(Train bell ringing)
MAN (on PA): The New York Super Chief, with service from Salt Lake,
Denver, Kansas City and points east,
- is now arriving on track one. - (Train horn blowing)
(Crossing bell clanging)
♪♪ (Country: piano, combo)
WOMAN: ♪ If you've got leavin' on your mind ♪
♪ Tell me now, get it over ♪
(Chattering)
♪ Hurt me now, get it over ♪
♪ If you've got leavin' on your mind ♪
♪ If there's a new love in your heart ♪
♪ Tell me now, get it over ♪
♪ Hurt me now ♪
♪ Get it over ♪
♪ If there's a new love in your heart ♪
Beg your pardon.
MAN (on PA): Passengers continuing on the Super Chief,
with service to Sacramento and Oakland,
should now be on board.
♪♪ (Continues, faint)
- Can I help you, miss? - Please.
- I'll bring those right out for you. - Thank you.
WOMAN: Professor Bell?
- Call me Vivian. - Welcome to Reno.
- Thank you. - I'm down the street there, Quint.
- Right. - Hey, Francie!
- Hey, Burnett. - I've got space if you're filling up.
No such luck. (Chuckles)
Well, you looking forward to some good desert living?
Actually, I'm looking forward to getting these shoes off.
God, it's awful when your dogs hurt.
That's the kindest thing anyone's said to me in three days.
(Chuckles) How long were you married, honey?
Twelve years.
Oh, no, no. We handle all gratuities.
Quint!
That's the lucky one.
QUINT: Sure could have used it last night.
Ouch.
(Engine starts)
See you in six weeks, ma'am.
Soon as we're out of this clatter, you can tell me all about yourself.
I used to be a featured dancer in that casino right over there.
A hundred years ago.
(Chuckles) God!
You got any kids?
We were a professional couple.
Oh.
Yeah, my man was a professional too.
He was a prominent attorney here in town.
Went with a heart attack at 41.
I'm sorry.
- How long have you been alone? - Oh, I'm not alone.
I got my boy with me.
My girl works right over there at the Golden Ring.
Oh, God, she's got Glen's wild streak runnin' right through her.
VIVIAN: I've always lived in the city.
I won't know what to do with all this space.
FRANCES: I think of it as God's backyard.
Just sit back and let it clean out the impurities.
- And the heat? - Lots of iced tea and no deep thinking.
I'll buy that.
Oh, brother.
- (Car passes) - (tires screeching)
♪♪ (Radio: rock 'n' roll)
- FRANCES: What are you doin' up at this hour? - Things to do!
Professor Bell, Cay Rivers.
How do you do?
Whoo!
- Should I call you Professor? - Vivian Bell.
♪♪ (Continues)
- Put that damn car in drive! - (Horn honking)
- Jesus!
Three guesses who that was.
- Do you mind if I smoke? - Sure don't.
Never would've tagged you for a smoker.
Can I be honest with you, Frances?
It's a dyin' art, so be my guest.
Things are...
a little bit shaky for me at the moment.
I appreciate your sharing that.
I really... can't face being one of the gang right now.
- (Pats Vivian's knee) - Just leave it to me.
Thanks.
♪♪ (Country)
WOMAN: ♪ Tonight ♪
♪ They're singing in the villa ♪
♪ Tomorrow ♪
♪ You'll be gone so far ♪
♪ Hold me close ♪
♪ And say you love me ♪
♪ While Amigo plays ♪
♪ His blue guitar ♪
Hey, Walter, we're here!
♪♪ (Continues, faint)
Walter, shake hands with Professor Vivian.
- Hi. - Hello.
You're younger than I expected.
Well, I'm not sure that's a compliment, but thank you, Walter.
Get the bags, Walter.
FRANCES: You're gonna love it here.
♪ I'll be blue ♪
♪ As Amigo's guitar ♪
Well, here it is.
Nice, huh?
- It's lovely. - Oh.
- Walter will take you to your room. - Thank you.
- Bathroom's over there. - Thank you.
What do you teach?
I teach English Literature at Columbia University.
116th Street and Broadway, New York, New York.
I know you'd like me to hang around and give you a history of the ranch.
How did you guess, Walter?
(Horse nickering outside)
(Cow lowing outside)
(Sighs)
(Horse whinnying)
Why didn't I stay at a hotel?
(Sighs)
(Cow lowing)
♪ If I feel it burn ♪
♪ I start to yearn ♪
♪ To hold you tight ♪
(Laughs)
- Guess what, baby girl. - What?
- I am engaged. - Hey.
- Hey, babe. - Isn't that a pretty sight?
- Careful it don't blind you, now. - (Laughs)
And...
I ain't pregnant either.
- (Chuckles) - Well, hell.
Joe and I are settlin' down. You and Darrell should follow suit.
Then we could go away together on vacations.
Don't you know by now it doesn't happen with Darrell?
I'm gettin' tired of defending your reputation.
I'm used to people talking behind my back.
But if you didn't accept who I am...
that would really be tough.
Hey.
You're the best.
- And all the best people know it. - (Chuckles)
MAN: ♪ Hey, get rhythm ♪
♪ When you get the blues ♪
♪ Come on, get rhythm ♪
♪ When you get the blues ♪
♪ Get a rock 'n' roll feeling in your bones ♪
- ♪ Put taps on your toes and get going ♪ - (bell ringing, coins clattering)
♪ Get rhythm ♪
♪ When you get the blues ♪
♪ A little shoeshine boy He never can slow down ♪
♪ But he's got the dirtiest job in town ♪
♪♪ (Continues)
Here you go. Thank you.
