<script>
  <scene>
    <character>FAR FROM HEAVEN</character>
    <dialogue>Written by</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Todd Haynes USE FOR EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES ONLY Hartford, Connecticut, 1957</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. NEW ENGLAND VILLAGE - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>The bells of a Gothic church are ringing down upon a comely square near downtown Hartford. The crisp fall day is alive with color, as cornflower skies burst through the autumn reds and golds, setting off the clean brick buildings and freshly painted homes that so proudly distinguish this New England township. Music over OPENING CREDITS. We see a powder blue, '56 Chevrolet turn onto the main road its way into town.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. VILLAGE ST. - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>The Chevrolet stops in front of a small dance school just off State St. and an attractive, red-haired woman in her mid- thirties emerges from the car, wearing sunglasses and a scarf. She says hello to a mother and daughter exiting the school on her way inside, returning a moment later with a strawberry-haired girl in ballet clothes. CATHY WHITAKER, - having collected her 8-year-old daughter JANICE from ballet class is finally returning home from another busy day.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. RESIDENTIAL STREET - LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Cathy's car is turning onto a well-tended, residential street, full of traditional black-shuttered, white wood homes, each set back on spacious lawns against, the blaze of autumn color</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. WHITAKER HOUSE - LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>She turns into the driveway of a large, fastidiously landscaped 2-story home, with a slate roof and flagstone walkway. DAVID WHITAKER, a typical 11-year-old boy, with-dark hair like his dad's, is circling around the front of the house on his bright red Schwinn:</scene_description>
    <character>DAVID</character>
    <dialogue>Mother! Mother! Can I sleep over at Hutch's tonight? Mrs. Hutchinson gave permission.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(from the car)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Not tonight, David.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Your father, and I are going out and I need you to, look after your sister.</dialogue>
    <character>DAVID</character>
    <dialogue>Aww, shucks.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Now move your school bag, David, so mother can park.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The Whitaker's maid SYBIL, a handsome black woman in her early 30's, is just coming down the front steps to the car.,</scene_description>
    <character>JANICE</character>
    <parenthetical>(hopping out)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Sherry Seeger says they only' cost something like five or six dollars Please mother, please can I?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(opening her door)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Oh Sybil, thank heavens!</dialogue>
    <character>SYBIL</character>
    <dialogue>Well I knew you were going to the grocery -</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>David, please help Sybil unload the car.</dialogue>
    <character>DAVID</character>
    <dialogue>How come Janice doesn't gotta?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Doesn't have to. Because Janice is carrying in all her, belongings an marching straight upstairs into the bath.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She steps out of the car loaded down with laundered clothes and packages.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Your father and I have an engagement so I want you both to have a nice early dinner. And help Sybi1.</dialogue>
    <character>DAVID/JANICE</character>
    <parenthetical>(not exactly in sync)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Yes, ma'am.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Sybil, did Mr. Whitaker call while I was out?</dialogue>
    <character>SYBIL</character>
    <dialogue>No, Mrs. Whitaker. Not since you've been gone.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>How do you like that guy. Big time executive and he still can't remember a single social obligation!</dialogue>
    <character>JANICE</character>
    <dialogue>So mother can I? Please can I get them?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Janice I said we'll discuss it with your father. Now hurry on inside. David, put your bike away and help Sybil with the groceries! Where's your jacket?</dialogue>
    <character>DAVID</character>
    <dialogue>Inside.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy turns to see her best friend ELEANOR FINE, a lean, blond woman in her early 40's, just turning up her drive in a shiny green Imperial.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Well hello, stranger! Aren't I seeing you in about three hours time?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Eleanor is stepping out of her car.</scene_description>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>You are. But I just left the caterers this instant and I had to dash over.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>You have the samples?</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>You bet.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Ooh. Come inside.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>They start into the house.</scene_description>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>I can only stay a second.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>You just caught me, actually - David! What did I tell you?</dialogue>
    <character>DAVID</character>
    <dialogue>I'm getting the last bag!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. WHITAKER LIVING ROOM - MOMENTS LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Inside, Janice is practicing some ballet steps by a large stone fireplace. Eleanor is in the midst of showing Cathy color samples for the big company party it is their annual venture to host.</scene_description>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>And imagine with the table setting I showed you. The aqua trim? Is that smart?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh yes.</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>You like?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Mmm-hmm.</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <parenthetical>(starting to put things away)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Alright. So I'll call the caterers in the morning and you confirm with Dorothy on the deposit - and honey, we're in business.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Magnavox '57, here we come.</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>You betcha.</dialogue>
    <character>JANICE</character>
    <dialogue>Mother, look!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Janice I thought I told you to go start your bath! You know your father and I -</dialogue>
    <character>JANICE</character>
    <dialogue>Just this one part, pleeease.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Alright, bunt lickety-split.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Janice performs a few steps for her mother and Eleanor as . David pours over the TV guide on the couch.</scene_description>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>Oh, will you look at that?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>That's lovely darling.</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>She's getting so grown up.</dialogue>
    <character>DAVID</character>
    <dialogue>Mother, can I stay up and watch The Californians - Please!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Janice, honey, watch the lamp!</dialogue>
    <character>JANICE</character>
    <dialogue>Ta-da!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Eleanor and Cathy applaud Janice who beams in delight.</scene_description>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>Ohh!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>That was lovely, dear. Now hurry on up and get out of those clothes or mother's going to be late.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Janice turns, still beaming, and dashes up the stairs.</scene_description>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>I better run. I still have loads to do.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Well I can imagine, with Mona Lauder and that little white glove of hers...</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>Aren't social mores the most dreadful bore? Mona's invited us at least three times last year so of course there wasn't a thing I could do. And Stan sees Fred at the club...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy opens the door for her.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. WHITAKER HOUSE - LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Eleanor starts down the front steps of the house toward her car.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Thanks for stopping by.</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>I'll see you at eight!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>You know Frank. On the dot!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy waves goodbye and closes the door. DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. WHITAKER'S BEDROOM - EVENING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Janice is curled into an armchair in the soft glow of Cathy's vanity, watching her mother do her make-up in the mirror. Cathy is dressed for the evening in sleeveless emerald green, setting off the tangerine of her hair.</scene_description>
    <character>JANICE</character>
    <dialogue>Mother?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(doing her lipstick)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Uh-huh?</dialogue>
    <character>JANICE</character>
    <dialogue>When you were a little girl you looked like me, right?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Uh-huh.</dialogue>
    <character>JANICE</character>
    <dialogue>So when I grow up does that mean I'll look like you?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Is that what you want darling, to look like me?</dialogue>
    <character>JANICE</character>
    <dialogue>Yes. I hope I look exactly as pretty as you.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>What a lovely compliment coming from my perfectly lovely daughter.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She picks up her wristwatch and glances at the time.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Seven-fifteen!, Where on earth is your father?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She gets up and walks over to a dresser.</scene_description>
    <character>JANICE</character>
    <dialogue>Mother?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(searching for something)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>What is it, dear?</dialogue>
    <character>JANICE</character>
    <dialogue>Can I try putting lipstick on me?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(starting out the door)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Not tonight, Janice. Mother's going to be late. Sybil!</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. FOYER - CONTINUOUS</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Cathy is starting down the stairs.</scene_description>
    <character>SYBIL</character>
    <parenthetical>(off)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Yes, Mrs. Whitaker?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Did I leave my gloves on the hall table?</dialogue>
    <character>SYBIL</character>
    <parenthetical>(off)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Yes, ma'am. I see them.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>You know it's nearly twenty after and Mr. Whitaker still hasn't phoned!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Sybil meets Cathy at the foot of the stairs with the gloves.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Thank you, Sybil... - I'm at my wits end. I even tried calling his office, though I knew there wouldn't be anyone -</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The phone RINGS. Sybil goes to the hall table to answer it.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Well I certainly hope that's him now. Because if it isn't -</dialogue>
    <character>SYBIL</character>
    <dialogue>Whitaker residence.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(brief silence, then stiffly)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Yes sir. One moment, please.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Who is it?</dialogue>
    <character>SYBIL</character>
    <parenthetical>(Lowered voice)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Police department.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy frowns, taking the phone.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Hello?</dialogue>
    <character>OFFICER'S VOICE</character>
    <parenthetical>(through receiver)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Yes. Am I speaking with a Mrs. Frank Whitaker?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Yes.</dialogue>
    <character>OFFICER'S VOICE</character>
    <dialogue>Of 1616 Sycamore Drive?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Yes.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. POLICE STATION BOOKING - EVENING</stage_direction>
    <character>OFFICER</character>
    <dialogue>One moment please.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The OFFICER hands the phone over to FRANK WHITAKER, a dark- haired, big-boned man in his early forties, who has just finished wiping his ink-stained fingers with a rag.</scene_description>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Cathy?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY'S VOICE</character>
    <dialogue>Frank! Frank, what happened? Are you alright?</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>I'm fine. Everything's fine. It was a big - mix-up, the whole thing. But you gotta come get me. They won't - let me leave on my own.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. WHITAKER FOYER - EVENING</stage_direction>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh, Frank. Don't worry, darling. I'll be there as quickly as I can.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(she hangs up the phone)</parenthetical>
    <character>SYBIL</character>
    <dialogue>Is there anything I can do, Mrs. Whitaker?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>No. Thank you Sybil. Just keep an eye on the children. I'm sure I won't be long.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy grabs her purse and coat and rushes for the door. DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. POLICE STATION - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Cathy's car pulls up in front of the lamp-lit police station She hurries out of the car, still in her evening clothes, and up the stone steps of the precinct</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. POLICE STATION FRONT DESK - CONTINUOUS</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Cathy walks over to the OFFICER at the desk.</scene_description>
    <character>OFFICER</character>
    <dialogue>Can I help you ma'am?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Yes, I'm here to meet my husband. The name's Whitaker, Frank Whitaker.</dialogue>
    <character>OFFICER</character>
    <dialogue>Here we go. Room 103. If you'll follow me, ma'am.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. BOOKING - LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Cathy signs the report and hands it to the BAIL CLERK.</scene_description>
    <character>BAIL CLERK</character>
    <dialogue>This is your copy, ma'am, and your receipt.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Thank you.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Then the door opens and Frank walks through it.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh, Frank!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy rushes to him and they embrace. As they leave, two of the officers are still watching.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. CAR - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Cathy drives while Frank broods in the passenger seat. REAR- PROJECTED streetlights send charcoal shadows across their faces.</scene_description>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>I'll tell you one thing. If it hadn't been for that sniveling junior cop they'd have never gone through the whole charade in the first place!... '</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Stead of trying to save face. I saw the guy they were after - the 'loiterer'. They wouldn't even listen to me! I tell you, I have half a mind to sue the pants off the whole precinct.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Or... you could simply forget the whole thing ever happened.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <parenthetical>(takes a breath)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I suppose you're right.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Brief silence.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(a bit cautiously)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>So were there - drinks after work?</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>What do you mean?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>I thought they said something... Intoxication level, something-or- other - ?</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Christ! I had a lousy cocktail with Bill after work, going over the portfolio! Should I be arrested for that too?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Of course not, darling.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>The whole thing's just put me in a fowl state.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>I know, dear. You just try to rest. We'll be home in no time.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. WHITAKER FOYER - LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Cathy stands in semi-darkness, on the phone with Eleanor. She finds the police report in her purse.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>He's fine... The car's fine. Frank says it was the bumper that got hit, but you know me. I can't tell the difference... I'm just sorry we had to miss it... I know...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She drops the papers into the waste-basket.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. WHITAKER BEDROOM - LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Frank sits in bed with an open book on his lap, staring into space. The door squeaks open and he looks over.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>She was fine. Said it was a dreadful bore, what with Mona Lauder and her gossip.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <parenthetical>(depleted)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Cathy, I'm sorry.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(embracing him)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Darling, you've nothing to be sorry for. It was all just a silly wretched mistake!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>They kiss deeply and he takes her in his arms. Cathy closes her eyes and begins caressing his shoulders and neck. But Frank stops and pulls away. She looks at him.</scene_description>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Feel so tired.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He turns and lays down into bed and she caresses the side of his head with her hand.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Course you do. You sleep now.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She switches off the light, pulls up his blanket and slowly walks to the bathroom.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. BREAKFAST ROOM - MORNING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>The Whitaker clan are all seated around the breakfast room table finishing a breakfast of bacon and eggs.</scene_description>
    <character>DAVID</character>
    <dialogue>Pop, Hutch says if the Russian's drop a bomb on us we couldn't drop one back on them. Is that true?</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Well, son, I'm afraid Hutch has a point there.</dialogue>
    <character>DAVID</character>
    <dialogue>Why, pop? Why couldn't we?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Drink your orange juice David.</dialogue>
    <character>JANICE</character>
    <dialogue>I already drank mine. Look father!</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Attagirl!</dialogue>
    <character>DAVID</character>
    <dialogue>Pop, why?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(glancing at the clock)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Would you look at the time? It's already a quarter after! You kids are going to miss your bus! Sybil can you help me get their coats?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Sybil helps Cathy distribute coats and lunch-boxes, and hurry them out of the kitchen.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Alright, now. Say goodbye to your father.</dialogue>
    <character>JANICE</character>
    <dialogue>Bye, father.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(she kisses him)</parenthetical>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Goodbye, kitten.</dialogue>
    <character>DAVID</character>
    <dialogue>Bye, pop!</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Have a good day at school, son.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>David is first out the door.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Janice, have you got your notebook?</dialogue>
    <character>JANICE</character>
    <dialogue>Yes, Mother.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>David swings open the front door of the house. We can hear the bus approaching.</scene_description>
    <character>DAVID</character>
    <parenthetical>(off)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>The bus is here!</dialogue>
    <character>SYBIL</character>
    <dialogue>David - your lunch!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy takes it from Sybil and rushes after him.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. DEN - MORNING</stage_direction>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>David!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He swoops back in, grabs it, and is off again, followed by Janice.</scene_description>
    <character>JANICE</character>
    <dialogue>Bye, mother!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Have a nice day at school, dear.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy pecks her on the cheek and she runs out the door.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. WHITAKER HOUSE - MORNING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>The bus pulls up in front of the house as David and Janice go running and Cathy waves.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Bye!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The big yellow door closes behind them and the bus pulls off down the street. A small truck is just pulling up to the house which reads DEAGAN GARDEN SUPPLY.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. DEN - MORNING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Cathy is walking back' into the house as Frank emerges from the kitchen, gathering his things for work.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>I thought you were going to have another piece of toast?</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>It's late. I should get over there.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Well can I at least fix you lunch?</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>No, thank you, dear. I've got lunch meetings all week long. It's portfolio season!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The doorbell rings.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(calling)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Sybil, if that's the milkman, his check is in the kitchen drawer!</dialogue>
    <character>SYBIL</character>
    <parenthetical>(off)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Yes, ma'am!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy helps Frank on with his overcoat.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Well I'm just glad you're feeling better, dear.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Thank you, darling.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Frank embraces Cathy and kisses her warmly just as - BOOM! - a camera flash ignites them, and they turn. Standing beside Sybil in the entryway is MRS. LEACOCK , a grey-faced woman in her 60's, and a young PHOTOGRAPHER with a camera.</scene_description>
    <character>PHOTOGRAPHER</character>
    <dialogue>Pardon me, ma'am, sir.</dialogue>
    <character>SYBIL</character>
    <dialogue>Excuse me, Mrs. Whitaker. This is - Mrs. Leacock? She says she had an appointment with you this morning?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh Jimminy - I completely forgot the time! Yes, of course, Mrs. Leacock, please come in.</dialogue>
    <character>MRS. LEACOCK</character>
    <dialogue>I do apologize, Mrs. Whitaker, but candid views are always the best.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Darling, this is Mrs. Leacock, the lady I told you about, from the Weekly Gazette.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Ah, yes. The fine lady who wants to air all our dirty secrets.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(shaking her hand)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>How do you do, Mrs. Leacock?</dialogue>
    <character>MRS. LEACOCK</character>
    <dialogue>Fear not, Mr. Whitaker. We at the Gazette ascribe to only the highest of professional standards.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Well I'm glad to hear it. Now if you'll all please excuse me, I have some professional standards of my own to keep up.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(kissing Cathy)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Goodbye, darling.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Goodbye, dear.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <parenthetical>(nodding goodbye)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Mrs. Leacock...</dialogue>
    <character>MRS. LEACOCK</character>
    <dialogue>Pleasure, Mr. Whitaker.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Franks gives a final wave to the room and is gone.</scene_description>
    <character>MRS. LEACOCK</character>
    <dialogue>Your husband's a very charming man, Mrs. Whitaker.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Thank you. We're rather fond of him ourselves. Please, won't you come in and make yourselves at home.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy escorts them into the living room and over to the couch while untying her kitchen apron.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>As you can see, I'm just running a bit behind schedule today.</dialogue>
    <character>MRS. LEACOCK</character>
    <dialogue>That's quite alright, dear.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy sits down opposite her, casually smoothing her hair and dress.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>I suppose I still can't imagine why in the world you'd want an interview with me in the first place. It couldn't possibly be very interesting for your readers.</dialogue>
    <character>MRS. LEACOCK</character>
    <dialogue>The readers of the Weekly Gazette, Mrs. Whitaker, are women just like yourself, with families and homes to keep up. A good society paper need not be a gossip rag. You are the proud wife of a successful sales executive, planning the parties and posing at her husband's side on the advertisements.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She refers to a framed magazine advertisement on the wall, showing Cathy and Frank posed in front of their TV with the heading: MR. & MRS. MAGNAVOX CHOOSE NOTHING BUT THE BEST FOR THEIR HOME!</scene_description>
    <character>MRS. LEACOCK</character>
    <dialogue>To everyone here in Connecticut you are Mr. and Mrs. Magnavox.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>I suppose I should be flattered. I just don't feel I'm so very different from anyone else, really. I like to shop and wear a pretty dress every now and then. But really my life is just like any other wife or mother's - I don't suppose I've ever really wanted anything -</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Suddenly, through the window, Cathy glimpses someone moving through her backyard. She stands.</scene_description>
    <character>MRS. LEACOCK</character>
    <dialogue>What is it, dear?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>I think I just saw someone walking through our yard.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy walks to the french doors leading to the backyard. There she sees A tall black man standing outside, hunching over something.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>What on earth...?</dialogue>
    <character>MRS. LEACOCK</character>
    <parenthetical>(standing, seeing)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Oh my.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy opens the door.</scene_description>
