Cat on a Hot Tin Roof Page #4

Come out of there. I want to give you

the news about Big Daddy.

I told him already.

I just hate locked doors in the house.

I know you do

but people need privacy, don't they?

No, ma'am, not in my house.

What did you take this off for?

It looked so sweet on you.

Not sweet enough

for Big Daddy's birthday party.

Out!

Out, you little monster!

Mae and Gooper are so touchy

about their children.

You hardly even dare suggest

there's any room for improvement.

Brick, hurry on out!

Shoot, Maggie, you just don't like children.

Why that's not true. I adore them.

Well brought up.

Why not have some, then,

and bring them up well?

- Instead of picking on theirs?

- Big Mama!

Hugh and Betsy have got to go.

They're waiting to say goodbye.

I'll be right down.

Tell them to hold their horses.

Where's Brick?

What you said about having children...

It's still kind of a secret, but...

Shoot, Maggie! Stop playing so dumb.

Is he still drinking this stuff much?

- He may have had a little highball.

- Don't laugh about it.

Some men stop drinking when they marry.

Others start.

- He never drank before...

- That's not fair!

Fair or not, I want to ask you a question.

Do you make Brick happy?

Well?

- Why don't you ask if he makes me happy?

- I know...

It works both ways.

Something ain't right.

You're childless and my son drinks.

- We're leaving, Big Mama.

- I'm coming!

When a marriage goes on the rocks...

...the rocks are there, right there!

Goodbye, Ida.

I'm coming.

That's not fair.

All right, I'm coming.

Is Brick here?

I thought I'd check his ankle.

Is it giving him much pain?

You know how Brick is, Doc.

He hardly ever complains.

Even when he had

that awful back injury in football.

Brick's birthday present for Big Daddy.

I think they're fixing

to sit down at the table.

You forgot to write out the card, honey.

Thanks, Doc.

Can I get you something cool?

No, thanks.

How's the ankle?

Itches some.

Funny, that's the same leg

you tore a muscle in the...

'Bama State.

Twenty-one to...

Nothing.

You miss football, don't you?

Hurt much when you put weight on it?

Some.

Yeah, you were quite a team,

you and Skipper.

What is it, Doc?

You didn't leave that party

to come up and discuss my health.

That's right.

- I've already heard the good news...

- It's bad news.

It's what we expected.

It's malignant and it's terminal.

He hasn't a chance.

- But Maggie said, and Big Mama...

- Lies.

I lied to them.

I lied to him, too.

Professional ethics.

Gooper?

I told him the truth

coming in from the airfield.

He's going to die.

He's going to die.

"Jesus wants me for a sunbeam"

What kind of truth is that?

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