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* Soft piano music*

Mom! Look, I got A's!

What is this?

Get cleaned up!

I got "A"s.

Sarah, sit up, please.

Thomas.

Daddy!

Hi sweetheart, how are ya?

Hey buddy... come here.

How are you doing?

Good.

Good... So?

And hello to you.

It's terrific dear, just terrific.

All right.

Thank you. Welcome home.

* light latin jazz music*

Hello? Mom. A little early isn't it?

No, no she's fine.

Everything is fine, Mom.

* soft piano music*

I gotta call you later, OK, please?

Right... Yes thats right...

Okay.

Right.

Okay. Bye.

C'mon it's time for school.

* soft piano music*

Well, I've got to go.

You gonna be ok?

OK Bea?

OK.

OK...

I'll be good...

I'll be good...

Mom?

Did you forget something?

Yeah.

What did you forget?

My notebook

Well, it's a good thing you came back.

Because I was dancing all alone.

What do you think?

Don't keep your dad waiting.

OK

Hey... come here.

Be good, my passionflower.

Bye. OK. Bye mom.

This is very good Sarah. Really good.

Hey... they're just jerks.

You like 'em?

Yeah.

They're mine. I made them myself.

Where did you learn to draw like this?

Natural.

These are really good.

Thanks.

Well, this is it.

Yeah?

Mr. Carlson?

Oh hey, kid. You finally bring me a client?

No. Just to show him my spot.

One of these days I'm giving her a pixie cut. Just like that movie star.

Shirley, uh, Sally?

No, never!

Work on her, hey kid?

This is where I come to draw sometimes.

My mother used to model.

No.. no... not naked.

But she is very beautiful and designs her own clothes.

My mother is just a mom.

That's wonderful too.

I know.

So... you draw super heroes?

Well... I try... but

I'm designing some clothes for my paper doll collection.

I'm going to show Miss Smith, but...

Just not yet.

I love it.

You promise you won't tell anybody.

I promise.

Thanks.

Tomorrow?

Yeah.

Mom!

* melancholy jazz music*

Can you zip me up please, sweetie?

Thank you.

Mommy, you look very beautiful.

* melancholy jazz music*

Can I try one of your lipsticks?

Another time sweetie guests will be arriving.

Sarah, darling, you're a mess. You're such a tomboy, dear.

Tomboy!

You know you do look very beautiful tonight, Beatrice.

David, you don't need to butter me up.

There is no reason to be concerned about this.

Myra is happily remarried now.

Myra, Myra, Myra

They'll be here soon.

We were so close.

That's true. But what the hell, why not just...

We've all moved on since university Beatrice...

Have we?

That was a long time ago.

Hmmmmm...

Not long enough to forget that Myra did not get her man.

I did break up with her.

And you got your man.

Didn't you?

Did I?

Well, they're not our only guests tonight.

I love you.

Hello! WOMAN: David)

Is this Sarah? Oh my goodness...

And who's this?

Rosie...

Hi Rosie...

She's a bit angry right now.

Oh no! Well here, that's for Rosie, so you never lose her.

Thank you!

You're welcome. My goodness, they've grown so much.

Myra, I think that's a little extravagant for a child.

Hey!

It's mine!

I could use a drink.

How much money do you make? DAVID: Thomas!

Myra!

Beatrice, the gracious hostess!

Look at this dress, oh my god. Gorgeous!

Speaking of gorgeous, this is the man who makes me sparkle.

Yes, introduce me. Hello, charmed.

Myra always had excellent taste in men.

"Wild" Bill is what I call him.

Drinks all around. Good timing.

Bea: Thank you dear.

Oh my. MYRA: Yes, Wild Bill likes to spoil his lady.

Well done.

Nice to see you. I never know what to do.

Nice to see you..

Who is this couple here?

This is Sarah, this is Thomas and it is their bedtime.

So say good night to our friends.

Good night.

Sleep tight.

Thank you.

Thank you...

So have you had any more thoughts about the Newman account?

Dear, you promised, no business talk.

I agree.

I know I did Honey but this will just take a moment, OK?

I just really wanted to tell David how I was so impressed

with your presentation.

Bob, I think the ladies are right.

The ladies are always right. But listen, you know what?

You were so crystal clear on those numbers.

That's what's going to win us the account.

Thank you.

Salut!

He said this dinner party was a surprise.

I really thought we were going to the new steakhouse.

I love surprises.

So do I. BILL: She does.

But lovely to meet you. You too, as well.

Can I ask you about your dress?

Oh! Of course you can.

After you left the meeting...

Turn around, let me see the back.

Bea: Good night banana-head.

Mom?

What dear?

Look.

What's that?

It's a happy family.