    <character>MRS. LEACOCK</character>
    <dialogue>Mrs. Whitaker - Perhaps you should call the police -</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. WHITAKER BACKYARD - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>The Whitaker backyard is an ample, two-tiered expanse, with flagstone walkways and fastidiously landscaped hedges, trees and flower-beds bordering the swimming-pool and lawn. Cathy takes a few cautious steps in the direction of the stranger.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Excuse me. Can I help you?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The man looks up from a shrub of evergreens, squinting. This is RAYMOND DEAGAN, 40 years old, good-looking. He steps toward her, looking slightly irritated himself. Cathy takes an involuntary step back.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Who are you?</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Ma'am, I'm sorry. My name's Raymond Deagan. I'm Otis Deagan's son. I've just been - taking over some of his jobs since he -</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>You're Otis's son?</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Yes.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Well I'm - terribly sorry for speaking to you in that manner. I didn't know who was in my yard.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>No need.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>How is your father? I knew he was in the hospital.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Yes, I - My father passed away, I'm afraid.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>No! I had no idea! I'm so very sorry.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(putting her hand on his arm)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Please accept our deepest condolences. Your father was a wonderful, dedicated man.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Thank you.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The phone rings from inside the house.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>We hear Sybil answering it as Mrs. Leacock watches Cathy through the window - just removing her hand from Raymond's arm.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. BACKYARD - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Sybil steps out to the porch from the kitchen door.</scene_description>
    <character>SYBIL</character>
    <dialogue>Mrs. Whitaker? I have Greenhill Caterers,on the line!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Thank you, Sybil!</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(to Raymond)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I'm sorry. Would you excuse me a moment?</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Of course.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy hurries back inside.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Mrs. Leacock, I'm terribly sorry! I'll just be a minute more!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. MAGNAVOX OFFICES - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Frank is walking briskly down the wide passageway of his floor at Magnavox, passing secretarial pools and other employees with a smile. Triangles of morning sun bleach the wood-paneled walls of the floor's lean, modern decor. He passes a sprite little secretary named Kitty.</scene_description>
    <character>KITTY</character>
    <dialogue>Good morning, Mr. Whitaker.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Morning Kitty. Lovely dress you're wearing.</dialogue>
    <character>KITTY</character>
    <dialogue>Thank you, sir.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Frank continues on towards the outer office of the executive suite where his secretary, MARLENE, is stationed beneath a large abstract wall-hanging. Standing opposite, pooling over a file is STAN FINE, Eleanor's husband, a tall, slightly greying man with a belly, who works right below Frank in the Hartford division.</scene_description>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Morning, Marlene, Stan!</dialogue>
    <character>MARLENE</character>
    <dialogue>Good morning, Mr. Whitaker.</dialogue>
    <character>STAN</character>
    <dialogue>So how's the second best golfer in Hartford this morning?</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Someone break the books already? Don't tell me our wives' party budgets have finally come in.</dialogue>
    <character>STAN</character>
    <dialogue>Almost as fatal. Millstein called. Looks like New York just shaved a week off portfolio deadline.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>You gotta be kidding me.</dialogue>
    <character>STAN</character>
    <dialogue>I wish I were.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>What're they trying to do, strangle us to death?! Does Dennis know?</dialogue>
    <character>STAN</character>
    <dialogue>Called him first thing.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Alright. Get Dennis and the others and call a portfolio meeting for lunch today. Marlene, see if you can move production review to dinner.</dialogue>
    <character>MARLENE</character>
    <dialogue>Yes, sir.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>And would you get my wife on the phone?</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(to Stan)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Thanks, Stan.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Frank pats Stan on the shoulder and marches through the large wood-paneled door of his office.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. FRANK'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Frank drops his briefcase and sits down heavily at the large, handsomely ornamented desk. He takes a breath before turning and quietly opening a lower drawer, pulling out a quart of Jack Daniels and pouring a swig into his coffee. As he stashes it away we hear</scene_description>
    <character>MARLENE</character>
    <parenthetical>(on intercom)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Sir? I have Mrs. Whitaker on line 1.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Thank you, Marlene.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Frank takes a slurp, swallows and pushes line 1 on his phone.</scene_description>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Cathy, is that you, dear?</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. WHITAKER FOYER - MORNING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Cathy speaks to Frank from the phone in the hall.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Did you forget something?... Oh, Frank... I'm sorry, dear... No, I understand... I just wish you wouldn't overwork yourself, Frank. Especially after... I know - I know, dear... I will... See you then... Goodbye, dear.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy hangs up the phone and starts back into the living room.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>I'm terribly sorry for the interruptions. Where was it you wanted me?</dialogue>
    <character>PHOTOGRAPHER</character>
    <dialogue>Just one more at the fireplace.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy walks over to the fireplace where she puts one hand on the mantle and turns toward the photographer.</scene_description>
    <character>PHOTOGRAPHER</character>
    <dialogue>Right there. Now smile.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy smiles.</scene_description>
    <character>MRS. LEACOCK</character>
    <dialogue>Isn't that darling.</dialogue>
    <character>PHOTOGRAPHER</character>
    <dialogue>Hold it...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>FLASH. DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. DOWNTOWN HARTFORD - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>We descend from a moonlit night past the Hartford skyline to the awning of Sammy's Steakhouse, where Frank and four STAFF MEMBERS are just emerging.</scene_description>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <parenthetical>(slightly slurred)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Well I guess that about wraps it up.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(shaking hands) )</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Bob, Rick. Gentlemen.</dialogue>
    <character>STAFF MEMBER 1</character>
    <dialogue>You're sure you're alright getting home, sir?</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Thank you, Davis. But as 2nd in command of the US McMillan I do feel equipped to locate my car without cover.</dialogue>
    <character>STAFF MEMBER 1</character>
    <dialogue>Very good, sir.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Bright and early gentlemen!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>They say goodnight and we follow Frank as he proceeds down the pink, lamplit blocks of downtown Hartford. He passes teenagers clumped in cars, making out. He passes a HOOKER.</scene_description>
    <character>HOOKER</character>
    <dialogue>Where ya headed, tiger?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Frank looks away as he passes. When he looks up again he sees The marquee of a movie theater glowing up ahead.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. MOVIE THEATER - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Frank approaches the tungsten awning of the old, 20's-style cinema, currently featuring half-price double-bills. He stops. The marquee reads: THREE FACES OF EVE and MIRACLE IN THE RAIN.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. MOVIE THEATER - LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>ONSCREEN: We are in the middle of THREE FACES OF EVE. Raymond Burr is questioning one of Joanne Woodward's more timid personalities. Frank is walking in from the rear of the theater. He stops along the back wall and stands watching, muted in shadow like Edward Hopper's usherette. ONSCREEN: Joanne Woodward is becoming agitated. She starts switching into another personality. A dark-haired man is getting up from his seat and walking in the direction of the Gentleman's Lounge. Frank notices him pausing a moment at the foot of the small, carpeted stairway just as a second man approaches. The dark-haired man spots the second one and proceeds briskly down the stairs. The second man follows, looking around nervously as he goes. Frank stares darkly down the empty corridor.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. WHITAKER BEDROOM - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Cathy sits in the lilac glow of her lamp-lit writing table, addresses party gunshots can be heard from downstairs. Cathy turns the face of her desk-clock to see the time. It reads 10:36.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(getting up)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Oh, for heavens sake... DAVID!</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. WHITAKER LIVING ROOM - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Music escorts us from the dark of the living room to the chestnut glow of the den where David sits watching television. Sybil inventories serving ware in the dining room, as Cathy makes her way downstairs with writing tablet and pen.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>David, this is the third time I've told you to turn that infernal racket off and get into bed! Do you know what time it is?</dialogue>
    <character>DAVID</character>
    <dialogue>Mother please can I just this once stay up and watch the -</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>No, David, you most certainly may not and that is final.</dialogue>
    <character>DAVID</character>
    <parenthetical>(reluctantly turning it off)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Ah, jeez...</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>That's not the sort of language we use in this house! Now march! And don't forget to wash your teeth!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>As David swaggers off Cathy straightens up the couch.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh, Sybil, be sure and check dinner forks as well. I seem to recall being short last year.</dialogue>
    <character>SYBIL</character>
    <dialogue>I thought it was salad forks we were short on.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy begins closing drapes in the living room windows.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Perhaps you're right. Whatever it was, I'd like to try and order a set before the party.</dialogue>
    <character>SYBIL</character>
    <dialogue>That shouldn't be a problem.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>You know, Sybil, I think this may just turn out to be our best one yet.</dialogue>
    <character>SYBIL</character>
    <dialogue>Well I'm sure Mr. Whitaker will be extremely proud.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy turns off a lamp by the window and parts the drapes a moment. She glances out into the silent, blue-edged night.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. MOVIE THEATER - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>A man on a ladder is replacing the letters on the theater marquee as Frank files out of the theater amid the strange week-night crowd. He stops a moment beneath the canopy of bulbs. There's a trill of laughter from down the street and Frank turns. The two men from the movie theater are walking off, one of them laughing. They turn the corner. Frank squints, looking after. And with a frown of curiosity and some unsteadiness, he begins to follow.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. DARK STREET - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>The two men are crossing the shadowy side-street. One of them can still be heard as they approach a dark, inconspicuous door, a few steps down from street-level. They open it, sending a sudden flood of green into the darkness, then quickly vanish inside. Frank stares after, stuck between intrigue and fear. He follows.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. FRAN'S - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Fran's is a small, burgundy-walled `gentlemen's bar', with black upholstery and a mint-green light embalming its well- groomed clientele - most of whom take subtle notice of Frank as he enters the room. Out of nowhere a voice is heard -</scene_description>
    <character>VOICE</character>
    <dialogue>Identification please.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <parenthetical>(turning, startled)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>What?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A thin man in his 50's with a pencil-thin mustache stands beside the door.</scene_description>
    <character>MAN WITH MUSTACHE</character>
    <dialogue>Identification, drivers license.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Oh. Sure.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Frank shows him his wallet.</scene_description>
    <character>MAN WITH MUSTACHE</character>
    <dialogue>Thank you, sir. Have a pleasant evening.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Thank you.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Frank proceeds cautiously into the room, heading to the bar. A SPANISH BARTENDER accent nods slowly as he approaches.</scene_description>
    <character>SPANISH BARTENDER</character>
    <dialogue>Yes, sir? What can I get you this evening?</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Just a Johnny Walker, please. Neat.</dialogue>
    <character>SPANISH BARTENDER</character>
    <dialogue>Yes, sir.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Frank takes out a cigarette and lights it. He glances stiffly across the room. The plucked and coiffed patrons, seated mostly alone, glance back with the same stiff, self-consciousness. The men from the theater sit in some corner rapt in conversation. Frank's drink is set on the bar and he takes a fast, deep sip, shiny with perspiration. Frank puts down a bill and takes a long, relaxing drag off his cigarette.</scene_description>
    <character>VOICE</character>
    <dialogue>One more of the same.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Frank looks over and sees a clean-cut BLOND MAN (early 30's) at the bar. He exhales. The blond man glances over and smiles cautiously. Frank smiles cautiously back.</scene_description>
    <character>BARTENDER</character>
    <dialogue>There you are, sir.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The blond man remains looking at Frank a moment before picking up his drink and starting back to his table. Frank watches him go. DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. WHITAKER FOYER - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Frank closes the front door behind him and starts slowly up the stairs of the house, black on shadowy blue, as a slow burden of music rises. He stops at the foot of his bedroom door and stares at</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Cathy, copper and blue, asleep in bed. Music lightens as we DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. WHITAKER HOUSE - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>We float out from a newspaper photograph of Frank and Cathy kissing in the latest Hartford Weekly Gazette to reveal Eleanor, reading aloud from the paper. The door to the house is open as Cathy and her arriving guests, DOREEN and NANCY, stand around listening, having obviously been stopped in their tracks to do so. Cathy holds a lilac scarf under her chin as a feisty wind whips through the trees and sends a circus of leaves through the sky.</scene_description>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>'So does the fabled maxim hold that behind every great man there resides a great lady? In this case - wife, mother and Mrs. Magnovox herself - Cathleen Whitaker proves that it does, a woman as devoted to her family as she is kind to Negroes'!!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>They burst into laughter.</scene_description>
    <character>DOREEN</character>
    <dialogue>To Negroes?!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(grabbing the paper)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Let me see that! Oh my heavens. What on earth was that woman thinking?</dialogue>
    <character>NANCY</character>
    <dialogue>How did that come up?</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>Cathy? Oh she's been liberal ever since she played summer stock at college with all those steamy Jewish boys! Why do you think they used to call her red!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh for heaven sakes, come inside. Before Joe McCarthy comes driving by!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Eleanor laughs and Cathy hands her back the paper.</scene_description>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>Here.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Suddenly a strong gust of wind sweeps Cathy's scarf right off her head and up over the side of the house.</scene_description>
    <character>DOREEN</character>
    <dialogue>Uh-oh!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh, no! I love that scarf!</dialogue>
    <character>DOREEN</character>
    <dialogue>Oh, I'm sure it just blew behind the house somewhere.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh, for heaven's sake.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>They continue back inside the house.</scene_description>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>This really isn't your day, is it?</dialogue>
    <character>NANCY</character>
    <dialogue>So did they really call you 'red'?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Eleanor laughs some more.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh Nancy, honestly!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. DINING ROOM - LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>The ladies are just finishing lunch, a bit tipsy from the daiquiris.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Can I get anyone another daiquiri?</dialogue>
    <character>NANCY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh no. One's my limit.</dialogue>
    <character>DOREEN</character>
    <dialogue>Better not.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>El?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Eleanor holds out her glass. Cathy smiles, refilling it.</scene_description>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>Thanks doll.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(takes a sip)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Alright now girls, no more beating around the bush. Nancy?</dialogue>
    <character>NANCY</character>
    <dialogue>I can't.</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>Come on now. Can't be that bad.</dialogue>
    <character>NANCY</character>
    <dialogue>Alright.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(she smiles bashfully)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Well... Mike insists on once a week.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The laddies giggle, except for Cathy, who stands holding the pitcher of daiquiris.</scene_description>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>Ah, you got off easy!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Once a week?</dialogue>
    <character>DOREEN</character>
    <dialogue>Yea, you're lucky. Ron's more like two or three.</dialogue>
    <character>NANCY</character>
    <dialogue>Really? Three?</dialogue>
    <character>DOREEN</character>
    <dialogue>And how.</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>That's nothing. Girlfriend of mine?</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(to Cathy)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Shirley Dawson -</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(back to everyone)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Her husband? Every night-o-the- week... plus three times more on the weekend! Can you imagine?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy returns the pitcher to the bar.</scene_description>
    <character>NANCY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh, my.</dialogue>
    <character>DOREEN</character>
    <dialogue>How long have they been married?</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>Well, long enough! Seven years? Eight?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Doreen and Nancy break into more giggles as Cathy stands a moment, reflected in thought in the marbled mirror, a note of music accompanying. DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. WHITAKER HOUSE - LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Cathy stands in front of her house waiving goodbye to Eleanor, Doreen and Nancy, who make their way to their cars.</scene_description>
    <character>DOREEN</character>
    <dialogue>It was lovely, Cathleen!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Thanks, girls.</dialogue>
    <character>DOREEN</character>
    <dialogue>Bye, now.</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>Chicken was divine.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Thanks, El.</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>I'll call you tomorrow!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Bye.</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>Thanks again, hon! It was all too divine!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Thanks, El. I'll call you tomorrow.</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>Bye!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy is about to turn back into the house when she puts a hand to her head, remembering her scarf. She glances over toward the side of the house and starts slowly down the front steps, glancing around the yard as she goes. By now the wind has died down and a pale opal light has taken the edge off the sun. A soft spell of music begins. She doesn't see it along the front hedges and continues on to the side of the house. She turns the corner, glancing up at the roof. Suddenly</scene_description>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Could this possibly -</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy turns with a start. Raymond is standing along the side of the house holding her lilac scarf.</scene_description>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>I'm sorry.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>No - You found it!</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Yes - It was...</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(starts walking toward her)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>hanging off one of the birch's down front.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>It's just been so windy. I was just going back in the house when it just -</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Raymond hands Cathy the scarf.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>... sailed off my head - Thank you.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>I had a feeling it might have been yours.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Who else could have been so absentminded?</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>No. The color. Just seemed right.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Well thank you, Mr. Deagan. For finding it.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Please. Call me Raymond.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Thank you. Raymond.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She smiles and they begin walking back to the front yard.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Everything looks wonderful by the way.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Well good. Pop's a tough act to follow when it comes to his work. But I think we got everything pretty under control.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy looks at him a moment.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>I'm sure it hasn't been easy. Taking over for your father so quickly.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Well I guess between pa's business, my shop, and looking after my little girl, there's not much time left for reflecting.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>I didn't know you had children.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Just the one. Sarah's her name.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>And how old is Sarah?</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Eleven years old, yea. And the sun and the moon to me.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Well I'm sure she's a lovely child. You and your wife must be very proud.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Well, Mrs. Deagan - my wife - she passed away when Sarah was about five.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh Raymond. I'm so sorry.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Well. Thank you. We do - we do just fine, Sarah and I.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(reaching for his wallet)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I have a - picture somewhere...</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(opening it for Cathy)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>There. That's Sarah.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh, she's darling. Look at those eyes... And what's this I hear about a shop?</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>The plant shop? Yea. It's just a little place, down on Hawthorn.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Started out as a service for gardeners, ordering plants and fertilizer. 'Til I opened the store. 'Bout six years ago. The only thing that business degree's been good for yet.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Well that's marvelous, Raymond. You should be very proud.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Well. If you're ever in the neighborhood you be sure and stop by. We have some lovely houseplants.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Well I certainly will.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Alright then.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She smiles goodbye and walks back into the house.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. WHITAKER FOYER - LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Cathy closes the door behind her. Right away we hear Sybil from the kitchen door.</scene_description>
    <character>SYBIL</character>
    <parenthetical>(off)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Mrs. Whitaker? I have that list whenever you're ready!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Thanks, Sybil. I'll come get it now. Where has this day gone to?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. WHITAKER BREAKFAST ROOM - EVENING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>From just outside the blaze of the kitchen we find Cathy and Sybil busily serving dinner to the children.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Elbows off the table, David!</dialogue>
    <character>JANICE</character>
    <dialogue>Eeuu - I hate those!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>I'm sorry, Janice. But for a growing girl, who needs her vitamins and is studying ballet -</dialogue>
    <character>JANICE</character>
    <dialogue>Oh mother! You said... You said -</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>I said we would discuss it and we discussed it. Now I don't want to hear another word about it. I certainly don't like thinking I've raised such spoiled children.</dialogue>
