Marie pins on a hat as she talks to Fred.
“I’ve given you every chance to make something of yourself,” says Marie. “I gave up my job, when you asked me. I gave up the best years of my life, and what have you done? You’ve flopped! Couldn’t even hold that job at the drugstore! So I’m going back to work for myself. And that means I’m going to live for myself, too!” She stands up from the vanity.
“And in case you don’t understand English, I’m gonna get a divorce!” shouts Marie. “What have you got to say to that?”
Fred pauses, and looks at her. “Don’t keep Cliff waiting,” says Fred. He grabs his Army suitcase.
“What are you gonna do?” asks Marie.
“I’m going away,” says Fred, packing up his things.
“Where?” asks Marie.
“As far away from Boone City as I can get,” replies Fred.
“That’s a good idea,” says Marie, heading out the door. “You’ll get a good job someplace else. There are drugstores everywhere!” She leaves.
Fred walks to the closet to retrieve his clothes. He stops and picks up the picture from the nightclub, the photo of Fred, Marie, Woody… and Peggy.