Miss Diane White
("Mrs. Heimer")
English



(Ep 4 - "Angel")

(Miss White writes "values" on the blackboard.)
Values. Literature very often is but a conflict of...
(She wait for a response, then taps the board.)
Values...
Now...where do we get...our values?
(Winnie raises her hand.)
Winnie.
From school?
(Miss White writes on the board.)
Anywhere else?
(Kevin raises her hand.)
Kevin.
From our parents.
Yes, OK, very good, Kevin! Parents. Anywhere else?
The Beatles?
(The class laughs.)
Yes, that is very good! We do get a lot of our tastes and our values from our..."cultural heroes". Now, is there...anywhere else...that we might get our values?
(She picks up a book from her desk.)
Hmmm?
TV!
How about...books!
(The class groans.)
Now, do we always agree on, on...what values should be?
(A boy raises his hand.)
That was Joey Santano. He'd always wait for Miss White to ask a really easy rhetorical question.
Yes.
And then he'd get it wrong.
Anybody?
(Paul raises his hand.)
Yes, Mr. Pfeiffer.
No.
(Kevin frowns at Paul, and Paul shrugs at Kevin.)
Good! Now, do values change through time? Say, from generation to generation?
(A girl raises her hand.)
Christine Hansen. She always gave these thoughtful, complete, downright inspired answers. She made us all sick, but teachers loved her.
(Christine stands up.)
Yes, Miss White. Some values change from generation to generation, but I think the really important ones...are the heart-felt human values. And they stay the same throughout the ages.
That is very good, Christine, OK! OK, now as we read, as we evaluate those characters that we meet, how do we know which values should change, and which values are, as Christine so eloquently put it, heart-felt, and timeless?
That was a tough question in any time, but in 1968...
Yes, Christine!
Can I go to the bathroom?
In 1968, even Christine Hansen couldn't answer that one.

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(Ep 8 - "Our Miss White")

