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I remember there was a time when we used to take the whole afternoon.
In the sweetness of passing time, this hour will soon seem like a day.
Sing it to somebody else.
I'm no peabrain chambermaid looking for a tumble in the broom closet.
I'm sorry.
Didn't mean to offend your delicate sensibilities.
Oh, no.
My mistake.
I'd gotten used to our conducting business and pleasure.
Sweetheart, it's all the same to me.
Don't "sweetheart" me, you old dog.
I'm no schoolgirl either.
What's the next step?
Do we escalate?
We may not have to do anything.
A few more, uh, local tragedies and Josie might just run the old mill into the ground all by herself.
The rate we're going, it's gonna be years before the mill's bankrupt.
I don't wanna wait any longer.
Besides, my knothead husband may peek in the ledger and sniff out the creative arithmetic.
Maybe it's time to, uh, start a little fire.
Are you talking about business or pleasure?
I'm talking about the Packard sawmill.
All that dry timber lying around.
A stray spark.
One night.
Some night when Pete's off on a toot with Smokey the Bear.
Now I remember how all those hours turned into days.
[THUNDER ROLLING]
Sarah, darling.
I'm sorry to disturb you, sweetheart, but, uh, Donna Hayward is here.
Take this now.
I'll send her in.
- Try not to upset her.
- Okay.
I don't know what I'm gonna do.
I miss her so much.
Do you miss her?
Yes, I miss her so much.
[SOBBING]
I miss her so much.
I miss her so much.
I miss her so much.
[GASPS]
Laura.
Oh, Laura, my baby.
Oh, Laura, my baby.
Oh.
Oh.
[GASPING]
[SCREAMING]
Leland, Leland.
[CONTINUES SCREAMING]
So neither of you saw Ronnette after school that day?
That's right.
And as far as you know, she went to her after-school job?
Yes, Home's Department Store downtown.
What did she do at the department store?
She was, uh, a salesgirl.
At perfume counter.
She used to joke it was the sweetest smelling job she'd ever had.
Excuse me.
[DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES NEARBY]
[SLOW JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]
How many times have I asked you not to disturb the guests with this racket?
About 4000.
Audrey,
Julie tells me that, uh, you were in with the Norwegians just before they all suddenly decided, en masse, to return to the old country without signing the contracts.
Is that true?
- Yes.
- Ah.
You wouldn't have, uh, done or said anything that, uh, might have precipitated their evacuation, would you?
I mean, I'm assuming that this was just a coincidence.
- Huh?
- Daddy.
I did go in there to check out that ridiculous smorgasbord.
And while I was in there, I happened to mention that I was sad.
About what?
About my dear, close friend Laura being brutally murdered.
Do you realize the kind of money that your little performance just cost this family?
If you ever pull another stunt like that, you are going to be scrubbing bidets in a Bulgarian convent.
Oh, Daddy, I'm so afraid.
Laura died two days ago.
I lost you years ago.
For what we are about to receive, may the Lord make us truly thankful.
Amen.
[OPERA MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]
Robert, uh, I was hoping we'd have the chance to discuss the events of the past few days.
Not necessarily the physical events themselves, but rather, the thoughts and feelings surrounding it.
[SIGHS]
Rebellion in a young man your age is a necessary fact of life.
Candidly, a sign of strength.
In other words, Robert,
I respect your rebellious nature.
However, being your father,
I am obligated to contain that fire of contrariness within the bounds established by society as well as those within our own family structure.
Robert, I note your reluctance to enter into a dialogue with me, your father.
There are times when silence is golden.
Silence can be taken many ways, as a sign of intelligence.
The quieter we become, the more we hear.
BOBBY: