In This Our Life

- Afternoon, Tom.

- Hello, Mac.

- What are you doing Sunday?

- Nothing.

- I'm going fishing.

- Fishing?

Me, I like to lay around of a Sunday

and drink beer in my undershirt.

Yes, sir, that's what I like.

- Howdy, Mr. Timberlake.

- What you call him Mr. Timberlake for?

You've known him for 20 years,

ain't you?

Yeah. That's why.

- Oh, Mr. Timberlake?

- Oh, hello, Parry.

Mr. Timberlake, Mr. Fitzroy, he most

politely wants you to be home this afternoon.

- All right.

- He called you, but you was already gone.

And Mr. Fitzroy said that he'll be

at your house between 5 and 5:30.

- Thank you.

- He also wants me to pick up...

...Miss Stanley's car.

Give it a wash and a polish.

Very well.

Oh, your mother told me the other day

that you were at the head of your class.

- Yes, sir, I reckon that's so.

- Well, that's fine, Parry. I'm proud of you.

Thank you, sir.

Well, I don't see Miss Stanley's car

here, Parry.

- I guess she's not home yet.

- I'll just wait, Mr. Asa.

All right.

- Hello, Daddy.

- Hello, Roy.

Mother wants you.

My, that's a pretty dress.

I like you in blue.

You like me in green.

You like me in yellow. You just like me.

I guess that's it. Peter home yet?

No, he got a call

and had to go back to the hospital.

Hello, Minerva.

Miss Roy, just look at all these presents.

My, my. They sure is beautiful. I reckon

this won't be like the other times.

I reckon Miss Stanley going to get married

sure enough this time. Bless the Lord.

This time it's the right man.

- He certainly is. Poor Mr. Craig.

- What do you mean, poor Mr. Craig?

Nothing, child, except the gentleman

what gets Miss Stanley, gets a handful.

That dress fit you exactly. Didn't need

no fixing when you was married.

Stan has got a smaller waist.

And Miss Stanley takes after her mama

and her Uncle William, the Fitzroy side.

Now you just like your grandma,

Mrs. Timberlake.

Only I'm not so pretty.

No.

Did you come straight home

from the factory?

Yes, I came straight home.

- What kept you so long?

- I walked.

Why did you walk?

Pleasure, that's all. Just pleasure.

- William's coming over.

- Yes, I know.

Well, aren't you gonna change your

clothes? Make yourself presentable?

- Better put on your other suit.

- Why should I?

Haven't you any pride? Or don't you care?

I guess, I don't care.

You don't care, that's the trouble. If

you cared things wouldn't be as they are.

Well, things are as they are.

Oh, you're a fool.

Lavinia.

I don't blame William

for taking advantage of a fool.

My dealings with your beloved brother

are things of the past. Done.

We have other and better things

to think about.

- Such as?

- Our children, their future.

Stanley's marriage.

- Well?

- Lavinia, I have a feeling...

It's nothing definite, just a feeling.

That things are not as they should be.

No one's making her marry Craig.

It's her own choice.

Ha. She doesn't know her own mind.

Oh, that's nonsense, Asa. She knows her

own mind better than the rest of us.

That's their ring. William and Charlotte.

Hurry, Asa. Go down and let them in.

That's Mrs. Carter's old family

clock. It came from Brussels, Belgium.

I remember. She told me.

It's real nice of Mrs. Carter, isn't it?

- Look, William. Isn't this a lovely shape?

- Junk.

- William.

- Asa.

- Hello, Charlotte.

- Hello, Asa.

My, so many lovely presents.

- How are you?

- Lf I listened to the doctor...

...I'd be in a wheelchair.

I don't and I'm not.

- He's feeling better lately, aren't you?

- I missed you at the office.

Tax payments have been coming up...

...against the old

Timberlake-Fitzroy Corporation.

There's no sense in throwing

money away on a dead company.

This statement says

the corporation's dissolved.

It needs your signature.

I promised to have it in the mail tonight.

Where's Stanley?

Ever since you gave her the car, William,

we've seen very little of Stanley.

Ha. The way she drives, like a lunatic.

"Eighty-five in the city limits,"

the last ticket said.

If it had been anybody else but my niece,

she'd have gone to jail.

What Stanley needs is a firm hand.

Somebody with gumption enough

to make her toe the line.

A man with enough red blood in him

to boss her.

William, how you talk.

Well, she'll have a husband pretty soon.

- That'll be his job.

- Craig's not up to it.

He's soft.

She'll twist him around her little finger.

- Maybe not.

- There's two ways of breaking a colt.

Stanley needs a whip.

And Craig won't bring out the whip

any more than you would, Asa.

If he's anything like Daddy,

Stanley's very lucky.

Oh, you and your daddy.

Asa may understand you well enough.

But I could tell you a thing

or two about Stanley.

Give me five minutes.

If we wanna change our minds,

there's still time.

- Do you?

- No.

Are you afraid?

I know, you're thinking about Roy.

We're in love. Nothing else matters.

Nothing else matters.

That's right.

I adore you, Peter.

- Good evening.

- Miss Stanley. I'm taking the car...

...to give it a wash and polish.

- All right. Thank you, Parry.

Uncle, dear, I'm so sorry to be late.

- Hello, Charlotte.

- You'd better be sorry.

- I couldn't help it. I've been shopping.

- I don't like that dress. It's short.

- You should like it. It cost you enough.

- Your dresses are short.

- Did Parry pick up your car?

- He got it when I came in.

I wish you'd let him do the driving. It

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