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Oh,

I like a lot of things in the countryside.

I like the flowers.

I like the trees.

What else?

What else?

The hills, maybe.

The animals, the birds.

Yes, yes.

Do you think the countryside is quieter than the city, for example?

Yes, but...

Oh, God.

How many times have I made that mistake?

It's common among the kids in my class. It's the thing they most often get

wrong. Oh, well, what's the difference?

If and when I ever get to visit Paris again, I'll have long forgotten all my

French.

I must be going.

No.

Stay. It's still early.

I mean, what are you going to do at home?

Nothing special. Right.

I mean, how many times can you putter around the garden?

God.

I can't believe my mother.

She's out there.

She's made friends with Peter and she's trying to get him to write her

biography. Her stupid life.

As told to.

Oh, come on now. She'll be gone in a couple of days.

Yeah, that's what you said last week. Time passes and she's still here.

Oh, look at this.

She will not stop picking the flowers, which I asked her please not to do. She

doesn't even bother putting them in water, so of course they die.

You know, walking around in a snit is not going to make the time go any

faster. You know, when I ask Peter if he wants to go for a drive or take a walk

or something, he's always busy writing his novel. But he's got plenty of time

to stroll around the lake with her.

You must admit she's full of funny stories.

See? Men.

She certainly hasn't lost her knack.

Somehow I thought Peter'd be different.

Lane, it's your mother.

Is that when you were dating Errol Flynn? Oh, I was too old for Errol

Flynn. I mean, I met him when I was 16.

For Errol, 15 was over the hill.

Lane, I asked if Richmond's over for drinks tonight.

I thought we all might have a little party. What did you man for?

Peter and I were going to drive into town tonight. We were supposed to see

the new Carousel film.

Oh, God, I'm sorry. Why didn't you say something? I did.

That's okay, Lane. We can catch it another night.

Okay, but it's only there tonight.

Where was I?

How we met. Oh, it was like a bad movie. We both hailed the same taxi cab.

Shared a cab and fell in love.

And I know nothing about physics.

Absolutely nothing.

So what'd you talk about then?

Well, look, by the time the meter hit $3, she hit her tongue in my ear. Oh!

What a nice turn of events.

I drop in to visit my daughter, Lane, and she has a writer renting her guest

cottage. Uh, yeah, I'm trying to write. I think my life story would make a

surefire bestseller.

I know, I remember reading about your exploits in the paper all the time. Too

young. But anything, whatever your dad read, it's all true.

No, I remember your picture in the long-defunct New York Journal American

with an actor named Jeff Chandler, who you dated.

What a memory.

What a memory. That was Palm Beach.

I love Palm Beach.

That's where Lloyd and I were heading when I decided to stop off to see Lane.

I hadn't seen her, you know, since she took the pills.

God, that had to be six, eight months ago.

Boy, what some people will do for love.

Or the lack of it.

Of course I understand.

I understand. I mean, if you've never had something, and then you experience

it, and then it's taken away.

Wow. Poor kid.

Try and stroke the ball to the rhythm of the music. It'll give you a smooth

motion.

Yeah, but the music's so fast. Yeah, well, try and keep it rhythmic.

And keep your eye on the ball, you must. Mrs.

Mason thinks she's got me an offer on the house. That's great.

Congratulations.

Two. Not great, but after everything's paid off, at least there'd be something

to put a down payment on an apartment in New York.

Well, I can get two for mine, and it's half the acreage you've got.

Well, I don't know. I can't really afford to be choosy. At least I have a

customer, you know? I think. I hope, at least.

Don't give the place away. I can lend you what you need. No, Howard. Oh, God,

no. Thank you, though. No, you've been...

You've been incredible to me through all this, but I've got to try and get my own

life. What do you do in New York?

I don't know.

Maybe my photography again.

Or, you know, sometimes I think about writing, but I don't know.

It's awful, isn't it, at my age to be floundering around so? I just, I don't

know what I want.

A child.

I'd love to have a child.

Lane?

Did you by any chance finish those chapters I gave you? Yeah, almost.

They're wonderful.

I've been thinking about them and I'm discouraged.

Oh, you shouldn't be. You're wrong.

I just want to start over.

Again. You can't tear up everything you write, you know? Otherwise, of course

you have to take tranquilizers to calm down.

It seems so futile. I was supposed to be finished by now.

Next week is Labor Day. I have to be back at my job the day after. Well, if

you wouldn't let my mother seduce you. Now, her life would definitely make a

fascinating book. Why?

What's so fascinating about her frivolous existence?

That she left my father, who was a wonderful man for a gangster. He used to

beat her up all the time. You think that's compelling?

Was it the shooting? Because, you know, that wasn't fascinating. That was

pathetic. Maybe it's that she's a survivor.

And the book I'm trying to write is about survival. You're right. She's a

survivor. She went on with her life. But I got stuck with the nightmares.

Excuse me.

Uh, Diane wanted some ice cubes, and you seem to be out.

Um, there's a, uh, there's an ice machine just outside the back door.

