What can you say about a 25-year-old girl who died?
That she was beautiful and brilliant?
That she loved Mozart and Bach?
The Beatles?
And me?
- Do you have this book? - You have your own library.
- Answer my question. - Answer mine first.
We're allowed to use the Radcliffe library.
I'm not talking legality, I'm talking ethics.
Harvard's got five million books, Radcliffe a few thousand.
I only want one. I've got an hour exam tomorrow, damn it!
Please watch your profanity, preppy.
Why do you think I went to prep school?
- You look stupid and rich. - Actually, I'm smart and poor.
No, I'm smart and poor.
- Why are you so smart? - I won't have coffee with you.
- I wouldn't ask you. - That's what makes you stupid.
Comp Lit 105. Not bad.
Music 150. Not bad. Music 201, that's a graduate course.
- Renaissance polyphony. - What's polyphony?
Nothing sexual, preppy.
I told you, my name is Oliver.
- First or last? - First.
- Oliver what? - Barrett.
- Barrett like the poet? - Yeah, no relation.
- Barrett like the hall? - Yes.
I'm having coffee with a real Harvard building.
I'm not Barrett Hall. My great grandfather gave it to Harvard.
So his not-so-great grandson could get in?
If you think I'm a loser, why did you bulldoze me into buying you coffee?
I like your body.
- I major in Social Studies. - It doesn't show.
- It's an honours programme. - I know you've got a few brains.
- Really? - You're hung up on me, aren't you?
- Jenny? - Yeah?
Listen, you Radcliffe bitch, there's a hockey game on Friday.
- So? - I want you to come.
Why would I go to a lousy hockey game?
- Because I'm playing. - For which side?
[BLOWS WHISTLE]
[CROWD BOOS]
Two minutes for No.7! Holding!
Penalty - Barrett, Harvard, Two minutes, Holding,
[BLOWS WHISTLE]
Why are you here when your friends are playing?
I'm in the penalty box.
- What did you do? - I tried too hard.
- Is that a big disgrace? - I'm trying to concentrate.
- On what? - On how I'll total that bastard!
Come on, Harvard, let's go!
Are you a dirty player? Would you ever total me?
- I will now if you don't shut up! - I'm leaving. Goodbye.
Barrett back in the game, Harvard have full strength,
And a goal - Ackerman, Assist - Barrett,
- Now I've seen a hockey game. - What did you like best?
- When you were on your ass. - Thanks for coming.
I didn't say you could kiss me.
- I was carried away. - I wasn't.
- I may not call you for months. - Why?!
Or I might call you as soon as I get back to my room.
- Bastard. - You dish it out, but can't take it.
- Hello, animals. - Hey, Ollie.
- What did you get? - An assist on the last goal.
- Off Cavilleri? - None of your business.
- I'm your roommate! - Has Barrett got a new goodie?
Jenny Cavilleri. It's a music type from Rhode Island.
- I know her. Real tight-ass. - Plays piano for the Bach Society.
- What does she play with Barrett? - Probably hard to get.
Simpson. Up yours.
That proves it.
Hello, Jen?
What would you say if I told you... I think I'm in love with you?
Never say "love" if you don't mean it.
- What makes you think I don't? - You're a known quantity.
Meaning?
You're known for quantity. At Radcliffe, every hall is Barrett.
- You've been checking up on me. - I won't dine with just anybody!
- Am I just anybody? - What do you think, preppy?
You'll have to fend for yourself this weekend.
I'll be mixing it up with Francis LaPierre.
- Very funny. - Are you jealous?
He's the captain of the Cornell hockey team.
You've been reading the sports page.
I wouldn't mind watching you play with Cornell.
No. I'll be involved.
Oh, yeah. The All-Ivy title.
- More than the All-Ivy title? - A lot more.
Cornell goal, Score tied, 3-3,
[WHISTLE]
[CROWD ROARS]
[WHISTLE]
I'll kick your ass back to Montreal!
Get up!
You're out of the game, Barrett. Come on!
- Je vais te casser la gueule! - I'll break yours first!
Come on, Barrett, get off the ice!
You Montreal faggots!
What?! Francis LaPierre started the fight!
- Get in! - Come on!
Five minutes for No.7. Fight.
