Shadow Of A Doubt Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Shadow Of A Doubt Script


  

  

 

                   

 (Waltz)



 

                   

(Children Chattering)



 

                   

- (Knocking On Door)

- Come in.



 

                   

Mr Spencer.

Mr Spencer, I hate to bother you...



 

                   

but I thought you'd like to know

there were two men here.



 

                   

Two men askin' for you.



 

                   

A young man and a kind of older man.



 

                   

They was sorry you wasn't in.

I said you wasn't.



 

                   

- Did they say they'd be back?

- They didn't say, but I think they will.



  

                   

Just now, when I had to go to the store,

I seen them standing there at the corner.



  

                   

Maybe I shoulda let them in,

only you said not to disturb you -



  

                   

- Yes.

- And I'm sure They'll be back.



  

                   

You look kinda tired to me,

and that's a fact.



  

                   

You got a headache or somethin'?



  

                   

I think maybe you need a real rest.

That's what I think.



  

                   

Why, Mr Spencer. You oughtn't to leave

all that money lying around like that.



  

                   

Oh, it makes me nervous

to see money lying around.



  

                   

Everybody in the world

ain't honest, you know.



  

                   

Though I must say I haven't had

much trouble that way.



  

                   

Those friends of yours

told me not to mention they'd called.



  

                   

Wanted to surprise you. But I thought

you'd like to know somehow.



  

                   

Yes, yes. Of course. If they come back,

you may show them in.



  

                   

Yes. You know, Mrs Martin,

it's very funny.



  

                   

They aren't exactly friends of mine.

They've never seen me.



  

                   

- That's odd, isn't it?

- 'Tis odd, like you say.



  

                   

And now that I'm here,

I'll have to meet them.



  

                   

I may even go out and meet them.



  

                   

And then again, I may not. Not yet.



  

                   

You go ahead with your nap.

I'll pull down the blind.



  

                   

(Door Closes)



  

                   

(Glass Crashing)



  

                   

(Spencer) What do you know ?

You're bluffing. You've nothing on me.



  

                   

(Pedestrians Chattering)



  

                   

(Coin Drops, Bell Dings)



  

                   

Hello, Postal Union?

I want to send a telegram



  

                   

to Mrs Joseph Newton

in Santa Rosa, California.



  

                   

Here's the message. Ready?



  

                   

Lonesome for you all. Stop.



  

                   

Am coming out to stay

with you awhile. Stop.



  

                   

Will arrive Thursday and try and stop me.



  

                   

Will wire exact time later.



  

                   

Love to you all...



  

                   

and a kiss for little Charlie

from her Uncle Charlie.



  

                   

That's right. That's the signature.

"Uncle Charlie."



  

                   

That's right. Santa Rosa.



  

                   

Santa Rosa, California.



  

                   

(Officer Blows Whistle)



  

                   

(Bus Bell Ringing)



  

                   

(Phone Ringing)



  

                   

(Ringing Continues)

(Woman) Ann! Answer the telephone.



  

                   

( Ringing Continues )



  

                   

Newton's residence.

Ann Newton speaking.



  

                   

Oh, hello, Mrs Henderson. This is Ann.



  

                   

Mother isn't home yet.



  

                   

A telegram? Well...



  

                   

I don't see a pencil, so maybe

she better call you back.



  

                   

I'm trying to keep my mind free of things

that don't matter...



  

                   

because I have so much

to keep on my mind.



  

                   

Innumerable things.



  

                   

I'll have her call back.

Thank you for calling.



  

                   

Goodbye.



  

                   

(Door Opening, Closing)



  

                   

Hello, Ann. Where's your mother?



  

                   

- She ' s out.

- Out?



  

                   

Mrs Henderson just called

from the Postal Union Office.



  

                   

She says we have a telegram.



  

                   

I would have taken it down,

only I couldn't find a pencil. I looked.



  

                   

Telegram, eh?



  

                   

I knew there'd be trouble if

your Aunt Sarah got her driver's licence.



  

                   

- Whereabouts was the accident?

- I didn't take notes.



  

                   

Oh. Then how about a kiss?



  

                   

Isn't that the funniest thing?

Here I am, practically a child



  

                   

and I wouldn't read the things you read.



  

                   

Mm-hm. Well, I guess

they'd give you bad dreams.



  

                   

Bad dreams? You don't understand, Papa.

Mystery stories have done -



  

                   

- Where's Roger?

- Out. The average mind -



  

                   

- Where's Charlie?

- Out. No, she's in her room thinking.



  

                   

Well, don't read too much.

You'll ruin your eyes.



  

                   

And leave my book alone.

What's that you're reading?



  

                   

- Ivanhoe.

- Hm? Oh.



  

                   

(Soft Knocking)



  

                   

- Who is it?

- It's me.



  

                   

What's the matter?

Don't you feel well?



  

                   

No. I'm perfectly well.



  

                   

I've just been thinking for hours,

and I've come to the conclusion I give up.



  

                   

- I simply give up.

- What are you going to give up?



  

                   

Have you ever to thought that a family

should be the most wonderful thing ever?



  

                   

And that this family's

just gone to pieces?



  

                   

- We have?

- Of course we have.



  

                   

We just sort of go along and

nothing happens. We're in a terrible rut.



  

                   

It's been on my mind for months.

What's going to be our future?



  

                   

Oh, come now, Charlie.

Things aren't as bad as that.



  

                   

- The bank gave me a raise last January.

- Money.



  

                   

How can you talk about money

when I'm talking about souls?



  

                   

We eat and sleep and that's about all.



  

                   

We don't even have

any real conversations.



  

                   

- We just talk.

- And work.



  

                   

Yes. Poor Mother. She works like a dog.



  

                   

- Just like a dog.

- Where is she ?



   

                   

She's out. When she comes back,

it'll be the same thing.



   

                   

Dinner, then dishes, then bed.

I don't see how she stands it.



   

                   

You know,

she's really a wonderful woman.



   

                   

I mean, she's not just a mother. And

I think we ought to do something for her.



   

                   

- Don ' t you think we should ?

- Yeah. What were you thinking of?



   

                   

Oh, nothing, I suppose.



   

                   

I guess we'll just have to wait

for a miracle or something.



   

                   

Oh, now, Charlie, you're right.

Absolutely right.



   

                   

- I'll figure out some way -

- I don't believe in good intentions now.



   

                   

- All I'm waiting for now is a miracle.

- Oh, Charlie.



   

                   

Those back stairs are steep.



   

                   

What's the matter, Charlie?

What's the matter, Joe?



   

                   

- Well, it seems that, uh -

- Oh, I've become a nagging old maid.



   

                   

You went downtown in that awful old

hat you'd promised you'd throw away.



   

                   

(Ann) - Mama.

- Darling, does it matter what hat I wear?



   

                   

(Ann) - Mama .

- Why do you let that child yell at you?



   

                   

- If she -

- I'm going downstairs, anyway.



   

                   

Joe, what were you

both talking about when I came in?



   

                   

Something about a miracle.



   

                   

(Joe) Oh, it's nothing.

Charlie ' s a bit under the weather.



   

                   

(Woman) Oh. Well, she ' Il be all right.



   

                   

Well, come on, dear. Let's go

downstairs. No use standing here.



   

                   

I'm going to get myself a bottle of beer.



   

                   

Mother, I'm going downtown

and send a telegram.



   

                   

Why, darling, who do you know

to send a telegram to?



   

                   

I know a wonderful person who'll come

and stir us up. Just the one to save us.



   

                   

What do you mean, "save us"?



   

                   

All this time, there's been

one right person to save us.



   

                   

- What's Uncle Charlie's address?

- Uncle Charlie?



   

                   

- You're not going to ask him for money?

- Of course not.



   

                   

That wouldn't help us.

What's his address?



   

                   

- The last address I had -

- Do you know how many steps it is



   

                   

to get from here

to the drugstore and back?



   

                   

-    .

- If you've forgotten, I won't tell you.



   

                   

- I remember. Philadelphia.



   

                   

You can't ask a busy man

to come all this way for nothing.



   

                   

He'll come for me. I'm named after him.



   

                   

Besides, we're the only relatives

he has in the world.



   

                   

(Boy) lf you come

all the way up Fourth Street, it's    .



   

                   

- Mama, guess what?

- I have no time for guessing.



   

                   

What's that thing in your hair?



   

                   

Well, I'll tell you anyway, even though

I think it's nicer when people guess.



   

                   

Mrs Henderson said to call her at

the telegraph office. We have a telegram.



   

                   

Ann, I don't think you ought to put things

behind your ears.



   

                   

- Something might get into your ear.

- Emmy, Ann says we have a telegram.



   

                   

I think you ought to find out about it.

Somebody might be sick or something.



   

                   

Mrs Henderson didn't read the telegram

because I couldn't find a pencil.



   

                   

When I have a house, it's going

to be full of well-sharpened pencils.



   

                   

- Did Mrs Henderson say who it's from?

- No, she didn't.



   

                   

(Boy Chattering)

She might have said who it was from.



   

                   

Come on, Ann. That's my chair.

I'll call up and find out.



   

                   

If you will be quiet just a second.



   

                   

Hello.

    please. I wonder who it can be?



   

                   

Oh, nothing, Operator. Just     .



   

                   

- If that's from my sister -

- Hello ?



   

                   

Mrs Henderson? This is Emma Newton.



   

                   

Ann says you have a telegram for me.



   

                   

- Mama, you don't have to shout.

- Ssh.



   

                   

Really, Papa. You'd think

Mama had never seen a phone.



   

                   

She makes no allowance for science.



   

                   

She thinks she has to cover the distance

by sheer lungpower.



   

                   

Why, how wonderful. Thursday, you say?



   

                   

Looks like somebody's coming.



   

                   

- Who's coming, Ma?

- Well, it's the most wonderful surprise.



   

                   

It's my brother, you know.

My younger brother. The baby.



   

                   

Yes, of course, a little spoiled.

Families always spoil the youngest.



   

                   

Well, it's just simply wonderful.



   

                   

Thanks most awfully, Mrs Henderson.



   

                   

Well...



   

                   

What do you think? Charles is coming.



   

                   

- Who?

- Your Uncle Charlie.



   

                   

Did you say "Charles"?



   

                   

And our Charlie's sending him a telegram.

Now, what made her think to do that?



   

                   

(Woman)

Hello, Charlie. I just called your house.



   

                   

- Telegram for your mother.

- Did you?



   

                   

Gonna send that by Bill Forest,

but you can take it.



   

                   

Thanks. From your uncle.

The spoiled one.



   

                   

My uncle? My Uncle Charlie?



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

Mrs Henderson,

do you believe in telepathy?



   

                   

Well, I ought to. That's my business.



   

                   

Oh, not telegraphy. Mental telepathy.



   

                   

Like...

well, suppose you have a thought,



   

                   

and suppose the thought's about

someone you're in tune with.



   

                   

Then across miles, that person knows

what you're thinking and answers you.



   

                   

- And it's all mental.