- Good luck. Thank you. - (Bell ringing, coins clattering)
- Would you like to play that off, sir? - Sherman.
All righty, Sherman. Would you like to play that off?
Oh, I think I'd rather play you off, honey.
Why don't you apologize to the lady, buddy?
- I just... aah! - Apologize, buddy.
Sorry.
- That makes two of us. - Thanks.
- You okay? - Yeah.
♪ Get rhythm ♪
(Clock chiming)
- FRANCES: Cup of tea? - Oh, Frances.
- Do you have any bourbon? - Sure do.
Matter of fact, I'll join you.
Wouldn't do you any harm to have several.
It's the weather.
I've just about... read myself out.
Sounds like Cay.
She locks herself up in that cottage of hers
and works until she drops.
- What does she work at? - She sculpts.
Oh, God. Don't look at that stuff.
Lot of sentimental junk. I've got no taste.
That's Glen. Cay's father.
I had Walter by him.
I'm not Cay's mother, you know.
I'm, uh...
I don't know what I am. I'm...
Not anything, really. Just... a pair of hands...
and a familiar face. (Chuckles)
Thank you.
Oh, God. Look at him.
Handsome as the day is long.
And married.
I lived with him for ten years.
Well, uh...
maybe I didn't get a bridal bouquet to add to my collection over there,
but I had what I wanted.
I had a love of my own.
That's a beautiful song.
You had more than most people dare hope for.
Oh.
Don't pay attention. I'm...
(Chuckles) I just babble on.
I'm a silly woman.
I don't think you're a silly woman, Frances.
(Coyotes howling in distance)
(Both chuckling)
Hi.
You and me should make a raisin cream pie.
- I'm too depressed. - In this air?
She'll be fine when she's rid of that creep.
Larry's not a creep.
Any man who leaves a woman for a model is a creep in my book.
I don't know which is worse, a cheater or a hobby nut.
Well, at least you can share a hobby, Lucille.
I suppose we'd all put in for a new past if we could.
- Well, good morning. - Good morning.
- I came down to stretch my legs. - It's about time.
What have you been doing in that room for the last five days?
Whatever it is, it's too deep for us to understand.
Come on, sit down. Join the girl talk. Come on.
We were discussing sex versus marriage.
Well, I'm not an expert in either category, so I'll excuse myself.
LUCILLE: I hear you cultured types go at it like banshees.
- FRANCES: Lucille! - Is that true?
VIVIAN: Well, actually banshees were folklore women whose wailing foretold death.
Perhaps you meant to say monkeys.
Hey.
Well, I... I gotta get started on my pie.
Lucille, would you drop Cay's mail by the cottage for me?
I'll take it.
I'm going for a walk anyway.
FRANCES: You can just slip it under the door.
I mean, you don't have to knock.
- Good morning. - Mornin'.
♪♪ (record player: man singing)
♪ Without a dream in my heart ♪
♪ Without a love of my own ♪
♪ Blue moon ♪
I was just passing by.
♪ You knew just what I was there for ♪
Thanks.
♪ You heard me saying a prayer for ♪
You wanna come in?
Oh, I'd love to, but you're busy.
Well, come on in anyway.
♪♪ (Singer continues, vocalizing)
See if I can take it all in in one polite glance.
Have a look around.
♪ Without a love of my own ♪
I can't do it if you're watching me.
♪ You saw me standing alone ♪
- Hi. - Hi.
Hello.
- Where's Cay? - I'm here.
You can go back to sleep.
I'm sorry I wasn't alone.
Well, socializing wasn't what I had in mind anyway.
♪♪ (Singer continues, vocalizing)
How you get all that traffic with no equipment is beyond me.
♪ Without a love of my own ♪
♪ Blue moon ♪
♪♪ (Vocalizing)
- Where you off to? - Lawyer's appointment.
No sense in taking two cars.
- I wouldn't want to intrude. - Who'd bring her back?
Oh, don't worry about it, Frances. Hop out, Gwen.
You'd have the car for the day and save me a trip.
Cay, I'm countin' on you to drive like a lady. Hear?
Somebody used it for an ashtray. Come on up front.
Long time no see, Miss Parker.
I'm handling it.
- Vivian, this is my friend Gwen. - From the cottage.
Yes. Nice to see you again.
MAN: ♪ Well, be-bop-a-lula, she's my baby ♪
♪ Be-bop-a-lula I don't mean maybe ♪
♪ Be-bop-a-lula She's my baby ♪
- ♪ Be-bop-a-lula, I d ‒ ♪ - ♪♪ (Changes station to classical)
- Are you serious? - About what?
Listening to this funeral music, for one.
- Do you know this piece, Vivian? - Mm-hmm.
It's Prokofiev. "A Suite for Three Oranges."
It's lovely, isn't it?
I better get to the record store before they sell out.
Aw, come on, Gwen. We all have a sensitive side.
I don't recall you mentioning that last night.
♪♪ (Classical continues)
- (Changes station) - ♪ 'Cause she's the one that loves me so ♪
♪ Say be-bop-a-lula She's my baby ♪
♪ Be-bop-a-lula I don't mean maybe ♪
- Thank you. - You want me to wait?
