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It's good to see you, Dick.

It's good to be back.

Everything's been arranged.
She's up there waiting for you.

Thank you.

Poor dear man.

I... I guess I'll be going now.

Good luck to you, Dick.

Been through hell, hasn't he?

To a man like that,

two years in prison
is worse than hell.

Isn't that Dick Harland,

the chap who used to live
in Back of the Moon?

Yes, I believe it is.

Well, of all the seven deadly sins,
jealousy is the most deadly.

Oh, will you bring us
some coffee, please?

You were his lawyer,
weren't you?
Yes, I defended him.

Some might say
I lost the case for him.

I read the newspapers, but somehow
I never could make head nor tail of it.

Well, there were some things
that couldn't be told in the courtroom.

Yet, of all the people involved,

I suppose I'm the only one
who knew the whole story.

You see,
it was through me they first met.

He'd been working very hard
on a new book.

I invited him up to my place
in New Mexico for a rest.

They met on the train.

- Thank you.
- You're quite welcome.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I was staring at you, wasn't I?

I didn't mean to, really.
It's only because...

because you look
so much like my father.

When he was younger,
of course... your age.

A most remarkable resemblance.

For a moment, I thought...

Do forgive me.

Well, to tell you the truth,
I was doing quite a bit
of staring myself.

And I assure you it's not because
you look like my mother.

As a matter of fact,
I can't say you look like anyone
I've ever met before.

Then why did you stare?
Do you really want to know?

If it's not too unflattering.

Now, you know perfectly well
that nothing I could say about you...
the way you look, I mean...

could be anything
but flattering.

Of course,
if you don't like flattery...
Oh, but I do.

On second thought,
it won't be flattery.

It'll be the truth
and nothing but the truth.

Any resemblance to flattery
will be sheer coincidence.

Shall I proceed?
Proceed.

While I was watching you,
exotic words drifted across
the mirror of my mind,

as summer clouds
drift across the sky.
Mmm.

Couldn't you be
a bit more specific?
I'll try.

Watching you, I thought
of tales in The Arabian Nights,

of myrrh and frankincense and...

And patchouli?
Patchouli, that's it.

Wait a minute.

I knew it. Here it is.

I quote: "As he watched her,

exotic words drifted
across the mirror of his mind.

He thought of tales
in The Arabian Nights,

of myrrh and frankincense
and patchouli."

Unquote.

So that's where it came from.
Well, I guess so.

But really I wasn't...
I give you my word.
It's weeks since I read the thing.

It must have impressed you
enormously.

The book? Not particularly.

Rather a sloppy job, I thought.

I agree with you.
You do?

Next stop, Jacinto.

Next stop, Jacinto!

Oh, that's me.

Jacinto! That's me.

Oh! There you are! Hello there!

Oh, it's nice to see you.

Hello, Mrs. Berent.
Hello.

Hello!
Hello, baby.
How are you?

Hello, Glen. How are you?
And how's Louise?

Oh, fine.
And the children?

Fine. Wonderful.
Charlie, get those bags,
will you, please?

Oh, we're looking forward
to seeing the ranch.
Can you stay long?

Here! Here we are!

Hello there!

Hello, Glen. How are you?
Nice to see you.
Glad to see you, Dick.

Oh, you look fine.

How's your brother?
Oh, Danny's still flat on his back.

He wanted very much to come,

but the doctor thought the trip
might be too much for him.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Ladies,
may I present Mr. Harland.
Mrs. Berent.

How do you do?
How do you do,
Mrs. Berent?

Ruth Berent.
How do you do?

Hello.
Ellen Berent.

How do you do?
How do you do?

We met on the train,
rather briefly.

Too briefly.

Well, I've got
the car right here, folks.
You all ready?

Come on.

Did you say "Harland"?
Richard Harland.

Oh, Mr. Harland,
I'm terribly sorry.

I doubt
if I'll ever forgive you.

Ruth, wait till you get a look
at the new colts.
Oh, I bet they're darling.

Ellen, we've got plenty
of wild turkey this year.
Wonderful!

Big as ostriches,
twice as ornery.

Hope you people
are all good and hungry.
Mmm!

Here we are.
Mom, they're here!
They're here!

Welcome to Rancho Jacinto.
Thank you, Glen.

Oh, Mother,
isn't this wonderful?
Oh, it's beautiful!

Ruth! Ruth! Oh, my dear.

Margaret!

Oh, I did want to come
to the train to meet you,

but I thought it best to stay here
to supervise dinner.

Hello, children.
How are you?
Ellen.

Dick, it's so good seeing you,
but where's Danny?

He couldn't quite make it
this time, Louise.
Oh, I'm terribly sorry.

Is he still at Warm Springs?
Yes.
He's getting along just fine.

Oh, good!
You'll probably want to change.

Come. I'll show you your room.

Those trout were in the stream
a couple of hours ago.

That's something
you couldn't get in Boston.
Perhaps not.

But on the other hand, our codfish...
I was born and raised
in Boston myself,

and I yield to no one
in my passion for codfish.
I hate codfish.

- So do I.
- Children, that's rank disloyalty.

- It's treason.
- Mr. Harland,
what do you think?

Well, Mrs. Robie,
I'm what you call a salmon man.

The fact of the matter is,
Mother just doesn't like New Mexico.

Since this is my first visit
to New Mexico, I don't see
how you can say such a thing.

It's true just the same.

Father and I used to come here
every spring, year after year.

And occasionally
Ruth came along,
but never Mother.

It's too bad Mr. Berent
didn't come along this time.
I've been told I resemble him.

- Who told you that, Mr. Harland?
- I did.

Louise, don't you think so?

Well, yes, now that
you mention it.
Glen?

- Well, in a way.
- In every way.

I noticed it
the minute I saw him
in the club car...

his face, his voice, his manner.

It's uncanny.

Well, I must admit
you've aroused my curiosity.

If I should get an opportunity
to meet your father-

That's hardly likely, Mr. Harland.

My husband...
We've come here
for my father's funeral.

My goodness.
There is a resemblance.

Why, a most decided
resemblance.

Tell me, what do they mean about
coming here for the funeral?

Oh, that was rather
a figure of speech.

As a matter of fact,
Professor Berent died
some time ago in the East,

and his body was cremated.

They brought the ashes here.
They're having the ceremony
in the morning.

Where?
High up in the mountains,
sort of a plateau.

A favorite spot of his.
He used to go there a lot
with Ellen.

Well, now, if you'll excuse me,
I'll see if the children
have gone to bed.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Ellen's gone for a walk.
- Well, how did you know that I...

Oh, I'm quite psychic.

Oh. And is your sister psychic too?

Oh, yes.
Much more than I am.

Only I'm not her sister.
You're not?

No, I'm her cousin.

I've lived with the family
ever since I was a child.
Mrs. Berent adopted me.

Good evening, Mr. Harland.

In all fairness,
I must confess...

the nights here
seem more beautiful
than they do at Beacon Hill.