And you're wrong if you think your mother didn't suffer terribly over that

whole affair.

Poor thing.

She experienced a little hearing loss in her left ear from the gunshot.

Noise trauma.

The only point I wanted to make, and I didn't mean to upset you, is that some

people are survivors, and some allow life's tragedies to annihilate them, and

this is just one of the cruelties of living.

Right. And in your book, that idea is moving.

But the story of a 14-year-old girl who kills her mother's lover is... sleazy.

And the trial was sleazy, and he was sleazy, and my mother was completely

unconcerned. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'll get you those pages.

And they're good, you know, despite what you think. I'm not going to let you tear

them up.

Very good.

I'm very impressed.

I didn't know you were a pool player.

Now you know.

Did you ever get a chance to play that record I got you?

Yeah. Yeah, I did. I play it all the time.

It's so beautiful.

I was just listening to it last night.

Somehow I knew you'd like it.

Did I hear you say your book was about survival?

Well, it's not really about survival. It's about, you know, it's about

everything. Oh, really?

Like the Encyclopedia Britannica?

Excuse me. I'd better get those papers and work.

Howard, it's so unlike you to be rude.

You don't need another book on survival.

We already have the Boy Scout manual.

Lane says he's talented.

He's such a hotshot. Why is he wasting his life on Madison Avenue?

It's because writing beer commercials and deodorant ads is more within his

grasp. I'm surprised.

You're the kindest man in the world, and you can't bring yourself to say one good

word about Peter.

Oh, he's okay.

I don't mean he's a bad person, but I can't stand that Lane gets her

moonstruck over his line.

I mean, she blushes when he's around.

Now you sound jealous.

Oh, what's the difference? She's going away anyhow.

I knew that was bothering you.

You could have seen her at the beginning of the year when she came up here.

She was in such bad shape.

She needed someone to take care of her so badly.

She's very fragile.

Used to spend long afternoons together.

Winter evenings listening to music.

It was such a pleasure watching her gain strength and begin to enjoy things more.

I remember one night I was home alone after we'd seen a movie together and I

noticed that I missed her. And I couldn't wait to see her the next day.

And that's when I realized I never wanted her to leave here.

Thank you.

Of course, I never said anything. I knew she was through a terrible time and not

really over it.

I didn't think she was ready to hear that someone had become dependent on

her.

I didn't want to... I didn't want to say anything that would frighten her or

cause her any confusion.

After all, I am much older than she is.

So in the end, I hedged and procrastinated and... obsessed over her.

And over the right moment to speak.

Next thing I knew, she was head over heels in love with that tenant, that

sensitive young man who suddenly started occupying all her time.

Well... You know, one can see how having Peter on the premises just...

Just the two of them for six or seven weeks, how she could fall very much in

love.

Never thought I could feel this way after Karen died.

Elaine's changed towards me.

She used to get such a kick out of me.

She used to laugh at my jokes and tell me how pretty I looked.

She's become so angry.

What do you think, honey? This or the pink one with the jacket?

Oh, this one.

You're the boss.

Hey.

Hey, come here. Where you going, huh?

Boy, oh, boy.

Am I lucky I hailed that taxi.

You're the only man I've known worth marrying since Lane's father.

The others were just nothing.

Just nothing. And the proof is, when they asked me to marry him, I said no.

I'm the lucky one.

You?

Lucky?

You inherited a machine that's grinding to a halt.

Between my ulcers and my gallbladder and my angina. The whole is greater than the

sum of the parts, remember?

Said the bishop to the showgirl.

Sorry. No, no, come in, come in.

Do you want to borrow this pin? Oh, yeah.

But I've decided on a whole other outfit, so I don't think I'll need it.

It's lovely, though. Where'd you get it? You gave it to me. I did?

What taste.

Doesn't Diane look stunning?

Yeah, she looks great.

Try to have a good time tonight. You don't want to turn into a recluse. I

just really didn't feel up to having people over tonight.

You have to learn to put the past behind you.

What's done is done.

It's easy to say.

I know you wanted to go to the movies with Peter.

Is he a good writer, Lane? No, I mean, seriously. Could he write my biography?

Oh, Mom, don't be foolish.

Why is it foolish?

I've been offered good money.

Peter's trying to write a serious book.

You shouldn't be distracting him.

God, he's always asking me millions of questions.

I don't think your memoirs are something you want to make public.

Really? I'm not ashamed of my life. Your mother's been offered a substantial

advance. Well, then she should find somebody else to write it.

Please leave me and Dad out of it. I can't leave you out of it. That's the

part everybody's gonna be interested in. Well, you're exploiting an ugly

situation.

You've become so touchy lately.

I mean, if your life hasn't worked, I'll stop blaming me for it.

It's up to you to take the bull by the horns, make something happen. I'm sorry,

not everybody's a human dynamo like you.

Your mother does have remarkable energy.

You were such a promising young girl, so bright.

You had my looks.

Well, you had better bone structure than I did, but you lacked my height, and you

had your father's intelligence.

