- How do you do?

Hello. I've been telling your Mr.
Allenby...

he's awfully hard to resist.

Seems to be mutual.

- Sara!
- Hello, Sara, Cary.

Did you see? The Nortons are here together.
After all the talk ─

- What talk?
- Oh, Sara, don't quibble. You know
perfectly well what everyone's saying.

No, but I'm sure you do.

Cary! Oh, darling, how wonderful to
see you. I hardly recognized her.

It's indecent to have two grown children
and look as young as you do, isn't it?

Of course, there's nothing like red
for attracting attention, is there?

I suppose that's why so few widows wear it.
They'd have to be so careful.

- Hello, Howard.
- Hi! How about a dance, Cary?

- Well, I ─
- Go ahead, Cary.

All right. I'd like to.

That was a horrid thing to say, Mona.

Why, Sara,
what on earth do you mean?

I was only trying to cheer her up
by telling her how lovely she looked.

- But she didn't seem to need it, did she?
- Shall we have a drink, ladies?

- How are Mary and the children?
- Everybody's down with the flu.

- I'm sorry.
- Darn house is like a hospital. I had to get out.

Now I'm glad I did.

You're beautiful, Cary.
Too beautiful to be lonely.

I can never decide whether Howard's wife
is a saint or just not very bright.

She stays at home alone night after night.

- Yes, but she has the children.
- Even if she hasn't got Howard?

- What does that mean?
- Sara, don't bristle. Did I mention Cary?

You know, darling, I'm beginning to think
you have an evil mind.

Now, really.

- It's much nicer out here, isn't it?
- Yes.

That's where they're going
to build a new swimming pool.

Oh?

That's a wonderful place for it.

When do you think they'll ─

- Howard!
- Why don't we meet in New York?
I know a place.

Howard, let's forget you said that.

I'm sorry, Cary.
I don't know what got into me.

I know you're not like that.
I apologize for what I said.

Well, that's all right, Howard.

But I don't apologize for wanting you.

Why didn't Ned tell me about you before?

Think of all the time we've wasted.

You're off on a tangent.
Your values are confused.

I don't get it.

Well, look, the basic values of the sex
attraction between man and woman are ─

Oh, Mother and Harvey.

Well, I'll try to explain, but not here.

Here you are.

- Would you like a nightcap, Harvey?
- No, thank you, Cary.

It's way past my bedtime.
You know, it's been a wild night for me.

But I've enjoyed every minute of it.
I always enjoy being with you.

Well, thank you. I feel the same.

- Have your key?
- Yes.

Now, do you understand that much?

Frankly, no. But ─

All right, I'll ─ I'll try again.

Cary ─

I don't know whether you're ready
to think about marrying again.

Well, no, I ─
I don't think I'm ready, Harvey.

Of course, I realize
I'm not very romantic or impetuous ─

But then, you'd hardly
want that sort of thing.

I'm sure you feel as I do.

That companionship and affection
are the important things.

I could give you those, Cary.

Well...

I won't press you for a decision now.

- Good night, dear.
- Good night, Harvey.

And so you really didn't want to be
a football captain. You wanted love.

- Yes.
- No, not the romantic nonsense.

I mean basic love, the desire to be liked.

Football was merely a means to the end.

Of course, you do have the build for it.

How can anyone so little be so smart?

And yet so pretty?

- I'll see you Tuesday, Sara.
- Well, how long does this go on?

- Oh, you mean the pruning.
- Yes.

He was supposed to come back
a couple of weeks ago and finish up.

- I almost gave him up for lost.
- The independent type, huh?

- Good-bye, darling.
- Good-bye, Sara.

- Hello there.
- Hello.

I thought you deserted us.

- I've had a busy week.
- A busy two weeks.

- Have you been buying more trees?
- How did you guess?

Well, I ─
I was just going to make some fresh coffee.

- Would you like to have some?
- Oh, no, thank you. I'm all finished.

Oh, well, that means that we're not
going to see you again until next spring.

I won't be coming back next spring.

I'm giving up my maintenance work.

You see, growing trees is a full-time job.

At least the way I want to do it.

Don't worry. I'll find you someone.

Thank you.

Well, I ─ I guess this is good-bye.

I wish you a lot of luck with your trees.

Remember the silver tip spruce
I was telling you about?

Yes?

I was wondering, if you're not too busy...

you might like to come over
to my place and see them.

Well, I'm sorry,
but I'm afraid I can't today.

Oh, well, of course, if you can't.

- Oh, Mr. Kirby.
- Yes, Mrs. Scott?

Well, I was just thinking that maybe if ─

You've changed your mind?

All right. Let's go.

It certainly is out in the woods.

- Not what you expected?
- I thought you lived here.

I do.

I can see that a woman might not like it,
but it does very well for me.

If one likes to live in a glass house.

At night when I'm in bed
I can see the stars in the sky.

- And you have your plants.
- Mm-hmm.

- What a lovely color.
- That's a coleus.

The one on the other side is a dracaena.

Grows into sort of a tree.

- Oh, where are the trees?
- Right outside.

After you.

Of course,
they're only five-year-olds, but ─

Five years to grow that?
Don't you ever get impatient?

If you're impatient,
you have no business growing trees.

Someday I'm gonna tear down the old mill and
put in more silver tip spruce over there.

- What's in the old mill?
- Oh, nothing.

Could we go in?
I love to poke around old buildings.

That's the old millstone.

Grandpa used to grind his flour here.

Watch the cobwebs.

That's the loft
where he used to store his grain.

Oh!

Wedgwood.
If we could only find the pieces.

- What would you do with it?
- I'd steal it. I love Wedgwood.