- I don't know what you're talking about.



   

                   

I only send telegrams the normal way.



   

                   

He heard me. He heard me.



   

                   

(Whistle Blowing)



   

                   

- Mr Otis? Mr Otis?

- Yes?



   

                   

You're almost in Santa Rosa. Want to be

ready when you get into Santa Rosa.



   

                   

- I'm ready now. Thanks.

- Then I'll get all your bags out for you.



   

                   

- How you feelin', Mr Otis?

- Pretty well.



   

                   

A little weak

but pretty well on the whole.



   

                   

Mm-hm.



   

                   

Harry, tell the porter you're a doctor.



   

                   

Ask if there's anything you can do.

Maybe you can help that poor soul.



   

                   

- I'm on my vacation.

- My husband's a doctor and if there's -



   

                   

No, Ma'am. He's a very sick man.

Won't see anyone.



   

                   

I haven't set eyes on him myself

since we first got on the train.



   

                   

(Doctor)

Well, you don ' t look very well either.



   

                   

Ah, here we are. Come on, children.



   

                   

Close the door, there. That's right.



   

                   

(Steam Hissing)



   

                   

(Train Bell Ringing)



   

                   

- Oh, are you -

- Charlie. Young Charlie.



   

                   

At first, I didn't know you.

I thought you were sick.



   

                   

- Sick?

- You aren't sick, are you?



   

                   

Look, Pop! Here he is!



   

                   

Why, Uncle Charlie, you're not sick.

That was the funniest thing.



   

                   

- Me, sick? Well, Joe, how are you?

- Alright, Charles.



   

                   

Roger. Hello, Ann.

I bet you don't remember me.



   

                   

I remember you sort of.

You look different. (Laughs)



   

                   

Well, we better get started.

Emma's got the dinner almost ready.



   

                   

I couldn't persuade her to come

to the station. Dinner came first.



   

                   

- Roger, get the bags. I'll take that.

- Thank you, Joe.



   

                   

That's it. Come on. Let's go.



   

                   

(Charlie)

Come on, Roger, get these bags .



   

                   

(Groans) You, uh, sure that isn't

too heavy for you?



   

                   

Oh, no. It's nothing. I love to carry.



   

                   

Emma. Don't move.



   

                   

Standing there,

you don't look like Emma Newton.



   

                   

You look like Emma Spencer Oakley of

   Burnham Street, St Paul, Minnesota.



   

                   

- The prettiest girl on the block.

- Charles.



   

                   

Mama, nobody got off the train

but Uncle Charlie.



   

                   

- Let me look at you.

- There was only us meeting somebody.



   

                   

- To think you could take the time off.

- There was only one bed made up.



   

                   

- It's so wonderful to have you here.

- Emmy, Emmy, don't cry.



   

                   

And imagine your thinking

of    Burnham Street.



   

                   

I haven't thought of that

funny old street in years.



   

                   

I keep remembering those things.

All the old things.



   

                   

(Joe) Emmy, how's he look?

Same old Charles, eh?



   

                   

Roger, Ann, get these other bags.



   

                   

(Joe) You have Charlie's room

right here at the head of the stairs.



   

                   

Emmy wanted to move Ann, but Charlie

thought you'd be more comfortable here.



   

                   

(Ann) Come on, Roger.



   

                   

- Ah-ah! Don't put the hat on the bed.

- Superstitious, Joe?



   

                   

No, but I don't believe in inviting trouble.



   

                   

It wasn't the biggest yacht in the world,

but it had a fireplace in the library



   

                   

and the bar was panelled

in bleached mahogany.



   

                   

You pushed a button and...

What am I talking about? That's all over.



   

                   

Let's talk about you.



   

                   

Charlie,

that's the prettiest dress I ever saw.



   

                   

I think so, too. (Emmy Giggles)



   

                   

Why, Charles, don't you remember?



   

                   

Remember? Remember what?



   

                   

- Why, Uncle Charlie, you sent it to me.

- I did?



   

                   

Well, say, I've been sitting here

all this time forgetting something.



   

                   

Ann. Roger. (Family Gasping)



   

                   

- Look at that. Oh, dear now.

- Joe. Don't know whether you had one.



   

                   

You didn't have to think of me, Charles.

Presents for the children are alright.



   

                   

Say... I've never had a wristwatch.



   

                   

Fellows at the bank'll think

I'm quite a sport.



   

                   

I have two for you, Emmy.

One old and one new.



   

                   

(Emmy) Oh, Charles. What is it?



   

                   

- You shouldn't have. Really. No.

- Well, yeah.



   

                   

(Gasps) Oh, Charles.



   

                   

Oh, how... beautiful.



   

                   

Oh, I've-l've always wanted one.



   

                   

Oh, Mother, it's exactly right.

It's what you should have.



   

                   

Look, Emmy.



   

                   

Charles. You've had these all along.



   

                   

Mm-hm. All along, Emmy.

All these years.



   

                   

Safe in a deposit box,

no matter where I was.



   

                   

Oh. Grandpa and Grandma?



   

                   

    . (Whistles)



   

                   

   years ago.



   

                   

Aren't they sweet?

My, she was pretty.



   

                   

Everybody was sweet and pretty then.

The whole world.



   

                   

A wonderful world.

Not like the world today.



   

                   

Not like the world now.



   

                   

It was great to be young then.



   

                   

We're all happy now, Uncle Charlie.

Look at us.



   

                   

- And we're all happy at the same time.

- Now, for your present, Charlie.



   

                   

Oh, I don't want anything.

Right now, I have enough.



   

                   

Before you came,

I didn't think I had anything,



   

                   

but now I don't want another thing.



   

                   

- She's crazy.

- She doesn't mean it.



   

                   

If you ask me, I think she's putting on,

like girls in books.



   

                   

The ones that say they don't want

anything always get more in the end.



   

                   

- That's what she's hoping.

- She's not crazy.



   

                   

The smartest girl

in her class at school.



   

                   

Won the debate against theEast

Richmond HighSchool. She ' s got brains.



   

                   

I meant it.

Please don't give me anything.



   

                   

- Nothing?

- Oh, I can't explain it.



   

                   

But you came here

and Mother's so happy and...



   

                   

Oh, I'm glad that she named me after you

and that she thinks we're both alike.



   

                   

I think we are, too. I know it.



   

                   

Oh, it would spoil things

if you should give me anything.



   

                   

You're a strange girl, Charlie.

Why would it spoil things?



   

                   

Because we're not just an uncle

and a niece. It's something else.



   

                   

I know you. I know that you don't

tell people a lot of things.



   

                   

I don't either. I have a feeling

that inside you somewhere,



   

                   

there's something nobody knows about.



   

                   

Something... nobody knows?



   

                   

Something secret and wonderful and...

I'll find it out.



   

                   

(Chuckles) It's not good

to find out too much, Charlie.



   

                   

But we're sort of like twins.

Don't you see?



   

                   

- We have to know.

- Give me your hand, Charlie.



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

- You didn't even look at it.

- I don't have to.



   

                   

No matter what you gave me,

it'd be the same.



   

                   

Here. Let me show you.



   

                   

It's a good emerald. A really good one.



   

                   

Good emeralds are

the most beautiful things in the world.



   

                   

- You've had something engraved.

- I haven't, but I will if you like it.



   

                   

Yes, you have, Uncle Charlie.

It's very faint.



   

                   

"T.S. from B.M."



   

                   

But... Why, it must be someone's initials.



   

                   

Well, I've been rooked.

The jeweller rooked me.



   

                   

- Oh, it doesn't matter. Really.

- Give it back. I'll have it taken off.



   

                   

No, No. I like it this way.



   

                   

Someone else was probably happy

with this ring.



   

                   

Oh, it's perfect the way it is.



   

                   

You bring the coffee.



   

                   

 (Charlie Humming)



   

                   

Sing at the table,

you'll marry a crazy husband.



   

                   

Yes, I've been thinking of transferring

some money out here from the East.



   

                   

I could put it in your bank, Joe,

until I found out what's what.



   

                   

Uh, I suppose your bank

does take money, huh?



   

                   

(Chuckles) That's one thing we do.

Rake in the dough.



   

                   

Can't promise to give it back.



   

                   

Well, I'll go downtown in the morning

and open an account.



   

                   

-    or       just to start things off?

- That's a lot of money.



   

                   

He won't have it long.

The government will get it.



   

                   

- The government gets -

- Don't talk against the government.



   

                   

-  (Humming)

- (Emmy) The way men do things.



   

                   

I can't get that tune out of my head.



   

                   

Maybe if somebody tells me what it is,

I'll forget it.



   

                   

- (Emmy) It's a waltz.

- I know it is, but what one?



   

                   

(Charlie)

You know, it's the funniest thing.



   

                   

Sometimes I get a tune

in my head like that



   

                   

and pretty soon, I hear

somebody else humming it too.



   

                   

I think tunes jump from head to head.



   

                   

Do you know whatit is,

Uncle Charlie?



   

                   

Uh, no. No. I-l-l don't know what it is.



   

                   

(Emmy) I remember.

Uh... It's on the tip of my tongue.



   

                   

It's a waltz and it's Victor Herbert.



   

                   

- Victor Herbert wasn't a waltz.

- It's the Blue Danube Waltz.



   

                   

Oh, yes. Of course it is.



   

                   

No, it isn't, Uncle Charlie.

I know what it is. It's the Merry -



   

                   

- I'm terribly sorry, Emmy.

- Nothing to make a fuss about.



   

                   

Charles, while we do the dishes,

why don't you come in the living room



   

                   

and stretch out on the sofa

and read the evening paper?



   

                   

You never were much on helping.



   

                   

- Joe, here's Herbert.

- (Charlie) Ann, Roger, help me here.



   

                   

Herbert's a friend of Joe's.

They're literary critics.



   

                   

Hello, Herb. Had your supper?



   

                   

- Had mine an hour ago.

- Hour ago, huh?



   

                   

- Oh. A watch.

- Yeah, a present.



   

                   

Here, Herb.

I'd like you to meet my brother-in-law.



   

                   

- Charles, this is Herb Hawkins.

- Nice to know you, Mr Hawkins.



   

                   

- Fine, thank you.

- How's your mother, Herb?



   

                   

- Oh, uh, just middling.

- Uh-huh.



   

                   

- Excuse me, Herb.

- Oh.



   

                   

Thank you.

I'm sorry your mother's not better.



   

                   

- Thank you, dear. There, now.

- Thank you.



   

                   

(Emmy) Lead a life of luxury.



   

                   

Well, I must go and see

what Charlie ' s doing.



   

                   

Wife's brother from the East.

New York man.



   

                   

Good for the children.

You know what I mean?



   

                   

In business?

Well, he takes himself very seriously.



   

                   

Well, how's everything?



   

                   

Say, ha-have you read this one? Huh?



   

                   

That little Frenchman beats them all.



   

                   

You can talk all you like

about Sherlock Holmes.



   

                   

That little Frenchman beats 'em all.



