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[ Woman Narrating ]
This is San Francisco
as it looks from Telegraph Hill.

And this is the house
on Telegraph Hill...

where I once thought
I would find
peace and contentment.

This is how it looks today,
but my story begins
11 years ago...

and 7,000 miles away
in another house near Warsaw...

in my native Poland.

My name is Victoria Kowelska,

and this was my home.

It looked like this in 1939
when my husband
came home on leave.

And this is what was left
after the Germans had passed.

In one stroke,
I had lost my husband,

my home,
everything I held dear,

and had become
one of the thousands
of miserable strays...

who were herded into prisons
and concentration camps.

[ Shouts In German ]
How the will to live survives
in a place like Belsen,

I do not know.

But I wanted to live.
I was determined to,

and I was just as determined
that my friend Karin Dernakova
should live too.

I had met Karin,
a fellow countrywoman,
in the camp.

But she was sick and frail--
too frail for
the life of that camp.

And she had more to live for
than most of us.

Her infant son
had been smuggled out of Poland
just before the war...

to an aunt in San Francisco.

And if she ever
lived through this,
she would join them.

Just think, Vicki.
He's talking and
walking by now.

And if he would see me,

he wouldn't even know me.

Please, Karin,
you must eat.

You must keep up
your strength.

What's the use, Vicki?
We'll never get out of here.

I'll never see
my Christopher again.

Hey! Let go!

You dirty hypocrite!
You don't care about her
anymore than I do!

You only stick to her
like a leech because she has
rich relatives in America.

Oh! Oh!

Don't think she's going
to take care of you
when we get out of here.

Don't listen to her.
She'll never get
out of here alive!

None of us will ever
get out of here alive!

We are going to get out.
We are.

Eat your food.

You will come to America
with me, Vicki,
won't you?

Aunt Sophie has
a big house on the hill.

She lives there alone
with my Christopher.

She will be glad
if I bring you, because
you've helped me so much.

Oh, Karin.

[ Victoria Narrating ]
Karin was my friend,

and I fought for her survival
as I fought for my own.

But in the end, I was beaten.

I had done
everything I could for her.

I stole food, medicine,

and I fought off
the others.

I had tried to keep her mind
filled only with thoughts
of her son and her aunt.

But with the German army
on the run
and liberation only days away,

Karin Dernakova
and our dreams of America...

lay on the cold floor
of Belsen.

All of Karin's identification
was in that bundle.

Her aunt had not seen her
since she was a little girl.

I knew as much about
Karin's life as about my own.

Why not?
Why shouldn't I
be Karin Dernakova?

Three days later,
I came before the liberators.

[ German ]

[ German ]

[ Man #2 Speaking German ]

Karin Dernakova.

[ German ]

[ Man #1 ]
She's scared to death.

Tell her we're her friends--
that we wanna help her find
her home, her family.

Yes, sir.
[ German ]

[ Sobbing ]

Get some water.

Here. Drink.

Tell her not to be afraid--
that nobody's gonna hurt her.

[ Speaking German ]

There. That's better.

I'm all right now.
You speak English.

A little.
I learned it at school.

I am sorry to make you
all this trouble.

You make us
all the trouble you want.

Yell if you'd like to.
You're entitled to it.

Some more of
the same stuff, sir.

You're from Warsaw?
Yes.

Well, you'll wanna
go back home as soon
as possible, I suppose?

I have no home.
It was destroyed.

No, I meant,
back to your family.

No family left in Poland.

My-My parents were killed.
My husband also.
I'm sorry.

In other words,
you don't wanna be
repatriated.

Oh, no!
Poland does not exist
anymore for me.

If you force me to go back--
We're here to help people,

not to force anybody
to do anything.

I feel I should explain,
though, that the alternative
is a camp for displaced persons.

I'm afraid that isn't
a permanent solution either.

Do you have any idea
what you would like to do?

Oh, I-- I will take care
of myself somehow.

I guess that's all for now.

Thank you, Major.
You're very kind.

Just a minute.

This must have fallen out
of your bundle.

It belongs to
a Victoria Kowelska.
Who is she?

She's dead.
How do you happen
to have this?

She was my friend.

We kept our things
together.

She will not need this...
anymore.

[ Victoria Narrating ]
So now for better
or for worse,

I was Karin Dernakova.