Infinitely. I think everything's
more beautiful here.

Ellen has gone for a stroll.

Thank you.

Hello.

Am I intruding?
Not at all.

I... Well, I'm afraid
I owe you an apology.

It was rather
clumsy of me at the table
to speak of your father.

That's all right.

You couldn't have known.

You were very close
to your father, weren't you?

Yes, we were inseparable.

From the time I was able to walk,
we were both happiest
when we were together.

Engagement ring?

Yes.

Now, I believe
I'd better be going in now.

We're getting up
at 5:00 in the morning.

Good night.
Good night.

Don't you think somebody
ought to go look for Ellen?
What for?

Well, it's pretty wild country up there.
Perhaps she's lost.

Oh, Ellen knows
her way home.

Why, I know,
but it's been over 12 hours.
Suppose something happened to her.

Nothing ever happens
to Ellen.

Well, I... I think
I'll take a ride before I turn in.

Are you all right?
Oh, yes. Perfectly.

I just wanted to be alone
for a while.

Thank you for coming
to the funeral this morning.

You knew I was there?
Yes, I saw you as I rode by.

I... I hope you don't think
it was just curiosity.

No, I understand.

I'm glad you were there.

So am I.
I'll never forget it.

Father used to say it was like riding
across the front lawn of heaven.

We made a pact
to bring our ashes here
when we died.

"If you die first," I told him,
"I'll bring yours here.

And if I die first,
you'll bring mine."

Yet I know now,

people you love don't really die.

Can we go now?

I'm not a bit sleepy. Are you?
Not in the least.

Have you forgiven me yet?

What I said about your book.
Oh, that.

I have an altogether
different opinion now.

I finished reading
your book last night,
and I found it quite absorbing.

Well, what made you
change your mind?

I got interested
in one of the characters.

Which one?
The author.

Well, I assure you the book
is not supposed to be about me.

Oh, but it is,
whether you like it or not.

"Every book's a confession,"
my father always said.

Course you have to read
between the lines.

And did you?
Mm-hmm.

Well, what sort
of man am I?

You're a bachelor, 30 years old.

You were born and raised
in Boston,

and you went to Harvard
where you edited The Lampoon.

When you graduated,
you went to Paris
and you studied painting for a while.

You have a lodge in Maine
called Back of the Moon.

Before you went in for writing novels,
you were a newspaperman.

Your favorite sport is fishing,
and you speak French
and Spanish quite well.

Well, shades of Sherlock.

Do you mean to say
you got all that just
from reading my book?

Just from reading the dust jacket.

It was all there under your picture,
you know.

You know, if you'd lived
in Salem a hundred years ago,
they'd have burned you.

Why did you give up painting?
Well, it was like this.

I... In the first place,
I discovered I was color-blind.

But since I was interested
in Postimpressionism,
that didn't matter much, did it?

No.

However, when I made
the acquaintance
of the boys on the Left Bank,

I found that they lived
in squalid garrets,

and most of them
were miserably undernourished.

Have you ever known
what it was to be really hungry?

I'm hungry right now.
Good heavens,
you must be.

You haven't had dinner,
have you?
Nor lunch.

Why, you poor thing,
you must be famished.

Mrs. Robie told Emily
to leave you a tray.
Good.

Oh, there it is! I'll get it.

Let me.

Tell me about
your place in Maine.

Oh, it's just a cabin,
a shack, that's all.

But it's set down
in just about the most
beautiful country I've ever seen.

Why do you call it
"Back of the Moon"?

Well, there's a lake up there,
shaped like a crescent.

Danny and I used to spend
all our summers there.

You love Danny
a lot, don't you?
Well, naturally, I...

Is that why
you've never married...

because you've had
to take care of him?
No, not exactly.

The way I feel
about marriage...

Well, it's like... Thank you.

It's like that trip I made to Europe
after I was graduated.

I hadn't the least idea
of going abroad.
It just happened.

I was taking a walk with a girl,
and we went down
to Boston wharf...

and watched a freighter being loaded,
and I liked the looks of her.

The girl?
No, the freighter.

She looked good to me,
and she smelled good to me.

I didn't even know
where she was going,
but I knew I was going with her.

And I did.

Mmm.

Hey, this is about
the tastiest sandwich
I've ever eaten.

What is it?
Turkey.

Mmm.
Wild turkey.

Ever hunted them?
No, I haven't.

It's tricky shooting.

They're sort of scary,
but they're so big and clumsy,
they hate to take wing.

It's a lot of fun.
I'd like to try it sometime.

How about tomorrow?
Well, if Glen has
no other plans.

I meant just the two of us.
I'd love to.

Why did you come for me tonight?

Well, I... I don't know exactly.

Everybody assured me
you'd be perfectly all right.

I guess it was just an impulse.

Like the time you took the freighter?

Yes.

You knew
I was coming up there tonight.

You were waiting for me,
weren't you?

Yes.

And you came, didn't you?

Well.

Good night.

Come on.

Hello!

What's going on up there?
I'm just pruning
and tying up the roses.

I hope I wasn't interfering
with your work.

Oh, not at all. I'm glad you're here.

I was thinking about you,
something you said the other night.

What did I say?
Something rather strange.

You said you'd been adopted
by Mrs. Berent.

Well, what's so strange about that?

Well, you didn't say
"Mr. And Mrs. Berent."

- Weren't you adopted
by both of them?
- Well, yes, of course.

Then why did you say "Mrs. Berent"?
I don't know.

I suppose it was
because she suggested that...

She was alone
so much of the time, and I...

I mustn't keep you from your work.

Be careful.
Oh, I'm all right.

How's that for an entrance?

Perfect. I'm delighted to see you.

- All of you.
- Thank you.

I do hope I've interrupted you
in your work.

You have. Constantly, all morning.

But how could I?
I haven't been with you until just now.

Oh, yes, you have. I've been thinking
about you and about Quinton.

- Who told you his name?
- Glen Robie.

How did he happen to tell you?
I asked him.

Why?
Because I hated Quinton.

Do you know him?
No.

Then why do you hate him?
Because you knew him.

That's nice.
You going to hate everybody I know?

You've lost your ring.

No. I took it off an hour ago.

Forever.

Come on! Hurry up!

I'll race you across.

One, two, three,

go!

Attaboy, Lin!

Come on, Lin! Keep it up!

Come on!

- Lin's going to win.
- No. Ellen.

Ellen always wins.

The winner!

Don't forget
we have a date after lunch.

Quiet, Chris! Lie down!

What's the matter with you?

Oh, come in.
Hello, Robie.

Quiet, Chris. Quiet.

Let me take your things.
Thank you.

Here, let me fix that for you.

Well, hello.

What in the world brought you here?

An airplane.

I grabbed the first one I could catch
after getting your telegram yesterday.

Why all the rush?

I wanted to be among the first
to congratulate you...

on your forthcoming marriage.

Well, we hadn't planned
to announce it for a while,

but since you've let
the cat out of the bag...