What's that sound?

Oh that's Rosie's bell from Myra.

See look, you're wearing one of your designs.

Oh, I look very pretty.

Are you ready?

I... am... your evening's entertainment,

Look in my eye and see a glimpse

of love, of stardust, of lust,

all 3 of life a must...

I'm an angel, a devil, but Honey! life is so swell.

Sing little lamb!

Excuse me!

You are the prettiest girl at the party tonight.

And you are being very charming. Thank you.

My pleasure.

Great gal you've got there, David.

Mom?

Sarah, go back to bed.

Well never a dull moment around this household.

Uh huh.

Jesus Christ, Bea, not tonight, please?

What do you mean?

We talked about this.

You know what I'm talking about, being too friendly.

With who? With Bill? He's a little bit dull.

That's not what it looked like to me, Beatrice.

Really boring actually.

You were flirting with him.

David, no, I was not.

Beatrice, please...

let me just show you off tonight, OK?

David, they're all phonies.

Come on darling, let's just have a good evening, please.

You want to have a good evening?

Yes!

You sure about that?

* soft jazz music*

At the country club, we were having cocktails

and talking about that explicit article in a recent magazine.

Ooh!

How are you doing? How are you for drinks?

Beatrice, I'm sure you'll have an opinion about this.

We were the club and we were talking about free love,

You know...

fooling around, adultrous sex.

Free sex!

What do you think about that?

About what? About love?

About free love.

About adultery.

About the female seductress.

Ooh... romantic.

Se-duc-tress.

I'd love to hear what Beatrice has to say.

Oh you would? And why is that?

Myra, you've always had an over-active imagination.

Such tact, Dear.

Well, so she disappears, she comes back, and...

* rhumba music*

There she is.

* rhumba music*

Oh yeah, there she is...

There she is.

* rhumba music*

Why so quiet?

Let's show them how it's done, Beatrice.

* Rhumba music*

Oh my.

Beatrice.

Beatrice, that's not a foxtrot.

You don't like it?

It's not that, it's just a little close...

Beatrice...

...I didn't ask for a demonstration.

Darling?

I think the music's going to disturb the children.

Not as light on my feet as I used to be.

Ass.

You're ruining your beautiful dress, Beatrice.

I hate this fucking dress.

You're joking.

Oh no, Honey dear, Beatrice has always had

a reckless disregard for appearances.

I'm having a transcendent moment of recognition.

I'm sorry everbody, she's really tired.

Shhh.

And what I see is a boring, barren, frigid,

That's enough Beatrice.

...sexless, bitch!

We should go

Beatrice: Oh... don't go!

Slut!

At least I love to fuck.

That's enough, Beatrice.

Oh, don't go! No!

That was a good party, don't you think?

Daddy!

Sarah, tell your daddy... I.. Uh... oh...

Jesus Christ Beatrice!

Don't touch me! No! No! No!

Shhh. Shhh. Shhh.

Sarah, I'm sorry.

It's ok sweetheart. It's OK, it's OK...

Mom?

Thomas?

Mom? Mom?

Mommy has a headache.

Daddy?

* soft piano music*

Hi, come on in.

Hello, Beatrice.

Come in!

Should we get more comfortable?

Can I get you a drink?

No thank you.

Are you sure?

I'm certain.

Well, perhaps David you might speak.

Well we were just going to talk about...

Mom?

Sarah honey, the adults are busy. Please excuse yourself.

Sarah, what did I say?

If you want a fight.

That's enough, sweetheart.

She's a little stubborn, just like her mother.

David, you were saying?

Yes, well...

my wife has been having some difficulty sleeping.

And you're concerned...

Doctor, it is just a little bit of stress.

No, no actually it's more then that.

Bea:I had a little too much to drink the other night.

Bea, you were very very upset,

Yes. In the kitchen, sweetheart.

Yes.

Yes, I was.

You were...

You were distraught.

Well? Is that true Beatrice?

I'm not quite sure what you're asking.

You're not sleeping?

No, I'm not sleeping.

The pressures of being the perfect...

hostess and wife and mother.

And I want... my husband to be happy.

Yes?

Is there something else?

The episode David mentioned on the phone?

Didn't that happen once before?

The crying binges?

The way you reacted after the party?

Yeah, I was just feeling a little nostalgic amongst friends...

and I got a little carried away in the moment.

Then I fell asleep and I had a nightmare.

But no you're right. I am too emotional.

And I need to get some rest.

Mmm hmm.

I'll prescribe a sedative. But let's stay in touch.

Perhaps Beatrice, you should think about staying at the hospital for a few days.

You could get that rest,

and relief from any anxieties.

Thank you, I will think about that.

That's very kind of you.