I was soon transferred to
a displaced persons camp.

The moment I arrived there,
I sent a cable
to Aunt Sophie in America...

and signed Karin's name to it.

The answer came
in a few days.

Karin Dernakova.
Dernakova?

Mm-hmm.
Oh, yes.

Here it is.
Just came across
from the message center.

I'll read it for you.

"Your cable address
to Mrs. John Albertson
forwarded to us.

Advise: addressee deceased."
Please?

Deceased.
It means the person's dead.

"Exhaustive search revealed
all known relatives
abroad dead.

"Address all further
communications
to our eastern representative,

"Joseph C. Callahan, Attorney,
New York City.

"Signed, Bennett,
Compton and Maxwell,

attorneys for
the Albertson estate."

I'll make a copy for you.

[ Narrating ]
And that was my answer--

a cable from an unknown lawyer
in the unattainable city
of New York.

And my hopes gone
with that cable.

In that moment,
I nearly gave up.

But I'd lived with my dream
too long,

and the idea
of getting to America
had become an obsession.

When the day finally came for me
to join hundreds of others...

and go aboard
the United Nations refugee ship,

we could hardly believe it.

We had spent the four long years
since the end of the war...

in waiting, hoping and praying.

Now we were actually sailing,
and we moved doubtfully,

fearful that at the last moment,
we might be snatched back.

But on that day in 1950,

when I reached New York
and found my way
to the office of the lawyer...

who had sent me the cable,

I knew that I would never
let anything send me back.

Mrs. Dernakova,
when you gave up your child
almost nine years ago--

I did not give him up.
He was sent to America
to save his life.

Nevertheless,
the fact remains...

that others, not you,
have taken care of the boy
since he was an infant.

It wasn't my fault
that I wasn't able to come here
years ago to take care of him.

You know,
of course, that after
Mrs. Albertson's death,

Mr. Spender
adopted the boy.

But he had no right to do that
while the child's mother
was still alive.

We had every reason to believe
that you were dead.

All the reports indicated it.
As a matter of fact,
there is still some doubt that--

But you've seen my papers!
What more proof do you want?

My dear madame,
you must realize...

that there is
a considerable fortune
involved here.

I think you are the one
who realizes it more than I.

Mrs. Dernakova,
the law is on our side.

Your aunt-- I mean,
the late Mrs. Albertson--

left the estate to the boy
with Mr. Spender as guardian.

It is true that the law,
as you say,
is on your side.

I am in a strange country,
and I'm alone.

But I have a feeling
that here, in some way,
I will find justice.

I don't care how long it takes.
I will fight
for what belongs to me.

And I will never
let you keep my son from me!

I, uh, think
you're being hasty.

We might be prepared
to settle this
on some reasonable basis.

Just a minute, Callahan.

Mrs. Dernakova?
Yes?

I'm sorry to have
put you through this ordeal,

but, you see,
I had to be positive.

I'm sure you'll agree
there's Chris to consider too.

And if we both started there,
unselfishly,

we might find some solution
to this problem...

without lawyers.

What's the matter?
Don't you like our food?

Oh, yes.

But I'm still upset.
Your lawyer's so very efficient.

Oh, forget about him.
Let's talk about you.

I didn't know I had
such a beautiful relative
in Poland.

What?

Don't look so surprised.
Aunt Sophie was related
to me, too, by marriage.

Oh.

If she were alive,
I would have been with her
long ago.

I sent her a cable.
Yes, I know.

You know?

Well, look.
Let me explain.

You and your husband
had been reported dead
years before.

My lawyer was convinced
we were dealing
with an impostor.

We never heard from you again,
and that only served to confirm
our original suspicions.

If only you'd tried again--
written or wired or anything.

Well, I--
I didn't know what to do,
where to turn.

I-I felt so lost.

Well, you've gotta
forget all that now...

and think of the future...
and Chris.

You'll be proud of him.
Tell me about him.
What does he look like?

Well, he's a very
good-looking boy,
I think.

He-- He resembles you
in some ways.

He has your eyes,
and that same stubborn chin.

When he was a baby,
everybody said he'd look
more like his father.

When am I going to see him?
He won't be back from school
for two weeks,

and I plan to stay
in New York on business.

Look, why don't you wait
and come to San Francisco
with me?

