Far from Heaven Page #2
planning the parties,
and posing
at her husbands side
on the advertisements.
To everyone here in Connecticut,
you are Mr. and Mrs. Magnatech.
Thank you.
I 'm very flattered.
But, really, my life is like
any other wife or mother's.
In fact, I don't think I've,
I've ever wanted anything--
What is it, dear?
I think I just saw someone
walking through our yard.
What on Earth--
Oh, my--
Mrs. Whitaker, perhaps you
should call the police.
Excuse me.
May I help you?
Who are you?
I'm sorry, ma'am.
My name is Raymond Deagan--
Otis Deagan's son.
I was just taking over
some of his--
Oh, you're Otis's son.
Yes.
I-I'm terribly sorry
for speaking to you
in that manner.
I-I didn't know
who was in my yard.
Oh, no need.
How is your father?
I know he was in the hospital.
Yes, well,
my father's passed away,
I'm afraid.
Oh--
Oh, I-I had no idea.
I'm, I'm so very sorry.
Please, accept our
deepest condolences.
Your father was
a wonderful, dedicated man.
Thank you.
Mrs. Whitaker?
The caterer's
on the line.
Oh, thank you, Sybil.
I beg your pardon. Would you
excuse me for just a moment?
Of course.
Mrs. Leacock,
I'm terribly sorry.
Ill just be
one minute more.
That's fine, dear.
Good morning,
Magnatech International?
How may I direct your call?
Good morning,
Mr. Whitaker.
Good morning, Kitty.
Lovely dress
you're wearing.
Thank you, sir.
Good morning,
Marlene, Stan.
Good morning, Mr. Whitaker.
How's the second-best golfer
in Hartford this morning?
Somebody break
the books already?
Don't tell me our wives'
party budgets finally came in.
It's almost as fatal.
Millstein called.
Looks like New York
just shaved a week off
portfolio deadline.
You've got to
be kidding me.
I wish I were.
What are they trying to do,
strangle us to death?
Does Doug know?
Yeah, I called him
first thing.
All right.
Get Doug and the others.
Call a portfolio meeting
for lunch today.
Marlene, see if you can
reschedule the production review
for dinner.
And, uh, could you get
my wife on the phone,
please?
Thanks, Stan.
Mrs. Whitaker is on line one.
Oh, Frank. I'm sorry.
No, no, I understand.
I just wish you wouldn't
overwork yourself, especially after--
I know.
I will.
See you then.
Good-bye, dear.
I'm terribly sorry
about all the interruptions.
Now, where was it
you wanted me?
Just one more
at the fireplace.
That's it.
Now smile.
Isn't that darling?
Hold it.
Well, I guess that
about wraps it up.
Bob, Rick.
Gentlemen.
You're sure youre all right
getting home, sir?
Thank you, Davis.
But as 2nd in command
of the U.S.S. McMillan,
I do feel equipped
to locate my own car
without cover.
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