(The class has just watched a film about Dr. Martin Luther King.)
Well, people. We certainly lost a great man last April, didn't we?
What was it about her that affected me so profoundly? Her sensitivity? Her warmth? Her intelligence? Maybe all of those.
(The camera slowly pans down her white blouse.)
Maybe more. Maybe much more.
Kevin.
(The camera quickly pans up to her face. Kevin looks slightly startled.)
Uh, yes?
Do you agree with Leslie that this speech helped change people's feelings about civil rights?
Yeah! (Nods.) Uh-huh. (Nods.) Yep, I do. (Nods.)
How...do you think it might have changed people's opinions? Anyone?
(Kevin raises his hand.)
Kevin?
I think that it showed a lot of people that America couldn't be as great a country as they wanted...until everybody had equal rights.
(Miss White tilts her head.)
Ahhhh...the look.
(Kevin smiles slightly and cocks his head slightly.)
I'll never forget that look. The way that she cocked her cute little head to the side as her eyes met mine.
Very good, Kevin. What other effects do you think that this speech had on people?
(Kevin raises his hand.)
Kevin. (Gestures.)
Um, I-I think that, maybe before the speech, people thought of Negroes as a group...(shrugs)...that maybe they didn't like. But the speech made 'em realize that the Negroes are just people...(shrugs)...and they have the same feelings that all other people do.
(Miss White tilts her head.)
Another look! Oh! I it was too good to be true. I was tempted to try for a third...
(Kevin glances off as he bites his lip.)
But I didn't want her to pull a muscle in her neck or anything.
(Bell rings. Students stand up, as Miss White turns toward the blackboard and gestures.)
People...
(The students pause, and Miss White faces them, gesturing.)
I haven't dismissed you, have I?
(The students groan and sit down, as Miss White leans against her desk.)
Now, today is the last day to sign up for the Fall play, and there are still several key roles open. Now, as you know, the play is about the civil rights movement...
(She clasps her hands together.)
And I hope that today's film will inspire some of you to participate. OK?
(The class is silent. Miss White shrugs and throws her hands up.)
Class dismissed.
(Students get up and walk up the aisles. Kevin crosses in front of Miss White.)
Kevin, can I...speak with you a minute?
Sure.
(Miss White sits in her chair and crosses her legs as Kevin approaches the corner of her desk.)
I was wondering if you'd thought about...trying out for the play.
Oh, the play.
(Kevin smiles briefly, then glances off and back.)
I loved Miss White. But I hated...plays.
It's really an exciting new play. It's never been performed before. (Glances off.) In fact...(sighs)...well, the truth is, i-i-it's actually, well...(smiles self-consciously)...I wrote it. (Smiles.)
God, she was cute, but...I hated plays.
You'd be perfect for the part of Robert Kennedy. (Nods.) I really think that...that you have the right presence.
Well, I guess I did have kind of a...Kennedyesque thing about me...
(Kevin turns toward Miss White and smiles slightly.)
But I hated plays.
So...what do you think? (Shrugs.)
(Kevin looks down and off.)
Um...
I hated the thought of acting...
(Kevin looks at Miss White and frowns slightly.)
I hated the thought of rehearsing...I hated the thought of standing up in front of 300 people and making a complete and total fool of myself.
(Kevin throws up both arms.)
Sure! (Smiles.)
Great!
(She tilts her head over, and nods slightly.
Three looks! The hat-trick!
(Miss White sighs. Kevin smiles.)
It wasn't just my imagination. She felt it. She knew it. She wanted me, too.
Well, guess I'll see you tomorrow. (Shrugs.)
Yeah. (Smiles.)
(Kevin picks up his books.)
Seeya tomorrow.
*
(In the auditorium during rehearsal. Miss White walks across the stage in front of a prop desk.)
The most important thing about this scene is...that it convey tension...
(Miss White turns toward Kevin.)
Now, Kevin...remember that Kennedy was a very passionate, forceful, man. Now, try to feel that passion. (Nods.)
OK.
OK. (Gestures.) Let's try it again.)
(She walks in front of the desk. Others follow her and take their positions. Miss White nudges Kevin. Kevin approaches Carla.)
(As Hoover): That man is a threat...to the American way of life.
(Aides): Yeah!
(As Robert F. Kennedy): No, he is not. He's fighting for the cause of freedom.
(Kevin bangs the desk for emphasis. Miss White steps forward.)
Very good, very good.
(Miss White puts her hands on Kevin's shoulders.)
Kevin, that was wonderful.
(She squeezes his shoulders and he glances at her hands and smiles, then looks forward.)
Good anger.
Thanks. (Smiles.)
Much better, Paul. And everyone else, good work. Now tomorrow, we'll rehearse the town meeting scene. So, start learning your lines.
(Miss White taps Kevin's shoulders and moves away. Everyone moves off, leaving Paul and Kevin alone. Paul stands up.)
Do you think I came off as unlikable?
Paul, you're playing J. Edgar Hoover. You're supposed to be unlikable.
I know. But Miss White said I should try to find the complexity in the man. That man is a threat...to the American way of life. That man is ...(gestures)...a threat to the American way of life.
(Paul starts to exit the stage toward the background. Miss White sits down at a table, looking at the script.)
That man is a threat to the American way of life.
(Kevin walks across the stage and pauses in front of Miss White.)
Miss White?
Yes, Kevin?
I just wanted to say that I think a play like this can really raise people's consciousness about racial oppression.
Do you really? (Smiles.) Because...that was my hope when I wrote it. (Nods.)
Yeah. I've-I've always felt that...theater was supposed to be a form of political expression.
(Miss White smiles slightly and leans forward.)
Well, that's remarkable.
(She shakes her head slightly and looks off.)
Because so few 12 year-olds do.
Yeah, I know. Most 12 year-olds are...(frowns)...so superficial.
Yeah. I guess they are.
(She smiles slightly, then resumes looking at her script. Kevin looks off and nods slightly.)
Well, it was pretty clear. She didn't see me as any ordinary seventh-grader.
(Kevin looks at Miss White as she stands up.)
She saw me...
(Miss White smiles at Kevin as she slides her purse onto her shoulder.)
