Imitation Of Life Page #3

Way off.

I'll get it.

The children have eaten.

Yes?

Hello, this is

Steve Archer.

- Steve Archer?

- I brought the pictures.

You brought the pictures?

The ones of the children

on the beach.

Oh, the man on the beach.

The man on the beach?

The man on the beach!

It's our picture

with the fat man!

Mommy, tell him

to come up.

Yes, please!

Oh, all right. Will

you come up, Mr. Archer?

Come on. Let's see.

Did you bring the pictures?

Hi, Susie, Sarah Jane.

Where is it?

Aren't you kids

supposed to be in bed?

No, we waited for you!

Hello.

Good evening.

If it's that funny,

let me see it.

Don't you think

it's funny, Annie?

I don't know who's funnier,

you or that man.

All I got to say is,

it's lucky I didn't catch

Sarah Jane playing such pranks.

It just ain't

seemly, Miss Lora.

Now, off to bed.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night, Mr. Archer.

Good night, ladies.

Good night.

Won't you sit down?

It was very nice of you

to remember the children.

I like what you did...

for Sarah Jane and Annie.

Well, they didn't have a place

and since I live here alone...

I'm a widow.

Oh, you... are.

What do you think of this?

Mother in distress.

Well, that's good.

Very good.

Who are you anyway?

Well, you don't look

like a photographer.

Apparently the army

thought I did.

Anyhow, they made me one.

Now all I wanna do is

get pictures like this

in The Museum of Modern Art.

Oh, you're aiming high.

Why not?

It doesn't cost anymore.

Don't you believe

in chasing rainbows?

Well, if I didn't,

I wouldn't be here.

I'm an actress.

What's the matter?

Your bones.

What about my bones?

They're perfect.

My camera could easily

have a love affair with you.

Don't you think it's

getting a little late?

I don't suppose you'd like

to have dinner with me.

Maybe. Sometime.

I don't mean right away.

How about tomorrow?

I'm sorry, but I don't like

to miss having dinner with the

children two nights in a row.

I can understand that.

How about lunch?

Lunch?

Would you mind taking me

to Rodney's?

It's a little place

on 45th and 8th.

Unemployed actors

can afford it.

Sort of a poor man's 21.

All right, I'll meet you

there at noon.

Oh, by the way,

the name's Steve.

Everybody in here an actor?

Just about.

So far you're the only one

I really believe.

Thank you. Only so far,

you're the only one

in New York who does.

But someday I'm going to

make them all feel that way.

Aren't you a little late

getting started?

I mean, it's...

Yes, five years late.

That's why every day counts.

Why the five-year lapse?

My husband was

in the theater too.

A director.

A good director.

Everything I know

I owe to him.

It was a small town,

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