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PART ONE

Well, don't think there's much
else I can do around here.

Might take a little
walk down the street.

You going to be home for supper?

Sure.

I want to know.

Told you if I'm not home by 6:00...

Well that doesn't do me any good.

Mrs. Whitley's paying
three dollars for this cake

and if you're going to be home I'll spend part
of that money on lamb chops for your supper.

If not, I'll buy something
the girls will like better.

Then count me out.

That's all I wanted to know.

I fixed up those trees.

Cut the grass.
Looks pretty nice out there.

You going to water the grass?

I did water it.

Gave it a good wetting down.

Most people, when they water the grass,
wait till later, when the sun's not so hot,

and it'll do some good,

and not be a waste of good water
that somebody else has to pay for.

You see any work I
can do that I don't do?

So you get done early.

Come on, Mildred,
what are you getting at?

She's waiting for you, so go on.

Who's waiting for me?

I think you know.

If you're talking
about Maggie Biederhof,

I haven't seen her for a week,

and she never did mean a thing to me

except somebody to play rummy
with when I had nothing else to do.

Which is practically all the time,
if you ask me.

- I wasn't asking you!
- So what do you do with her?

Play rummy for a while, then unbutton
that red dress she's always wearing

without any brassiere under it,
and then flop her on the bed?

And then play rummy some more and
then flop her on the bed again?

Gee, that must be swell.
I can't think of anything nicer than that!

How'd you like to go to hell!

Ever since you met that woman...
Useless, do you hear me?

Oh for cryin' out loud...

Then tell... Then tell me I'm wrong.

Tell me that's not
precisely where you're going!

Suppose I am?

Then you might as well go pack
your bags and leave for good,

because if you go out that door,
I swear to God, Bert,

I'm not letting you back inside.

Keep on, Mildred. Keep right on.

'Cause one of these days,
you don't watch out, I'm calling you!

You're not calling me. I'm calling you!

You go over there today Bert, and that's the
last you see of this place, so help me God.

I go where I goddamn please!

- Then pack up!
- Fine! If that's what you want, okay!

Mildred!

Oh hey, honey.

- He took the car.
- Who, you mean Bert?

Yes, Bert. He's gone.

What do you mean?

Just now. He just left.

He just walked out on you?
Just like that?

- Maybe he got a little help.
- What?

For that floppy-looking frump?
What did he say?

- How can he even look at that woman?
- Oh, what's the use of talking?

If she likes him,
all right then, she's got him.

That wasn't even the reason.

And I did pester him,
but I just can't take things lying down.

I don't care how bad things are.

If she can, then fine,
because that's just the way he's built.

I've got my own ideas and I just
can't change them for somebody else.

So what are you gonna do?

You just joined the
biggest army on Earth.

You're the great American institution that
never gets mentioned on the Fourth of July...

A "grass widow,"

with two small children to raise
on your own. That dirty bastard.

Oh, Bert's all right.

He's all right, but he's a dirty bastard.
They're all dirty bastards.

We're not so perfect.

Yeah, well, we wouldn't
pull what they pull.

Not right now.

I almost forgot, I fricasseed
some chicken for supper,

but Ike's got a call in Long Beach,
so I'm going with him.

- I thought it might spoil.
- Thank you.

Mildred, I don't know how you do it.

- What?
- That cake. It's beautiful!

- Hello, dear.
- Hello, Mother.

How was practice?

Hmm, pas extraordinaire.

That is, if Chopin's Grand Valse
Brilliante doesn't give me palsy.

- Where's your sister?
- Outside.

- Now what did I say?
- Mommy!

- Oh. Uh, the, the Grand Valse...
- Valse Brilliante.

Really, Mother.

And who, pray tell, is "Bob"?

- Here. I had extra batter.
- Oh, Mother, it's darling!

- Bob Whitley.
- Oh, of course. The paper boy.

Ray! Time to come in!

Mommy, guess what?

He'll be a paper boy without a birthday cake
if I don't find some way to get it over there.

Maybe your grandfather
wouldn't mind taking me.

Why can't we use our car?

Your father's out with it, and he...
He may be late.

What time is it? Richard Crooks
is back on the Voice of Firestone.

- He's doing a medley of the The Student Prince.
- Mommy!

You still have time.

Mommy, guess what?
Mommy, look!

I fixed my skates all by myself,

and I added string, and now
they're not too small anymore!

Ray, dear, please be
careful around the cake.

- Ray!
- I'm just pretending.

Look Mommy, guess who I am!

♪ Swaa-neee! How I love ya,
my dear old Swanee... ♪

Ray, please!

♪ The folks up north
will see me no more... ♪

Sit down.

♪ When I get to that Swanee shore. ♪

Look. I made you a special treat.

In class, Miss Pinkins said my
caterpillar was the most beautiful.

Mother, where's Father?

He had to go somewhere.

- Now please, dear, come sit down and...
- Then where are his clothes?

He's gone away.

Where to?

I don't know.

Is he coming back?

No. No.

But why? Why has he gone away?

I can't explain it all this instant.

Someday you girls will understand.

What's important to know is
there's nothing to worry about.

But, Daddy's gone?

Oh, it's all right, dear. Hey.

I just wanted to know
why his clothes were gone.

Oh, darling, don't worry.

You know... You know your father
thinks the world of you girls.

But he... He didn't want to
say goodbye because he...

He didn't want to
upset you or worry you.

But it's not his fault.
It's no one's fault.

It's simply due to things that...
That happen.

All right?

If you mean Mrs. Biederhof, Mother,

I quite agree. I think she's
distinctly middle class.

Oh, Veda.

My darling.

What would I do without you girls?
Hmm?

My beautiful, lovely, lovely girls.

Aw, cut the mush!

Great American institution.

Given your age, I'm afraid it's going
to be rather difficult to place you.

I worked a counter, I can stock goods,

- Whatever they need, ma'am.
- I'm terribly sorry,

- I can do it!
- But I have a room full of people to get to.

If you'll excuse me.

Never mind about all them
years behind a register.

Doesn't mean a damn thing!

Why, I've been working
since I was six years old.

Six years old!
At the Abba-Zabba factory!

- If that don't account for any darn skill..
- Mrs. Pierce?

Receptionist, eh?

Sorry, dearie.

Just so happens, at the moment,
receptionists are out.

- Out?
- That was then.

In those good old days,
when even a hockshop had to stick

this receptionist thing out there
in front to show it had class.

Well...

certainly there are
other things I can do.

I'm an excellent cook.

I sell my own pies and cakes,

I wrote down receptionist,
but that's not all I can do.

Sure it is.

Or you would have
written it on the card.

I go by the cards.

Stenographers, secretaries,
laboratory assistants, nurses, chemists.

I mean, some of these
girls have PhDs. ScDs.

Bookkeepers, salespeople.

All laid off.

Sitting by their phones,
hoping and praying I'll call.

I won't call.

What I'm trying to tell you is
you haven't got a chance.

Okay, let me get that wrapped up for you.

Here you go. All right.

Anything else I can get for you?

Would you like that on the blue side,
or... Very good.

Next, please.

Oh hi, ma'am, what can I get for you?

All right, off to the beach.

I want to get you that inner tube, too.

There's Mother!

Mommy, Mommy, can we go over to Grandpa and
Grandma's house for dinner and sleepover?

Can we, Mommy? Please?

We thought it'd be nice for the girls,
what with everything you've got on your plate.

I just bought groceries.

Please, Mommy, say yes.

Veda already packed up
a case for the weekend.

- Well, of course you can, dear.
- There.

- Thank you mommy, thank you!
- Don't worry, Mother.

I brought her slippers
and her little bear.

So long as you girls
are sure to help out.

And look after your sister.

- All aboard!
- Naturally, Mother.

You sure Bert didn't put you up to this?

- Bert?
- The girls were all alone.

Well, have a wonderful time, you two.
And mind your grandparents!

- We will. Bye.
- Bye, Mother.

- Bye, darlings.
- I can't wait to go swimming!

Bye!

Simmer down.

Well, that was fast.

Hello, Mildred. Is Bert around?

Wally. Uh...

No. Not right now he isn't.

- Do you know where he went?
- I don't.

All right. Well, um...

We had a little trouble over
at Pierce Homes over a title.

Thought maybe he could help out.

Ask him to drop over, will you?

Is it... Would there be a fee?

We could probably cook up something.

Wally, come in, will you?

If it's important, Wally, it might
be better you look Bert up yourself.

He's... He's not living here anymore.

- What?
- He went away.

Where?

I don't know. I didn't ask.

But I'm sure old Mr. Pierce might know,
or perhaps Maggie Biederhof.

At least how to reach him.

Well.

When did all this happen?

Just a few days ago.

So you're saying you're
busted up for good?

Well, yes, as far as I know.

Well, that's a hell of a note.

So what have you been
doing with yourself?

Oh, I keep myself busy.

