All language subtitles for A Woman of Independent Means (1995) Part 2 Sally Field Ron Silver Tony Goldwyn

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I just asked Ms. Appleton to put us on the same team for the spelling bee.

Since we're the only two people in the fourth grade who can spell perspicacious, our team

is sure to win.

Dearest Mama, I have seen enough of the world, or at least the world without Rob.

I'm coming home and will be married this summer.

Please don't say anything to him as I want to be the first to tell him.

Dear Rob, Eleanor's finally asleep.

The physical therapy Tara's her sewing yet she fights every night to stay awake afraid

of missing anything.

She's set up today for the first time since the accident, wished you could be here to

hold her.

I know the company requires all your time and energy right now, but I must admit I wish

the same.

Dear Papa and Mavis, I feel as if I've just been born, cut apart from the presence that

sustained me.

Widow, my hand cramps with pain.

I'm terrified of tomorrow, all the tomorrow as I must face alone.

Please love me.

Dear Mr. Feynman, in response to your telegram, I do want you to sail all stock which you

purchased in my name.

In the wake of my husband's death, his company Midwestern Life has been brought to the brink

of bankruptcy.

I must prevent this at all costs.

The company was Rob's life and I cannot stand back and watch him die a second time.

I lost the sunshine and roses.

I lost the gladness that turned into sadness when I lost.

I'm going to go back to the farm.

Daddy wouldn't make us sleep on the floor.

older than the old man on the desk right after his first s circe.

It's beside me.

I'm young as well.

She had a long time at home for the Cullen campus.

She had something good about him back to the front of your house.

Everything's fine, all right?

Everything is fine.

Who's there?

Who's there?

Mrs. Steve?

It's Annie.

Annie.

Annie.

Annie, come here.

Oh, Annie!

Oh, you're not leaving me.

Oh, no.

You know, she's a girl.

Annie.

How did you know where we were?

I heard from Mrs. Perkins Cook

that Mrs. Banks told Mrs. Steve.

Jill, can you go on in to make your beards?

Yes, Mom.

Come in, Annie.

Whoa!

Well, a good scrub with vinegar and borax.

Florist, who, huh?

Where's the kitchen?

Annie.

I appreciate you coming, but my financial situation.

I can't afford to pay you or make you.

Matthew's gone to California.

He doesn't like to have us now.

We're inconvenient, you know.

I'm not gone.

I'm sorry.

Good, Riddance.

Tomorrow I'll make this place shine for you.

Floorboard or rafter?

No money, Mom.

It's my house, Wurman.

The kitchen?

Dear Topsie, I miss you desperately.

Was it only a week ago I was in paradise with you on the phone?

My arrangement with Annie seems to be working well.

She runs the household while I provide food and shelter.

But on what we need to live, I am committing every cent

I have to saving the company.

I must preserve Rob's dream.

It's all I have left of them.

Is this you?

Yes?

Arthur Feynman.

Mr Feynman.

Oh, my goodness.

Mr Feynman, well, it's so good of you

to get you.

Ah.

Can I get you anything?

No, thank you.

I sold your stock as you directed.

This is everything?

No, I'm afraid so.

I did advise against it.

Oh, I have very few.

If you want to reinvest, keep.

No.

Come and meet her?

No.

No.

Mr Feynman, Eleanor remembers only that once a long time ago,

she was struck by an automobile.

Not a person, not a mobile.

Jillian, come on over here.

Come on.

Hurry up.

I want you to meet a friend of the family.

This is Mr Feynman.

This is Drew and Eleanor and Robin.

Robbert.

Robbert.

How did it go on very well?

Thank you.

Can you hammer?

Hammer?

No.

You can't hammer?

No, so you all go on back and hammer.

Go on.

I can't hammer.

Well, it's very hard to finally be speaking with you

face to face.

Would you care for some lemonade?

No, I have to get back to the office.

If I can help you in any way.

I have everything under control.

That's good.

Bad.

All right, now the employees have tentatively

agreed to reduction in salaries and return for stock options.

You should have sold the damn operation

while we could still get 50 cents on the dollar.

Well, Jean, we thought we could weather it.

That's why we closed the St. Louis office in Kansas City

and let go have the sales force.

You still don't know come here from second.

I move for a vote.

All those in favor of declaring bankruptcy.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute, please.

This is not just about salvaging our income.

I guess it isn't.

A policy to Rob was a promise.

You remember, Mary?

You remember what he said?

He said we were going to give the working man a little peace

of mind and keep a widow and his children off the streets.

Liddy, you remember that?

If Rob were here, he would do everything in his power

to keep his promises.

Well, I pledge all of my assets to help pay these claims.

My son would no more want us to waste time and money

on failing concern than he would have wanted us to take the bread

out of his mouth and with old children

to fall into the mouths of others.

So yes, I want a vote.

All those in favor of declaring bankruptcy.

How could you do this?

The company was his life.

His life is over.

We must go on.

Are we going to vote or not?

Yeah.

Secret ballot.

I didn't know what I was going to say.

I just stood up and started talking, moving in this way.

We didn't necessarily look.

The wings are all rolling.

Oh, we're all OK.

OK, well, I'll do it at that.

Wait a minute.

I'm sorry.

I'll do it this way.

