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Author note: I re-watched a dinner scene from ‘Burton & Taylor’ and it was so very Jugenea that I decide to build a snippet around it. That scene is not mine, just edited to fit the Jugenea universe.*
“You’re going to be great, darling,” Judy said holding June Allyson’s face in her hands adoringly.
They two sat in opposite chairs on the CBS soundstage of The Judy Garland Show during the last rehearsal of episode 5, which would tape in front of a live audience the following day.
June’s husband, Dick Powell, had died earlier that year and it left her good friend deeply depressed. So, Judy invited her to perform on her show. It was the first time she had performed since his passing so it left June nervous on how she’d sound. Judy helped her friend with the melodies and showered her with nothing but love and reassurance.
But, the hard work on the show and the energy she had been putting out to others left Judy drained. Not to mention, there was current tension at home with her husband.
Gene was the director of the show, their creative baby, as they called it, and at first everything was amazing. He understood her better than anyone, and he had experienced how she had been treated at MGM. She had been overworked, criticized, scrutinized, it goes on and on. Here, he was patient and understanding and open-minded. They were a ‘hell of a team’, even back to the old days when they acted opposite each other. Plus, Gene absolutely loved directing, especially in this medium. When she did her TV Specials, he was only a producer. Now, he was both and they could call all the shots.
But, a month and a half rolled by, and Judy noticed he would stay at work long after she had left. Most days he would come home and continue working for next week’s episode. She’d go to bed alone and wake up alone, as he’d already be out, or he’d be asleep in the adjoining bedroom. They didn’t go out on their usual date nights and any spare time they had was with the children. She knew this work was important, but she also noticed the two were becoming more like housemates than the lovers that they were.
This past week, however, Gene had started to act harder on the cast and crew. He was irritable, becoming too stern, and not as playful with screw ups as he had been previously. Judy knew Gene was a perfectionist, but she never thought he would treat her like some of his female costars in the movies he was with. Debbie Reynolds, for instance, whom he was very hard on because of her unskilled, ingénue stage.
June replied with relief, “Aw thank you, Judes; we’ll see how it goes tomorrow. That laryngitis really got me this time.”
“Nah, you sound like a bell. See you tomorrow, darling.”
“Bye, sweetheart.”
As the two walked off the stage, Judy looked over at her husband who stood in a group of men going over some things. When she caught his attention from across the way, she motioned to him if she was okay to leave. Gene nodded and shoo’d her away.
When Judy got to her dressing room, she noticed a note taped up on her mirror next to all the pictures of the children hanging there. Leaning in closer, she immediately recognized the handwriting and furrowed her brow as she ripped the paper off to read it.
I’ll be working a little late again tonight. Meet me for a late supper and a drink at Musso and Franks in our usual spot. I’ll be there around 9.
Love you sweetheart,
G
Judy smiled. That was her honey. Feeling better, she left the studio right away to go home and get ready.
Precisely at 9 p.m., Judy walked into the popular bistro on Sunset dressed in a sleek, black cocktail dress with her highest stiletto’s, something Gene thought was sexy ever since she started wearing spiked heels during her concert career. She had washed off her thick stage makeup and applied a more natural look but still had her black lashes and fire red lips, something her husband also loved and her short hair was pulled back to look like a French twist.
Tony, the restaurant’s main maître d, held up his hands graciously as she walked through the door.
The short, bald man’s thick Italian accent filled her ears and she smiled warmly, “Ahh, Mrs. Kelly,”
The two were acquainted since the 40’s, when she first started coming there with Vincente, as it was his favorite restaurant. Tony was a new employee and always addressed her by her husband’s last name. The restaurant was known for its discretion. As a popular celebrity spot, it was always private and respectful to its well-known diners.
“You haven’t been here for months, yes?” he asked taking her hand.
“Afraid not. We have been busy with work.”
“New television show. I’ve seen it. Magnifico.”
Judy laughed gleefully, “Thank you, Tony. I appreciate that. Is my husband here?”
“Ah, no. But Mr. Kelly did call ahead. We have your favorite booth over here for you.”
“Thank you.”
He led her to a booth directly behind Charlie Chaplin’s booth, a booth named after the actor, one of the restaurants first celebrity diners.