   

                   

I read it. Air bubbles don't

necessarily kill a person.



   

                   

Those writers from the other side

get too fancy.



   

                   

- The best way to commit a murder-

- I know, I know.



   

                   

Hit 'em on the head

with a blunt instrument.



   

                   

Well, it's true, isn't it? Listen.



   

                   

If I wanted to murder you tomorrow,



   

                   

do you think

I'd waste my time on fancy hypodermics?



   

                   

- Or on lnee?

- What's that?



   

                   

- Inee. Indian arrow poison.

- Oh.



   

                   

Listen,

I'd find out if you were alone, walk in,



   

                   

hit you on the head with a piece

of lead pipe or a loaded cane -



   

                   

What'd be the fun of that?



   

                   

Where's your planning?

Where's your clues?



   

                   

I don't want any clues.

I want to murder you.



   

                   

What do I want with clues?



   

                   

Well, if you haven't got any clues,

where's your book?



   

                   

I'm not talkin' 'bout writing books.

I'm talking about killing you!



   

                   

If I was going to kill you, I wouldn't do

a dumb thing like hitting you on the head.



   

                   

First of all,

I don't like the fingerprint angle.



   

                   

Of course, I could always wear gloves,

press your hands against the pipe



   

                   

after you were dead

and make you look like a suicide.



   

                   

But you wouldn't beat yourself to death.

I'd do it so it didn't look like murder.



   

                   

Oh, Ann?



   

                   

- What?

- Come here.



   

                   

Did you ever see a house

made out of newspapers?



   

                   

Well, watch.



   

                   

You-You take one sheet here.



   

                   

OK? And you tear it down here.



   

                   

And you tear it there.



   

                   

You fold it over here at the side.



   

                   

Fold over the other side here.



   

                   

And turn it up there.



   

                   

Now with... the door...



   

                   

Right off... and there.



   

                   

I'm not a baby any more.

Besides, that's Papa's paper.



   

                   

(Uncle Charlie) Oh, Roger, look what

we ' ve got. A nice, little red barn.



   

                   

- You've got Papa's paper.

- Oh, that's alright.



   

                   

Simply unfold it.

Nobody will ever know the difference.



   

                   

What are you two doing?



   

                   

- You know that's father's paper.

- It's my fault. I was playing a game.



   

                   

- Didn't think about it as Joe's pap.

- Oh, that's alright.



   

                   

Here's page one, five... eight.



   

                   

- What did you do with three and four?

- We never touched it.



   

                   

(Ann) Really. Uncle Charlie ' s

the only one that touched it.



   

                   

Oh, well. I guess it's all right.



   

                   

If I fold it very neatly,

maybe he won ' t notice.



   

                   

(Uncle Charlie) Come in.



   

                   

I brought you water.



   

                   

Oh, thank you, Charlie.

That's very thoughtful of you.



   

                   

Pleasant dreams.



   

                   

Uncle Charlie...



   

                   

- I know a secret you don't think I know.

- What secret?



   

                   

Remember I said you couldn't hide

anything from me because I'd find it out?



   

                   

Well, now I know there was something

in the evening paper about you.



   

                   

About me in the evening paper?



   

                   

And that's why you played that game

with Ann and Roger.



   

                   

You didn't want us to know

and you wanted to tear the paper.



   

                   

Now I know. You might as well tell me.



   

                   

(Chuckling)

Well, you've got me there, Charlie.



   

                   

Only it wasn't about me.

It was about, uh...



   

                   

someone I used to know.



   

                   

There!



   

                   

It's none of your business.



   

                   

(Gasping)

Oh! Uncle Charlie, you're hurting me.



   

                   

- Oh, Charlie.

- Your hands.



   

                   

Charlie, I didn't mean to hurt you.

(Short Chuckle)



   

                   

I was just fooling.

(Chuckling)



   

                   

It was nothing. Just... Just some gossip.



   

                   

Not very pretty,

about someone I once met up with.



   

                   

(Chuckles)



   

                   

Not for you to read.



   

                   

Forget it.



   

                   

- Good night, young Charlie.

- Good night. Pleasant dreams.



   

                   

(Church Bell Tolling)



   

                   

- How long is Uncle Charlie staying?

- Forever, I hope.



   

                   

Hasn't he got a house of his own?



   

                   

Not that I mind you in here,



   

                   

but I never can tell

when I'll want some privacy.



   

                   

(Chuckles) You better go to sleep, baby.



   

                   

- You said your prayers?

- I forgot.



   

                   

You better say them.



   

                   

I lay me down to sleep,

I pray the Lord my soul to keep -



   

                   

- Don't bless too many people. It's late.

- I pray the Lord my soul to take.



   

                   

God bless Mama, Papa, Captain Midnight,

Veronica Lake and the president -



   

                   

- You can't say them all tonight, dear.

- Oh, and Uncle Charlie. Amen.



   

                   

(Sighs)



   

                   

 (Humming Waltz)



   

                   

(Distant Train Whistle)



   

                   

(Traffic Noises)



   

                   

- All ready for breakfast?

- Oh, coffee, Emmy.



   

                   

I don't know how you do it.

Now, I'm never comfortable eating in bed.



   

                   

I had to have my meals in bed for a while



   

                   

after the children came,

but I never liked it.



   

                   

I can't face the world in the morning.

I must have coffee before I can speak.



   

                   

Well, I don't mind pampering you

your first morning,



   

                   

but I think you're the only person

in this town to have breakfast at   :  .



   

                   

And while you were sleeping,

the newspaper called up for an interview.



   

                   

With me?



   

                   

And the women's club I belong to

wants you to give a little talk.



   

                   

- (Chuckling) Women's club.

- (Laughing)



   

                   

Oh! Oh, you haven't finished unpacking.

I'll do that for you.



   

                   

- Where ' s Charlie ?

- She's running around like a mad thing.



   

                   

She thinks everything needs fixing.



   

                   

But what I wanted to tell you was that

you're not the only celebrity in this town.



   

                   

- We're all going to be in limelight.

- What are you cooking up?



   

                   

Well, a young man called this morning,

said his name was Graham,



   

                   

and he wants to interview

everybody in this house.



   

                   

- Interview everybody?

- That's what he said.



   

                   

He's being sent around the country

by some kind of institute or committee



   

                   

and he has to pick a representative

American family and ask them questions.



   

                   

It's a kind of a poll.

It's called the National Public Survey.



   

                   

Wonder how he happened

to pick this family?



   

                   

Well, he said he wanted

a typical American family.



   

                   

I told him

we weren't a typical American family.



   

                   

If he's going to ask a lot of questions,

he can leave me out of it.



   

                   

Oh, but you could tell him so much more

than any of us could.



   

                   

- He's going to take our pictures too.

- Pictures.



   

                   

(Gasps) My, isn't that lovely?



   

                   

You see, there were really,

there were two young men.



   

                   

One of them takes the pictures.



   

                   

- Oh, there were two.

- Yes. Mr Graham was the nicest.



   

                   

Oh, he doesn't want us

to dress up or anything.



   

                   

He just wants us to act

the way we always do.



   

                   

Emmy, women are fools.

They'd fall for anything.



   

                   

Why do you let two strangers come

and turn this place upside down.



   

                   

Why expose the family

to a couple of snoopers ?



   

                   

- (Chuckles) You should have more sense.

- Why, Charles, I -



   

                   

- (Charlie) Good morning, Uncle Charlie.

- Good morning, Charlie.



   

                   

Your mother says the Newtons have been

picked for all-American suckers.



   

                   

- What do you know about it?

- Charlie wasn't here when they came.



   

                   

But really, the way Mr Graham told it,

it wasn't like snooping at all.



   

                   

It was our duty as citizens.

It's something the government wants.



   

                   

- Government?

- Well, it's for the public good.



   

                   

I told them about you andtheplaces

you've been and he was very interested.



   

                   

Now, listen, Emmy.

I'll have nothing to do with this.



   

                   

I'm just a visitor here and my advice

to you is to slam the door in his face.



   

                   

Oh. Well, l-l couldn't do that.



   

                   

But you don't have to meet him

if you don't want to.



   

                   

Well, I think I'd be kind of exciting.



   

                   

He'd take your photograph

and then we could have it for nothing.



   

                   

No thank you. I've never been

photographed and I don't want to be.



   

                   

Oh, Charles, how can you talk that way?



   

                   

I had a photograph of you.

I gave it to Charlie.



   

                   

I tell you, there are none.

I guess you've forgotten this one.



   

                   

Get it, Charlie.



   

                   

(Emmy) You sure you don't remember?



   

                   

(Uncle Charlie) Of course I don't

ever remember being photographed.



   

                   

   Burnham Street.



   

                   

Mm-hm. It was taken

the Christmas you got your bicycle.



   

                   

- Just before your accident.

- Uncle Charlie, you were beautiful.



   

                   

Wasn't he, though?

And such a quiet boy. Always reading.



   

                   

Papa shouldn't have got you that bicycle.

You didn't know how to handle it.



   

                   

He took it right out on the icy road

and skidded into a streetcar.



   

                   

- We thought he was going to die.

- I'm glad he didn't.



   

                   

He almost did. He fractured his skull,

and he was laid up so long.



   

                   

And then, when he was getting well,

there was no holding him.



   

                   

And it was just as though

all the rest he had was too much for him



   

                   

and he had to get into mischief

to blow off steam.



   

                   

He didn't do much reading after that,

let me tell you.



   

                   

It was taken the very day

he had his accident.



   

                   

A few days later when the pictures

came home, how mama cried.



   

                   

She wondered if he'd ever look the same.

She wondered if he'd ever be the same.



   

                   

What's the use of looking backward?

What's the use of looking ahead?



   

                   

Today's the thing.

That's my philosophy. Today.



   

                   

If today's the thing,

then you'd better finish your breakfast



   

                   

and get down to the bank

because Joe'll be waiting.



   

                   

Charlie, don't be late back.

The survey men are coming at  :  .



   

                   

(Blows Whistle)



   

                   

(Car Horn Honking)



   

                   

- Good morning, Charlie.

- Hello, Madge.



   

                   

- Good morning, Charlie.

- Hello, Catherine.



   

                   

(Car Horn Honking)



   

                   

(Background Chattering)

(Officer Blows Whistle)



   

                   

Did you see the way they looked at you?

I bet they wonder who you are.



   

                   

Uncle Charlie, I love to walk with you.

I want everybody to see you.



   

                   

(Keyboards Clacking)

There's Papa in that window over there.



   

                   

(Background Chattering)



   

                   

Hello, Joe. Can you stop embezzling

a minute and give me your attention?



   

                   

Oh, uh...



   

                   

Charles, we don't joke

about such things here.



   

                   

Oh, what's a little shortage in the books

at the end of the month?



   

                   

Any good bank clerk can cover up

alittle shortage. Isn't that right, Charlie



   

                   

- Everyone can hear you.

- Good. We all know what banks are.



   

                   

Look all right, but noone knows

what goes on when they lock the doors.



   

                   

Can't fool me, though.