And my hands were shaking, Annie.

So much all the time I was hoping nobody would see them.

I still can't believe it.

I cannot believe it.

Yes, one vote.

We saved the company with one vote.

I don't know whether I would be pleased or disgusted about it.

Annie, sit down.

You've been on your feet all day.

I wish you'd talked to me.

Yes, Mrs. Steed.

Annie.

Sorry.

I can understand the stockholders want to jump.

She had put Mother Steed of all people.

She is the one that should realize how much that company

meant to rock.

I'll do it.

I know what it is now.

Come on, this way, sweetie.

All right.

Ah!

Matthew, you should have sent a telegram.

I wanted to see my wife and baby.

Tell him I don't want to see him.

You can rot in California.

Ask him why he doesn't want to see him as now anyway.

We're inconvenient, remember?

I miss you.

I'm not speaking to you.

I miss her.

And the baby.

And there was no work in California for me.

So I hide back.

Matthew, there is no work for you here in this household.

Well, I'll do anything.

Fix up the place.

The car didn't anything at all.

I can't pay you.

I have no money to pay you, Matthew.

You should pay, honey.

No, I don't.

Annie and I live together here as friends.

We are helping each other out.

I have no money to pay you.

You have friends.

You could talk to them.

Find me a job.

Why on earth would I want to find you a job?

Because you don't pay, honey.

And she and the baby need money.

So I must work.

No, listen to me.

Here, Tazi, I can no longer close my eyes

and imagine Rob beside me within reach.

It's like a second loss.

Our sacrifices on behalf of Midwestern life

seem to be working.

The company is making us slow but steady recovery.

And yet as much as I have struggled and prayed for this,

that leaves me empty somehow.

I thought I felt lonely in adversity.

That was nothing compared to the isolation I feel in triumph.

Unseemly as it may be for a widow of one year,

I must admit that I long for more.

I haven't seen everything in here yet.

She paid us?

Which one?

The doll next to the sun, the tree, and behind the trail.

Well, yes, she's very pretty.

I like a lot, but sweetie, you've seen the little one

down there in the white dress.

I think she's very pretty.

Can we get a drink?

Can we get that drink?

I don't use my own.

Sister Feynman.

How are you?

I'm fine.

I do.

Children, you remember Mr Feynman?

He can't hammer.

Why don't you say hello?

I'm sorry.

That was very rude of me.

Hello, Eleanor.

No, I met when you drove by our house yesterday.

I wanted to speak with you about your financial affairs.

I was thinking we might have a business dinner.

This is so good.

Last time I had scalapini, it was the last act.

I guess it was as this little tridery and forensic.

This is just as good.

Ate here quite often.

The noodle is a kosher.

Oh.

That was a joke.

Oh.

I want to apologize for neglecting

your financial affairs over the last few months.

I've been in Boston almost constant.

There's no need to apologize.

You sold my stocks.

I'm in no position to reinvest as far as I can see.

There's nothing here to neglect.

Well, last summer when you asked me to sell them,

the timing was terrible.

The market was just beginning to move.

Your stocks were just starting to gain.

And I didn't sell them.

What about the money?

It was a personal loan.

Long horn petroleum.

Last August you would have realized $0.40 on the dollar.

I sold them last week for four times the amount that you paid.

And the rest of your stocks are still earning for you.

I have your portfolio here.

No.

Ah.

Ah, I don't know how to thank you.

I have been in Uinta for years.

Since Eleanor's accident, you have treated me with nothing

but kindness and consideration.

Up on word of plain.

I think I can do whatever we pay for it.

I'm a little bit nervous.

I'm a little bit nervous.

I'm a little bit nervous.

I'm a little bit nervous.

I'm a little bit nervous.

What does that mean to you right now?

What do you mean?

Do they sell a very Christmas in family?

Or is it always Christmas?

He's not doing anything.

He's dead.

Robin, first people are sorry for a while.

And didn't they go out to dinner with other people?

He's celebrating Christmas.

Just the way we're celebrating Christmas.

And he's here with us right now.

He's here with us because we think about him and we love him.

And always will, whether we go out or not.

Darling Tatsy, how wonderful that while the world is celebrating the Christ child's birth,

you and Dwight are welcoming into your home a little miracle of your own.

Give my love to Dwight Jr.

He's blessed to have been chosen by such dear people.

And with a baby in the house, I know Dwight will warm to fatherhood.

Although in retrospect, I must admit that even Rob seemed to enjoy the idea of his children

more than their actual company.

I thought you loved the opera.

I do. I can't leave the children at night.

All you say.

Arthur, I have nothing to wear.

This is very pretty.

You think?

Well, the truth of the matter is I can't bear the thought of trying to make chit-chat

with all the fair weather friends who've been gossiping about me for the last year.

That's okay. You won't have to.

We'll get there during the overture. We'll stay in the box at Intimission,

and then we will slip out during the curtain call.

Genuine weather upholstery, or cylinder engine,

40 miles an hour on a country road, and etched glass.

How much is it again?

Two hundred.

It's 15,000 miles.

Plus the tires are going to have to be changed.

There's a hiss in the radiator.

There's no hiss.

I want you to turn it on again.

All right. 175.

La tina tada tada.

Brofishes closes in two weeks.