    <character>DAVID</character>
    <dialogue>What do you mean children? I'm not the one who wants some dopey ballet shoes!</dialogue>
    <character>JANICE</character>
    <dialogue>Slippers!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The telephone rings. Sybil is carrying a tray of food.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>If that's your father... Don't worry, Sybil, I'll get it.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(she picks up the phone)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Hello? Frank? You haven't left?... Oh no, not again... I know Frank, but every week... I know, I know darling... I won't... Alright... Goodnight, dear.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(she hangs up the phone)</parenthetical>
    <character>DAVID</character>
    <dialogue>What! He's not coming home again?</dialogue>
    <character>JANICE</character>
    <dialogue>Father never wants to come home!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh Janice, he most certainly does. It's just a terribly busy time for your father right now, and he's under a great deal of strain.</dialogue>
    <character>DAVID</character>
    <parenthetical>(to Janice)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Yea!</dialogue>
    <character>JANICE</character>
    <dialogue>Shut up.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>You know what, Sybil? Wrap up a plate for Mr. Whitaker. I'm just gonna go and take it over there myself.</dialogue>
    <character>SYBIL</character>
    <dialogue>All the way downtown?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>It's really not so far. Anyway, the children are nearly through, and knowing Mr. Whitaker, I'll at least be sparing him another night of pretzels and coffee.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy picks up her coat from a corner chair and starts out the door as we DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. OFFICE BLDG. LOBBY - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Cathy, emerging through the shimmer of a revolving door, as quiet dissonance emerges, building slowly throughout the scene. She walks across the large marble-floored lobby, Tupperware in hand, to the night-watch's table.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>I'm just dropping something off to my husband on the twelfth floor. Mr. Whitaker.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The NIGHT-WATCH motions her in and Cathy continues briskly to the elevators.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. 12TH FLOOR - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>The elevator doors open. Cathy steps out onto the darkened floor and starts down the central corridor toward the executive suite. As she approaches the outer office she realizes there is no one else in sight, no lights, no sign of work.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(to herself, perplexed)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Frank?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She glances around as she continues, doubtfully, in the direction of his office. Then she notices A soft strip of light coming from beneath his office door.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(shaking her head)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Oh, Frank...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>In a rush of wifely sympathy she walks up to the door and politely opens it.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Frank - ?</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. FRANK'S OFFICE - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Instantly she sees it: a shirtless blond man with loosened pants locked in a writhing kiss with another man in shirtsleeves, who appears to be fondling him. Immediately they turn and jolt apart. It takes her a moment to register that the man in shirtsleeves is Frank. All at once Cathy gasps, pulling back and turning, dropping her Tupperware. She shuts her eyes and struggles for breath. Inside we can hear the men scrambling to dress, knocking something over in the process. Suddenly Cathy turns facing the door, reeling, horrified. Music burns with the weight of realization as she starts back- stepping slowly, staring out in confusion and disbelief. She glimpses something through the crack of the door and stops. Frank catches sight of her from inside. Cathy stares. He looks down. Suddenly the blond man slips out past him, darting briskly down the hall. He disappears down the stairwell where we can hear his echoey steps slowly fading away. All at once Cathy turns and runs, music returning with thunder and storm.</scene_description>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Cathy!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She runs down the hall to the elevator, bangs on the button until it opens and throws herself inside.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. ELEVATOR - LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Cathy gasps for air inside the dim, mirror-lined elevator, trying to pull her hair over her eyes and shut out the world forever. SLOW FADE TO BLACK</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. WHITAKER HOUSE - LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Music bathes the shadowy quiet of the Whitaker exterior, its darkness brushed blue with moonlight, as we glide in slowly toward the living room window.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. LIVING ROOM - LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Music continues as we creep in slowly on Cathy silhouetted against the glass, frozen in thought. Suddenly there's the sound of keys at the door and we stop, silent. Cathy doesn't move. Frank quietly shuts the door behind him and turns around. Dead, eerie silence. He removes his coat, hangs it on the rack, and takes a quilt out of the closet. He turns and stops, sensing something. Then he sees her. Cathy just stares. But there's a new kind of death in her face. Frank drops his head. He remains still for several seconds. Finally</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(from a strange distance)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Mr. Maynard... left an estimate... for the roof. I put it in the kitchen.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(silence)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Twelve hundred something. I assume you'll want -</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(silence)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>a second opinion...</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Cathy -</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>I can't -</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Silence.</scene_description>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>I know.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Silence. He drops his head.</scene_description>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>I don't -</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(doesn't finish)</parenthetical>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>What?</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>I don't even...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Frank looks up. He sighs with resignation.</scene_description>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>See... Once. Long time ago. Long long time ago. I had... problems. I just figured... that was - that was it.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(shaking his head)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I never... imagined...</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>You had... problems?</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Yes.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>You never... spoke to anyone? A doctor?</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>No.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>No one?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Frank shakes his head.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>I don't... I don't understand.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>I don't either.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>What if... I mean there must be people who - who...</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>I don't know.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>There must be.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Frank suddenly seems a hundred miles away.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Frank?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Frank can barely look at her let alone respond.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Because...</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(suddenly shaky)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Otherwise, I just - I don't know what - Oh Frank!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Soft music begins. Frank closes his eyes and quietly nods. Cathy exhales a tiny breath of relief.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(softly)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Thank you.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He slowly-turns and Cathy watches as he starts up the stairs, music expanding. DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. MEDICAL CENTER - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>The last Autumn leaves are falling on this bright, blustery afternoon in the Hartford business district. Cathy's car can be seen turning onto the main road and continuing into town.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. MEDICAL CENTER - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>The large, modern medical complex stretches out against crisp blue skies and white clouds. Down below we see Cathy pulling into the Municipal lot. The white-capped attendant hands her a ticket, raises the gate and smiles as she proceeds in. Cathy walks up to the front of one of the buildings, checks her watch and glances around for Frank. In a small park opposite, a young couple can be seen leaning against a tree, kissing. The girl pulls away but the boy pursues eagerly, stroking the girl's hair and whispering into her ear. Cathy watches, closer (with a rear-projected background). The boy tries kissing her again, but the girl turns away, glancing toward Cathy self-consciously. Cathy looks down. She checks her watch again and glances around one more time for Frank. We see him now, just crossing the street. Cathy waves, starting over in his direction. They meet and begin walking up the slope of stairs. DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. DR. BOWMAN'S OFFICE - WAITING ROOM - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>The RECEPTIONIST is swinging open the door of the waiting room.</scene_description>
    <character>RECEPTIONIST</character>
    <dialogue>Mr. and Mrs. Whitaker.?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Yes.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy and Frank get up from their chairs. DR. Bowman, an imposing man in his fifties with a distinctive streak of white in his hair, is just stepping through the door as music fades.</scene_description>
    <character>RECEPTIONIST</character>
    <dialogue>This is Dr. Bowman.</dialogue>
    <character>BOWMAN</character>
    <parenthetical>(shaking Frank's hand firmly)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Mr. Whitaker? How do you.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(politely taking Cathy's)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Mrs. Whitaker? How lovely.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Thank you.</dialogue>
    <character>BOWMAN</character>
    <dialogue>Mr. Whitaker, Mrs. Whitaker. As someone who's been around numerous couples like yourselves, I realize how difficult these things can be at times, particularly at the beginning. It's been said the first steps are always the hardest ones to take. But as I'm oft to remind my patients, without them, of course, why we wouldn't even be walking! So allow me first to commend you both... for taking those steps today.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Thank you, doctor.</dialogue>
    <character>BOWMAN</character>
    <dialogue>Before we sit down, are there any questions I can answer?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy looks to Frank who vaguely gestures 'no.'</scene_description>
    <character>BOWMAN</character>
    <dialogue>No? Alright.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(to Frank)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I suppose we may as well get started.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Dr. Bowman gestures to the door and Cathy starts in first.</scene_description>
    <character>BOWMAN</character>
    <dialogue>Actually, Mrs. Whitaker, I think it might be best if your husband and I conversed - in private.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh. In private. Of course.</dialogue>
    <character>BOWMAN</character>
    <dialogue>I think it's best.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Certainly. Then I'll - see you later, dear.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>See you later.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>And they close the door behind them. Cathy is motionless for a moment before turning back into the waiting room and sitting down. She smiles at the receptionist who vaguely smiles back. She looks back at the door. DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. DR. BOWMAN'S OFFICE - A BIT LATER</stage_direction>
    <character>BOWMAN</character>
    <dialogue>Today, the general attitude regarding this sort, of behavior is, naturally, more modern, more scientific than it's ever been before. After all, we're not living in the dark ages. But for those who do seek treatment, who possess the will and desire to lead normal lives, there still remains only a scant, 5-to-30 percent rate of success. For complete heterosexual conversion. Interestingly, for many, it's the treatment itself that often changes the patient's mind. One thing is certain. A successful outcome is only ever achieved when it's what the patient himself desires more than anything else in the world.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>What does it - comprise of? The treatment.</dialogue>
    <character>BOWMAN</character>
    <dialogue>Treatment is usually comprised of psychiatric sessions, twice a week, sometimes more.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Just - talking?</dialogue>
    <character>BOWMAN</character>
    <dialogue>Yes. Though some patients have explored additional, more behavioral methods.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Behavioral?</dialogue>
    <character>BOWMAN</character>
    <dialogue>Electro-shock aversion therapy, for instance, or hormonal re-balancing procedures. But neither of these would be part of any standardized treatment.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Silence. Frank looks down in thought.</scene_description>
    <character>BOWMAN</character>
    <dialogue>I know it can all seem rather daunting at first.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(leaning back in his chair)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I suggest you take some time, think over the various options we discussed, discuss it with your wife -</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>No, I - I already know - I want to go ahead. Begin treatment.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Frank tries to gather his thoughts.</scene_description>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>I can't - let this thing destroy my life - my family's life! I know it's a sickness because it makes me feel - despicable, dirty. I promise you Dr. Bowman, I'm gonna beat this thing. I'm gonna break it. So help me God.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The doctor is listening. CUT TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. WAITING ROOM - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>The door swings open and Cathy turns to see Frank and Dr. Bowman step into the waiting room.</scene_description>
    <character>BOWMAN</character>
    <dialogue>So why don't you go ahead and confirm the times we discussed with Rosalyn. And I'll see you here same time next Tuesday.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(they shake)</parenthetical>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Thank you, doctor.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy listens on, beaming with pleasure.</scene_description>
    <character>BOWMAN</character>
    <dialogue>Mr. Whitaker.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(leaning out toward Cathy)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Mrs. Whitaker!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Thank you, doctor!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Frank walks right past her. Cathy turns to catch up with him.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. ELEVATOR - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Cathy joins Frank in the paneled elevator. The door closes as a soft stir of music begins. Cathy looks over at Frank who stares ahead, blankly.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Frank.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>What?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>I'm just proud of you, that's all.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Don't say that.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Well I am. And he seems like a very decent man, Dr. Bowman. Don't you think?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He doesn't answer.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Frank?</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>I don't know, Cathleen. I suppose he's decent.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The elevator doors open and Frank stalks through the lobby and out the door, music thickening. Cathy follows.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. MEDICAL BUILDING - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Frank and Cathy walk out of the building into a strong wind. Behind them an obscure, REAR-PROJECTED Hartford feels a million miles away.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>But Frank, you must have liked him enough to want to see him again.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Who else am I going see?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Well - I'm sure there are numerous doctors - in Hartford or in Springfield - if you don't - if you aren't certain about -</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He stops sharply and turns to her.</scene_description>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Look! I just want to get the whole fucking thing over with! Can you understand that?!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy stares at him in shock and fear.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(eyes filling)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Frank! Please don't -</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Frank takes her hand. Suddenly his eyes fill as well.</scene_description>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>I'm sorry. I'm sorry.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He embraces her.</scene_description>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Cathy, I'm so sorry.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The music opens up. DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. MAGNAVOX OFFICES - MORNING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>We pull out from a large, framed version of the Mr.& Mrs. Magnavox ad, to a view of the whole bustling floor. The elevator doors open and we follow Frank as he walks down the central aisle toward his office. He nods to the regular cycle of greetings ('Good morning, Mr. Whitaker... Morning, sir'). He approaches Kitty's desk.</scene_description>
    <character>KITTY</character>
    <dialogue>Good morning, Mr. Whitaker.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <parenthetical>(a bit faintly)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Kitty.</dialogue>
    <character>KITTY</character>
    <dialogue>I hope you have a pleasant day, sir.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <parenthetical>(glancing back vaguely)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Thank you.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He continues on to his office. There, he discovers Marlene standing at her desk holding a broken desk lamp.</scene_description>
    <character>MARLENE</character>
    <dialogue>Good morning, Mr. Whitaker.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Marlene.</dialogue>
    <character>MARLENE</character>
    <dialogue>I found this in the cupboard, sir.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>What's that?</dialogue>
    <character>MARLENE</character>
    <dialogue>Your desk lamp. Sir. The one that was missing.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Frank lingers a moment, absently.</scene_description>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Ah.</dialogue>
    <character>MARLENE</character>
    <dialogue>Should I have it repaired, sir?</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Yes. Yes -</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(continuing into his office)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Thank you, Marlene.</dialogue>
    <character>MARLENE</character>
    <dialogue>Uh - Mr. Whitaker, Mr. Fine's been -</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The door closes behind him.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. FRANK'S OFFICE - MORNING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Frank stands a moment facing the door in silence.</scene_description>
    <character>STAN</character>
    <parenthetical>(off)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Frank?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Frank turns around to see Stan seated on a leather couch by the window.</scene_description>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Didn't see you there!</dialogue>
    <character>STAN</character>
    <parenthetical>(slight beat)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Everything alright?</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>With me?</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(brushing it off)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Oh...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Frank sits down at his desk as Stan gets up, holding a large flat folder.</scene_description>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>What's up.</dialogue>
    <character>STAN</character>
    <dialogue>Just picked up the galleys from the printer.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>How do they look?</dialogue>
    <character>STAN</character>
    <dialogue>Great. Just great.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Fine. Fine.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(flipping through his appointment book)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Why'n't you leave 'em here and I'll - have a look the first chance I get.</dialogue>
    <character>STAN</character>
    <parenthetical>(slightly perplexed)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Sure.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Stan walks over to the desk and sets down the folder.</scene_description>
    <character>STAN</character>
    <dialogue>You'll... let me know what you think?</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Course I will. You're first on my list.</dialogue>
    <character>STAN</character>
    <parenthetical>(before leaving)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>So what's it gonna take to get you back on that course, anyway? We haven't seen you for weeks!</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>I know it. I've just been...</dialogue>
    <character>STAN</character>
    <dialogue>Sunday. No excuses.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Alright.</dialogue>
    <character>STAN</character>
    <dialogue>I'm holding you to it!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Stan leaves Frank alone at his desk. Staring straight ahead, he reaches down to the bottom drawer and pulls out the bottle of Scotch. He unscrews the top, closes his eyes and takes a long, dark swig, music rising. DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. FINE'S HOUSE - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>It's a cold, overcast day in the quiet, tree-lined neighborhood of the Blue Hills district, as Cathy and Eleanor emerge from the house carrying serving trays. Cathy's car is parked in the driveway of Eleanor's modern Ranch-style home.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Thanks again, El.</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>You sure that's all I can give you?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh, yes. The caterers should have everything. I just thought a few extras would be nice.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>They approach Cathy's car.</scene_description>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>Oh - And don't forget! The art show's Saturday so start working on Frank tonight.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy opens the car door and starts putting the trays inside.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>I swear he's the kind of man you have to pin messages to!</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>Though I'm sorry to say Mona Lauder will be attending. Turns out her uncle's in town, some hot-shot art- dealer from New York. I think I met him at one of Mona's soiree's. A bit flowery for my tastes.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>How do you mean?</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>Oh, you know. A touch light on his feet?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>You mean...</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>Yes, darling. One of those. Of course I could be mistaken. Just an impression I got.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>You don't care for them particularly?</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>Well, no, not particularly. Not that I actually know any. Call me old-fashioned, I just like all the men I'm around to be all men. Say! Why the third degree?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>It's not the third degree, I just -</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(climbing into her car)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I'm interested, that's all. In your views.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Eleanor doesn't look convinced.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>I read an article recently. In a magazine.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(she closes the car door)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>- What?</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>Nothing! I'm just delighted to see you taking interest in yet another civic cause! I can see it now: 'Cathleen Whitaker and her kindness to Homosexuals'!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh - that word.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy begins pulling out.</scene_description>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>See you Sunday. And bring Frank!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>I'll try.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Eleanor waves and starts back into the house as Cathy drives off. DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. WHITAKER HOME - LATE AFTERNOON</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Afternoon shadows stretch across the Whitaker's block as Cathy turns the corner. She pulls into the driveway just as Frank is getting out of his car and David, dressed in his baseball uniform, and Janice, in ballet clothes, come running to greet him.</scene_description>
    <character>JANICE</character>
    <dialogue>Father's home! Father's home!</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Well look who's here. The little ballerina herself.</dialogue>
    <character>DAVID</character>
    <dialogue>Hi-ya, pop!</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <parenthetical>(to David)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Whaduya say, kiddo?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy steps out of her car just as Sybil appears to meet her.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>What a lovely surprise, having you home at a decent hour. Thank you, Sybil.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Marlene had me set for another dinner meeting but I just said to reschedule.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh, Frank. I'm so pleased you did.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>They embrace and Frank kisses her as the whole family follows Sybil into the house.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. WHITAKER DINING ROOM - EVENING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>The Whitaker family are in the midst of a spirited dinner, though it's clear all the enthusiasm in the room has begun to drain Frank of his.</scene_description>
    <character>DAVID</character>
    <dialogue>Then Billy Hutchison stole a pass at the ten yard line, pop. Ran it all the way for a touch down. You shoulda seen it!</dialogue>