Well, Joe, let's see your president.



   

                   

Still want to open that account, Charles?

That's why I'm here.



   

                   

Well, uh, you wait right here.

I'll see if Mr Greene's busy.



   

                   

And, uh, Charles, he doesn't care much

for jokes about banks.



   

                   

Well, $      is no joke.

Not to him, I bet.



   

                   

It's a joke to me.

The whole world's a joke to me.



   

                   

I'll be right back.



   

                   

- You shouldn't tease Papa like that.

- (Chuckles)



   

                   

I wasn't teasing him.

I just hate this stuffy atmosphere.



   

                   

They're waving for us to come in.



   

                   

- (Charlie) Hello, Mr Greene.

- Hello, Charlie.



   

                   

Well, Mr Greene, this is

my brother-in-law, Mr Oakley.



   

                   

- How do you do?

- How are you, Mr Oakley?



   

                   

Well, Mr Greene, I was thinking

of settling down here for a while.



   

                   

Great country. Great country.



   

                   

We think so. What have you been doing?



   

                   

I suppose you might call me a promoter.

I've done a little bit of everything.



   

                   

The only trouble is that once I make

the money, I'm not interested in it.



   

                   

- Not interested in money?

- (Chuckles)



   

                   

You know there's money just lying around

waiting for somebody to pick it up.



   

                   

I thought maybe I'd put some of

my loose cash away for safekeeping.



   

                   

- In the bank where Joe works, naturally.

- (Mr Greene) Loose cash?



   

                   

Well, I got in a habit of carrying a lot

of cash with me when I was travelling.



   

                   

- A dangerous habit.

- Never lost a penny in my life.



   

                   

I guess heaven takes care

of fools and scoundrels.



   

                   

- (Chuckles) Yes.

- Thirty, thirty-five...



   

                   

Forty thousand.

Shall we start with forty?



   

                   

- If you'll just write out a deposit slip.

- Ah, details.



   

                   

I'm glad to see you're a man

who understands details, Mr Greene.



   

                   

They're most important to me.

Most important. All the little details.



   

                   

(Woman) Oh, dear. I'm sorry.

I didn't know you were busy.



   

                   

- We can come back.

- Come in, now that you're here.



   

                   

Mrs Greene,

I'd like you to meet my uncle, Mr Oakley.



   

                   

Uncle Charlie,

this is Mrs Greene and Mrs Potter.



   

                   

Mrs Greene, Miss Potter.



   

                   

(Chuckles) Mrs Potter.



   

                   

- Something about you made me think -

- Yes?



   

                   

- What did you want, Margaret?

- I need some money to go shopping.



   

                   

There's one good thing

in being a widow, isn't there?



   

                   

You don't have to ask

your husband for money. (Laughing)



   

                   

- Here you are.

- Oh, thank you.



   

                   

- Goodbye, Mr Oakley.

- Mrs Potter.



   

                   

Bye, Mrs Greene.



   

                   

(Pen Scratching)

There. There you are, Mr Greene.



   

                   

- Charlie, let's see the town.

- Goodbye, Mr Oakley.



   

                   

- Bye, Mr Greene.

- Call on us for advice anytime.



   

                   

- Thank you.

- Joe, you may see Mr Oakley out.



   

                   

Joe, keep your eyes open.

You'll have his job in a couple of years.



   

                   

(Typewriters Clacking)



   

                   

Here he is.



   

                   

(Bus Bells Ringing)



   

                   

Those must be the questionnaire men.

They're a whole hour early.



   

                   

I won't see them.



   

                   

You don't have to if you don't want to.

I'll see that you don't.



   

                   

The way they got around your mother.



   

                   

I thought she'd have better sense.



   

                   

- How do you do ?

- How do you do?



   

                   

- You must have come to interview us.

- My name is Graham, Miss Newton.



   

                   

- Oh, how do you do?

- And this is Fred Saunders.



   

                   

How do you do? Won't you come in?



   

                   

- I'll call my mother.

- Thank you.



   

                   

Mother, the government men are here.



   

                   

Will you sit down ?



   

                   

But you said  :  . Nothing's ready now.



   

                   

My husband is still at the bank

and-and the house is -



   

                   

That's all we want now, Mrs Newton,

some pictures of the house.



   

                   

Saunders can get busy

and I'd like to ask a few questions.



   

                   

Alright, but I do wish you'd waited

until I had the house looking its best.



   

                   

I wanted flowers around

and fresh curtains in the kitchen.



   

                   

And there are a lot of things

I don't want you to photograph.



   

                   

(Graham) - You said you own the house?

(Emmy) - Own it? It owns us.



   

                   

No sooner do I get one thing fixed

than something else gets broken.



   

                   

And then it needs fresh paint and th-



   

                   

Mr Saunders, I'm very sorry



   

                   

but you simply cannot

take a picture with that chair in it.



   

                   

- It needs a new slipcover.

- And there are, uh, six in your family?



   

                   

- Five.

- Five? But -



   

                   

Well, my uncle ' s just visiting.



   

                   

(Emmy) I told you about him.

He's here from the East.



   

                   

My uncle doesn't want to be bothered

with a lot of questions.



   

                   

Well, you see, on a survey, we usually -



   

                   

(Charlie) He's not interested

in a survey



   

                   

and I promised him

he wouldn ' t be bothered.



   

                   

Well, we'd like it

if we could get all of you.



   

                   

You know, your opinions,

what you do or what you want to do.



   

                   

My uncle's opinions aren't average

and I'm afraid they wouldn't help you.



   

                   

I think when someone asks for privacy,

they should have it.



   

                   

Well, we'll...

The whole idea of this thing is that -



   

                   

Mr Graham, perhaps

you'd better choose another family.



   

                   

We'll do anything you say, of course,

but this family seemed right and -



   

                   

(Emmy) It is a nice family.



   

                   

Charlie, let the young men go ahead,

so long as they're here.



   

                   

Well, alright.



   

                   

OK. Saunders, go ahead

and get another shot.



   

                   

Mrs Newton, what organisations

do you and your husband belong to?



   

                   

How about a picture in the kitchen?



   

                   

Well, I'm afraid the kitchen

isn't quite the way I'd like it.



   

                   

Come along.



   

                   

If you'll start by breakin' an egg,

Mrs Newton.



   

                   

Oh, but you don't start a cake

by breaking an egg.



   

                   

You have to put

the butter and sugar in first.



   

                   

Survey or no survey,

I'm not going to start by breaking an egg.



   

                   

I thought I'd make a maple cake.

My brother Charles loves maple cake.



   

                   

What does your brother do?

I guess he just does about everything.



   

                   

What does he do? He's just in business.

You know, the way men are.



   

                   

My husband works in a bank,

but I think Charles is just in business.



   

                   

(Emmy) lf you really want a picture

of me breaking an egg,



   

                   

you'll have to wait

till I cream the butter and sugar.



   

                   

I'll wait.



   

                   

I wonder if we could

take a look upstairs.



   

                   

You show us, and your mother can call us

when she's ready.



   

                   

- Alright.

- If you'd rather wait, Mr Saunders.



   

                   

Folding in the eggs

has to be done just right.



   

                   

I can ' t beat them and let them stand.



   

                   

The minute I hear you've

broken the eggs, I'll come right down.



   

                   

Yes.



   

                   

I really don't see

what you want to look up here for.



   

                   

Whose room is that? It's mine.

My uncle's using it now, though.



   

                   

I'd like to see what your room looks like.

Typical girl, typical room.



   

                   

Typical of you to ask.

My uncle's resting.



   

                   

I really don't want to disturb him.



   

                   

- Is there a back stairs?

- Mm-hm. Right down the hall.



   

                   

I'll bet you    cents

that your uncle isn't in there.



   

                   

(Chuckles) Oh, betting's silly.



   

                   

All you want to do

is photograph my room, doesn't he?



   

                   

- That's it.

- Besides, I know my uncle's in there.



   

                   

Alright, I'll still bet he isn't.

Let me knock and see.



   

                   

Oh, I'll knock.



   

                   

Uncle Charlie?



   

                   

Uncle Charlie, may we come in?



   

                   

- See?

- You were right.



   

                   

Nice room. Do you mind if I take a picture

since he isn't here?



   

                   

- I don't want to disturb your uncle.

- Oh, I suppose so.



   

                   

But I really can't imagine

anyone being interested in my room.



   

                   

It's not the way I'd like it.

I'd like to have it yellow and white.



   

                   

Might as well let him work in peace.



   

                   

Besides, I'd like to talk to you.



   

                   

Your picking us as an average family

gave me a funny feeling.



   

                   

- What kind of a funny feeling?

- Oh, I don't know.



   

                   

I guess I don't like to be and average girl

in an average family.



   

                   

Average families are the best.

Look at me.



   

                   

- I'm from an average family.

- As average as ours ?



   

                   

Sure.

Besides, I don't think you're average.



   

                   

Oh, that's because you see me now

instead of a few days ago.



   

                   

I was in the dumps. Then Uncle Charlie

came and everything changed.



   

                   

But your mother said he came last night.

Maybe you just think -



   

                   

I don't think. I know.



   

                   

Funny, but when I think about how I feel,

I always come back to Uncle Charlie.



   

                   

Are you trying to tell me

I shouldn't think he's so wonderful?



   

                   

- Oh, no. I -

- (Emmy) Mr Saunders?



   

                   

- I'm ready with the eggs.

- Mr Saunders mustn't move anything.



   

                   

- My uncle's awfully neat and fussy.

- Saunders is neat and fussy, too.



   

                   

(Footsteps)



   

                   

- Is this your uncle?

(Charlie) - Yes, it is.



   

                   

Now, for one of the hall.



   

                   

(Shutter Clicks)



   

                   

(Charlie) Mr Saunders has been

taking pictures of my room.



   

                   

My sister told me to remind you

about eggs and a cake.



   

                   

I don't like to be photographed.

I'll have to ask you for the film.



   

                   

- Oh, Uncle Charlie.

- Give it to me, please.



   

                   

Give it to him, Fred.



   

                   

That's too bad. There's a picture

of Mrs Newton on this film.



   

                   

- Excuse me.

- (Emmy) The eggs are ready.



   

                   

I can't let them stand another minute.



   

                   

(Saunders) That was my last roll of film.



   

                   

Mr Saunders took

Uncle Charlie's picture by mistake



   

                   

and Uncle Charlie made him

give him back the roll.



   

                   

He wasn't joking

about not wanting to be photographed.



   

                   

We didn't want to start a family feud.



   

                   

I'll get you

making the cake again tomorrow.



   

                   

I won't be

making a cake again tomorrow.



   

                   

I want to help an important work,

but I cannot go on making cakes.



   

                   

You have helped, Mrs Newton.



   

                   

And now I'd like to ask another favour.



   

                   

Could I borrow your daughter?

I'd like to look around the town.



   

                   

- Ann?

- Charlie.



   

                   

Ann would be better.

Ann knows everything about everybody.



   

                   

- Charlie.