Arthur, I'm not ready yet.

I'm not ready for Arthur.

And the good news is, nurse John said I did the third best on my entrance examination.

Third!

Oh.

Well, and then I have a pleasing manner with the patients.

Seems true.

Very, very true.

Well, I'm happy to sing Valentine's Day with you, everyone.

And a lovely one of hiss.

And I can pay my way to nursing school by cleaning at hospital.

And I've always wanted to be a nurse.

Max, you know that.

So, I should do it, shouldn't I, Mrs. Deed?

What?

I should do it, shouldn't I, Miss?

Yes.

I'll get it.

Annie, I'll get it.

Well, who would like to give you?

I know I would.

Please.

I shouldn't be here.

Mother would just...

It was a year ago today that he passed on and nobody will talk to me.

I can't... nobody will talk.

Look, a week's.

I'm fine.

Rob's gone, but I've accepted it.

And then I'm making soup or hanging laundry and suddenly I can't stop crying.

I hurt so much I can hardly breathe.

I know.

I know he was my little brother, but he always made me feel safe.

I'm not safe anymore.

I was glad that you stood up to Mother like that at the meeting.

I thought you were right.

Rob would want to keep the company alive.

And that's why I voted against the bankruptcy.

You'd be?

Swear you'll never tell Mother.

I won't.

You never really move on, do you?

I don't know.

I'm not safe anymore.

I'm not safe anymore.

I'm not safe anymore.

I'm not safe anymore.

I'm not safe anymore.

I'm not safe anymore.

There it is all.

I don't know.

I love you all.

I love you all.

Your friend and your friend.

I love you all.

I love you all.

I love you all.

Why is that your favorite opera the entire series?

Because of the way you look at night,

and how you're hummed along.

I didn't home.

I'm gonna miss you, Bess.

Why don't you come and visit?

It's a beautiful spot.

I've rented it for the entire summer.

Me on a farm in the country.

No.

Although I will be embossing over the July 4th weekend.

Now perhaps you can drive me?

Dear Totsys, congratulations on surviving Duat Jr's collage.

After six months of whining and crying you need a respite.

Even though Mother Steve still is not speaking to me,

Lydia and Manning are visiting us this summer on the Cape.

I will leave the children with them, so we can meet in Boston for the 4th of July.

And you can catch up on each other's lives and you can catch up on your sleep.

Piers, I thought you might be amused by the mention of Mrs. Bess's steed,

regularly seen on the arm of Finn and Sia Arthur Feynman,

last page, bottom corner, but at least I'm back in the society section.

Look at me, Annie, you want to play baseball?

No thanks, Drew.

You want to hear what happened when my house comes on fire?

Oh, I've heard all about it.

Drew, we're reading.

Just let me finish this parrot head. Okay?

Uncle Manning.

I'm glad Drew here.

I am too, brother.

Manning's like a little boy. He's practically jumping out of bed in the morning.

I start teaching in a few more weeks and it's such a lovely little campus.

We'll all be able to walk to school together since Mary and Zelda entry is just right across the street from college.

Sounds perfect.

I hope you don't feel that we're abandoning the company Bess.

No, Lydia, I don't.

I know that Manning was with the company for so long because of Rob.

Rob knew that. He was always grateful.

I know how you want to move on with your lives and move out of Dallas.

I understand. I'm grateful to your folks.

That's a new recipe you have.

That's a matter of fact.

Does Manning know?

Oh!

Lydia?

Lydia?

I was wondering if I might ask you for a really, really tremendous favor.

Dear author, I accept with pleasure your invitation to join you in Boston for the July 4 weekend.

The children cannot be coaxed to leaving the farm for even one day, but I'm so excited I have already

reserved theater tickets in hotel accommodations for us.

It's so nice. It's so nice.

It wasn't easy.

You looked wonderful.

What do I do to prove I'm coming here at all?

Why not?

I know leaving the baby.

Oh, good mistake.

Oh, oh!

The Tots, it's my good friend.

All the fun from Dallas.

Oh, love, what are you doing here?

That's me, sweetheart.

I'm here on business.

Oh, my water co-answer dance.

This is my good friend, Totsy Davis.

We're here for the weekend just renewing ourselves.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

Pleasure is mine.

You won't stay in here. The players, are you?

Yes.

Water co-answer dance.

I'm so off-line.

Perhaps you'd like to join us in.

If it's all right with Totsy.

Let's miss me.

We're at a funny turn.

You won't stand for two years and...

We didn't care about the number.

Out of season.

They say that three means just one thing to remember.

We're not a lover.

Let's miss me.

Let's miss me.

Let's miss me.

Let's miss me.

Something, jerk?

Oh, maybe a glass of champagne.

No, thanks.

Bob.

Excuse me, Bob.

I quite like the way he looks in a taxi though, don't you think?

I'm sorry, I'm such an idiot.

Totsy, what's the matter?

It's the way that he looks at you and touches you on.

He treats you like gold.

I thought that the baby would bring us closer together, but all we do is fight.

We're like strangers.

Sometimes I look at Dwight and I can't even remember why I love him.

Totsy.

Leave him.

What?

If things are as bad as you see, you've got to change up our own sanity.

Totsy, Dwight takes you for granted.