Darling, this is Russell Quinton.

My fiancé, Richard Harland.

How do you do?
Might I have a moment
with you alone?

Certainly.
We can go in the library.

Will you excuse us?

Mrs. Berent. Ruth.

Dick. Dick, is it true?

I'm so happy for Ellen,
for both of you.
Oh, thank you, Ruth.

That's all very well, but
what I want to know is when and how.
Well...

I'm sorry, Russ. Really I am.

I never expected you to come here
in the midst of a political campaign.

When do you plan
to be married?
As soon as possible.

Would it be convenient for you
to postpone it until the fall?

Until after election, you mean.

Well, it wouldn't do me much good
for the news to get out that I'd been...

jilted and thrown aside
like an old shoe.

Oh, come now, Russ.

Surely there's no political significance
in the fact that a lady
has changed her mind.

I don't understand it, Ellen.

I always knew you'd never marry me
while your father was alive.

But after he died, I thought...

Well, I thought
there might be a chance.
What happened?

I'm in love.

We intend to get married at once.
Tomorrow.

Don't look so downcast.

I'll still be able to vote for you.

Perhaps you don't think
I'm good enough for you...

or romantic enough.

I know people thought I was marrying
into the Berent family for reasons,

but that's not true.

I want you to know
that I had only one reason.

I want you to know
that I was in love with you.

I'm not a man
who loves often, Ellen.
I love once.

Thank you, Russ.

That's quite a concession.

I loved you.

And I'm still in love with you.

That's a tribute.

And I always will be.

Remember that.

Russ, is that a threat?

Now, look here, Ellen.

Darling, will you marry me?

Why, you unpredictable little...

And I'll never let you go.

Never, never, never.

Ellen! There he is.

Danny.

Dick.

Easy, boy. Easy.

Oh, Dick.

Hey, you've put on weight.

Say, I believe you've actually grown.
You look sort
of different yourself.

You get my telegram?
Yeah, but I didn't sleep much
that night.

I just kept thinking,
"Now he's left the ranch,
and now he's in Chicago."

I kept seeing that train
coming nearer and nearer.

- I counted every turn of the wheels.
- May I come in?

- Hi, Danny.
- Hi, Ellen.

I hope you like her, Danny,

because if you don't,
we'll send her right back.

Oh, please don't
let him fire me, Danny.
I like this job.

Don't you worry.
If he fires you, I'll hire you.

Thank you.

Were you surprised
to get my letter?
Not a bit.

I knew what was in that letter
even before I opened it.

I just kept reading it
over and over again.

Just to sort of-
Get used to the idea?

Yeah. I was trying to picture
what kind of a place Taos was,
how long the honeymoon is.

Ellen didn't like Taos.

I thought Warm Springs
would be a much better place
for a honeymoon.

Gosh, I hope you can stay a while.
We're gonna take a cottage
right here in Warm Springs.

And live here, you mean?
That's right.

That's Ellen's idea.
That's the way she wants it.

Gosh.

Well, Mrs. Harland,

I think I can feel safe
in saying the job is permanent.

Thank you, sir.
I always does my best.

I trust you'll find
the soup to your taste.

Mmm. It's sheer understatement
to call this ambrosia soup.

I call it consommé a la patchouli.

When you get around
to hiring a cook,
be sure and teach her the recipe.

I have no intention
of hiring a cook or a housekeeper
or any other servants.

You mean, for the present.
I mean ever.

- Idiot.
- I don't want anybody else but me
to do anything for you.

I want to keep your house
and wash your clothes
and cook your food.

A born slavey.

Besides, I don't want
anybody else in the house but us.

Ever?
Ever.

Well, but suppose
in the natural course of events...

Well, that's different.

And what about Danny?

Well, that's different too.

And only three people have
ever been to Back of the Moon.

That's me
and Dick and Thorne.
Who's Thorne?

Leick Thorne.
He's a woodsman.

He helped build the house and
the dam and the boathouse and all.
He takes care of the place.

I'd like to get hold of some
of Richard's baby pictures.

- Could I, do you suppose?
- Oh, yeah. There's a whole album full.

Lot of college yearbooks
with loads of pictures of him.

Only there's one he doesn't like
to show to anybody.

Why not?

Well, it's got a picture
of Enid Southern in it.

Who's she?

She's the one they voted
the best-looking girl.

Was she really beautiful?
Not as beautiful as you are.

Thank you, Danny.

Won't it be wonderful when you
can go back to school again?

Gosh, yes.

What sort of school did you go to?
Same one as Dick.

Boarding school?
Yeah.

Oh, that must be fun.
Sure is.

Uh, has Dick been busy lately?

Yes, he's been working
awfully hard on his book,

and we mustn't interrupt him.

Besides,
have you forgotten our secret?

Danny!

Dick! Dick!

Danny. Danny.

Now we can all three of us
go to Back of the Moon.

Can't we, Dick? Can't we?

You bet we can. You bet we can.

It's way up north, miles from nowhere.

I know all about that place.
I've heard about it plenty from Danny.

He can't wait to get up there again.

I know. That's my problem.

You see, Dr. Mason,
my husband is planning...

to leave for Back of the Moon
as soon as possible.

And he wants
to take Danny with us.

So do I, of course.

What's the problem?

Well, it's so remote up there,
wild and rugged
and miles from the nearest town.

The facilities are rather primitive.
There isn't even a telephone...

just in case we need
to reach a doctor for Danny.

I'm quite sure he won't need
a doctor up there.

Or medicine or something?
Or medicine or anything.

- But what about school?
- That can wait.

I must say, Danny's progress
has been rather remarkable.

I don't know how you did it.
You must've practically willed
that boy to walk.

But don't you see, Doctor?

My husband will be busy
a good deal of the time writing.

And with nobody else around...

Isn't there somebody there,
somebody with the name of Thorne?

Yes, but he's leaving, and so it'll be...

I assure you, I don't want
to shirk any responsibility.

I'm thinking only of Danny,
and I...

No, that isn't true.

I'm thinking a little
about myself too.

I know you'll understand,
Dr. Mason.

I gave up my honeymoon
to come here so that my husband
could be with his brother.

But he's been working,
and the burden's been on me.

I've spent hours here, every day.

I was glad to do it.
It was no sacrifice at all.

I love Danny as much as he does,

and I'm just as happy as he is
that Danny's doing so well.

But, after all, he's a cripple.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that.

I'm sure you didn't.

I didn't mean it.

Of course not.

I'm afraid I haven't been
too well myself lately.

Mrs. Harland,
what do you want me to do?

I want you to tell my husband
that it would be better for Danny
to stay here at Warm Springs.

That isn't true.
It would be much better for him
to go to Back of the Moon.

But surely it could do no harm
for him to stay here
or perhaps go back to school.

And if you'll only
tell my husband...
Why don't you tell him?

Because coming from you...

Richard.
Hello, Doctor.

Oh, Richard,
I've got such wonderful news.