I'm sure you could use
the time yourself.
Shopping, for example.

Shopping?
But I have no money.

You have now.

[ Narrating ]
This is what
I had dreamed about--

like the days back home
in Poland before the war.

The feel of silk
on my skin again.

What do you think?
It's lovely.

Yes, but I'm afraid
it's also very expensive.

Don't worry about that.
After all,
I'm still Chris's guardian.

I'm sure
he'd want his mother
to look her best.

All right, then.

Do you like it?
It's beautiful.

I-I just have
to put my shoe on,
and I'm ready.

May I help you?

[ Narrating ]
I make no excuse.

I felt Alan was attracted
to me, and I was prepared
to take advantage of it.

Was I in love with him?
I don't know.

But I did know that
the best way
for me to be safe...

was to be married
to an American.

[ Alan ]
A penny for them, Karin.

A penny for what?

Your thoughts.

It's an expression we have.

Oh, Alan, I--

I couldn't begin
to tell you
all my thoughts.

You've been
so wonderful to me.

I don't know
if I ever can, Karin, but...

I'd like to spend
the rest of my life
trying to make up to you...

for all those lost years.

I want you to know,
I'm no bargain.
I'm a very stubborn man,

set in my ways
and hard to live with.

And maybe
I'm too old to change.

I don't want you
to change, Alan, ever.

[ Narrating ]
Three days later,
we were married in Connecticut.

And now Alan was bringing me
home to San Francisco.

There they are!

Hello!
Hello, Chris.

Chris, this is your mother.

Well, what do you think?
Shall we keep her?
Hello.

Hello, Chris.

Hello, Margaret.
Hello, Mr. Spender.

Darling?
This is Margaret.

How do you do?
Welcome home, Mrs. Spender.

Thank you.
I've heard how much
you've done for Chris.

I'm very grateful.
May I offer my congratulations?

Well, thank you, Margaret.

Well, let's go get
the taste of the train
out of our mouths, huh?

[ Victoria Narrating ]
And so, at last, I came
to the house on Telegraph Hill.

Wait till you see
the view in the daytime.

Come on, now, Chris.
It's way past your bedtime.

Remember, now, you promised.
Okay.

Can I help you carry it?
Thank you, dear.

If there's anything
that doesn't please you,
just holler.

We'll change it
any way you like it.
Oh, no.

I like it just as it is.
It's so old and beautiful.

It's getting pretty late, dear.
You must be tired.

You can see the house
tomorrow.
All right.

Such a beautiful portrait
of Aunt Sophie.

I wish I had
known her better.

I never realized
you knew her at all.

Oh, yes. Once,
when I was very little,
she visited us in Poland.

She looked so kind
and wise.

She was that.
She was a wonderful woman.

I put your bags in your room.

Well, thank you, dear.
This is my room.
You wanna see it?

Tomorrow, Chris.

Your mother's tired,
and it's way past your bedtime.

Yes, Chris,
I am a little tired.

I'll show you
the whole place tomorrow,
if you want.

I know a place where you can see
Point Lobos. That's where they
used to send signals from.

That would be very nice.
Good night, Chris.

Sleep well, darling.
I'll see you in the morning.
Okay. Good night.

I, uh-- I didn't know
what arrangements
you'd want to make,

so I had the guest room
made up for the night.

Thank you, Margaret.
Good night, Mrs. Spender.

Good night, Margaret.
There are so many things
you'll have to teach me.

I'll be glad
to do what I can.

Here we are,
right down here.

This is lovely.
I'm glad you like it.

Some people thought I was crazy
to stay on in the house
after Aunt Sophie died,

but I--

I've always loved
the old place.

You take that chair,
for instance.

It's a monstrosity,
isn't it?

I wouldn't give that up
for anything in the world.

When I was a kid,
my mother and I used to
come out to the house...

on special occasions, you know:
Thanksgiving, Christmas,
Aunt Sophie's birthdays.

You see, we weren't
immediate family.
More like poor relations.

But Aunt Sophie'd
always have us up
for those family days,

and I always loved
that chair.

I sat in it every time.
Came to think of it
as my chair.

It was a symbol to me then
of this house,
the life that was lived in it.

It still is.

[ Knocking ]
[ Alan ]
Come in.

Thank you, Cai.
Good night, sir.

Good night.
I always have
a glass of orange juice...

just before
going to bed.