He always has, and he will continue to do so until you show him you're not dependent on his love or his money.

That's way too drastic.

Well, I know where he is, but you have to do it.

I've got a child to think of.

Yes.

There you are. Thank you.

No, Arthur.

I'm sorry.

It's my fault.

No, no. I misunderstood. I presumed.

I should have said something.

No, I'll get me here. Best perhaps we should get gone now.

Why? Oh, that we still have half a bottle of champagne left.

Well, you'll forgive me if I don't feel like celebrating.

Now you are misunderstanding. I turned down your proposal not because I don't have strong feelings about you, but because I do.

There are moments I'd rather share with you than anyone else.

As a friend.

More than a friend.

You and I have something very special.

Why conventionalize it with a wedding ceremony?

Inventurism, wasn't it?

You and I are a man and a woman leading separate lives except for the precious moments we freely choose to share.

How could marriage make us any happier?

Well, I suppose that depends on exactly which moments we're sharing.

I always assume that decision would be mutual.

I wrote something.

I thought you might. Would you like to hear it?

Yes.

Don't look at me while I read.

It was hot. So hot outside that his shirt stuck to his back.

And even the June bugs were quite. But still, he could close his eyes and remember how cold it had been.

I, his mother, told him that his father was dead.

Tazi.

Tazi.

I did it.

Tazi.

Oh, fuck.

Don't want to be bad.

Tazi.

Tazi.

Tazi.

Oh, Tazi, what are you gonna do?

Move to Boston.

You don't know anyone in Boston in that little drastic?

Well, you told me to leave.

What is the idea?

I didn't think you'd do it.

I was, I was sitting at the breakfast table, watching him go tap, tap, tap around the circumference of his soft boiled egg before beheading it like he does, each and every day of his life.

And suddenly, I couldn't breathe.

I felt like he was tap, tap, tap and on my head.

And if I stayed one more minute in that room, I was gonna explode or commit murder or I don't know what.

So I left.

Oh, please.

repentless

This is Dallas.

You're gonna fall in love.

I'm gonna fall in love.

I'm gonna fall in love.

You're gonna fall in love.

I'm gonna fall in love.

I'm gonna fall.

I wasn't sure I would see you again.

Oh, yes you were.

What could you?

Three days on a train, you were as fresh as ever.

I missed you.

I don't know if you only missed mutual.

Hello.

How is your trip?

I threw up.

I knew.

I came in vomit.

Oh, sorry.

Come along.

Come along.

Totsie has left her husband.

Yes, yes.

I know.

I know.

She's living in some miserable little plant in Boston,

all by herself, with the babies of Sistine on bullion

and toast, I suspect.

All that I want you to help, huh?

Right.

And she has a little income from her family,

but she knows nothing whatsoever about investment.

Give her some of your expert advice.

Will you take her to lunch next time you in Boston?

See, too, she eats something.

Why don't you?

I can't.

I can't do anything.

I'm her friend.

Do it for me, y'all.

Thanks.

Oh, dear Totsie, the one nice thing about having money again

is rediscovering the pleasure of spending it.

Not that I have become profligate.

My new house is lovely, but not ostentatious,

not for this neighborhood anyway.

I have begun to buy acreage around town.

Authors' real estate is a waste of time,

especially considering how much there

is to be made on Wall Street at the moment.

But I don't care.

Anyway, I find that I prefer my investment solid,

but fertilized, and close enough to keep my eye on.

I want you to start.

Yes, please.

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go.

I want you to start.

Go, go, go, go, go, go.

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go.

Just sample it.

I want you.

You don't have any of those so do it.

I don't care if you're leaving the boxed lab.

I don't have one.

Give me some extra energy.

I don't have to go to one.

I want you to start.

Every-

Want to hang on a bus plane?

So I can lately agree with your health-ath-thart,

Mother Ring, the plump.

You're not enjoying dinner?

It's just how I like my vegetables, right?

I don't believe I know you.

Sam Garner. I came with dances.

Help yourself, Mr. Garner. If those aren't fresh enough,

there's a garden out back.

Wait a minute.

How you doing?

How you doing? Good, good.

Glee golf?

No.

Would you like to...

No.

Blast.

Big lessons.

Just practice. I know the game.

Games change now.

Just bring your elbows up.

What did you happen to land in Dallas, Mr. Garner?

Well, it's always been a destination.

On engineer, I would have thought Boston or New York.

They're already built.

This is where the future lies, huh? My future anyways.

I hear you leave somewhat of a pass behind.

Ooh!

Something like that.

Nothing divorce shocks me.

They say she's a very fine doctor, by the way. Very successful.

Grace Townsend says, you're just not fond of professional women.

I don't know if that's found of anybody.

My husband got along with everyone.

Everyone just loved him.

Yes, I don't see much point in that.

I would much rather be loved by...

Just one person.

Well, good luck. I hope you get what you want.

So do I.

That's enough practice. Let's play this game.

Dearest Tazi,

author spends so much time in Boston lately that I worry he's driving himself too hard.

Next time you two go to dinner, remind him that there's more to life than work.

Listen, when I tell him, I'm glad he has your company when his business takes him to Boston

and that you have here's...

You might remind him that my birthday is coming up on the 17th and that I adore Ruby's.