Dr. Mason has just consented
to let Danny come with us
to Back of the Moon.

Oh, no, darling, please. Let me.

I want to be the first to tell him.

And this
is Leick Thorne.

Hello? Yes.

It's for you.

Hello?

Oh, golly, Ellen.

We're going to Back of the Moon.

Yes, Ellen? When?

Tomorrow?

Oh, gosh.

Yeah?

Gee, thanks, Ellen.

Gosh.

Mmm.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Oh, darling, I dreamed you were...

What gives?

Another day with you.

Twenty-four hours with you.

Mmm.

Good morning, Dick.
Hey. Good morning, Danny.

- Morning, Ellen.
- Hi, Danny.

Hey!

- How about a dip in the lake
before breakfast?
- Okay.

Mornin', Miss Harland.
Thorne!

Who gets up first, you or the sun?
Mostly, it's neck and neck.

Tell me if you'd like to have me
fix breakfast for you this morning.

Oh, no! That's my job.

Shucks, I'm gonna feel sort
of like a fifth wheel around here.

You mustn't feel like that.

Richard considers you
a part of the place.

You must've been especially
nice to him when he was a boy.

Oh, that wasn't hard.

He was a nice kid.

You must've had
wonderful times together.

Yep. Ton of 'em.

Did he change much
when he got to be a young man?

Mmm, not especially.

Did he used to confide in you a lot?
Yeah. Sometimes.

Did he ever tell you
about Enid Southern?

Who?
Enid Southern.

I don't especially recall he did.

Who was she?

Oh, nobody in particular, I guess.

Just school stuff.

I'll take those.

Thorne, do you dream a lot?
Never.

I had the most
awful nightmare last night.

We were out in the skiff,
my husband and I,
and he jumped in for a swim.

But I was too lazy,
so I just rowed after him.

Somehow, I was afraid, and when
we got to the middle of the lake,

I thought it was time
for him to get back into the boat.

So I decided to call out to him,
but I had no voice.

Suddenly, Richard went under,
not diving, but the way seals do,

just sort of settling in the water.

Then he came up again,
and one of his arms flung out to me...

as if he were trying to call to me.

I tried to row to him,
but the lake was like glue.
The boat wouldn't move.

My arms were paralyzed.

Then he went down again.

And this time he stayed down.

Well, I reckon there's only
one way left for you to save his life.

How?
For you to wake up.

That's just what I did.

Hey!

- Come and get it!
- Aw, come on in, Ellen!

The water's swell!
Guess we'd better go in.

Okay, last one in's a sissy.

Oh, no!
"No" what?

Good grief.
"'Will you marry me? ' He said."

What's wrong with that?
In the first place,
men never propose.

They may think they do,
but it's really the woman...
Who told you that, Ripley?

And if men do propose,
they never say, "Will you marry me?"

Get away. Get away, gadfly.

Did you ever propose
to a woman?
Hundreds of 'em.

When you proposed
to Enid Southern...

Who told you about Enid Southern?

Did you say,
"Will you marry me?"
I didn't propose to her.

Did she propose to you?
Beat it, will you?

How did you propose to me?

Uh, I...
You didn't.

I proposed to you.

Like this.

Remember?
Okay, I'll marry you.

Right after I finish my chapter.

I hate your chapter.
I hate all your chapters.

They take up too much
of your time.

Funny thing, that's
what my publisher says.
No, I'm serious.

After all, it isn't
as if you had to write for a living.

I've got more than enough
for both of us.

And, darling, it's the dearest wish
of my heart to support you.
It's that bad?

Oh, darling, I didn't know
it could be so wonderful here...

Back of the Moon.
You like it here, do you?

Every minute.
If only it weren't so crowded.

Crowded?
Why, this is the most remote,
uninhabited place east of the Mojave.

I mean the cabin.

Not that I mind chaperones,
not in the least.

But there's Danny's room
on one side of us
and Thorne's room on the other side,

and the wall's as thin as paper
and the acoustics disgustingly perfect.

Well, at least nobody snores.

Do you know,
ever since we've been married,

we've never been alone,
not for a single day?

And do you know...
And do you know that Thorne
moved his cot and his things...

to the boathouse this morning?
He did?

Mm-hmm.
Oh, Richard, I hope
you didn't tell him I...

Oh, not at all. It was his own idea.
As far as Danny's concerned...

Where is Danny?
He went with Thorne.

Where's Thorne?
He went to town.

You don't mean
they're gonna stay in town?
Oh, certainly not.

Then why did they go?

Do you have to know everything?
Tell me.

No.
Tell me!

Cut it out!
Tell me!

Stop it. It's a secret.
You can't have
any secrets from me.

We wanted to surprise you, honey.

Come on.

What was that?
Oh, that was a loon.

There's a couple of 'em
across the lake.
They sound horrible.

Oh, you'll get used to it.
But wait till you see the deer.
You'll love them.

They come right up
to the cabin to be fed.

What do you give them?
Potato peelings and salt.

And then, of course,
there's our porcupine.
Oh, yeah.

He used to come up every morning
and nibble on the doorstep.

The Robies paid us a visit
at Bar Harbor just before we left.

Are they well?

The children had the mumps.
Oh.

Of course you've heard
about Russ Quinton
being elected district attorney.

Really?

They say he's got his mind
set on the governorship.

It wouldn't surprise me
if he made it.

Do you suppose we could
find some wild wisteria...

and transplant it
around the cabin?
I know where there's some.

Oh, fine. Then tomorrow we...

I'm afraid Thorne
won't have time for that.

He has his work to do.

Look what I can do.
Thorne showed me.

Oh!

After all, Mother,
you must remember
Ellen didn't expect us.

We shouldn't have come, Ruth.

We shouldn't have come.

There must be a few loose bricks
in the chimney.

I noticed it wasn't drawing very well.

Did you hear me, darling?

What happened tonight?

Ever since Ruth
and your mother arrived,
you've been acting like a shrew.

At the landing, you were cold,
at dinner, aloof and sullen,

and after dinner,
you were beastly.

I wasn't expecting guests.
They're your own people.
I thought you'd be pleased.

Don't let's quarrel, Richard.
And Danny adores you.
You hurt him. Why?

I was upset.

You were
insulting to your mother
and mean to Thorne.

Treated him
like a servant.
Well, isn't he?

Certainly not! He's a friend,
one of my dearest friends.

Is Ruth one of
your dearest friends too?

What's eating you?
Ruth is your own sister.

Ruth is not my sister.
All night long, you devoted yourself
exclusively to her!

Well, somebody
had to make her welcome.

Maybe you're in love with her.

You're in a rotten mood, Ellen.

Maybe that's why
you invited her up here.

Shh! Do you want her
to hear you?

I keep forgetting you can't draw
a deep breath in this room without
being heard all over the house.

Let's change the name of the place
from Back of the Moon
to Goldfish Manor.

What's happened to you?

You're deliberately
whipping yourself
into a fit of hysterics.

Oh, no, I mustn't do that.