- Well, if, uh, Charlie doesn't mind.



   

                   

- I don't mind.

- Swell.



   

                   

- Goodbye, then, Mrs Newton.

- Goodbye.



   

                   

-  :  ?

-  :  .



   

                   

- OK. Goodbye.

- Bye.



   

                   

- Bye, Mr Saunders.

- Bye.



   

                   

Goodbye.



   

                   

He seems like a nice young man.



   

                   

But I thought you were

going to the movies with Catherine.



   

                   

Oh, I'll tell her

I don't feel well or something.



   

                   

(Traffic Noises)



   

                   

(Both Laughing)



   

                   

- Hello, Charlie.

- Well... hello, Catherine. Hello, Shirley.



   

                   

- Hello.

- This is Jack Graham. He's in town.



   

                   

- (Together) How do you do?

- Hello.



   

                   

- How's your throat, Charlie?

- Oh, much better. Thank you.



   

                   

Bill Forest was asking about you.



   

                   

Oh. Bill Forest? (Embarrassed Chuckle)



   

                   

Well, uh... goodbye.



   

                   

- Bye.

- Goodbye.



   

                   

(Both Laughing)



   

                   

I know what you are, really.



   

                   

You're a detective. There's something

the matter and you're a detective.



   

                   

- Charlie, listen.

- I don't want to listen.



   

                   

Why, you're not on a survey at all.



   

                   

You lied to us. You lied to Mother.



   

                   

You just wanted to get in our house.

Police.



   

                   

That's what it is.



   

                   

What do you want with us?

Why are you here, lying to us?



   

                   

Look, Charlie, you've got to listen to me.

You've got to trust me.



   

                   

When you've done nothing but lie?



   

                   

And you probably didn't want to

take me out at all the way I thought.



   

                   

You just wanted to ask me

a lot of questions.



   

                   

Have I asked you a lot of questions?

Have l?



   

                   

Alright, I'm a detective.

A pretty bad one.



   

                   

Now, won't you even listen to me?



   

                   

- Why should I when you lied to me?

- I had to.



   

                   

When I came here to find a man,

I hadn't counted on you.



   

                   

- I hadn't counted on your family.

- Find a man? What man?



   

                   

There's a man loose in this country.

We're after him.



   

                   

We don't know much.

We don't even know what he looks like.



   

                   

Charlie, think. How much

do you know about your uncle?



   

                   

Why, he's my mother's brother.

What's he got to do with it?



   

                   

This man we want may be your uncle.



   

                   

Oh, I don't believe you.

Go away and leave me alone.



   

                   

We're after one man.

Your uncle may be that man.



   

                   

But in the East, there's another man

who's being hunted too,



   

                   

through Massachusetts and into Maine.

He may be the one.



   

                   

My uncle hasn't done anything.



   

                   

He knows it would kill

my mother if he did.



   

                   

He's her younger brother,

just like Roger is mine.



   

                   

Why don't they arrest

that man in the East?



   

                   

Why don't you go away

and leave us alone ?



   

                   

Charlie, when we were eating tonight

and talking about our folks



   

                   

and what we'd done and how we felt,

we were like two ordinary people.



   

                   

We'd been brought up about the same.



   

                   

- You liked me and I liked you.

- Oh, it doesn't matter now.



   

                   

What do you mean, "It doesn't matter"?

It's the only thing that does.



   

                   

If it weren't for you,

you don't think I ' d care



   

                   

how or where I caught up

with your uncle, do you ?



   

                   

Because if he's the guy, I'm going to

catch up with him. Remember that.



   

                   

And you're going to keep

your mouth shut.



   

                   

You're going to keep your mouth shut

because you're such a nice girl



   

                   

you'd help if you knew

your uncle was the man we wanted.



   

                   

- I wouldn't help you.

- And I know you would.



   

                   

And I'm trying to make it easier for you.



   

                   

If your uncle's the man we want,

we'll get him out of town quietly.



   

                   

- We won't arrest him here.

- Arrest him here? With mother -



   

                   

I'm trying to tell you we won ' t.



   

                   

- Please, Charlie.

- I won't say anything.



   

                   

Oh, take me home!



   

                   

(Clock Bell Tolling)



   

                   

Good night, Charlie.



   

                   

It's going to be funny

when you find out you're wrong.



   

                   

Good night.



   

                   

(Engine Starts)



   

                   

(Car Departs)



   

                   

- Hello, Charlie. Home already ?

- Oh, yes, Dad.



   

                   

It's so nice out, I thought

I'd get some air before I went to bed.



   

                   

You better run in. Your Uncle Charlie's

been asking about you.



   

                   

I think I'll just go up the back way.



   

                   

I-l'm tired and I don't feel like talking.



   

                   

Alright. Suit yourself.



   

                   

- Take care of yourself.

- Mm-hm.



   

                   

- Good night, Herb.

- Good night, Charlie.



   

                   

Good night, Charlie.



   

                   

What were we saying, Herb?

Did I notice what?



   

                   

Well, did you taste anything funny



   

                   

about that coffee you had

at my house this evening?



   

                   

No. It tasted all right.



   

                   

That's what I mean. It wasn't all right.



   

                   

- Put something in it?

- Put a little soda.



   

                   

About the same amount that I'd have used

if I'd wanted to use poison.



   

                   

Well, you don't say?

I never tasted a thing.



   

                   

Of course, I might not notice the soda.



   

                   

You'd notice the soda more

than you would the poison. (Scoffs)



   

                   

For all you knew, you might

just as well be dead now.



   

                   

(Rustling)



   

                   

- Aren't you asleep yet, Ann?

- Uh-uh.



   

                   

Charlotte, what are you doing?



   

                   

Oh, I'm just looking for a recipe

I thought I saw,



   

                   

but it's just so torn up.



   

                   

They have papers in the "Iibarry",

new ones and old ones.



   

                   

Miss Corcoran will get them out for you.



   

                   

She won't even notice

if you cut out a little, bitty recipe.



   

                   

Oh, it's not that important.



   

                   

What time does the library close?



   

                   

If you read as much as you should,

you'd know it closes at  :  .



   

                   

Oh, well.

If I think about it, maybe I'll go tomorrow.



   

                   

You really ought to go to sleep, Ann.



   

                   

(Tyres Screeching)



   

                   

Get back there!

Get back! Get back!



   

                   

(Blows Whistle)



   

                   

Just a moment, Charlie.

What do you think I am out here for?



   

                   

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr Norton.



   

                   

Alright. Go ahead.



   

                   

(Clock Bell Tolling)



   

                   

(Whispers)

Oh! Miss Corcoran, please let me in.



   

                   

Oh, please!



   

                   

Oh, thank you.



   

                   

Really, Charlie. You know as well as I do

the library closes at  :  .



   

                   

If I make one exception,

I'll have to make a thousand.



   

                   

I'm sorry, Mrs Corcoran, but there is something

in the paper I've got to see.



   

                   

I'm surprised at you, Charlie.

No consideration.



   

                   

- Oh, I'll only be a minute.

- You've got all day to come here.



   

                   

I don't know why you want

to rush in here tonight like a madwoman.



   

                   

I'll give you just three minutes.



   

                   

(Whispering)

Can't be anything really awful.



   

                   

I'll prove to him it isn't.



   

                   

Page three -



   

                   

 (Waltz)



   

                   

Hello.



   

                   

- Where's Charlie?

- Still asleep. I don't want to wake her.



   

                   

(Clock Bell Tolling)



   

                   

- Charlie still asleep?

- No, she just woke up.



   

                   

I shouldn't have let her sleep so long,

but she needed it.



   

                   

She doesn't look quite herself.

She'll be down for dinner.



   

                   

(Door Creaking)



   

                   

Mother, let me finish mashing those.



   

                   

I'll fix the rest of dinner

and get it on the table.



   

                   

You go talk to Uncle Charlie.



   

                   

- How do you feel?

- Fine.



   

                   

I must have been tired. I slept like a log.



   

                   

Uncle Charlie was asking for you again.

He's fond of you.



   

                   

That nice young man came to ask

after you. I told him you were asleep.



   

                   

-  (Humming)

- I'm rested now. Is the gravy made?



   

                   

Now you're humming that waltz.

Please don't hum that tune anymore.



   

                   

I've just got it out of my head

and don't want it started again.



   

                   

Please remember, don't hum that tune.



   

                   

And don't keep getting up

every few minutes.



   

                   

You just sit there and be a real lady.



   

                   

Alright, if you say so,

but at least I can carry in the soup.



   

                   

Roger, wash your hands!

Joe. Charles. Dinner.



   

                   

- Mama -

- Ann, don't put things behind your ear.



   

                   

And don't whisper.

Anyone could hear you a block away.



   

                   

May I sit by you at the table?



   

                   

By me? I should think

you'd want to sit by Uncle Charlie.



   

                   

(Ann) - No, I want to sit by you.

- Why do you want to change ?



   

                   

Mother, let her change if she wants to.



   

                   

Roger doesn't mind.



   

                   

No, certainly not.

Uncle Charlie might think... Certainly not.



   

                   

- Mother, let her change.

- OK, but Ann has some foolish ideas.



   

                   

Go in the dining room, both of you.



   

                   

What's going on here?

Have I lost my little girl?



   

                   

(Emmy) Roger wanted to sit next to you,



   

                   

and I thought it would be nice

if the children took turns.



   

                   

- I never...

- Never what, Roger?



   

                   

- Nothing.

- Come, Ann. Come and help me.



   

                   

Joe! I brought it in by mistake.

Nothing special in it.



   

                   

- Want to look at the headlines, Charles?

- Thank you, Joe.



   

                   

(Emmy) Roger, don't make so much noise

with your soup.



   

                   

(Ann) lf he holds his lips together, he

could draw it carefully, like a horse.



   

                   

(Emmy) - Don't be disgusting.

(Roger) - May I dip my bread in it?



   

                   

(Joe) - Where's Charlie ?

(Emmy) - She wanted to serve dinner.



   

                   

- She ' Il be in in a minute.

(Uncle Charlie) - You're right, Joe.



   

                   

Nothing special tonight. Oh, here she is!



   

                   

(Uncle Charlie) - Here ' s my girl.

(Roger) - How many hours did you sleep?



   

                   

If you could tell me

the exact minute you went to sleep,



   

                   

the exact minute you woke up,

if you woke up in between



   

                   

and how long you stayed awake

each time you woke up,



   

                   

then I could tell you exactly -



   

                   

You won't sleep tonight.

Nobody who sleeps all day can.



   

                   

I slept all right, and I kept dreaming,



   

                   

perfect nightmares

about you, Uncle Charlie.



   

                   

Nightmares about me?



   

                   

You were on a train,

running away from something



   

                   

and when I saw you on the train,

I felt terribly happy.



   

                   

(Emmy) How could you feel happy

seeing Uncle Charlie on a train?



   

                   

I don't want to see him on a train.

I hope he stays here forever.



   

                   

Well, he has to leave sometime.

We have to face the facts.



   

                   

I like people who face facts.