You don't look busy.

The girls are away with their
grandparents and I have the day off.

You know, I wouldn't ask too
much to take it off with you.

Never did mind being around you, Mildred.

Well... You certainly
kept it to yourself.

Me, I'm conscientious.

But say, what are you
doing tomorrow night?

Well?

- Wally Burgan?
- Yes, Wally Burgan.

Since when was Wally
Burgan interested in you?

I don't think he ever was.

But the second he heard Bert was gone,

well it was almost funny
the effect it had on him.

Yeah, I forgot to mention that.

The morals they give you credit for,
you'd be surprised.

To him, you were a red-hot mama
the second he found out.

- Found out what?
- Grass widow!

From now on, honey, you're fast.

- Are you serious?
- I am. And they are.

So how'd you leave it for tomorrow?

Well, he's picking me up at seven,

and taking me out somewhere.

All right. See,
there's mistake number one.

First thing, I wouldn't let
that cluck buy your dinner.

No, I would sit him right down and give
him one of those Mildred Pierce specials,

- just like...
- What?

Me work when he's
willing to take me out?

As an investment, baby!
Now shut up and let me talk.

Why do you suppose he wants
to take you out someplace?

To show respect?

To prove his high regard for you?
Malarkey!

They take us out for one reason,
and one reason only. To get a drink.

Them.

And, baby,
right there is where I come in.

- Come with me.
- What? Now?

Now this stuff, the gin and the scotch,
is right off the boat,

but it's legit, wherever Ike got it from.
And it's A-1.

Now the other stuff, the wine,
is from right here in California,

but it's okay booze, so lean on it.

That's the trick, baby.

You handle the wine right and the
high-priced stuff will last and last.

- Now, what are you serving?
- Who says I'm serving anything?

Baby, baby. You go out with him,

and he buys you dinner,
and you get a little tight,

and you come home and
something happens...

Don't worry. Nothing'll happen.

Of course something'll happen,
eventually.

And when it happens, it's sin.

It's sin because you're
a grass widow and fast

and he's all paid up
because he bought you dinner.

That makes it square.

But if you bought his dinner,
and cooked it for him the way you do,

and just happened to look
cute in that little apron,

and something just happened to happen,

well that's just nature.

Old Mother Nature, baby,
and we all know she's no bum.

And Wally's not paid up.
Not even close.

Anyway, last I heard
you were up against it.

Play your cards right, and within a month
he'll be taking you shoppin' for a divorce!

- So, you really think I want to be kept?
- Yes.

My goodness! It's really coming down!

- You ready to go?
- You mean in this?

Well, it's what we said, isn't it?

It's just so awful out! Why don't
I fix you something here tonight

- and we can go out some other time...
- Hey, hey, hey, I'm taking you out.

Holy smokes. I got no idea, Mildred.

I thought the hired
girl did all the cooking.

Oh! Goodness. A hired girl.

Not me. Plate's a little hot.

Mildred, that was something.
The pie!

Well, that's another thing you might have noticed,
all the times you've been over here.

I don't know how much of a bartender I am,
but I'm an awfully good cook.

And the gin!

I haven't had real gin
since God knows when.

All they serve in these speaks is smoke,

and a guy's taking his
life in his hands, to boot.

Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it.

As soon as the cook gets
these dishes out of sight,

she's going to put on a warmer dress.

You need any help?

I could see giving those
apron strings a pull.

You do and I might just put it on you,
make you do the dishes.

I thought you might need a little help.

I don't need help.

And I didn't ask you to come in here.

Jesus...

Gosh, I'm sorry, Mildred.

I just come in to pull on those apron strings,
you know, as a gag.

You know I wouldn't pull
any cheap tricks on you.

Don't move. Don't move! Don't move.

Penny?

Nothing, really.

Just thinking about Bert.

Bert?

What's there to think about him?

Bert's a good friend.
A goddamn good friend.

Well, that's rich.

Not to me, it's not.

A good friend.

But not so goddamn good that you wouldn't
block him out of a job he was entitled to,

then go around playing politics
so you can get it for yourself.

It was Bert who started Pierce Homes,
you may recall.

Bert owned farmland. The developers
came knocking. He got lucky, that's all.

Anyway, it's no good cussing,
Mildred, coming from you.

Well, double-crossing's no good,
coming from anybody.

I don't like that.

I don't care whether
you like it or not.

They needed a lawyer.

After you talked to them, they did!

Oh yes, at least a dozen
people came to Bert,

and warned him what you were doing and
begged him to go down and put his claim in,

but he wouldn't do it.