Oh.
Now, don't forget.
I'm a native Californian.

Mmm.
Good idea.

Why did Margaret have
the guest room made up?

Oh, I suppose
I should've sent her
some instructions,

but I wanted to leave
everything to you.

I think this room
is big enough for both of us.

I hope so.

But I do think you'll be
more comfortable here if I take
the guest room for the night.

And then tomorrow,
we can go downtown and
pick out everything we need.

Alan, I love you.

[ Rattling ]

[ Narrating ]
I had come halfway
across the world.

And, now, suddenly,
in this pleasant room,

a little of the fear
I had once felt in Belsen
came back to me.

Whether it was
my own conscience...

or meeting with little Chris...

or something
in the house itself,
I couldn't tell.

I had a strange feeling
that Aunt Sophie saw through me.

I wondered--
if I could have spoken to her--

whether she would have
understood.

She did look kind and wise.

Yet, I couldn't rid myself
of the feeling that something
was wrong in this house.

[ Door Closes ]
[ Margaret Shouting,
Indistinct ]

[ Alan, Indistinct ]

[ Margaret Continues,
Indistinct ]

Karin, what are you doing
down here?

Well, I--
I couldn't sleep.

I just came down to see
Aunt Sophie's picture.

It's kind of a strange hour
to be prowling around
the house looking at pictures.

I'm not prowling, Alan.

I'm sorry,
but you seemed so tired.

And you?
You haven't been to bed
at all yet.

I came down to look over
my mail. I wanted to see if
there's anything important.

Margaret heard me coming down.
She brought me a sandwich
and a glass of milk.

Oh. Margaret has been
in the house a long time,
hasn't she?

Ever since Chris was
brought here from Europe.

He needed someone to
look after him.

She's been very faithful.

You know, one thing
about Aunt Sophie.

She knew people inside out.

She picked her
out of 50 applicants
to take care of Chris.

Margaret has...
many unusual qualities.

I believe you.

I also think
she's a very unusual woman.

Are you going
to be much longer?

No, just a little while.

You better
run along to bed.

Good night.
Good night.

[ Door Closes ]

Hi!
Hi!

It's late.
You always sleep so late?
I was very tired last night.

I've been waitin' for you
since 7:00.

Oh, you shouldn't
have done that.

Oh, it's all right.
I'm always up early.
Comin' down soon?

Well, it will take me
a while to get dressed.

Okay. Hurry up.

Hey, good catch.
You're learnin' fast, Mom.

What's the matter?
Hurt your hand?

No, darling.
It didn't hurt at all.

That's good.
Come on! Throw the ball!

Chris.

You've missed not having
your mother very much,
haven't you?

Sure. I guess so.

But you were so little
when you were brought here,

you couldn't possibly
remember her.

Well, Aunt Sophie
always talked about you a lot...

and cried for a long time
when they told her you had died.

And you?
Did you cry too?

I-- I don't remember.

It made me feel kind of funny.
But, anyway, it isn't true.

Come on! Pitch!
Pitch?

You know, throw it.
Oh.

Oop! Oh!
I am so clumsy.

Don't worry.
You'll learn, Mom.

Hey! Good one!
Yippee!

To the lady of the house,
past and present.

May your days in this house
be as rich and rewarding
as hers.

Thank you, Doctor.

[ Man ]
Great character. Don't
make 'em like that anymore.

Nobody knows that any better
than I do. She was
a wonderful, wonderful woman.

She had a wonderful
sense of humor.

In fact, she'd laugh
her head off if she could
see this little votive group...

gathered under her portrait,
drinking her vintage wine,

growing mawkish
over her memory.

Hello, Alan.
Dr. Burkhardt.
Marc.

Mr. Whitmore.
Hello, Marc.

Mrs. Whitmore.
You look lovely tonight.
Thank you, Marc.

There's a rumor around town
that you've gotten married.

Comes with a great
wailing and gnashing of teeth
from the direction of Nob Hill.

Darling, may I present
Marc Bennett.

He's an old friend.
We've known each other
since grammar school.

My wife.
Mrs. Spender.

Is something on your mind,
old boy?

Frankly, yes.
I, uh--
How far behind am I?

Oh, I'd say you had
a pretty good head start.

I seem to have
run down suddenly.