As a man.
(Kevin glances off.)
A man who understood things like democracy and social injustice. A man who understood her deepest thoughts and feelings. A man. A man...
Kevin? Ready to go?
(Jack stands near the audience seats with his hands in his pockets.)
A man who was getting picked up by his father.
Well, Kevin, i-is that your father?
Yeah. (Frowns.)
(Miss White approaches Jack. They shake hands.)
Jack Arnold. Nice to meet you. (Smiles.)
Hi. Diane White. It's a pleasure. (Smiles.)
(Kevin frowns.)
Diane White?
(Kevin descends the steps off the stage.)
Didn't seem to fit. To me, she was more of a...Miss White.
(Jack and Miss White face each other.)
Now, I must tell you, Mr. Arnold, that Kevin is an extraordinary young man. It's a pleasure to have him in my class and, of course, in the play.
(They look toward Kevin and smile.)
Yeah. He's a good kid.
Yeah.
(Kevin looks off impatiently.)
Let's face it - I was well-liked.
(Kevin rubs his hand through his hair.)
Now-now, let's go.
He's really a natural actor.
Yeah? That's funny because I always thought he hated acting.
Let's go, let's go.
Really?
Yeah. (Laughs.) You see, in fourth grade - Kevin you remember this? (Smiles.) In fourth grade, he had to play Winnie-the-Pooh in his class play. (Laughs.) And right in the middle of his big scene with Piglet...(gestures) - in front of the whole school with all the parents...(gestures) - his little bear suit splits wide open. (Smiles.)
So, Jack - ready to go?
(Miss White looks at Kevin cooly. Jack turns from Miss White and glares at Kevin. Twang of guitar. Kevin looks timidly at Jack.)
I mean...Dad. Mister...Dad. Sir.
(Fade to the auditorium. Kevin and others are on stage. Kevin glances toward Miss White.)/FONT>
Toward the end of rehearsal the next day...
(Miss White is sitting in the front row, holding her hands together, watching Kevin.)
I realized something was bugging me.
(As RFK): I see a more compassionate America. A nation in which all people - black, white and brown - have the opportunity to build a better life for their children.
(Kevin pauses, then glances off.)
Miss White hadn't given me "the look" all day.
(Miss White looks at Kevin thoughtfully, tapping her pencil on her chin. Kevin glances off.)
What was I doing wrong?
(As RFK): An America...where all people can live free of violence and oppression.
(Jack smiles and stands next to Miss White with his hands in his pockets. She turns toward him slightly, then takes the papers off her lap and stands up.)
(As RFK): An America...where dreams can come true.
(Jack and Miss White shake hands. Kevin pauses, then glances toward them.)
Miss White, was that O - ?
(Kevin pauses. Miss White faces Jack with her arms crossed. She looks over her shoulder.)
OK, very nice everybody.
(She claps her hands together twice.)
That's it for today.
(She crosses her arms and turns back to Jack and starts talking. Kevin looks at them as the other kids start to walk off the stage.)
Oh, great. Now, he was probably telling her about the time at Ocean City...
(Kevin starts to walk off.)
When that wave knocked my bathing suit off.
(Miss White and Jack face each other in conversation.)
Or that time at Funland when I threw up on the cup-and-saucer ride. Or that time at the -
Yep, two years in Korea.
(Kevin pauses.)
Wait a second.
(Miss White and Jack face each other. Kevin frowns at them.)
I never spent two years in Korea.
Got a small piece of shrapnel in my leg but I didn't think the limp was noticeable anymore. (Smiles.)
Oh. Him.
Oh, barely. Hardly at all. Just...a little bit, really.
(She frowns and shakes her head slightly.)
A question to consider...
(Kevin sits on the steps.)
Why at that moment did I wish that I had shrapnel in my leg?
(Kevin looks at his leg.)
Listen, I consider myself lucky. A lot of my buddies never made it out of that place.
(Miss White looks down and sighs.)
War is such a terrible thing. Isn't it?
(Kevin rolls his eyes and nods.)
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
(Kevin pauses, then looks at them.)
Miss White? (Frowns.) Was I OK today? (Nods.)
(Miss White turns slightly.)
Yes, Kevin. You were fine.
(She turns to face Jack and leans a little closer.)
Does the experience haunt you, at all?
Well-well sure. Sure, I think about it now and again. It's only natural. I guess nothing's ever quite the same after going through something like that.
(Miss White looks at Jack then tilts her head.)
Wait a minute! What was she doing? That was my look. She was looking at him.
(Kevin stands up quickly.)
Dad? Let's go.
(Miss White and Jack turn slightly and look at him.)
*
(During rehearsal, Kevin is uninspired and forgets his lines.)
OK, let's stop for a moment.
(Miss White approaches.)
Kevin, do you need to go over your lines?
No.
Is something wrong?
"Is something wrong?" "Is something wrong?"
(Kevin looks at Miss White, then glances off.)
Our entire relationship is fizzling like an Alka-Seltzer and you ask if something's wrong?
Can I make a phone call?
(Miss White shrugs and rolls her head.)
Well, sure. Of course. Take five everybody.
(Kevin exits.)
*
(Later in the auditorium, kids walk up the aisle past Kevin who is sitting in the front row, with his hands on his fists. He has asked JAck not to pick him up.)
Seeya.
(Miss White passes Kevin then pauses and turns.)
Kevin, isn't your father picking you up?
(Kevin shakes his head.)
How are you getting home?
(Kevin shrugs.)
I'll walk, I guess.
Can I give you a lift?
(Kevin turns slowly toward Miss White and smiles slightly.)
("Just my Imagination" - Temptations starts. Miss White smiles. Kevin looks at Miss White.)
Hello!
(Fade to long shot down a street as Miss White's VW bug approaches the top of a small hill and continues toward the camera.)
"Each day through my window I watch her as she passes by"
(Fade to shot through the windshield of Kevin and Miss White. They look at each other and smile slightly, then look forward.)
"I say to myself, 'You're such a lucky guy'"
(Kevin smiles slightly, then looking at Miss White.)
"To have a girl like her"
(Miss White looks at the road, then glances at Kevin and smiles.)
"Is truly a dream come true"
(Kevin looks at Miss White.)
"Out of all the fellas in the world"
