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[dramatic music]

[explosion]

[dramatic music]

[coughing]

What happened?

Someone's made
a little mistake

and put some chlorine
and ammonia together.

I don't think she'll
do it anymore.

MARTHA BECK: You again, Severns.

Are you all right?

I think so, Ms. Beck.

I didn't realize
it was the ammonia.

Good thing I was there.

She could've been hurt.

What were you doing
in here, Jackson?

Why aren't you on the
ward where you belong?

Oh.

Now I see what happened.

I don't give a damn
what the two of you

do outside this hospital.

But in here, you're as bad
as the ammonia and chlorine.

Now get out of here, Jackson!

This is a hospital
laboratory, not a motel room.

I don't want to see
you in here again.

Do you understand me?

Think I do, Ms. Beck.

Everything's all right.

Go back to your stations.

As for you, Severns,
I'll deal with you later.

You've already
kept me over time.

I want you in my office
first thing tomorrow morning.

I'm sorry, Ms. Beck.

You'll be a lot sorrier if
you're ever out of line with me

again.

[dramatic music]

[clatter]

[dramatic music]

Hi, hon.

Oh.

Ooh, Jesus.

Fiery, huh?

And it's only April.

I hope you've got
some beer in here.

You're all out.

I thought you were going
to keep her at your place.

BUNNY: Well, she said
she wanted to lie down.

So I said why don't
you go into my bedroom

and lie down till
Martha comes home?

Then I could do my housework.

But no. No.

She had to lie down
in her own bedroom.

I'm telling you, she's
the queen mother.

God, she's a pain in the ass.

She can't help it if
she's getting senile.

[inaudible].

Oh, listen.

I'd better give you
your mail before I

forget it and walk off with it.

Hm. Thank you.

[music playing]

What?

Who sent this?

I never applied for
anything like this.

What's the matter, lovey?

What is this, some kind
of April Fools Day joke?

If it is, it stinks.

BUNNY: I thought you
were going on a diet.

What are you eating
the pretzels for?

Now, you're going
to have supper soon.

They're full of salt, and then
you start drinking like a fish.

Do you know how
fattening that is?

Leave me alone!
I'm hungry!

Do you mind?

Jesus, Martha.

I'm sorry.

I-- I never would
have sent in your name

if I knew it would
upset you like this.

You sent it?

Martha.

What's the matter
with my little girl?

Stop it, Mama.

I'm not your little girl!

It isn't some man you're
mixed up with, is it?

Oh, Mama, please?

Oh, why don't you leave
your daughter alone?

Can't you see how upset she is?

She's been mean
to me all day long.

Now I'm going to lie
down in my own bed.

MARTHA BECK: That's
a good idea, Mama.

I'll call you when
supper's ready.

Thanks for the April
Fools Day joke.

Oh, come on, Martha.

For Christ's sake, what kind
of a friend do you think I am?

Sure, I sent in your name.

What did you do it for?

Will you just look at this?

"No more lonely nights for
these two lucky people.

But was it really lucky?

No, it was Aunt Carrie
who brought them together.

She can open the door to
exciting new friendships

for you.

Why not drop her a line?

It may change your lonely life."

Martha, you just need a man.

OK, honey.

You're a little
on the heavy side,

but you're not an
old bag, you know.

You could be pretty
sexy with the right man.

Come on.

Let's fill it out.

What you got to lose?

Let's see it.

Here.

Before you change your mind.

Come on.

I'll-- I'll help you with it.

Where's a pen?

The cabinet.

You sure this is all right?

BUNNY: What have
you got to lose?

God, what questions.

Do I have to tell the truth?

So who's putting you
on the witness stand?

I suppose there's
no harm in it.

You think someone will
really write to me?

Well, there's only
one way to find out.

Some day, you might
even thank me for this.

[music playing]

Dear Martha, I
hope you will allow

me the liberty of addressing
you by your Christian name.

To tell you the
truth, I don't quite

know how to begin this letter
to you, because I must confess,

this is the first letter of
this sort I have ever written.

Would you like to know
a little bit about me?

I'm 34, and I've been told
I'm not a bad looking fellow.

I am in the importing business
from Spain, my mother country.

I live alone here
in this apartment,

much too large for a
bachelor, but I hope someday

to share it with a wife.

RAY FERNANDEZ (VOICEOVER):
Why did I choose you

for my debut friendship letter?

Because you are a nurse,
and therefore I know

have a full heart with a great
capacity for comfort and love.

Your friend, Raymond Fernandez."

[music playing]

RAY FERNANDEZ (VOICEOVER):
"I must confess to you,

your charming letters
have cheered my life."

MARTHA BECK (VOICEOVER):
"Dear Raymond.

Thanks for your picture.

You are exactly as I imagined.

Here is one of me, though
it doesn't do me justice."

RAY FERNANDEZ (VOICEOVER):
"I want you to call me Ray.

Only one woman ever did that, a
childhood sweetheart long ago."

MARTHA BECK (VOICEOVER): "The
day I find a letter from you

always goes so much better."

RAYMOND FERNANDEZ (VOICEOVER):
"Send me a lock of your hair."

MARTHA BECK
(VOICEOVER): "Dearest,

the scarf was so beautiful."

RAYMOND FERNANDEZ (VOICEOVER):
"I will try to come

and see you and mother."

MARTHA BECK (VOICEOVER): "I
can't wait till you arrive."

[music playing]

Oh, I still can't move.

That was a wonderful dinner.

I made the pecan pie.

RAY FERNANDEZ: Oh.

The very best part of
the meal, Mrs. Beck.

MARTHA BECK: You want
another drink, Mama?

Another drink?

You don't usually
let me have even one.

Well, this is a
very special occasion.

[giggling]

What about you, Martha?

You haven't even had your first.

MARTHA BECK: Oh, maybe
just a little one.

I'm counting calories.

I'll help you get it.

Sorry Mother's
such a nuisance.

I think she's adorable.

Would you think I was terrible
if I gave her a sleeping pill?

No.

I want to be alone too.

MARTHA BECK: Here, Mama.

You have to take
your vitamin pill.

But I already had my
vitamin pill this morning.

No, I forgot to give
it to you this morning.

This one looks different.

MARTHA BECK: Just a new
kind I got at the hospital.

How she babies me.

RAY FERNANDEZ: You find
your record, Mrs. Beck?

Yes, I did.

See?

This is a record I
found for Raymond.

I want you to play it
because I like him.

He's the nicest beau
you ever had, Martha.

[giggling]

He's the Latin from Manhattan.

MARTHA BECK: Oh, Mama.

That's not funny.

No, I think it's charming.

A record in my honor.

Thank you, bella senora.

[latin music]

Who wants to rumba with me?

I do.

I do.

MARTHA BECK: Do it yourself.

We'll watch.

[latin music]

She's asleep.

[latin music]

Let's put her in bedroom.

No.

She won't know a thing.

Here.

Give me your hand.

Don't be a shy nurse.

Darling, please don't cry again.

I wouldn't be able
to get on the train.

(CRYING) I can't help it.

I didn't think you'd
be going so soon.

If I'm not home when
those icons come, C-O-D, I

have lost hundreds of dollars.

I couldn't even add a day
if it weren't for your loan.

I would have to be
back in New York

today before the banks close.

[train rattling]

[latin music]

[doorbell]

Yes?

DELIVERY MAN: Special
delivery for Ms. Beck.

I'm Ms. Beck.

Thank you.

[whistling] [whistling]

[latin music]

Bunny?

Bunny.

Bunny!

Bunny, let me in.

Bunny!

What?

I don't believe it.

Were the police there?

Oh, of course you
shouldn't call the police.

You're wonderful, Bunny.

She can't live without me?

Can't I talk to
the poor darling?

Oh, no.

She doesn't even
know I'm calling.

I'm calling you
from my apartment.

Oh.