Why, Mr. Fine, man. How are you?

How are you today, mother?

Fine, thank you, sir. Is Mrs. Steed expecting you?

No, I just thought I'd stop by.

Yes, sir. Would you come here?

How's Markin? Good. Very good.

How's the golf game?

I'm surprised she's taken to it, actually.

She doesn't much like physical exertion.

Listen to the dance floor.

That's interesting.

I find this pretty much kills himself or completely to whatever physical count he presents to him.

When Addera won his hand, he wouldn't stand for teasers.

He didn't care about those apples out of season.

They say the spring means just one thing, two little roads.

We're not above the roads. Let's miss the pain.

If you know Mr. Fine, then do us do good to be alone, Mr. Steed.

What?

Eleanor Fine, then not on that.

Eleanor, I'm not going to marry Mr. Fine, then.

What about Mr. Garner?

Eleanor Garner.

I'm not going to marry anyone.

But you have to.

Why?

Because Joy's with him and they think that you're going to.

Eleanor, I enjoy that company. It does not mean I have to marry him.

Oh, him? Oh.

Well, I couldn't marry them both, could I? I have to choose.

More than his wife.

Why should I?

Because it's not nice.

Oh.

Oh, goodness.

Afternoon, ma'am.

Afternoon.

Did you know you were going seven miles an hour?

Miss.

We are mine.

Sorry.

Dear Tatsy,

sometimes I think the world would be a more interesting place if on coming of age everyone moved into a house of his own and shared his life with a variety of other people and mutually arranged times and places.

That seems much more realistic to me than the monogamy thrust upon us by convention.

You have been spending so much time in Boston, I feel neglected, how is Tatsy and the baby?

I hear he's saying your name now.

No one how fond you are of children, that must just terrify you.

That's, I need to talk to you.

For I forget, I want you to go over the menu for Saturday nights, dinner party. You still think it's too early for lunch to be asked?

Tatsy and I are getting married.

What are you talking about?

I know this is a shock to us as well. You ever intended for this?

I don't believe you.

Could you take advantage of her like that, Arthur?

I wanted to be my life.

I came to ask you to be a witness at our wedding. We want your blessing.

My blessing.

Ass.

Author.

Author.

Oh, I never, ever should have asked you to visit Tatsy in Boston.

I love you, Bess. I always would, you know that.

But I want a wife.

You want?

God, I could never feel like you wanted.

Oh, right now I want your handkerchief.

I'm so angry at you.

I don't know.

I don't know.

Dear Lydia and Manning, my dearest friends, Arthur Feynman and Tatsy Davis have decided to join their lives in marriage.

I had no idea their friendship was heading towards such a conventional conclusion.

It was only a year ago that I introduced them.

In fact, Arthur proposed to me during that same trip to Boston. I never realized that rejecting his proposal would push him into the arms of my oldest friend.

Although I suppose not a man alive can remain oblivious to the charms of a damsel in distress.

Do you think you'll be well enough to travel, Doctor? Goodness knows we could cancel this whole trip.

Let's see here. You'll be all right.

101. He's fine.

Just a little virus as well.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Thank you very much for coming out, Doctor.

Maria, would you show him out?

I must celebrate their wedding if I am to maintain their friendship.

Since you have rented the Cape Card farmhouse for the summer, I hope you will let the children visit while I attend the ceremony in Boston.

The game is on now!

The

Maria, it's Robin!

It's Robin!

No, I can't. I can't. It's too hard outside.

Take the house.

I love you, Mom.

I love you, Robin.

Thank you, Robin.

That's it, boy.

God.

We appreciate your help, Doctor.

We made it as comfortable as we can.

But it was nothing when we left. The doctor said it was just a little virus.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Steed. Your son has spinal men and jitis.

Mama, make him give it back. Mama?

It's all right, sweetie.

It's all right. Mama's here.

You back to sleep, Robin. You back to sleep.

Oh, please.

Oh.

I can't believe you're here.

Oh, thanks. Where else would we be?

Well, aren't you a honeymooner? You gotta miss your crews.

It'll be another.

Where Elle Nundrew,

Manning took them to the farmhouse.

Oh, that would be big.

I'm sorry, but I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Manning took them to the farmhouse. I thought that would be better.

It might be a while before Robin McCus.

Mama!

Could I sleep outside all summer? Please.

We have to talk to the doctor.

All I need is a pillow, not even a blanket.

Sweetie, maybe, maybe one blanket.

I don't mind if the others are fried.

Drew, I didn't call you a chicken.

Mama, I didn't call a druid chicken.

I'll think of the doctor.

They're all asleep outside.

Play down, Robin.

Mom, you promised.

Sweetly down.

I want to sleep outside.

Robin, you are outside.

I am.

Yes, you are.

I sleep outside all summer.

I'm not afraid.

I know you're not.

I'm not afraid.

I need to send several telegrams.

The first one goes to Lydia and Manning, Shepherd.

I'm not afraid.

Yes, yes, yes.

Please.

Drew, sweetheart, can you hear me?

No!

Drew, son.

I'm not afraid.

I'm not afraid.

I'm not afraid.

I'm not afraid.

You're a chicken.

I'm not afraid.

Listen, this is a safe little song.