(Miss White smiles slightly, then looks forward. Kevin looks at Miss White, then forward and back again, smiling slightly.)
"She belongs to you"
(Miss White looks at the road, then glances at Kevin and smiles slightly. Kevin smiles at Miss White, then looks forward. Fade to shot of the car approaching the camera up a residential street.)
"But it was just my imagination"
(The camera pans with the car as it passes and continues down the street.)
"Runnin' away with me"
(Fade to shot of the car approaching, and stopping at the curb just in front of the camera.)
"It was just my imagination runnin' away with me"
Well, here we are.
(Miss White looks at Kevin and smiles. Music fades out. Kevin looks at Miss White.)
Yeah. Here we are.
I wanted something to happen. I didn't know what. I just knew that I couldn't leave that car until something happened.
(Fantasy - Miss White looks at Kevin seductively.)
When do you have to be home?
(Kevin glances at Miss White quickly. Miss White turns toward Kevin and puts her hand on his thigh. Kevin glances down, then looks at Miss White.)
Thanksgiving.
(Reality - Miss White looks at Kevin.)
Kevin...are you all right? (Nods.)
(Kevin looks slightly surprised.)
Yeah, fine.
Liar, liar, pants on fire.
Well, you better get a good night's sleep...(nods)...because...tomorrow is the big day.
Yeah. Guess we won't be seeing each other that much anymore. (Shrugs.) At least, not professionally. (Smiles.)
Oh no, I...guess we won't. There's still English class, though - you can't get out of that so easily. (Nods.)
Yeah. (Smiles.)
I had to make a move - some kind of move. My moment was slipping away.
Miss White?
Hmmm?
(Snuffy's variation of "Just My Imagination" plays. Kevin looks off, then out the window, then at Miss White and smiles slightly.)
You're pretty.
Thank you, Kevin. (Nods.) Is there something you want to talk about?
No, I didn't want to talk. I wanted to take her in my arms and kiss her on the lips. I wanted it so bad I thought I would explode. She was right there. She was two feet away. Why couldn't I do it? Why wouldn't my muscles move? After all, she was a woman and I was a...
(Kevin looks off and frowns slightly.)
And that's when I saw it. As though I was looking down from heaven at that VW bug. I saw an image of myself with Miss White. And it was ridiculous. She was a woman...and I was a 12 year-old boy.
Kevin, is that you?!
(Kevin looks out the window quickly. Music ends. Norma is at the front door of the house in the background.)
Honey, dinner's almost ready!
(Norma turns and goes back inside. Kevin turns toward Miss White slowly.)
Well...(smiles)...I gotta go.
(Miss White nods slightly.)
Bye, Miss White. Thanks for the ride.
Bye, Kevin.
(Kevin gets out and closes the door. Miss White starts to drive off.)
*
(The night of the actual play. Kevin is backstage, looking at Miss White, also backstage.)
Waiting backstage that night, I started thinking of the first day I fell in love with Miss White back in the classroom. I thought of the way she had cried at Dr. King's speech. And I thought of the way that made me feel.
(Student as MLK): This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South.
And you know something? In my heart, I really believed that Miss White loved me too. It wasn't something that could be a part of real life. But that didn't mean it wasn't there.
My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty. Of thee I sing.
And that's when I knew what was going to happen. That's when I knew what I was going to do.
You ready? You're almost on!
I was going to cry.
Hey-hey, Kevin - what's the matter?
(Kevin looks toward Miss White. A tear is on his cheek.)
I was about to go out to deliver a speech in front of 300 people...and I was gonna cry.
Free at last, free at last. Thank God almighty, we are free at last.
(The audience applauds loudly. "MLK" turns and smiles at Kevin and exits backstage.)
OK, Kevin, this is you.
(The audience is still applauding, then gets quiet.)
You're on!
(Paul pushes Kevin gently.)
Come on, Kev.
(Kevin walks out slowly with the spotlight on him. He takes his position and wipes the tear from his cheek, then looks toward the audience. Shot of Norma, Jack, Karen and Wayne in the center of the audience. Kevin looks over his shoulder quickly. Miss White approaches behind Paul off-screen. They both look toward Kevin. Kevin smiles slightly. Miss White sighs and tilts her head, smiling. Kevin looking at Miss White, then turns forward and looks toward the audience.)
(As RFK): I see a more...compassionate America. A nation in which all people - black, white and brown - have the opportunity to build a better life for their children. A nation in which all people can live free of oppression and violence.
(Norma looks at Kevin and squeezes Jack's arm.)
(As RFK): Our answer...is the world's hope. It is to rely on youth.
I don't even remember how I got through that speech. I just remember all the hurt, all the anger...all the disappointment, and all the love that fused together...and surged through my 12 year-old body as I delivered it.
(Bit of Snuffy guitar.)
(As RFK): Some men see things as they are...and ask "why?" I see things as they might be...and ask "why not?"
(A few people begin to applaud, then the audience begins to applaud loudly. Kevin looks over his shoulder toward Miss White. She has a tear on her cheek and is applauding. Kevin turns and slowly approaches Miss White. Miss White looks at him and applauds. Kevin approaches. The camera rolls up on Miss White as her boyfriend Stephen quickly moves into the shot.)
Dianne...
(He grabs her and kisses her. Kevin pauses and frowns slightly. Miss White and Stephen kiss, then pull apart and smile.)
Stephen...
(Kevin is looking at them as Paul and others grab him and lead him to the curtain-call. The camera pulls away from Miss White and Stephen as they start to kiss. Kevin, Paul, and others stand next to each other as the audience applauds loudly. Kevin looks over his shoulder toward Miss White. The line bows forward, pulling Kevin with them. "The Times They Are A'changin' - Bob Dylan starts. Kevin stands up and looks toward the audience which is applauding loudly.)
It was a strange and passionate time. Some of our dreams dissolved into thin air. They almost seem comical now. But some of our dreams were lasting...and real.