How about a nice,
friendly push?
Sure.

Champagne all right?
Whiskey with a little water,
if you don't mind.

But don't drown it.
That would be
a catastrophe, huh?

Fix it for you myself.

You don't remember me,
do you?

You're making things
tougher for me by the minute.

That accent-- is it Polish?
Uh-huh.

And what red-letter day
did I meet a beautiful
Polish lady?

On the most important day
in her life, Major.

Germany.

The camp at Belsen.
Of course.

But you've changed
quite a bit.

No wonder
I didn't recognize you.

I've often wondered
what had become of you.

I don't believe
you remember anything
about me at all.

Oh, but I do.
I-I even remember your name.

It's Victoria.
Victoria Der--

Dernakova, Major.
And it's Karin,
not Victoria.

Karin.
K-A-R-I-N?

Mm-hmm.
[ Alan ]
Here we are.

Thank you.

- Dinner is served.
- Thank you, Cai.

May I claim the right
as an old friend
of the household?

Looks like
you have already.

[ Chattering ]

** [ Piano: Classical ]

[ Mock Snoring ]

[ Sighs ]
Be a shame to wake him,
even for ice cream.

Faker!
A favor for a favor.
Thanks!

Oh, don't you like it?

Oh, sure.
But, Margaret--

Yes?
Well, she usually doesn't
let me eat after dinner.

Oh, but this is
a special occasion,
isn't it?

Oh, sure.
And maybe we just
won't tell Margaret, huh?

She'll find out.
[ Laughs ]

Is something wrong,
Mrs. Spender?

Nothing at all, Margaret.
I just brought Chris
a dish of ice cream.

Chris doesn't usually eat
just before going to bed.

Well, I just thought
with everybody having
fun downstairs that--

Of course,
if you prefer him
not to have it, I--

Why, not at all.

It's up to Chris.

What do you think,
Chris?

I can put it
in the icebox
for lunch tomorrow.

Okay.

We find it better
to let Chris
make his own decisions.

I see.

It will taste better
at lunch, Chris.

Good night, dear.
Good night.

** [ Piano Continues ]

I am sorry, Margaret.
I didn't realize--

Oh, it was my fault,
Mrs. Spender.
I should have told you.

But Chris has always been
a very impulsive child.

I found the best way
to handle him is to
let him discipline himself.

Good night, Margaret.
Good night, Mrs. Spender.

Five pounds.

Nice avocado today.
Zucchini.

I recommend the zucchini.
Major.

With a touch of garlic
and mozzarella,
there's nothing like it.

[ Italian ]
[ Italian ]

All right, get the lady
a couple of pounds.

The real stuff, now,
from the basement.
Sì, signore. The best.

Small world, isn't it?
Germany, Telegraph Hill,
and the New Union Grocery.

You do your marketing
here too, Major?

Only since I found
it's where you do yours.

Besides, we didn't have
a chance to finish
our talk the other evening.

Well, it isn't pleasant
for me to talk about things
that happened in the camp.

I'd like to forget
about them.

That's, uh--
That's not what I wanted
to talk to you about.

I was telling my cook
about that chicken dish I had
at your house the other night.

She can't swing it
without the recipe.
[ Laughs ]

Don't laugh.
I'm a San Franciscan. Eating's
serious business with me.

I thought the law
was your business, Major.

Technically, it is. You see,
my father's death put me
in a curious situation.

According to the sign
on the door, I'm
the senior member of the firm.

But most of our clients
seem to wanna do business
with the junior members.

One of 'em's 65,
the other's 62.

So that leaves me
twiddling my thumbs
and cleaning out ashtrays.

And finding new recipes
for your cook.
Exactly.

If I give you the recipe,

will you tell me something too?

Blackmail, huh?

You and Alan
do not like each other.
Why?

Where did you ever
get an idea like that?

I saw you together
at the house.

Well, the fact is that
Alan thinks I've had things
too easy all my life.

You know, a rich man's son,
lazy and drinks too much.

Unfortunately, he's right.

Two pounds mozzarella.
The best.
All right, Tony.

I'll take these too.

Well, I think
this is everything.

I'm sure you have
some good points, Major.

Oh, I suppose so.
I'm kind to animals.
Handle a boat pretty well.

And you play
the piano beautifully.