    <character>JANICE</character>
    <dialogue>Father, wanna see my routine for the ballet recital?</dialogue>
    <character>DAVID</character>
    <dialogue>I was talking to pop!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Children. Give your father a moment to eat his dinner.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(to Frank)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Another lambchop, dear?</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>I'm fine.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>You sure? I have plenty in the oven.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>I'm fine. Thank you.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Small silence.</scene_description>
    <character>DAVID</character>
    <dialogue>We're playing Lincoln on Saturday, pop. If you're not working.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh heavens, that reminds me! Darling, this Saturday is that reception I told you about, for the modern art show Eleanor's group was sponsoring. You remember?</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Oh God.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>I know how you hate these things but I simply have to go and Eleanor pleaded with me to ask you.</dialogue>
    <character>DAVID</character>
    <dialogue>What about me! No one cares one bit what I'm doing Saturday! Like playing one of the toughest teams in the whole entire league!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>David I'm sorry but this one Saturday your mother has an engagement that simply can't be changed -</dialogue>
    <character>DAVID</character>
    <dialogue>Pop could come.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy looks at Frank who is looking down.</scene_description>
    <character>DAVID</character>
    <dialogue>Couldn't you, pop?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>We'll see, David.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>No one talks for several seconds.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Janice, would you please pass the butter?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Janice passes the butter to her mother. DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. WHITAKER BEDROOM - LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Frank watches TV from bed. Cathy sits at her vanity doing a hundred strokes, looking over at him while brushing.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Frank?</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Hmm.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(brief silence)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Did you see him?</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Yea.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>When?</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Yesterday.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>You didn't say a word.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He continues staring at the TV.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>So how was it? With Bowman? Did you feel -</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>It's fine.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(putting down the brush, coaxing)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>And there's nothing more you care to share with your very own adoring wife?</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Cathleen, what I discuss with this doctor. It's private. That's - part of it. Alright? I'm sorry.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>I understand, dear. I do.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy looks at him a moment before lifting up the brush and turning back to the mirror.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh and Frank, wait'll you see the hors d'oeuvres! The caterers are doing such a marvelous job. I think you're going to be very pleased this year, darling. I really do.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. HARTFORD CENTER FOR THE ARTS - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>A frolic of music rises as we survey a busy corner within the Hartford cultural district. A small bustle of ladies and their husbands are milling around the entrance to a spacious, private gallery. The easled sign in the front window reads: - HARTFORD LADIES AUXILIARY PRESENTS - 20 PRINTS BY THE MASTERS OF MODERN ART WORKS BY PICASSO, CHIGAL & OTHERS Finally, Cathy comes running up to the door of the gallery.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. GALLERY - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Cathy squeezes past clusters of visitors holding glasses of wine when she spots Eleanor standing in front of a large Christmas tree. Eleanor is chatting with MONA LAUDER, an imposing, chinless brunette (fortyish), and MR. FARNSWORTH, Mona's uncle, a rotund middle-aged man with died ginger hair and a waxed mustache.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Eleanor - darling! I'm so sorry I'm late.</dialogue>
    <character>MONA</character>
    <dialogue>Cathleen!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Hello Mona.</dialogue>
    <character>MONA</character>
    <dialogue>Darling, I want to introduce you to my uncle, Morris Farnsworth, a wickedly successful Gotham art dealer who was kind enough to attend our provincial little gathering. Morris darling, allow me to introduce my dear little friend Cathleen Whitaker - whose face and civic fancies are hardly strangers to the society pages of Hartford!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh Mona, really. You must ignore her, Mr. Farnsworth.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Mr. Farnsworth extends his hand.</scene_description>
    <character>FARNSWORTH</character>
    <parenthetical>(rather affected)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Charmed.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>I hope you enjoy your stay.</dialogue>
    <character>MONA</character>
    <dialogue>Morris was just telling us the most delightful tale. All about a forged Rembrandt!</dialogue>
    <character>FARNSWORTH</character>
    <dialogue>Well there's really not much more to it than that. You can only imagine my utter disdain in discovering the gifts of so masterful an impersonator in as base and uncivilized a character as the man ultimately convicted of the crime.</dialogue>
    <character>MONA</character>
    <dialogue>It's fascinating, isn't it?</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>Cathy, darling, don't let us keep you. I know you want to see the show.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>I am dying to see it.</dialogue>
    <character>MONA</character>
    <dialogue>Oh yes. It's simply charming. Eleanor you should be so proud.</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>Why thank you, Mona.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Lovely meeting you, Mr. Farnsworth.</dialogue>
    <character>FARNSWORTH</character>
    <dialogue>Likewise, my dear.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy throws Eleanor a little smile as she starts off into the gallery. MOMENTS LATER Cathy stands in front of a beautiful Picasso 'crying woman'. Suddenly - FLASH! - Cathy turns to see Mrs. Leacock standing beside her photographer.</scene_description>
    <character>MRS. LEACOCK</character>
    <dialogue>Pardon me, dear, but it was too lovely to resist: Wife of Hartford Executive Communing With Picasso!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Mrs. Leacock. Lovely to see you again.</dialogue>
    <character>MRS. LEACOCK</character>
    <dialogue>And how is that charming husband of yours?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>He's very well, thank you -</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy stops suddenly, spotting someone across the room. Raymond is standing with his daughter SARAH (age 11), leaning over her and discussing one of the pictures on the wall. (Not surprisingly, they're the only black faces in the room.)</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Mrs. Leacock, would you excuse me a moment?</dialogue>
    <character>MRS. LEACOCK</character>
    <dialogue>Certainly, dear.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy smiles and starts over to Raymond and his little girl as Mrs. Leacock and the photographer observe. Raymond looks up and sees Cathy approaching. He smiles and stands.</scene_description>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Mrs. Whitaker! Hello!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Raymond. What a tremendous surprise - finding you here. Is this your daughter?</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Yep. This is Sarah. Sarah, this is Mrs. Whitaker. Mrs. Whitaker owns one of the gardens I look after.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Hello, Sarah.</dialogue>
    <character>SARAH</character>
    <dialogue>Hello.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <parenthetical>(spotting something out front)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Say, Sarah, isn't that Hutch and his little brother I see, playing out front?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Raymond directs Sarah's attention to the front of the gallery where Billy Hutchison. (HUTCH, age 11) and two other white boys can be seen through the glass, playing with paper airplanes.</scene_description>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>You remember them, don't you, baby?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Sarah shakes her head, sullenly.</scene_description>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Sure you do. The day we went to Mrs. Hutchison's house.</dialogue>
    <character>SARAH</character>
    <parenthetical>(softly)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Oh, yea.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>What do you say about going out and seeing if they'd like to play for a little while? How does that sound?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Sarah looks at her father. It's clear it's the very last thing she wants to do, but is too shy to say anything in front of Cathy.</scene_description>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Aww, there's nothing to be afraid of.</dialogue>
    <character>SARAH</character>
    <parenthetical>(softly)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I know...</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>It's only polite to say hello to people you've met in the past. Ah, go on, give it a try. For daddy.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Sarah looks down, turns slowly and starts reluctantly toward the front of the gallery.</scene_description>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Attagirl!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh Raymond, she's lovely.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Thank you.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>And how wonderful of you to expose her - to art and culture this way.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Well, my mother, she was always trying to expose my brothers and I to the finer things, and we fought her every step of the way. I guess I'm sort of making up for bad behavior.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>But how on earth did you hear about this show?</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Well I do read the papers.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Well of course you do. I just meant - it was such a coincidence.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>I know. I was just teasing you.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(slightly lower voice)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Because you know I'm not prejudiced.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Raymond smiles at her.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(quite serious)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>My husband and I have always believed in equal right for the Negro, and support the NACP.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Well I'm glad to hear that.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>I just - I wanted you to know.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Well thank you.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Not at all.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>As they start into the final room of the gallery we see Sarah through the window outside, watching as the boys try unsuccessfully to launch their paper airplane.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. GALLERY - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Close on Hutch's paper airplane as his friend, Tommy, gives it a throw.</scene_description>
    <character>HUTCH</character>
    <dialogue>Go!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The plane nosedives and Hutch goes to get it.</scene_description>
    <character>HUTCH</character>
    <dialogue>Straighter, Tommy! You gotta throw it straighter. And hard! One, two, three - GO!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Tommy throws it hard but it sputters down once again. Sarah giggles to herself.</scene_description>
    <character>SARAH</character>
    <dialogue>It's too heavy!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The boys stop and turn.</scene_description>
    <character>HUTCH</character>
    <dialogue>What?</dialogue>
    <character>SARAH</character>
    <dialogue>On the end. Your airplane!</dialogue>
    <character>HUTCH</character>
    <dialogue>Who asked you?! C'mon, Bobby.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Hutch motions to the others and the boys start back into the gallery.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. GALLERY - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Hutch and his brother return to their parents as Sarah watches from outside, alone. MEANWHILE Cathy and Raymond are looking at a Miro.</scene_description>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>So what is your opinion on modern art?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>It's hard to put into words really. I just know what I care for and what I" don't. Like this - I'm not sure how you pronounce it - Mirra?</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Miro.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Miro. I don't know why but I just adore it. The feeling it gives. I know that sounds terribly vague.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>No. It actually confirms something I've always wondered about modern art, abstract art.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>What is that?</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>That perhaps it's just picking up where religious art left off. You know. Trying to somehow show you divinity, put it up there on the wall. The modern artist just pares it down to the most basic elements of shape and color. But when you look at that Miro, you feel it just the same.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Why that's lovely, Raymond.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>We hear the brief shriek of a woman's laugh. Cathy turns to see Mona Lauder, Mr. Farnsworth and two other women, one stifling her giggles, snickering amongst themselves over Cathy and her friend. Eleanor, who is standing listening to an ELDERLY WOMAN, also notices the commotion.</scene_description>
    <character>ELDERLY WOMAN</character>
    <dialogue>To tell you the truth, I was rather shocked by the prices.</dialogue>
    <character>ELDERLY WOMAN</character>
    <dialogue>But then I've always preferred the work of the masters... Rembrandt, Michelangelo -</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Eleanor spots Cathy saying goodbye to Raymond and starting off down the hall.</scene_description>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>I'm terribly sorry - Would you excuse me a moment?</dialogue>
    <character>ELDERLY WOMAN</character>
    <dialogue>Certainly.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Eleanor starts after Cathy.</scene_description>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>Cathleen!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>El, honey. It all looks just marvelous -</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Eleanor whisks Cathy to the side.</scene_description>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>Cathy, who on earth was that man? You have the whole place in a clamor!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh for heavens sake, why? Because of that ridiculous story?</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <parenthetical>(squinting off at Raymond)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Who is he?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Raymond is now introducing Sarah to a smiling, middle-aged woman in a hat.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>His name's Raymond Deagan. He's Otis Deagan's son.</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>Your gardener?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Yes. He passed away very recently and Raymond's taken over his business.</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>Well you certainly seem on familiar terms with the man.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh what does that mean? Familiar terms? He happens to have some very enlightening views on Miro.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(glancing at her watch)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Oh, jeepers, would you look at the time! El, I have to fly.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>They start walking toward the door.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>I'm having the carpets cleaned for tomorrow.</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>What time are the caterers showing?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>They said four.</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>I'll come early too. For moral support!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>You're a doll.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy waves bye and dashes out of the gallery. DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. WHITAKER HOUSE - DUSK</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Music accompanies a slow and stately ascent upon the Whitaker house, trimmed with cars and bursting from inside with the exuberance of the annual company party. We can even hear the distant clamor of merriment and laughter churning from within.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. LIVING ROOM - DUSK</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>The house, impeccably decorated, is swarming with people in evening dress, drinking, smoking, chatting, laughing. An overstuffed Christmas tree glistens in the corner as an endless parade of hors d'oeuvres are passed solemnly by the all-black, formally uniformed, serving staff. Cathy shimmers in a gown of sapphire blue, standing surrounded at one end of the room, while Frank stands with drink in hand, surrounded at the other. We see various faces from the Magnavox office, including Marlene. Cathy is listening to a middle-aged Elderly Woman.</scene_description>
    <character>ELDERLY WOMAN</character>
    <dialogue>... Not to say that I'm against integration mind you. I do believe it's the Christian thing to. But I still say what happened in Little Rock could just as easily have happened here in Hartford.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A stout, red-faced man answers.</scene_description>
    <character>RED-FACED MAN</character>
    <dialogue>Nonsense!</dialogue>
    <character>ELDERLY WOMAN</character>
    <dialogue>And why is that?</dialogue>
    <character>RED-FACED MAN</character>
    <dialogue>Well for one thing, there's no Governor Faubus in Connecticut. But the main reason - They're no Negroes!</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(laughs)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Two of the serving staff close enough to have heard his remark continue serving.</dialogue>
    <dialogue>DICK DAWSON, a tall, strapping man in his mid-30's, is leaning on a chair beside Cathy.</dialogue>
    <character>DICK</character>
    <dialogue>No, but I do hear there are some rather dangerous pro-integration types. Right here in Hartford!</dialogue>
    <character>ELDERLY WOMAN</character>
    <dialogue>Dangerous?</dialogue>
    <character>DICK</character>
    <dialogue>Oh yes. Some very attractive ones in fact. Noted, I'm told, for their kindness to Negroes!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(slapping his arm)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Oh Dick, stop! Where on earth did you hear about that?</dialogue>
    <character>DICK</character>
    <dialogue>Shirley read it to me.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>I should have known.</dialogue>
    <character>RED-FACED MAN</character>
    <dialogue>What's all this?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Absolutely nothing! Here, let me freshen those.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy takes Dick and the red-faced man's glasses and starts off toward the bar. Frank is at the couch with Stan Fine, Doreen and her husband RON. As Cathy passes, Stan calls out to her.</scene_description>
    <character>STAN</character>
    <dialogue>By golly there she is now! Prettiest gal in the room!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh, Stan! Liquor does bring out the Texan in you. I just hope Eleanor isn't listening.</dialogue>
    <character>STAN</character>
    <parenthetical>(putting an arm around her)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>So what if she is! I still say Frank's the luckiest guy in town.</dialogue>
    <character>RON</character>
    <dialogue>Here, here!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Frank is hunched over listening, noticeably intoxicated.</scene_description>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <parenthetical>(thinking he's being witty)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Smoke and mirrors, fellas! That's all it is. You should see her without her face on!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Frank laughs at his own joke and a few join in awkwardly.</scene_description>
    <character>DOREEN</character>
    <dialogue>Frank!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>No, he's absolutely right. We ladies are never really what we appear. And every girl has her secrets!</dialogue>
    <character>DOREEN</character>
    <dialogue>I'll say.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <parenthetical>(thrusting his glass at her)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Well how 'bout this girl going and getting her husband another drink? How 'bout that?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(still smiling)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You don't think you might have - already had enough, darling?</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>No, I don't think I've already had -</dialogue>
    <character>DOREEN</character>
    <parenthetical>(interrupting, raising her glass)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Well I'd just like to take a moment to raise a glass to our marvelous host and hostess and another glorious Annual Party at the Whitaker's! To Frank and Cathy, truly Mr. and Mrs. Magnavox!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Everyone around them raises their glasses 'To Frank and Cathy' and toasts. Cathy and Frank smile and nod at their guests, but the strain is evident.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Thank you... Now who can I freshen up? Ron?</dialogue>
    <character>RON</character>
    <dialogue>I'm fine.</dialogue>
    <character>STAN</character>
    <dialogue>Me.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>I think you're fresh enough.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy starts off toward the bar. Sybil is crossing with a tray.</scene_description>
    <character>LADY</character>
    <dialogue>Wonderful party, Cathleen.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Thank you.</dialogue>
    <character>SYBIL</character>
    <dialogue>Here, Mrs. Whitaker, let me take those.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Thank you, Sybil.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Eleanor approaches Cathy as she finishes giving Sybil the empty glasses.</scene_description>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>Cathy?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Hi.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Eleanor pulls her aside, by a window.</scene_description>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>Honey? Is everything alright?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>What do you mean?</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>Frank. I've never seen him so soused.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh, no. He's just been - working so hard lately. He's been under such tremendous strain.</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>You sure that's all?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh, yes.</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>You'd tell me if there was anything more?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Of course I would.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Eleanor puts a hand on Cathy's back as they start back into the party.</scene_description>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>By the way, kid. I think we just threw ourselves one class-A swanky function.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>It did turn nicely, didn't it.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A WOMAN calls out to Cathy.</scene_description>
    <character>WOMAN</character>