Penalty, Barrett, Harvard, Five minutes for fighting,
[CROWD BOOS]
[WHISTLE]
You probably want a steak, son.
No, the doctor took care of it.
I meant for your stomach, Oliver.
- I'm supposed to eat with the team. - Oh, that's fine.
- Does your face hurt? - No, sir.
- Jack Wells should take a look at it. - That's not necessary, sir.
- Jack's a specialist. - It's nothing special.
- Can I give you a lift somewhere? - I'll walk you to your car.
Have you heard from the Law School?
I haven't exactly decided on the Law School.
I was merely asking if the Law School had decided on you.
- No, sir. - There really isn't any doubt.
- About what, sir? - The school needs good men like you.
- They haven't got a hockey team. - You have other qualities, Oliver.
I'm sorry you had to see Harvard lose.
I came to see you play.
The Dean of the Law School is an old classmate...
That's very nice, sir.
- Goodbye. - Goodbye, sir.
- Give my best to Mother. - Yes, I will.
Briggs Hall. Sandy Davidson.
Jennifer Cavilleri.
Call on two. She's in the downstairs phone booth.
- Where is that? - Around the corner.
Would you please... For God's sake, Phil!
Yes. Yeah, yeah, for the million-and-oneth time, yeah!
Absolutely! Oh, I love you, too, Phil.
Yeah, I love you, too.
Goodbye.
Hi.
- What happened? You look terrible. - I'm injured.
Did you make the other guy look worse?
I always make the other guy look worse.
- Jenny? - Yeah?
- Who's Phil? - My father.
You call your father Phil?
- Yeah. What do you call your father? - Son-of-a-bitch.
- To his face? - I never see his face.
- Why? Does he wear a mask? - In a way.
He must be proud as hell! You're a big Harvard jock!
- So was he. - Bigger than All-Ivy?
He rowed single sculls in the 1928 Olympics.
- Did he win? - No.
- Then why is he a son-of-a-bitch? - He leans on me.
- He makes me do the right things. - What's wrong with that?
I don't like to have to put out X amount of achievement every term.
You hate making the Dean's list and being All-Ivy (!)
He expects no less and, when I do come through, he's so indifferent.
- Ridiculous! - Know all he said after the game?
He went to Ithaca to watch you play?
After I was nearly massacred by the wild Canadian hordes,
do you know what he said to his son?
Whores in Ithaca?
"The Dean of the Law School was a classmate".
What did you expect him to say? "How's your sex life?"
- Whose side are you on, Jenny? - I didn't know it was a war.
- You don't understand. - More than you wish I did.
Did the son-of-a-bitch at least get lousy grades?
- He was a Rhodes scholar. - Ah-ha! A problem of overachievement!
- Forget about it. There's no problem. - Right.
Do I call my father on the phone? Do I say, "I love you, Phil?"
- No. - There you are.
And do you know why? Because his name is Oliver!
The great Barrett Hall. Don't you salute when you pass it?
- It's ugly. I've never been inside. - That's a mature attitude.
It's not easy living with history.
- How many have to cope with that? - I could name two.
Thanks.
[CLASSICAL FLUTE]
Cavilleri, must you play music while we study?
I'm studying the music. It's called "Analysis of Form".
Yeah,,,
You'll flunk out if you just watch me study.
- I'm not, I'm studying, - You're looking at my legs!
- You're not that great looking, - Can I help ifyou think so?
- Let's change the subject, - I wasn't aware there was one,
You're under the impression I wanted to make love to you,
- I'm definitely not interested! - Then we've got one thing in common,
I'm tired of playing your game. You are a supreme Radcliffe smart-ass.
The best. You put down anything in pants.
But verbal volleyball is not my idea of a relationship.
If that's what you think it's about, go back to your music waltz.
I think you're scared. You put up a wall to keep from getting hurt.
But it also keeps you from getting touched.
It's a risk, isn't it, Jenny?
At least I had the guts to admit what I felt.
Some day you'll have to come up with the courage to admit you care.
I care.
- Would your priest like this? - I don't have one.
- Aren't you a good Catholic girl? - Well, I'm a girl...
...and I'm good, right?
So that's two out of three.
- Why do you wear it? - It was my mother's.
Why did you leave the Church?
I don't know. I never really joined.
I never thought there was another world better than this one.
What could be better than Mozart?
Or Bach?