And I make beautiful circles
on a bar with a highball glass.
Thank you, Mrs. Spender.

Let me know how
you like the mozzarella.
I will, Tony. Good-bye.

Bye. Well,
now that that's all settled,
how about lunch?

I'm afraid I couldn't.
Why not?

'Cause you're married now?
Believe me, I'm very much
aware of it, and I respect it.

Husbands are husbands,
and friends are friends.

And, who knows? Someday,
you might need a friend.

Some other time, perhaps.
They are expecting me
home for lunch today.

Good-bye.
Good-bye.

[ Laughs ]

Oh, I'm sorry!
I'm not fast enough for you.

Chris, a little playhouse.
You never told me about it.

I don't play in it anymore.
It's no good.

Oh, we will fix it
and use it again.
Here's the ball, Mom.

Come on.
We had one at home.

It was so much fun.
Don't go in there.

Is there something
you don't want me to see?

No, but it's dangerous.

- Chris, what happened there?
- It was the explosion.

Explosion?
What kind of explosion?

My chemical set.
It happened a long time ago.

Come on, Mom!
Let's play some more ball!

Tell me, darling,
were you hurt?

No, it was nothing.
It just made a loud noise.

Well, I'm going to ask Alan
to have it fixed.

No!
Please don't, Mom.

Why not?
'Cause he doesn't know
anything about it.

He wasn't here
when it happened.

You won't tell him, Mom,
will you?

Of course not,
if you don't want me to.

We'll just keep it
between us, okay?

Okay.
Thanks, Mom.

Come on! Pitch!
Pitch.

Good one!
Throw it overhand,
like that.

[ Knocking ]

Margaret?

Margaret?

Is there something
you wanted, Mrs. Spender?
Oh.

I'm sorry, Margaret.
I-I was looking for you,

and I couldn't help admiring
this beautiful album.

Was it Aunt Sophie's?
Yes.

She gave it to me.
Oh.

What is it you wanted,
Mrs. Spender?
[ Lock Clicks ]

Oh, I-- I just wanted
to ask you,

what exactly happened
in the little playhouse?

The playhouse?
Yes.

Did Chris take you there?

No. I--
I came upon it
by accident.

I asked Chris,
but he didn't want
to talk about it.

He did say
there was an explosion
from his chemical set.

[ Chuckles ]
Oh, nonsense.

His chemical set
was just a harmless toy.

He must have stolen
something from the kitchen--

some cleaning fluid or something
that caused the explosion.

Chris thinks Mr. Spender
still doesn't know, but,

of course,
you told him, Margaret.

No, I never did.

Margaret, you should have.

Well, Chris was terribly afraid
Mr. Spender would punish him.
He begged me not to tell.

But Chris should have been
made to understand
never to do a thing like that.

He could have been killed.

Well, he wasn't.
He wasn't hurt at all.

I saw no reason to make
an issue of it then,

and certainly
there's no reason
to make an issue of it now.

I'm not trying
to make an issue of it,
Margaret.

But, surely, you can't blame me
for being worried and--
and very much concerned.

Concerned. How long
have you been concerned
about Chris, a few weeks?

I've been concerned about him
all his life, night and day.

And, now, you tell me
that you're concerned...

about something
that happened years ago.

Even then, it was I
who comforted him,
not you.

Thank you for being so frank.
Now I know where we stand.

From the moment I came here,
you've looked upon me
as an intruder in this house.

That's why you dare
talk to me like this.

Well, I'll tell you something.
You're wrong, Margaret.

You are the intruder, not I.

Are you giving me notice,
Mrs. Spender?
Yes.

I was a fool
not to do it long ago.

Very well.
I'll start packing at once.

[ Whispers ]
Alan?
Hello, darling.

I thought you would
never get home.

What's the matter?
Anything wrong?

No, not anymore.

I had it out with Margaret.
She's leaving.

You what?
Have you both gone crazy?

Do you want
to hear what happened?
I don't care what--

This is ridiculous!
But, darling,

you wouldn't say that
if you'd heard
how she talked to me.

She acted as if
Chris was her child,

and she even accused me
of deliberately turning him
against her and you.

Oh. So it's about Chris.

Well, can't you see, darling?
Margaret is jealous...

because the boy's become
so attached to you.

You should be the first
to understand that.

And you, you should be
the first to understand...

that Margaret and I
can never live together
in the same house.