It was probably thrown there
because the pieces were missing.

Better leave it.

Seen enough?

No, I haven't even started.

I suppose these old beams are rotted.

No, they're oak.
They're good for another hundred years.

And the stairs? What's up there?

I don't know.
I haven't been there since I was a kid.

- It's pretty dirty. Full of cobwebs and dust.
- Oh, I don't mind.

Did the bird frighten you, Mrs. Scott?

Well, it ─ it would frighten anyone.

A fireplace. Why, that makes it perfect.

Perfect? For what?

Why, a perfect place for you to live.

It would take a lot of work,
but it'd be worth it.

- I've got a place to live.
- Oh.

You don't intend to live
in that room all your life.

- I hadn't thought about it.
- Well, you'll have to one of these days.

- You'll meet a nice girl ─
- I've met plenty of girls.

Nice and ─
otherwise.

Well, not the right one.

And when you do ─
Or do you think you're not susceptible?

No. I don't think that.

Well, it's getting a little late.

I'm sorry. I ─
I wasn't trying to arrange your life.

After all, it's ─ it's none of my business.

I'm going upstate to buy some trees
for some friends of mine.

I'll be gone a couple of weeks.
I'll see you when I get back.

- No, I ─
- I'll see you.

- Hello, Cary!
- Hello, Sara.

I just dropped by to invite you for
dinner tonight. Mona and Mark are coming.

- Mona?
- I know, but I owe them a dinner.

And besides, Mona can be amusing
unless you happen to be her target.

I suppose I should say yes. After all,
I haven't been out since Harvey left town.

But Mona ─

I didn't mean that the way it sounded.

Look, Cary. You can't sit around here
with nothing to do.

You should at least get a television set.

- Oh, no!
- Why?

Because it's supposed to be
the last refuge for lonely women?

Well, that's very sweet of you, Sara,
but I don't want a television set.

Well, all right, but I've already spoken
to the local television man about you.

That charming Mr. Weeks.

- You know, you really should get one ─
- Excuse me.

Hello.

I was just going to drop in
on some friends of mine.

I thought you might like to come along.

Well, won't you come in?

Thank you.

They'll probably ask us to stay for dinner.

I have a guest right this minute.
Could you wait?

- Cary?
- Yes, Sara?

Cary ─

- Mrs. Warren, this is Mr. Kirby.
- Kirby.

How do you do, Mr. Kirby?
I can't stay. I'll see you tonight.

- Well, Sara ─
- Hmm?

Would you be terribly disappointed
if ─ if I didn't come tonight?

No, of course not. I understand if you're
not in the mood for Mona's gossip.

- We'll make it next week. Bye, Mr. Kirby.
- Good-bye, Mrs. Warren.

You are coming.

Well ─

Yes.

It'll be cold by the time we get back.
Better take a warm coat.

Hey, Mick!

I'll be right back. Hey, Mick!

- Hi, Ron.
- Hi.

- Hi!
- Hi!

- Cary, I'd like you to meet
Mick and Alida Anderson.
- How do you do?

- Hello.
- Hello, Cary.

What a nice surprise.
Come on upstairs.

- You're just in time for the clambake.
- Good.

- Come on in.
- Thank you.

- It's a little chilly in here.
- I'll have a fire in a moment.

I'll take your coat.

- Say, Ron, why don't you start it?
- Okay.

I'll make an Anderson special,
a talent I developed on the ulcer circuit.

Freely translated,
the advertising business.

You wouldn't believe it,
but he was once a V.l.P. in New York.

No, master. You're the one that taught him
to be a very independent person.

The only thing he ever taught me was
how to open a wine bottle with my teeth.

To hear them tell it,
you'd think they'd spent the war...

- crawling from wine cellar to wine cellar.
- We did!

Oh!
Make Cary comfortable, will you, Ron?

All right. Sit down, Cary.

- What did you say about me outside?
- When?

When he looked at me and laughed.

Oh, I told him you had
the prettiest legs I'd ever seen.

- Here is the Anderson special.
- Oh, it's heavy!

Here. Put the cauldron on the fire,
will you, old man?

- You're in for a shore dinner.
- Hope you like it.

- I do.
- Good.

- Here you are, Cary.
- Thank you.

- Alida.
- Thank you.

And here's to those who wish us well,
and those that don't can go to Hackensack.

Salud.

- Ah!
- Mmm!

- How do you like it?
- They're marvelous. What's in them?

Well, first you get some ice, two jiggers
of Clements, a little twist of ─

- Put in the ─
- Mick, stop it.

You can help me bring up some wine from the
cellar. That should make you feel at home.

We'll be right back.

- Mick, how many are coming tonight?
- You never can tell.

Oh, that's so true.
You never know with that boy.

Which means I better get busy.

- Can I help you?
- Oh, no, make yourself comfortable.

"The mass of men lead lives
of quiet desperation.

Why should we be in
such desperate haste to succeed?

If a man does not keep pace
with his companions...

perhaps it's because
he hears a different drummer.

Let him step to the music which he hears,
however measured...

or far away."

- Why, that's beautiful.
- That's Mick's bible.

He quotes from it constantly.

- Alida, please let me help.
- All right. Come on.

Kind of heavy.

- Is it Ron's bible too?
- Hmm?

I don't think Ron's ever read it.
He just lives it.

I'm making a table.
Would you put it in the middle there?

All right.

Thank you.

- Alida?
- Hmm?

What did you mean
when you said that Ron taught Mick?

Well, it's ─ it's kind of hard to explain.

I guess all of us
are looking for security these days.

You see, Mick thought ─
well, like a lot of other people ─

that if he had money and an important
position it would make him secure.