Find the conductor and make sure that Rob's coughing is loaded onto the baggage car.

I wish your friend best that the one who's supposed to be meeting us here,

that the one who's got Rob's coughing ready, is that Mrs. Smackswell?

Only a certain that everything's been arranged.

Biz, can I get you anything?

Patrick Lemmerty is a sound-aparting, distracting, driven shit in there.

Which car?

Oklahoma City and Dallas?

Mrs. Smackswell?

I don't know what to say, except I'm so sorry.

I can't imagine anything more horrible.

Your poor heart must be absolutely broken.

First, your husband, and now your firstborn, my God.

How much is one one expected to take?

Thank you very much for your sympathy, Mrs. Smackswell.

I don't think the answer is right.

Father and son can sleep side by side eternally in Dallas.

There's a comfort.

Oh, I brought some friends, Biz.

Do you remember the Jessaline sisters?

They just want to pay their last respects.

God bless you, dear.

And remember, he never gives you more than you can abide.

We brought you a little son.

Yes, though I want him a daughter with a very much.

Of course, we are a poor, poor bishop.

Of course, with all my customers.

Ladies, Mrs. Steed is very appreciative of your kindnesses,

but we are about to know.

Really?

But you can't.

And do take care of yourself.

No, no, rub, rub.

You can help me.

You can help me.

You can help me.

You can help me.

You can help me.

You can help me.

You can help me.

You can help me.

You can help me.

No, no, no.

You better not receive yourself.

You can't even do what you had it in the theatre.

That's it as well.

Chris!

Thanks.

No, you've got to.

Don't forget to pick up your

sister.

First outfit.

homicides are freedom par notive.

Me too drives

Oh, oh.

Oh, oh.

Oh, oh.

Eeeeeeeeeeeee!

Well, thank you, Sam.

That's very thoughtful.

They're fresh, very sweet.

Would you like to come in for a visit?

No, thank you.

Is she gonna be okay?

I don't know.

But I'll tell you a bite.

Sit up, darling.

You must be.

You want my heart beat?

Let me treat you with my bed.

I'm a little bit nervous.

I'm a little bit nervous.

Hello, Mavis.

Hey, you need to come everyday.

Best one for mine.

I would.

Thank you.

Afternoon, Mavis.

It's all of a bit beautiful.

How is she?

Sam.

And there would be more chicks if Uncle Manning didn't always have to have eggs for breakfast.

When are you coming, Mama?

Eleanor spends all day in the tree.

Sometimes I think I see Robin in the field, but when I get there, I'm alone.

I miss you, Mama. Please come soon.

Love drew.

Did you see what a beautiful day it was today, Bess?

What's that?

Oranges.

Mr. Garner brought them for you.

Bess did.

Come on, get out of that bed.

Bess, believe me, I know exactly what you are feeling.

I'm sorry, madam, but you must leave.

And perhaps now you will not be so smug as to deny me my right to see my grandchildren.

I didn't.

Bess, you have two children out there who need you desperately.

And that's more than I had.

Mother.

Mother.

How dare you! How dare you!

Mother.

Hey.

awan.

erestess cools.

Kitchin'!

Very best produce I've seen Texas has.

Very best.

And according to the farmer I buy from,

they're changing entire Texas agricultural diversity in producing all kinds of new crops, new technologies, they're bringing in it.

This.

I'm so damn sorry.

Dear Lydian Manning,

Today I left the house for the first time, since attempting to turn it into my own two months ago.

Sam Gona wrapped in my door with a picnic basket he had packed himself.

I couldn't wait to see him.

He's been so kind and solicitous to me.

Beautiful, isn't it?

Perfect day.

I used to have to chase Robin outside.

They like this.

To play.

I remember, always had his nose stuck in a book.

Ever since he was little he'd always carry a book, or I could play it.

The copy?

No, he asked me once, would I rather be eaten by a dog.

I'd never be able to be a dog.

No, he asked me once, would I rather be eaten by a crocodile or walk the plank.

Did?

Ah, did love those adventure stories.

And I laid him to rest with his cubby, kid-napped.

You think that's silly?

No.

Robin?

Yes.

Look at you.

Yes, you look really good.

All right.

Isn't it wonderful that independent they are at the same?

Wonderful, yes.

I got up, Totsie.

I got good news.

We just had our bit accepted on that house just three blocks away, so we finally get to be neighborly.

Sweetheart.

He's old enough to listen now.

Oh, he's just two years old.

He's been all day tracing after him.

No.

Can we don't talk about this right now, please?

Oh, you two are going on your honeymoon.

What?

I'll take care of Dwight Jr.

Oh, but that's he's so much work and you're all by yourself.

No, I'm not.

Children are coming home.

They are?

That's wonderful.

Why didn't you tell us?

I didn't know.

Till right now.

Dearest Papa and Mavis, I know now that I should have rushed rat to my two precious children instead of staying away so long.

Somehow I thought it would be easier for all of us.

It will remain apart until I found the strength to go on living.

Out foolish of me now to realize that they are the source of any strength that may have.

There we go.

Magic.

No, it's actually the winter, so we're in that winter, so they're both in that mate.

Curran.

Yeah, curran.

Oh, do you don't spoil it?

I mean, I have this dance.

I don't know if you're safe after that shark.