You don't know how sick
she is from all that gas.

We can thank our lucky stars
that I got to her in time.

What a story for the newspaper.

What?

Oh, get away from her.

Leave her alone.

Ray?

Um, oh, no.

That with my new little puppy.

He was jumping all over
Martha, and I was afraid he

was going to wake her up.

Did I say that?

Oh, well, um, I'm
just so nervous.

I don't know what I'm saying.

Oh, no.

She's here in my apartment.

In my bed.

Oh, I wouldn't leave her alone.

I-- I don't know what she'd do.

Oh, no.

She-- she can't talk to you.

She's unconscious.

Uh.

Uh, Ray.

Ray.

I want to die.

I want to die.

I can hear her.

Let me talk to her.

Uh.

Martha.

Martha.

It's me.

It's Bunny.

Bunny?

Ray is on the phone.

Uh.

No, Ray.

She won't come to the phone.

She says you don't love
her and she wants to die.

She says you'll read
about it in the papers

when she kills herself.

Tell her I love her.

Wait a minute, Ray.

He says he loves you.

Ray, I think she'll
come to the phone now.

Hello?

Ray?

Darling?

I didn't mean it.

Ray, listen.

You'd better come down here.

You don't, I'll-- I'll
kill myself, I swear.

Oh, I can't get
away now, sweetheart.

Would you like to come up
here for a little visit?

[footsteps]

You crazy little fool.

[music playing]

Now that you know everything
about me, you still love me?

Yes.

You would still
commit suicide for me?

Yes.

You don't want
to call the police?

You don't want to sue me?

MARTHA BECK: No.

I have to go through with the
marriage to the Acker woman.

Wait until after that.

You've got to go back
to Mobile anyway.

You can't leave your mother
with that woman forever.

Go back to the hospital.

How can I, knowing
you're with another woman.

I won't touch her, I promise.

I'll get everything from
her before the wedding.

There will be no honeymoon?

I dump her right away.

It's not like this.

And you'll come
back to Mobile?

Yes.

We'll work our
future out together.

I promise.

[music playing]

All right.

After Mrs. Flynn called to
say you'd gone to New York,

I came in here to find
the assignment chart.

I'm afraid you left some of
your other torrid correspondence

with a Mr. Fernandez
in New York.

I think you'd better
take it with you.

I don't think our
board of directors

would look kindly on our
supervisory nurses involved

in a lonely hearts scandal.

How dare you go
through my desk?

You ought to be
ashamed of yourself.

I am not so sure Hitler
wasn't right about you people.

Ms. Beck, get out of
here before I forget I'm

a gentleman.

You bet I'm
getting out of here!

And don't make that
check out to Martha Beck.

Make it out to Mrs.
Raymond Fernandez.

What do you think I am?

I went to New York
to be married!

Two can live as
cheaply as one, darling.

Let me congratulate the groom.

Hi.

This is Bunny, Ray?

What do you mean,
stealing the best

friend a girl could ever have?

Yeah.

Now, listen-- now that you two
have been spliced, I-- spliced.

Married, Ray?

Uh huh.

Now, don't you be
a stranger, hear?

OK.

Here she is.

Hi.

You told her we're married?

Uh huh.

Mama too.

Jesus, Martha.

I got to New Jersey next
week to marry Doris Acker.

How am I going to bring her
back here if you're here?

It's impossible.

You know I've got to
continue my business!

Don't worry.

I'll think of something.

MRS. BECK: [crying]

Now what's the matter?

Oh, that's Mama.

She doesn't want
to go to New York.

Martha, that's completely
out of the question.

I mean it.

Look, you say you love me.

OK.

That you are going
to kill yourself

if you can't come up here.

OK.

But you can't
bring the old lady.

What else am I
going to do with her?

Get rid of her!

Choke her!

I don't care what the
hell you do with her,

but you can't bring her up here.

You understand?

MARTHA BECK (ON PHONE): Yeah.

I understand.

[slam]

NURSE: I'll wait
outside, Mrs. Fernandez,

while you say goodbye to her.

MARTHA BECK: I have
to go now, Mama.

Go.

Go!

I never want to see you again.

Mama, don't talk like that.

You're leaving me here to die.

Now that you have a husband,
you want to be rid of me.

I told you, Mama.

I'll have to find a job
when I get to New York.

Someone has to look after you.

Don't worry.

As soon as Ray
and I are settled,

we'll come back for you.

It's a lie.

It's a lie.

You want to be rid of me.

You're digging my
grave because you're

killing me by leaving me here.

[crying]

You're killing me!

MARTHA BECK: Goodbye, Mama.

Martha.

Don't go.

I'm sorry for what I said.

Take me with you!

I won't be any
trouble, I promise you.

Please don't leave me.

I say, Martha!

Martha, don't go!

It's too bad when
they get senile.

You can begin billing me
at the first of the month

at the New York address.

Goodbye.

Goddamn you.

Goddamn you!

I hope you end up like this!

I hope someone does this to you!

[dramatic music]

JUSTICE OF THE PEACE: And so
by virtue of the authority

vested in me as justice of the
peace of Morris County, New

Jersey, I hereby pronounce you,
Doris Acker, and you, Raymond

Fer-- Fernandez man and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

Aren't you going
to congratulate me,

too, Mrs. Beck?

Oh, I think you should
call my sister Martha.

Martha.

Your car rides
very well, Doris.

Our car, darling.

[car engine]

Goodbye, Morris
Town High School!

See you in the fall.

I can't wait to see the
expression on my kids' faces

when I tell them.

Boys and girls, from now
on you are to address me

as Mrs. Fernandez.

Did they think you would
stay a spinster forever?

Is something wrong with
that word, darling?

Oh.

My English.

Doesn't that mean maiden?

Oh!

You are adorable.

I just can't wait to
see our apartment.

(SINGING) Oh, beautiful,
for spacious skies,

for amber waves of grain.

For purple mountain majesties,
above the fruited plains!

America!

America!

God shed his grace on thee!

And crown thy good
with brotherhood--

Ray?

Darling?

Where are you?

In the living room, Doris.

DORIS: Bring me a towel, love.

Are you coming out now?

DORIS: No.

The bride's going
to take a nice soak.

But I miss you, sweetie.

Bring me a towel.

We're married, you know.

Oh, come on.

You've seen it before.

RAY FERNANDEZ: Darling.

DORIS: [giggling]

[chatter]

DORIS: [giggling]

DORIS: I'll be out in
a little while, lover.

DORIS (SINGING): Glory,
glory, hallelujah.

Glory, glory, hallelujah.

Glory, glory, hallelujah,
his troop is marching on.

Too quick.

Too quick!

What's too quick?

You shouldn't have taken
her things last night.

You should have left
them for me to do later,

the way I always do.

Now she wants them back.

She's furious!

Where is she?

RAY FERNANDEZ: In the bedroom.

She's packing.

[clatter]

Good morning.

I'm leaving!

Already?

That was a pretty
short honeymoon.

Honeymoon?

You ought to tell your
brother what's supposed

to happen on a honeymoon.

Before I go, I want my
rings and my money belt.

Your what?

My two rings and my money
belt with the $2,000 in it.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Somebody took them.

MARTHA BECK: Now, see here.

Do you know what
happens to people

who make false accusations?

They get sued.

I want my rings and my money!

You lower your voice.

You're not in your
classroom now.

You give me back my things
or I'll make plenty of trouble

for you.

How dare you talk to
my brother like that!

And as for trouble,
I wonder what

the principal of
your school would

say if he say some
of those letters

you wrote to my brother.

I tell you, I was shocked
to see such things

from a schoolteacher.

Don't they have a PTA out there?

I'm leaving now.

I guess I'm lucky I
still have my car keys.

So who's stopping you?

Why don't you let your
brother talk for himself?

You act more like a
mother than a sister.

Ray, you haven't said one word.