Then when he met Ron who didn't have
either one and didn't seem to need them...

he was completely baffled.

The answer was so simple,
it took Mick a long time to figure it out.

What was the answer?

"To thine own self be true." That's Ron.

You see, Ron's security
comes from inside himself.

And nothing can ever
take it away from him.

Ron absolutely refuses
to let unimportant things become important.

And that's what Mick and I were doing.
We were.

In fact, things got so bad
between us that...

right before he went to Korea
we were thinking of a separation.

Oh, no. You seem so happy.

Not then. We weren't happy then.

Our whole life was devoted
to keeping up with the Joneses.

But when Mick was wounded
and had a lot of time to think...

he decided to get off that merry-go-round.

When he came back,
he put it right up to me.

- Alida!
- Yeah?

My room's a mess,
but don't bother. I'm off!

- Oh, wait a minute. Come here.
- I can't. I'm late. I'll see you tomorrow.

- Mary Ann! What time?
- I don't know.

Sometime in the afternoon, I guess.

- Ron!
- Oh, Mary Ann.

- I didn't know you were coming.
- Why, sure.

- Now I'm disappointed.
- Why?

Well, I thought it was just another
of Mick and Alida's get-togethers...

but if I'd known you ─

- Well, I want a rain check.
- Name it.

- To go swimming with you at the old pond again.
- No, no, no. it's too cold.

- Well, how about sailing then?
- Fine.

- Before it gets too cold for that too.
- I don't care. I have a Windbreaker.

- Well, what about me?
- You'll be warm enough.

Oh, you never take me seriously.

Drive carefully, Mary Ann.

My young cousin.
She's spending the winter with us.

She thought our party sounded pretty dull, so
she arranged to stay over with a girlfriend.

- Think this will be enough?
- Yes.

Mick, would you give me a hand, darling?

Say, what have you girls been doing?
I thought you'd have the heavy work done.

- Put the bottles down.
- You think 16 will be enough?

With this crowd? Are you kidding?

- Thanks, Dad.
- You betcha.

Oh, no, thanks, honey, but there's
some tablecloths in the right-hand drawer.

I think you'll find them.

- Lobsters have arrived!
- Look, I got 'em!

Hey, Manuel! Thank you!

- I caught myself this morning!
- This is Manuel, the lobster king.

Hello!

It's my pleasure.
She's beautiful! My wife, Rozanne.

¡Qué bonita! ¡Tanto gusto!

- Mi hija, Marguerita.
- How do you do?

Marguerita is a very good cook.
Look, she make this corn bread ─

- Hey, hey, hey! Get your paws off!
- You put manteca on there. Oh, it's the best.

- Alida!
- How have ya been? it's so good seeing you.

Put your coats down right over there.

You will love the lobsters.
Mick, let me help you.

Well, Grandpa! How are ya?
Let me take your coat.

Cary, this is Grandpa Adams.
He's a beekeeper and an artist.

- You must see his one-man show next month.
- Why, I hope to.

Of course, Miss Cary,
I'm not an abstractionist.

- Strictly primitive.
- Oh.

- You know everybody here.
- Come on in, Grandpa!

Edna, what a beautiful cake!

Cary, I want you to meet Miss Pidway...

head of the Audubon Society here
and an outstanding bird-watcher.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

- Glass of wine, Manuel?
- Two glasses of wine for Manuel.

Two? Ah, my friend.

- A dollar says you can't.
- Why, put it on your bill.

I've never seen this done before.

- I wouldn't try that with my new teeth!
- Oh, no.

♪ My, my, my, I have rovey eye ♪

♪ How he fly all around the town ♪

♪ Eye, eye, eye Every passerby ♪

♪ He look-a her up
He look-a her down ♪

♪ Ooh-hoo, ooh-hoo ♪

- ♪ Lady, what a pleasant view ♪
- Thank you.

♪ Ooh-hoo ♪

♪ L make the flirty eye at you ♪

♪ My, my, my, no more rovey eye ♪

♪ No more fly all around the town ♪

♪ Not since I find a passerby ♪

♪ She look-a me up
Me look-a her down ♪

♪ She and me, we go to town ♪

Hey, Mick, take over.

♪ Da-da, da-da, da,
da, da-da, da ♪

♪ Da-da, da ♪

♪ Ah, ha, ha ♪

Faster, Mick!

Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Oh!

Hey, everybody! The lobsters!

Get 'em out of the way. There!

- Mrs. Scott?
- Yes?

I'm Mr. Weeks. Your friend Mrs. Warren told
me you might be interested in television.

- Well, I'm sorry ─
- Most of my ladies tell me TV gives them
something to do with their time.

Mrs. Warren has made a mistake.
I'm not interested in television.

- I'm in a terrible hurry. Will you excuse me?
- Well, may I call again, Mrs. Sco ─

When you called me to hurry, I hurried.

Did you have anything better to do
of a Saturday afternoon?

No, as a matter of fact,
the children aren't coming up this weekend.

After you.

Ooh!

What you've done to it!

And the fireplace.

Oh, it's so friendly.

And you put in this big window.

What a beautiful view of the pond.
Why, you can see for miles!

Mm-hmm.
The sun comes up right over that hill.

Oh!

- Do you like it?
- Why, it's unbelievable.

Let's take your boots off, huh?

Of course, there's a lot of work
to be done yet, but it'll be worth it.

- Your feet are cold.
- I know. They're frozen.

The Wedgwood teapot.
And you found all the pieces.

Mm-hmm. it took days and days.

These stairs are moving to the loft.

I'll add the bedroom up there.

The old millstone
I'm trying to make into a table.