She had just ordered a glass of her favorite German wine, when Gene walked in. He was in one of his business suits, but not a dinner suit and his expression looked a little stressed as he walked up to her.
“Hi, doll,” he bent over and gave her a kiss on the cheek before sitting across from her.
“I got your note.”
“I knew you’d see it. Sorry I’m late.”
“You’re not.”
“Can I get you something to drink, sir?”
Gene turned to the waiter, “Scotch rocks, please.”
When the waiter walked away, Judy smiled at her husband in comfortable silence.
When he smiled back just the same she spoke up, “This is lovely. Very intimate.”
Gene noticed a couple across the way staring at them in awe and Judy noticed him staring back and she inquired, “What?”
“Bizarre. I mean, all these years and they’re still interested. You’d think they’d tire, but…”
He looked around again and seemed a little distant and Judy sighed, “Are you going to be like this all night? Just drifting off?”
“I was just thinking of the old times at Ciro’s. It’d mostly be all our friends and such but you’d have some tourists or newcomers come in and they’d sit there staring at all of us like they were watching a movie or something. Do you remember?”
“Sure do.”
“Do you ever think of those times at Ciro’s or The Coconut Grove?”
Judy blinked tenderly at the memories still very much alive for her, “Every day.”
The waiter set his drink down, “Here you are, Sir. Would you like to order?”
“Give us a few, thank you,” Gene took a sip of his drink and perched his lips together, “Did you hear about Saul and Patty?”
“No.”
“They’re getting divorced.”
Judy’s mouth opened a tad, “What? You’ve got to be joking.”
“Nope. They’re the last people I thought would get divorced.”
“Under what pretenses?”
“Not entirely sure. I know a while back he mentioned they were drifting apart.”
Judy raised her eyebrows as she looked down fiddling with her nail, “That’s a shame.”
“It’s funny isn’t it?”
“Hm?”
“What’s at the heart of a good relationship? I mean, love obviously, but that’s a catch-all, really. It’s the main area where all the other bits reside under. The question is: what’s the critical element of a fresh relationship, what keeps a couple together?”
“Err, passion for the heart and soul of one another.”
“Maybe.”
“Sex.”
“Hm. Important. Very.”
“Trust.”
“That’s probably it. I always feel I can trust you when it comes to our relationship.”
Judy smiled mischeviously,“Even before we married?”
“Our affair wasn’t about trust, we both know that. It was about perfect timing.”
“Really? That’s what you think bound us: timing? I always thought it was because of my legs.”
They both chuckled.
“Yes, well, they clearly had a role. They’re still magnificent by the way.”
Gene’s eyes shined as he took another sip of his cocktail and she almost blushed.
“So,” he said breaking the trance, “Are you ready to order or…”
“Darling, listen, listen, listen…” she cut him off gently, “I want to say some things. I’ve wanted to say them for a while. I almost did the other night but you seemed stressed…”
He immediately chimed in with a tired sigh, “I am stressed. I mean, we just got the show going and that damn CBS Aubrey is…”
Judy furrowed her brows a little taken back, “No, I’m not talking about the show, Gene. I’m talking about you and me and how our relationship has been since the show.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re overworking yourself and—“
“Judy, please,” he leaned forward on his elbows and lowered his voice, “Can I say something, now that’s it’s on my mind?” Judy nodded apprehensively and he continued, “There are a couple of things which have crept in over the beginning run of the show. They’re tiny things, but, the way you play to the audience, for instance, you seem too involved in knowing you’re on camera. I don’t mean knowing where to hit your mark, because you do that on point, but your confidence level. I think you should play it as if you are back on stage, you know at the Palace or Carnegie Hall…”
Judy stared at him appalled, “You’re giving me notes? I’m trying to talk to my husband, and instead my director is giving me acting notes?”
“No, I…”
Judy pushed her wine glass away from her not interested in the meal anymore, “Jesus, Gene. Why did you ask me out tonight?”
“What?”
“Why did you ask me out to supper tonight? Why did you do that?” she demanded.
“Because I wanted to have dinner with you and get a drink after a hard week at work.”
Judy giggled almost pathetically shaking her head.
“You’re my wife. It’s perfectly natural for me to want to get dinner with you, isn’t it?”
“I thought my husband was asking me out, not my director. I thought we were going on a date. I got all dressed up and was looking forward to spending time alone with you. You were just flirting with me and now you’re giving me god damn notes.”