Or you?
Jenny?
I'm up there with Bach and Mozart?
And The Beatles.
[BANGS ON DOOR]
- Let me sack on your couch. - How come?
- Barrett. - Who's the guest of honour?
- Cavilleri. - Again? Still?
Barrett's slipping.
It's amazing.
I'm really studying.
- I'M studying. - Sorry.
Oliver?
I love you.
[MUSIC: Concerto No.3 in D Major by JS Bach]
[APPLAUSE]
I can't believe how great you were.
- You know nothing about music. - I know enough.
Wise up, would you? I was not great, I was not even All-Ivy, just OK. OK?
OK.
- I mean, you should keep at it. - Who said I won't, for God's sake?
I'm going to study with Nadia Boulanger.
Who?
Next year. I have a scholarship in Paris.
Paris?
Yeah, I've never been to Europe. I can hardly wait.
- How long have you known? - Don't be stupid, it's inevitable!
What is?
That we'll separate. You'll go on to Law School.
- What are you talking about? - You're a millionaire, I'm a zero.
What does that have to do with it? We're together, we're happy.
Harvard is like a bag full of toys, but when the holiday is over,
you've gotta go back where you belong!
- Back to baking cookies? - Pastries. Don't ridicule my father.
Then don't leave me, Jenny!
Please.
What about my scholarship and Paris that I've never seen?
- What about our marriage? - Who said anything about marriage?
I'm saying it now.
You want to marry me?
Yeah.
Why?
Because.
That's a good reason.
- You're driving like a maniac. - Everybody does in Boston.
You'll kill us before your parents can murder us.
- My parents will love you. - Even the son-of-a-bitch?
Of course. Where is the old Radcliffe confidence?
- Back at Radcliffe. - It's going to be OK, Jenny.
- What did you say on the phone? - Just that I'd drop by.
- Very casual, huh? - Yeah, right.
How often do you visit during a term?
- Never. - Oh, that's casual...
Holy shit!
Stop, Oliver. No kidding, stop the car.
I didn't think it would be like THIS.
- Like what? - I mean, like this rich.
- This is too much for me. - Don't worry. It'll be a breeze.
Yeah, but why do I wish my name were Abigail Adams or Wendy Wasp?
Don't be scared.
- Aren't you? - No.
- So far, so good. - That's not saying much.
- Your hand is cold. - So is yours.
- Let's get away from here. - Master Oliver! Hello!
Hello, Florence. This is Jenny.
"Master"? I always knew you had slaves.
Let me take your wrap. Your parents are in the drawing room.
Thank you, Florence.
Half the buildings of Harvard are hanging there.
Oh, it's nothing.
You're related to the Sewell Boathouse?
Yes, I come from a long line of wood and stone.
Hello, there.
- Meet Jennifer Calaveri. - Cavilleri.
- As in "Cavalleria Rusticana"? - Right. No relation.
- Hello, Mom. - Hello, darling.
Nice to meet you. How are you, son?
Fine, sir, fine.
Please sit down and make yourself at home.
We'll have to be going soon.
Why are you so uncomfortable with your parents?
- Why did you want to leave at once? - I didn't like how they treated you.
"What is it your parents are in?"
- What is it your people are in? - My father bakes cookies.
- What's the name of his firm? - Phil's Bake Shop.
- Of Cranston, Rhode Island. - How interesting...
- So your people are from Cranston? - Mostly. Mother is from Fall River.
- The Barretts have mills there. - Where they exploited the poor.
In the 19th century.
When you inherit, you can give all our money back.
That's what the philosopher Saint-Simon advocated.
In the 18th century.
- It's late. - Aren't you staying for dinner?
- Yes. - No. I have to get back.
You're staying for dinner and that's an order.
Everything is an order, a directive, a command.
Where is your sense of humour?
In school, he used to send me memos.
Memos! Don't you find that odd?
I find it rather cute.
- Have you heard from Law School? - No, sir, not yet.
Who've they got better than Oliver?
I quite agree. He'll be graduated with honours.
He's always done well in school. At Exeter, he was...
It doesn't mean a thing. I'm just one of many trying to get in.
- I could give Zimmermann a ring. - No! I mean, please don't, sir.
Merely to find out if he knows.
I want to get my letter with everyone else. Please.