You know why I've started to fix the place?

I didn't want to say anything
until I knew I could make it livable...

for us.

Do you understand what I'm saying, Cary?

Yes.

I'm asking you to marry me.

I love you, Cary.

I ─ I just hadn't thought about marriage.

Why do you think I've been seeing you?

I didn't think.

- Can't you see it's impossible?
- No.

This is the only thing that matters.

No. There are other things that matter.

The children ─
How could I ask them to give up their home?

Home is where you are, Cary.

But the kind of life you lead,
I ─ I don't know that life...

and how could I make sure
it would work out?

You can't, Cary. You can't.

Don't you see I'd be turning my back
on everything I've ever known?

- Ron, isn't it enough that we love each other?
- No, Cary.

It isn't.
It isn't enough for either of us.

You're running away from something
important because you're afraid.

- Afraid?
- Mm-hmm.

- Of what?
- Many things.

Perhaps you're right.

It's absurd to think of marriage.

- It's out of the question.
- Cary ─

The hours you've spent mending it.

Doesn't matter.

Cary.

Don't forget your boots.

I'll help you. You mustn't catch cold.

Darling, don't cry.

Oh, Ron, I love you so much.

What are you thinking about?

That I love you.

It won't be easy.

There will be a lot of things that ─

You'll have to help me.

I'll help all I can.

- It's getting late.
- Mm-hmm.

Does it matter?

I'll take you home.

I sent the boy up with the roast
twice on Saturday.

And I kept phoning
up till 9:00 in the evening.

I'm sorry, but I completely forgot.

- Hello, Mrs. Plash.
- Hello. Why, Cary, I was just thinking about you.

- Pleasantly, I hope.
- Of course.

I was telling Mrs. Scott I couldn't figure
out where she was over the weekend.

- I even phoned the club.
- Oh?

Well, the children weren't coming up,
so I decided to go away for the weekend.

- I'll take my roast now.
- Glad you had a chance to get away.

- Where did you go, darling?
- Upstate.

Good-bye. Good-bye, Mona.

It's comforting to know
she's not lonely, Mr. Gow.

Mona Plash is such a gossip.

It'll be all over town by tomorrow,
I'm afraid.

I hate to have the children learn about us
before I tell them.

Then you'd better tell them.

It should be so simple.

Two people who are in love with each other,
want to be married.

Why is it so difficult all of a sudden?

It isn't, if you're not afraid.

That's what Mick learned from you,
isn't it?

No.

You can't learn that from anybody.

Mick discovered for himself
that he had to make his own decisions...

that he had to be a man.

And you want me to be a man.

Only in that one way.

Mona certainly didn't
waste any time, did she?

I suppose the whole town's
talking about it.

Well, she phoned me.
That's why I rushed over.

Of course,
I didn't believe a word.

Well, you should.

You can't be serious.

Your gardener?

He isn't my gardener.

He did work on the trees.
You met him.

And even if he was,
I'm in love with him.

And I'm gonna marry him.

Well, all right, maybe I'm a snob.

But it isn't just a question
of whether he's a gardener.

The talk won't stop at that.

They'll say he's younger than you are.

- And the fact you're a widow.
- What has that got to do with it?

With money.

Ron isn't interested in my money.

And that he worked at your place
while Martin was still alive.

People will say that all this started
before your husband died.

But that's not true.

- You ─
- I don't. But Mona?

Oh! Mona will have a field day.

Before she gets through,
the whole town will believe it.

You know, Cary, as well as I do
that situations like this...

bring out the hateful side
of human nature.

Remember, you have
Ned and Kay to think about.

At their age,
what people say matters terribly.

Have you stopped to think
what all these rumors will do to them?

You're asking me to give up Ron...

because of something in people
that's mean and contemptible.

- Oh, I didn't say that.
- Do you really think it would be good
for Ned and Kay...

if I were to let myself be beaten
by such hatefulness?

Well, I'm not gonna do it.

Let them say what they want to.

And that goes for you too, Sara.

I must say, Cary,
you've got stubbornness.

And courage.

And if you want to throw me out,
I won't blame you.

I apologize.
At least I can do that much.

You don't have to apologize,
Sara, just ─

just go on being my friend.

I'd be a fool not to do that.

Look, I've got to give a cocktail party
this weekend for that moron, Jo-Ann.

She bagged Tom Allenby.

You bring Ron.

Maybe if people see him...

maybe if they get to know him...

they'll accept him.

Well, I'll call him.

- Well, good evening, Mrs. Plash.
- Why, hello, Ned.

- You home for the weekend?
- Why, yes, I am.

Just wait until you see your mother.
She's never looked so radiant.

- I certainly wish I knew her secret.
- Thank you, Mrs. Plash.

- If you'll excuse me, I've got to hurry.
- Mm-hmm.

Yoo-hoo, Mildred!
How was New York?

Mother?

I'm home. Where are you?

I'm in the basement, dear.
I'll be up in a minute.

- Ned?
- Yeah.

- How are you, dear?
- What were you doing in the cellar,
for Pete's sake?

I was putting some things away
in the storage closet.

Everything was getting so cluttered.

Where's Kay? She and Freddie
were supposed to drive up together.

Well, she's upstairs.
We've been waiting for you.

Hey, why all the mystery
when you phoned? Who's coming?

Oh, Mother, I hope you don't mind
my borrowing your manicure set.

Which is better?
Crimson snow or traffic light?

Oh, dig you. Since when have you
joined the female ranks?

- All right.
- Now, Kay, Ned.

I want to discuss something
with you both.

Something that concerns you
as much as me.

You're going to get married.

Why, yes.