I'm sure you have better things to do than wait for me.
- Listen, I'm sorry about the ride in. - You know what I'm here for.
- Why should I understand your friends? - I'll leave the keys in the visor.
I have more important things to do than think about how I'll get back.
Oh, but thanks anyway.
You're welcome.
It appears from the agreement Dr. Bell's walking off with the whole store.
I've always supported myself.
Other than my books, there's nothing I wanted.
- Is there a third party? - No.
It's a rare woman that wants out with no strings.
What are your grounds?
It's not that I haven't practiced this.
(Chuckles)
Well, lawyers ain't the easiest folks to talk to.
- You enjoyin' the ranch? - It's different.
Yeah, yeah. They're one bunch of kooks out there.
Look, Mr. Warner, I am 35 years old. I want an honest life.
I am leaving a decent marriage to see if I can find one.
Not having children helps, although our careers
served very much the same purpose, binding us together for all those years.
We were very big on form.
The right friends, the right prints on the wall.
I yearned for something we couldn't analyze or reason away.
I want to be free of who I've been.
And your husband?
Martin would be content to have me with him regardless of how I feel.
- He wouldn't contest the suit? - No. No.
Well...
we better go with mental cruelty.
We have never treated each other with anything but...
No, no, no, no. It's just an umbrella term.
Nevada law prefers it.
A headache or two.
I mean, surely he refused to visit the in-laws once in a while.
Mr. Warner, I may spend the rest of my life alone.
I've made a very difficult decision, and it wasn't based on a headache or two.
- (Clock chiming) - Ooh.
Martini time. Would you have a drink with me?
Please go on.
Well, first thing I'm obliged to advise my clients on
is not to leave the state once residency is established.
A lot of folks like to run on down to San Francisco for a hoot and a holler.
Don't misunderstand me, Mr. Warner.
But hell, that wouldn't apply in this case, no.
No, I... I trust we could leave the keys with you anytime.
Thank you.
Okay, put your stuff in here.
Be sure to lock it. And the change room is right in there.
Everybody, this is Joyce.
- Hi, Joyce! - Hi.
I'm gonna leave you with the girls and I'll see you out on the floor.
Okay.
Cay, I'd like to see you in my office.
Please.
- Oh, Darrell, where should I put the key? - WOMAN (Mutters): Oh, brother.
- I'll show her where to put it. - (Women chuckling)
Why, thank you, Silver.
WOMAN (Sighs): Not real subtle, that one.
Cay?
Do you know how much I love you?
I start out wanting to express myself, and then I just ruin it, don't I?
There's nothing to ruin, Darrell.
And I've been honest with you about why.
I know the score.
I could look the other way if I had to.
Cay.
- VIVIAN: Oh. - Shh.
- Excuse me. - Frances is awake.
I just thought I'd make myself a cup of tea.
Oh, let me get it for you.
Don't bother. I could use the practice.
- (Teapot clatters) - Shh!
Would you please just go sit down? If she hears us, figure on an hour to get away.
I'll come back when it's less complicated.
Shit!
Shh!
- What did you do? Shh. Shh. - (Laughing)
(Muttering) Okay. Come on.
- (Pot clatters) - (Laughs)
(Laughing continues)
- Get my boot. - Shh!
- Oh, my God. (Laughing) - Wait a minute.
(Laughing continues)
- (Objects clattering) - Shh!
Please, don't turn the light on.
What's the matter? You having a rough night?
Yes, you could say that.
Listen. I'm up all hours.
Next time you can't sleep, come on by the cottage.
A little company beats counting the flowers on the wall.
You're gonna make me cry.
No, I'm gonna make you some tea.
FRANCES: Is that Cay?
(Sighs)
Yeah.
Bring me a Coke, will you? I've got a glass.
- Who's in the kitchen? - Vivian's making some tea.
Oh. She's so nice.
I swear, this whole place has gone up a notch since she came.
Whew!
I spent the whole night skirting a migraine.
You're wearing that one out, Frances.
Well...
(Whimpering) everything's falling apart.
It's the middle of the night. It'll be together by morning.
All right. What's falling apart?
The ranch, for one.
Business is so lousy, I won't be able to hang on much longer.
Remember the good old days?
You can't drink back the good old days.
If I do sell,
I want you to come with me.
I can just picture us in two rooms together.
Oh, it'll be bigger than that!
If you come with me,
you can quit the casino and go to art school.
Oh, button yourself up.
Professor don't need to see your business popping through.
- Where are your pants? - I gotta go.
I'm not stayin', so don't squeeze.
You and Walter are all I got left of Glen.
Glen's dead.
Not if I still have you.
One of these days I'm gonna meet somebody that counts.
Counts?
With what you run around with?
I'm not asking you to be on my side. But if you stand in my way ‒
(Coyote howling in distance)
Now go to sleep.
Don't empty out my icebox.
Good night, Frances.
(Door closes)
(Horse whinnying)
(Hoof beats)
Good morning!
- Good morning. - When was the last time you were on a horse?
Oh, too long ago for me to even remember.
Well, take off your reading glasses and come on out here.
I didn't know you painted, Frances.
- The Last Supper. - Mm-hmm.
Uh-oh. Looks like somebody didn't pack riding clothes.