- He was only trying to be helpful. - I don't need that kind of help.
- OK. - No, it's not OK.
He won't be satisfied until he cuts them off.
What?
What you wouldn't like to be cut off.
Oh... Well, we've got to take care of those.
- Take care. - Drive with caution, Oliver.
Get there a minute later, but get there.
- You really like to bug your father. - The feeling is mutual.
You wouldn't stop at anything to get to him.
It's impossible to get to Oliver Barrett III.
Unless maybe if you marry Jennifer Cavilleri?
- Is that what you think? - Yes, it's part of it.
You don't believe I love you?
Yes, but you also love my negative social status.
No.
I can't pass judgement. I just think so.
I love not only you, but also your name and your numeral.
After all, it's part of what you are.
- Oh, how can you do it? - What?
How can you see me and still love me?
That's what it's about, preppy.
- How are you, son? - I'm OK, sir.
Did you hear from Law School?
- Yes. I called you, remember? - Yes. Congratulations.
- You'll be on the Supreme Court. - I may just chase ambulances.
Fine. How's Raymond?
He's fine. Got into OCS.
Army? That's good.
That's bad.
You haven't mentioned Jennifer.
What is there to say? You're presenting us with a fait accompli,
- But what did you think? - She's absolutely charming.
With her background, to get to Radcliffe is...
- Get to the point! - It doesn't concern her, but you.
Your rebellion. You are rebelling.
I fail...
I fail to see how marrying a brilliant Radcliffe girl constitutes rebellion.
She's not some crazy hippie.
She's not many things.
What irks you most - that she's Catholic or poor?
- What attracts you most? - I'm leaving.
Don't go off half-cocked, damn it! I would only ask that you wait a bit.
Define "bit".
Finish Law School. If it's real, it'll stand the test of time.
It is, but why should I put it to some arbitrary test?
- I'm asking you. - You're commanding me!
If you marry her now, I'll not give you the time of day.
Father, you don't know the time of day!
We're looking forward to having you with us next year.
Me too, Dean Thompson.
- Something has come up. - Not a change of heart?
No, I'm still set on Law School, but...
I'm going to need a scholarship.
- Really? - That's why I'm here.
That's rather curious, considering your background.
- I'm not his son any more. - I beg your pardon?
We have had a misunderstanding. It's a parting of the ways.
- This is very unfortunate. - I'm not exactly jumping for joy.
We have many entering students in far worse straits than you.
What's worse than destitution? I'm getting married next month.
We'll work all summer, and then Jenny will teach in a private school.
That's a living, but not tuition. Your tuition is pretty steep.
Yes.
I need a scholarship. I have already been accepted.
- I don't have any money. - You have a millionaire father.
HAD. Why should I be penalised just because I was related to a rich man?
Mr Barrett...
..I really don't think this office should enter into a family quarrel.
- A rather distressing one at that. - I see. Thank you.
Perhaps at mid-year's.
Thank you. You've been very generous with your time.
- Just passed my junior high school. - I can't believe he liked my poverty.
He did! Now you've got something in common.
God, when I first told him Oliver Barrett...
- Yeah? Yeah? - He just couldn't believe it.
He reminded me of the 11th Commandment.
- 11th? - "Do not bullshit thy father".
Any other commandments I should know about?
Yeah. "Stay loose".
- So is he for it? Does he approve? - What do you think?
- I will not allow it, do you get me? - You're tilting at windmills, Phil.
Stop calling his father a windmill. He's a distinguished citizen...
- Mr Cavilleri... - Phil.
- I'll call his goddamn father. - It won't do any good, goddamnit!
- Don't use profanity in this house. - You do.
- What will he think? - You lost your marbles!
Because I won't allow a parent to reject a child?
- Mr Cavilleri... - Phil.
- Phil. Sir...I reject him, too!
Don't talk like that. A father's love is something to cherish and respect.
- It's a rare thing. - Especially in my family.
- Let's get him on the phone. - We've installed this cold line.
He'll thaw and melt. Believe me, when it's time to go to church...
Let's get him on the phone.
- Please, Phil. - What?
About the church bit...
Well, we're kind of negative on it.
I didn't necessarily mean the Catholic Church.
You know that Jennifer is Catholic? She may have told you that.
And her sainted mother always dreamed
of the whole Mass rigmarole, but you're...
