02x32 - He Always Comes Home

[bunniefuu]

[waves crashing]

No, I'm sorry. He didn't saywhen he was coming back.

Well, since his picturehas been released,

he's sort of becomepublic property.

Oh, you know, views,television story, conferences.

[laughs] Yes, they've evengotten christening battleships now.

Oh, no, not oh, no,I'm sure he didn't forget.

He was had a lunchand date with you.

No, Mr. Waringwould never do that.

Could I give him a messagefor you, Ms., oh, just a minute.

[Linda whispering]

I'm sorry, I thoughtI heard him come in.

Yes, I'll have him call you assoon as he gets... that's right.

No. No, I'm not hissecretary, I'm his wife.

[sighs and end the call]

Another Indian bitsthe dust. Poor kid

You certainly handledthat beautifully.

For him B.

Angry?

Chris, there's no way to answerthat without sounding angry.

I'm sorry, good thing, I swear it.

I guess I was a little boredwhen the play finished.

I know

Oh, I've been a fool, darling.

Thank heavens. I've justsense enough to appreciate you.

[laughs] Yeah.

After all, you andDebbie are my whole life.

Chris, remember me?

-Oh, Joe, I'm terribly...- Hello, Joe. How are you?

He's brought us a new script.

Ah, studio's on my neck, Linda.

They keep reminding me thatwe agreed to do two pictures.

-Hmm.-When we find a part

that we think is right forme. Right, Lin. [Linda laughs]

Good. Tonight, will you?

Ah dear, I don't thinkI can read this tonight.

I haven't evenfinished this fan mail.

years on the New Yorkstage, maybe letters.

One picture, awhole barrel will fill.

My scripts are moreimportant than the fan mail.

I know, I know. I'll read it.

-How you doing?- Just fine.

-How's yourself?-Couldn't do better.

Trelby?

You mean they wantChris to play fingerlick?

Well, it didn't hurt JohnBarry, more to play.

What do you think?

Well,

pity to cover up that facewith a lot of crave hair.

And anyway isn't itreally the girls show?

Well, it's final.

Absolutely and definitely, no.

-Joe.-Well, that's that.

Um-hm.

By the way, Bradley's wantsyou to endorse their shirt.

No.

And who am I has youpenciled in as a mystery guest?

Yes.

Now, before I forget it,Harry Gellman phoned.

He wants you for theRed Cross of Timber.

All right, I'll doit. [Linda laughs]

What do you thinkI should do for them

Oh, we'll find something.There's plenty of time.

Mother. Mother. Is Daddy home?

Yes, dear, he's right here.

-Oh, here I am, darling.-There you go.

Oh, Daddy, I got it.

Didn't tell you about it before

because I wasafraid I mightn't get it.

Oh, you'll help me, won't you?

Well, of course I will.

What's she talking about?

The senior play. They'redoing, dear Brutus.

And I'm playing the daughter healways dreamed of having.

Five girls triedout for it and I got.

Guess who pickedme? Angela Brooke.

Who's she?

Oh, really, Daddy.

She's only the most importantnew actress in ten years,that's all.

Chris, you remember her.

She's the girl who made sucha stir in the revival of Wild Duck.

Oh deliver me fromthose off Broadway stars.

There's Stanislavski levels.

Oh, really Daddy,she's not like that at all.

You'll see. She's comingto pick me up for rehearsal.

Oh, you will helpme, won't you Daddy?

It'll be an honor.

Oh mother, I'm soexcited, I could hardly wait.

Well, you better learn to wait.You're going to have a lot of...

[laughs] Oh, mother.

I've got it. Act scene .

Oh, I know what I'll dofor the Red Cross benefit.

The dream scene fromDear Brutus was Debbie.

Oh mother.

Can't you just see it?

Christopher and Deb ina scene from Dear Brutus.

Oh, Daddy, I love you

Well, the sentiment isbeautiful. [doorbell rings]

Oh, I'll get it.

[door opening andChristopher sighs]

That must be the modernbarren heart making an entrance.

They're in here, Ms. Brooke.

Thank you

Oh, you're Debbie'smother. Of course.

She looks just like you.

Mrs. Waring, youhave such a gifted child.

Oh, we hope so. Miss Brooke,this is Mr. Davis, our manager.

-How do you do?- And this is Debbie's father

Mr. Waring.

I can't tell you what aprivilege it is to meet you.

I've been a fan of yours foryears, ever since you did Hamlet.

You must have been in kindergarten.

Oh, no, high school. I cut classesevery Wednesday afternoon

to see your matinee. I learnedso much. You were just wonderful.

Thank you very much.

[narrator] Well, a month later,

Debbie appeared in herschool production at Dear Brutus.