Are you afraid of
her or something?

Get out of here!

I'm going.

This isn't the end.

You'll hear from my lawyer.

Get the hell out of here!

[door slam]

Boy, was she a slob.

Took me half an hour to
clean up that bedroom.

Think I'll put this on.

Might get cold on that boat.

Oh, I'm finally going
to get to see New York.

And a boat ride is
the best way to do it.

Who's that to?

A lady from Missouri.

Myrtle Young.

Come on. Let's go,
let's go, let's go.

What do you want
to write her for?

Because she'll give
me $4,000 to marry her.

Isn't that a good enough reason?

Hm.

Here, you can hold this
while I lock the door.

Charles Martin.

Where did you
think of that name?

All she wants is a
husband around when

her bambino is
born so her mother

and father won't disinherit.

She's through with men.

Oh.

They all say that after
they've been knocked up.

Knocked up?

Pregnant.

Oh.

MARTHA BECK: Write her
that you'll marry her.

In your next letter,
you better tell her

that your married sister, Mrs.
Beck, is coming along with you.

Excellent idea, Mrs. Beck.

[footsteps]

Well, this is it, kids.

No Tara.

It's not even Little Rock.

Your parents have
a nice place there?

Oh, you bet.

And if it wasn't for a
certain married son of a bitch

down there, I would
be home right now.

Certainly is a
small apartment.

Well, it's the
best I could do.

I didn't know you were
coming till last week.

Well, I wish you'd gotten
a place with twin beds.

I don't like sharing
the double bed.

Anyhow, not with a woman.

Well, you could
always sleep in here.

After all, Charles
and I are married.

You know, you are much
cuter than your picture.

No, no, no, no.

Not cuter.

Let's say, uh, sexier.

I thought you were
through with men.

You sound just like my mama.

Oh!

Say, I think I will
phone Mama and Papa.

Well, now that I can
produce a husband,

I might just as well
start the reconciliation.

What reconciliation?

Well, I'll give
them the address.

They still don't
even know where I am.

Then I will introduce them
to their new son-in-law

right on the phone!

My dark and handsome husband.

[laughter]

And little old
sister nurse who has

come all the way from New
York just to take care of me

while I have my baby.

Wait till tomorrow, Myrtle.

I'm too tired to charm them.

Oh.

I think we should
all go to sleep now.

Oh, well-- well in that case,
I'll just run down and lock

up my new second hand car.

I want to fetch up something
for Charles anyway.

I'll be right back, folks.

Was all the money
in the envelope?

Every cent.

She was as good as her word.

Well, now we got
to get out of here.

Oh, Martha.
That's not fair.

Not fair?

Why wait around till she
tells her parents about us?

That wasn't part of the deal.

I think we ought to get out of
here before something happens.

I'll talk her out of
that in the morning.

Well, I don't like her.

Martha, we are exhausted.

At least let's stay the night.

MYRTLE YOUNG: [humming]

Look out.
Here she comes.

MYRTLE YOUNG: [humming]

I don't know what you
two people are going to do,

but I'm going to take a bath.

Here, Charles.

I brought you up
your wedding present.

A present?

That wasn't necessary.

Well, for whatever the
reason, we are married.

All signed, sealed,
and legal, right?

Of course.

Of course.

And I must say, you did keep
your part of the bargain.

Open up your present.

I'm dying to see it on you.

Something to wear?

Open it up.

You'll see.

[paper ripping]

Oh, darling.

You look irresistible.

It's not bad, is it?

It's all gone.

Hm.

I wonder why I never
thought of that.

What's going on in here?

How do you like your brother
with his new little addition?

What, a wig?

Oh, it's not a wig.

It-- that is a
hair piece, Martha.

I think he looks divine in it.

Where did you get it?

I, uh, bought it in New
York just before we left.

I thought it would be amusing to
change my appearance a little.

Well, it doesn't look too bad.

I'll just have to get
used to it, I guess.

Well, I think we should
all go to bed now.

Myrtle, why don't you
take a nice hot bath?

Well, now, what is
that supposed to mean?

What, do I smell or something?

No, no, no.

My sister didn't
mean anything, yes.

She's so used to her
hospital routine.

Well, I am going
to make up my bed.

Goodnight, ladies.

I didn't mean that
the way it sounded.

There's nothing better
than a good, hot soak.

It really relaxes you.

Why don't you try it?

Well, maybe I will.

I do feel a little peaked.

[water running]

She's in the bath tub.

Not now.
I'm tired.

She might come in.

You didn't care
with Doris Acker.

We made plenty of
mistakes that night.

Now go to bed.

Keep your hands off her things.

This whole thing must be handled
with a little savoir faire,

and you don't have it.

You understand?

[water running]

[dramatic music]

Martha?

Martha?

You up?

[dramatic music]

MYRTLE YOUNG: [giggling]

You don't mind, do you?

I knew you wouldn't.

RAY FERNANDEZ: OK, now.

MYRTLE YOUNG: Yes.

RAY FERNANDEZ: Go
to bed, my dear.

MYRTLE YOUNG: Yes.

RAY FERNANDEZ: And we'll
talk about our marriage

in the morning.

Martha.

Martha, I told you--

Oh.

Martha.

Oh, that's strange.

Why did I call you Martha?

Go back to bed now.

I can't sleep.

I thought maybe we could talk.

I told you, we'll
talk in the morning.

OK.

Let's not talk.

Ah, ah, ah.

Oh, what's wrong?

Can't you see I'm
crazy about you?

My sister is in the oth--

Oh, she's fast asleep.

We can-- come on, why don't
you explore a little bit?

Oh, come on.

Don't be so shy.

Gosh, you can't get me in
any more trouble than I'm in,

so let's have some fun.

[giggling]

Not now.

Jeez.

You act like a little
old virgin boy!

Shh.

That sister of yours
mothers you too much.

You want me to be your little
old southern mammie, huh?

Come on, honey, baby.

Want some sugar, huh?

[kissing]

That's nice.

Mm hm.

[dramatic music]

OK, now go to
sleep and stay there.

Now promise me
you'll stay there.

Oh, you are a meanie weenie.

- OK?
- Yeah. Promise.

OK, go.

What's the matter?
Can't you sleep?

You woke me up.

MYRTLE YOUNG: Oh, I'm sorry.

I guess I'm just restless.

You want a sleeping pill?

I've got some.

You have any other kind?

What do you mean?

Never mind.

You wouldn't.

You're too square.

[sigh]

You sigh a lot, don't you?

In nursing school, they taught
us that people who sigh a lot

are unstable.

Is that your problem?

No.

I was just thinking
about your brother.

And how handsome he looked
in that toupee I gave him.

He lied to you.

I don't believe it.

He never lies to me.

I think he's a little
bit afraid of you.

That's probably why he
never married before.

[giggling]

I bet I'm going to have
to show him what to do.

You must be sure an authority.

Well, I am pregnant.

Not only are you pregnant,
you are disgusting.

You're the hottest
bitch I've ever seen!

I don't have to
take that from you.

And let me tell you something.

I'm in love with your
brother, and if we decide

to make a go of this marriage,
which I think we'll do,

and sooner than you
think, well, we'll

get out of here before
you can say Jack Robinson.

We will go to Little Rock.

Well, as a matter
of fact, I will

make all the arrangements on
the phone with my papa tomorrow.

Charles will fit right in there.

He has style.

And you, you can go right
back to that-- that--

that hospital of yours where
you can boss everybody around!

Now I'm going back
to my husband.

[dramatic music]

[door slam]

Damn it, Martha.

What have you been
saying to Myrtle?

Well, we've been talking
about quite a few things.

Well, what?

Well, mostly she's worried
about whether you can screw

or not.

She didn't talk about
anything like that.

She certainly did.

God damn it, [inaudible].

You see?

You should have
stayed in New York.