- How did you know?
- Oh, it had to happen.

Anyone as attractive as you.

Besides, you know what I think
of widows being walled up alive.

Egyptian fashion.

I knew you felt that way in theory.

Theory and action should be one.

Don't worry, Mother.
We're all for it.

Oh, darlings.

Hey, save that for Harvey.

Harvey?

Well, it isn't Harvey.
It ─ it's Ron Kirby.

You know him.
At least you've met him.

The only Kirby I know
is old Kirby the gardener.

- Last I heard, he was dead.
- Ron is his son.

Mother, is this a joke or something?

- Well, no, it isn't a joke, Ned.
- But, Mother, you can't ─

There's no point
in approaching this emotionally.

Let's try to be objective.

This isn't one of your case histories.
This is us!

Just the same. Now, Mother, have you
introduced him to any of your friends?

Yeah, what does Sara think?

Well, Sara's invited us
to a cocktail party tonight.

And I wanted you to know him first,
so I asked Ron to come early...

for a drink,
one of your special martinis.

Mother, this is no time for martinis.

Mother, why did you keep
this whole affair such a secret?

Because subconsciously
you were afraid he wouldn't fit in?

Why, Ron has no intentions
of fitting in, Kay.

He's quite content
with his life the way it is.

- Mother, the whole thing is impossible.
- You don't know him.

- We know the type.
- And we know you, Mother.

I suppose that's him now.

You must realize
how important this is to me.

Now, I'm relying on both of you
to be fair and ─ and give Ron a chance.

All right.

I'll make the martinis.

Won't you come in, Ron?

You know Ned and Kay?

- Yes, of course. Hello.
- Hello.

- It's nice to see you again.
- Thank you.

Well, shall we go into the living room?

Kay, as I told you, Ron,
is doing social work in New York.

You like it, I understand.

Well, at least you learn to deal
with all sorts of people.

- Ned, you make a very good martini.
- Not too strong for you?

- You still have the nursery, Mr. Kirby?
- Oh, yes.

He's going in more
for tree farming now.

Is there any money in growing trees?

There can be.

The only thing I know about trees
is they make good logs.

- Well, now's your chance to learn.
- Mother.

What, uh ─
What happened to Dad's trophy?

Why, nothing happened to it.

Was the trophy part of the clutter
you were putting away?

Ned.

I suppose from now on,
there'll be lots of changes around here.

Well, now, Ned...

if you mean because of my marriage
to your mother, you needn't worry.

I have no intention of living here.

We'll be leading
quite a different kind of life.

But this has been the family house
for I don't know how long.

This is the place we were born.

Ned, I wish you'd treat this whole matter
in a more detached fashion.

Mr. Kirby, you don't know Mother
as we know her.

She's really much more conventional
than you seem to think she is.

She has the innate desire
for group approval...

- which most women have, but ─
- Never mind the $10 words.

And, uh, where, if I may ask,
do you expect our mother...

and I suppose us too, to live?

- My place.
- Ln a greenhouse?

Oh, no, no.
He's going to remodel the old mill.

Mother, if you'll excuse me, I'm ─ I'm
going to a lecture. I'd better get ready.

Good-bye, Mr. Kirby.

Mother, I've got some
studying to catch up on.

Well, what happened? I ─

- I've never seen them act like that before.
- It's natural, Cary.

- I'm not like their father.
- What has that got to do with it?

Well, it would be different if ─

if you were marrying
the same kind of man.

Successful businessman,
pillar of the community.

I can understand it.

Perhaps you're right.

But once I make them see that ─

- Shall we get started?
- Cary, do we really have to go?

Well, Sara said that ─

And anyway,
I want to show you off.

- We can take my car.
- Mine's right here.

- Does it matter that much?
- Lt shouldn't.

Jim, get me another one, will you?
I don't want to miss the arrival.

- How about you, Mrs. Taylor?
- Well, I really shouldn't, but ─

Excuse me.

If you see Cary before I do,
let me know.

It'll be easier for her
if I took them around.

Count on us, Sara.
You got a light, Bill?

- I may need to.
- Hold my drink, dear.

A gardener? Why doesn't he find himself
a decent moneymaking vocation?

You think material success is
the only end worthy of the pursuit of man?

- Why, Doctor, what's wrong with money?
- I agree. You have to have it
to have contempt for it.

Excuse me.

Oh, thank you. Do you really think
she'll have the nerve to come?

- Oh, there they are now!
- They're here!

Pardon me. Oh, I'm so glad she ─

- Just look at that car.
- Just look at that man.

Daughter!

It's always the quiet ones, isn't it?

But she's certainly
the last person you would expect to ─

Always pretending to be
so prim and proper.

Why, Howard,
did she turn you down?

I'm so glad you could come.
I'm Cary's best friend.

- I'd like to be your friend too.
- Thank you.

Come on, darling.

- George.
- Cary, my favorite woman.

George, how are you?
I want you to know Ron Kirby.

Glad to meet you.
Used to know your father. Fine man.

- Thank you.
- I remember ─

Shall we say hello
to Romeo and his Juliet?

- Come on, darling.
- So that's Cary's nature boy.

- You know the doctor ─ Dan.
- Hello, Dan.

Cary, you know Miss Frisbee,
Mr. Allenby. Mr. Kirby.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

You know, this was kind of
supposed to be my party...

but looks like Mrs. Scott's
getting all the attention.

Of course, I ─ I guess it is more unusual
when someone your age gets married.

But I think your friend's awfully lucky.

You see, no one in my family's
had a dime since the Civil War.

So Tom won't get anything
but poor little me.