He didn't think it was proper.

Till he found out what was proper,
and what a pal you were.

That's... Mildred, I swear to you,
I give you my word!

What's that worth, exactly?

Why don't you tell the truth, Wally?

You've gotten what you came for,
haven't you? A drink, a dinner,

some things I'd prefer not to mention.

And now you want to duck,
so you start talking about Bert.

Funny how you didn't talk about
Bert when you came in here,

wanting to pull those apron strings.
You remember them, don't you?

- I didn't hear you saying no.
- No, I was a sap!

And you're just like all the rest!

- I'm sorry, Wally.
- No, hell, it's all right.

- I've been a little upset lately.
- Who wouldn't be?

Say, doll!
How'd it go last night?

Well, I'm on the town.

Yeah? How's it feel?

Fast.

Figueroa and Sixth. Watch your step.

No, I was...

No.

Mrs. Whitby?
It's Mildred Pierce.

No, nothing like that.

I just hadn't heard and was wondering if you
wanted your usual order for next week or...

I can do it! I can do it!

Oh. No, certainly.

You know where to find me.

- Ray, please.
- Thank you.

Bye now.

- Shoot.
- What is it, Mother?

Nothing, dear. Everything's fine.

Mother, I wish you wouldn't worry so.

I just know everything's going
to work itself out. I know it will.

Remember?

"Do your duty and a little more and
the future will take care of itself."

Aw, cut the mush.

Now what? Veda, finish up then help
your sister gather her school things.

- It's a quarter past.
- Yes, Mother.

Hello?

- Come on, Ray, we need to finish up.
- Yes?

Mrs. Turner!

Of course I remember.
From the employment agency...

It did?

Of course, certainly.

I'll be there as soon as... I will.

Thank you, Mrs. Turner.

- Thank you.
- You see?

Yes.

Now, hurry up and finish, you two.

You're going to be late for school!

The agency doesn't normally handle domestic help,
so this one's strictly off the books.

I was over in Beverly the other night,

and I got talking to this lady
that's going to marry this director.

He doesn't know it yet,
but his house is in for a big shake-up.

So she needs a housekeeper.

And on account of all that fine domestic
efficiency you were telling me about,

I told her about you.

Well, I hardly know what to say.

You see I recently came
across a similar job, as...

- A waitress, and...
- And you turned it down?

I couldn't...
I just can't go home

and face my children knowing their
mother works all day at taking tips

and wearing a uniform
and mopping up crumbs.

But you can face them just fine
when there's nothing left to eat?

That will never be the case, Mrs. Turner.

I'd...

I'm extremely grateful that you thought of me,
though I can't see why you did.

And certainly I'll go over there,
as a courtesy to you.

What have I got to do with it?

You either you want it or you don't.

Listen. I've got my own
little business, sure.

But if that went bust and I had to
choose between my belly and my pride,

I'm telling you right now,
I'm picking my belly every time.

You want to know
why I recommended you?

Sure, you've got a head on your
shoulders and a good physique.

But you let half your life slip by
without anything but sleeping, cooking,

and setting the table, and lo and behold,
that's all you're good for.

So get over it.

Housekeeper?

- Yes, I was sent by...
- Back door.

Mrs. Forrester will be with you shortly.

How do you do?
I'm Mrs. Forrester.

How do you do?

It's customary, Mildred, for the servant
to sit on the Mistress' invitation,

not on her own initiative.

It's perfectly all right,

but on little things,
especially with an inexperienced woman,

I find it well to
begin at the beginning.

Do sit down.

We've many things to talk about,

and it'll make me quite uncomfortable
to have you standing there.

This is all right.

Mildred, I invited you to sit down.

Now.

As the employment agency
people no doubt informed you,

Mr. Lenhardt and I are
to be married next month,

and I am determined to bring this
mausoleum of his into the 20th century.

And I shall need a highly capable
person to take charge of the plans.

Now.

Private quarters are above the garage,
around back,

and your daughters are welcome
to come and live with you there.

I, myself, have two children
from my previous marriage,

though, of course, fraternization between
the children would not be permitted.

I don't foresee a problem, though, seeing
as you'd have your own entrance on the lane

and, whatever the case, any such
concerns can certainly be taken care of.

I don't think I'm quite the person
that you want here, Mrs. Forrester.

I beg your pardon?

I don't think I'm quite
the person for the job.

If you'll excuse me.

The mistress terminates
the interview, Mildred.

Mrs. Pierce, if you don't mind.