    <dialogue>Cathleen, darling. You've simply outdone yourself - once again!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>DISSOLVE TO: WHITAKER LIVING ROOM - LATER Cathy stands at the door waving goodbye to the last guests (probably Eleanor & Stan).</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Thanks for everything! I'll call you tomorrow! Goodnight!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy closes the door and steps into the half-darkened house, still strewn with party debris. She takes a deep breath of relief, and notices Eleanor's serving-ware by the bar.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh, shoot - I forgot to give Eleanor her servers.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Frank sits in an armchair, rouged in shadow. Cathy walks toward the stairs and stops, looking at him.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Frank?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He doesn't respond, and she continues on toward the stairs.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Well, if I do say so myself, I think it was a very lovely party, all considering.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She stops to gather her wrap at the foot of the stairs. She looks off a moment, very still.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(quiet and level)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I just don't understand. Why it has to turn ugly. In front of our friends.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(silence)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Honestly, Frank. If you didn't insist on -</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She stops, hearing something, and turns - Frank is suddenly approaching.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>What is it - ?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>But all at once he's upon her - rolling into her arms and kissing the side of her neck, music rushing. Cathy is stunned, but gradually begins returning his affection.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh Frank...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>They fold into the couch, kissing, and suddenly Frank is on top of her. At first she's unsettled by his strong urgency but she allows it to continue, stroking his head and trying to slow him down. But he becomes only more persistent, panting and thrusting and turning red from the effort. Cathy closes her eyes and tries to weather it. Then with a sudden half-choked cry, Frank surrenders, turning away from her and muttering aloud in exhaustion and defeat.</scene_description>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Oh Jesus! Jesus, what's happening! I can't even... Oh God!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Frank! Frank, it doesn't matter, darling! The important thing is to keep... trying. Keep -</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <parenthetical>(sitting up suddenly, his back to her)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Don't -</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Frank!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She puts her hand on his shoulder but he shakes it off.</scene_description>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Don't.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(silence)</parenthetical>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Because I'm sure - you know - Dick Dawson wouldn't mind... lending his services every now and again!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh, Frank.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She reaches for his arm again and he tries to wriggle free, but she holds on.</scene_description>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>I mean, you wouldn't mind that so terribly much, would you? Good- lookin' guy like Dick. Maybe even Stan would pitch in!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(holding tighter)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Frank, please. You're the only man I'd ever -</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Let go!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>You're all men to me, Frank! And all man!</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>STOPPIT!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Furiously he swipes her hand away and accidentally strikes, her hard in the face with his cufflink.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(covering her face)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Oh, Frank!</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>I'm sorry. Cathy, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to -</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy grabs a cloth napkin from the coffee table and presses it to her head.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>It's alright. I'm alright. It was an accident.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Is it bleeding?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Just the littlest bit.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Oh, Jesus.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Frank just stands there, helpless.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Perhaps you could get me a little ice, dear.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Ice?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Yes.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Cathy, I'm...</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>I know, dear. It's alright. I'm alright.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Frank slowly backs away, toward the kitchen, music expanding. Cathy just closes her eyes. DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. WHITAKER BEDROOM - LATE MORNING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Cathy stands before the mirror in her bedroom vanity brushing her hair over the small wound on her forehead. She puts down the brush, takes one last look and starts out of her room.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. LANDING - LATE MORNING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>As Cathy passes an upstairs window she sees Eleanor's car just pulling up to the house. Cathy takes a breath and starts down the stairs.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. WHITAKER HOUSE DOORWAY - LATE MORNING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Eleanor is just ringing the doorbell when Cathy opens the door, holding her friend's serving-ware.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Hi.</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>Hey there, honey. Listen, I can't stay. I'm meeting Stan for lunch at the club.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>That sounds nice. I can't believe I let you get away last night without these.</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>It's cute, your hair that way.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Yea? I experimented. Here.</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>It's adorable.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>As Cathy hands the servers to Eleanor a serving spoon falls out.</scene_description>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>Whoopsie!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy picks it up from the ground and puts its back in the dish.</scene_description>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>Thanks.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Eleanor smiles at Cathy. Suddenly she stops smiling.</scene_description>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>Cathy?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy's hair no longer conceals the bruise on her forehead.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>What?</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>What happened to your head?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy's hand flies up to cover it.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Nothing, I - hit the door. It was the silliest thing.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Eleanor continues staring with concern.</scene_description>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>Cathy.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>What.</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>Did something happen - between you and Frank?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>What do you mean?</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>Cathy I'm your best friend.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Nothing happened. Nothing at all.</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>Oh, Cathy.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(suddenly quivery)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Eleanor!</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <parenthetical>(looking hard at her)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Cathy I'm your dearest and closest friend in the world. You can call me. Day or night. You hear?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy nods. Eleanor remains looking, worriedly at her friend. Then she sighs and turns to go. Cathy watches, unable to move. She can't contain it any longer and starts after - but stops herself again. Eleanor is climbing into her car. She shuts the door. Cathy turns around facing her house, eyes flooding, as we hear Eleanor driving off. Not ready to go back in, she proceeds down the steps to the side of the house, under a tree. There in the shade she takes a few short breaths, trying to gather herself. She begins to focus on something on the ground in front of her. It's a pair of black boots. Raymond stands a couple yards away watching, not knowing what to do. She sees him and the tears spill from her eyes.</scene_description>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Oh - Mrs. Whitaker...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He takes a step toward her and stops.</scene_description>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Is there - anything I can do?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She shakes her head no, wiping the tears and trying to shield her forehead from view.</scene_description>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>You sure?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Thank you, no. I'm fine, really. It's just - been a difficult time. With my husband.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>It does happen. Between married people.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>I know it does. I just...</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(she turns away)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>It's so embarrassing. Please forgive me.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Forgive you for what?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He looks off for a moment, then back at Cathy.</scene_description>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Mrs. Whitaker, listen. I have to go deliver some shrubs to a farmhouse just out of town. Which means I have to get a move on. Why don't you come on along for the ride? Little fresh air, change of scenery? Might help take your mind off things.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy feels a sudden guard.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>No. I couldn't. But thank you, Raymond. For offering. That's very kind of you.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>You sure?</dialogue>
    <character>SYBIL</character>
    <parenthetical>(off)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Mrs. Whitaker? Are you out here?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy turns, calling out toward the porch.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Yes, Sybil!</dialogue>
    <character>SYBIL</character>
    <parenthetical>(off)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>It's Mrs. Barker on the phone!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Thank you, Sybil! I'll be right in!</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(back to Raymond)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I should get back.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Okay.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She turns to leave. From Raymond's view beneath the tree we can see her legs striding back to the porch and up the steps into the house.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. WHITAKER'S BEDROOM - MOMENTS LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Cathy walks over to the table by the window and picks up the phone.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Hello?... Yes. How are you, Mrs Barker... Not at all...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>As Cathy talks she steps over toward her vanity and glances at herself in the mirror. She adjusts her hair so that it covers her forehead as before.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Yes, I was planning to pick them up at five... I see. So you'd like to switch for Thursday? No, I don't think that would be a problem...</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Well I'm glad I could be of help... Certainly... Bye now.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy steps back to the table and hangs up the phone, still for a moment. She glances out the window into the yard. Raymond can be seen throwing his toolbag over his shoulder and setting off for the day. Cathy remains looking out, in thought.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. WHITAKER HOUSE - MOMENTS LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Raymond is just shutting the door of his truck when Mrs. Whitaker comes walking briskly from the house. She is wearing her coat and her lilac scarf.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Raymond!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Raymond turns, sees her coming.</scene_description>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Mrs. Whitaker...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy stops a couple of yards from his truck, feeling suddenly rather awkward.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Hi.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Hello.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Well, wouldn't you know it. I just received a call and suddenly everything's changed. Anyway. I just...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She's doesn't even know what to say.</scene_description>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>You changed your mind?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy smiles, shyly.</scene_description>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <parenthetical>(smiles back)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Well good!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Raymond opens his door and gets out.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. LIVING ROOM - LATE MORNING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Through the living room window, Sybil catches sight of Raymond helping Cathy into his truck. She stops what she's doing a moment as Raymond's truck takes off down the street, music swirling. DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. RURAL VISTA - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>We see Raymond's truck driving down a road flanked by golden hills. He turns up the drive of an old ranch house, and drives up to the top. DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. RANCH HOUSE - A BIT LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>A large, rustic ranch-house sits on a bluff overlooking the late-Autumn vista of faded gold. Raymond's truck is parked in front of the house where Raymond stands with the ranch owner signing a receipt. Cathy has begun strolling past the house toward a clearing in the trees. \[Throughout the following exteriors REAR-PROJECTED facsimiles succor the close-ups, but all 'natural splendor' should shimmer with process.\] Raymond shakes hands with the ranch-owner and starts over to where Cathy stands, looking out. On the way he breaks off a branch from a tree with white bark and round, golden yellow leaves which he presents to her.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>It's lovely. What is it?</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>It's called a Quaking Aspen. Fairly rare in these parts.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(admiring the branch)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>It's beautiful.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(looking out at the vista)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>And you were right. What a perfectly lovely spot.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Sometimes a little green, some fresh air, just helps put things back on the shelf. 'Cause it sure can be a disheveling world out there, every now and again.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>I'll say it can.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy looks over toward a clearing in the grove.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Is that a path?</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Looks like it.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh let's have a peek.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Alright.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>They start off down the path, Cathy leading, music burgeoning. DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. WOODED TRAIL - LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Cathy and Raymond stroll down the gently winding path, red carpeted by the last of autumn while cloaked in an early winter mist. As they stroll they are each aware of the diminished formalities between them. DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. WOODED TRAIL - LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>They come upon a cluster of wildflowers.</scene_description>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>So you say he's seeing a specialist?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Yes, well... A psychiatrist, really.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>My husband's been suffering from a great deal of strain, recently. Uncertainty.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>I'm sorry.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>I know he's in good hands - It's just... what with everything that's been going on recently, it just - I don't know - feels at times like there's no one left in the world I can talk to!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy smiles to herself and looks back at him.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(lightly)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Except you!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Raymond smiles.</scene_description>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Well. Sometimes it's the people outside our world we confide in best.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Why? Just because they're outside?</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>And because they may have had experiences similar to ours. Because they care to listen.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>And once you do. Confide. Share those experiences with someone. They're no longer really outside, are they?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>They've come upon a small wooden bridge under which a perfect stream passes. They stop for a moment.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>It's lovely, isn't it?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She kneels down and looks into the stream. Raymond is looking down at her. There's a sadness in his eye, and he squats down beside her, music waking.</scene_description>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <parenthetical>(with great gentleness)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Did he cause that?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He is looking at the mark on her forehead. Cathy puts her hand over it and stands, silent for a moment.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>He didn't mean to strike me.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She looks down at the stream and takes a step away.</scene_description>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>I'm sorry.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>No. Heaven knows we all have our troubles. I'm sure you yourself...</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>What?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh, I don't know. Ever since running into you at the exhibition... Well I just kept wondering what it must be like. Being the only one in a room. Colored, or whatever it was. How that might possibly feel. I'm sure I've never -</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She stops, glancing out again at the hills. Raymond looks out as well.</scene_description>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Well, I suppose it's something you sort of grow accustomed to. Over time. Don't get me wrong. There is a world - even right here in Hartford - where everybody does indeed look like me. Only trouble is, very few people ever leave that world. I just want what any father wants for his child, the opportunities growing up I never had.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Naturally.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>But I'll tell you something - If you're really interested -</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh I am.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <parenthetical>(has a sudden thought)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Are you hungry? Could you eat something?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(brief silence)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I suppose I could.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Tell you what. Let me take you to one my favorite spots, not far from here. On good days they got hot food, cold drink, and just about discernible music.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Well it's hard to beat that!</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <parenthetical>(smiling)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>There you go!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy smiles back as they start back up the path. DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. ERNIE'S BAR & GRILL - LATE AFTERNOON</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Against the gray, industrial side of town, gleams the pink and green neon of Ernie's Bar&Grill. We see Raymond's truck just pulling into the driveway.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. CAR WASH - LATE AFTERNOON</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Across the street at a Car Wash, a young black attendant gives two short honks from a shiny black Edsel and looks around. A woman in a black feathered hat approaches. It's Mona Lauder.</scene_description>
    <character>MONA</character>
    <dialogue>Here I am! Yoo-hoo?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The attendant takes her ticket and escorts her to the driver's seat but Mona tarries a moment, catching sight of something across the street. The attendant looks off in the same direction. Outside Ernie's, Raymond is seen helping Cathy out of his truck, taking her arm and escorting her into the club. Mona remains devilishly fixed as she steps into the car and the attendant shuts the door.</scene_description>
    <character>MONA</character>
    <parenthetical>(handing him a nickel)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Thank you... very much, indeed.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Mona starts her engine with a contented little smirk.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. ERNIE'S - LATE AFTERNOON</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>The front door opens and Cathy and Raymond step into the entry way of the club.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(fixing her hair)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Well I'm hardly dressed for a restaurant.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>You look fine.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The main room at Ernie's is a smoky den of small square tables and black booths, colored mostly by neon overspill and Christmas lights. Most notably, everyone in the room is black. As Raymond and Cathy enter everyone in sight turns and looks.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Raymond.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Raymond contains a little smile.</scene_description>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Don't worry. It's a very friendly place.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Raymond starts in and Cathy follows, reluctantly. A small blues band is just setting up as an old jukebox plays and one couple dances. Raymond passes ESTHER, a dolled-up waitress in her late 20's, who scowls at him as he stops, glancing around the room for a table.</scene_description>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Say there Esther, darling. What? You don't say hello any more?</dialogue>
    <character>ESTHER</character>
    <parenthetical>(checking out Cathy)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Looks like you're speakin' fine for yourself.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Oh, you're just sore 'cause I haven't been coming around like I used to.</dialogue>
    <character>ESTHER</character>
    <dialogue>Is that so?</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Now what do you say about bringing us over a couple of drinks.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(to Cathy)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>What would you like?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh. A daiquiri? If they -</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>One daiquiri, and a bourbon on the rocks. Thank you, doll.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Esther rolls her eyes and turns. As Raymond escorts Cathy to a table, a GLARING MAN stands up from his table just as Raymond is passing.</scene_description>
    <character>GLARING MAN</character>
    <parenthetical>(to Raymond)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>What d'you think you're doing, boy?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Raymond passes him without looking, continuing with Cathy to a corner table below a mirror and helps Cathy into her chair. He sits down opposite her. The glaring man stares after a moment, then takes off adamantly toward the bar.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(a little tense)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Well I hope you find this very amusing.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>What do you mean? It's a very welcoming place!</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(spotting someone and nodding)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>How you doin' Gus.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A middle-aged man at another table (looking fairly soused) raises his glass to Raymond, then to Cathy. Cathy smiles back at him.</scene_description>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>See what I mean?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy watches as a second couple step up to the dance-floor. Meanwhile Esther returns with drinks and menus.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Thank you.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Thank you, Esther.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She leaves.</scene_description>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <parenthetical>(raising his glass)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Well. Here's to being the only one.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy looks at him a moment and then smiles, shaking her head. She toasts his glass and he laughs.</scene_description>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Really. We don't have to stay if you're not comfortable.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>No. As long I keep away from Esther, I think I'll be fine.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Alright, then.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The jukebox song has ended and the band kicks into its first number, a tender "I'll Be Seeing You." Raymond turns to watch, smiling. A few men in blue-collar uniforms are sauntering out of a smoke-filled pool-room, beer bottles in hand. They also stop to listen to the band, while two more couples head up to the floor to dance. Cathy looks over at Raymond, and smiles to herself.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Thank you, Raymond.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He turns to her.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>For a lovely afternoon.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Well thank you, Mrs. Whitaker. I've had one as well.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>'Mrs. Whitaker.' Sounds so formal. Would you -</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She stops.</scene_description>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <parenthetical>(gently)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Would I what?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Brief silence.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Ask me to dance?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Raymond smiles and slowly stands. Cathy does the same and turns, leading as Raymond follows unhurriedly to the dance-floor. The men in blue-collar uniforms watch Raymond pass with contempt in their eyes, before finally turning and filing out of the bar. Cathy stops beneath a blossom of rosy light and turns, smiling as Raymond joins her. She takes his hand and they begin to dance, tenderly, in the soft glow of Ernie's, surrounded by other dancers and other lovers. FADE TO BLACK.: FADE UP ON:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. LIVING ROOM - LATE MORNING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>We follow a vase displaying the golden Quaking Aspen branch as Sybil carries it into the living room. Cathy is gathering her belongings, getting ready to leave the house.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh, doesn't that look lovely. Let's see now, where should we put it...? How about there, Sybil, by the window?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Sybil places the vase on a high end-table near the window.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh yes, that's lovely.</dialogue>
    <character>SYBIL</character>
    <dialogue>It certainly is.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(checking her purse)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Now where is that list you gave me - Though I swore to Janice I wouldn't be late for her recital.</dialogue>
    <character>SYBIL</character>
    <dialogue>You can't miss that.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(finding the list)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Here it is.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(walking over to her coat)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You know, Sybil, I've been meaning to ask you...</dialogue>
    <character>SYBIL</character>
    <dialogue>Yes, ma'am?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>What is the name of that church group you belong to - the one you've mentioned so often...?</dialogue>
    <character>SYBIL</character>
    <dialogue>You mean at Ebenezer? The bible group?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(putting on her coat)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Yes, I believe that was it.</dialogue>
    <character>SYBIL</character>
    <dialogue>Or was it South Green Baptist. During the Fair Drive. The ladies auxiliary?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>I didn't realize there was more than one.</dialogue>
    <character>SYBIL</character>
    <dialogue>Oh, yes. I always seem to be signing up for something.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Well I think that's marvelous, Sybil. That you even find the time, what with all you do for us.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(putting on her scarf)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>We just have so much up in the attic I've been meaning to go through. I thought you might know of a church or civic group that could benefit from a donation.</dialogue>
    <character>SYBIL</character>
    <dialogue>Well - certainly, Mrs. Whitaker. If that's what you're looking for. Places in need are never too hard to find.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(opening the door)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Well I suppose you're right about that -</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy stops with a start. A young black couple are standing in the doorway.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Yes? May I - help you with something?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Sybil looks on suspiciously, observing the couple's conservative attire and officious clipboards.</scene_description>