You gotta do something about all that.

I mean, you're young, you're lovely.

Of course, you're dressed like a Polish refugee.

Well, I don't feel too attractive these days.

Peter thinks you're beautiful, and he's right.

Does he? He sings your praises.

He's probably just being polite.

You really like him, don't you?

I don't know.

You've got to be a little cool about it.

The one thing you shouldn't do is let your desperation show.

I don't think I have.

I always felt there was a fatal element of hunger in your last affair.

That's not true.

I don't think Jeff would have run quite so quickly back to his wife if he didn't

feel a certain pressure.

I sensed it.

His name was Jack, and you were never around, so you don't know what happened.

Darling, don't be so defensive.

I'm basing this observation on the time I saw you together, and I'm not saying

anything different than a lot of those high-priced psychiatrists have said.

When it comes to men, you're probably doing something.

You're staying in your own way.

I probably am.

Well, this is out.

Looks like I'm going to a luau.

Oh, my God.

Look at me.

I got to redo my whole makeup.

It's hell getting older.

Especially when you feel 21 inside.

All the strength that is sustaining you all through your life just...

vanished one by one.

And you study your face in the mirror and you...

You

notice something's missing.

And then you realize it's your future.

So that's...

That's why I want you to find yourself while there's still time left to enjoy

it

Hi

I guess I'm early.

The guests haven't arrived yet.

Well, you look wonderful.

All dressed up.

It's starting to rain.

Maybe it'll cool things off.

Let's hope.

Well, you look lovely.

I said that.

Thank you.

Did you know the, um... Steffi.

Sorry, what were you going to say?

You look like... No, nothing.

Thunder's getting close.

Yeah.

So, um, who's the history professor?

The history professor?

How'd you know about that?

Did we talk about that?

Well, you mentioned to me one time that that might be the title of your book.

The history professor was my father.

He taught at a college in Connecticut, and he... He was fired during the

McCarthy era. He was blacklisted.

He had to do all kinds of things to keep us going.

Like what?

He supported us by playing poker.

I'm betting the horses.

He sounds wonderful.

Yeah, he was.

I see what you mean by a survivor.

This summer went by too fast.

I had such high hopes for this book.

To tell you the truth, I'm floundering.

Is this the first time you tried to write a book?

Well, I published a couple of short stories.

Nothing... Nothing any good.

I've never been able to do it full-time. I've always been up to my neck with

other obligations.

You don't want to hear about all this.

You know, Lane showed me some of your short stories, and I thought they were

wonderful.

I've wanted to talk to you so often.

We never seem to be alone.

We were alone.

We were alone for a whole afternoon.

Running into you at the local flea market is not exactly private.

But we walked around together.

You didn't say anything.

No, I didn't, did I?

Well, I felt awkward.

But at least you liked the record I found you, so the afternoon wasn't a

complete waste of time.

It's so funny, because I used to be in love with a boy who just idolized Art

Tatum. Oh, this was years ago on my first visit to Paris.

He was a student.

He played piano in a jazz club in the student quarter.

He didn't speak any English.

And we spent a summer together trying to make each other understand our feelings.

The funny thing was, it didn't matter that we only knew a few words.

That was years ago.

I hate thunder.

I don't care how harmless it is, I want to get right under the bed.

The air's full of electricity.

I'm serious.

Where is everyone?

I heard voices.

Hi. How do I look? Nobody say old and fat.

You look great. You look great.

What time are the guests arriving? Any minute. Let's get some more lights on.

Did Lane make any hors d'oeuvres?

What were you two doing before we came down?

Excuse me?

Oh, I mean, I hope you weren't out on the porch.

The lighting's getting close.

Oh, no.

Let's have some music.

All right, who wants what?

Well, you know about me.

Peter? Vodka?

Vodka, vodka. Stephanie, what do you want?

Vodka, please.

Have you given any more thought about my memoirs?

They deserve better than me.

They're too good to waste on a fledgling writer.

You're patronizing me.

Lane says you think my life is trivial.

I never said that.

Lloyd, come on.

Dance with me. Oh, honey, I'm such a stiff.

If you can figure out the universe, you can figure out the box step.

All right.

See there? You're terrific.

I try.

I had so many other things I wanted to say to you. Oh, well, it's... You know,

there are people coming over and people here, so... Well, I don't want to be

pushy. No, Peter, you're not pushy. I wish you'd been here for the whole

summer instead of just for the month of August. Yeah, well, you know, I

couldn't. I have obligations, too, so... What is that record? It's terrific!

It's Art Tatum and Ben Webster.

It's funny.

What? I really made a complete fool out of myself, didn't I, when I met you?

No! Yeah, I remember carrying on a great length of writing and metaphor and

choice out of no cliche unturned. No, actually, I just thought you

were so sweet.

You reminded me of Paul, the boy that I knew in Paris.

Really? Yeah.

Yeah. Well, I'm very flattered.

Which one is Art Tatum and which is Ben Webster?

Art Tatum's the piano.

