(door creaks)
- Larry Trainor, Rita Farr.
Though you probably recognize her.
(Rita chuckles)
- Really, Niles?
(intense music)
- You'll be in Rita's very good hands
and I've left something for you
in your room, I hope it'll make you feel more comfortable.
(mechanical breathing) (wheelchair buzzing)
- Niles tells me you were an exceptional pilot.
I know a little about flying.
I once played an aviatrix turned spy
in a picture called "The Spy Who Could Fly".
(Larry breathing mechanically)
So.
(Rita chuckles)
- My room?
- Uh, just up the stairs.
(suspenseful music)
- What's this?
- A gift from the chief. Those will contain the radiation.
You'll never have to wear that lousy suit again.
- How can that be? They're as thin as regular bandages.
- Have a little faith in Niles.
He truly wants this to be a place where we can heal.
Now, go on. Get out of that suit.
I'm sure it's awfully heavy.
(Larry mechanically breathing)
(mask hisses) (suspenseful music)
(mask squeaks)
(goggles hiss)
- [Larry] Are you okay?
- I'm fine.
- All right. I can put it back on.
- No, no, no, no, please. (chuckles) This is your home too.
You should feel comfortable here.
(knocking)
Come in.
(door squeaks)
(door closes)
- I look like Boris Karloff.
- You look absolutely stunning.
And the turtleneck, very debonair.
- Will you still talk to me
if I give you radiation poisoning?
(Rita scoffs)
- Psh-haw!
If Niles says it's safe for you
to walk around like this then you have to trust him.
I do.
- Thank you.
(upbeat music)
I never got a chance to tell you what a big fan I am.
- Oh?
- Yeah. "Sweet Desire" is one of my favorite films.
When your husband abandons you
and you give that amazing speech
about how you're not worthy of love...chills every time.
- Would you believe they almost cast
Deborah Kerr instead of me?
Hm, what a train wreck that would have been.
- Yeah, your performances, they,
they always had so much depth.
You were more than just a pretty face with a perfect smile.
I always felt there was something underneath all that.
- What?
- Pain. It was quiet and it was buried deep
but I could tell it was there
and I could tell you had to hide it from the world.
- Well, I'm sure I don't know what you're talking-
- Forgive me. I don't mean to be too familiar.
I just, I know how that feels and I wanted to say
that watching you always made me feel a little less alone.
(water spurting)
Oh my God!
- No, no, no, I'm sorry.
This is just something that happens
on occasion when my condition flares up.
- Your condition? - Excuse me.
(door creaks) (door slams)
- I'm sorry for how I reacted earlier.
- It's quite all right. I've gotten used to it.
- No, you shouldn't have to get used to it.
Like you said, this is your home.
You should feel comfortable.
- Oh, I'm comfortable.
However, I'm afraid I'm becoming a bit too comfortable
with the monster in the mirror.
Early signs of a lost cause.
- I don't think that's true.
And if it is, then,
let's be lost causes together.
(door creaks)
- Larry, I'm just, um, borrowing some,
well, I don't know what I'm doing.
I thought you left.
- I ran from you, you know?
(Larry sighs)
I ran away because I can't control this thing inside of me.
- We don't have to get involved,
especially if we make things worse.
Thanks for standing up for a gal, Larry.
Remind me never to count on you for anything.
- Not in the mood, Rita. Not today.
- Course not, you're on his side.
- Oh, oh right!
You want me to pretend Vic was lying about you.
- Just try supporting me for once.
Jane has Cliff, who do I get?
- You think I have a choice?
This thing inside me wants to be involved.
(rock music)
- Larry!
Hurry up! You're missing the booty song!
- Do either of you two want to buy Marvin Gardens?
Honestly, I could use the cash.
- Hmm.
(Rita gasps)
- Now, I believe, it's your turn.
(Larry sighs)
- I look ridiculous.
- No.
(Rita laughs)
Now then, Rita.
(Rita laughs harder) That's not fair!
(both laugh)
- Oh, yeah, sure. Laugh it up.
(doorbell rings)
(Rita sighs)
- Oy, keep playing and don't cheat.
- He's talking to you.
- [Larry] Uh-huh.
(suspenseful music)
- [Larry] Oh my God!
- Are these all his victims?
- Which would have been us, too.
(Larry grunts) (glass shatters)
(butterfly wings beating) (suspenseful music)
(Rita yells) (glass shatters)
(Larry yells) (glass shatters)
(Rita and Larry yell) (glass shatters)
(dance music)
(people cheer)
♪ You gotta keep moving ♪
♪ You gotta keep moving on ♪
♪ You gotta keep moving ♪
♪ You gotta keep moving on ♪ (popping sounds)
♪ You gotta keep moving ♪ (waiter chuckles)
♪ You gotta keep moving on ♪
(Larry sighs)
(bus hisses)
(bus engine idles)
- You're sure we weren't followed?
- Not really.
The Bureau of Normalcy seems to be everywhere these days.
I'm sorry my son sold us out.
- Why are you apologizing?
You were trying to make amends.
- And apparently they'd all be better off if I were dead.
- Well, that may be true, but I would be bereft.
(sensitive music)
- You're not coming home?
- I, um, have a commitment in town.
- Really?
- Yes, I need to purchase street clothes
for a rehearsal of "Our Town" by the Cloverton Players.
- Community theater, huh?
- Oh, go ahead and say it!
I'm a vain, selfish person who would rather chase fame
than support you in your time of need.
- First, I'm not in a time of need.
I'm at a time of regret and self-loathing.
Second, I doubt it's fame you're chasing
by joining the Cloverton Players.
- They're very well-reviewed in "The Cloverton Bugle".
- Well, break a leg.
I hope you find what you're looking for.
- Right!
- I can never thank you enough.
- You'll never have to. I'm always here for you.
- I know.
That's the problem.
- What do you mean?
- Everywhere I go, everything I do,
anyone I get close to, it always ends in pain.
You should get as far away from me as you can.
I'm a lost cause.
- I thought I was too once, but then I met you.
(Rita kisses Larry)
- Lost causes aren't lost
if there's someone to fight for them.
(upbeat music)
(door creaks)
(Larry hugs Rita)
(rousing music)