I thought my riding days were behind me.
Here. Try this on for size.
- Hey. - (Chuckles)
Reserve a standing place at the mantle for me.
Good times will hurt you in the end.
(Chuckles)
VIVIAN: Sorry about the ride in the other day.
I temporarily lost my sense of humor.
It's awful to forget how to laugh.
CAY: I'm the one who gets by on laughs. What you're going through takes real courage.
VIVIAN: You're the first person who's said that. Everyone else...
Well, maybe I am up to the risk.
CAY: Well, there you go. Maybe some of your gambling spirit will rub off on me.
I'm sure no one accuses you of playing it safe.
Only because they don't really know me.
There are so many things that I want to do that I'm afraid to try.
- You have ambitions. - I do all right here.
But there's always another story under the surface. You know what I mean?
I'm about to. My surface is all but worn away.
Have you realized all your ambitions?
No. Just my plans.
What do you tell folks when they ask you what went wrong with your marriage?
- I tell you it drowned in still waters. - Say no more.
♪♪ (Country: ballad)
(Whinnies)
WOMAN: ♪ Crazy ♪
♪ I'm crazy for feelin' ♪
♪ So lonely ♪
♪ I'm crazy ♪
♪ Crazy for feelin' ♪
♪ So blue ♪
♪ I knew ♪
♪ You'd love me as long as you wanted ♪
♪♪ (Continues)
Hey! Hot dice, Joe. Congratulations.
Congratulations? A hundred bucks for the ring. I need condolences.
- Not the way her eyes are sparkling. - That ain't sparkle. It's panic.
- Aww. - Aww.
(Grunts)
Give me a kiss to last the whole shift.
Pervert.
- You got a date, Cay? - Nope.
Pick up an extra steak, lover.
Hey!
I'm in a "can't keep my hands off him" phase.
Are you inviting me over to watch the show?
I want to find out why you've been walking around like you swallowed the canary.
Joe's in the kitchen. You're in the tub.
Jesus, I'm happy.
Okay, now start talkin'.
- You're gonna laugh. - This must be serious.
I think I found somebody who counts.
From the beginning, and don't step over the good parts.
Well...
she's an English professor.
- And she's ten years older than I am. - (Laughs)
Well, rock and roll!
It sounds a lot funnier than it is.
She out at the ranch?
Where you promised not to mess around.
Mmm.
Vivian Bell.
I just say her name and I want to smile.
- Are you sleepin' with her? - No. And I probably won't.
Does she want to?
It's not about that, Sil.
Just you remember, she's gonna pick up her decree and be gone.
Well, maybe by then I'll figure out something in this screwed-up little life of mine.
I love your life, babe.
I wouldn't wanna be here without it.
(Chuckles) You look like two desserts.
SILVER: I beg your pardon.
You know, sometimes I wish I knew what it felt like to be a gorgeous woman.
- You want the ring back, honey? - No.
- Maybe I'll be reincarnated. - (Both laughing)
I'll go put the steaks on.
- Joe? - Hmm?
I'm afraid if it stays this good,
I'm gonna find a way to screw it up.
Hey, don't I always get you through the good times?
Huh, babe?
MAN (On screen): Gosh, Gloria, isn't this better than sitting there...
- (Movie continues) - Cay behaves herself all right the other day?
She was absolutely charming.
MAN: I don't know. When you're close to me like this...
I wouldn't be too won over by her.
I don't understand.
Well, it's just that...
she doesn't have anything in common with
a person of your caliber.
- GLORIA: In a canoe? - MAN: Anywhere.
I've seen this movie. Good night.
MAN: I'll come home every night and you'll be waiting there.
♪♪ (Man singing)
- You gonna stay in there all day? - VIVIAN: Yes.
Okay, I'll get you some lunch.
Bye.
(Laughs)
- (Chattering) - ♪♪ (Singing continues)
Oh, no, no. It's very... very charming.
It's too big.
(Laughs)
♪♪ (Singing continues)
Take it all off.
I was gettin' nowheres fast with my singing career,
so I started to work at the casino
in the hopes of bein' discovered.
Mmm.
- Who named you Silver? - I did.
But she still answers to Sylvia when she's weary.
I'll ignore that, Catherine Anne.
Uh-oh. Here comes snake eyes.
You're a hard one to track down.
I thought your nights were spent sniffin' after Joyce.
You got it backwards for a change.
- This here's our friend, Vivian. - Mmm.
- Whose friend? - My friend.
- I'm Darrell. - How do you do?
You're probably doin' better.
So, we're gonna see you in that new outfit you just bought, huh?
I don't know. I barely had the nerve to buy it.
But Cay persuaded me to throw caution to the wind.
That's what she's best at.
I think I'm going to try my luck.
Whatever you set out to do,
you accomplished quite the opposite.
From where I sit, Cay is steppin' way out of her range with that woman.
You want a tip?
Change your seat.
(Slot machine levers pulling)
- Thank you for a really lovely day. - You're welcome.
Good luck.
(Whinnies)
Oh, my girdle is killing me.
You know, I was on six Miltown a day before I got here.
Wringing the hands, the kids, guilt, the whole bit.
- Really? - Yeah.
I'm surprised. You seem so self-assured.
Thanks to Buck Euchre. Amazing what a little "understanding" will do.