And I'm terminating it.

- Harris will show you out.
- I'll find my way.

Nine have been arrested for attacking
white girls! Read all about it!

Get your Times here for five cents!

Nine have been arrested
for attacking white girls!

Read all about it!

Get your Times here!
Only a nickel!

Extra! Extra! Read all about it!

Riot feared in Scottsboro, Alabama!
Nine arrested for attacking white girls!

I'll just get a ham sandwich with lettuce,
a glass of milk, and please,

- just as soon as...
- Coming right up.

Here you go.

Thank you.

I don't know what newspapers
you're reading, pal.

The Times, The Chronicle.

All the editorial pages say the same...

Check the crime blotter.
That's where the real news is.

Well, they say next year at the latest.

Word on the street says different.

Oh, you didn't care for it?

Well, it's no Flesh and the Devil, anyway.

I just think she's heaven on screen.
I could watch her sleep.

- Oh, Garbo snores!
- The usual?

You!

You dirty little crook! I caught you red-handed!
I caught you right in the act!

I caught her! She's been doing it right along,
she's been stealing tips off my tables!

She stole ten cents off table 18,
right after that lady sat down,

and just now she stole fifteen off a forty-cent tip
right under my nose, and I seen her do it!

All right! Quiet down, both of you!

- We got no time for this!
- Ida, what the hell you got out here?

- Anna says she caught Doris is stealin' my tips!
- Doris glommin' tips. I just seen her steal off of table 14!

That's it. Both of you, you're fired!

- What? I didn't do nothin'!
- What? Mr. Chris!

Oh, no?
You turn my place into boxing ring!

- That's it! You are out!
- No! That's so unfair!

I don't need this kind of treatment.
The nerve!

Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize
for such commotion, okay?

Please...

And then? We got... We got two waitresses gone,
we got a whole lunch train,

what do you expect?

- Mr. Chris, we don't have time for this.
- I am trying to keep...

Girls! Please! You're not helping us!

Get out. Get out!

Somebody get out now.

You've got to put somebody on.
It's a mess out there!

Yes, because everybody is
here ignoring their tables!

I'm telling you, Mr. Chris, this is a lunch train.
You gum up the tracks, you lose.

What's this?

Oh, you mean to tell me she's
here to take over for me?

- Oh, no! Nothing doing!
- Who is she?

No way does Anna get the boot
for some ankle off the street.

- If it wasn't for Anna, we'd all be gettin' our tips nicked.
- Wait a minute, wait a minute!

You. You here to work?

Well, yes, if you...

That's it, I'm quits!
No way am I staying with her!

How can you drag in some dame off the
street just 'cause Anna had the guts to...

Okay, okay, cut the hoo-ha!

Anna and the new girl stay.

Now go, go, go! Go!

- Thank you very much.
- Go, go.

Study that while I find you something.
Prices specially.

What size you wear?

Ten.

You ever work in a restaurant?

No.

Your uniform comes off the first check.

$3.95, and you keep it laundered.

The pay is 25 cents an hour,
and you keep your own tips.

And what's your name, miss?

Ida. Yours?

Mildred Pierce.

I'm giving you a light station, see?
Tables 1 through 6.

That's so's you don't get no fours.
Singles and two's are easier.

Now, all them that's just come in, you take them,
I'll cover the others. Come on.

Now you show, after two stiffs,
one goose cursing at me non-stop

and two fours about to torch the place!

So here you mark your number.
You're number 9.

Here you mark the number of the table,
and here the number of customers on the check,

and down here, everything they order.

Now, you got to account
for every check, see?

If you make a mistake, it's deducted,
and you got to pay for it. Got it?

- Got it.
- Go.

Can I help you?

Well, we're not sure we're
having anything at all.

What kind of place is this, anyway,

letting people sit around and not even
asking them if they minded waiting?

Well, it's been a...
little trouble earlier,

but if you could just
be patient for a moment,

I'll see that you're served at once.

The roast chicken is awfully good today.

Well then. I'll have the
67-cent lunch with chicken.

I'll do the same.

But see to it that there's no gravy
on mine in any way, shape or form.

- I hate brown gravy.
- Yes, miss. I'll remember.

I bet you ten dollars she
puts brown gravy on mine.

The train was derailed, boys,
but we're chugging again.

Two roast chicken. One without gravy.

"Hold" one gravy. "Hold" it.
You gotta call it right!

You can't work nowhere without
you're in good with the chef.

You gotta call it right for him.

Never "without," always "hold."