   

                   

Well, we're not going

to face any such facts as those.



   

                   

Oh, Ann,

would you like to see the funnies?



   

                   

I'm too old for funnies. I read two books

a week. I took a sacred oath I would.



   

                   

Besides, no one's allowed to read

at the table. It isn't polite.



   

                   

Don't correct your elders!



   

                   

She's right, Emmy.

I'm forgetting my manners.



   

                   

Joe, I'm going to blame this paper on you.



   

                   

Roger, go to the icebox and bring me

a big, red bottle you'll find there.



   

                   

You can throw the paper away.

Dad's read it, you've read it.



   

                   

We don't need to play any

games with it tonight.



   

                   

(Emmy) Ann, you can help

Charlie carry the vegetables.



   

                   

(Emmy) I saw that bottle

when I was getting dinner.



   

                   

St Paul said, "Take a little wine

for thy stomach's sake."



   

                   

Wine for dinner sounds so gay!



   

                   

Remember they had the champagne

when the oldest Jones girl got married?



   

                   

This is sparkling burgundy.



   

                   

One sip and I'll be calling it

"sparkling burgledy."



   

                   

(Emmy) Maybe I'd better not take any.



   

                   

Oh... imported.



   

                   

Imported Frankie and his tweeds?



   

                   

And his loaded cane.



   

                   

His loaded everything!



   

                   

(Emmy, Uncle Charlie Laughing)



   

                   

(Emmy) Roger, go get four

of the small glasses with stems.



   

                   

Charles, I promised Mrs Greene of our

club that you'd talk to the ladies.



   

                   

What am I going to talk about?

Travel or current events?



   

                   

Oh, not current events.

We get current events.



   

                   

(Uncle Charlie) Who'll my audience be?

(Cork Popping)



   

                   

Oh, women like myself.

Busy with our homes, most of us.



   

                   

(Uncle Charlie)

Women keep busy in towns like this.



   

                   

In the cities it's different .

Middle-aged widows, husbands dead,



   

                   

husbands who ' ve spent their lives

making fortunes, working and working,



   

                   

and then they die and leave their money

to their wives, their silly wives.



   

                   

And what do the wives do,

these useless women?



   

                   

You see them in the best hotels

every day by the thousands,



   

                   

drinking the money, eating the money,



   

                   

Iosing the money at bridge,

playing all day and all night,



   

                   

smelling of money.



   

                   

Proud of their jewellery,

but of nothing else.



   

                   

Horrible, faded, fat, greedy women.



   

                   

(Charlie)

But they're alive! They're human beings.



   

                   

Are they? Are they, Charlie?



   

                   

Are they human,

or are they fat, wheezing animals ? Hm ?



   

                   

And what happens to animals when

they get too fat and too old?



   

                   

Well, I seem to be making

my speech right here.



   

                   

Don't talk about women like that

in front of my club! You'll be lynched.



   

                   

That nice Mrs Potter's going to be there.

She was asking me about you.



   

                   

The Greenes are bringing her here to

the party I'm having for you afterwards.



   

                   

Joe, it's Herbert.



   

                   

(Quietly)

He always comes when we're eating.



   

                   

(Place Setting Clanging)

Good evening, Mrs Newton.



   

                   

- Good evening, Mr Oakley.

- Good evening.



   

                   

(Emmy) Well, Herb, how's your mother?



   

                   

Oh, she's just middling.



   

                   

- Had your dinner?

- Oh, I had mine an hour ago.



   

                   

You folks are getting pretty stylish.

Having dinner later every evening.



   

                   

(Joe) Ha ha!



   

                   

- Joe.

- Huh ?



   

                   

- Joe, l-l picked some mushrooms.

- You don't say?



   

                   

Mushrooms mean anything to you, Joe?



   

                   

I eat 'em on my steak when I'm out

and the meat's not good enough as it is.



   

                   

If I brought you some mushrooms,

would you eat 'em?



   

                   

Suppose I would. Why?



   

                   

Then I've got it. The worst I'd be

accused of would be manslaughter.



   

                   

Doubt if I'd get that.

Accidental death, pure and simple.



   

                   

A basket of good mushrooms and...

two or three poisonous ones.



   

                   

No, no. Innocent party might

get the poisonous ones.



   

                   

I thought of something better

when I was shaving.



   

                   

A bath tub. Pull the legs out

from under you, hold you down.



   

                   

(Charlie)

Oh, what's the matter with you two ?



   

                   

Do you always have to

talk about killing people?



   

                   

We're not talking about killing people.



   

                   

Herb's talking about killing me,

and I'm talking about killing him.



   

                   

It's your father's way of relaxing.



   

                   

Can't he find some other way to relax?



   

                   

Can't we have a little peace and quiet

without dragging in poisons all the time?



   

                   

(Emmy) Charlie!

She doesn ' t make sense talking like that.



   

                   

I'm worried about her.

Roger, bring her back.



   

                   

I'll go. You stay and finish dinner.

I'll catch up with her.



   

                   

(Emmy) What's wrong with her?



   

                   

(Officer Blows Whistle)



    

                   

- Excuse me, Mr Norton.

- You're always running around at night.



    

                   

- Where were you hurrying to last night?

- Just doing an errand.



    

                   

- Is this your uncle I've heard about?

- Yes.



    

                   

- Uncle Charlie, Mr Norton.

- Glad to know you. What's the name?



    

                   

Oakley. Charles Oakley. Nice to meet you.



    

                   

Better keep your eye on your niece.

I'll have to give her a ticket for speeding.



    

                   

- City ordinance about running.

- Hear that, Charlie?



    

                   

Don't want to break the law.

I'll take care of her.



    

                   

- Good night.

- Good night.



    

                   

What's the matter, Charlie?

What's wrong?



    

                   

- I want to talk to you.

- You're hurting my arm again.



    

                   

- Come in here with me.

- I can't. I don't go to places like this.



    

                   

Go on in.



    

                   

- Why'd you bring me here?

- What does it matter where we are?



    

                   

Hello, Charlie. Hello.



    

                   

Hello, Louise.

Uncle Charlie, Louise Finch.



    

                   

- This is my uncle.

- I was in Charlie's class in school.



    

                   

I sure was surprised to see you come in.

I never thought I'd see you here.



    

                   

I been here two weeks.

Lost my job over at Kern's.



    

                   

I've been in half the restaurants in town.

What'll you have, Charlie?



    

                   

- Nothing, thank you.

- A ginger ale for her, a brandy for me.



    

                   

- Well, Charlie?

- Well?



    

                   

Think you know something, don't you?

That young fellow told you something.



    

                   

Jack?

Why should he know anything about you?



    

                   

Charlie, something's come between us.

I don't want that to happen.



    

                   

Why, we're old friends.



    

                   

More than that. We're like twins.



    

                   

- You said so yourself.

- Don't touch me, Uncle Charlie.



    

                   

What did that boy tell you?



    

                   

He's got nothing to do with it. I hope

he never knows anything about you.



    

                   

Charlie,

you're a pretty understanding sort of girl.



    

                   

If you've heard

some little things about me,



    

                   

I guess you're a woman of the world

enough to overlook them.



    

                   

You're the head of your family, Charlie.

Anyone can see that.



    

                   

I'm not so old. I've been chasing

around the globe since I was sixteen.



    

                   

I guess I've done

some pretty foolish things,



    

                   

made some pretty foolish mistakes.



    

                   

Nothing serious, just... foolish.



    

                   

(Chuckles)



    

                   

Oh, Charlie, now,

don't start imagining things.



    

                   

How could you do such things?

You're my uncle,



    

                   

my mother's brother.



    

                   

We thought you were

the most wonderful man in the world.



    

                   

- The most wonderful and the best.

- Charlie, what do you know?



    

                   

I'm sorry I was so long.

We're awful busy.



    

                   

Whose is it? Ain't it beautiful?



    

                   

I'd just die for a ring like that.



    

                   

Yes sir, for a ring like that,

I'd just about die.



    

                   

I love jewellery, real jewellery.



    

                   

Notice I didn't even have to ask

if it was real. You can tell.



    

                   

- I can.

- Bring me another brandy.



    

                   

Sit down.



    

                   

Sit down!



    

                   

You think you know something,

don't you?



    

                   

You think you're the clever little girl

who knows something.



    

                   

There's so much you don't know.

So much.



    

                   

What do you know, really?



    

                   

You're just an ordinary little girl

living in an ordinary little town.



    

                   

You wake up every day and know there's

nothing in the world to trouble you.



    

                   

You go through your ordinary little day.



    

                   

At night, you sleep your ordinary sleep

filled with peaceful, stupid dreams.



    

                   

And I brought you nightmares.



    

                   

Or did l?

Or was it a silly, inexpert, little lie?



    

                   

You live in a dream.

You're a sleepwalker, blind.



    

                   

How do you know

what the world is like?



    

                   

Do you know the world is a foul sty?



    

                   

Do you know if you ripped

the fronts off houses, you'd find swine ?



    

                   

The world's a hell.

What does it matter what happens in it?



    

                   

Wake up, Charlie.

Use your wits. Learn something!



    

                   

You goin', Charlie?



    

                   

(Raucous Laughter)



    

                   

- Charlie, will you help me?

- Help you?



    

                   

The same blood flows through our veins.

I was at the end of my rope.



    

                   

Oh, I'm so tired. There's an end

to the running a man can do.



    

                   

You'll never know what it's like

to be so tired. I was going to...



    

                   

Then I got the idea of coming out here.

It's my last chance, Charlie.



    

                   

Give it to me.



    

                   

Graham and the other fellow,

they don't know.



    

                   

There's a man in the east they suspect,

and if they get him, I'll...



    

                   

Charlie, give me this last chance.



    

                   

Take your chance. Go!



    

                   

I'll go, Charlie. Just give me a few days.



    

                   

Think of your mother.

It'll kill your mother.



    

                   

Yes, it would kill my mother.



    

                   

Take your few days.

See that you get away from here.



    

                   

You realise what it'll mean

if they get me?



    

                   

The electric chair.



    

                   

- (Sobs)

- Charlie, you've got to help me.



    

                   

You said yourself we're no ordinary uncle

and niece, no matter what I've done.



    

                   

You go in. I'll be in in a minute.



    

                   

(Uncle Charlie) - Home, sweet home.

(Emmy) - Where's Charlie ?



    

                   

- She's outside. Don't worry about her.

- What was the matter?



    

                   

She was a little edgy. I persuaded her

to go for a walk. She's calmer now.



    

                   

- I'm so glad. I've saved dessert for you .

- We had an ice-cream soda.



    

                   

(Joe) Oops-a-daisy! Off to bed you go!

(Ann Giggling)



    

                   

(Sobbing)



    

                   

 (Pipe Organ)



    

                   

(lndistinct Arguing)



    

                   

- (Emmy) Roger, come here!

- No!



    

                   

There's my girl. Psst! Ann!



    

                   

Hello!

You must be trying to hide or something.



    

                   

- We're not hiding.