I know what you mean. Cay and I are becoming friends too. It does help.
Not that it's any of my concern,
but you should think twice before you hang around with her.
You're right, Lucille. It's not your concern.
Did you know that she was kicked out of college for "unnatural acts," as they say?
Shall I raise my eyebrows and gasp?
Well, I'm definitely out to lunch when it comes to queers.
Aren't you?
I don't think either of us will be sorely missed, Lucille.
Well, nobody said it didn't take all kinds, Vivian.
And you're certainly making a unique contribution.
(Hoof beats)
Hey, Buck! Over here!
- MAN: ♪ I'm a honky-tonk man ♪ - (Slot machine bells ringing)
♪ And I can't seem to stop ♪
♪ I love to give the girls a whirl To the music of an old jukebox ♪
♪ But when my money's all gone I'm on the telephone ♪
♪ I'm hollerin', Hey, hey, mama Can your daddy come home? ♪
♪♪ (Continues)
Are you winning?
Go away. Yes.
♪ That's when I wanna see The lights of town ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm a honky-tonk man ♪
♪ And I can't seem to stop ♪
♪♪ (Continues)
(Bell ringing)
If you don't play, you can't win.
Oh, Buck!
- Whoo! - (Laughs)
Good luck.
Bet out here. Craps. Four and a half, seven. Get a bet down to win.
- Put them down here to win. - WOMAN: Red! Come on! Red!
Coming out again. Bet 'em up.
Your time is my time.
Come here, darlin'. Change my luck.
No, sir. I don't... really. I don't know how to play this game.
Well, I know how to play it, and I'm down 200 bucks.
Now, you just give 'em a nice shake and roll 'em for luck.
Play a pair, put 'em in the air. Now let 'em go.
- Any old seven. - MAN: Come on, sweet thing.
- Winner, winner. - (Onlookers cheering)
Do it again, you beautiful thing.
Comin' out again. Same lucky lady comin' up.
Come on now. Let's go. You can do it!
- (Onlookers cheering) - A winner! Winner, winner. On a run now.
(Onlookers cheering)
Right here's the main game.
This time blow on 'em. Just like that.
Then roll 'em. Roll a seven. Come on, roll 'em.
CROUPIER: Here we go. Comin' out.
Craps. Two craps two. Up jumps the devil. Lie it in there.
Oh, I'm sorry.
You did real fine. (Chuckles)
- I can't take that. - Sure you can.
- No, I really... - We can use that to get married.
- Come on. You're cashing in. - CROUPIER: What's he gonna do?
Get a bet down somewhere to win. Here we go.
(Door closes)
♪♪ (Frances humming)
Well...
Pat's passin' on the engagement party tomorrow night.
And I can't say as I blame her.
All she'll be missin' is a lot of vulgar goings-on,
drinkin' their heads off.
Made your favorite. Pancakes.
You won't like it, in the middle of all that ruckus.
I'm not going.
- Sensible. - Why not?
I have lectures to prepare. I only have a week and a half left.
Come on. Let your hair down for once.
Did Darrell put you off?
- I beg your pardon? - Let's not fuss.
Eat your breakfast and leave the woman alone.
This doesn't concern you, Frances!
Honest.
You're skating on thin ice, girl.
I want you to come.
How can you resist such a passionate plea?
Vivian? You okay?
Walk with me.
I apologize for not stepping in and taking your side.
I sure wanted to.
- Do something for me now? - You name it, and it's yours.
You're a wise observer.
Why does your mother resent Cay's friendliness towards me?
'Cause she wants Cay all to herself.
Does she mind you and I spending time?
- (Thunder rumbling) - I don't believe I'll inquire.
(Chuckles) We're fated to be pals, Walter.
I felt that way ever since we first met.
- Care for a Chiclet? - I'd love one.
Based on what you said,
would you reconsider going tomorrow night?
No, I...
I don't think I'd be comfortable celebrating with strangers.
I'm pretty sure Cay could probably get me invited.
Are you asking me to be your date, Walter?
Well, not exactly my date.
I know plenty of girls. I'd just escort you, that's all.
Where'd you learn to be such a gentleman?
The movies.
We'd make an odd couple, I guarantee you that.
I could care less about stupid opinions.
(Guests chattering)
Folks, may I have your attention, please?
WOMAN: Quiet the hell down!
We want to welcome you to our little celebration, courtesy of Mr. Joe Lorenzo.
(Women shouting)
And a special round of applause for our star attraction, Miss Silver Dale.
(Audience cheering)
You can stop clappin', because I plan to sing more than one.
MAN: All right! All night long!
I... I wrote this song last week,
- and I've been singing it everywhere. - Shh, shh, shh.
MAN: Oh, mama!
I wrote it for...
for everybody that I love in this room.
MAN: We love you too, baby.
Joe?
Joe.
I'm holding you off the ground the whole time I'm singing this song.
WOMAN: Whoo, Lord.
Okay, boys.
Let's hit it.
♪♪ (Piano)
- ♪♪ (Band: country) - WOMAN: Sing it, Silver! Yeah!
♪ I need to find someone that's mine ♪
♪ I been so lonely ♪
MAN: Yee-hoo!
♪ I've tried a few ♪
♪ Wouldn't do ♪
♪ So lonely ♪
♪ Now I'm hoping these days end ♪
♪ And better days begin ♪
♪ I'm lookin' ♪
♪ For someone to love ♪
- Whoo! - WOMAN: You go now!