And she was good. NotHelen Hayes, but good.

Linda planned a partyfor her after the show

and Debbie invitedAngela Brooke.

Chris said he'd driveher into the house,

but all the other guests hadcome and gone and still no Chris

[hour bell rings]

Was that o'clock?

Yes, dear. It's time for buddingyoung actresses to be in bed.

Daddy's not hereyet. And Angela?

Well, maybe Ms. Brooke decided

it was too far to comeall the way out here.

They probably stoppedsomewhere for coffee.

But why didn't they come home?

Mother, this wassupposed to be my party.

I know dear.

I guess I'll go to bed...

[sighs]Good night, Mother.

-Night.-Good night, Joe.

Thanks for everything.

You really werewonderful in that play.

Yes, a real Waring.Good night, Debbie.

Good night.

I could break his neck.

Do you want some more coffee?

No, thanks. I betterbe on my way.

All right.

Ah, Joe [someonelaughung in background]

Don't go just now.

No, no, no. She must be blondeand beautiful, just like you are.

[laughing] Thankyou, Mr. Waring.

Oh, you must have givenus up. I'm terribly sorry.

-Hello. I...-We got to talking

and I forgot about the time.

Yes, I understand. I'msorry you miss Debbie.

She, she just went to bed.

Oh, don't blameAngela. It's all my fault

You know, you have the mostbest husband, Mrs. Waring.

-Oh.-He's convinced me that

the only thing I really want to doin the world is to go to Hollywood

and play Trilby.

Trilby? That's right. Trilby.

Isn't she ideal for it?

Will I take it this meansyou'll play Svengali after all.

You may take it that I will.

Well, It's full of surprises.

I'll call the studioin the morning.

Oh, don't bother. I'vealready called them.

Now, if I'm forgiven, perhapsChris will call a cab for me.

I'll be glad to drop you.

Oh, no, you don't.I'll drive her home.

I had a tough timeselling her this part.

Now I want to tellher how to play it.

Well, good night, Mrs. Waring.I hope we'll meet again soon.

I'm sure we will.

That's right, in Hollywood.Come on, beautiful.

Oh, this will be a pleasure.

And I have an awfullot to learn, you know.

And I'm just the onewho can teach you.

Here we go again.

Linda I often ask myself,

why do you keep on taking it?

Joe, I asked myself that questiona long time ago. And I'll tell you.

It's Debbie. She needs him.

In spite of all this nonsense.He really is crazy about her.

and partly for me, his habit.

[laugh]

My bad habit, hesometimes calls himself.

Then there are the marriages.

I promise to take him, forbetter or for worse, you know.

Not just if he'd be a good boy.

A good boy?

I could break his silly neck.

[laugh]

So could I.

[narrator]This summer, the Waringswere on the coast and so was Angela.

There was the usualgossip, but Linda wisely ignored it.

As for Chris and Angela,

they were too absorbed inTrilby and each other to care.

Trilby was finishedand previewed in record time.

It gave every indicationof being a smash.

I've never read such revs Linda.

Yeah, they aremarvelous aren't they?

[flips page]

Where's Chris?

He's around someplace.

I hadn't really seen himsince yesterday noon.

Here, take a look at this one.

[footstep approaching]

Good morning. Oh, hello, Joe.

Good afternoon. I thoughtyou'd like to read this.

I've seen most of them.Oh, here's a new one. Elliot.

Hey, listen to this.

Christopher Waring and AngelaBrook make the perfect combination.

I'd like to see them in agood old fashioned love story

I bet, didn't he?

Did, uh, Linda tellyou about our plans?

No, the manager isalways the last to know.

Angela Brooke and ChristopherWaring in Romeo and Juliet.

In CinemaScope.

No, not a picture. Wewill do it on the stage.

He is?

Yes.

Was there any reasonwhy I shouldn't be?

Well, when do youfigure on doing it?

Right away. We thoughtwe'd fly to New York next week.

Will you close up the house?

Oh, I'm not going Joe.

Weel, you know how miserable the NewYork weather is this time of year.

Naturally.

But what about thatRed Cross benefit?

Oh it'd work out perfectly.

Debbie can fly and meet me inNew York before school opens.

Joe, she can hardly wait.That's all she talks about.

Well, I was on my way out. I'llcall your office in the morning.

Yeah, do that.

-Goodbye, darling.-Goodbye, dear.

Oh, I, I doubt very much if I'llbe home for dinner. Bye. Bye Joe.

Bye.

Don't bother to waitup for me, Linda.

Well, this willbe the first time

he's ever done a play without youin the background to advise him.

[laughs] Joe haven'tyou caught on yet?