See, and I just felt foolish all the time because I was very taken with you

right off.

I love all the music from that era. You don't have any Benny Goodman, do you?

Uh, not here.

Or Coon Sanders' Nighthawks?

Please don't panic when I say this, but I just think you're...

Boy, lovely.

Peter, don't.

Please, let's just stop this before it's too late. You know, I can't.

I just feel flushed and my heart is pounding.

Oh, there are the Richmans. The Richmans are here. Get it, will you, Lloyd?

Oh, Howard.

It's pouring out there. We're expecting the Richmans.

Let me get your drink, huh? Hi, Howard. Hi.

The richness must be stuck.

You're wet.

Oh, I guess I am.

Look,

my old Ouija board.

Look! Oh, it ain't take too long. What you want is a computerized Ouija board.

That way you can punch up any dead person you want to talk to. Howard, you

did say scotch, did you? Ask Lane to dance with you. Me?

She'll be thrilled. She's got a big crush on you.

I don't dance.

Oh, that's what everybody says. Come on.

She's been so blue.

Lane!

Yes? Go ahead.

Go ahead.

Lane, Peter was just asking me if I'd ask you to dance with him.

No, thank you.

Oh, yes, thank you. That music is fabulous.

I used to go to Harlem to hear music like that.

I was dating a disc jockey. He used to call records sides.

Truly, I have two left feet.

I'll get that.

I'll get it. You just enjoy yourself.

She bothered.

No, not at all.

I like her energy.

This is the record you bought at the flea market, isn't it?

I didn't know you liked jazz.

I know you like for coffee.

Yeah, but not to dance to.

The Richmans aren't coming. Their house is flooded.

Oh, really? Maybe we can go to the Curacao with them. In the storm.

No, no, maybe.

Oh, let's not let it kill our evening. The Richmans are coming. We're lucky.

They're so boring.

So boring? Why did you invite them? Uh-oh. Uh-oh.

Oh, God.

This could last an hour.

Floyd.

I love walking around in the pitch black.

I think I just put my hand in the guacamole. Floyd.

The Richmans are flooded. The electricity's going off. God is testing

us. And I, for one, am going to be ready.

Where's the vodka?

C. O.

M.

I don't know any Toms.

Oh, wait a minute.

Are you that dentist in Hackensack that tried to rape me when I was 15?

No? Okay.

Okay.

One more try.

And... Ooh, I...

See... Oh, God, Nick.

Wait a minute. Are you in this room?

Is your ghost in this room?

Bullet hole and all?

You were so bad, but so gorgeous.

Do you still comb your hair like you were in Sicily?

Well, we had some good times.

It was hectic.

It was dangerous.

I think it's clearing up.

Yeah.

Please don't move away from here.

I have to.

You know, I should never drink. My head really spins.

How are you gonna drive home?

Same way I always do.

Thinking about you.

You know, in all the time I've known you, I don't think I've ever seen you

drink.

No.

Although, the year after my wife died, I was never sober.

Of course, on the faculty of the school where I work, it's hard to tell.

I'm going to miss you so much.

I'm going to miss you too.

But we'll always stay in touch.

You know what I'm saying.

Howard, please.

I have to.

When you got that offer today to sell the house, I realized suddenly you

wouldn't be sharing those winter evenings again.

But you knew I was only up here to get well, not permanently.

Is the difference in our ages awkward for you?

I'm in love with Peter.

Isn't that the most ridiculous thing?

Considering I don't think I even have a chance with him.

I did for a while.

I keep telling myself that maybe it'll still work out all right somehow.

Why Peter and not you?

No reason worthy of you.

How often I've wanted to touch you.

Please, please don't.

Now that I've embarrassed us both.

Let me make you some coffee.

You're gonna have a terrible hangover tomorrow.

I don't play this game that well in the light, let alone the dark.

Look how much it's cleared up.

I can see a billion stars.

It should be nice tomorrow.

So tell me, is it true you worked on the atomic bomb?

No.

Did Diane tell you that?

Yes.

Not at all.

I did one small unrelated project at Los Alamos many years ago.

When she's describing me to people, I'm the father of the A-bomb.

What branch of physics are you involved with?

Nothing much more terrifying than blowing up the planet.

Really?

Is there anything more terrifying than the destruction of the world?

Yes.

The knowledge that it doesn't matter one way or the other.

It's all random, originating aimlessly out of nothing and

eventually vanishing forever.

I'm not talking about the world.

I'm talking about the universe.

All space, all time, just temporary convulsion.

And I get paid to prove it.

You feel so sure of that when you look out on a clear night like tonight and

see all those millions of stars?

That none of it matters?

I think it's just as beautiful as you do.

And vaguely evocative of some deep truth that always just keeps slipping away.

But then my professional perspective overcomes me.

A less wishful, more penetrating view of it.

And I understand it for what it truly is.

Haphazard.

Morally neutral.

And unimaginatively violent.

Look, we shouldn't have this conversation.

I have to sleep alone tonight.

That's why I cling to Diane.