But God would bless this union in any church.
- Phil? - Yeah?
- About the God bit. - Yeah?
- We're negative about that, too. - About God?
- About anybody's God? - We neither one of us believe.
And we won't be hypocrites.
If that's what you wish. Just tell me who performs the wedding.
We do.
You mean... to do it yourself?
That's... wonderful.
I know... I...
I mean, that's just... wonderful.
Do it yourself, huh? I think that's just wonderful.
But, tell me, is it...? What's the word?
- You mean "legal"? - Is that it? Is it?
Yes. One of the college chaplains just sort of...
He presides over it, then the man and the woman address each other.
You mean the bride speaks, too?
- It's a new world, Philip. - Oh, yeah. It's new, all right.
Ready?
- Amen. - They haven't started yet.
How will I know? I've never been to a do-it-yourself.
Listen to the words they've chosen for this sacred occasion.
- Amen. - Huh?
The priest said "sacred".
- He's not a priest. - He is to me.
"When our two souls stand up erect and strong
"Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher
"Until the lengthening wings break into fire at either curved point,
"What bitter wrong can the earth do to us
"That we should not long be here contented?
"Think! In mounting higher, the angels would press on us
"And aspire to drop some golden orb of perfect song
"Into our deep, dear silence
"Let us stay rather on earth, Beloved,
"Where the unfit contrarious moods of men recoil away
"And isolate pure spirits
"And permit a place to stand and love in for a day
"With darkness and the death-hour rounding it".
"I give you my hand!
"I give you my love more precious than money
"I give you myself before preaching or law
"Will you give me yourself? Will you come travel with me?
"Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?"
I, Oliver Barrett, take you, Jennifer Cavilleri,
to be my wedded wife from this day forward...
... to love and to cherish till death do us part.
I, Jennifer Cavilleri, take you, Oliver Barrett,
as my wedded husband from this day forward,
to love and to cherish till death do us part.
By the authority vested in me by the Commonwealth of Massachusetts,
I pronounce you man and wife.
Now I'm being kept by a woman!
- You won't like it. - I already do.
The school only pays me 3,000 a year.
- Why? - Because my name is Mrs Barrett.
- Couldn't you be Miss Cavilleri? - Then I'd be the Queen of Paris.
It's a bargain.
Four rooms for 82.50 a month is impossible this side of Mongolia.
But this is the Mongolian section of Cambridge.
Gee...
I have to admit that it's even worse than I expected.
- Yeah, but it's home. - Yeah.
- Well? - Well what?
- Carry me over the threshold. - Do you believe that nonsense?
- Carry me and I'll tell you. - We're at the top floor!
OK, I'll be a young and beautiful divorcee.
Hey, what is this, Barrett?
I'll tell you after we cross the threshold!
- This is not a threshold. - Our name's by the bell!
It's not an official threshold. Upstairs, you preppy!
- Why are you so heavy? - I might be pregnant.
- Are you? - Scared you, didn't I?
- No, I... - Don't bullshit me.
For a second I clutched. Is this the official threshold?
- What do think? - If you don't say yes...
Yes!
- Is Barrett here? - Where are the kids?
Asleep, thank God. It's siesta time. I've got 45 minutes.
That's more than they give me.
Damn it!
- What's wrong with this engine? - You're a Harvard Magna.
- Not in mechanics. - Welcome to the world, preppy.
- Listen, Cavilleri... - The name's Barrett, Barrett.
Sometimes you are really a bitch.
- How are they treating you? - Fine, except for one brat.
He'll be breaking and entering before he's 10.
- What now? - He tried to pinch me.
- I don't blame him. - Next time, I'll wallop him.
Not until you get his parents' tip.
Damn it!
- Let's get out of here. - Don't touch me.
- What a thing to say to your husband! - Wash. You can touch me afterwards.
I had another salary hassle today with Miss Anne Miller Whitman.
I hope you laid it on thick!
I said I was proud to be a member of the faculty of the Shady Lane School.
I said, "Even Barretts have to pay their rent".
- To which she retorted... - "Ho, ho, ho!"
- Define "Ho, ho, ho". - 3,500 for the year.
Ridiculous!
Support me while I take the courses necessary to teach in public school!
- Would you please say something? - Ho, ho, ho.