- Don't bother, Cary. Shall we ─ - Cary,
my dear. What's this I hear about your ─

Oh. Haven't I seen you somewhere before?

Well, Mrs. Humphrey,
probably in your garden.

I've been pruning your trees
for the last three years.

Oh. Yes, of course.

- Ah, Sara, I really must be going.
- Excuse me, I'll be right back.

Come on into the bar.
You've earned yourself a good strong drink.

Go ahead, Ron.

- I'll be right back.
- All right.

- Howard.
- Hi.

How are you?

- Mona, Mark.
- Hello.

My dear, he's fascinating.

And that tan.

I suppose from working outdoors.

Of course, I'm sure
he's handy indoors too.

Mona's sure got your number, Cary.

So have I.

Well, excuse me, Howard.

Guess you played me for a prize sucker
that night at the club, huh, Cary?

Goin' into that perfect lady routine.
Makin' me apologize.

If I had known then what I know now,
story sure would've had a different ending.

- Oh, Howard.
- Never too late, huh, Cary?

Line forms to the right.

- Howard, you're drunk!
- Why, Cary! isn't one man enough for you?

Maybe you'd better stay
right where you are.

What is it, Cary?

Howard of all people.
I never would've believed it.

- Believed what?
- That Howard was the earthy type.

But then you seem to attract that, Cary.

- Shall we go?
- Yes.

- Excuse us.
- Oh, George!

Why, that man was positively murderous.

- Did you see that, Fred?
- What's the commotion?

Why, he might have killed poor Howard.
And in Sara's lovely house too!

Well!

Nothing's important except us.

Will you remember that?

Yes.

- I'll take you to the door.
- No, Ron.

Thank you, but... good night.

Good night.

Ned, you're still up.

Don't forget to put the screen
around the fireplace before you come up.

Mom.

I've got a few things
to say to you, Mother.

All right, Ned.

I just want to tell you that meeting him
hasn't changed my mind one darn bit.

We did what you asked.

I asked you to give Ron a fair chance.
I don't think you did.

Just because we didn't agree
with your choice?

Listen, Mother, somebody
in this family's gotta think straight.

And you don't think I can?

I think all you see is
a good-looking set of muscles.

Why, Ned!

That's the way it looks, doesn't it?

You're planning to give up a home
that's been in the family for...

I don't know how long.

It has a certain tradition.

And for what?

Don't you realize
what people are gonna say?

Haven't you any sense
of obligation to Father's memory?

What has that got to do ─

How can you even think of marrying a man
like Kirby when you've been Father's wife?

It's against everything
that Father stood for.

Nonsense, Ned.

Mother...

are you really intending
to go through with this?

Yes, I am.

Well, don't expect me to come visit you.

How could I bring my friends?
I'd be ashamed.

Ned!

Ned, we mustn't let this
come between us.

If you mean Kirby...

he already has!

And then Ned on top of everything else.

No, I haven't heard a word.
I ─ I've got a call in for him.

Well, Kay stayed over.

I didn't sleep a wink either.

Do you really think the talk will die down?

Kay.

Sara, I'll have to call you back later.
All right.

Kay, darling, what is it?

What's the matter?

Well, tell me.

Nothing. it ─

it's about me, isn't it?

Freddie and I
were at the library, and...

one of the kids
made a crack about you.

What did they say?

That you and Mr. Kirby were ─

even before Dad ─

Now you stop that, Kay.
You know that's a lie.

Of course I do,
and I told them so!

They went on and on,
and I got mad, and...

we were asked to leave.

Oh, darling.

And on the way home,
Freddie and I had a fight.

And I told him that I didn't care
what people said.

But, Mama, I do care!
I care terribly!

Oh, Kay, I ─ I don't know what to do.

I can't bear to see
you and Ned so unhappy.

But, you see, Kay, I love Ron.

You love him so much
you're willing to ruin all our lives?

You can't really think that.

What else can I think?

But, Kay, you ─ you've talked
so much about people and...

why they do the things they do.

And you've worked with them.
You say you understand.

But I don't!
I don't! I thought I did.

I don't understand anything.

Cary.

- Oh, Ron, I ─
- What's the matter?

Well, Ned's left home, and I ─

I left Kay dissolved in tears. Some of
her friends have been dreadful to her.

Because of me?

Ron, we're going to have to wait
to get married.

Why?

Well, to give the children a chance
to get used to the idea.

They'll feel differently
when they know you better.

- Are you saying you don't want to marry me?
- Oh, no, I'm not saying that.

I'm just asking you to be patient.
It's only a question of time.

Only of time?

Well, right now everybody's
talking about us. We're a local sensation.

And like Sara said, if ─

if the people get used to seeing us
together, then maybe they'll accept us.

You mean, uh...

we'll be invited
to all the cocktail parties.

And, of course, Sara will see to it
that I get into the country club.

And dear Howard and I
will shake hands and forget.

- You'll flatter Mona so she won't be malicious.
- That isn't what I mean.

And Ned and Kay won't mind so much...

because we'll be living just as you
always have ─ probably in your house.

What's wrong with that?
Suppose we did live in my house.

It's only for a little while.

And it would make things
so much easier.

It wouldn't change you, Ron.
You couldn't be changed.

Yes, I could.

I'm learning right now how easy
it would be to let myself be changed.

- By whom?
- By you.

I'm sorry, Cary,
but it wouldn't work.

I can't live that way.
And you knew that from the beginning.

But I can't ruin my children's lives.

I have a responsibility to them.

Are you sure it's just that?

Well, what do you mean?

You don't think I care about
the house or what people say?

Yes, I do.

Why, you're not even trying to understand.

- How can you say you love me and ─
- God knows I love you.