He doesn't want my advice anymore.

And you know, ina way it'll be a relief.

Maybe I'll get some peace now.

He's going to sit back and letthem go off together this way, huh?

I think this time it's different.

Maybe the real thing.

-What makes you think so?-Oh, I don't know. Lots of things.

But I'll tell you. Did younotice how he said,

ah, Angela Brooke and ChristopherWaring in Romeo and Julia?

-Yeah.-Huh.

When an actor voluntarilygives an actress first billing,

it must be love.

Oh, come on, there'sno time to be funny.

[laughs] Oh, Joe. I'mlaughing through my tears.

Besides, what can I do?

Well, you can fight,that's what you can do.

Haven't you heard?

They also fight.You'll only sit and wait.

[music]

Maybe it'd be better ifthe benefit were later on I mean,

after Romeo and Juliethave been running a while.

No, it's betterfor you this way.

I'm glad you're going to bethere for the opening.

-I wish you'd be there to see me.-I'll see you.

I'll be glued tothat television set.

It won't be the same thing.

Sweetie, It's good foryou to be on your own.

Look here, you don't want oneof those stage mothers, do you?

No, I don't.

-There he is.-Oh, thought you'd never get here.

What had stopped me?

When glamorous women travel,

they always have their leftshoulders smothered an orchard.

[laugh] Oh, mumma.

-I know.-Oh, thanks, Joe.

That's sweet of you, Joe.

By the way, the studio hasa photographer at the airport.

Well, then, let's go

Mother, will you savethe cuppings for me?

I certainly will

I mean, if there are any.

There will be. Andyou know what?

I'm going to buy you thebest scrapbook in town.

Oh, thank you, Mother.

-I'll take that.-See what a ham I am?

Yeah, real waring. Buton you it's becoming.

[music]

[narrator] Next day, Lindabought Debbie a scrapbook

and pasted in a few clippingsof her high school plays.

That night I took Linda to dinner

Good luck with dinner.

I wanted to come overhere tomorrow night.

We'll watch the benefit on TV.

-Fine. About seven?-Yes, that'll be fine.

-Good night, Linda.-Good night, Joe.

[music]

Debbie?

Hello, Mother.

What are you doing here?

Tearing up my scrapbook.

I won't be needing it now.

What do you mean? What happened?

Why aren't you in New York?

Debbie, tell me why.

It was a wonderful flight.

Daddy was at the airport.

Orchids, white violet,

He was very sweet and attentive.

I see now that he was justtrying to make up for things.

But I didn't realize it then.

Realize what?

That I'm not playingthe benefit with him.

Not doing the scene.

He decided I wasn't quite readyfor it. So Angela is going to do it.

That's all.

Just like that?

Mhm...

He told me this morningbefore he left for the theater.

So I...I came back here.

Without telling your father?

I--I sent him a wirefrom the airport.

And the wire, Debbie?

I don't remember exactly.

[snicker] Anyway, itdoesn't really matter.

He was probably too busy to read it.

[Debbie cries]

How could he?

How colud he do it?

Oh, how could daddy do it to me?

[crying]

After a sensational month in theroad, romeo and Juliet opened it

By the next morning, theywere sold out for weeks ahead.

But a few days later, astrange thing happened.

[music]

Linda.

Hello, Chris.

What brings you here?

I'm backthis time to stay.

And you're perfectly sureI'll take you back, aren't you?

Well, I can't blame you forthat. I always have.

Oh, Sweetheart.

I'm afraid you're infor a shock, Chris.

I don't want you back.

Oh you're just saying that topunish me, and I deserve it.

But you couldn't possiblypunish me any more

than I've punishedmyself in the past few days.

It's a very goodperformance, Chris.

Very good. But that'sall it is, the performance.

Oh, now, wait a minute.

That's hitting below thebelt. Now, you listen to me.

I closed that show.

It was one of the biggest hits inyears, and I closed it overnight.

Because I suddenly realized thatI had made a fool out of myself.

So I closed the showand came back to you.

Was it only the still, smallvoice of conscience, Chris?

This small paragraph hassomething to do with it. Perhaps.

Outstanding as Mr. Waring'scontributions to theater have been,

it may well be that his greatestgift of all is Angela Brooke.

For years I have cried out theprocession of middle aged Juliet,

but last night it seemed to methat Romeo was having a tough time

trying to make the weight.

Or could it have been thesurpassingly fresh young beauty

of Miss Brooke that made ourfirst gentleman of the theater

just a little shop worn?

Yes, the play was a hit, andyou were an excellent Romeo.

But a little too old,a little too heavy,

too much of a contrast to Angela

And that's why youclosed the show, my friend,

whether you admitit to yourself or not.