I never should
have let you come.

Sure!

Then you could do
what she wants!

Martha, one woman
carrying on in there,

another woman
carrying on in here.

Christ almighty, I'm
earning my $4,000 tonight.

Now, look.

This is the third
time she came to me.

If I wanted to screw her, she
would be satisfied by now.

I want her to go to sleep.

Is that all you want from her?

That's all, for
Christ's sakes.

Then here.
Give her these.

Tell her that they're the kind
of pills she was asking for.

I-- I-- I don't feel
any breathing, Charles.

Oh.

Oh, I'm so sick.

As-- as soon as I took all
them pills, I-- I was--

Once the bus starts,
you go to sleep.

By the time you
get to Little Rock,

oh, you'll feel much better.

Don't worry.

What-- what's the
matter with me, Charles?

What's the matter with me?

Am I-- am I gonna die
from all those pills?

No.

Myrtle.

Don't be silly.

Relax.

You must have been
allergic to them.

Why-- why are you putting
me all alone on the bus.

I'm so sick, Charles.

I don't want to go by myself.

Charles.

I told you--

I--

Now listen, listen.

I'll call your mother and father
and tell them to meet the bus.

Ah.

And then I'll drive
your car down with all

the rest of your things.

OK?

And-- will you--
don't bring her along.

I'm afraid of her.

Don't bring her along.

No, no, no.

She's going back to New York.

Oh.

I'll come all by myself.

Hm?

Just the two of us?

OK?

Oh.

Oh, I'm so sick, Charles.

Oh, I feel-- I feel so terrible.

I feel so terrible, Charles.

Look, it's almost time now.

I got to go.

I--

[moaning]

Go to sleep.

[moaning]

Go to sleep.

[moaning]

[car engine]

Miss?

What's the matter?

[dramatic music]

Oh my god.

She's dead.

[dramatic music]

Hello?

Operator?

Yes, I'd like to make a collect
call to Ms. Evelyn Long.

205 Housatonic Street,
Pittsfield, Massachusetts.

Be careful.

You'll strain yourself.

Don't be silly.

Very nice here, but I wish
it was just the two of us.

You told me the picture
she sent you of her

was taken 20 years ago.

Yeah.

Most of them do that.

How did I know she was
going to be different?

You didn't tell me I'd have to
stay at a motel all by myself.

Well, I didn't
know that her house

was going to be full of
guests for the music concerts.

Well, why can't you
stay at the motel too?

Come on, Martha.

How does that look?

Anyway.

You're not going to marry her.

You promised.

We'll go back to New York
and find a nice little house

in the suburbs, OK?

RAY FERNANDEZ: Uh huh.

You also didn't
know when she sent you

that picture of her mansion, it
was only just a boarding house,

did you?

OK, Martha.

What the hell are you
complaining about?

People who have
houses in the suburbs

are supposed to take
summer vacations.

So we're having ours.

What kind of a
vacation is it for me?

I'm not going back
to the hot city yet.

[water splashing]

Here comes lunch.

Ah.

Oh.

And I should've let your
brother help me get it.

I didn't realize
it was so heavy.

Ah.

Hm.

Well, I'm hot.

I think I'll join Ray.

Will you come?

Later.

[water splashing]

EVELYN LONG: Here I come!

Ready or not!

Yeah.

Come on.

Woo!

It's nice, huh?

[water splashing]

Come out here.

[giggling]

Oh.

Woo!

Oh!

[splashing]

[giggling]

EVELYN LONG: Oh, it's cold!

Woo!

RAY FERNANDEZ: That
was wonderful, Martha.

EVELYN LONG: Oh.

RAY FERNANDEZ: You
should really try it.

Yeah.

Maybe I will.

EVELYN LONG: Ah.

RAY FERNANDEZ: Oh.

EVELYN LONG: Oh.

Martha, I don't think you're
having a very good time.

Well, since you ask.

I don't like staying at
that motel by myself.

I know.

And I do feel terrible.

But this is the last
week of Tanglewood,

and then everybody will go home,
and then I'll have room for you

too.

I was lucky I even had
room enough for Ray.

Well, I have slept in the same
room with my brother before.

That was long ago,
when we still children.

Shall we have our picnic?

I'm starved.

Well, I'm hot.

Think I'll go in and cool off.

Yeah, good.

Go ahead, Martha.

Evelyn and I will
get the picnic ready.

[water splashing]

I'm really sorry
she doesn't seem

to be having a very good time.

Don't be silly.

I wish I could do
something to please her.

She's moody.

It's not your fault. Hey.

Hey.

She's enjoying the water.

[splashing]

Want to know something?

What?

RAY FERNANDEZ: You lie down
here, no one can see you.

Well, that's a fascinating
piece of information.

What's that supposed to mean?

RAY FERNANDEZ: Why don't
you try it and find out?

All right.

I will.

[giggling]

You promised!

RAY FERNANDEZ: What is it?

EVELYN LONG: She saw us.

Look.

You promised!

[dramatic music]

[splashing]

Martha!
Come back!

Where is she going?

Ray, make her come back.

Martha!

Please come back!

[dramatic music]

EVELYN LONG: What's the
matter with her, Ray?

I can't understand what's
the matter with her.

Martha.

Please, please come back!

She's out too far.

She-- she doesn't
swim that well.

[dramatic music]

Oh my god.

Martha!

Martha!

[dramatic music]

WOMAN (VOICEOVER): Oh, what's
the matter with my little girl?

[garbled voice]

[garbled screaming]

Raymond!

My-- Ray!

Ah, Ra--

[dramatic music]

MAN (VOICEOVER): [garbled voice]

RAY FERNANDEZ
(VOICEOVER): OK, Martha.

I'm not going back
to the hot city yet.

EVELYN LONG (VOICEOVER):
Here I come, ready or not!

Here I come, ready or not!

Here I come, ready or not!

Here I come, ready or not!

[splashing]

You crazy little fool.

Come here.

I didn't mean it.

I didn't mean it.

Are you all right?

Are you all right?

Here, here.

Hold on, dear.

Hold on.

[splashing]

MARTHA BECK: [whimpering]

You crazy fool.

[crying]

You crazy fool.

[kissing]

I didn't mean it.

I didn't mean it.

[kissing]

[panting]

[music playing]

[kissing]

[music playing]

RAY FERNANDEZ: You
crazy little fool.

[car engine]

We're in New York state.

Don't be angry with me.

You know, I'm the one
who should be angry.

Do you realize that with
your stupid jealousy,

you could have got
me into trouble?

Huh?

You want me to go to jail?

I'd rather see you in
jail than on that blanket

making love to another woman.

You know, you go to jail too.

Knowing that you were locked
up away from other women,

I'd go too.

I-- I think we'd better get
you that house in the suburbs.

Hello, Lucy?

Janet.

Did I wake you?

I'm so excited.

Listen.

I finally got a letter.

No, you don't understand.

The club.

Charles Martin.

Isn't that cute?

Well, that's the only thing.

He's a little on the young side.

Well, 45, Lucy.

Oh, dear.

And I lied and gave
him my age as 56.

But it's such a sweet letter.

Well, now, listen, Lucy.

He lives with his
sister, and she

picked my name out of the list.

She told him to write me.

No, dear.

His sister.

Oh, no.

They don't live in Albany.

Oh, wait a minute.

Valley Stream, Long Island.

That's a suburb
of New York City.

He even sent me a
picture of the house.

Yes, well, remember, Lucy.

Not a word about all
this to Albert and Sarah.

I promised I'd forget
the friendship club.

But there's no harm in writing
to somebody who's so gentle

and-- and refined, and
whose sister's a nurse.

Ah.

Yeah, don't they
sound wonderful?

Well, of course I'm
going to answer.

This is his first letter
through the club, and to me.

He's so cute.

He calls it his debut letter.

All right.

What's your advice?

Oh, you're right.