Consider myself very lucky.

She's warm and vital and holds me while I sleep.

That way I don't have to dream of photons.

I have a question for you, Richard.

Your daughter hates me.

Our daughter hates me, and I love her.

She's my one child, and I want her to be happy.

She never got over the shooting, you know.

See, now, I'm a tough cookie.

I can file and forget.

Rap once if you hear me, Richard.

I want her to forgive me.

So you speak to her, okay, Richard?

You two were so close.

She loved you so much.

You rap if you hear me, Richard.

Rap.

I love those old songs.

Between the music, the candlelight, and the drink, it feels like we're in some

exotic place.

I should never drink. My head swims.

What are you doing?

I've wanted to touch your face since the first time we met.

What do you want me to say to you?

Soon we'll be going in separate directions.

Peter, you must know that this is impossible.

Elena's my best friend.

She's crazy about you. You don't think I could ever do that?

And she's become so attached to you.

Please.

I already feel guilty enough because I let her on.

Not on purpose. I just wasn't thinking about anyone but myself.

You know, she's told me about all the time you spent together.

I know, you know, about all your walks and talks by the lake, under the stars.

She's told me all that.

I felt very lonely.

I needed some company, and my marriage broke up.

I was losing confidence that I could write this book.

I needed a voice to keep me from panicking.

But you made love together.

I didn't understand how vulnerable she was until it was too late.

I know it's my fault.

Would you...

Would you have become serious about her if I hadn't come along?

I don't know.

Maybe.

You do funny things when you feel empty inside.

Look.

I'm married.

You know, my kids come home from camp in a week. I have a life.

I know.

But is it the life you want?

You've been flirting with me for weeks.

Please, just go away.

My

husband's

a wonderful man.

He's bewildered because I wanted to summer apart.

He's a radiologist.

He takes x-rays, but... I never let him take them of me because if he looked

inside, he'd see things that he wouldn't understand and he'd be terribly hurt.

Now, somewhere along the line, I just...

I just started going through the motions of my life.

Steffi.

I just... I just long so to hear certain things said to me again.

I want so much to respond, but... I can only run.

I can only run.

That's all I can do.

I knew you cared about me right from the beginning. That's why I couldn't even

look at you when you were around because I felt so guilty.

I want to kiss you right now.

You can't. You can't because there's too many problems.

This is just out of the question.

Out of the question.

We're going to be discovered.

Just please go already.

Out of the question.

Time for me to go home.

Sorry about the Kurosawa film.

I made some coffee before. Do you want me to heat it up for you?

No, thanks. I'd rather stay drunk.

Maybe you'd better.

I'm supposed to work tomorrow.

You've been in such a strange mood all night.

Did you know that the universe was haphazard?

Morally neutral and unimaginably violent.

Peter.

What happened to us?

What do you mean?

You know, we... We were getting so close.

And we... We shared all that time.

And, um...

On that night at the lake, and... I mean, did I... Am I misreading the

signs?

Maybe you did.

I can't let myself get involved right now.

I'm gun-shy for my marriage.

I'm unsettled about my life, my work.

They're my problems. I don't want to cause you any suffering.

You're doing so well.

You need to think about your future.

Yeah, I know.

I know you're right.

It's silly, but I just... You know, I have this... These dreams that...

When, you know, when we're both in New York, you know, we... I don't know.

You know, we just, we feel things so similarly, you know, so much of the

time, and that's so rare.

I don't know. I'm sorry. I'm really tired. I don't know what I'm saying.

The funny thing is...

that I'll probably wind up calling you at 3 a.m. in New York to keep me from

going off the deep end.

Hi. Can I give you a hand there? No, that's okay.

Listen, I had a talk with Peter.

And he doesn't want to get involved right now.

And that's okay. I understand that.

He's... You know, he's got a lot of problems.

But I... But maybe things will be different later on. You know, I...

I'm glad that things are out in the open anyway.

You know, I do feel better.

We'll both be living in New York.

Who knows?

You know, anything could happen.

What could that be?

Hello?

Oh, Ken, no.

She's right here. One second.

Ken, will you listen to me? I told you the lights were out and the phone was

out. I couldn't call you.

Right.

Yes.

I still don't know. I just, I don't know. I'm thinking about spending some

time in New York.

No, please don't bring that up now. Look, it's late and I'm tired. Let me

just call you tomorrow.

Good night.

I didn't know you were still here.

I heard your voice.

Peter, we're not alone.

Steffi, I love you.

I can't spend the night in the guest house.

Maybe not the whole night.

But we could have some of it alone together.

Look, if this means anything to you, I

really want to.

We could knock this wall out and we could make one big room in this whole

thing. Oh, that room's big enough as it is. I love the size of this room.

Okay, whatever.

What about fishing?

Well, the lake has bass, Lane told me. Of course, you could always stock the

lake, you know.

It seems so inane to dump fish into a lake just to, you know, pull them back

out again.

Dumber than golf.

Come on, give me a break, Eloise. Give me a break.