It might disturb Mother and Ruth
or wake up Danny!

Ellen, what's got into you?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Oh, darling, forgive me.

I'm sorry.

I can't help it.

It's only because
I love you so.

I love you so, I can't bear
to share you with anybody.

Well, the gal with the hoe.

Oh.

Say, you're doing
a swell job.

Oh, it's easy here.
You just put things in the ground,
and they grow.

It's much harder by the sea
where we live.

Dick, when are you going
to visit us at Bar Harbor?

When I finish the book maybe.

I think you'll like it there.

We were talking about it
this morning... Mother and I.

We thought it might be
a good idea for Danny
to go back with us when we leave.

The beach is lovely,
and we have a sailboat.

He'd have a wonderful time.

I'm sure he would.

There's a school too,
an excellent school.

Yes, I know.
Ellen told me all about it.

I'll have a talk with Danny.

Dick, as far as I've read,
it's splendid.

Oh, well, just for that,
I'll dedicate the book to you.

And what shall I say?
"To my sweet, to my beautiful,
my discerning mother-in-law"...

Who advised me to dedicate
this book to my wife.

I'll dedicate
the next one to her.

You must dedicate
them all to her.

I hope you'll send me
the rest of the manuscript
when it's finished.

Oh, there are only
a few more chapters to write.

I'll probably wind it up
before you leave here.

That's hardly likely.
We're planning to leave on Saturday.

On Saturday?
But that's preposterous.
You've only been here a few days.

Yes, and they've been wonderful days.
Ruth and I shall never forget them.

But, really, there are reasons
why I must be getting home.

Does Ellen know
you're leaving?
I told her this morning.

Now, don't look so downcast, Dick.

You know, in a way,
mothers-in-law are like children.

They should be seen
and not heard.

And not seen too much.

What's wrong with Ellen?

There's nothing wrong with Ellen.

It's just that she loves too much.

Perhaps that isn't good.
It makes outsiders of everyone else.

But she can't help it.

You must be patient with her.

She loved her father too much.

Please, Danny, sit still.
How do you expect me...

I can't help it. It tickles.

You'll just love
our house by the sea.

There are a lot of rocks
on one side of the beach,
and when it's low tide,

you can go there
and watch the anemones
and the ink squids.

And there are the most wonderful
shells and pebbles...

all sizes and colors.

Sounds swell.

Hold still.

How would you like to go
to Bar Harbor for a while?

I had a letter from Ruth,
and she'd love to have you.

I'd love to go.

- With Dick, you mean.
- Well, no.

He doesn't want to leave here
until the new book's finished,
and then we can join you.

No, I'd... I'd rather wait then...

until we can all go together...
the three of us.

We wouldn't be separated for long.

Just a few weeks.

No. I'd... I'd rather wait.

Can I swim
all the way across today?

Think you can make it?
Why, sure.

I made it
three-quarters yesterday,
and I wasn't a bit tired.

All right.

If I make it today,
can we show Dick tomorrow?
Yes. Tomorrow.

And we don't have to tell him
how long I've been practicing, do we?

No.

We can just pretend
that you decided to do it
on the spur of the moment.

Yeah. That's what we'll do.

You know, I can just
see him watching now.

After a while, he'll say,
"That's enough, Danny.
Better get back in the boat now."

And I'll just pretend
like I didn't hear him
and keep right on going.

Are you ready?
Ready.

Think you can make it,
Danny?

Aw, it's a cinch.

Don't worry about your direction.
I'll keep you on your course.

Okay.

Are we halfway to the point yet?

Not yet.

You're not making
very much progress, Danny.

Are you all right?

I'm a little winded.

I had a kink in my side,
but it's gone now.

You'd better float
for a while.

Yeah.

I... I think I'm getting tired.

Take it easy.

You don't want to give up
when you've come so far.

Okay. I'll get my second wind
in a minute.

The wa... water's cold...

colder than I thought.

I ate too much lunch.

I got a stomachache. Ellen!

It's... It's a cramp.

Ellen! It's... It's a cramp!

Ellen! Ellen!

Help me!

Danny! Danny!

Danny!

I've been cleaning
Father's laboratory.

I thought it might be
a good place for Dick to work.

He's dropped his work.

He's dropped everything.

I'm losing him, Ruth.

I'll die if I lose him.

Perhaps... Perhaps if you
went back to the lodge,

just the two of you.

No. He hates it now...
everything about it.

He never wants
to set foot there again.

And he doesn't want to
go back to Boston.

If I only knew
what he was thinking.

You've always helped me, Ruth.

Help me now.

A little time, Ellen.
You'll see.

He's had a great loss.
There's a great emptiness
in his life.

If he only... If he only
had a child of his own.

Oh, it's wonderful.

When Ellen was a little girl,
her father fixed this room up
as a playroom for her.

Then when she grew up,
he used it as a laboratory.

Now it's going to be
a playroom again,
just as it was before.

Not exactly, Mother.
Your baby was a girl.
Ours is going to be a boy.

Oh, you've decided that,
have you?

Oh, definitely. Ellen gave me
her word of honor.

Stand still, will you?
I've got a kink in my neck.

Dotted Swiss would be nice
for the curtains.

What about the rug?
You don't put rugs
in children's playrooms.

You use linoleum.
Why?

Linoleum washes easily,
just in case.

Say, you women think
of everything, don't you?

- All right. You can rest.
- Oh.

Hmm.

Ellen, you shouldn't have
walked up those stairs.

You know what
the doctor told you.

Darling, come here
and sit down.

What have you done
with Father's lab?

We didn't want you to see it
till it was finished.

What have you done
with his things?
We stored them in the basement.

Why didn't you consult me?

We wanted to surprise you.
It's an ideal place for a playroom.

But I didn't want the room
changed ever.

I wanted it left just as it was.

I know you don't like
being surprised, but we were
only trying to please you.

Come on, darling.
Everything's so wonderful now.

Patchouli.

Hmm. You'll have
to behave yourself.

Imagine eating shrimps
at a time like this.

Where's Richard?
He went to town.

They always upset you.
I've been telling you that
for years.

- Did Ruth go with him?
- Yes, I think so.

And especially now,
in your condition.

- When did they leave?
- Right after lunch.

And another thing...
Don't try to be so blamed athletic.

What time is it, Mother?

Almost 5:00.

You've gotta stop
gadding about.
"Gadding"?

What are you talking about?

This baby's making a prisoner
out of me.

What are you
having it for then?

I can't do anything.
I can't go anyplace.
I don't even see my husband.

Why don't you have him
come in here?

Because I don't want him
to see me this way.

That doesn't make sense.

Those are orders now...
no shrimps, no stairs.

And don't you budge
off that couch.

Hey!
Oh! Oh, my goodness!

Get those, Ruth!
Oh! Oh, heavens!

Hey!
Oh!

There.
What are you doing?

You look so funny.
You should always
wear your hat like that.

I missed you this afternoon.

What did you do
when you went to town?