- You didn't call after the meeting. - I wanted you to study.
- Have you eaten? - I waited for you.
- You're a growing boy. - Not any more.
Yes, in the mind. Did you check the mail?
Just one second. This is a crucial precedent.
- Did you check the mail? - No. Anything vital?
- We are cordially invited... - ..to pay the light bill.
To a dinner.
Your father's 60th birthday.
- Did you hear me? - Yes.
RSVP.
- You even have to ask? - It's about time.
- For what? - You know.
Does he have to crawl here? He's reaching out.
My mother addressed it.
Think. 60 years old. Maybe he won't be around for a reconciliation.
There won't be one.
- Some day Oliver the Fifth... - He won't be called that!
He can be called Bozo. He'll still resent you for being a Harvard jock!
- You'll be on the Supreme Court... - He won't resent me!
- Why not? - Because I...
Your father loves you, too, just the way you'll love Bozo!
You Barretts are so proud that you'll always think you hate each other.
- If it weren't for you? - Yes!
The case is closed!
- There's still the RSVP. - I think you can handle it.
I have never deliberately hurt anyone and I don't think I could.
Jennifer!
Just answer no.
- OK. What's the number? - Can't you write a note?
I'll lose my nerve. What is the number?
338-3434, and dial 1 first.
Good evening. It's Jennifer Barrett. Oh, Mr Barrett! Good evening, sir.
Fine, thank you.
Yes, we did. That's why I'm calling.
I'm terribly sorry, I mean we're terribly sorry,
but... no, we can't.
I'm sorry.
Oliver, please talk to him. Just say hello.
- I will never talk to him. - Can't you do it for me?
I've never asked you to do anything in my whole life. Just for me.
No.
You're a heartless bastard!
Mr Barrett, Oliver would like you to know
that in his own special way, he loves you very much.
Get the hell out of my life!
[SLAMS DOOR]
[ORCHESTRAL MUSIC]
[SOPRANO SINGING SCALES]
I forgot my key.
Jenny, I'm sorry.
Don't.
Love means never having to say you're sorry.
[CHOIR] # Joy to the world The Lord is come
# Let Earth receive her king
# Let every heart prepare him room
# And heav'n and nature sing
# And heav'n And heav'n and nature sing
# Joy to the world
# The Lord is come
# Let Earth receive her king
# Let every heart prepare him room
# And heav'n and nature sing
And heav'n... #
[BOYS' CHOIR] # Lo! A fair rose a-blooming
# From tender root hath sprung
# Of Jesse's lineage coming
# As men aforetime sung
# It bears a flow'reth bright
# While reigns the cold midwint... #
Paul, pay more attention to blending and less to showing off your voice.
- But I wasn't! - You were so! You were so!
- No bullshit. You were showing off. - Sorry, Jenny.
One last time and this time I want crisp diction.
# Lo! A fair rose a-blooming
# From tender root hath sprung
# Of Jesse's lineage coming
# As men aforetime sung
# It bears a flow'reth bright
# While reigns the cold midwinter
# And darkest is the night #
Wow! That was really incredibly, absolutely...
...not bad.
[ALL SHOUT AT ONCE]
- Tomorrow at 8.30 sharp, OK? - OK. Bye, Jenny.
Well, Barrett, what brings you to church?
The saloons closed early.
Did you get us a tree?
Don't worry about it. We'll get one on the way home.
What are you doing New Year's Eve?
Sleeping.
I thought you wanted to spend it with me.
What are you doing?
Sleeping.
Some day, we'll look back on these days...
The sooner, the better.
Go!
Come on!
Jennifer, come here!
What? Come on! Start it over again.
- What is it? - I've got something to tell you.
- Couldn't you tell me over there? - No, I want to be alone with you.
- OK. - Fantastic news. Here, read.
Harvard Law School? You got kicked out.
Read it, will you? It's great news.
- You were first in the class? - Not quite. Third.
- Only third, huh? - That means I make the Law Review.
Say something, please.
Not until I've met numbers one and two.
The William DeJersey Memorial Award for the finest senior essay to...
...Oliver Barrett IV.
- On your feet. - How much?
500 big ones!
Holy shit!
- Get up! Come on! - Quiet!
The Jennifer Barrett Maternity Award!
- It was a good apartment for $80. - Now our garage will cost that.