♪ You lit a spark inside my heart ♪
♪ The flame burns so bright ♪
♪ As I feel it burn, I start to yearn ♪
♪ To hold you tight ♪
- WOMEN: Whoo! - MAN: Hold you too, honey!
♪ And though I gave no sign ♪
♪ You must have read my mind ♪
♪ I'm lookin' ♪
♪ For someone to love ♪
♪ Oh, I'm lookin' ♪
♪ For someone ♪
♪ To love ♪
- (audience cheering, applauding) - I love you, Joe.
MAN: Whoo!
MAN (on speakers): ♪ Since you've gone ♪
♪ The moon, the sun ♪
♪ The stars in the sky ♪
♪ Know the reason ♪
♪ Why I cry ♪
♪ Love divine ♪
♪ Once was mine ♪
♪ Now you've gone ♪
CHORUS: ♪ Now you've gone ♪
♪ Since you've gone ♪
♪ My heart, my lips ♪
- ♪♪ (Continues) - What are you dreaming about, old lady?
Glen and me used to go dancing here.
I swear, if I was to turn around right now...
it's like he'd be standing right behind me.
Why him and nobody else?
'Cause he reached in...
and put a string of lights
around my heart.
Those days are good and gone.
But you're still the best dancer in town.
You better believe it.
(Both laughing)
(Laughs)
Thank you.
Miss Parker? I'm cutting in.
Why, you go right ahead.
♪ Oh ♪
CHORUS: ♪ What I'd give ♪
- MAN: ♪ What I'd give ♪ - ♪ Oh, what I'd give ♪
- ♪ For the time I've wasted ♪ - ♪ Time I've wasted ♪
- ♪ But ... ♪
♪♪ (fades)
VIVIAN: So, why do you live at the ranch?
- It's my hideout. - Hmm.
- I know all about hideouts. - (Chuckles)
What are you hiding from?
Anything I can't handle.
- Well, I'm relieved to hear that. - (Laughs)
You know I'm not allowed to go over the state line.
- I'll tell you what. - What?
If any rules get broken, I'll take the blame, okay?
Okay.
And I'll tell you what.
I would prefer... that none did.
- Vivian. - What?
I believe you're loaded.
Mmm.
I couldn't imagine doing this if I wasn't.
What are you doing?
- Huh? - ♪♪ (humming)
(Bird calling)
- So, how long were you with Darrell? - Not long.
What happened?
I allowed myself to get attracted to his attraction for me.
- For him that spelled love. - And for you?
(Chuckles) Well, let's put it this way.
I didn't exactly get the brass ring.
- How do you get it? - With a woman.
Are you trying to shock me?
No. I was only telling you the truth.
Have I misled you in any way?
Not for a minute.
Because you know I care a lot about you, Cay, but I...
(Thunder clap)
(Thunder claps)
Roll it all the way down.
You don't have to stop.
I do.
(Car door opens)
Where'd you learn to kiss like that?
I don't know where that came from.
It's back where it belongs and I...
I don't wanna talk about it anymore.
Take me back.
(Laughs) I can't see a thing.
I'll take my chances.
Just drive.
- Are you okay? - I guess.
Well, looks like you two got caught.
We took a drive out to the lake after the party.
Must've been quite a sight to keep you out till now.
Somebody checkin' in?
No. Somebody's checkin' out.
I made a reservation at the Riverside.
Your bags are packed.
I didn't think our leaving the party would cause concern, Frances.
It also caused talk.
Here's your refund check.
- That was uncalled for. - CAY: Oh, for God's sake.
Don't you talk to me about God, girl!
You've made your point, Frances.
It's just as well I leave anyway.
- I'll never forgive you for this. - I'll never forgive myself.
Lettin' her come here with her books and her influence over my family!
CAY: Shut up, Frances!
I can't claim angels' wings...
but I am normal.
To think I was proud to call you a friend.
May I tell you, the betrayal is mutual.
(Door opens)
- I want to do that. - Walter, bring them here!
Can't you find somethin' better to do?
Not since you came on the scene.
Get in the house.
Now!
- Can I go with you? - I can't.
I'll be at Silver's. Will you call?
Let's go.
Guess the only way to save my plants from your damn car exhaust
is to buy you a new one.
I'm movin' out, Frances.
- Why? - To get your hands off my life.
Sounds like your father.
Usin' my place to hang your hat.
You want things without lovin' them. That's greed!
Wasn't greed took you in when your mother left you.
And it wasn't greed that was his sole comfort for ten years.
That's a fancy word for what you really were!
It'll be a cold day in August when I take in another educated tart!
She meant somethin' to me, and you knew it.
She'd have broke your heart more than I ever could.
That's no reason to stay.
♪♪ (Country intro)
MAN: ♪ Put your sweet lips a little closer ♪
♪ To the phone ♪
♪ Let's pretend that we're together ♪
♪ All alone ♪
♪ I'll tell the man to turn the jukebox ♪
♪ Way down low ♪
- Hi. - Hi.
♪ And you can tell your friend there With you ♪
- ♪ He'll have to go ♪ - You're out $50.
Fifty dollars? That can't be.
♪ Whisper to me ♪
♪ Tell me, do you love me true? ♪
I'm sorry.