I was going to
answer right away.

You don't think a
week's too long?

I wouldn't want to hurt his
feelings, not for the world!

RAY FERNANDEZ: Any
answer from Fay?

No, just bills.

Her name has been on the list
for as long as I can remember.

You'd think the
old fool would jump

when she finally got a nibble.

You should have let me
write the letter by myself.

Maybe it wasn't
convincing enough.

MARTHA BECK: We haven't
paid December for my mother.

They're getting nasty.

Oh, god.

We could use her $10,000.

MARTHA BECK: Maybe
she's out of town.

She'll answer.

Yeah, maybe.

I'd better get back in touch
with the Downing woman.

No.

I'm not going to Michigan.

Besides, she's too young.

RAY FERNANDEZ: What do
you mean, too young?

You know what I mean.

Darling, it's 10
o'clock in the morning.

It's because you're
making me nervous!

You're nervous?

How do you think I feel sitting
around here day after day.

I've even taken to reading
these stupid magazines of yours!

I thought this
was what you wanted.

RAY FERNANDEZ: What I wanted?

You wanted this house.

You almost drowned
yourself to get it.

I suppose the next
thing you'll do

is cut your wrists so
I'll go out and get a job.

Stop it!

Or turn on the gas
like the first time.

Stop it.

Maybe you want me dead!

Dead.

I'm dead.

Finished!

They call this
place Valley Stream.

What a joke.

One little jail after
another with 10 feet of grass

between them.

Valley Stream.

I hate it here.

We could go someplace else.

Where can we go?

Can't even afford to pay for
this rotten little house.

I could go back to nursing.

How are we going
to live on that?

Besides, no woman's
going to support me.

No!

I have to go back to work, and
I can't invest everything in one

old lady you choose for me.

Besides, I detest old ladies!

I'm going to write to
Delphine Downing today.

Look, I told you.

When we get enough money,
we can get married and go

someplace far away from here.

Settle down.

Someplace nice.

Not Valley Stream.

When?

If you do as I say,
it could be soon.

[kissing]

Maybe Fay will answer.

Yeah, maybe.

But if not, we go to Michigan.

If you love me, you'll do it.

[car engine]

[music playing]

I want to meet her
alone this afternoon.

I don't want to bring
you into the picture

until I see how I'm going
to work, if you understand?

MARTHA BECK: Yes.

I'll tell her that
your tired from the trip,

and that you're resting.

You think of the
$10,000 while I'm gone.

That'll help pass the
time more quickly.

And then tonight, we'll
celebrate the new year,

just the two of us.

We'll go someplace nice.

OK?

MARTHA BECK: What are
you doing in there?

You'll see.

Here I come.

All set.

How do I look?

MARTHA BECK: Hm, a
little too old for me.

But good enough to eat.

Hm.

You know,
I think I will rest.

I'm tired.

Wish me luck, and
think of that $10,000.

[music playing]

[door clattering]

What happened?

First I got to pee.

I'm dying.

MARTHA BECK: What were
you holding your hand for?

RAY FERNANDEZ: Where do you
find a bathroom in a church?

MARTHA BECK: What were
you doing in a church?

RAY FERNANDEZ: We
went to pray together,

and we lit a candle for the dear
departed Mr. Fay, whose loving

spirit brought us together.

MARTHA BECK: She sounds senile.

RAY FERNANDEZ: Hm.

And getting near that age.

She is at least 10 years
older than she said.

65 if she's a day.

MARTHA BECK: She didn't think
you were too young for her?

Not at all.

I remind her of the
late and lamented

Mr. Fay when they were married.

She doesn't seem to realize how
long ago that must have been.

She says we have
so much in common

that a little difference
of age doesn't matter.

You should have
seen her face when

I said I was also a Catholic.

[laughing]

Who know who she reminds me of?

MARTHA BECK: Who.

Your mother.

My mother's not Catholic.

Well, you better be
tomorrow when you meet Janet.

MARTHA BECK: Tomorrow?

Yes.

We're spending the day with
her, to celebrate the new year.

What about the $10,000?

She's got it, and she
can't stop talking about it.

She tells me everything.

It's in cash and in three banks.

And don't you worry.

I'll get it from
the silly old bitch.

Got to work fast, though.

Very good.

Who we got to watch out
for is the-- the daughter

and the husband.

Yes.

And now what would
you like to do most

the last time in the old year?

Guess.

I'm not too old
for you, man of 45?

No.

You're not.

50 nurses under
your supervision.

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

Isn't she wonderful, Lucy?

So much responsibility
and so young.

I should say so.

I don't know how the
hospital can do without you

for a whole month, Mrs. Beck.

Well, I just had to come
up and spend some time

with my successful brother.

When he wrote me about the
new house he was buying,

I said to myself, I've
got to go up there

and talk him out of the idea.

At least if he was married.

He's my older brother,
but he can be impractical.

I guess that's because of your
European upbringing, Charles.

Yes, Janet.

And my sister was fortunate,
being brought up in America.

Although the separation
was terrible for us.

Well, I'm glad.

You're so debonair, so-- sort
of cute with your little accent.

And even though you
speak differently,

I'd know you were brother
and sister anywhere.

Wouldn't you, Janet?

Oh, yes.

They're like two peas in a pod.

I'm having such a good
time with these people,

I hate to go.

But I know the three
of you have lots to do.

Can I tell her, Charles?

Go ahead.

Lucy, Charles and I
are going to be married.

Janet, that's wonderful!

I can't believe it.

You're the first to know,
except for Martha, of course.

Oh, it's like a dream.

I can't believe it.

After all these years.

Well, it's not a
dream, and you're right.

The three of us have
a lot to discuss.

So I'd better run along.

Of course, I'll phone
you later this evening.

I won't be here.

Tonight, I'm taking Charles
and Martha to dinner.

Oh, how nice.

But call me early tomorrow
morning before mass, hm?

Goodbye, you two.

It's been a treat meeting you.

Congratulations.

And Happy New Year!

Well, how did you
like the hat she had on?

I made it.

RAY FERNANDEZ: I know, dear.

You wrote me all about them.

Would you like to see a new
one I just made for myself?

MARTHA BECK: Oh,
I'd love to, Janet.

RAY FERNANDEZ: Yes, indeed.

All right.

I'll model it for you.

Oh.

MARTHA BECK: Oh, it's
beautiful, Janet.

Well, I made it myself.

Don't you think it's cute?

I do think it's adorable.

[music playing]

Well, Janet, with
a talent like that,

you are missing your
golden opportunity.

Of course.

If you had a little
shop in New York.

Well, it would have to be in
an inexpensive neighborhood.

Where the rent would
be reasonable, like,

uh, Valley Stream.

Oh, Janet.

What a business you
could have for yourself.

A business?

Well, she'd just rake in the
money, wouldn't she, Charles?

She would indeed.

Of course, you would need some
capital to get started, dear.

How much money do you
think she'd need, Charles?

Oh, I'd say
about, uh, $10,000.

Janet.

If you decide to do this,
don't worry about money.

I have a little savings at home.

What better use could I
put it to than to help

you get started?

Oh, Martha.

How sweet.

Oh, how sweet you are, dear.

But I don't need it.

She doesn't know I have the
money, does she, Charles?

MARTHA BECK: How
wonderful, Janet.

Now, you two,
just help yourselves

to whatever your hearts desire.

It's my treat.

My, $1.85 for a veal cutlet.

I think I'll have a pork chop.

It's a better buy.

Pork chop, please.

But have whatever
you want, Charles.

Don't let me influence you.

You too, Martha.

I'll have the pork
chop also, please.

And don't skimp on his
potatoes like you did on mine.

What'll you have, Martha, dear?

I'll have the veal cutlet.

I don't care for pork chops.

Veal cutlet for her.

And go easy on the gravy.

It looks starchy.

Full of flour.