    <character>YOUNG MAN</character>
    <dialogue>Is this the Whitaker residence?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Yes.</dialogue>
    <character>YOUNG MAN</character>
    <dialogue>Are you -</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(glancing at a clipboard)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Mrs. Frank Whitaker?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Yes.</dialogue>
    <character>YOUNG MAN</character>
    <parenthetical>(reciting his standard introduction)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Good afternoon, ma'am. Allow me to introduce myself. My name's Reginald Carter and this is Martha Livingston and we're members of the Hartford branch of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People. As a charitable organization we rely heavily on the aid of volunteers and membership revenue from the general public. Perhaps you'd be interested in reading over our complimentary brochure which explains more about the N-A-A-C-P, its many achievements and goals for the future.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Well - certainly, I'm familiar with your organization - I just... May I ask how you obtained our name and this address?</dialogue>
    <character>YOUNG MAN</character>
    <dialogue>You gave it to us ma'am.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>I did?</dialogue>
    <character>YOUNG MAN</character>
    <dialogue>When you signed our petition, supporting the funding initiative.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(thinks for a moment, then)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Oh. Yes, I do remember signing for that.</dialogue>
    <character>YOUNG MAN</character>
    <dialogue>Perhaps you'd be interested in reading over our complimentary -</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Yes, I would -</dialogue>
    <character>YOUNG MAN</character>
    <dialogue>... If you wouldn't mind signing our roster?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Perhaps - Sybil, would you mind signing for this? I'm terribly late at it is.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Sybil, who has tried busying herself at the hall table, looks up, just as the phone starts to ring.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(starting out the door)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Whoever it is I'm gone! Thank you, Sybil - I should be back by five!</dialogue>
    <character>SYBIL</character>
    <parenthetical>(stepping to the door)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Yes, ma'am.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>As Cathy scurries off the three look after, music hanging. DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. CAR - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Cathy drives down Hawthorne street looking out her window eagerly, music stirring softly. The red-and-green Christmas decorations on the lamp-posts only seem to accentuate the greyness of the neighborhood. Then she spots it. A small storefront with Christmas trees out front reads DEAGAN GARDEN SHOP. She smiles to herself as she continues on, picking up speed. DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. HARTFORD STREET - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>A wind whistles through downtown Hartford as Cathy hurries out of the local Stop-&-Shop carrying groceries. She smiles at a WOMAN passing on the street, and hurries on to her car. The woman stops and turns, looking back at Cathy as she goes. Two ladies are passing down the street - the same two ladies who stood snickering with Mona and her uncle at the art show. One of them spots Cathy and whispers something to the other. Cathy notices, stopping a moment before shutting the trunk of her car, then rushes on. DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. DANCE SCHOOL - LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Cathy dashes in the front door of the building where a sign is posted. It reads: BALLET RECITAL TODAY</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. DANCE SCHOOL - LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Inside the dimly-lit recital room mothers sit in rows of folding chairs watching as a class of 10 and 11-year-old girls perform a routine. Cathy steps into the main room, hushed in attention, and stops to watch. Janice comes running over.</scene_description>
    <character>JANICE</character>
    <dialogue>Mother!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A ballet instructor turns and shh's them.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(whispering)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Hello, dear.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Janice embraces her and then turns to face the recital, curling around her mother and keeping hold of her hand.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Did the recital just begin?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Janice nods.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>So where are the other little girls from your class?</dialogue>
    <character>JANICE</character>
    <dialogue>Over there.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A queer fog of music forms as Cathy looks over to the other side of the room. All the other girls Janice's age are standing with their mothers at the opposite end of the room. The mothers all seem to be looking over at Cathy (or pretending not to) while clutching their daughter's hands or pulling them close. And all the little girls are quiet, staring sleepily at their estranged classmate and her silently tainted-mother. Music spills over DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. WHITAKER HOUSE - LATER AFTERNOON</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>We MOVE IN from a slow distance, angled toward the garage, as Cathy follows Janice up the porch steps into the house. DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. WHITAKER LIVING ROOM - LATE AFTERNOON</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>The front door opens and Cathy and Janice enter the house, dank with late afternoon.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Sybil, we're home!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>There's no answer. Suddenly Janice goes running into the house and straight up the stairs. The phone starts to ring.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Janice? Janice?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy watches her go. The phone continues ringing and Cathy sighs, putting down her purse and scarf and starting into the kitchen.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Sybil?</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. KITCHEN - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Cathy enters the kitchen, lit only by the late-day sun. There is no sign of Sybil as she goes to answer the phone.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Hello?</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <parenthetical>(through receiver)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Cathy!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>El?</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. FINE'S BEDROOM - LATE AFTERNOON</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Eleanor crouches on the phone, pane shadows lining her face.</scene_description>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>Oh Cathy, thank heavens you're home. I've been trying you all day.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. WHITAKER KITCHEN - LATE AFTERNOON</stage_direction>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>El, what is it?</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <parenthetical>(through receiver)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>So you haven't heard. You haven't heard a thing?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>No - About what? Eleanor, what happened?</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. FINE BEDROOM - LATE AFTERNOON</stage_direction>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>Oh Cathy, there's been talk. Vicious talk.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(through receiver)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>What do you mean? About what?</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>About you!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(through receiver)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Oh, for heaven's sake - What now?</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>Oh, honey, I wish you never even had to know.</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>It's Mona, Cathy, she's - Well, she's just been on some kind of rampage, swearing up and down she saw you and a colored man, somewhere out on Franklin, coming out of a truck or some such thing -</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. WHITAKER'S KITCHEN - LATE AFTERNOON</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Cathy closes her eyes.</scene_description>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <parenthetical>(cont'd through receiver)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>The same colored man, she claims, you were talking to at the art show!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>But that's - that's preposterous! I mean yes I've spoken to Mr. Deagan on occasion. But this makes it sound like -</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <parenthetical>(through receiver)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Cathy, believe me, I've been at my wits end. You have no idea what it's been like around here - the phone's been ringing off the hook since eight this morning!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>But Eleanor - the entire thing - is so absurd!</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <parenthetical>(through receiver)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Darling, I know.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>But what in the world can I do?</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <parenthetical>(through receiver)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Well. I suppose you could start by getting yourself another gardener.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy suddenly turns. Frank is standing in the shadows off the kitchen, looking down.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Frank! What on earth - I didn't even hear you -</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(to Eleanor)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Eleanor, Frank just walked in. Can I call you back?</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <parenthetical>(through receiver)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Of course. You go ahead.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>I'll call you later.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy hangs up the phone.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Frank, what are you doing home? Is everything alright - ?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He starts toward her, out of the dark, a drink in his hand.</scene_description>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Just tell me one goddamn thing.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>What?</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Is it true? What they're saying?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh, Frank, I can't believe you even</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Because if it is, even the slightest bit, so help me God, Cathleen -</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Frank I'm sorry you ever even had to hear of such nonsense!</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Yea', well, Dick Dawson didn't seem to think it was such nonsense when he snuck away from his desk today to phone me -</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Good heavens -</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>He says the whole friggin' town's been talking!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Frank, Sybil will hear you.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>I sent her out. - Christ, Cathleen! Do you even have the slightest idea what this means? Do you realize the kind of effect this could have on me and the reputation I've spent the past eight years of my life trying to build? For you and the children and the company?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Frank, I swear to you, whatever Mona Lauder saw or thought she saw was entirely a figment of that woman's hateful imagination! Yes, I'd spoken with Raymond Deagan on certain occasions - he brought his little girl to Eleanor's art show! But evidently, even here in Hartford, the idea of a white woman even speaking to a colored man is more than any -</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Please! Spare me the Negro rights!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Frank, you know what that woman is capable of. Besides I - I've already given him notice. We won't be seeing the man again.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Fine.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Silence.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Is that why you're home? Because of what Dick said?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Frank just looks down at his drink, jiggling the glass.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Frank?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He looks up at her with a little smirk, downs the rest of his drink, and walks out of the kitchen toward the bar.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>What, Frank.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(she follows)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Did something happen at work?</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Frank is at the bar refilling his drink when Cathy approaches. She stops and looks at him.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Frank?</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>I guess you could call it sort of an early Christmas bonus.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>What do mean?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Frank takes his drink over to the couches and flops into it.</scene_description>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>A month of rest and relaxation'! Can you imagine? During the busiest season of the year?! I mean what a goddamn honor!! But I guess when you consider the bang-up job I've been doing, ever since good ole Dr. Bowman entered the scene! And for being, as Millstein put it - what? - 'years overdo'! -</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>But Frank you do deserve a vacation, after all you've given them.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Well, Palm Springs is supposed to be nice, says the word from on high.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Frank, I know it might not seem it now, but with everything that's happened, a trip somewhere, away from it all...</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Frank, it might just be the best thing in the world. For both of us.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He just looks down.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh, Frank. What a wretched day it must have been for you, darling -</dialogue>
    <scene_description>All at once the front door bursts open and David rushes in. Cathy stands up.</scene_description>
    <character>DAVID</character>
    <dialogue>Say! What do you know, pop's home! What're you doing home, pop?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy approaches David, gathering up her purse and scarf and starting up the stairs.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Your father has work to do, David. It's best you help yourself to a glass of milk and get started straightaway on your studies.</dialogue>
    <character>DAVID</character>
    <dialogue>Yes, mother. Say, pop -</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Mind your mother, David.</dialogue>
    <character>DAVID</character>
    <dialogue>Yes, sir.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. BEDROOM - LATE DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Cathy closes the bedroom door behind her and stops. A low tremor of music rises as the late day sun filters through curtains a peach and purple fume. Cathy walks slowly toward the window and stops, looking out. Dusk has cast an early freeze over the Whitaker yard. DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. DEAGAN GARDEN SHOP - EARLY EVENING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Raymond stands outside his shop in the opaline dusk, showing a Christmas tree to a middle-aged man. JAKE, a teenage employee, steps out from inside.</scene_description>
    <character>JAKE</character>
    <dialogue>Say, Mr. Deagan!</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Yes, Jake?</dialogue>
    <character>JAKE</character>
    <dialogue>There's a lady on the phone for you.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>I'll be right there.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(to the customer)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Would you excuse me a moment? I'm terribly sorry.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. GARDEN SHOP - EARLY EVENING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Raymond picks up a wall-phone near the front door, as Christmas colors bleed through the Garden Shop windows behind him.</scene_description>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Yes? This is Raymond Deagan.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>It's Cathy, and Raymond can't conceal his pleasure.</scene_description>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Oh, hello... That's right. Is everything - ?</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(he listens)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Yea. I think I could... Alright... I'll see you tomorrow then.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He hangs up the phone but remains a moment, music bridging. DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. KELLER'S DRUG-STORE - DOWNTOWN HARTFORD - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Through the large, Christmas-trimmed windows of Keller's Drug- store we see Cathy, wearing sunglasses and scarf, crossing the street. Raymond waits at the corner of the old-fashioned, seasonally adorned establishment, moderately busy for the middle of the day. The door opens and Cathy walks directly over, stopping beside him.</scene_description>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Hello.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Hello.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(silence)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Thank you for meeting me. I realize you have a busy schedule.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Worked out fine. I was glad you called.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He turns to her with a smile, but Cathy darts a glance to the counter where Two women are glaring and whispering.</scene_description>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>You sure everything's alright?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy exhales, closing her eyes. She shakes her head.</scene_description>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>What is it?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The SODA JERK has been watching them from the other end of the counter.</scene_description>
    <character>SODA JERK</character>
    <dialogue>Uh - Is there something I can do for you folks?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(quietly)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Can we leave here?</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Of course.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Raymond quickly escorts Cathy, head ducked into her collar, out to the street.</scene_description>
    <character>SODA JERK</character>
    <dialogue>Maybe that isn't such a bad idea!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Several customers turn and glare as they go.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. KELLER'S DRUG STORE - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Raymond and Cathy are turning down the first corner.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. MOVIE THEATER - LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>The 20's-style movie theater stands across the street, streaked in winter light. The marquee reads HILDA CRANE and THE BOLD AND THE BRAVE. Cathy and Raymond cross over to the theater and stop under its awning. Cathy looks down.</scene_description>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>What is it? What happened?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>I wanted to see you in person Raymond. I just - I can't -</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(she stops)</parenthetical>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Can't what?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>It just isn't plausible, Raymond, for me to be friends with you.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Raymond tenses.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>You've been so very kind. To me. And I've been perfectly reckless and foolish in return... thinking -</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>What? That one person could reach out to another? Take an interest in another? And that maybe, for one fleeting instant, could manage to see beyond the surface - beyond the color of things?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy sighs and thinks a moment.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Do you think we ever really do? See beyond those things? The surface of things?</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>'Just beyond the fall from grace/Behold that ever shining place.' Yes, I do. I don't really have a choice.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(softly)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I wish I could.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She takes his hand, a bit formally.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Good luck to you, Raymond.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She starts to turn away to leave when Raymond grabs her arm.</scene_description>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Mrs. Whitaker!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A passing couple with a stroller turn and stop. Schoolgirls waiting to buy tickets do the same.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(still softly)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Raymond - please don't -</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A TALL MAN in shirt-sleeves and suspenders shouts from across the street.</scene_description>
    <character>TALL MAN</character>
    <dialogue>You! Boy! Hands off!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Raymond turns.</scene_description>
    <character>TALL MAN</character>
    <dialogue>Yea, you!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy puts her hand over Raymond's and gently removes it. She takes a step back. Raymond stands helplessly, everyone watching.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh Raymond -</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He looks at her with such sadness.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(as much to herself)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You're so beautiful.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She mouths 'bye' and turns, starting off briskly down the street. Spectators break into murmurs. The tall man across the street slowly turns and continues on his way. Raymond looks back in Cathy's direction as she disappears around the corner. Music booms, sweeping us inexorably forward. DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. JUNIOR LEAGUE FOOTBALL FIELD - AFTERNOON</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>It's a brisk winter day and light flurries are just starting to sprinkle up the sky. David's junior-football team has broken and he and the others are walking back from the field. Along the sidewalk a row of black school-kids in uniform are making their way down the street. One of the children is Sarah Deagan, Raymond's daughter, who is walking with another little girl her age.</scene_description>
    <character>SARAH'S FRIEND</character>
    <dialogue>Which' is how come I almost fell asleep during Math-class, on account of my brother playin' his records all night long - until my mama came and made him switch it off. And I don't even like that type of music!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Sarah's attention has turned to a powder blue Chevrolet slowing down near the football field. It's Cathy's car, who Sarah recognizes as it comes to a stop. She watches as David, walking back with his friend Hutch, calls out to his mother in the car.</scene_description>
    <character>DAVID</character>
    <dialogue>Mother! Can I sleep over at Hutch's tonight? Please!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Not tonight, David. Your father's home and we're having a family dinner.</dialogue>
    <character>SARAH'S FRIEND</character>
    <dialogue>Who's that?</dialogue>
    <character>SARAH</character>
    <dialogue>Oh, just some friends of my daddy. You don't have to wait, I'll catch up.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Sarah's friend continues on as Sarah remains for a moment watching.</scene_description>
    <character>DAVID</character>
    <dialogue>You never let me stay over!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Next time, David, I promise. Now please get in the car, I'm late as it is.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>David climbs into the back-seat - Janice is seated in front - and the car begins to pull out. Sarah smiles as it approaches. But as she lifts her hand to wave hello only Janice seems to notice her - whisking past the window as they go. Sarah watches as the car speeds off down the road. She looks back in the direction of her group, but now her classmates are a good block away. And the snow has begun picking up. So she plunges her hands in her pockets and starts up after them. Up ahead where the block narrows, Hutch and two of his friends stand leaning against the fence, sharing a cigarette. Sarah notices them ahead. Hutch is the first one to spot her, and he stares hard as she approaches. A chill of music is felt as Hutch leans over and starts whispering to the others. As they look back at her and laugh the music picks up a jazzy beat. Sarah approaches, tucking her head down sullenly.</scene_description>
    <character>HUTCH</character>
    <dialogue>Hey fellas, look who's comin'! It's daddy's girl! Hey there daddy's girl! Where do think you're going?</dialogue>
    <character>SARAH</character>
    <parenthetical>(a mumble)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Home.</dialogue>
    <character>HUTCH</character>
    <dialogue>Home to see your daddy?... Yea, and his white girl?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Suddenly Sarah tears off, running down the street, music turning fast and brassy. The boys exchange brief smiles before grabbing rocks from the ground and taking off after her.</scene_description>
    <character>HUTCH</character>
    <dialogue>Hey! Where ya goin'? We just want to play!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Sarah looks back as she runs and sees them following. She starts to panic but continues running, dropping her schoolbooks along the way. She comes to a busy intersection and turns off into an alley.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. ALLEY -AFTERNOON</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Sarah tears around a trash dumpster only to discover that the alley doesn't go through. She turns around just as Hutch and the others arrive, sealing her off, music simmering. The snow falls steadily now.</scene_description>
    <character>HUTCH</character>
    <dialogue>Uh-oh! Wrong turn, daddy's girl!</dialogue>
    <character>2ND BOY</character>
    <dialogue>Hey daddy's girl! Over here!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>With their stone-wielding arms in the air, the boys begin slowly tightening around her, music building. Sarah begins backstepping toward the wall.</scene_description>
    <character>HUTCH</character>
    <dialogue>Yep! She made a wrong turn alright!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He doubles back with his rock, pitcher style, as the music explodes into wild rhythm, and the other two follow.</scene_description>
    <character>HUTCH</character>
    <dialogue>Just like her daddy!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>All at once their rocks go hurling at Sarah, with Hutch's coming last and hard and hitting her in the head. It knocks her back and she falls to the ground. For a split-second the boys are frozen. Then all at once they take off down the street, music reaching a brassy, frantic peak. RAPID FADE TO BLACK. FADE UP TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. WHITAKER LIVING ROOM - CHRISTMAS DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Music shimmers suddenly as the top of an unwrapped present is lifted, revealing amid a blossom of tissue a satiny pair of new ballet slippers. We ascend.</scene_description>
