BIRDS 5.3

You okay over there?

I’m fine.

What papers?

His work papers.

Are you telling me Clark brought home classified documents?

He has been for the last two years.

John: Where is he now?

Upstairs.

Would anybody care for some coffee or tea?

I’ll get it.

It’s not your fault.

How do you know what is my fault and what isn’t?

Clark just isn’t seeing straight at the moment. He knows you’ve never lost a thing in your life.

Just my mind.

Daisy!

Get her on the couch. What happened?

…and then I wasn’t on the floor…

Are you hurt? Did you hit your head?

What do we do?

Grab a box of crackers from the pantry. And a glass of ginger ale.

Got it.

How do you feel?

Like crap.

I know, honey.

Edie…

No, no, don’t sit up.

You’d be a wonderful mother…Honest, you would.

Okay. Okay. Now hush up, save your strength. John will be back soon.

D’ya think I’d be a wonderful mother too?

Of course. You’ve been doing all that reading, haven’t you?

Gee, that’s swell…that’s swell…

Sip some of this. Careful now.

What’s going on?

Make sure she drinks and eats some. If she doesn’t perk up in fifteen minutes or so come tell me, all right? Help Daisy to the guest room, will you?

Good evening, Mrs. Newcomb.

Hello.

Have you seen your husband lately?

He’s upstairs.