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(Ep 17 - "Nemesis")

(In class.)
And then, there were the moments that made you really, really...
(Winnie leans back in her seat. Becky leans forward and glares at Kevin.)
Nervous.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
(Becky continues to glare at Kevin.)
What do you think the poet is trying to say?
I don't know why, but ever since I'd broken up with Becky Slater, I felt uneasy whenever I saw her and Winnie together.
Throughout literature, we see images of women as avenging harpies driven by mad fits of jealous rage. In Greek mythology, there's Aphrodite, whose insane jealousy of Helen of Troy triggered a war which led thousands of men to gruesome, agonizing deaths.
I started to think - a dumpee could really do a lot of damage to a dumpster. A girl like Becky Slater could -
But is this a fair portrayal of women? Or, does it say something about men's fears and insecurities?
(Winnie raises her hand.)
I don't think women are like that. I think most women, when their feelings are hurt, just get really sad.
God, she was beautiful. And she was right. I wasn't being fair to poor Becky. After all, I was the one who had hurt her. And the sad thing was I liked Becky. I really did. We'd really had some laughs together.
*
Why do you think the scorned lover seeking revenge is such a recurrent theme in literature?
(Becky raises her hand.)
I think revenge is just a natural part of life. When someone does something bad to you, you feel like doing something even worse back to them. That's just normal.
*
(Winnie is sick with the flu. Kevin is getting her homework assignment, talking to himself as he writes.)
Chapters five and six, and answer the study questions at the end of each chapter.
(Miss White hands Kevin a piece of paper.)
How's Winnie doing?
Well, she's nauseous, she aches all over, and she's running a temperature of a hundred and one! (Smiles.)
Oh...