That's Diane Frazier.

I used to have such a crush on her when I'd see her picture in the newspapers.

She was a model, playgirl. She was always at the store club or El Morocco

with some tennis player, a Brazilian.

Those people lead such exciting lives.

You know, it's going to be so great to get out of the city.

I'm so excited about buying a dog.

Our co-op doesn't permit dogs, and I've always wanted a pit bull.

I'd love to go upstairs and take some measurements for our decorator.

Lane, is it okay to go upstairs?

Oh, well, if... My mother's still sleeping up there.

Really? Yeah, she's a late sleeper.

I don't think I ever slept past noon in my life. Well, I'm sorry. Maybe we

should take a look at the barn, then. Oh, yes. I wonder if you could show us

the barn. I know Mr.

Rains has some questions.

You know where it is, don't you? Just follow that path in front of the house.

I'll join you in one second. I just want to finish up here. Are they going to buy

it? It looks like it. That's great.

Oh, Lane Howard called, and the stand that sells the corn and tomatoes you

like is open again.

He's going to bring some over.

Why are you so depressed?

I just think about Peter all the time.

Lane, just don't.

Don't. You know, I think he's going to write that book on my mother.

Good God.

You're all supposed to go out today together.

If she ever gets up.

She's up.

She said she'd be a little late. Lane, could I speak to you for a minute? Yes.

I really need you in the barn to answer some questions. Okay.

Their final offer is 175.

175? You said two. That's as high as they'd go. This area isn't what it was.

But I've really been counting on that money. Are you sure?

Yeah. Hi.

Hi.

Um, Diane said they'd be a little late. I'll let them know that you're here.

You've really been avoiding me.

I think you should leave here. I think you should go back to New York.

I'd like to know what's going on.

I'm having a hard time, and even though she tries to hide it, Lane is too.

Don't say that.

She thinks about you all the time. And you?

Naturally, I think about you.

And yet you avoid me.

Are you going to write Diane's biography?

Well, believe it or not, I'm thinking about it. Why, Peter? What happened to

the book about your father?

I know, I... It just isn't coming. I told you that.

I've been beating my brains out about it all summer long, and I... I don't know.

It's lifeless.

And then I hear all these sensational anecdotes and stories, you know?

This woman's had an incredible life.

I mean, the shooting alone is a book. Lane doesn't want it written.

Well, I'm not so sure. I mean, if I do it, I can protect her, and somebody's

gonna write it. Peter, I mean, just put yourself in her place for one minute. I

mean, here's this 14-year-old girl.

Her mother leaves her father, who Lane adored, and moves in with this thug who

constantly beats up Diane, and Lane ends up shooting him.

I mean, it's completely wrecked her life. You don't want to put her through

that again.

You know, people staring at her as she walks down the street.

I don't know.

I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry. I just feel so guilt-ridden.

Just very tense.

Oh, Peter, please don't do this.

Let's... Let's go to Paris together.

Let's go to Paris.

You're a writer, aren't you?

This is why I have to stay away from you, because you just make my head spin.

I just can't.

I can't do this.

I guess we should have knocked.

I always worry about rabies. I read about a woman in the Daily News who was

bitten by a squirrel in Central Park and she got rabies. Nothing like that ever

happens up here. It's completely safe.

The thing that bothers me are not the raccoons, but the gnats. They can drive

you crazy sometimes.

You don't have a big insect problem here, do you, Lane?

Lane?

I imagine you do have mosquitoes.

Naturally, with the pond.

Mosquitoes are rare, aren't they, Lane?

Lane? It's usually very pleasant.

I imagine the frogs will eat the mosquitoes.

Snakes don't eat the frogs.

Is it okay if we go upstairs?

Yes.

I'm sorry. I'm getting a headache.

I'll join you in a few minutes.

Okay, but do hurry. There are a number of questions Mr. and Mrs. Raines would

like to ask. Yes. Now, what about hornets and bees?

Now, this is the country, Mrs.

Raines, not midtown Manhattan.

Oh, my God. I just can't believe that happened.

It was my fault. Oh, Peter, please. I just can't handle this.

Lane.

Lane, I'm sorry.

Lane. Lane, I'm sorry. Please forgive me.

Lane.

Has this been going on long?

No. No. Please.

Jesus. Are you in love with him?

It's not what you think.

What do you mean?

Oh, Lane, I just don't know what I've done. I just don't... A lot of things

make sense now.

Well, no, there's nothing to make sense. There's absolutely nothing to make

sense. There were so many times I saw you and Peter looking at each other. No,

don't do that. Just don't do that.

Lane, this is all my fault. Stephanie's not to blame. Peter, please, just leave

us alone. I'm sorry you had to find out like this. There's nothing to find out.

You're making it worse.

There's not nothing. There's everything that's developed. Let's get this out on

the table.

I want Steffi to go with me to New York or Paris.

Peter, the summer's over. I'm going back to Philadelphia, and that's settled. I

miss my children. I can't play these games. I've been married too long. I

just... I don't know what I am. I don't know what I've done.