Yes, we appreciate everything, Doctor.

Doctor: Alright then. If you need anything else.

have any questions, other thoughts...

Let me see you out.

Sarah?

Something you'd like to say?

I... I just want everything to be okay.

I understand, we're... working on it.

You're an intelligent man, David.

Call me.

Hi. Are you looking for Charlie?

Charlie! Sarah's here.

Hey. Mom, we're going out for a walk.

Dinner at six o'clock.

Yep.

What is it you want to show me?

Charlie:It's close.

Your mom's nice.

Yeah, c'mon, follow me.

* upbeat jazz music*

That's it?

Shh, be quiet, c'mon.

Come on!

C'mon.

Hey... look.

Wow!

You could draw that. It's what all the great artists do.

They do?

They draw bodies. nudes.

There's also these.

Wow.

She's beautiful.

Yeah, she is.

Well...I better go.

* soft piano music*

Hello, darling.

Mother.

"Devotion took time."

"Devotion took time to her. Passion lifted her"

Into the Cherry tree

By a lover... who said reach.

His night bright beside her.

He said...Love.

Passion... passion!

Shhhhh... it's OK

Do you need anything?

Passion... Passion flowered them to stay.

In the midst. Passion flower.

Mother: Go away Margaret.

Beatrice: I don't know what to do.

I don't, I don't... know...

I don't know I don't know what to do...

It will be okay Mom.

You hungry?

* light jazz music*

Who's that?

A secret admirer.

Honey. I don't know. But it lightens my mood.

What can I get you?

I will have a cup of coffee, and...

a piece of lemon meringue pie, with two forks.

We're having an adventure darling.

What's wrong?

What..?

Mommy, I love you.

Darling. You're my passionflower.

"Passion flowered them to stay."

Don't worry, honey. Everything's fine.

Aren't you hungry? It's your favorite.

Tommy! Mom! We need to pick him up.

Let me take you home first.

I'm going right now.

OK.

* Slow, moody piano music*

Honestly David, if the school hadn't phoned,

Thomas could have just wandered off.

Dear?

I know.

Where the hell have you been?

I was worried sick Beatrice.

David?

Do you love me?

You forgot about Thomas!

Thomas, our son, your son was left by himself.

I got lost... I lost track of time.

Jesus, Beatrice!

I saw my mother today.

I've decided not to see her again.

Your son is waiting for you upstairs.

Ow!

David?

Your call was unexpected.

But appreciated.

Well I just...

wanted to make it up to her.

Who?

Myra.

You know. I really don't care, what your reason was.

And David of course.

Of course.

Beatrice: You're not hungry dear?

No...

Would you like something else?

No...

Did you have a good day?

Yeah.

Well that's good, darling.

If you're finished, you can clear your place.

Where's Dad?

Finished?

Mom?

Excuse me.

Mom!?

Sarah honey, can you get the door?

Beatrice!

What is the matter with you?

Sarah, go to your room.

What are you talking about?

He didn't stand a chance.

Sarah, go to your room.

Myra...

Fine!

Myra, it's not the time.

Sorry kid.

Sarah!

Myra? What's going on here?

Sarah! David, wake up!

What?

You heard me. Your wife slept with my husband.

If you care at all about your family, you'd better do something.

Is that true?

No.

Liar! Liar!

Sarah, you didn't see anything. I saw you.

Go to your room! You saw nothing!

You're just a child. Go, I said go!

C'mon Sarah. Go. Listen to your mother please.

I hate you!

She is dangerous, out of control, sick.

Get out.

David, I'm sorry.

Get the hell out of here.

What is wrong with you?

I don't feel anything.

Don't you even care how I feel, how the kids feel?

Guess so...

Beatrice...

Beatrice.

I think you do care.

I know I do...

But I can't talk about it anymore.

Nothing really happened between Bill and I, David.

I'm exhausted.

Your dinner's cold.

Get!

Where are you?

Sarah, why don't you stay?

Thank you, but I need to be at home.

Oh whats...?

Her mom hasn't been too well.

Another time then dear. Love to have you.

Okay.

Tomorrow then?

Sure.

It's just like the pin-up girl.

Rosie's sick. Mommy says she's sleeping.

Sleeping? What?

Where's Rosie?

Where's Rosie!?

What?! What?!

Where's Rosie?

Rosie was not well.

I was worried if she got out she would get hit by a car.

She wasn't well. Leave me alone!

What are you talking about? She never goes outside.

Leave me alone!

Sarah, that's enough, Not 'til you tell what you did to Rosie.

What did you do?

I asked the vet to put her down.

Why did you do that?

Tell me, why did you do that?

I just did it.

I had to do something.

I don't know what you mean.