Oh, wait a minute.

Oh, wait a minute.

Is that wrong?

No.

No.

Eleanor Drew, come on.

We have to go in for supper now.

Yes, yes.

Well, we will come back at tomorrow and we'll take it down.

It's really very safe there.

No, Sam.

Nothing is wrong.

Thank you very much for coming.

We'll see you at another time.

Bye, Sam.

Bye.

I don't.

The Arab.

Who else can I confide in, but you?

Not even Tati could understand the turmoil I feel.

I hardly understand it myself.

When we joined our lives, I could give my heart and dead.

It shattered the day you died and time and necessity meant it somewhat.

I found Solis an author, but he left me too.

And Robin followed you.

And now it seems that if my heart breaks one more time, it won't survive the damage.

So it terrifies me when this heart leaps at the sight of Sam, that my first instinct is

to run to him, makes me frantic to run from him.

He's kind and sincere.

He adores our children, and he can soothe me and make my blood rush, but I don't want that.

I have lost too many.

I feel just strong enough to love the few I have left and no more.

He's here.

Didn't you want to go?

No, I'm particularly good.

I'll tell him to sit.

No, you won't.

No, you won't.

We can make hot chocolate and play checkers.

Why, guff you don't want to.

People are expecting me.

What are you expecting?

Don't you look charming.

You, my dear, are no main accessory yourself.

Say good night, Mr. Blackstone.

Good night, Mr. Blackstone.

Good night, Emily.

Mr. Smith, I was surprised when you accepted my invitation.

I was under the impression that you laugh at this, that you didn't like me.

You're all this time after stomping you and Garner.

On the links, I was under the impression you were hiding from me.

You did call me a lying cheat you recall, and said I was calm on his pig tracks.

I said that.

Yes, you did.

And a number of other things as well.

Garner, looks as though you lost your partner.

Can't seem to win on the court as a court.

You look thirsty to me, Howard.

I know, I don't know.

Howard Blackstone, that pathetic little trust fund weasel, you despising babes.

Sam, you're making a scene.

Van Dansman.

I have been just dying to dance with this husband of yours.

I'm not going to be a good friend.

I'm not going to be a good friend.

Sam, you're making a scene.

Tazi?

Tazi, I have been just dying to dance with this husband of yours.

What?

I might at least leave.

Yes, leave.

Of course.

Will, just let me stand here with the Dansman mouth.

The Dansman.

The Dansman.

The Dansman.

The Dansman.

Run!

Master Andrew, you scared me to death.

How do you know it was me?

All right, Mother, we were almost ready to go.

Now, we'd like you to-

How come you get still where face pay when I don't?

Andrew, look at-

I dearly hope the blood stains on your face have not been made with my lip rouge.

Take it straight!

I'm sorry, Sam. We're just leaving.

Sam!

Can we carve it with Sam, Mother, please?

You have already carved a hundred pumpkins.

But he's good at it.

We'll be late for the party.

And her feet were burning.

I could feel the skin melting.

If I remember, I'd have this big net.

We robbed a raft of arms for each other.

We jumped!

We heard this a thousand times.

Do you think Robin was afraid to die?

I don't know, Drew.

Think he was mad at me?

I don't think Robin was mad at me.

Is Robin a ghost now?

Or an angel?

I'm not the person you said asked.

That sort of thing.

Your mother would know better.

I can't ask, Mom.

It would make her so sad.

You know what I think?

I think that.

If you was to talk to your mother about Robin, she would like that.

Children, we have to go now.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

I hardly say every three words to me all day.

Sam, I've been reading my book.

It's a very, very interesting book.

All about a woman suffocating into the confines of society,

particularly the conventions of marriage.

Marriage is suffocate.

What is to this character?

Free spirit, head of her time.

What time is that?

You don't think marriage is suffocate?

I've always been fascinated by alternative living styles.

Why does one person have to be everything to another person?

Why does society insist that we share every experience with the same partner?

I don't know.

I think people are more complicated than that.

Don't you agree?

Nope.

Sam, you are so...

What is the name of this book, anyway?

Madam Bovra, she kills herself.

It's a metaphor.

This.

You're not like that.

You want the same thing I want?

Don't tell me what I want.

I'm a state.

My dear Rob, I've been grieving all day.

Not for Robin or for you, but for my mother.

So many years she's been gone, yet I cried this morning as if I had just lost her.

Strange how grief doubles back on you and bushes you.

I feel so alone.

Yet the remedy frightens me more than this isolation.

How I long for the simplicity of the engineers' clean lines and precise angles.

I wish someone would explain myself to me.

Tell me what to do.

I wish I still had my mother.

For yours.

This.

Why?

My goodness, what are you doing here in Dallas?

Oh, business.

And visiting my son when Tatsu will let me.

My goodness, I had no idea you had such tender feelings for him.

Neither did I.

I thought he was gone.

Best, I'm starved for a friendly face.

Will you have lunch with me?

Oh, it's wide. I can't. I had the Shakespeare Society having...

And the Garden Club and the Library Committee and the Philharmonic will all still be there when we finish.

Come on.

So far, I've always been so happy.

I'm just standing there.

I'm a real girl.

Yes, that's what the deal is.

I wish I could take you back with me, Manhattan.

