Madame X Page #3

of State.

It could mean that

I'll get that nomination

next election.

That's wonderful.

I have to be in Washington

in the morning,

and I want you

and little Clay there

just as fast

as you can get ready.

From now on,

we're going to be together.

You know that little house

you always wanted?

I'm going to start

hunting for it.

Red frame, wasn't it?

With pegged floors

and brick fireplaces?

Clay,

while you were away...

Darling,

let's not look back.

Let's take it

from here, huh?

All right.

I've missed you so.

I've been so lost lately.

I needed to see you,

to be close to you again.

I guess I needed

to feel needed.

Don't you ever doubt

that you're needed.

I never will again.

Good luck,

Senator.

Not so fast,

Mother.

Let's not count

our constituents

before they're hatched.

You've worked hard

for that office.

Don't let anything

stop you.

I'll do my best.

Well, be a good boy,

Clay.

I will, Daddy.

A red-frame house

in the middle

of a friendly block

with good neighbors

and lots of children.

I've got the picture.

(THUNDER CLAPPING)

(ELEVATOR DOOR OPENING)

(DOORBELL BUZZING)

I've been drowning my sorrows.

You're late.

I know.

You are beautiful.

All is forgiven.

Clay got back

last night.

Oh?

I picked up the phone

a dozen times today

to call you

and hung up again.

Did you?

Phil.

That's quite a dress,

darling.

Wonderful for your figure.

It didn't seem fair

to say it

on the phone.

Well, I hope

you're not going to

say anything

I might regret.

Here,

I'll fix you a drink.

No. No, thanks.

We don't seem to be

our old merry selves tonight.

Maybe a change of locale

would cheer us up,

huh?

I'm not staying.

I only came

to talk to you.

I'm not going to

see you anymore.

Well,

that's putting it bluntly.

Don't tell me

you're afraid of your husband?

I'm in love

with my husband.

Are you sure?

You're a real,

live human being.

Clay's a blueprint

of the Anderson male.

There can never be

anyone else for me.

I realize that now.

Well, well, well,

what do you know.

We've got

a triangle going.

Phil, I don't want

to quarrel with you.

We're two adults.

We know

when something's over.

What happened

to the two adults

who knew life was for laughs?

I liked their style.

I guess I didn't know

as much as I thought I did.

Too bad, isn't it?

You're in love with Clay,

and I'm in love with you,

and no one's laughing.

You're not

being honest,

Phil.

You don't fall in love.

Who told you?

You did

on several occasions.

Did I?

Well,

I'm eating my words,

and there's a damn

bitter taste in my mouth!

Please, Phil.

I'm sorry,

but this isn't my year

for bowing out gracefully.

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