Revolutionary Road

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So, what do you do?

Im studying to be an actress.

You?

Im a longshoreman.

No, I mean really.

I mean...

I mean really too.

Although, starting next Monday, Im

doing something a little more glamorous.

What's that?

Night cashier at a cafeteria.

I dont mean how you make money.

I mean,

what are you interested in?

Honey - if I had the answer to that one,

I bet Id bore us both to death

in half an hour.

Thank God, thats over...

xxx

...And she was very disappointing.

Oh, Frank!

Oh, very nice Frank!

Oh, thanks so much, Mrs. Givings.

I cant tell you how much we enjoyed it.

You have a very talented wife.

Ill pass it along!

Frank!

Hi!

Shes in there...!

I'm about ready

for that drink?

Couple of minutes!

April...?

Sweetheart...?

- Hi.

- Hi.

- You about ready to leave?

- Yeah, yeah.

Ive just got to get this makeup off.

Well... I guess it wasnt

a triumph or anything, was it?

I guess not.

Ill be ready in a minute.

Take your time.

Listen, will you do me a favor?

Milly and Shep wanted us

to go out with them after.

Will you say we cant?

Say its because of the baby sitter

or something?

Well, the thing is, I already

said that we could. I mean...

I just saw them and I said we would.

Then would you mind going out again

and saying you were mistaken?

That should be

simple enough.

Dont you think thats a little bit

rude, April?

Well Ill tell them myself.

Okay.

Okay.

Take it easy.

All right?

Ill tell them.

I mean it, baby.

You were the only person in that play.

Thank you.

We shouldve let you get mixed up

in the damned thing. It's all.

All right.

A bunch of amateurs.

I mean, youve studied for Christs sake.

Could we stop talking

about it now?

- Sure.

I just dont want you feeling

bad about it, thats all,

because its not worth it, you know?

Its bad enough having to live out here

among these damn people -

- Whatd you say?

- I said yes. All right, Frank.

Could you just stop talking about it now,

before you drive me crazy, please?

What are you doing?

April...

Sweetheart...

Let's talk about this, okay?

Please, don't do that.

Come on now.

Dont touch me.

April... April...

You just... LEAVE ME ALONE!

Okay.

Okay.

It strikes me, that theres a

considerable amount of bullshit...

going on here, and there is just

a few things, that Id like to clear up.

All right?

Number one:

Its not my fault the play was lousy.

Okay?

Number two:

Its sure as hell not my fault

that you didnt turn out

to be an actress,

and the sooner you get over that

little piece of soap opera

the better off well both be.

Number three:

I dont happen to fit the role of dumb,

insensitive suburban husband,

youve been trying to leave that

crap on me ever since we moved out here.

and I'm damn before wear.

Number four:

April...

April!

April...

What the hell are you doing?

Get back to the car.

No.

I will xxx

Just let me stand here for a second.

Goddamnit.

April...

Can you please, just get back

in the car, and talk about this,

instead of running all over Route 12?

Havent I made it clear I dont

particularly want to talk about it?

Okay. I mean, Jesus, Im trying to be

nice about this thing. For God's sake.

How kind of you.

How terribly, terribly kind of you.

Wait a minute.

I dont deserve this.

Youre always so wonderfully definite,

on the subject of...

- what you do and dont deserve?

- Wait a minute!

Wait a goddamn...

April, now you listen to me.

This is one time

you're not gonna get away with twisting

everything that I say, April.

This just happen to be

one goddamn time.

I know I'm not the wrong here.

Christ, I wish youd

stayed home tonight!

You know what you are,

whe you are like this, April?

Youre sick.

I really mean that.

Youre sick!

And you know

what you are?

What?

- Youre disgusting.

- Oh yeah?

You don't bully me, Frank.

Just because youve got me

safely in this little trap,

you think you can bully me

into feeling whatever you want!

- In a trap! You in a trap!

- Yeah. Yeah.

- Jesus!

- Me, Frank. Me!

Don't make me laugh.

Pathetic so xxx little boy.

Look at you!

Look at you and tell me,

how by any stretch of the imagination

you can call yourself a man!

What?

Damn!

Oh, Jesus Christ!

Dont look at me like that, April.

Could we please go home now?

Daily News.

Daily News.

Yes, thanks, sir.

Daily News.

Thank you.

Fifteenth floor.

Im going to need your help

this morning, Old Scout.

For the next few hours, youre to

warn me of Bandys every approach

and you may need to shield me

from public view in the likely event

that avoid my stomach.

Its that bad.

Morning, Jack.

Nothing good about it,

I assure you.

Of course, I knew the moment you stepped

off the train what you were looking for...

A small remodeled barn,

or a carriage house.

And I just hate to be

the one to tell you

that sort of thing just isnt

available anymore...

But I dont want you to despair.

There is one place up here

I wanna show you...

Now of course it isnt very

desirable at this end.

As you see,

Crawford Road is mostly these little

cinder-blocky, pick-up trucky places.

Plumbers, carpenters,

little local people of that sort.

But eventually...

Eventually it leads up

to Revolutionary Road,

which is much nicer.

Now, the place I want to show you,

is a sweet little house

and a sweet little setting.

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