I know this place.

I eat here all the time.

No.

No.

That's not the dessert.

They're over this way.

Come along.

I wish I'd known you were
going to sweep me off my feet

and take me to
New York with you.

Why, dear?

Oh, because I never would
have paid the hotel for January.

Here it is, only the 1st.

I'll be checking out on Monday.

Think I'll get me
another cup of coffee.

Oh, here, dear.

Let me give you the dime.

Forget it, Janet.

I might want something else.

That girl eats too much.

Well, she always have
a healthy appetite.

We could have left
first thing tomorrow,

but, uh, you want to go to mass.

Oh, yes.

And then you do want to take
your money out of the banks

first thing Monday morning.

You might need some for the
purchase of the hat shop.

And as I told you, you get
a much better interest rate

at my bank in Valley Stream.

Oh, yes.

Of course.

And then we leave
immediately for your new home.

Ah.

[giggling]

Well, I'm afraid we're not
going to make it to Valley

Stream before the banks close.

You see?

We shouldn't have stopped all
that time for that big lunch.

It wasn't necessary.

Not at all.

I told you, Janet.

I get nauseous riding
on an empty stomach.

Did you want me to throw up?

Oh, dear.

Besides, you took an
awfully long time at the bank.

It would have been much
quicker if you'd taken

all the money out in cash.

And run around with $10,000?

That's cute.

Really, Martha,
you don't have as

much common sense as I thought.

I want my two best girls to
stop arguing this very minute.

I think I'll look at my
beautiful pictures for a while.

You sure there's a
nice place for them?

Oh, yes. Of course.

We'll hang them up this evening.

Good.

That's the only thing in Albany
I'll miss, my lovely church.

Everything I have goes
to them, you know.

There's a nice Catholic
church in Valley Stream, too.

I'm sure you'll like it.

I know I will.

But I'll miss St. Agnes.

Of course, I'll miss
Albert and Sarah, too.

Do you really think it was
right, leaving like this

without telling them a word?

Sure.

Think of the exciting
surprise it will

be tomorrow when you
call them and tell them,

I am now Mrs. Charles Martin.

Mrs. Charles Martin.

Martin's Hat Shop.

Isn't that cute?

[music playing]

There they are, safe and
sound in your new home.

That was a delicious
supper, Martha.

You sure I can't help you, now
that we have the pictures up?

No, dear.

You and Charles have
business to attend to.

Go ahead and use the
table if you like.

I'll clean up in the kitchen.

That's a good idea.

Janet, why don't
you get your purse?

We can go over everything
together right now.

All right.

[water running]

RAY FERNANDEZ: Fine.

I suggest you deposit it
in one lump sum, like that.

But you'd better
keep $1,000 in cash,

in cash we find a
nice store for you.

They might not take a check.

Even with your efforts here?

I don't know everyone
in Valley Stream, darling.

All right.

But the jewelry goes
in a safe deposit box.

RAY FERNANDEZ: Ah.

Not until after the wedding.

I want my bride to look
her very loveliest.

JANET FAY: Oh, yes.

Of course.

[water running]

Now, what are you writing
on those sheets of paper?

RAY FERNANDEZ: I have
a marvelous idea.

JANET FAY: Surprise?

RAY FERNANDEZ: Just sign your
name at the bottom of the page.

JANET FAY: And
then what happens?

RAY FERNANDEZ: And then
I take them out tonight

and I mail them.

One to your daughter, Sarah.

One to Lucy.

And one to Father
Nicholas at St. Agnes.

They get them tomorrow morning.

What's this from
Janet, they say?

Surprise!

What does that mean?

Then they ring each other
up on the telephone.

Surprise?

What's the surprise?

And then first thing
tomorrow morning, we print

up some wedding announcements.

Mr. And Mrs. Charles
Martin take pleasure

in announcing their
marriage, January 3,

in Valley Stream, Long Island.

Mrs. Martin is the former
Janet Fay of Albany, New York.

After a wedding trip
to Miami, Florida,

they will make
their home in Valley Stream,

Long Island, New York.

A wedding trip?

To Miami, Florida?

Janet, I might as
well tell you now,

that was my surprise for you.

Oh.

Oh, Charles.

How wonderful!

Surprise.

[laughing]

What a cute idea.

RAY FERNANDEZ: While you have
your fountain pen in hand,

why don't you
endorse the checks?

JANET FAY: Endorse them tonight?

RAY FERNANDEZ: Well, I have to
be out of the house very early

in the morning to
get the wedding

announcements printed in time.

I could stop at the
bank first thing

and put them in for you, hm?

Oh, Charles.

You better hide them.

Oh, yes.

At a nice secret
place in the cellar.

I'll take them down
there this very minute.

And now, why don't you
address the envelopes

for the surprise
letters so I can

mail them when I come back up?

We need another surprise
letter for my nephew in Utica.

Fine!

Do a few more.

We can always use
an extra one or two.

Martha, you better come
down the cellar with me.

You can help me
hide Janet's checks.

JANET FAY: Don't you
want me to help, dear?

No, darling.

It's very dark down there.

You might hurt
yourself on the stairs.

You finish addressing your
letters while we do it.

JANET FAY: All right.

If I didn't see it,
I wouldn't believe it.

What do you mean,
you wouldn't believe?

You saw.

That's what you get for
being kind to a woman

and giving her affection.

I bolted the door
from the inside.

[clattering]

JANET FAY: Charles?

What's the matter?

I can't open the door.

[clattering]

Are you all right down there?

One minute, Janet.

I'll be right up.

Be right back.

[rattling]

RAY FERNANDEZ: Ah,
the catch slipped.

We're locked in down here.

Oh, dear God.

Can't I open it from this side?

[rattling]

RAY FERNANDEZ: No, Janet.

It won't open.

My goodness.

Shall I get help?

No, no.

There's an outside entrance
down here from the back yard.

But it's locked also.

It's going to take me some
time to get it open, dear.

You might as well get ready
for bed in the meantime.

Oh, poor Martha.

She's so tired.

Oh, she's fine.

Martha doesn't mind a bit.

[dramatic music]

What's the matter?

Can't you sleep?

No.

I'm terribly restless.

I guess I'm not used
to a strange bedroom.

Do you want a sleeping pill?

No.

No.

I never take pills,
not even aspirin.

That's too bad.

Oh, I'm keeping you up.

I'm sorry.

You must be tired, locked up
in the cellar for over an hour.

Janet, what's worrying you?

Well, the outside cellar door.

The one you and
Charles got out of.

Do you recall whether you
locked that behind you?

We have quite a bit of
money here in the house

to be sleeping with
the door unlocked.

All the doors
are locked tight.

Now go back to sleep.

You have a big day tomorrow.

I'll try.

Well, do you think poor
Charles is all right,

on that little couch in there?

He's fine.

Now do you have
any more questions,

or can I go to sleep?

Well, if you weren't
so tired, I would like

to have a little talk with you.

About what?

Well, about your brother.

And about you too, I suppose.

What about us?

Well, here I am sleeping
under the same roof with you

and I hardly know you.

What do you want
to know about us?

Well, I really know hardly
anything about Charles.

Well, about his
past, for instance.

Don't you think 2:00 in
the morning is a little

late for family histories?

Well, here I've
endorsed all my checks,

and now I don't even
know where they are.

For God's sakes, Janet.

You asked him to hide them
for you in the cellar.

I know, but now I don't
even know where they are.

And you were down
there such a long time.

We were locked in!

I know.

But right after you came
up, Charles went out

to mail my letters and
you and I came to bed,

and nobody told me
where you put them.

MARTHA BECK: Do you want
me to take you down there

and show them to you?

JANET FAY: Yes.

MARTHA BECK: Well,
I'm not going to!

Storm the kitchen after
supper, don't you remember?

JANET FAY: Well, maybe
Charles isn't asleep yet.

