All That Heaven Allows

[Woman] Hi, Cary.|- Hello, Sara.

you're way ahead of me.

of my trees, much less get them pruned.

Oh! I can't take|credit for that.

Martin always made the arrangements|with the nursery.

After his death, the service|just automatically continued.

Not that I haven't the time. With|the children away except for weekends,

- I've got nothing but time.|- Yes, I know.

That's enough about that.|Let's have our lunch. It's all ready.

- Darling, I can't have lunch.|- Oh?

I would have phoned, but I wanted|to bring back the dishes I borrowed.

Sometimes I think you're smart|not to be a club woman.

Sometimes I wonder,|but it's just not for me.

- I hope you didn't go to trouble.|- I didn't.

It's George. He just phoned.|He's bringing out a weekend guest.

Last-minute notice, as usual.

What with a hundred other things to do,|I've got to dig up a date tonight...

- For this Mr. Allenby.|- A date?

Look, he's 40, which means he'll|consider any female over 18 too old.

We might as well face it.|I've got to be off.

Oh, how about joining us tonight|at the club for dinner?

Well, no, Sara,|I don't think I'd better.

Don't be silly. I'll phone Harvey.|Pick you up around 7:30.

- Harvey?|- Oh, well, at least he's available.

- Bye, darling.|- Good-bye.

Engine Starting]

- Could I help you, Mrs. Scott?|- Well, yes, thank you.

- Just put it right there.|- All right.

- Would you like some hot coffee?|- Yeah, thanks.

Perhaps you'd like|to share my lunch with me.

My friend couldn't stay. I have plenty|of food. Chicken, salad and rolls.

- Just a roll and some coffee will do.|- All right.

- Won't you sit down?|- Mm-hmm.

I was just wondering|if there's much to be done.

- Everything looks so wonderful.|- Not much.

[Chuckles]

Do you think you'll finish today|or will you have to come back?

Well, probably will.

I often wish I knew more|about gardening.

Do you think|I ought to take it up?

Only if you think|you'd like it.

- I'm Mrs. Scott.|- Yes, I know.

- I'm Ron Kirby.|- Oh, you're Mr. Kirby's son.

Mm-hmm. I took over the nursery|three years ago when my father died.

Have you been coming here|ever since?

Mm-hmm. Every spring and every autumn.

This may be my last year.

At agricultural school, I got interested|in trees. So I started growing them.

- What kind of trees?|- All kinds.

White fir, Douglas fir,|silver tip spruce.

- Do I have any?|- [Chuckles] No.

But you have some|just as interesting.

Like this Koelreuteria.

In china where it comes from,|they call it the Golden Rain tree.

Beautiful, isn't it?

They say it can only thrive|near a home where there's love.

- It's a beautiful legend.|- Mm-hmm.

Well, I'd better|get back to work.

Thank you for the coffee.

[Boy] Hey, Mother!

Here I am!

Hello, darling!|- Hi!

- Ned|- Hi, mom.

I didn't expect you home|until tomorrow.

I didn't have a class today|so I phoned Kay from Princeton...

I was catching up on some case|histories... bane of the social worker...

- So I brought them along.|- When's dinner?

I've been invited out|for dinner.

- Where are you going?|- Sarah's giving a party at the club.

I'll have to get dressed. Harvey's|going to pick me up in a little while.

Harvey?

Oh, that's all right.|I'll go fix the cocktails.

- Harvey likes my martinis.|- Ned, the martini wizard.

Have you been seeing much of Harvey?|- No, dear, he's been out of town.

Florida, I think.|- I like Harvey.

He's pleasant, amusing,|and he acts his age.

If there's anything I can't stand,|it's an old goat.

As Freud says, when we reach|a certain age, sex becomes incongruous.

I think Harvey understands that.

##[Orchestra]

And the only bachelor|around here.

I'll admit,|he does have his drawbacks.

He talks too much|about his health,

but when you get to be his age,|it's understandable.

Of course, it's normal to|fall apart as one grows older.

But I can see|it might be hard to accept.

Although naturally it doesn't matter|as much with men as it does with women.

But, I guess Harvey's|intelligent enough anyway to...

this?

[Wolf Whistle]

It's about time you wore something|besides that old black velvet.

- Is it?|- Of course.

Personally, I never subscribed|to that old Egyptian custom.

At least I think it was Egypt.|- What egyptian custom?

Of walling up the widow alive in the|funeral chamber of her dead husband...

along with|his other possessions.

The theory being that|she was a possession too.

with him. The community saw to it.

Of course, that doesn't happen anymore.|- Doesn't it?

Well, perhaps not in Egypt.

- What do you mean?|- Oh, nothing. Let's go downstairs.

[Music Off]

Holy cats, Mother.

I've had it for quite a while.|I just haven't worn it.

- Do you like it?|- I guess it's all right.

[Doorbell Ringing]

Hope it doesn't|scare Harvey off.

- A typical Oedipus reaction.|- A what?

A son subconsciously resents his|mother being attractive to other men.

We call it an Oedipus complex.

[Door Closes]

- Good evening, Harvey.|- Cary, my dear! Well!

- And Kay!|- Hi, Harvey.

- You'll have a cocktail before you go?|- We have time.

- He's mixed it especially for you.|- Thank you.

- We've missed you.|- I'm glad.

- Did you enjoy Florida?|- Perfect, Kay, perfect. Cary!

I discovered one of the most|wonderful doctors down there.

Cured one of my eternal colds,|like that!

Mom, Harvey, the Scott special.|- Thank you, Ned.

- Thank you.|- Mmm!

Excellent, my boy! Excellent!

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