But I won't let Ned nor Kay
nor anyone else run our lives.

Cary, don't you see
we could never be happy if we did?

I can see that you don't want to listen
to anybody's ideas but your own.

And I can see that you're trying to make me
choose between you and the children!

No, Cary, you're the one
that made it a question of choosing.

So you're the one
that'll have to choose.

All right.

It's all over.

Cary.

I admit, after meeting him,
he's a darn nice guy, but I ─

But I still say you did the right thing.

Oh... l suppose so.

Everyone will welcome you
back to the fold. I'll see to that.

I don't know what I'd do
without you, Sara.

Well, I know what
you've been going through.

And I know it hasn't been easy.

But at least you have the children.

You don't have to fill your life
with club work and parties.

Oh, Sara.

Oh, that must be Ned.
I have a call in for him.

- You've told Kay?
- Yes, she's very happy.

- Hello?
- Mrs. Scott?

- Yes.
- I have your party now.

- Mother, you called me?
- Yes, Ned, I did. I wanted to talk to you.

L, um ─ I've decided that ─

- Well, I'm not going to be married.
- Oh, great.

- You will be up this weekend?
- You bet, Mom.

Say, listen, I got a class now,
so good-bye, huh?

Well, Ned ─ Ned?

Was he pleased?

Yes, he ─ he seemed to be.

- Hello, dear.
- Oh, Bill, I thought you'd never get here.

- What's for dinner? Evening, Cary.
- Good night, Cary.

- Say hello to the children.
- I will.

- Hello, Cary. Nice to see you.
- Hello, Doctor. it's nice to see you too.

You know, I've been meaning to call you
about an appointment for a checkup.

I don't think it's anything serious...

but I've been having some
miserable headaches lately.

- Anytime, Cary. Can I give you a lift?
- No, thanks. I'm waiting for the children.

- Let me hear from you now.
- All right.

Oh, Mrs. Scott.

Seems the kids couldn't make it.

I guess they're pretty busy
with the holidays coming on.

Something in a Christmas tree, ma'am?
Oh, hiya, Mrs. Scott. Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas, Tom.

- You like this one?
- No, I think I need one a little bigger than this.

- Well, how about this?
- Well, that's not very pretty.

Well, I'll show you another one.

Hello, Cary.

Well, hello.

L, uh ─ I have to get a tree
for the children, and I saw these.

How are you?

- How about this pine, Mrs. Scott?
- Oh, I'm fine.

No, not that one. I ─

I ─ I didn't know they were your trees.

No, they're Mick's.

I'm helping him unload.

- How are Mick and Alida?
- Fine.

Will you say hello to them for me?

They'll be right back.
They're doing some Christmas shopping.

Here's a medium-sized fir, Mrs. Scott.

Or maybe you'd rather have a spruce?

- A silver tipped spruce?
- Oh, I've got a beauty.

You remembered.

- Oh, Cary ─
- Ron! Ron?

Mick and Alida sent me to get you.

Oh, I didn't know
you had a customer.

How about this one, Mrs. Scott?

No. Send this one to me.

Ron, shall we go?

Yeah.

♪ And heaven and nature sing ♪

♪ And heaven and nature sing ♪

♪ And heaven and heaven ♪

♪ And nature sing ♪

♪ Joy to the world ♪

♪ The Lord is come ♪

♪ Let earth receive her King ♪

♪ Let every heart prepare him room ♪

♪ And heaven and nature sing ♪

♪ And heaven and heaven ♪

♪ And nature sing ♪

♪ Joy to the world, the Lord is come ♪

♪ Let earth receive her King ♪ ♪

- Oh, Mama, Merry Christmas!
- Merry Christmas!

- Thought we'd never get here. The train was late.
- I know, but I'm so happy to see you.

- Oh, it looks gorgeous!
- Hey, look at all that loot!

- Is that big present for me?
- Yes.

- Hey, where's our present for you?
- Well, I don't know. Nothing's come.

But don't worry about it. Just having
the two of you is enough for me.

Well, I better phone.

- Not here. it's a secret!
- Oh.

- Don't open anything till I get back.
- All right.

Mama.

Look.

Why, it's lovely, Kay.

Freddie and I are gonna be married.

That is, in February,
after he graduates.

Well, aren't you a little young?

Well, you were 17
when you got married.

But... it's so soon.

Soon? Oh, it seems like forever.

Oh, Mama.

Remember the afternoon
that Freddie and I had the big fight?

That's when we found out
we loved each other.

Mama, he's so wonderful.

Yes, I remember.

That was the day you told me your life
would be ruined if I married Ron.

Well, I was being childish.

You shouldn't have let me
get away with it.

Of course, that was different.

You didn't really love him, did you?

Mother, your present's on the way.

Hey, this is Christmas.
Let's enjoy it.

After all, it'll probably be the last one
we spend in this house.

- Why, what do you mean?
- Well, Kay's getting married.

And if I'm not called up right away...

I'm in line for the Walker Scholarship,
which means a year in Paris.

And after that, on to lran
with the Dayton Company.

I didn't want to tell you
till I had it pretty well cinched.

Hey, Mother.

Thank you.

Yes, with Kay and I away,
I think we should sell the house.

The house?

Yeah, it's too big for just one person.
What with taxes and ─

There's your present now.

Mama.

Mama?

Don't you see, Kay?

The whole thing's been so pointless.

Oh, Mama, I'm ─ I'm terribly sorry.
I didn't mean to hurt you.

Mama, it still isn't too late,
if he loves you.

Oh, please, Kay, it ─

Mother.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas, Mrs. Scott,
and happy New Year.

Kay and I couldn't afford
anything but a table model.