    <character>JANICE</character>
    <dialogue>Oh, it is them, it is! Oh thank you, mother! Thank you, father!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Kaleidoscopic light multicolors the rosy, Christmas-strewn living room as Janice scurries over to Frank on the couch and Cathy returns with an egg nog. David sits on the rug, pooling over his new electric train-set. Outside, the backyard glistens with snow.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Merry Christmas, darling!</dialogue>
    <character>JANICE</character>
    <dialogue>Now I'll be as good as all the other girls in class.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(handing him his drink)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>There you are, darling. Just the way you like it.</dialogue>
    <character>DAVID</character>
    <parenthetical>(holding up one of the cars)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Pop! Look at the steam engine!</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Wonderful!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Well, look at that.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(walking over to the fireplace)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I knew I was forgetting something!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy returns with Frank's Christmas stocking.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>There you are, darling! A little something for Mr. and Mrs. Clause!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Frank overturns the stocking and a handful of travel brochures slip out onto the table.</scene_description>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>What've we got here? Acapulco, Miami, Palm Springs, Bermuda.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy sits down beside him on the arm of the couch.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Take your pick, darling. It's your choice.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>This mean you're paying?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Well Rio, I know, is a bit extravagant, but the rest are really all quite affordable. As far as warm weather goes. This time of year.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>I don't know. Stan's always raving about Miami.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh, Frank I think Miami would be a dream! El says it's just darling. Everything's pink.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Oh yea?</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(tiny pause)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Then maybe we oughta consider Bermuda.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy looks at him. Frank cracks a little smile. Music sweeps up as Cathy embraces him.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh, Frank! I do love you, darling. I do.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. MIAMI RESORT - NEW YEAR'S EVE NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Music can be heard spilling out from the glittering supper- club, jutting off the side of the modern, palm-lined resort.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT./INT. TERRACE - RESORT SUPPER-CLUB NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Cathy and Frank dance together on the terrace of the sparkling venue, all decked out for New Year's, under the stars. A small band is playing and several other couples are dancing. And though it's not without tension it's clear they are each trying to make the vacation as pleasant as can be.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>I must say you look extremely fetching all gussied up in your white tux and tie.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Well it's a good thing, since I can hardly breath in it.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh it's not that bad.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(silence)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You like my dress?</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Yes. Very much. Didn't I say?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>You did not.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Well it's a ravishing dress. And a ravishing girl to go with it.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>That's more like it.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The song ends and everyone claps for the band. Frank kisses Cathy tenderly on the lips, under the stars, and she smiles into his eyes. Frank puts his arm around her gently and escorts her back to their table. As they near their table they are intercepted by a large family being seated. The handsome middle-aged parents sit down first, followed by five blond, handsome children, ranging from late teens to late 20's in age. The BLOND FATHER addresses Frank and Cathy:</scene_description>
    <character>BLOND FATHER</character>
    <dialogue>Excuse us.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>No problem at all.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>One of the middle sons, the prettiest, watches Frank closely as he passes. Cathy doesn't notice. But Frank does.</scene_description>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>You have a lovely family.</dialogue>
    <character>BLOND FATHER</character>
    <dialogue>Thank you. Happy New Year.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Happy New Year to you.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Frank nods to the table, catching another glimpse of the pretty blond boy's stare. And he and Cathy take their seats.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Frank, do you remember that summer? At your uncle's in Vermont? Janice wasn't even born yet. When David broke his finger on the water pump?</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <parenthetical>(remembering)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Oh yea.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Whatever happened to that house?</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Think Margaret eventually put it on the market.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>That was a wonderful old place. All those wonderful barbeques.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>It was a good summer -</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(distracted by the noise)</parenthetical>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>It must be almost time.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy lifts her glass and Frank refills it, then refills his own. He glances over toward the ruckus from other tables. The blond table is awash in champagne and the pretty son now fully absorbed in the festivities. From the bandstand, the M.C. leads the room in a rousing countdown.</scene_description>
    <character>EVERYONE</character>
    <dialogue>... Five - four - three - two - one - HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy and Frank toast their champagne and kiss through the rain of pale blue confetti and all the shimmering cheer surrounding them.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Happy New Year, darling!</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Happy New Year, dear!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Music swirls. DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. POOLSIDE - MIAMI HOTEL - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>We are surveying a pleasing aqua-blue scene of pleasure-goers by the pool. A girl with a pink bathing cap swan-dives into the sparkling water, which is littered with swimmers and children frolicking by the steps. Frank is just finishing some laps and stops at the shallow end to catch his breath. He sits down on a step, still half- submerged, and smiles at the mothers of the splashing toddlers. He notices something at the other end of the pool. A few members of the blond family are just coming out, dressed in swimwear and robes. They grab a few lounges and chairs and start to settle. The pretty son doesn't seem to be among them. Frank stands, stretches. He steps out of the water and reaches for his towel just as a small black boy, age 4 or 5, goes skipping past him into the first step of the pool. His father, a HOTEL WAITER, is running over from the hut- style snack-bar.</scene_description>
    <character>HOTEL WAITER</character>
    <parenthetical>(calling out)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Martin! Martin, get outa there! You know you're not allowed in there!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy, who sits among a row of lounges under an umbrella, looks up from her magazine. A woman with a baby is already stepping efficiently out of the pool while others stand, dumbstruck. Everyone else in the water, save one man doing laps, just stares at the tiny intruder. Instantly the waiter arrives and yanks his son out of the water.</scene_description>
    <character>HOTEL WAITER</character>
    <parenthetical>(forcefully)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Now what did I tell you about going in that pool?! You know you're not allowed in there!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He carries his crying boy off. Frank turns toward Cathy and shrugs. He starts back, drying himself off on the way.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Hello, there.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Well hello.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Frank plops himself down on the lounge, flat on his back, and exhales.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Mmmm. Good swim, darling?</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <parenthetical>(eyes closed, nodding)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Mmm.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Feel good?</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Mmm.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Isn't the sun just marvelous?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>But her expression changes when she glances back toward the pool. Kids who were playing now stare across the pool to the shallow end blankly. The last few bathers near the steps are just stepping out of the water, leaving the entire area cleared. A MOTHER in an unbecoming swimsuit calls out to her DAUGHTER.</scene_description>
    <character>MOTHER</character>
    <dialogue>Donna?</dialogue>
    <character>DAUGHTER</character>
    <dialogue>What?</dialogue>
    <character>MOTHER</character>
    <dialogue>Time to get out.</dialogue>
    <character>DAUGHTER</character>
    <dialogue>But why?</dialogue>
    <character>MOTHER</character>
    <parenthetical>(sharply)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Because I said so.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The daughter starts swimming reluctantly to the edge, just as the man doing laps makes his final pass. We see the girl in the pink swimming cap climbing up the small ladder in the deep end. Within moments the pool is completely empty. Frank and Cathy observe in silence. Before turning back, Frank takes a final glance at the blond family gathering. The pretty son has just arrived, wearing a white terry-cloth robe and a beach bag over his shoulder. He doesn't notice Frank. We hear Cathy slap shut her magazine.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Well that does it.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Frank turns.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>I think I've heard quite enough about fashion and advice for one afternoon! I do believe it's time for my Miss Mitchell.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy opens up her canvas bag but doesn't see her book.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh, heavens.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>What?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>I must have left it in the room. So silly.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>You want me to go?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>No, darling. You just sat down.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>I don't mind.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(he sits up)</parenthetical>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>What? No, Frank. I'll go.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Frank stands up and flexes.</scene_description>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>It's fine. I want to get a paper anyway.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>You sure?</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Yea.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He grabs his shirt and room-key and starts off toward the room - in the opposite direction of the blond boy by the pool.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Thank you, darling. I'm sure it's just there on the night-stand.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. FRANK'S ROOM - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Frank has left the door ajar as he gathers his wallet and Cathy's book. He stops for a second in front of the mirror and regards himself in his wear. Not bad, for a man his age. Then suddenly he senses something. A hum of music hangs in the air as he turns his head to the gap in the door. There, standing and staring at Frank, is the blond boy. He holds his robe in one hand, revealing a lithe, white body squeezed into pale orange swim-trunks. Frank stares back, captive. The boy's fingers are quietly grazing his crotch. Slowly, like a sleepwalker, Frank begins to approach, music deepening. FADE TO BLACK.: WE HEAR</scene_description>
    <character>JANICE</character>
    <dialogue>They're here! I see their car! They're here!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>FADE UP ON:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. WHITAKER LIVING ROOM - EVENING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Music lightens as David, Janice and Sybil all hurry to the door which flies open on Cathy and Frank, armored with gifts and luggage.</scene_description>
    <character>JANICE</character>
    <dialogue>Mother! Father!</dialogue>
    <character>DAVID</character>
    <dialogue>Hi-ya pop! Hey mother!</dialogue>
    <character>SYBIL</character>
    <dialogue>Welcome home, Mr. And Mrs. Whitaker.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Well look at you all! What a lovely greeting!</dialogue>
    <character>JANICE</character>
    <dialogue>So mother was it dreamy?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Listen to you! Dreamy!</dialogue>
    <character>SYBIL</character>
    <parenthetical>(taking Mr. Whitaker's suitcase)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Did you have a nice time Mr. Whitaker?</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Yes, Sybil. It was very relaxing.</dialogue>
    <character>DAVID</character>
    <dialogue>Say, pop!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>David, help Sybil with the luggage.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Frank sits down on the living room sofa as Sybil starts up the stairs with a suitcase.</scene_description>
    <character>DAVID</character>
    <dialogue>Pop, you'll never guess what happened at school this week? Try and guess!</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>I give up.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>David!</dialogue>
    <character>JANICE�</character>
    <parenthetical>(lugging a suitcase up the stairs)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I'm helping, mother!</dialogue>
    <character>DAVID</character>
    <dialogue>Billy Hutchison and these two other boys all got expelled from school!</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>You mean suspended.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Sybil is starting back down the stairs.</scene_description>
    <character>DAVID</character>
    <dialogue>No! Expelled! I swear! For throwing a rock at a girl's head.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>That's terrible. A little girl from school?</dialogue>
    <character>DAVID</character>
    <dialogue>No. She was a Negro.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>What? Who told you such a thing?</dialogue>
    <character>DAVID</character>
    <dialogue>Tommy Hawkings. He saw. So he had to tell the principal.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy glances up at Sybil who continues slowly down the stairs.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Sybil? Is this true?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Sybil glances over to Frank and back to Cathy.</scene_description>
    <character>SYBIL</character>
    <dialogue>Yes, ma'am. I'm afraid it is.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy looks over at Frank incredulously.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>What in heaven's name has gotten into this town?</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>It's just a couple of foolish kids.</dialogue>
    <character>DAVID</character>
    <dialogue>Hutch said they were just trying to teach her a lesson.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Sybil continues on into the kitchen.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Well I think it's dreadful. And you're certainly not to see that Hutch boy again. You understand me?</dialogue>
    <character>DAVID</character>
    <dialogue>Yes, ma'am.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>While you're there David, how about flipping on the set for your old man.</dialogue>
    <character>DAVID</character>
    <dialogue>Sure, pop.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy sighs, picking up the mail from the hall table, and starts upstairs.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Cathy enters the dark room, flips on the light and puts down her things. She walks over to the small desk by the window and puts down the mail. There, among the bills, she notices the NAACP brochure. She picks it up. Close on brochure, music taking. DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. WHITAKER DINING ROOM - LATE DAY - TWO WEEKS LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Cathy's finger is scanning the telephone book for a listing and comes to rest on a number for the NAACP Information Line. Then she lifts the receiver off the phone and starts dialing. She is sitting at the dining room table, half-toned by a bath of wintery light, while Janice sits at the coffee table doing her homework.</scene_description>
    <character>JANICE</character>
    <dialogue>Mother, how do you spell 'skirt'?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>One minute, dear. Mother's making a call.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(she finishes dialing and waits)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Yes - hello. I was wondering if you could help me possibly. I just recently received your brochure - which I found extremely informative - and was curious to learn a little more about what was entailed precisely - in your volunteer program - in terms of particular skills and so on. You see I - what?... Yes, I can hold.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy hears the front door opening and turns. Frank is walking in the door wearing a snow-dusted coat and hat, looking beat.</scene_description>
    <character>JANICE</character>
    <dialogue>Father's home!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(complete surprise)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Frank? What happened to the match?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Tiny smile.</scene_description>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Oh, my shoulder's been acting up. I couldn't sit there any longer.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>You didn't say anything.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He starts taking off his coat and mittens by the coat-rack.</scene_description>
    <character>JANICE</character>
    <dialogue>Father, I did the splits today. Wanna see?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(hanging up the phone)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Janice, your father just walked in the door. And you have schoolwork to finish.</dialogue>
    <character>JANICE</character>
    <dialogue>Yes, mother.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>You know, Frank. You never had that physical. I certainly think you're due for one, dear. Can I call Dr. Ellis? It's been three years, Frank.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Frank doesn't answer as he walks over to the couch and sits down with the TV guide.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>You know my brothers had physicals, every year on their birthday, all during school. Father insisted.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He doesn't respond.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Did I tell you the pediatrician thinks Janice is going to need braces?</dialogue>
    <character>JANICE</character>
    <dialogue>Father, do I have to!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Apparently our little girl has an over-bite.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>David rushes in from the backyard carrying a bucket and rags.</scene_description>
    <character>DAVID</character>
    <dialogue>Say, pop! You'll never guess what I'm doing?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>David, where is your coat?</dialogue>
    <character>DAVID</character>
    <dialogue>In the garage.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>And what's it doing there?</dialogue>
    <character>DAVID</character>
    <dialogue>I'm waxin' pop's car! It's gonna look swell, pop.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>David! How many times do I have to tell you children - you are not permitted outdoors in this kind of weather if you're not properly dressed. It's ten below zero outside, they're expecting flurries! Do you understand me? David?</dialogue>
    <character>DAVID</character>
    <dialogue>Yes ma'am.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Because I give up. If you children want to go and catch your death of cold then so be it. I mean you try talking sense to them, Frank, because nothing I say ever seems to-</dialogue>
    <scene_description>All of the sudden Frank bursts into tears.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Frank!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Janice and David are stunned, staring at their father.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Frank! What's the matter - !</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She gets up from her chair and starts over to him, a dark mist of music forming.</scene_description>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Oh - God!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Janice begins to cry.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(urgently)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Janice. David. Go upstairs to your rooms.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Janice stands, sobbing. David remains, transfixed.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Now!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Janice runs up the stairs and David follows in a trance. Cathy stands frozen near the foot of the stairs.</scene_description>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <parenthetical>(crying)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Oh - Cathy...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She approaches him but slowly, with a strange foreboding.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>What, Frank. What is it?</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Something happened...</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>What?</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(nothing)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>What.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Frank cries almost like a baby.</scene_description>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>I've fallen in love with someone.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy stares.</scene_description>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Who wants to be with me.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>For a moment, just having said it sobers him some, and he looks back at her. Then he crumbles again.</scene_description>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Oh Cathy, I think I might have to go!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Music deepens as Cathy numbs, staring flatly, unable to move.</scene_description>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>I just - I never knew... what it was like - I know how cruel that's sounds. But I'm not... - Oh God, Cathy. I tried! I tried so hard to make it go away... I thought I could do it... for you and the children... But I can't! I can't!...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He buries his head in his hands. After several seconds she responds.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(lifeless)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I assume then... you'll be wanting a divorce?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Frank looks up at her, puffy-eyed. But suddenly the tears seem to have stopped. Cathy looks back at him like a stone.</scene_description>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <parenthetical>(softly)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Cathy I'm so sorry.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>But all at once she turns, and picking up a glass from the table walks straight-headed up the stairs.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. BEDROOM - EARLY EVENING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Cathy enters, closes the door and stands frozen, in the dark for several seconds.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. LIVING ROOM - EARLY EVENING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>We look down at Frank who stands alone in the empty living room. He turns and walks over to the bar and limply pours himself a drink. He stands frozen a moment, drink in hand, as music gathers, softly. Then he throws it back, walks over to his coat and hat and opens the front door of the house. He turns back around for one last look - and closes the door behind him.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. BEDROOM - EARLY EVENING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Cathy stands outside her door looking out the landing window. She hears the sound of Frank's car starting off. Filtered through a new snowfall, the red of his brakes tint the dusky sky and rouge her silent profile. Music deepens. Cathy walks to the window and stares hard at the telephone. She lifts the receiver to her ear. She dials.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(quivery)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Eleanor? Eleanor it's me, Cathy.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Music opens as we DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. FINE HOUSE - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>A soggy snowfall continues as we glide through shiny branches outside the Fine's house toward the rosy glow of an upstairs window. There we see Cathy in the glow of Eleanor's bedroom, telling her friend the whole story. DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. FINE'S BEDROOM - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Eleanor reaches for Cathy's hands, music settling.</scene_description>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>Oh, Cathy.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>So you see, El. You see why I couldn't tell you anything. Anything at all.</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>Oh you dear, sweet kid. In a million years I couldn't have imagined. Not Frank! I suppose divorce really is the only option - if only to keep it as far from the children as possible.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>I think that's what's been the hardest of all. The endless secrecy. Our entire lives just - shut in the dark.</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>Are there savings?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Nothing much to speak of. And certainly not with Frank's job on the line.</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>Well honey, you know, if there's anything you need, anything at all -</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh, El...</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>I mean it. We're here. Alright?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Thank you, El. For always having been.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy reflects a moment and stands, walking toward the window.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>You know it's funny.</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>What's that.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>This whole time, the only person I've been able to talk to. About any of this.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(turning back to her)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Was Raymond Deagan.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Eleanor looks at Cathy in disbelief.</scene_description>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>What?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>It's true. Well, not in the way Mona intended - Nothing like that! We would just talk! But... Somehow it made me feel - oh, I don't know. Alive somewhere.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She glances out the window at the rain-dampened snow.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh Eleanor, I know it sounds ridiculous and mad...</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>But I do, I think of him. What he's doing, what he's thinking. I do -</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy turns back to her friend with the wistful smile of a girl. Eleanor glances off.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>El?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Eleanor gets up and starts tending to the tray of empty cups.</scene_description>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>What can I say? You're so full of surprises. I'm speechless.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy looks at her.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>What do you mean?</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <parenthetical>(little laugh)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Though I'm sure I must have looked entirely the fool, crusading away against Mona Lauder and all her so- called inventions-!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Eleanor! - How can you say such a thing?</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>I didn't say a word! Who am I to tell anyone how to lead their lives?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>But El! Nothing happened between us! I told you that!</dialogue>