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(Ep 23 - "How I'm Spending My Summer Vacation")

(Miss White is reading from "The Great Gatsby" by F. Scott Fitzgerald.)
"...so we beat on...boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly, into the past."
(She closes the book and holds it against her chest.)
Let's face it - no one could press pages quite like Miss White.
(Kevin glances from her face to...the book.:-) The camera is centered on "the book", and quickly pans up to Miss White's face as she speaks.)
Did you feel the sensual power of Fitzgerald's imagery?
(Kevin smiles and nods.)
Yes...yes!
(Miss White sighs heavily, cocks her head, and smiles at Kevin.)
Hello! OK, so maybe she was a little old for me...this year.
Now, before the bell rings...
But, heck, just the other day I...I coulda sworn I felt a whisker coming in.
I have an announcement to make.
So, maybe, just maybe, next year -
I'm in love with Kevin Arnold!
(Kevin looks up, and music begins to play. Miss White rolls her head around, and looks at Kevin.)
And I don't care who knows it! Oh, Kevin!
(Kevin stands up quickly.)
Miss White!
(Music ends, along with Kevin's daydream. Miss White is still standing before the class, as if nothing has happened.)
Yes, Kevin?
Um...what did you say?
I said, I'm getting married this summer. And when I come back next year, you'll all be calling me...Mrs. Heimer!
Heimer? Heimer?! What kinda name was that for Miss White?!
(Kevin looks up, and Miss White appears in a drab brown suit, with short black hair and wearing glasses.)
Class? Can you say "Heimer"?
(CLASS): Heimer.
Oh, well. Maybe part of loving is learning to let go.