- ♪ Or is he holding you ♪ - You gonna work tonight?
- Yeah, sure. - ♪ The way I do? ♪
♪ Though love is blind ♪
- Good night. - ♪ Make up your mind ♪
♪ I've got to know ♪
♪ Should I hang up or will you tell him ♪
♪ He'll have to go? ♪
♪ You can't say the words I want to hear ♪
♪ While you're with another man ♪
♪ Do you want me? ♪
♪ Answer yes or no ♪
♪ Darlin', I will understand ♪
♪ Put your sweet lips a little closer ♪
♪ To the phone ♪
♪ Let's pretend that we're together ♪
♪ All alone ♪
♪ I'll tell the man to turn the jukebox ♪
♪ Way down low ♪
♪ And you can tell your friend there With you ♪
♪ He'll have to go ♪
MAN (on radio): Dave Rasher coming at you from KACE, downtown Reno,
the biggest little city in the world,
where it's 86 degrees.
WOMEN: ♪ If you're fond of sand dunes ♪
♪ And salty air ♪
♪ Quaint little villages here and there ♪
♪ You're sure ♪
♪ You're sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod ♪
(Car horn honking)
♪ Old Cape Cod, that old Cape Cod ♪
♪ If you like the taste of a lobster stew ♪
♪ Served by a window with an ocean view ♪
♪ You're sure ♪
♪ You're sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod ♪
(Phone ringing)
Hello.
Uh ‒ (Clears throat) No, Mr. Warner. It was a misunderstanding.
No, thank you. The accommodations are just fine here.
That really won't be necessary, Mr. Warner, although I appreciate it.
Um, if you need to get in touch with me, I will be here.
Thank you. Good-bye.
(Sirens wailing in distance)
Are you okay?
I've been better.
Yeah, I know what you mean.
Why did you come?
I guess I'm scared to death of never seeing you again.
Cay, you've got to let it go. You know that.
(Doorknob rattles)
Stop it.
I want you to open the door!
And I want you to leave me alone.
I can't!
Honest.
You look wonderful.
Are you kidding?
All right, Cay.
We'll talk.
You start.
- You kissed me. - And you kissed me.
And I kissed you.
I don't believe what I'm saying.
You see...
I enjoy order. I...
What happened between us... was innocent more than anything else.
And friendly. Don't forget that one.
I was really hoping we could have a mature conversation about this.
(Laughs) Well, so far we've talked about order and disorder and who kissed who.
What the hell does it matter anyway, since it was all so innocent and friendly?
Then I'll get to the damn point.
I am a respected scholar.
I've been married for many years to a respected scholar.
And for a moment's indiscretion, a fleeting lapse in judgment,
I stood in the rain and allowed Frances Parker,
a figure bearing not the slightest resemblance to anyone in my entire life's experience,
to humiliate us as if we were a pair of delinquents.
You should've told her off.
I'm not in the habit of raising my voice, or false issues.
When I retire, I will simply write a short story for my revenge...
- (Liquid pouring) - about this town, these people,
- these gamblers. - (Train whistle blowing)
My only clear memory is arriving.
The rest is a blur.
An absolute blur.
Oh, God.
(Bell chiming)
What do you think you're doing?
Waiting for you.
I want you to put on your clothes and leave.
- No, you don't. - Yes, I do.
No, you don't.
I, uh...
I wouldn't know what to do.
You can start by putting the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door.
(Door closes)
Well...
that part went smoothly.
So take your hands out of your pockets and come here.
I'm not... taking off my robe.
Well, everybody draws the line somewhere.
(Chuckles)
I don't usually...
feel this way at 11 o'clock in the morning.
(Breathing shakily)
(Chuckles)
I don't know if I've ever felt...
this way before.
(Bell chiming)
(Breathing shakily)
I'm sorry.
Mmm.
(Moans)
- (Moans) - (Water running)
(Sighs)
There goes the hot water.
(Sighs)
- Vivian. - Hmm?
We have to get out of here, you know.
Stand up. Take a walk.
I adore you for this.
Have a Coke.
- Window shop? - Mm-mmm.
(Billiard balls clacking)
- ♪♪ (Jukebox: country) - (Chattering)
WOMAN: ♪ As I sit here tonight ♪
♪ The jukebox playing ♪
Feeling sorry, Viv?
No. I feel exposed.
Because of me?
And me.
Do you know how beautiful you are right now?
I don't have a point of reference for this.
- I'm not great at it either. - But you've had the experience before.
Not this one.
My life has always been so controlled.
It's...
- And it will be again. - Sure. Of course.
An affair and divorce.
- Nothing to break stride about. - I love you.
An affair with a 25-year-old woman, I might add.
I really do.
I'm sure the students and the faculty will graciously acknowledge
that... these things happen.
I love you too.
WAITRESS: Compliments of the boys.
(Chuckles)
- Let's leave. - Oh, just relax.
- Check, please. - We haven't had dessert yet.
We'll get dessert from room service.
MAN: Hell, you talk to her.
Keep 'em, boys. The night's still young.
Night, honey.
(Car door closes)
Oh, come on. I'm used to this.
Well, I'm not.
Listen. You're just visiting the way I live.
It would suit you fine to hide away in that hotel room until your train leaves.
By all means, let's hire a float.
You are so insistent on everyone perceiving things the way you do.