- People who are hiding say "psst".



    

                   

- We just don't want to yell on Sunday.

- Look, Ann.



    

                   

Ask your sister to run over here.

Just ask her quietly. We'll wait here.



    

                   

- Did my father have a feud with yours?

- My father?



    

                   

Because if they didn't, there's no sense

in my asking Charlotte quietly.



    

                   

Mama won't care. She thinks

girls ought to marry and settle down.



    

                   

- In a book I'm reading -

- Just ask her, Ann. Don't be literary.



    

                   

- Alright.

- Remember, I'm doing all the talking.



    

                   

(Charlie) - Hello.

- Hello.



    

                   

Good morning, Mr Graham.



    

                   

Catherine, this is Mr Saunders.



    

                   

- How do you do?

- How do you do?



    

                   

- Ann says you want to speak to me.

- Saunders wants to.



    

                   

Come on, Ann.

Tell Catherine the story of Dracula.



    

                   

Come on, Catherine.



    

                   

- What do you want?

- Let them get a little bit ahead.



    

                   

It's about that photograph we took,

the one of your uncle.



    

                   

- He probably burned it.

- Not that one, he hasn't.



    

                   

We gave him the wrong film.



    

                   

We got the picture alright.

We wired it East.



    

                   

They've got witnesses can identify

the man we want from that picture.



    

                   

- What do you mean, identify him?

- Just what I said.



    

                   

When the witnesses see that picture,

we'll know whether Oakley's the man.



    

                   

- We're waiting for the wire now.

- And then Uncle Charlie will be -



    

                   

That's right. That's the way it is.



    

                   

Graham thought you could get your uncle

to leave town now. It would be better -



    

                   

I've got to, haven't l? I've got to!

What's the most time you'll give me?



    

                   

- Two hours.

- I'll make him leave!



    

                   

You seem pretty sure

he's the man we want. Why?



    

                   

No reason why. I'm just scared.

You're the ones who seem sure.



    

                   

- I couldn't bear anything happening here.

- You know what he's done?



    

                   

- No, I don't want to hear!

- Well, I want you to get this.



    

                   

We're doing you a favour. If you know

anything more about your uncle, tell us.



    

                   

We also want to know

when and how he leaves town.



    

                   

- If you hold out on us -

- I won't. I'll tell you.



    

                   

(Ann) Step on a crack,

you'll break your mother's back.



    

                   

I wish I knew we could trust you.



    

                   

I won't do anything to help him,

I promise.



    

                   

But you can't ask me to spy on him.



    

                   

We've made a bargain.

I'll get him to leave. That's all I'll do.



    

                   

Think, Charlie. The man's dangerous.

If he gets away from us -



    

                   

I don't want to hear what he'll do.

We've made a bargain. I'll keep it.



    

                   

I'll let you know when he leaves.



    

                   

Funny if he turned out

to be the wrong man. Could be.



    

                   

(Saunders) - Ann!

- I broke my mother's back three times.



    

                   

Not bad. You didn't finish telling me

whether Miss Rose married the rich guy,



    

                   

- or the one she was in love with.

- How long have you two such friends?



    

                   

Oh, we play games. I ask questions.

She knows all the answers.



    

                   

The only trouble is

I can't make out what she's making up.



    

                   

I never make up anything.

I get everything from my books.



    

                   

They're all true.



    

                   

Come on, Ann. We'd better get home

and help with dinner. Goodbye.



    

                   

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye, Mr Graham. Mr Saunders.



    

                   

- Goodbye, Catherine.

(Charlie) - Come on, Catherine.



    

                   

- Why not pick flowers for the table?

- Simple flowers are the best.



    

                   

- I didn't ask for orchids.

(Ann) - I wish I'd been born in the South.



    

                   

Southern women have a lot of charm.

They pick flowers with gloves on.



    

                   

- Goodbye, Catherine.

- Goodbye, Charlie. See you after dinner.



    

                   

Bye.



    

                   

- Hello, Ann.

- Hello.



    

                   

How was church, Charlie? Did you

count the house? Turn anybody away?



    

                   

No, room enough for everyone.



    

                   

I'm glad to hear that.



    

                   

Show's been running such a long time,

I thought attendance might be falling off.



    

                   

(Joe)

Anything special on the noon broadcast ?



    

                   

They caught that other fellow,

the Merry Widow Murderer.



    

                   

- They did, did they? Where ?

- State of Maine. Portland.



    

                   

Didn't catch him exactly.

He was running away from the police,



    

                   

and they cornered him at the airport

and he ran into the propeller of a plane.



    

                   

- Oh, boy!

- Cut him all to pieces.



    

                   

Had to identify him by his clothes.



    

                   

His shirts were all initialled,

"C," "O," apostrophe "H."



    

                   

Well, makes a good ending.

Couldn't have done better myself.



    

                   

I guess that closes that case pretty final.



    

                   

Sure does.

Never cared much for that case.



    

                   

Well, I think I'll go get ready for dinner.

I'm hungry. I can eat a good dinner today.



    

                   

Charlie, I have great news for you.

Where can we talk alone?



    

                   

We got a wire from Maine. We can call

off the job. I'll bet you're relieved. I am.



    

                   

Oh, I am relieved.



    

                   

You were trying to get youruncle out.

He must have thought you were crazy.



    

                   

Now that it's over, I don't

want to talk about it any more.



    

                   

I'd like to pretend the whole

dreadful thing never happened.



    

                   

- There's nothing to pretend about.

- There's mother's gloves.



    

                   

Mother and her gloves.

She's always losing things.



    

                   

All mothers lose things.

Someday, she'll be losing you.



    

                   

Mothers don't lose daughters,

they gain sons.



    

                   

Yes, but gain isn't always the word.

Now, take me.



    

                   

Who'd want a detective

for a son-in-law?



    

                   

- My father would.

- He would?



    

                   

If you told him you were going to marry

a detective, he wouldn't disown you?



    

                   

It wouldn't have to be me. There's Ann.



    

                   

No, Ann wants to marry a librarian.

She told me.



    

                   

So she'll always have

plenty of books around to read.



    

                   

What's the matter?



    

                   

I was laughing.

It's been so long since I laughed.



    

                   

I like it when you laugh.



    

                   

I like it when you don't.

I guess I like you whatever you do.



    

                   

- I guess I like you.

- I'm glad. I like you too.



    

                   

Funny how you happen to meet someone

and like them and... Iike them.



    

                   

Mm-hm.



    

                   

- Charlie?

- Yes?



    

                   

I suppose it couldn't ever really happen

some day that you'd tell your father...



    

                   

You know, about marrying someone,

a detective, I mean.



    

                   

- I don't know.

- I didn't mean to tell you.



    

                   

I wanted to wait until you'd forgotten

the mess we've been through together,



    

                   

till you didn't think of me as part

of something unpleasant and frightening.



    

                   

I wanted to wait and come back

and then tell you.



    

                   

But I can't help it.

I want to tell you now.



    

                   

I love you, Charlie. I love you terribly.



    

                   

I know it's no time to tell you now

and I'm sorry. Do you mind?



    

                   

- I don't mind.

- Do you think you could think about it?



    

                   

- About your loving me?

- And perhaps your loving me?



    

                   

I-l'd like us to be friends. I know that.

We are friends.



    

                   

- I'd like to have that to think about.

- Nothing more?



    

                   

I don't know, Jack.

I... just don't know yet.



    

                   

Alright. But I may come back?



    

                   

Oh, please come back.

Please come back.



    

                   

Listen, Charlie.



    

                   

When I go, go back to that square

in the middle of town.



    

                   

Take a good look at it.

That's where I first knew I loved you.



    

                   

That's where we had the fight

and I didn't know what to do.



    

                   

I like my job,

but I didn't like it that night.



    

                   

I hated it that night.



    

                   

- You hate it now?

- No, not now.



    

                   

You know, this is a swell place.

I'm going to put a bronze plaque up.



    

                   

(Door Creaks, Slams Shut)



    

                   

That door's always banging shut!



    

                   

Oh! It sticks.



    

                   

Uh!



    

                   

What are you two locking yourselves

in the garage for?



    

                   

- When I was young, it was the parlour.

- Hello, Mr Oakley.



    

                   

- I was saying goodbye to Charlie.

- In the garage?



    

                   

The door got stuck.

Now I'll have to say goodbye to you.



    

                   

Let's say goodbye out here on the lawn.

No use taking a chance on the garage.



    

                   

- Finished here?

- All finished, but I'll be back.



    

                   

- You ' Il be seeing me around.

- Oh?



    

                   

Not on business, though.



    

                   

I can understand you coming back.

Charlie's a fine girl.



    

                   

She's the thing I love most in the world.



    

                   

I mean it. Have a nice trip, Mr Graham.



    

                   

And don't take any more photographs

without permission.



    

                   

Rights of man. You know, freedom?



    

                   

We'll have a talk

about freedom some day, Mr Oakley.



    

                   

- Bye.

- Goodbye.



    

                   

(Car Door Slams)



    

                   

Don't forget to write.

Remember, you have the addresses.



    

                   

Jack!



    

                   

Anything else? I've got butter, fruit,

green thread and go to the library.



    

                   

And whatever vegetable looks freshest.

If I've forgotten anything, I'll send Ann.



    

                   

Alright.



    

                   

(Board Cracking)



    

                   

Mother!



    

                   

Charlie! Darling! Are you hurt?



    

                   

I tripped.



    

                   

Oh, what is it? ls it your ankle?



    

                   

I don't think I'm hurt.

I grabbed the banister.



    

                   

You might have been killed!



    

                   

I worry myself sick every time

one of you comes down these stairs.



    

                   

They're too steep and rickety.

They ought to be fixed.



    

                   

Are you sure you're all right?



    

                   

(Footsteps)



    

                   

When are you leaving, Uncle Charlie?



    

                   

Oh, come now. That other business,

it's all over. I'd like to forget it.



    

                   

- We're all happy here.

- When are you leaving?



    

                   

I'm not going, you see.



    

                   

Not yet. I'm not going.



    

                   

I want to settle down. Live somewhere

people know me. Put some money by.



    

                   

- Start a business. Be part of the family.

- I see.



    

                   

The most sensible thing for you to do

is to be friends with me.



    

                   

I can do a lot for you, Charlie,

for all of you.



    

                   

No, not you.

We don't want anything from you.



    

                   

- I wish I'd told my mother about you.

- I know what you've been thinking.



    

                   

How would your mother have felt?

What would it do to her now?



    

                   

How about your father?

His job at the bank?



    

                   

What would become of all of you

if everything came out?



    

                   

You needn't be afraid. I can't tell them.



    

                   

But I'm not afraid. What would you tell?

Who'd believe you?



    

                   

A waltz runs through your head.



    

                   

You don't like the initials on a ring and

connect it up with a newspaper clipping.



    

                   

Now, you haven't even got the ring.

I don't know what became of it.



    

                   

- You have it.

- I?



    

                   

I gave it to you.