I just... I'm not who I thought I was.

I'm beginning to think that that antique fair is going to be too crowded.

I think your mother's getting cold feet about driving all the way to East Hope.

No, I just thought maybe today's the wrong day.

Well, we could postpone it. You and Peter could work on the book around

here. You know, Peter, I think we could do a whole section on Las Vegas. I know

so many great Sammy Davis stories. He's the best.

You tell Lan about our conversation?

Oh, yeah. Listen, darling, Lloyd and I have decided that we want to live here.

This house is our idea of heaven.

I fell in love with the place the moment I stepped inside.

It was like coming home.

And I know you're going back to the city, but of course, whenever you want

to come up and use it, it's yours. You know, thanks, darling. You know,

weekends or the summertime, whenever.

You're going to need a sweater.

I better go up and get one or else I don't need this coat. I don't

understand.

You know one of my first projects? I'm going to put in a swimming pool behind

the barn. I never, ever liked the pond because there's live things in there.

Oh, your mother's a wonderful swimmer.

I took her swimming in Santa Fe and she outdid everybody.

She's got perfect legs for a bathing suit. What are you talking about?

We're going to move back here.

We've discussed it, and we've decided to move back here.

Lloyd loves Vermont, and I have always loved this house.

And if you can't move back here... Why not?

Because I'm about to sell this place.

You're selling it?

Yes, I've told you this... Wait a minute. Since when? I've mentioned this

to you...

Three times at least.

You have?

Don't you ever listen to me when I talk?

Do you only care about what you have to say?

Why are you getting so nasty?

I got people here right now.

Buyers. They're looking at it.

Jesus, wherever they are, just go and find them and tell them the sale is off.

What? You can't sell this place. This is going to be our home.

You can't tell me that now.

What are you talking about? This is the family house.

How can you sell this place? You don't own it. How can you sell it? Well, who

owns it?

I do.

Well, I mean, we do.

You and me. Your father and I bought it. But you gave it to me years ago.

I told you then I might sell it and we could divide the money, and you said,

great, you could use the cash.

Was I sober when I gave it to you?

You said it was mine.

To live in, darling, but not to sell. To live in? What does that mean? To...

Maintain? To repair?

To keep up? Am I the caretaker?

You know me. I've said a lot of things in haste. When it comes to practical

matters, I'm a dodo.

I can't afford to move without selling this house.

I've run up too many debts.

It's expensive being sick.

Nobody's throwing you out in the cold.

I've been counting on the money from the sale.

I haven't been working in two years.

I've used up everything.

I've borrowed.

Darling, it's as simple as this. My plans have changed.

What? We want to settle here.

Your father and I bought this house before you were born. And he'd have

wanted it to stay in the family. Can't we discuss this later? You're such a

phony. He bought the house, not you. And I've kept it going.

Lane. Couldn't you have just stayed away?

Lloyd and I are not young. We want to settle. And who knows, maybe we'll hate

it and in a year we'll move.

My life is just not worth all the trouble.

Everyone, just stop it.

Diane, Lane has been through so much. Don't get angry, sweetheart. She doesn't

care what she says to me in front of everybody.

Like I'm to blame for everything.

You are to blame.

Okay, calm down.

I'm calm, Lloyd. I am calm.

We all make mistakes, but what's done is done.

And if your life didn't turn out, don't keep accusing me.

Well, you're the one who pulled the trigger. I only said what the lawyers

told me to say.

What an absurd thing to say. It's not absurd. It's the truth.

I don't think this is a place to have that discussion.

I'm just wrecked.

And you come and go with no guilt. I don't want to hear any more of this. Now

stop it right now.

It's her excuse for a life wasted. Thrown away to spite me. That's not

true. Yes.

Honest spite.

Pure spite.

Maybe things could have been different for me if I didn't have to go through

that. Excuse me.

Could we take a look at the attic? Get out of here. Get out of here. Please.

Just leave.

Diane, relax. Get out of here.

Now. Okay.

Take the house. I didn't realize it meant that much to you.

That's enough, Diane. I said she could have the house. Now, can we pack up and

go? That's enough.

There are things that I would probably do differently if I had them to do over,

but I don't.

Okay, I'm sorry for all the fuss.

We all make mistakes.

Lane, can I have the sleeping pills back?

I don't know where they are.

Well, they're not in the medicine cabinet.

What's the difference?

That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. What are you talking about,

what's the difference? Where are the pills?

I have no reason to get up tomorrow.

Well, then you're just going to have to make up a reason.

You know, what about all your plans about moving to New York and setting up

a photography studio? You're so damn angry.

If I haven't made it as a photographer by now, why would I?

I don't know. You'll just have to try harder, won't you?

So, you and Peter are in love with each other?

Oh, you know, we just became very attracted to each other. These things

happen. But you knew how much I cared about him. I... This just happened by

itself. I didn't instigate it. You know, we're all up here, isolated from the

world. Unpredictable things happen.

The truth is... I flirted with Peter.