Maybe he'll show them to me.

MARTHA BECK: I wouldn't
repeat to my brother

some of the things
you just said to me.

I don't think he'd want to marry
a woman who doesn't trust him.

Now you get back into
bed and go to sleep,

and I won't tell him
about this conversation.

I can't sleep.

I'm very upset.

What are you upset about now?

Oh, I should have
called Albert and Sarah.

I should have told
them what I was doing.

They probably phoned the hotel
and were told I checked out.

They're probably worried
to death about me

right this minute.

They'll get the surprise
letters in the morning.

How do you know about
the surprise letters?

You weren't even in the
room when we did them.

I overheard you
from the kitchen.

Why were you
eavesdropping on us?

Janet, what's the
matter with you?

I wish you'd let me give
you a sleeping pill.

You're getting yourself
all upset over nothing.

No.

I want to use the telephone.

Where is it?

What do you want
to use the phone for?

JANET FAY: I want to
speak to Albert and Sarah.

I want to tell them where I am.

MARTHA BECK: What do you plan?

The phone is in the
living room, and

you're not going to
go wake my brother

in the middle of the night.

We can do it in the morning.

JANET FAY: No, I
want to do it now.

I want Sarah's advice
about those checks

I signed over to your brother.

Now, you get back
into bed and we'll

settle it all in the morning.

Well, why can't
I call her now?

Because it's late, that's why.

You'll upset her.

She won't be upset.

She'll be glad to hear from me.

MARTHA BECK: I said you can
call her in the morning.

Now get back to bed.

Janet.

I'm going to give you
a few sleeping pills.

JANET FAY: No.

No.

[shrieking]

JANET FAY: No.

I'm not--

[slap]

JANET FAY: [crying]

For God's sakes, Ray, give
this woman back her checks.

Take her to a train and
send her back to Albany.

Ray?

Ray?

Who-- who's Ray?

Who's Ray?

I want to call my daughter
and she won't let me.

She slapped me.

Why is she calling you Ray?

I'm frightened.

MARTHA BECK: She
wants her checks back.

I heard.

Oh, no.

I don't want them back, Charles.

I just want to call Sarah.

I-- I don't want her to
worry about me, that's all.

Can I call her?

Please, Charles.

Can I call her?

I-- I-- I'll call her and
surprise her now, all right?

She's waiting for me.

Please let me call her.

First let Martha
give you a few pills.

You're very upset.

They'll help calm you down.

And then you can
call your daughter!

No!

No pills.

Why do you want
to give me pills?

I'm afraid of pills.

MARTHA BECK: Ray, what are
we going to do with her?

Ray?

Ray?

I-- I don't want
the checks back.

No. I don't want
them back.

And I-- I'm not
going to call Sarah.

All right?

All right, Ray?

I just want to go for
a little walk by myself

and think things over.

I just want to get
a little fresh air

and then I'll be right back.

I don't want the checks.

Leave them here
signed with them.

Please.

Go to bed.

I'll be right back.

I'll just take my
jewelry out of this trunk

and put it in my
overcoat, that's all.

Where's-- where's--
I can't find it!

It isn't in here!

Somebody took my jewelry!

Where is it?

I can't find it!

It isn't in here!

You have to do it.

MARTHA BECK: I don't want to.

JANET FAY: I'll
just go for a walk--

If you love me, you'll do it.

JANET FAY: I won't take anything
with me, nothing at all.

I won't even get dressed.

No!

[smack]

[scream]

RAY FERNANDEZ: Hit her again!

[thud]

MARTHA BECK: Finish her.

RAY FERNANDEZ: [grunting]

[gagged screams]

MARTHA BECK: Here, tie it on.

Let her have it.

And get her off the rug.

[gagged cries]

Here.

Use this as a tourniquet.

Help me.

[garbling]

[dramatic music]

RAY FERNANDEZ: [groaning]

Oh, god.

You're shivering.

Do you have a fever?

What's the matter?

Nothing.

It's just that
you're sweating so.

Take off your top.

It's wet.

You'll catch a cold.

Ah.

Here.

For god's sake,
Martha, turn out the light.

Calm.

Nobody knows what happened.

Only you and me.

RAY FERNANDEZ: I want to
go lie down for a while.

I need a drink.

MARTHA BECK: Do you want
the light on or off?

RAY FERNANDEZ: Leave it on.

I want to make love.

RAY FERNANDEZ (VOICEOVER):
"Dear Sarah and Albert,

[typing]

by the time you
receive this letter,

[typing]

I will be
Mrs. Charles Martin

[typing]

on my way to Florida,

where I will live
with my new husband."

[clattering]

[thump]

MARTHA BECK: Wait a minute.

She always takes things
with her wherever she goes.

Now, isn't that cute?

"Dear Charles, thank you
for your thoughtful Christmas

greetings.

Christmas gives me an
empty, lonely feeling.

Rainelle finally got a
tricycle for Christmas.

She just can't wait
for spring to use it.

She's anxious to meet
her Uncle Charles,

and was very happy when I told
her that you and Aunt Martha

were thinking of coming
out here for a visit."

And so, boys and girls, on the
15th of April in the year 1865,

Abraham Lincoln, the 16th
president of the United States

of America, died.

Each year on February
the 12th, his birthday,

a grateful country celebrates
the hero who saved the Union."

What's "celebrates," Mommy?

Well, celebrates is what
we did today for Lincoln's

birthday, sweetheart.

You stayed home from
nursery school, didn't you?

And we had flags at
the supper table.

And we even had a birthday
cake for President Lincoln.

Right.

It was a bad man who
shot President Lincoln.

Oh, well.

I guess he was sorry
for what he did.

Is Daddy in heaven a hero
like President Lincoln?

Yes, darling.

And now Mommy's going
to put you to bed.

Go kiss Uncle Charles and
Aunt Martha goodnight.

Ah.

Why, Rainelle.

What's the matter with you?

She'll never forgive me
for swabbing her throat.

But she had that
cold three weeks ago.

Oh, Rainelle.

And Aunt Martha was going
to buy you that puppy

that you want so badly.

Oh.

All right, young lady.

Come to bed.

You're overtired, I guess.

I'll just take her upstairs
and put her to bed.

I'll be right down.

Now, Rainelle.

Why did you do that?

A birthday party
for President Lincoln.

Now I've seen everything.

Shh.

She'll hear you.

If we stay here much
longer, she'll have me

sewing flags like Betsy Ross.

Who is Betsy Ross?

Oh, never mind.

Come into the den
where we can talk.

I'm sick of her and that
goddamn health food.

Hungry all the time, and
in more than one way.

We go the Grand
Rapids tomorrow, hm,

for a shopping trip?

Just you and me?

I'm as hungry as you, darling.

Be patient for a
little while longer.

You've been saying
that for three weeks.

No.

She told me this
afternoon she's really

close to a deal on the
property on Muskegon Street.

I thought you were
her financial advisor?

I am.

But you know she's not
stupid, so I've got to take

it slow and easy with her.

Listen.

She's got even more
than we thought here.

Plenty of insurance.

She never wrote me
the half of it, eh?

That's why it's taking time
to turn everything into cash.

And then?

Yes, and then she thinks
we're driving to New York

where I marry her.

But we get rid of her
and the kid on the way.

She's in love with you.

I can tell.

So what?

It's perfect if you'll just
be patient for a little while

longer.

And after that, no more
letters and no more meetings.

No more, I promise.

We get married.

OK?

Charles, it's funny you
should always come in here.

Why do you say
to that, Delphine?

Well, because John always
preferred coming in here.

Instead of sitting
in the living room,

he used to say it was more cozy.

You know, that is funny
because I feel the same way.

[laughing]

Well, guess what we
celebrate day after tomorrow?

President
Washington's birthday?

Oh, no, dear.

That's not until the 22nd.

But at least you got
it in the right month.