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(Ep 37 - "St. Valentine's Day Massacre")

I needed someone with field experience, someone with insight into the workings of the adolescent heart. Someone like -
(Miss White is on a ladder in her empty classroom as Kevin enters.)
Hello, Kevin.
Hi, Miss White.
Mrs. Heimer. Remember?
Sure.
So...how's eighth-grade?
Yep, Miss White was someone you could talk to.
(They munch valentine candy, and look at each other for about 10 seconds. Kevin sighs.)
Kevin? Something wrong? You seem...troubled.
What did I tell ya about this woman?
I-I guess. I'm just...a little worried, about...this...friend of my brother's.
Is it a girl?
How did she do it?!
Well...yeah. See, he really likes this girl. Only he can't seem to find the right way to tell her. Because she hates him. Because he did some really stupid stuff.
I see...
And all he wants to do is apologize, but she won't even talk to him, so -
"My heart has never left you for a second. And I am, and shall be, the one whose love for you...is without measure".
Huh?
It's from Rostand's "Cyrano de Bergerac".
Oh.
Cyrano, was so afraid of rejection, he wouldn't confess...his true love for Roxanne. He chose to hide behind the written word, afraid to stand face-to-face with her. So many people would rather suffer in silence.
So, what you're saying, is...
Speak from the heart, Kevin - and never be afraid.
You think that'll really work?
(Nods.) Hnnn...
OK, if she was sure of it, I was sure of it.
Miss White?
Mrs. Heimer.
Did it work out for them - Cyrano and Roxanne?
(Sighs) Eventually.
What happened? (Smiles.)
He died, and she became a nun.

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(Ep 68 - "Graduation")

(Kevin is picking up his books from the floor and sees Mrs. Heimer talking to another woman in the hallway. Some "heavenly" music plays.)
Miss White! (Smiles.)
(She turns toward Kevin.)
Miss White. My old English teacher.
(She tilts her head slighty and smiles.)
My secret flame.
(She turns toward Kevin slightly, revealing an advanced state of pregnancy.)
Mrs. Heimer. Remember?
Oh. (Nods.) Right. (Smiles.)
(The women turn and exit.)
*
(Kevin is watching little kids play. Sound of a Volkwagen idling, and a car horn.)
Kevin?
(Kevin looks over his shoulder and sees Mrs. Heimer in her car.)
Kevin?
Miss - Mrs. Heimer.
Maybe it was coincidence. Maybe it was fate. In any event...
You seem troubled. (Smiles.) Can I give you a lift?
(She tilts her head. Cut to a twisting mountain road.)
I took the ride.
(The car pulls to the side of the road and stops.)
It's pretty here, isn't it?
(Kevin nods.)
I often come here to think.
The funny thing is, there was I time when I would have given my right foot to be with this woman who used to teach me English. But that was once-upon-a-time. In seventh-grade.
So, how are things?
OK.
I see. (Nods.)
I graduate tonight, you know.
I know. (Nods.)
But...(Frowns.) That's pretty much it.
Is there anything else?
Course, I wanted to tell her...more than anything I wanted to tell her about Paul, and Winnie...about my family. About how my years with them meant more to me than life. About how - no matter how long I lived...I would always - always treasure these precious days.
Nah...It's just...I don't think I'm ready for all this. You know? (Frowns.)
(Mrs. Heimer frowns slightly and looks off, slightly surprised.)
But I guess change can't be stopped. No matter how you might wish otherwise. Anyway...
(Mrs. Heimer swallows.)
That's when it happened.
Kevin?
(She looks at Kevin, then off.)
I think we'd better go.
Go where? (Frowns.)
To the hospital.
(Kevin looks at her stomach.)
Oh, my gosh!
You'll have to drive.
Me?!
(She nods.)
But, I don't know how to drive! (Frowns.) Oh, my gosh! (Frowns.)

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