- Why have a car in New York? - House calls, Jenny.
Fancy lawyers for Jonas and Marsh don't make house calls.
- They do to Mr Jonas and Mr Marsh. - They are close enough to walk!
- Rich people ride. - Nouveau riche people.
That's us.
You won't laugh? I'm actually getting to like the name Bozo.
- For what? - For our kid, damn it!
Our huge and bruising All-Ivy tackle.
- Bozo Barrett? - The name of a Harvard superjock!
You would actually call our offspring Bozo?!
Only if he's a boy.
- We have crossed the poverty line. - Not quite.
- What? - Gotta carry me over the threshold!
- We've run that gamut! - Now you're a lawyer. It'll be legal.
- It's on the tenth floor! - Carry me in the elevator.
Thank God for that.
- Can I help? - 10-H. We've got bags in the car.
- Is the lady all right? - Yes! When I'm over the threshold!
- Newly-weds, huh? - Eternally.
Move your ass, preppy!
You've got it made, you bastard! Made in the shade!
- Snug as a bug in a rug! - Cut the crap and play!
Working for Jonas and Marsh, pulling in the coin...
- Play, damn it! - I can't help it.
Married to Foul-Mouth Angelface!
Pay attention, will ya?
- Why should you have all the luck? - It was a long drag.
This is the first week that Jenny hasn't had to work.
What's she gonna do?
I want her to study and she wants to have a baby.
- So? - So we're making babies.
- Do you need any help, old buddy? - I'll call you if I need you.
- Whose fault is it? - I wouldn't use the word "fault".
OK, we'll put it your way.
Two 24-year-olds can't make a baby. One must be malfunctioning. Who?
Jenny.
All right, then we'll adopt kids.
The problem is more serious. Jenny is very sick.
Define "very sick".
She's dying.
That's impossible.
I'm sorry to have to tell you this.
That's impossible.
It's a mistake, it has to be.
We've repeated her blood test three times. The diagnosis is correct.
She'll have to be told soon.
We can withhold treatment for a little while, but not for long.
We'll have to begin therapy some time during the next few weeks.
She's only 24.
- Will it be painful? - Hopefully not.
You'll wanna talk to a haematologist. I can refer you to Dr Addison.
Yeah.
What do I do? What can I do for Jenny?
Act as normal as possible... for as long as possible.
That's really the best thing.
Normal.
OK, I'll be as normal as hell.
[CAR HORNS BLARE]
Jen?
Jenny, I'm home.
- I need a lawyer. - I'm a lawyer.
I need you.
- I need you, too. - Why? I'm not a lawyer.
No, but you're a nut, and I happen to need a nut.
- You look lovely, Jenny. - Bullshit.
- OK, you look terrible. - No, I never look terrible.
- I look OK for Thursday evening, OK? - There's no poetry in "OK".
Screw poetry. Just tell me what you see.
- I see you. - That's poetry.
Did Dr Shapeley tell you that we both checked out?
Yeah.
So we just have to keep trying, right?
- Yeah, let's try now. - Right this very minute?
Even sooner.
[ALARM CLOCK SHRILLS]
Jenny? Jenny?
Jenny?
Get out and support me in the manner to which I plan to become accustomed!
Get up.
- Are you meeting Stratton today? - Who?
Ray Stratton, your best friend. Your roommate before me.
- We're supposed to play. I'll cancel. - The hell you will!
- Why not? - I don't want a flabby husband.
- OK, but I'll take you to dinner. - Why?
Can't I take my goddamn wife to dinner if I want to?
- OK, Barrett, what's her name? - What?!
If you have to take me out mid-week, you must be screwing somebody!
- What's the matter? - Off day.
You've been having an off day for two weeks now!
Jonas wants me to go to Chicago on a big case.
That newscaster that got beat up by the cops.
Fantastic. You on the other side of a punch-out rap.
- I turned him down. - Why?
I couldn't see living in some hotel.
Boy, you're really married!
Your time will come.
Mrs Barrett!
I'm in the kitchen where I belong. Come here.
- Guess what. - You got fired.
- I got fired up. Guess where to. - Reno, Nevada.
Paris, France. We'll be there Christmas Day.
No, that's not the way we'll do it.
- Do what? - I don't want or need Paris.
- I just want you. - That you got, baby.