    <character>ELEANOR</character>
    <dialogue>Cathy it's none of my business. But you certainly make it sound as if something had.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A soft bed of music rises as Cathy looks back at her, disarmed. DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. WHITAKER LIVING ROOM - EVENING</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Music continues as Cathy returns home, hanging up her coat and stepping into the dark, silent house. She walks toward the french doors, etched in silver, and stops. There, filtering moonlight through its gilded maze, the branch of Silver-tip spruce still sits in a vase by the window.</scene_description>
    <character>SYBIL</character>
    <parenthetical>(off)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Mrs. Whitaker?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy turns toward the kitchen. Sybil stands in the shadows near the kitchen door.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Sybil.</dialogue>
    <character>SYBIL</character>
    <dialogue>I'm sorry to disturb you ma'am, I just...</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Yes, Sybil?</dialogue>
    <character>SYBIL</character>
    <dialogue>It's something I've been wanting to tell you, ma'am, for some time - Something I believe you'd surely want to know - even if it isn't... exactly my place...</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Sybil, what is it?</dialogue>
    <character>SYBIL</character>
    <dialogue>It's about the little colored girl, ma'am. The one that got hit?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Yes. What about her?</dialogue>
    <character>SYBIL</character>
    <dialogue>I'm sorry, ma'am, but it was Mr. Deagan's little girl, Sarah -</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>What! Oh God, Sybil, it wasn't!</dialogue>
    <character>SYBIL</character>
    <dialogue>The neighbors tell me she's doing just fine -</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh that dear, sweet little girl.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(to Sybil, suddenly incensed)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>How in God's name, Sybil, could you not have told me this? That was weeks ago - !</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She turns and marches to the entry hall, Sybil following.</scene_description>
    <character>SYBIL</character>
    <dialogue>Oh, Mrs. Whitaker, please don't be cross with me! I didn't want to - makes things any worse!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(throwing on her coat)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Sybil, Sybil do you have any idea where Mr. Deagan lives?</dialogue>
    <character>SYBIL</character>
    <dialogue>I believe he's been at his father's old place on 12th and Governor.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>12th and Governor. Thank you, Sybil.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy grabs her purse and opens the door, rain falling.</scene_description>
    <character>SYBIL</character>
    <dialogue>You're going there now?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Please just keep an eye on the children for me. I won't be long.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(she starts out)</parenthetical>
    <character>SYBIL</character>
    <dialogue>Mrs. Whitaker!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(turns back, hurriedly)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>What?</dialogue>
    <character>SYBIL</character>
    <dialogue>Would you like me to go with you, ma'am?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>No, Sybil. No. I'll be fine. Thank you.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Music billows as Sybil watches her go. DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. DEAGAN'S HOUSE - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Rain falls upon the inky, lamp-lit night as we loom down slowly upon a small, wood bungalow, the front windows of which appear to have been boarded up. Through the window downstairs we can just glimpse Raymond walking past.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. DEAGAN'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Raymond is bringing a freshly made cup of hot chocolate into the living room, stirring as he goes.</scene_description>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>And here we have it! Your daddy's super-duper world-renowned hot cocoa specially prepared for his super-duper number one girl!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He hands the cup to Sarah who is stretched out on the couch with pillow and blanket watching TV. A small, square bandage on her forehead still marks her injury.</scene_description>
    <character>SARAH</character>
    <dialogue>Thank you, daddy.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>How you feeling, baby?</dialogue>
    <character>SARAH</character>
    <dialogue>Fine, daddy.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>What's that you're watching, anyway?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>There's a knock at the door. Raymond stops.</scene_description>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Who on earth...?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He walks to the front.</scene_description>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Yes?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The door opens on Cathy, turning suddenly to face him.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Raymond! Oh Raymond I just heard. Just this instant. I heard and I got in my car.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(she stops)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>How are you? How's Sarah?</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>We're fine. Thank you.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A car passes and Raymond looks out nervously.</scene_description>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <parenthetical>(semi-whisper, gesturing)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Meet me around the side.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy nods and starts back down the steps as Raymond steps back inside the house.</scene_description>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <parenthetical>(grabbing his coat)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Sarah, everything's alright, honey. I'll just be outside for a minute.</dialogue>
    <character>SARAH</character>
    <dialogue>Okay daddy.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. DEAGAN HOUSE - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Cathy stands facing away, softly illuminated by an outdoor lamp, along the side of Raymond's bungalow. She hears footsteps and turns. Raymond stands near the corner of the house, looking at her.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh Raymond.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(taking a few steps closer)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>What you must have been through.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Raymond looks down and shuffles forward some as well.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>What's being done, to the boys who-?</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Nothing. I won't make her go through it again. Not now. Not with rocks coming through the window every night.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Raymond, that's hateful.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>It's not white's throwing them - it's coloreds.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>No.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Oh, yea - Seems to be the one place where whites and coloreds are in full harmony. Anyway, we'll be out of here soon enough, once and for all.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>You're moving?</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Yea.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Where to?</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>I have a...</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(emptying some flooded trash-lids)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>... brother in Baltimore. Says he can find me work out there. So we're packing up the house. Two weeks Friday we'll be on the 4:30 train, heading South.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>But what about your business, your shop?</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>The business is through. No one's gonna hire me.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>So I'm selling the shop to a cousin of mine. No...</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(he looks off)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>It's pretty well finished for me here.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(a thought stops him)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I've never lived anywhere but Hartford.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(all vulnerability)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Perhaps... sometime in the future... after you're settled - I could... perhaps come for a visit. See Baltimore? You see I... Well it looks as if I'm to be single again.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Raymond looks at her. It makes him sad. He smiles softly.</scene_description>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Oh, Mrs. Whitaker.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(softly)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Please call me Cathy.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <parenthetical>(softly)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Cathy.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Silence.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>No one would know us there.</dialogue>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>I'm just not sure... it would be such a wise idea. After... well, everything that's -</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy looks at him, feeling the first chill of an impending loss.</scene_description>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>All that matters now - what's got to matter most - is what's right for Sarah. I've learned my lesson about mixing with other worlds. And I've seen the sparks fly...</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(tenderly)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>All kinds.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy turns away, hiding sudden tears. Raymond puts a hand on her shoulder, which she covers with hers.</scene_description>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Have a proud life. A splendid life. Will you do that?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She closes her eyes. He kisses her fingertips.</scene_description>
    <character>RAYMOND</character>
    <dialogue>Goodbye Cathy.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>His fingers slip from hers. She stands a moment, the black, liquid sky continuing its downpour, then starts walking, hurriedly, to her car. She doesn't look back. Raymond watches gravely, then turns and starts slowly back inside. To which a rising music as bottomless as the sea suddenly answers, spilling over and engulfing what follows. DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. WHITAKER BEDROOM - LATER THAT NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>The curtains are drawn and Cathy lays across the shadowy surface of her bed, sobbing. Everything she's kept inside seems to spill from her now, as we move in gently through aquanautic shadows. Music fades, leaving us alone with her sounds - when the phone starts ringing. Cathy stops, listening. Then sits up in bed and looks over at it, wiping her eyes. Then she slips off the edge of the bed and walks over to the writing table to answer it. Outside, the rain appears to have stopped.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Hello?</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <parenthetical>(through receiver)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Cathy? Did I wake you?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Frank?</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Frank sits on the phone against blue floss hotel wallpaper, his face in shadow.</scene_description>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>I'm sorry to call this late. I hope I didn't...</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>No. I was awake.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <parenthetical>(through receiver)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I didn't want to - upset the children.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>No. Of course.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <parenthetical>(through receiver)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>How are they, by the way?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Fine. Just fine. They still ask when you'll be coming home.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>I know. I know. I guess that's - partly why I was calling...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Frank sits hunched-over a little table in the dark. Behind him, spread out in bed with newspapers and a half-eaten box of chocolates, the pretty blond boy watches a large TV.</scene_description>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>I, uh - I got a call from Dick yesterday. Said everything was... set, papers drawn up.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Cathy just listens. Expressionless.</scene_description>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <parenthetical>(through receiver)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>He wanted to know... how Thursday was for you. Three o'clock sometime. I told him I thought you might have carpool Thursdays but I wasn't absolutely certain. So I said I would check.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(distantly)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You never could remember my carpool days. And they've always been the same, Wednesdays and Fridays, as long as I can remember.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <parenthetical>(through receiver)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Wednesdays and Fridays. Of course. Same old absent-minded -</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>What time... did you say on Thursday?</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <parenthetical>(through receiver)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>What?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>The appointment? What time?</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <parenthetical>(through receiver)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Oh - Three. Three o'clock.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(brief silence)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Alright.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <parenthetical>(through receiver)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Okay. Well... Great. That was it, really. I know it's late.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>It is.</dialogue>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <parenthetical>(through receiver)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>So I guess I'll see you on - Thursday, then.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>See you Thursday.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <character>FRANK</character>
    <dialogue>Goodbye, Cathy.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Music rises like a steam.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Goodbye, Frank.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She hangs up the phone and sits very still for several seconds. SLOW DISSOLVE:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. WHITAKER BEDROOM - DAY - TWO WEEKS LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Outside, through the bedroom window, we can see the new gardener - an Asian man - watering the plants. We slowly move inside to find Cathy sitting at her bedroom table finishing up the bills.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(writing)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Sixty-seven dollars and thirty-two cents.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(looking up a moment)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Now what is today...?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She glances over at her desk-calendar, turning the page to the proper day. It reads: SATURDAY, MARCH 1. She copies the date down in her checkbook, then stops a moment. She looks back at the calendar as if trying to remember something. Snapping back to business, she tears out the check, places it in an envelope and seals it. She gathers up her other mail and stands, glancing once around the room before grabbing her purse and sunglasses and starting out the door.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. WHITAKER FOYER - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>The soft sunlight shimmers through windows as Cathy comes down the stairs. Sybil is busy polishing the dining room table.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh, Sybil. You don't need to be doing that.</dialogue>
    <character>SYBIL</character>
    <dialogue>It's Friday.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>I know it is, but... There's just so much more to do now. I can hardly expect you to be polishing the table every week.</dialogue>
    <character>SYBIL</character>
    <dialogue>No reason not to keep things up Mrs. Whitaker. No reason at all.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>I know.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy stops in front of the mirror to fix her hair and put on her sunglasses.</scene_description>
    <character>SYBIL</character>
    <dialogue>Don't forget the grocery list.</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Oh! Thank you, Sybil -</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(she starts checking her pockets)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I don't know how in the world I'd ever manage - Here it is.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She takes out the shopping list but finds something else in the pocket. She pulls out a scarf - the lilac scarf - forgotten there since her afternoon with Raymond. Music whispers. She looks at it a moment, then up at the mirror where it's reflected in her hand. She puts it on over her hair and glasses and stops a moment, looking at herself.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>I shouldn't be long, Sybil.</dialogue>
    <character>SYBIL</character>
    <parenthetical>(still bent over, polishing)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Alright, Mrs. Whitaker.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy turns, music rising, and starts out the door. DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. LITTLE LEAGUE FOOTBALL FIELD - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Cathy drives up in front of the large green field, stuffed with boys in red, sauntering back to the bleachers. David is amongst them, walking arm-in-arm with another boy, when he spots his mother's car and waves.</scene_description>
    <character>DAVID</character>
    <dialogue>Say - Mother!</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Go and gather your things, David. Mother's in a hurry!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>David races his friends to the bench where he grabs his knapsack and goes running to the car. He hops in the front and we ascend as Cathy takes off down the street. DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. DANCE-SCHOOL - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Cathy is walking Janice, dressed for ballet, out the door of her dance-school.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>See you next week!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The door shuts behind them as Cathy hurries Janice into the car. She rushes around to the driver's side, hops inside the car, and is off again, zipping down the road. DISSOLVE TO:</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. TRAIN STATION - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>A soft, new sun warms the brick of the Hartford Train Station, standing proudly in the center of town. We see Cathy's car just pulling up and turning into the parking section.</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. CAR - DAY</stage_direction>
    <character>DAVID</character>
    <dialogue>Say! Why are we turning in here?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy is pulling into a parking space.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <dialogue>Mother just needs to dash inside for two shakes while you and your sister wait inside in the car.</dialogue>
    <character>DAVID</character>
    <dialogue>No fair!</dialogue>
    <character>JANICE</character>
    <dialogue>Where are you going?</dialogue>
    <character>CATHY</character>
    <parenthetical>(getting out of the car)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I'll be right back. Now stay put. Both of you. And lock the door.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy shuts the door of the car and looks up at the clock outside. It reads: 4:24. She hurries on inside. \[Music continues in some form through to the end of the film\]</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. PLATFORM - DAY</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>Cathy emerges out of the stairway onto the platform, a jumble of boarding and goodbyes. She looks back and forth anxiously, then starts walking down the platform toward the front of the train. She hurries along, looking every-which-way, past all the others. Then suddenly she stops. Raymond stands on the platform, gingerly helping Sarah up the steps of the train while a black attendant loads their luggage into an open compartment. Cathy starts over to them, but Raymond slips inside the train without seeing her. Cathy just stares at the door, watching others continue inside. Right in front of her A heavy-set Italian man is saying goodbye to his wife and two sons. The wife is crying. A CONDUCTOR is passing.</scene_description>
    <character>CONDUCTOR</character>
    <dialogue>All aboard! Southbound train to New York and Washington now departing. All aboard!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy looks back at the train door just as Raymond reappears, stepping out of the train and addressing the young attendant, who hands him his baggage slip. Cathy takes a few unconscious steps in his direction. Raymond tips the attendant and shakes his hand and starts back to the door of the train. He takes one step up and stops, turning around again.</scene_description>
    <character>CONDUCTOR</character>
    <dialogue>All aboard! All aboard!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He sees her. She smiles for being seen. Raymond smiles warmly back. And suddenly - cruelly - the train begins to move. Though for one luxurious moment it actually sweeps them together - with Raymond gliding toward Cathy and then crossing her - before setting off on its inexorable pull. Cathy lifts a tiny hand goodbye. Raymond lifts his in return. She smiles, tears starting, as Raymond continues shrinking from view before vanishing entirely with the snaking engine. Suddenly everything is still. Cathy stands for several seconds, alone in the sudden stillness. Then all at once she turns and begins walking away, down the platform. Music resumes with sad resolution.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY (V.O.)</character>
    <dialogue>That was the day I stopped believing in the wild ardor of things. Perhaps in love, as well. That kind of love.</dialogue>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>EXT. TRAIN-STATION - MOMENTS LATER</stage_direction>
    <scene_description>From a great height we see Cathy walking decisively out of the station on her way back to her car, late afternoon sun burning orange upon the town.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY (V.O.)</character>
    <dialogue>The love in books and films. The love that tells us to abandon our lives and plans, all for one brief touch of Venus.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Cathy climbs into her car, shuts the door and begins driving out of the lot.</scene_description>
    <character>CATHY (V.O.)</character>
    <dialogue>So often we fail in that kind of love. The world just seems too fragile a place for it. Or perhaps it's only we who are too fragile.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Finally Cathy is turning onto the main road, amid all the other cars heading home. Her powder-blue Chevrolet is engulfed. All around, trees are starting to bloom. Spring has arrived. END</scene_description>
  </scene>
</script>

Summary: In 1957 suburban Connecticut, Cathy Whitaker seems to be the perfect wife, mother, and homemaker. Her husband, Frank, is an executive at Magnatech, a television advertising company. One evening, Cathy receives a phone call from the local police, who are holding Frank. When she picks him up, he says it is all a misunderstanding, but it turns out that he has been exploring the illicit underground world of gay bars in Hartford. In the midst of all of this, one day Cathy sees an unfamiliar black man walking in her yard. He turns out to be Raymond Deagan, the son of her late gardener, who is taking over his father's accounts. Frank often stays late at the office. One night when he says he is working, Cathy decides to bring him dinner, and she walks in on him passionately kissing a man. He confesses to having had "problems" as a young man and agrees to sign up for conversion therapy. However, their relationship is strained, Frank's work suffers, and he increasingly turns to alcohol. Cathy runs into Raymond at a local art show and, to the consternation of onlookers, initiates a discussion with him about modern painting. After a party, Frank attempts to make love to Cathy, but he is unable to become aroused and accidentally strikes her when she tries to console him. The next day, Raymond catches Cathy crying and asks her to run some errands with him. She agrees, and they wind up going to a bar in a black neighborhood, where Cathy is the only white person present. They are seen together on the street by a gossipy acquaintance of Cathy's, and the woman immediately begins to stir up scandal. When Cathy attends her daughter's ballet performance, the mothers of the other girls shun her. Frank also hears about Cathy and Raymond and, in response to his anger, Cathy denies having an other-than-professional relationship with Raymond and says she has fired him to quell the rumors. She then tells Raymond that their friendship cannot continue, as it is not "plausible". Cathy and Frank go to Miami for New Year's to try to repair their marriage, but, at the hotel, Frank meets a young man and has another homosexual encounter. While they are gone, three white boys taunt and physically assault Raymond's daughter, Sarah, partly because of her father's rumored relationship with Cathy, and the girl is concussed by a rock thrown at her head. Frank breaks down and tearfully tells Cathy that he has fallen in love with a man and wants a divorce. When Cathy learns what happened to Sarah, she visits Raymond, who says he is moving to Baltimore in two weeks, as the rumors have destroyed his business and led his African-American neighbors to throw rocks through his windows. When Cathy tells Raymond she is going to be single and asks if she can come visit him some time, he stoically, but gently, rejects her, saying he has learned his lesson and needs to do what is right for his daughter. Cathy shows up at the train station to see Raymond off, and they silently wave to each other as the train leaves the station.