Yes, miss.

Hold!

Pick up your starters.
Pick up your starters!

Have they got water?

- Uh, not yet.
- Oh, for crying out loud.

Okay, get in there.

Well,

can I have a tray?

Get the soup! The soup!

She's new. Very new.

Good work, January.

Pick up something.

Don't never make a trip, in or out,
without something in your hand.

Grab that!

Mildred, you're short 35 cents
on table 5.

What?

Personally, Mildred,
I don't think you're suited for it.

And Mr. Chris was not a bit impressed.

But the chef thinks you'll do,
so we're giving you a trial.

Well, please thank Archie for me and
tell him I hope I won't disappoint him.

Your hours are 11:00 in the morning,
10:30 if you want breakfast, to 3:00 in the afternoon.

We don't do a big dinner train,
but most girls are on call twice a week,

5:00 to 9:00, same wages as daytime.

And we're closed Sundays.

You'll need white shoes.

Ask for nurses' regulation
at any of the stores, $2.95.

What's the matter, Mildred?
You don't want the job?

I'm a little tired, is all.

I don't wonder, the way you trot.

Hold still, Ray!
I can't do it if you keep squirming!

'Cause it's hurting!

Mrs. Gessler, do you know the name of
Catherine Earnshaw's immortal beloved

in Emily Bronte's Wuthering Heights?

- I can't say I do, Veda.
- It's quite famous.

Will you girls be all right
while I speak to Mrs. Gessler?

Yes, Mother.

Now hold still.

He phoned around 9:00, saying he had
a hurry call that might keep him out.

Didn't see him till 10:00 this morning.

Sure, all in his line of business,
but just the same.

Lucy, can I borrow $3?

More, if you want.

No. Thanks.

I just need a few things.

I've taken a job.

- A job? What kind of job?
- Just a job.

Then I hope for your sake you
picked a $5 house and not a $2.

I'm a waitress.

In a hash house.

Sort of rhymes up the same way.

Just about.

That's funny.
And I know it's none of my business,

but all that time you
were answering those ads,

trying to get hired on as a saleswoman,
receptionist, whatever it was,

I kept wondering to myself why
you didn't try something like this.

Why?

Suppose you did get
a job as a saleswoman?

Who's buying any goods?

You'd be standing around
some store all day,

just waiting for the chance to
make a living and never making it.

People eat, though.

Even now.

It might sound funny, but,
at selling, I'd say you weren't the type,

but at this, I don't know why...

Mildred. Oh, no!

Oh, honey, just let it come.
Let it come.

I can't do it, Lucy!

I just can't!

Do what?

Wear a uniform.

Take their tips.
Face those awful people.

They call me names! One of them...
One of them grabbed me...

- Put his hand clear up... Clear up...
- What do they pay you?

- 25 cents an hour.
- And tips extra?

Baby, you're nuts.

Those tips will bring in
a couple of dollars a day,

and before you know it,
you'll be making $15, $20 a week, at least.

More money than you've seen
since Pierce Homes blew up.

You've got to do it, for your own sake.

Nobody pays attention to
that uniform stuff anymore.

I bet you look cute in that uniform.

- And besides, people have to do what they can...
- No, Lucy, stop! I'll go mad!

I'll... That's what...
That's what everyone's been telling me,

the employment people, everybody, that...
That all I'm good for

is waiting tables and
putting on a uniform.

And maybe they're right.

Because maybe what they're trying to
tell you is what I'm trying to tell you.

You're in a spot.

You're starving to death, baby.

Don't you suppose my
heart's been heavy for you?

Don't you know I'd have brought a roast
beef in here, or a ham, whatever I had,

every night of the week,
except that I knew you'd hate me for it?

Oh honey,
you've just got to take this job.

I know it. I can't.

But I've got to.

Then if you've got to,
you've got to, so quit bawling.

Lucy, promise me one thing.
Promise you won't tell a soul.

Hell, I won't even tell Ike.

I don't care about Ike,
or any of these people, what they think.

It's on account of the children.
The chance of them finding out.

I just... I just can't have them knowing
anything about it. Veda in particular.

Veda, if you ask me,
has some funny ideas.

You don't understand her, Lucy.

No, she has something in her that...
That I thought I had.

And now find I don't.

Pride, or nobility, or whatever it is.

That pride, I wouldn't give a snap of my finger for it.
But you're right about her.

Veda wouldn't do it herself,
but she's willing to let you do it and eat the cake.

That's what I want, for both of them.

Not just bread.

All the cake in the world.

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