The damn bell.

So annoying, so...

loud.

I'm very tired. I'm sorry.

Well then?

Please mom, don't start with me.

This is the limit, David.

Murdering a pet.

Look...

I appreciate that you're here.

Rest. She needs rest.

That's what the doctor said.

Lipstick?

Sarah: I want to feel pretty.

I see.

Mommy says I'm a mess, a tomboy.

Dear, that's not true.

Perhaps you should give me the lipstick and get ready for school.

No. I think I'm going to wait till Mom gets up.

Why?

To show her that I can be pretty.

Your father says your mother has to rest today. So give me the lipstick.

No! And what do you know about anything anyway!

Your father will take care of this because your mother is not well.

No, he's useless.

Give me the lipstick!

NO!

Now!

Oh, dear God.

Hey!

What's this?

That's art.

It's inappropriate.

It's pretty shitty work.

Excuse me!? What?

It's Charlie's shitty work.

Why...? Why did you lie?

Leave me alone.

No, you know what, you are crazy.

I hate you! Hate you!

They've called our parents. You know what that means?

* melancholy piano music*

Mr. Matthews, I know this must be very difficult.

But Sarah is a real artist.

Look at this special project she surprised me with.

I had no idea.

She's very gifted.

Her lie was such a shock.

She and Charlie seemed to be such good friends.

I see.

And she has been missing classes.

Recently?

Well then, I'll speak to her about that.

Mr. Matthews.

Is something going on at home?

No. Nothing... uhhh

Everything is fine.

Could I hold on to these? Would you mind?

Of course.

Sweetheart.

Dad...?

Charlie told me where to find you.

He seems like a good friend.

I lied about the drawings.

I was scared.

Do you forgive me..?

Do you love me..?

Oh, Sarah...

I love you.

Your mother loves you.

She never says.

Why is she so unhappy?

Why does she hurt us?

It's wrong.

Daddy, everything is mixed up.

I know, Sarah.

Everyone likes her because she's beautiful.

But she's crazy.

Sarah, I'm doing the best I can.

For you, and for our family.

No! No you're not.

I'm scared I'm going to be crazy.

Just like mom, just like grandma.

Sarah, no. You are so wrong.

No, never, Sarah.

You are so gifted.

I'm very proud of you.

Look at me sweetheart.

I've just felt so trapped.

But I love you.

And I love your mother.

OK?

* soft piano music*

DAVID It's going to be OK...

I promise.

* soft piano music*

Mommy is going to the hospital.

Why?

Because she needs rest.

That' right.

Hi mom... thanks for coming.

Back...

Look, Sarah's recovered from this morning.

And where's Beatrice?

Mother: Look, I'm not worried about Beatrice.

Mother: I'm worried about you and the children.

Hello Sarah. Hello Thomas.

Hello Constance.

I'm going to need to ask you to leave.

Beatrice, please.

Goddamnit, Beatrice.

Get out!

Don't, that's enough Beatrice!

You are crazy, you are really crazy!

Listen goddamnit, I've called the Doctor.

Damnit!

Why did you do that?

Because...

Because you are an unfit mother

and you do not love my son!

Tell your mother to mind her own fucking business.

Please listen, Beatrice. Please listen.

Get out of my house!

Stop hurting her!

God Damn it!

BEATRICE She thinks I don't love her son?

That I don't love my own kids?

Beatrice, you listen to me.

You need to do this for our sake.

And for your own sake.

You need to go away and you need to get better.

You're done.

Please go away.

Please go away and get better.

Please...

I love you mommy.

Beatrice, it's going to be OK.

Oh god, oh no.

Oh no.

Oh Beatrice..

I'm sorry. I'm sorry...

No, I'm sorry.

It's going to be OK, I promise.

I'm sorry David.

I'm so sorry.

I don't mean to hurt you.

I don't mean to hurt Thomas.

I'm sorry Thomas. I'm sorry, Im sorry...

It's OK Bea... we love you.

It's going to be OK.

* soft piano music*

Bea?

Hi.

How are you feeling?

I don't know...

...the shock treatments.

You look tried.

Well...

I can't remember much.

I want to come home.

I miss you. I miss the kids.

Please David.

Beatrice.

The Doctor says you should stay for awhile.

To be sure.

Don't you want me to come home?

Yes, of course.

You hate me.

I need, need you.

I need you.

Mommy!

Hi sweetheart..

Your mother's home.

David says you're much feeling better?

Yes. I'm a bit tired.

It's lovely, thank you.

Hi, Darling.

Well then.

So, uh, Mom, perhaps you..

Of course.

Come on children, follow me.

Mom?

Oh, my passionflower.

The storm is over, dear.

* soft piano music*