And I want time, which you can't give me.
- You saw Dr Shapeley? - Uh-huh.
And his buddy, too. He's a very nice guy.
- Good. Who? - Dr Addison.
He's a Yalie, college and med school. But I said you wouldn't mind.
Not if he's a nice guy.
He is. He didn't bullshit me, and that's what I wanted.
- OK, then, for the Yalie doctor. - OK.
I'm counting on you to be strong, you goddamn hockey jock.
I will, baby. I will.
It's gonna be hardest on Phil.
You, after all, are going to be the merry widower.
- I won't be merry. - You will. I want you to be merry.
You'll be merry, OK?
OK.
- Enough? - Not for me.
I love watching you dodge and weave.
- The old hockey fake-out. - That's you, the old hockey fake-out.
- Can we get a cup of hot chocolate? - Sure, I'll even pay.
- Very gracious of you. - I liked it when I supported you.
You always supported me. After all, what's money?
I don't know.
- Could we afford a taxi? - Sure. Where do you want to go?
The hospital.
She'll get white cells and platelets, the most important thing she needs.
- She doesn't want antimetabolites. - What does that mean?
It's a treatment that slows cell destruction. There are side effects.
Jenny's the boss. Whatever she wants.
You fellas do everything you can to make sure it doesn't hurt.
- You can be sure of that. - I don't care what it costs.
- It could take weeks and months. - Screw the cost.
There's no way of knowing how long she'll linger.
I want her to have the very best.
I'm wealthy. I'm rich. Really, I'm like a millionaire.
- How have you been? - Fine, sir.
- And how is Jennifer? - She's fine, sir.
I need to borrow $5,000 for a very good reason.
Well?
- Sir? - May I know the reason?
I can't tell you. Just lend me the money, please.
- Don't they pay you at the firm? - Yes, sir.
- And doesn't she teach... - Don't call her "she".
- Doesn't Jennifer... - Leave her out of it.
Just write out a cheque. It's a very important personal matter.
You got some girl in trouble?
Yeah, that's it.
Please lend me the money.
Thank you, Father.
How is she?
She wants the troops home for Christmas.
- Always running the show. - She may succeed.
- That fast? - Yes.
Hello, baby.
Phil.
How is it going, Mrs B?
It's going, preppy. The troops will be home for Christmas.
- That's a little trite. - It's the goddamn truth.
Watch your language. There's a grown-up present.
I hope so. Phil made a few promises.
Don't worry, Jenny.
Maybe I ought to let you guys...
I'll be nearby.
It doesn't hurt, Ollie, really it doesn't.
It's like falling off a cliff in slow motion.
Only after a while, you wish you'd hit the ground already, you know?
Yeah.
Bullshit! You never fell off a cliff!
Yes, I did. When I met you.
Yeah.
"What a falling off was there".
- Who said that? - I don't know. Shakespeare?
Yeah, but who?
I mean, what play?
I went to Radcliffe, I'm supposed to remember those things.
I once knew all the Mozart Köchel listings.
- Big deal. - You bet it was.
What number is the A Major Concerto?
- I don't know. I'll look it up. - But I used to know all those things.
- Do you want to talk music? - What do you want to talk? Funerals?
No, I don't.
Ollie?
I told Phil he could have a Catholic service
and you'd say OK. OK?
It'll really help him a lot, you know?
OK.
Now you've got to stop being sick.
Me?
That guilty look on your face, it's sick.
Stop blaming yourself, you stupid preppy! It's nobody's fault!
It's not your fault.
That's the only thing I'll ask you. Otherwise I know you'll be OK.
Screw Paris!
What?
Screw Paris and music and everything you thought you stole from me.
I don't care, don't you believe that?
Then get the hell out of here! I don't want you at my deathbed!
I believe you.
I really do.
That's better.
Would you please do something for me?
Would you please hold me?
I mean really hold me. Next to me.
Philip?
I wish...
I wish I hadn't promised Jenny...
I wish I hadn't promised Jenny to be strong for you.
Oliver.
Why didn't you tell me?
I made some calls and, as soon as I found out, I jumped in the car.
Oliver, I want to help.
Jenny's dead.
- I'm sorry. - Love...
Love means never having to say you're sorry.
Subtitles by Pam Atkinson
ENGLISH SDH