Gene let out a heavy sigh and leaned back in his seat, “For Christ sakes, Judy. I was just making conversation.”
Judy leaned forward and lowered her voice pointing at him to prove a point, “When we worked together in the past, you never discussed our work when we went out for dinner. Why now?”
“I told you I’m stressed. It’s a lot of pressure on me to…”
She cut him off, “It’s a lot of pressure on me, too, but you don’t see me giving you notes on how to be a better director.”
Gene clenched his jaw, “I beg your pardon.”
Judy rephrased herself, “You’re a great director, but lately, you’ve started acting the way you promised me you wouldn’t act.”
“Such as?” he demanded back.
“You’ve been hard on me. You’re irritable and impatient with everyone.” He opened his mouth to speak but she put her hand up, “At home, we’re drifting apart. I thought you noticed and that’s why I assumed you asked me out for a date. We haven’t gone out, we don’t spend time alone at home, and we barely even sleep in the same bed for goodness sakes.”
Gene acted like he barely listened as he pound his finger on the table now making a point himself, “I want our show to be perfect.”
Seeing that he didn’t reply to anything she said of them, she hissed, “Fine, in which case, I’ll take that note. Where did my Harry Palmer go, remember?”
Gene looked at her incredibly at the mention of his first on-screen character from their first picture.
“Or Serafin or Joe Ross…the man who would’ve risked everything for me. Who did! He risked his marriage and his career; he tossed it all against the rocks so he could be with me. Where did he go, Gene?” Her voice rose as she stood up, “Tell me where my fucking husband went!”
With that, she threw her napkin down on the table and stormed out as diners stared their way.
The next afternoon, it was past 12 when Gene finally emerged from the spare bedroom. He made his way to the kitchen where Judy was still in a bathrobe and making tea. When he walked in, looking well rested, she turned to look at him as if to see who it was, then turned back to her tea.
“You slept late,” she said surprised.
“I guess I needed it.”
“You did.”
Gene stared at the back of her a moment as if pondering something before he walked up to her. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and placed his hand on her back, “Hi honey.”
She gave him a side eye, but her expression was soft and she didn’t nudge him away. It was good enough for him so he pulled her closer to speak softly into her ear as she stirred honey into her cup.
“Listen, I…”
Suddenly the sounds of the children piling through the front door interrupted them. Then teenage Liza came through the kitchen door.
“Hi, Papa Gene!” Liza exclaimed as she embraced him.
“Hi, baby, when did you here?”
“Yesterday afternoon.”
“How was the park?” Judy inquired.
“Good. The kids behaved themselves.”
“Went to Holmby Park again, huh?”
“Yep. Guess, what, Mama said that she’s going to do a Christmas show and that all of us can perform on there with her.”
“Oh, I know, it was my idea.”
“Was not…” Judy mumbled.
“Was so,” he repeated just the same.
Liza sensed some tension, “Ah, I’m going to make sure the kids get cleaned up,” and she quickly skedaddled out of there.
“I’m the one who mentioned it to you,” she said matter-of-factly.
“I’m the one who set up the sketch.”
“But it was my idea, Gene.”
“Okay, it your idea sweetheart. It always is,” he said quite sarcastically.
“Don’t do that,” she sighed.
“Here is my idea. At the end of the show, I want you to sing Rainbow.”
Judy looked at him to protest but he quickly stopped her, “I know you don’t like doing it much on television, but I think if you do it with the children, it will be very special.”
She gently smiled, “I like that idea.”
“Good. You know, I did a lot of thinking last night about what you said…” he trailed off.
“And?” Judy took a sip of her tea.
“And, I have been quite a jerk haven’t I?”
“I wouldn’t say that, Gene. You’re not vindictive; you’re just being too hard on everyone all of a sudden. Including me.”
Gene hung his head and nodded, “I’m sorry. I know you’re under pressure, too, but I think for me that’s the reason why I’m suddenly short with everyone.”
“Maybe you should find ways to cope with that. Start swimming again. You always did that when you were stressed.”
“I think I will.”
“And what about us?”
“I miss you, too,” is all he said as he leaned over to give her a kiss, “Can I ask my wife out for dinner and dancing tonight after the show?”
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