Oh, we just shopped around
for the baby things.

You were gone
about four hours.

Well, we walked to town
and back.

Rather a long walk, isn't it?

Tell me,
what did you talk about?

Oh, a lot of things.

About Danny?

No.

About me.

Not especially.

You're looking
very well, Ruth.

I've never seen you so happy.

Tell me, do you think
Richard loves me?

Well, now,
that's a silly thing to say.

Oh, I know,
in the beginning, he loved me.

But I'll tell you something funny.
He never liked me.

He loved you,
but he never liked you?

That's right.

We've never
really been friends,
like you and he.

He likes you.

Tell me, has he found
a nickname for you yet?

Well, not exactly.
Sometimes he calls me
the gal with the hoe...

to kid me
about my gardening.

He used to call me Patchouli.

Look at me.

I hate the little beast.
I wish it would die.

Ellen!

Shocked, aren't you?

If you were having the baby,
you'd love it.

Well, I never wanted it.

Richard and I
never needed anything else.

And now this.

How can you say
such wicked things?

Sometimes the truth is wicked.

You're afraid of the truth,
aren't you, Ruth?

No.
You're the one who's afraid.

Ellen!

Call the doctor.

What happened?
She must have tripped.

Hello. Dr. Saunders.
This is Ruth Berent.

Yes, please come over at once.
Something terrible
has happened.

Well, we couldn't
save the child.

It was a boy.

I... I hadn't really hoped that...

As long as she's out of danger.

Oh, yes, you may
rest assured of that.

When she came to,
she remembered nothing
about leaving her room.

She thought she must have
been walking in her sleep.

She couldn't have been asleep.
I was with her only 20 minutes
before it happened.

You can go in and see her now
for a moment if you like.

First his brother,
and now his son.

Yes?

No, she's not here
at the moment.

I'd be glad
to take a message.

Yes, I will.

Don't mention it.

Ruthie, my lass,
the surf was wonderful.

You should've
come in for a dip.

Too cold for me.

You're a softy.
You always were.

Mmm! Richard's new book.

Nice.

Where is everybody?

Dick's gone for a walk.
Mother's in her room.

I'm worried about Mother these days,
the way she keeps to her room.

- Isn't she well?
- Perfectly well.

Then why do you suppose
she insists on acting
like a hermit?

- Why don't you ask her?
- She won't talk to me.

I can't imagine
what's come over her.

Oh, by the way,
that phone call was for you.

Somebody from
the travel bureau in town.

Said it was all right
about the transportation
and hotel reservation.

Who's going places,
and where?

I am. Mexico.

Well, why the wanderlust
all of a sudden?

I just thought I'd like
to get away for a while.

From what?

Is there anything so strange
about my wanting to take a trip?

No, I suppose not.
But why Mexico?

I've always wanted
to see Mexico.

I've never heard you
say anything about it before.

What part of Mexico?

Taxco.

When are you going?
Next week.

With Mother?
No.

By yourself?
By myself.

What are you
running away from?

Is it me?

Ellen, when we were kids,
you used to torment me
every way you could think of.

You can't do that anymore.
Is it Richard?

If you must know, I'm going away
because I can't stand living
in this house any longer.

The whole place is filled
with hate... your hate.

Not hate. Love, Ruth.
Richard's love for me.

All these weeks
I was in the hospital, helpless,

you had him here in the house
to yourself.

But it didn't
do you any good, did it?

He still loves me.
He loves me more than ever.
That's what you can't abide.

That's why you envy me, isn't it?
I don't envy you, Ellen.

All my life, I've tried to love you,
done everything to please you.

All of us have...
Mother, Father and now Richard.

And what have you done?

With your love,
you wrecked Mother's life.

With your love,
you pressed Father to death.

With your love, you've made
a shadow of Richard.

No, Ellen, I don't envy you.

I'm sorry for you.

You're the most pitiful creature
I've ever known.

Hello, Richard.

Have a nice walk?

You haven't shaved, darling,
but I'll forgive you.

Your new book just came.
I've been glancing through it.

I noticed the dedication...
"To the Gal with the Hoe."

I'd hoped it would be
"To Patchouli."

But I suppose she did
help you with it a lot.

Oh, well.
There'll be other books.

Darling, I had no idea the setting
of your book was Mexico.

I didn't even know
you'd been there.

Why didn't you tell me?

Is anything wrong, Richard?

You look so strange.

You've been avoiding me,

going off by yourself.

Where do you go?

What do you think about?

Whatever it is,
can't you share it with me?

We haven't done that
for a long time... share things.

Ever since Danny...

You've never forgiven me
for that, have you?

You've always blamed me.

You did tell me not
to let him swim the lake
unless you were with us, but...

but we wanted
to surprise you.

Danny was so happy
planning to surprise you.

He'd been doing so well.

He swam three-quarters
the day before,
and he was sure he could make it.

The water was so warm.
I thought there was no danger.

I must have looked away
for a moment,

and then, when I looked back,
Danny was sinking.

I pulled at the oars
and then lost one.

And then I grew panicky.
It was like a nightmare!

Like... walking in your sleep?

Yes.

Yes. I began to paddle,
and the boat didn't seem to move.

So you let him drown,
didn't you?

Didn't you?
Richard, you're hurting me.

What happened that day
at Back of the Moon?

You got rid of everybody else...

your mother, Ruth, Thorne.

There was only Danny left.
What were you thinking of?

You never really cared for him.
You only pretended to.

What happened?
Did he refuse to leave?

Don't, Richard. Don't.

Was that why you killed him?

I didn't mean to let him drown.
But you did, didn't you?

You're a perfect swimmer,
and the boat was so far away,

and he was going down
for the third time.

You killed him.
You let Danny drown, didn't you?

Didn't you?
Yes. Yes, I did.

I let him drown,
and I'd do it again.

I didn't want him around.
I didn't want anyone but you.

I knew it.

I must have known it all along.

I kept pushing it
out of my mind.

I couldn't believe it.

I didn't want to believe it.

How could I?

You loved me, you said.
Wanted only to make me happy.

Yes. Yes, that was all
I ever wanted, Richard...

your happiness, only that.

I didn't mean to let Danny drown.
I didn't plan it. I swear I didn't.

But when the cramp caught him
and he went under, I thought,
if he never came up again,

I'd have you all to myself.

I thought, if he was gone,
you'd have only me.

Then suddenly,
while I was thinking that,
he was gone.

I was sorry then and frightened,
and I tried to find him.

Tried, honestly... tried hard.
But it was too late.

Why don't you kill me, Richard?

You could so easily, you know.

And the baby.

You never wanted it, did you?

No.

Oh, don't you see, Richard?
I didn't want anyone around.
Only you.

I wanted to be just with you.
I couldn't stand having anyone
between us.

Oh, I love you so, Richard.

I love you so.

I'm leaving you, Ellen.

Mr. Russell...

Quinton,

District...

Attorney,

Sussex...

Flight 17, the Sunset Special,

now loading at Gate 7.