That's also why you suddenlyrecovered from an infatuation

that made you, made youdestroy your child's faith in you.

And you know what else you did,Chris, when you closed that show?

You threw people out of work,

your own people.

You let your producerdown and Angela,

oh, my dear, youmade a fool of her.

And you know why?

For only one simple reason,

Your vanity couldn't take it.

-May I explain,-Chris please.

You know,

You never love me, nor even Debbie.

You've never loved anyone inthe world but Christopher Waring.

And I hope you still do,because I have a feeling

that you're going to spendan awful lot of time with him.

Well.

Linda, you don'tmean that, you can't.

Your whole life hasbeen built around me, us.

You can't throw it away now.

What would you do alone?

No Chris.

Certainly it's notgoing to be easy.

Because all these years, Ithought of nothing but you

and keeping our family together.

But when I saw Debbie cr*ck upafter what happened in New York,

Chris, I realized thatnever would have happened

if I'd had a little pride.

A little decent pride.

So now I'm going to havea try at that for a little while.

Oh, you can't.

I'm sorry, Chris. I'mreally sorry.

Now, if you'll excuse me,I'm going out to dinner.

[music]

[Narrator] Linda stuck to her g*ns,

with Debbie safe in school andChris licking his wounds in Europe.

She had the pride she'd wantedso badly. And the peace too.

Sometimes, though,she confessed to me,

it was like the peace of thegrave just before Christmas.

[door opening]

Mother!

Debbie!

Oh, sweetie. Oh, I thought youwere coming in on the night train.

I was, but I madea last minute switch.

Oh mother, it's sogood to see you.

Look at you.

Oh, you look wonderful.And you look so grown up.

Hmm. I feel grownup, too. [Linda laughs]

School does teach you beingon your own and, and everything.

Yeah.

Come on over hereand sit down and relax.

I want to hearall about your trip.

Okay

Mother I

-I have something to tell you.-Yes dear.

I've seen Daddy.

Oh.

I thought he was still in Europe.

Well, he's back. Hecame in to meet me.

He called me in schooland asked me if I'd see him,

and I couldn't say no.

Mother I,

I didn't want to say no.

Mother remembered you alwayssaid it, nothing so bad at forgiven.

You've missed yourfather terribly, haven't you?

In spite of everything,

haven't you?

He's missed us, too terribly.

Did he say that?

Not in words.

He didn't want meto feel sorry for him.

He's changed. He's different.

Oh sweetie, no.

But really he is mother.

I guess when you'relonely and unhappy,

well it changes you.

I suppose so.

Mother, he'd love to see you.

Well,

-maybe sometime we could arrange-but he's here.

He's here?

He's outside. Ibrought him with me.

Oh, you're not angry, are you?

No.

No, of course, I'm not angry.

Well, maybe he'd like a cupof tea or a drink. Ask him in.

Oh, mother.

Daddy, come on in.

Here.

How are you, Linda?

I'm fine, Chris.

Just fine.

Oh, if you'll excuseme, I'll be right back.

[door opening]

[door closing] [Lindalaughs] Well, uh,

come on in.

come in, sit down.

Thanks.

Can I, uh, sorry, get you a cupof tea or a drink or something?

No, thanks. I'll justsit and talk for a while.

Of course.

No reason we can'tbe friends after all.

Thanks.

I had no idea you were in NewYork. I thought you were sick.

Have you found a play or apicture that you like to do, maybe?

No, as a matter of fact, Ihaven't made any plans.

I haven't been able to domuch of anything except

just slog along from dayto day with you and Debbie.

Oh.

You know, it's a funny thingwhen you've had everything

and then somethinghappens. You lose it.

Know that you threwit away yourself.

Linda, would you find it inyour heart to forgive me?

I, I, I

I don't expect you to takeme back. Not now at least.

Just to forgive me.

Debbie have.

Could you?

For all the unhappiness?

[sighs]

It wasn't all unhappiness.

I'm glad to hear you say that.

You know, for the first timein my life I had a good lump.

All was before I wasan actor, on and off.

Now I'd like to be a person.

No more performances.

Except on the stage.

Oh Chris,

don't make any promises. Don't.

Then you do forgive me?

Look, uh,

let's not use the word forgiveness.It sounds so sort of one sided.

Some of it must, too.

Maybe I made it too easy for you.

Maybe I liked the picture ofmyself as the understanding wife.

Then you're going togive me another chance?

I think we both coulduse another chance.

Would you like to try?

Thanks.

Now, would youlike a cup of tea?

I'd love it.

Okay, I'll fix it for you. I know.Thought you can help me come along.

That I will.

[music]