Oh, yeah. I'm makin' real headway in that department.
No fear, no confusion. So self-assured.
I don't act that way to change the world!
I act that way so the goddamn world won't change me!
- Lower your voice. - Why? Is this a false issue?
Isn't there some way to make this easier?
Yeah.
You take the car, and I'll walk.
And that's as easy as it gets.
Does it have to unravel this quickly?
Comes with the territory.
I'll walk.
- It's 12 miles, Vivian. - Good.
Maybe it'll wake me up!
(Engine starts)
♪♪ (Radio: men vocalizing)
MAN: ♪ If your sweetheart ♪
♪ Sends a letter ♪
♪ Of good-bye ♪
- ♪ It's no secret ♪ - (Chattering)
♪ You'll feel better ♪
♪ If you cry ♪
- ♪ When waking ♪ - You'll never need me the way I need you.
- ♪ From a bad dream ♪ - That's not true.
♪ Don't you sometimes think it's real ♪
(Chattering)
MAN: There she is.
WOMAN: Let's go on in then.
♪♪ (Organ: "Wedding March")
(Man chattering)
Hi. Sorry we're late.
Walter couldn't find his tie.
Oh, Silver, honey, you look gorgeous.
MAN: Pick it up. Bring it with you.
Come on.
- Come on. - My train is dragging.
Five minutes.
- ♪♪ (Organ continues) - Let's go. Come on.
I'm glad to see you, Walter.
I'm glad to see you.
- Thank you. - My pleasure.
MINISTER: Morning and hello. It's Joe and Sylvia.
SILVER: Silver!
Well, Joe and Silver, where are you... Sylvia. Where are you nice people from?
- Brooklyn. - Charlottesville, Texas.
That's where all the pretty girls are.
At this time, I'm going to call upon the gentleman upstairs
for a special blessing for you.
(Chattering)
MAN: Mr. Silver!
Hi-ho, Silver!
- What did you think? - I cried all the way through.
It was real nice of you to come.
- Cay's the best. - Mm-hmm.
WOMAN: Congratulations.
MAN: Close your eyes, Joe!
Don't say I never gave you anything.
Whoo-whee!
- Have a good trip. - I'll see you in New York.
Yes, you will.
(Car doors closing)
MAN: Here you go, Sylvia!
Too bad things didn't work out different.
MAN: You guys have a good time.
(Chattering)
- (Horn honking) - (Cans clattering)
Truth is, you don't owe me one damn thing.
I got nothin' to hang onto you with anymore.
I love you, Frances.
I'll never accept what you do.
I know.
I just don't understand it.
Women together.
She just reached in,
put a string of lights around my heart.
- Don't keep her waitin'. - Oh, Frances.
Be happy for somebody once in your life.
Oh. (Chuckling)
Oh, God. (Laughing)
Look at us.
Standin' in the middle of the street. (Laughing continues)
Next thing you know, they'll be talkin' about me.
(Engine starts)
Is that it then?
I've known you longer than anybody in my life.
Meaning?
That'll never be it.
(Phone ringing)
Well, congratulations, Vivian.
Looks like you can head on back to New York City a free woman.
Unless, of course, some fella here stole your heart.
(Chuckling)
- How 'bout a drink to celebrate? - I'd love one, but ‒
That's all right. I think I understand.
Boy, you look different.
I see you have yourself a new pen pal.
No. I have much more than that, Mr. Warner.
Thank you.
Good luck to ya.
(Bell chiming)
- Can I talk you into staying one more day? - Yes.
Do you want me to?
No.
- I'll come back, that's all. - When?
Christmas.
- I don't know what you want. - It's you I want.
Cay?
Aren't you coming?
I'll see you at the station.
Can't we have dinner?
No.
Why?
Because being with you is starting to hurt.
I want...
I want to say good-bye alone.
We've been saying good-bye from the beginning.
I gotta go.
(Groans)
♪♪ (Standard pop ballad)
WOMAN: ♪ I wished on the moon ♪
♪ For something I never knew ♪
♪ Wished on the moon ♪
♪ For more than I ever knew ♪
♪ A sweeter rose ♪
♪ A softer sky ♪
♪ And April days ♪
VIVIAN: You use too much sugar.
CAY: I won't stir it.
- I got another postcard from Silver today. - How are they?
Aren't all honeymoon cards the same?
"Incredibly divine. Just like a movie set. We're never coming back."
- Come with me. - Oh, sure thing.
Could you just picture me with your set?
If you want a sure thing, stay in Reno.
As for my friends,
I managed to get through an hour with, uh... Gwen.
It's a nice offer, Vivian, but there are still a few, um, loose ends.
To say the least.
- Then why'd you make it? - Because I care about you.
Because I think you deserve to live somewhere with...
or near someone who sees how wonderful you are...
for exactly who you are.
CONDUCTOR: All aboard!
That's why we'll never finish this conversation.
If it didn't please you, you wouldn't have to stay.
Yeah, well, we'll talk about it one of these days.
Ride with me to the next station.
What are we gonna get settled in 40 minutes?
I'll talk fast.
Send me a postcard when you get there.
- What is it you want? - Another 40 minutes with you.
♪ Just meant for me ♪
♪ I looked for every loveliness ♪
♪ It all came true ♪
♪ I wished on the moon ♪
♪ Wished on the moon ♪
♪ For you ♪