Mr. Richard Haeland
wanted at the telephone.

Inquire at Information.

I'm Richard Harland.
Use the phone number one.

Thank you.

Hello.

Yes, this is...

Oh, hello.

What?

Well, how...
how did it happen?

Oh, yes, of course.
I'll take the first train back.

Dr. Saunders,
I'm sorry to get you out of bed,
but she's much worse.

Would you hold on
for just a minute, please?

Oh, Dick.
Thanks.

Where is she?
In her room.

It happened very suddenly.
We were having a picnic lunch
at the beach.

Doctor, it seems to be
more serious than you thought.

Could you come at once,
please?

Richard.

I'm going to die.

Don't talk like that, Ellen.
You're going to be all right.

No.

And you mustn't feel sorry for me.

I'm not afraid.

Only...
Only promise me one thing.

I... I want to be cremated...

like my father...

and my ashes scattered
in the same place.

- Remember?
- I remember.

Promise?
Of course, Ellen.

I'll promise
anything you like, only...

Richard!

I'll never let you go, Richard.

Never.

Murder.

Cold, brutal,
premeditated murder.

The State will prove
that, on the afternoon
of September 5,

at a picnic attended
by Ellen Harland, her mother
and her adopted sister,

that Ellen met death
as a result of poisoning.

The State will prove that the sugar
with which Ellen that day
sweetened her coffee...

was mixed with poison...

and that she met death
by reason of that poison.

The State will prove
that the defendant had both
motive and opportunity...

to commit this dreadful crime.

And the State will prove
that the defendant, Ruth Berent,

deliberately
and maliciously plotted...

and carried through
the murder.

It'll be all right.

I refer now to the envelope found
in the defendant's leather jacket.

When you analyzed
the contents of this envelope,
what did you find?

The apparent sugar
tested 60% arsenic.

Shortly after you made this test,
I came to you with a sealed parcel.

Yes, sir. The contents was
a bottle half full of white powder.

I show you the bottle.

That's it.

You analyzed
the contents?
I did.

What was it?
Pure arsenic.

Your witness, Mr. Robie.
Uh, no questions.

Mr. Medcraft,
you are the manager
of the Bay State Mortuary.

I am.

Were the remains
of the late Mrs. Ellen Harland
cremated at your establishment?

Yes, sir.

- Who made the arrangements?
- Miss Ruth Berent.

- Your witness.
- Uh, no questions, Mr. Quinton.

Mr. Carlson,
what is your occupation?

Vice president
of the Seaboard
Trust Company.

Your bank is trustee for the estate
of the late Ellen Berent Harland?

Yes, sir.

When was the last time
that you saw Mrs. Harland?

Just after she got out
of the hospital.

Did she make any provision in her will
about being cremated after her death?

No, she did not.

Would you tell the jury
what provision she did make?

She requested that
she be buried in the family vault
at Mount Auburn Cemetery.

Hello, Dick.
Hello.

Good evening.
Good evening, dear.

Thank you.

Tomorrow, Dick,
you'll go on the witness stand.

Just remember that Quinton
isn't just the prosecutor.

You may rest assured
he'll have his brass knuckles on.

He'll throw the whole book at you.

He'll ask you some questions
that won't be easy to answer...

one in particular.

Do you swear
to tell the truth, the whole truth
and nothing but the truth,

so help you God?
I do.

Your name?
Richard Harland.

Your profession?
Writer.

If you don't mind, Mr. Harland,
I shall ask you, for a moment,
to be a reader.

I have been asked
how I happened to investigate
the death of Mrs. Harland.

This letter is my answer.

I ask you to read it.

- Aloud?
- Please.

"Dear Russ,

I'm writing this letter to you...

because we once meant
a great deal to each other...

and there's no one else
to whom I can go for help.

Richard is leaving me."

Proceed, please, Mr. Harland.

"It was after I left the hospital
I first began to sense a change
in my husband.

At first, I thought it might be due
to the loss of our child,

and then the truth, the awful truth,
began to dawn on me.

The reason for the change was Ruth.

Russ, they love each other
and want to get rid of me.

When Richard suggested
a divorce,

I went to Ruth
and begged her to give him up.

She said she intended to have him
and would stop at nothing.

I told Ruth I would never
give Richard a divorce,

and it was then
that she threatened to kill me."

Go on, Mr. Harland.

"Russ, I know she means it
and is capable of it.

She will kill me
the first chance she gets."

If you don't mind, Mr. Harland,
will you read that last paragraph
a little louder?

"She will kill me
the first chance she gets."

Go on, Mr. Harland.

"I'm afraid to stay in the house,
but I can't leave without Richard.

I'd rather die than give him up.

I don't know what to do
or where to turn except to you, Russ.

Please help me. Ellen."

Mr. Harland, do you identify
the handwriting in this letter?
Yes. Ellen's.

I call your attention
to the first sentence.

"I am writing this letter to you
because we once meant
a great deal to each other."

Do you know
the significance of this?

I suppose it refers
to the fact that you once
were engaged to her.

Yes. We were once engaged.
Did you know that
when you first met her?

She was wearing
an engagement ring.

You knew when you met her that
she was engaged to another man.
Yes.

And in spite of that,
you made love to her.
I suppose so.

Would you tell the jury
about this courtship?

I didn't exactly court her.

You mean that she courted you?
No, not that either.

Then what do you mean?

I knew that she'd marry me
if I asked her to.

And so you decided to ask her.
No. I decided not to.

Did she ask you?
Not exactly.

Well, then how did you happen
to get married?

Well, I found one day
that she had removed
her engagement ring.

She gave me to understand...

I realized then
that I was in love with her.

Did you tell her so?
Yes.

What did she say?

She said she would
never let me go.

How soon after this
were you married?

A couple of days later.
She wanted it that way.

Were you reluctant?

I was doubtful.

Now, Mr. Harland,
I don't say this critically,
nor in mockery,

nor to suggest
that you are conceited,

but simply to be sure
that I understand you correctly.

You suggest
that a beautiful young woman
engaged to another man...

falls in love with you,
wins you and persuades you
into a quick marriage...

against your better judgment.

Is that a fair statement
of the facts?

Yes.
I see.

Now, how soon after this did you
begin to regret your surrender?

Were you happy with your wife
for the first month?
Completely.

The second,
the third, the fourth?
Yes.

Was Ruth at the ranch
in New Mexico during the time
Ellen met and courted you?

Yes.
Did you see much of Ruth
at this time?

No.
Where did you go
after you left New Mexico?

To Warm Springs, Georgia,
to visit my brother, Danny.

During your residence
in Warm Springs,
did you have any servants?

No.

Who did the housework?
Ellen.

And the cooking?
Ellen.

You couldn't afford any servants.
It wasn't a question of afford.

She preferred it that way.

Ellen liked doing things for you.
Yes.

Did Ruth come to visit you
during this time?
No.

Where did you go
after you left Warm Springs?