I could use a woman's touch, furnishin' big old barn of an apartment.

I wish I could go.

Is that true?

Or are you just being so them?

Tied.

You know, when I first met you,

I didn't like you very much.

You liked me all right.

You just didn't like my money.

I didn't like the way you used it to intimidate Rob.

Rob could have carried less.

Yeah.

I really have to go.

Do you really want to visit New York?

D'Wide.

You are my best friend's ex-husband.

Well, didn't your best friend marry your ex-consword?

We could think of it as poetic justice.

I have to go.

I'm so glad you came.

May the Smurk Christmas play.

Thank you.

I'm so glad you came.

May the Smurk Christmas play.

How should we collect Christmas?

Well, did you have to ask ours?

It should be poor.

Sam.

I was hoping I'd get to meet you both before leaving.

Sam Garner, sir.

How do you do?

You've read a bit about you.

You've been best in letters.

We were gonna make cookies and trip the tree to nine.

Don't you remember, darling?

I told you.

I have to go to Philadelphia, sign some papers.

I'll be back before New York's.

I promise.

Hi.

Sam.

Sam.

Happy Christmas!

Don't be happy for a snack.

I want to hurry back.

You sign those papers, you'll be legally free.

You can go anywhere, anytime with anyone.

We appreciate your kindness, Sam, but don't feel they ought to be any permanent consequences.

My dear, wearing a harness with the word donder burnt into the letter.

No.

And lost a shoe.

So I shoot it and went back in to fetch at Curry Home.

And when I came back out again, he was gone.

It just disappeared.

Ever since then, I've never found a letter of love.

I've never found a letter of love.

I've never found a letter.

It's fucking crazy.

Grandpa, look!

Oh, look.

I just said, why didn't I?

It's true.

It's true.

Smile.

What did you get?

Who gave you that?

Sam.

Oh.

Mama, look what I got.

Did Sam give you that?

Yes.

I will and no more that is the most beautiful rod he is so considerate.

And do you know how to use a shoe?

It's wonderful, though.

But you take it, lovely doll in Santa Claus.

Yeah.

And you take it and you really...

There's so much fun.

I'm like, that is good.

Oh.

I'm awake.

And when you feel it, hold it.

Hold it.

There we go.

You can actually make a sponge.

Oh, you're a little shiny.

Delivery for Mrs. Theed?

Yes.

What?

What?

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

It's your sign.

It's your sign.

Merry Christmas.

Oh, my God.

It's your sign.

It's your sign.

It's your sign.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Well, God.

Give me my cash.

It's not me.

That's not me.

I'm in it.

I'm in there.

No.

Japan.

Why, Davis, what are you doing?

Sending me a fox farm, Mum?

Well, it is gorgeous, but I can't wait here.

It's not cold enough, hardly ever.

I was wondering if your invitation to visit you in New York

will still open. I could wait there.

Dear Sam, thank you for your dinner invitation for Saturday.

I am sorry I cannot accept as I will be on my way to New York

that night to visit an old friend.

I must have some time away from the routine of family life

to see if I am still a person I would care to know.

The French say, off-wa, to someone they hope to see again.

So instead of goodbye, then we just say, off-wa, Sam.

You can't just come over here like this without letting me know.

You have to tell me.

Please. Marini.

No. No. I can't go through that again, Sam. I can't.

My life is fine. I have my children. I don't need anybody else.

I don't need you. I don't want you. Go away. Leave me alone.

Sam.

Bias?

Marini.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Elizabeth Alcott Steed, daughter of Andrew and Abigail Alcott of Honey Grove.

Widow of Robert Randolph Steed of Dallas and St. Louis.

Mother of Eleanor Elizabeth and Andrew Alcott Steed.

Daughter of Andrew and Abigail Alcott of Honey Grove.

Widow of Robert Randolph Steed of Dallas and St. Louis.

Mother of Eleanor Elizabeth and Andrew Alcott Steed is pleased to be

named of Dallas and St. Louis.

Her Elizabeth and Andrew Alcott Steed is pleased to announce that she will

join her life in marriage to Samson Arlington Garner of Philadelphia and Dallas on Independence Day

the 4th of July, 1992.

I don't know why you're so upset.

Because, obviously, don't trust me. That's why.

That's ridiculous.

When you draw up a contract with a limited partner.

That's business.

Exactly. That's a short term agreement where as marriage is a lifetime covenant.

Between two people who love each other.

Between two people who be in human might change or lose sight of what's fair in a difficult situation.

Now, I don't want to see that damn document again as long as I live.

Alright.

Marriage contract between Elizabeth Alcott Steed and Samson Arlington Garner.

Husband and wife will continue to maintain separate bank accounts from their separate sources of income.

A home will be constructed at the expense of Elizabeth Steed on property owned by Samson Garner.

Elizabeth Steed will assume responsibility for all expenses of running a home.

Samson Garner will pay her a monthly sum equivalent to one-fourth said expenses.

Who gives this bride to be married?

We do.

We all do.

No, had a drink, well I had one too.

I know mine's best cause it was on you.

Come speak, I tell me, now is the time.

You tell me or dream, I'll tell you why.

You tell me or dream, I'll tell you why.

You tell me or dream, I'll tell you why.