But it's got a nice-sized screen
and it's easy to operate.

All you have to do is turn that dial...

and you have all the company you want
right there on the screen.

Drama, comedy,
life's parade at your fingertips.

Fetch, go on.
Fetch, old boy.

Boy, are you slippin'.

Say, why don't you try
using shells in that gun?

Doesn't seem to help.

Can't shoot straight anymore, I guess.

I don't seem to be good
for anything lately.

You haven't been good for anything
since you and Cary broke up.

- What's that got to do with it?
- Everything, and you know it.

You're not the same anymore, Ron.

You're no good to me,
to yourself or to anyone.

All right, so what do I do about it?

- Call her up. Go see her. Apologize.
- Apologize for what?

I don't know for what. For anything.
Make up something if you have to.

But do something.

There, that's a boy.
Good boy.

Hey, nice, huh?

Look, Mick, I told her that I love her.
I asked her to marry me.

I can't force her.
She has to make up her own mind.

She doesn't want to make up
her own mind. No girl does.

She wants you to make it up for her.

- Come on, let's go.
- No, I'll be along later.

I gotta catch one pheasant at least.

Hey, uh ─ Well, uh ─ You know.

Well, Dan, what's the verdict?

I was just going over the findings.

There's nothing organically
wrong with you, Cary.

Well, then, why do I
have these headaches?

It's not my imagination,
and they're getting worse all the time.

You're punishing yourself.

- For what?
- For running away from life.

The headaches are nature's way
of making a protest.

Well, will you give me
something for them?

Do you expect me
to give you a prescription to cure life?

Sit down, Cary.
I want to talk to you.

Forget for a moment
that I'm your doctor, and, uh...

let me give you
some advice as a friend.

Marry him.

Oh.

Well, there's no point in discussing that.

It's all over.

Apparently, it isn't.
You still have the headaches.

But that's silly.

And anyway, how could I marry him?

The whole thing was impossible
from the beginning.

Why, you know, Dan,
in a place like Stoningham...

you can't ignore convention and ─

So you gave up a man
you were in love with...

because you were afraid
of Mona and the others.

And you had the great satisfaction
of being taken back into the fold.

- Well, I was thinking of my children.
- You're just as lonely as you were before.

Lonelier, in fact,
with Kay married and Ned abroad.

So what good was your noble sacrifice?

Cary, marry him.

No, it ─ it's too late.

And maybe he's found someone else.

Anyway, if he'd really loved me,
he would've come to me.

No. if you'd loved him,
you'd have gone to him.

In spite of the town,
the children, everything.

Cary, let's face it.

You were ready for a love affair,
but not for love.

Good-bye, Dan.

- Cary!
- Hello, Alida!

Hi!

- Oh, it's so good to see you!
- Well, it's so good to see you.

What were you doing in the doctor's office?
Nothing wrong, is there?

Oh, no. Just a checkup.
He couldn't find a thing wrong with me.

- I'm glad.
- Would you have a cup of tea?

I'd love to, but I'm late. I have to pick
up Mary Ann and take her to the station.

- Mary Ann?
- Yeah, she's getting married, you know.

- Married?
- Uh-huh. Very nice boy from New Jersey.

They've been going together
for a year now.

- Why, I thought ─
- I don't think you've ever met this one.

Honey, I have to dash.
But please come by and see us, will ya?

- We miss you.
- Well, thank you. I appreciate that.

- Good-bye, Alida.
- Bye!

Cary!

C ─

Cary!

- Alida.
- Hello, Cary.

Come on in.

I thought I should come over
instead of calling.

There's been an accident, Cary.

- It's Ron.
- You better come with me.

- How bad is he?
- We don't know yet.

Dr. Hennessy and Mick
are with him now.

- Oh, Alida.
- Get your coat first.

I'll tell you all about it on the way.

Mrs. Scott.
Please, Mrs. Scott.

- How is he?
- We don't know anything yet.

- Where's Mr. Anderson?
- He took the doctor back to town.

- Well, didn't he ─ - Nothing that
he could've done tonight, so...

he'll be back in the morning.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Scott.
I have strict orders.

He can't be disturbed.
He must be kept quiet.

Let me take your coat.

Why don't you sit down,
and I'll get some coffee.

I wish Mick had waited.

Oh, but I'm sure the doctor wouldn't
have gone if he thought that there ─

Alida.

This room.

The beauty that Ron's put into it.

And the love.

He never gave up hope
that you'd come back, Cary.

You told me once that Ron
was so secure within himself...

because he refused to give importance
to unimportant things.

Why did it take me so long
to understand it?

Remember I told you it took us a long time
to find the right answer?

It doesn't happen overnight.

I feel like such a coward.

I was so frightened.
I listened to other people.

I let others make my decisions.

Alida, I've let so many people
come between us.

Friends, neighbors, children.

And the strangest one of all, myself.

Don't worry about things in the past.

Isn't that unimportant too, hmm?

If only I haven't waited too long.

Mrs. Scott.

Your coffee.

Thank you, but I ─
I really don't care for any.

Why don't you go upstairs
and rest a while? Try to sleep.

But I couldn't sleep.

And anyway, I want to stay here
in case he wakes up.

May I sit over there?

Well, all right.

Well, Dan?

He's got a concussion
and shouldn't be moved.

- Of course not.
- Otherwise, I'd get him to the hospital.

It's gonna take time for him to recover.

Dan, what can I do?

Do you plan to stay?

Yes. No more running away.

Well, he'll need rest and care.

And he'll need you, Cary.

Nurse.

Cary.

Yes, Ron.

You've come home.

Yes, darling, I've ─ I've come home.