Charles is pulling
your leg, Delphine.

As a matter of
fact, he just asked

me to drive into
Grand Rapids tomorrow

afternoon to help pick out
your Valentine's Day present.

DELPHINE DOWNING: Oh, Charles.

Oh, that's sweet of you.

I wonder if Rainelle
found her puppy.

They should be back by now.

My goodness, how that
child needs a father.

She's really taken to
Charles, don't you think so?

I suppose so.

But if you ask me,
you've spoiled her.

You fuss too much over
her, like this morning.

She could have gone
to nursery school.

I told you there was nothing
wrong with her stomach.

You got yourself
so upset over her

that now you're
the one who's sick.

I guess we just didn't want
you to go to Grand Rapids

today.

Rainelle wanted Charles
to buy the puppy,

and I wanted to be
here alone with you.

MARTHA BECK: What for?

I have to talk to you, Martha.

It's important.

I'm afraid I need your advice.

What's the matter?

May I be completely
open and frank with you?

Well, of course.
What is it?

I want to marry
your brother right

away before we go to New York.

Why do you want to do that?

Because I'm
pregnant, that's why.

[dramatic music]

Martha, Charles and I
really do love each other.

We intended to marry
almost from the start.

I guess we just got
carried away, that's all.

But you see, the
thing is I don't

want him to know about this
until after we're married.

I don't want the fact that
I'm going to have his child

have anything to do with it.

That's why I need your help.

After all, you'll be my sister.

I never had a sister.

What do you want
me to do, Delphine?

I want you to suggest that
we get married here right away,

tomorrow, on Valentine's Day.

MARTHA BECK: He promised.

Look, I know you're upset.

Oh.

He wanted to be so
sure that you wouldn't

find out that there was
anything going on between us.

I think you're
wonderful, Martha,

with your old fashioned values.

Charles does too.

And he's just frightened to
death that you'd find out

we'd been sleeping together
whenever you left the house.

But we love each
other so much we

just couldn't stop ourselves.

You can understand
that, can't you?

Yes.
I understand.

Martha, why are you crying?

I'm crying because I
feel so sorry for you.

Sorry for me?

Well, why?

Why should you
feel sorry for me?

I'm sorry because my brother
will never marry you now.

That's why.

What do you mean?

You'll find out when you
tell him he has to marry you

because he's knocked you up.

You make it sound so awful.

Well, that's the
situation, isn't it?

Well, then you've
got to help me, Martha.

He mustn't know!

You want me to lie
to my own brother?

Never.

You've ruined everything.

Oh god.

Oh, what am I going to do?

MARTHA BECK: You're in
quite a spot, aren't you?

Besides losing Charles, you'll
be pregnant without a husband.

Oh.

[crying]

All right.

I'll help you.

But you've got to do
exactly as I tell you.

Get into bed.

I'll be right back.

[clattering]

Here.

Take these.

What are they?

Well, they're allergy pills,
but if you take enough of them

they'll abort the baby.
- Oh, no.

No. I don't
want to do that.

Delphine, don't be stupid.

You'll have another child
after you're married.

This will solve
the whole problem.

They won't make
me sick, will they?

Would I give them to you
if I thought they would?

Now hurry up before
I change my mind.

Here. You have to take more.
You need more than those.

Uh oh.

I think I have to go in
the bathroom for a minute.

Swallow them!

Swallow them, stupid--

Here, you must take some more.

I don't have to.

It was a false alarm.

Oh, my goodness.

I feel woozy.

I think I'd better get into bed.

Oh.

Oh.

Martha.

I don't feel good.

[shrieking]

[door creaking]

RAINELLE DOWNING: Mommy, Mommy!

Look at the puppy!

[scream]

DELPHINE DOWNING: Go, Rainelle!
[slap]

DELPHINE DOWNING: Run!

What the hell
is going on here?

Watch her.

I'll be right back.

Help me.

Help me.

[footsteps]

MARTHA BECK: I put the
kid in the bedroom closet.

RAY FERNANDEZ: What
happened to her?

MARTHA BECK: She
found out everything.

RAY FERNANDEZ: What?

How?

MARTHA BECK: How the
hell do I know, Ray?

She was going to
call the police.

RAY FERNANDEZ: You
gave her the pills?

MARTHA BECK: But I couldn't
get enough down her.

What are you going
to do with her?

RAY FERNANDEZ: She keeps
a gun in her drawer.

Get it.

[footsteps]

[clattering]

[footsteps]

[gunshot]

[dramatic music]

RAINELLE DOWNING: [whimpering]

While I take care of
her, you'd better think

of a way to get rid of the kid.

How?

How do I know?

Take her to a children's home.

Are you kidding?

They'd ask millions of
questions, and she's no baby.

So put a pillow over her
face and smother her.

I don't care what you
do, but get rid of her.

RAINELLE DOWNING: [crying]

[water running]

You might as
well come upstairs.

There's no point in
taking them twice.

See?

I told you she wasn't
in the bed anymore.

Now take off your coat and
I'll leave it on the bed.

Mommy's all right now.

We were only playing
a game to fool you.

RAINELLE DOWNING:
I want my mommy.

I want my mommy.

MARTHA BECK: She's in the
cellar with a nice little puppy

that your Uncle
Charles bought for you.

You remember, she said the
puppy would have to stay

in the cellar, didn't she?

Shall we go down to
see Mommy playing

with the puppy in the cellar?

[stairs creaking]

Come on, Rainelle.

Hurry up.

Let's go see Mommy.

[water running]

[footsteps]

RAINELLE DOWNING: [shrieking]

[splashing]

[footsteps]

You can go down now.

Everything's taken care of.

Go upstairs and pack while
I finish up down there.

We better get out of here fast.

Where are we going now, Ray?

I can arrange a meeting with a
very nice woman in New Orleans.

We can stay there right
through Mardi Gras.

Wouldn't you like
that, sweetheart?

Yes, darling.

I'd like that.

Hold me.

And you won't make love to her?

Do you have to ask that again?

Didn't I promise?

I didn't touch Delphine, did I?

After a whole month, I
never laid a hand on her.

Don't you trust me?

Yes, I trust you, my darling.

[music playing]

We spend the rest of
the winter in New Orleans.

This one will be
the absolute last.

I promise.

And then in the
spring, we-- huh.

[music playing]

[phone whirring]

Get me the police.

Hello, is this the police?

This is a neighbor
of Mrs. Delphine Downing,

3435 Pine Center Road.

Something's wrong over there.

How do I know?

I heard a shot,
that's how I know.

And now something peculiar
is going on in the cellar.

3435.

That's right.

Never mind who I am.

Just get over there.

[dramatic music]

[doorbell]

[footsteps]

Who is it?

Just one of her
neighbors, I expect.

Well, get rid of them,
and finish packing.

You won't need that now.

Besides, I never liked
it on you anyway.

[doorbell]

Go downstairs.

I'll take care of everything.

[dramatic music]

[loud dramatic music]

[footsteps]

Hello, Martha.

Time to go to court.

Are you nervous?

Yes.

Oh.

First day's the worst.

It's going to be a long trial.

You'll get used to it.

At least I'll see Ray again.

Been four months now.

They tell me he still loves
me, but they've been telling me

so many lies, I don't know
who to believe anymore.

Well, then I have
something nice for you.

It's a letter from him.

They're allowing me
to give it to you.

Can I be alone
with it, please?

I'll wait for you over
there by the window.

RAY FERNANDEZ (VOICEOVER): "Dear
Martha, I would like to shout

my love for you to the world.

Perhaps some day when
we are old and gray,

we will have a little
time to spend together.

But no matter what
happens to us,

I want you to
remember one thing.

You and you alone are
the one and only woman

I have ever loved.

You are the one and
only woman I will ever

love, now and beyond the grave.

Ray."

[dramatic music]

[music playing]