To a fishing lodge I have
at a place called
Back of the Moon.

Did anyone come with you?
My brother, Danny.

When was that?
In June.

In June, were you
still happy with your wife?
Yes.

How about July?
Yes.

You loved her in July.
How about August?

Did anyone come
to visit you in August?
Mrs. Berent.

Anybody else?
Ruth.

You loved Ellen in August.

Well, how about August?

My brother
was drowned in August.

Yes, I... I know how that
must have saddened you,

but did it affect
your love for Ellen?

- Danny meant a lot to me.
- So did Ellen.

Yes.

Danny was drowned in August.
Come to September.

Did your love for Ellen
continue in September?

In a different way.
In what different way?

We were to have a baby.

You mean that your love
for Ellen increased because
she was going to have a baby.

No, not exactly.

Did it grow less?

I don't know.
Then what do you mean
by "in a different way"?

I don't know.

During this time, you were living
in Bar Harbor at the Berent home?
Yes.

And Ruth was there
all the time.
Yes.

Your wife was confined
to her room.
A good part of the time.

Did you see a great deal of Ruth
during this time?
Yes.

Practically every day.
Yes.

When did you stop
loving Ellen?

I-I don't know.

Isn't it true that shortly
before your wife died,
you quarreled with her?

Yes.
What about?

I can't say.
Wasn't it because Ellen
was jealous of Ruth?

She had no reason to be.
Wasn't she?

Ellen was jealous of everybody.
But was she jealous of Ruth?

I refuse to answer that.
Then perhaps
you'll answer this.

- Are you in love with Ruth?
- We're very good friends.

Are you in love with her?
I'm very fond of her.

I want you to answer yes or no.
I'm asking you a very simple question.

Perhaps you didn't understand me.
I shall repeat it for you.

Are you in love with Ruth?
Are you in love with Ruth?

Are you in love with Ruth?

I hand you a copy
of Richard Harland's
new book.

Kindly turn
to the dedication page.

Would you please read
the dedication?

"To the Gal with the Hoe."

To whom does that refer?
To me.

Isn't it rather strange
that Mr. Harland didn't dedicate
his new book to his wife?

I don't think Ellen
was very much interested
in the book.

But you were.
Yes, very much.

You worked with him on it.
On the final draft, yes.

That was written while Ellen
was in the hospital, wasn't it?
Yes.

You were together
a great deal during the time
Ellen was in the hospital.

Well, we were...
Working on the book.

Yes.

Will you tell the jury
where most of the action
in this book takes place?

Taxco, Mexico.

Had you ever been
to Mexico before?
No.

During all the time that you lived
with the Berent family,

had you ever gone away
on a trip before alone?
No.

Why did you decide
to go to Taxco?
I wanted to get away.

Did you expect to meet
anybody there that you knew?
No.

Did you expect to be joined
there by anybody you knew?
No.

Did Mr. Harland suggest
that you go to Taxco?
No. No.

Let's get back
to the dedication.

Why did Mr. Harland refer to you
as "the gal with the hoe"?

Well, I'm rather fond of gardening.

You did all
of the gardening.
Yes.

- Did you ever use any
chemical sprays or insecticides?
- Yes.

Any containing arsenic,
for example?
I don't know.

I show you a bottle
here in evidence.
Do you recognize it?

Yes. It was mine.
It held bath salts.

Are you aware
of what it contains now?
Yes.

By what chemical process
do you suppose...

that bath salts
turned into poison?
I don't know.

I show you
a leather jacket here in evidence.
Do you recognize it?

Yes, it's mine.
I show you an envelope
here in evidence.

Do you recognize it?
Yes. It's the envelope
containing the sugar.

Which the state chemist testified
was 60% arsenic...
Yes.

And which the sheriff testified
was found in the pocket
of this leather jacket.

Yes.
Did you wear this jacket
on the day of the picnic?

For a while, yes.
Then I gave it to Ellen to wear.

Why did you do that?
She complained of feeling chilly.

And so you
loaned her the jacket.
Yes.

Will you tell the jury
who prepared the food
in the picnic hamper?

Ellen and I.
Who prepared the sugar?

I don't know.
It must have been Ellen.

Why do you think it was Ellen?

She was the only one
who took sugar with her coffee.

Who served the coffee
on the day of the picnic?
I did.

And you gave her the sugar?
Yes.

And that night, she was dead.
Yes.

And the very next day,
her body was cremated.
Yes.

And the following day,
Harland left with the ashes
for the ranch in New Mexico...

to dispose of them there...
Yes.

So that no autopsy
could be possible.

No, no.
That wasn't the reason.

Ellen always wanted to be cremated
and to have her ashes scattered
with those of her father.

Then why did she take the trouble
to have a clause inserted in her will...

requesting that she be buried
in Mount Auburn?

I can't explain it.
There are a great many things
you can't explain.

You can't explain how the poison
got in the bottle of bath salts.

You can't explain
how it got in the sugar.

You can't explain why Ellen's body
was cremated so as to make
an autopsy impossible.

You can't explain
why you made plans
to leave this country...

shortly before your sister
was poisoned.

Well, perhaps
you can explain this!

When did you first fall in love
with Richard Harland?

Did you ever tell him
that you loved him?
No.

When did you fall in love with him?
You've dodged long enough.

You can answer a simple question,
and I demand that you do so!

Just when did you fall in love
with Richard Harland?

Did you love him
after his brother, Danny,
was drowned?

Did you love him after the death
of his stillborn child,

after his wife died?

Did you love him last week,
a month before, a year before?

Are you in love with him today?

Yes.

Yes, I am in love with him.

I think I've always loved him.

The State recalls
Richard Harland
to the stand.

That's all.

Get some water,
please!

Order in the court!

Richard Harland,

you heard that woman
finally tell the truth,

and now I want the truth
out of you.

You heard Ruth Berent
confess her love for you.

And now I ask you,
as I have asked you over and over,
time and again...

are you in love with her?

Are you in love with the woman
who murdered your wife?

My wife was not murdered.
She killed herself.

Do you honestly believe
Ellen committed suicide?
Yes.

Knowing her as you did and I did,
you think her capable
not only of committing suicide...

but falsely accusing
her own sister of her death?

Ellen was capable of anything.

You actually want the jury to believe
that she was that sort of monster?

Yes, she was
that sort of monster...

a woman who sought to possess
everything she loved,

who loved only
for what it could bring her,

whose love estranged
her own father and mother,

whose love possessed her father
until he couldn't call his soul his own,

who, by her own
confession to me,

killed my brother,

killed her own unborn child...

And who is now reaching
from the grave to destroy
her innocent sister.

Yes, she was that sort of monster.

Order in the court!

I can't believe it. Suicide?

It took the jury only 10 minutes
to bring in a verdict of not guilty
for Ruth.

But Harland
had sacrificed himself.

In withholding
knowledge of Ellen's crime,
he'd become an accessory.

He got two years.

But Ellen had lost.

I guess it's the only time
she didn't come out first.