I wanted him to want me.

But I didn't think it would go very far.

I just wanted to know that I could be wanted.

And he seemed very challenging.

You know, he's very clever and busy with his novel.

And he's...

charming and smart and... Then slowly I began to see

how... very vulnerable he is

and... he's so uncertain.

And my heart went out to him.

And I began dreaming about him.

What's gonna happen?

Are you gonna go away with him?

I can't. You know, I can't do that. It's... It's not so easy when you're

married with kids.

That's something I wouldn't know.

Then give me those pills.

Tomorrow will come, and you'll find some distractions.

You'll get rid of this place.

You'll move back to the city.

You'll work.

You'll fall in love.

And maybe it'll work out, and maybe it won't.

But you'll find a million petty things to keep you going.

And distractions to keep you from focusing on... On the truth.

I don't know what the truth is, and you don't either.

I just want to swallow all this value.

Well, you know, it's hard to die from value. It takes about a million.

I'll take them all.

Stop it.

Stop it.

You're behaving like a petulant child.

If you really wanted to die, you would have done that the last time.

I'm so lonely.

Okay, stop it.

Just give me the pills.

You really want to die?

That's my problem. I always wanted to live.

Where the hell is everybody?

Where is everybody?

Boy, the going gets rough and everybody vanishes into the woodwork.

Lane!

We're leaving!

Lane! God, I hate this outfit.

I look like one of the hundred neediest cases. You look beautiful.

You know I'm going to miss this place.

I hadn't realized how pretty it was up here.

It's so tranquil.

And it's been in the family for so long.

It's the closest thing I can think of to roots.

It might have been nice.

It's my age talking.

Never mind.

Never mind. It's not in the cards.

Palm Beach will be fine.

The place is unimportant as long as we're together.

Oh, boy.

Lane, we're leaving for Palm Beach. Now, if you need me for anything at all,

we're staying with the Chasens.

And let's not have a wake over what happened before. It's over and done

with.

Life's too short to dwell on our tragedies, right?

Besides, I'm sure we all said things we're sorry for.

We're all temperamental.

Otherwise, we wouldn't all be so fascinating.

I'm sorry if I caused you any grief.

Okay? I wasn't thinking.

Oh, well.

It's over now.

Lane, you'll always like this.

And I want you to keep it.

Stephanie, this is for you.

I saw you admiring it.

And I'd love you to have it. Thank you.

Thank you.

Jesus, look at my hands.

Now, really, I am too young for liver spots.

Maybe I could merge them into a tan.

What do you think?

Can I help with the bags?

Oh, my God.

I forgot.

Howard, how are you? Just in time to say goodbye and help with the luggage.

I'll get the door.

Lloyd, put that hanging piece on top, I beg you. Please, everything will be

must. I'm not kidding you. Aw, thanks, Howard.

That's terrific. The door's open. Lane, let them get it. Let them get it. Come

here. Come here.

Now, never mind. You know where we're going to be with the Chastens, I told

you. So if you need me for anything, careless, just darling down like that,

you call me. Do you hear me? Okay.

And listen, tell Peter that I've got to rethink my memoirs. I'm not kidding. And

if I come up with a fresh approach, then I'll call him. Goodbye.

Be a good girl.

Okay. Oh, God, have you got my makeup kit? It's got my diaphragm in it.

Will I see you again?

I think you should leave.

I'm going to stay with Lane and then go back home.

It's funny to meet somebody under strange circumstances.

You fall in love and then you go off in separate directions.

Peter, please don't make this hard for me.

Please. I feel so empty.

You haven't even gone yet, and I feel like I've lost something that I'm never

going to find ever again.

I'm so disappointed in myself.

Stuffy. Time will pass and you'll forget this summer.

And you, will you forget it?

I'll try.

It won't be easy, but I'll try.

Now she's off to Palm Beach as though nothing had happened.

Well, I really should be going too.

My debts.

I have to manage the final sale.

All the details.

Lane, I want so badly to tell you not to worry.

Howard.

That I'll take care of you, that nothing would make me happier.

I've gotten so used to having you in my life.

It's really all that gives it meaning anymore. Oh, don't.

Don't.

I'm sure that when you leave here, I'll never see you again.

But I really did grow to love you.

Lane, I came to say goodbye.

I think it's better if I head back to the city tonight.

You haven't finished your book.

It's finished.

What a sad tone in your voice.

I loved all the time we spent together.

And I appreciate your faith in me and the encouragement.

I'm sorry I couldn't live up to it.

Well, take care of her, Howard.

Would you like some tea?

No.

It's chilly.

Yeah.

It was chilly when I got up this morning.

In a few days it'll be September.

I know.

There's so many things to do selling a house.

Keep you busy.

It's good.

When do you have to go home?

In a couple of days. I'll go back.

The kids need school supplies and new shoes.

Sweet kids.

Oh, Steffi.

Soon you'll leave here and start all over again in New York.

There'll be a million things to keep you busy.

It's gonna be okay.

Thank you.