    

                   

I don't want you here, Uncle Charlie.

I don't want you to touch my mother.



    

                   

So go away, I'm warning you.

Go away, or I'll kill you myself.



    

                   

See? That's the way I feel about you.



    

                   

- Here you are, Joe.

- Oh, perfume.



    

                   

- Just the fresh, clean smell of lavender.

- Yeah, I know.



    

                   

You look very handsome, both of you.



    

                   

- I'm proud of the two men in my family.

- Emmy, you're a dream.



    

                   

It's a pity the children

have to sit on our laps.



    

                   

It's going to be a tight squeeze.

It won't do my pants any good.



    

                   

(Emmy) - Joe, I wish you could drive.

(Joe) - We do it this way.



    

                   

- Charles, you'll sit -

- He can sit in the back with Dad.



    

                   

The children can fit in beside them.



    

                   

Nonsense. I'm getting a cab.

You all go in the taxi.



    

                   

- Charlie and I'll go in the car.

- No, Uncle Charlie, you go in the taxi.



    

                   

I want to ride in the taxi!



    

                   

Course you do. So it's all arranged.



    

                   

- Charlie, run out and get the car.

- I'd rather drive the family.



    

                   

I want you to hear my speech

on the way. You're my severest critic.



    

                   

(Emmy) Anyway, we need a taxi.

Ann, go call Mr Abercrombie.



    

                   

(Charlie Whispering) Mother!



    

                   

Mother, please ride with me.

Father can take the children. Please!



    

                   

(Car Motor Running)



    

                   

(Coughing)



    

                   

(Coughing)



    

                   

(Coughing)



    

                   

(Joe) Bet I'll be the only man outside

of Charles fool enough to dress up.



    

                   

(Emmy) Then you'll be the only other on e

to be correct. You look distinguished.



    

                   

Charles, are you all ready? Joe, are you?



    

                   

Wait a minute!

I've got to get my overcoat.



    

                   

Please, dear. Hurry!



    

                   

Take your time, Emmy.

They can't start till I get there.



    

                   

It's getting chilly in here.



    

                   

(Radio Announcer) KSRO, Santa Rosa,



    

                   

with studios in Vallejo

and Santa Rosa, California.



    

                   

May as well have a little music

while we wait.



    

                   

Oregon State Police pressed theirsearch

today for five - (Changes Station)



    

                   

 (Orchestra)

Oh! Does it have to be so loud?



    

                   

Gets the lower tones better.



    

                   

I likeit loud! lf the music's too soft,

I can't tell what they're playing.



    

                   

If I have a band,

I'm a-least have    men.



    

                   

Help, everybody!

Somebody's caught in the garage.



    

                   

They're suffocating!

There's something wrong with the door.



    

                   

Joe!



    

                   

I'll take her. I've got her.



    

                   

Joe, there's some whisky on my bureau.

Get it quick.



    

                   

- Charlie. Charlie. Dear Charlie.

- Charlie?



    

                   

Emmy, rub her feet.

Roger, run get something to fan her with.



    

                   

Charlie!



    

                   

(Emmy) Ann, don't, dear.



    

                   

- (Moans)

- Charlie? What are you trying to say?



    

                   

Go away.



    

                   

Go away.



    

                   

(Uncle Charlie) Emmy, she wants you.



    

                   

I'm here, darling. Here's mother.

That's right, my baby.



    

                   

That's right, my brave little girl. Here.



    

                   

- Take a little sip of this.

- No, I'm all right.



    

                   

- Joe, call Dr Phillips.

- No, I'm all right. I just want to get up.



    

                   

You had a wonderful escape. Someone

must have left the motor running.



    

                   

- I couldn't find the key to turn it off.

- The key was there when I went in.



    

                   

Lucky thing I passed by.



    

                   

She might have died. You saved her.

You knew just what to do.



    

                   

- Don't know how I happened across her.

- We'll put the lecture off.



    

                   

Oh, yes, there is. I want you all to go.

There's the cab now.



    

                   

Oh, I couldn't. I just couldn't go.



    

                   

Wh-Who found me in the garage?



    

                   

(Joe)

Herb heard you beating on the door.



    

                   

I was coming across the backyard

and I heard gaspin' and bangin'.



    

                   

I figured there must be

a human bein' in there.



    

                   

- Quick thinking, Herb.

(Herb) - Lucky thing.



    

                   

I'm glad you happened

to be going by, Herb.



    

                   

Come on, Mother.



    

                   

I-l want to stay with you.



    

                   

I don't feel like making a speech now,

when I think what might have happened.



    

                   

I'm all right. I just want to sit

on the porch a while and get the air.



    

                   

No, darling, I won't hear of it.



    

                   

I'm alright, really. I'd rather stay home

and get things ready for the party.



    

                   

Darling, I want to stay with you.



    

                   

Herb, will you take Roger?

Ann, you come with us.



    

                   

(Car Starts)



    

                   

I just don't understand it.

First the stairs and...



    

                   

Mr Graham isn't there?



    

                   

(Sighing)



    

                   

This is the Hotel Stewart in Fresno,

isn't it?



    

                   

And you don't expect him?



    

                   

I see. Thank you.



    

                   

He isn't there?

Thank you very much. Goodbye.



    

                   

Can you tell me where I can reach him?



    

                   

I've already tried to get him

at the address he gave me in Fresno.



    

                   

Thank you.



    

                   

(lndistinct Chattering)



    

                   

Mom, may we have some sandwiches?



    

                   

Don't take anything from the dining room.

Go in the kitchen.



    

                   

Please go. And just leave your coats...



    

                   

Joe, dear,

will you take care of everyone ?



    

                   

Charlie!



    

                   

I'll be right down.



    

                   

(Herb) Well... now... hm.



    

                   

Now, Mr Oakley. I thought champagne

was only for battleships!



    

                   

None for me, nor I'm sure, for my wife.

But we hope you'll all forget we're here.



    

                   

I'd like to propose a toast to...

Isn't Charlie coming down?



    

                   

She'll be down in a moment.

Mrs Potter.



    

                   

Not that one. Why do I make tomato?

They always soak through the bread.



    

                   

Try one of these. It's whole wheat bread

and cream cheese. Paprika makes it pink.



    

                   

(Uncle Charlie) - Mr Greene.

- Mrs Greene, what would you like?



    

                   

Thank you.



    

                   

- I think I'd like to propose a toast, too.

- Emmy.



    

                   

To our distinguished visitor, who made

the best speech heard in town for years.



    

                   

To that very good fellow, Mr Oakley.



    

                   

- Herbie.

- Thank you.



    

                   

(Mr Greene)

We don ' t get many American speakers.



    

                   

Seems like foreigners

make the best talkers.



    

                   

Ah, here she is. Now for my toast.



    

                   

Charlie...



    

                   

You're just in time for a farewell toast.



    

                   

I hate to break the news to you like this,

but tomorrow I must leave Santa Rosa.



    

                   

- Not forever.

- If that isn't the strangest coincidence.



    

                   

- (Mrs Potter) I'm off to San Francisco .

- Charles?



    

                   

Oh, Emmy darling,

I didn't mean to spoil your fun tonight.



    

                   

I got a letter today.

I have to catch the early morning train.



    

                   

I'll miss you, Emmy.



    

                   

But I want you all to know

I'll always think of this lovely town...



    

                   

as a place of hospitality

and kindness...



    

                   

and homes... homes.



    

                   

- But I can't bear it if you go, Charles.

- Oh, Emmy, I'll be back.



    

                   

I've arranged with Dr Phillips

for our little memorial for the children.



    

                   

It isn't any of the things you've done.



    

                   

It's just the idea

that we were together again. I'm sorry.



    

                   

But you see,

we were so close growing up.



    

                   

And then Charles went away,

and I got married, and...



    

                   

Then, you know how it is.



    

                   

You sort of forget you're you.

You're your husband's wife...



    

                   

We'll be looking for you. We feel

you're one of us, don't we, Margaret?



    

                   

Indeed. I want to thank you

on behalf of our club.



    

                   

And bless you

for your gift to our hospital.



    

                   

- The children will bless you, too.

- Thank you, sir.



    

                   

(Steam Whistle Blowing) Excuse me, sir,

but l-l can hear the train coming now.



    

                   

Excuse me.



    

                   

(Train Getting Louder)



    

                   

Better get aboard, Charles.



    

                   

Alright. Goodbye, everybody.

Roger, Ann, come see the train.



    

                   

Come on, Charlie.

You can see they get off.



    

                   

Alright.



    

                   

(Roger) I want to see the rooms,

the private ones.



    

                   

I've seen berths. I've slept in two uppers

and one lower with papa.



    

                   

- Goodbye, Joe.

- Goodbye, Charles.



    

                   

- Goodbye, Emmy.

- Goodbye. And don't forget to write!



    

                   

I will. You write too.

I'll send you my address.



    

                   

Goodbye.



    

                   

Don't jump on the seats, Roger.



    

                   

Roger, what did I tell you?



    

                   

Porter, there's one more bag

in the other car. Will you get it, please?



    

                   

Charlie, the train's going to start.

I don't want to get carried away.



    

                   

Maybe it's too late!

Maybe I'll have to go along!



    

                   

There's plenty of time.

You run along, we'll follow.



    

                   

Charlie.



    

                   

Just a minute.



    

                   

I want you to know

I think you were right to make me leave.



    

                   

It's best for your mother,

best for all of us.



    

                   

You saw what happened

to her last night.



    

                   

She's not very strong, you know.

I don't think she could stand the shock.



    

                   

- I remember once, when she was little -

- The train's moving!



    

                   

Listen, Charlie.

I want you to forget all about me.



    

                   

Forget that I ever came to Santa Rosa.



    

                   

Your hands!



    

                   

Let me go, Uncle Charlie! Let me go!



    

                   

I've got to do this, Charlie...



    

                   

so long as you know

what you do about me.



    

                   

Not yet, Charlie. Let it get a little faster.



    

                   

Just a little faster.



    

                   

Faster.



    

                   

Now!



    

                   

(Train Whistle)



    

                   

 (Waltz)



    

                   

 (Organ)



    

                   

(Minister) Santa Rosa has gained

and lost a son,



    

                   

a son that she can be proud of.



    

                   

Brave, generous, kindly.

With all of the spendid dignity -



    

                   

I'm glad you were able to come, Jack.



    

                   

I couldn't have faced it

without someone who knew.



    

                   

- I did know more. I couldn't tell you.

- I know.



    

                   

He thought the world

was a horrible place.



    

                   

- He couldn't have been very happy ever.

- No.



    

                   

He didn't trust people.

He seemed to hate them.



    

                   

He hated the whole world.



    

                   

You know, he said that people like us



    

                   

had no idea

what the world was really like.



    

                   

Well, it's not quite as bad as that,



    

                   

but sometimes it needs a lot of watching.



    

                   

It seems to go crazy every now and then.



    

                   

Like your Uncle Charlie.



    

                   

(Minister) The beauty of their souls,

and characters live on with us forever.











  

 
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