Now, look, Karin.

Margaret has given years
of her life to Chris.

You can't just
dismiss her...

like a servant that
stepped out of line.

You're upset now, darling.
But when you've had time
to think it over,

you'll realize I'm right.

If Margaret said anything
to you she shouldn't have,
she'll apologize.

I'll see to that myself.

[ Knocking ]

Come in.
[ Door Opens ]

May I speak to you
for a moment, Mrs. Spender?

Please, come in.

What is it, Margaret?
About yesterday,
I should like to apologize.

I said things
I shouldn't have.
I'm sorry.

It doesn't matter.
Mr. Spender wishes you
to remain. You know that.

But things will be
very difficult if you feel that
I can't be trusted with Chris.

What happened between us
has nothing to do with Chris.

I never doubted that you have
Chris's welfare at heart.

It's kind of you
to say so, Mrs. Spender,

but I'd feel better
if you accepted my apology too.

Very well. I accept it,
if that makes you feel better.

Isn't it time to bring
Chris home from the party?

I'm leaving right now.

[ Door Closes ]

[ Latch Clicks ]

Oh. Alan.

What are you doing
in there?

I-- I was just
looking around.

- Looking around?
- Mm-hmm.

For what?
Nothing, Alan.

Nothing. I--

I just wanted to see
the inside of the playhouse.

- [ Screams ]
- [ Chris ] Mom?

[ Gasping ]

Mom!
Chris!

Darling,
I'm so glad to see you.

Tell me, did you have
a good time at Jimmy's party?
Mm-hmm.

Did he like your present?
Yep.

- Tell me all about it.
- Well, we went out
on a pony ride, and--

Karin.

Darling, will you please
tell me what's bothering you?

I'm tired, Alan.
I-- I have a headache.

I don't mean now.
I mean this afternoon
in the playhouse.

You shied away from me
as if I had the plague.

If I hadn't grabbed you--

I completely forgot
about that wall.

Forgot?
I should've had it fixed
right after the explosion.

But I didn't realize
it was such a hazard.

What's the matter now?

You-- You know what happened
to Chris in the playhouse?

Well, of course I do.
Wasn't I supposed to know?

Well, Margaret told me
just the other day
that you didn't know--

that she never told you.

Oh. Well,
you must have misunderstood.

After four years,
I don't suppose Margaret
remembers herself how it was.

But it's certainly nothing
for you to start
worrying about now.

Your hands are like ice.

Is something going on in
that funny little head of yours?

Something you're
keeping from me?
I'm not
keeping anything from you, Alan.

You make me feel as though
I've failed you somehow--

as though I haven't been
the husband I wanted to be.

No, it isn't you, Alan.

Sometimes, things come back--
things I want to forget.

I can't help it.

You must be patient with me.
I'll be all right.

Of course you will,
darling.

It takes time.

We'll just have to
try harder to--
to make you forget.

Chris? You forgot
to make up your room again.

I didn't forget.
I'm just goin' to market
with Mom now.

I'll do it when we get back.
Oh, Chris, you promised.

Go right in and do it now.
I'll wait for you.

Would you like me
to go to the market for you,
Mrs. Spender?

Cook said he wanted
the chops for lunch.

Ooh, that's right.
No, I'll go, Margaret.

I'm sorry, darling.
You'll come with me
next time, okay?

Okay.

[ Tires Screeching ]

[ Horn Honking ]

[ Honking ]

Chris? Chris?

Are you hurt, lady?

What happened?
[ Muttering, Indistinct ]

You better cut the motor off.
Somebody, get an ambulance.
Yeah, I'll go get one.

I wouldn't move around, lady.
What happened?

They're getting an ambulance
for you.
Did anybody see what happened?

I-I don't want an ambulance.

I'm all right.

You better let me
take you home, huh, lady?
Where do you live?

Home? No, I--
Please, will you take me
to a telephone?

Yeah, sure.
Sure thing, lady.

Hello.
Mr. Marc Bennett, please.

Yes?

Oh? Put her on.

Hello, Karin.
How are you?

An accident?
Are you all right?

Oh. Yes.
Well, let me call Alan--

Oh, no,
I don't want Alan to--

Marc, please,
don't call Alan.

I want to see you alone,
now.

All right.
I just thought that--

I'll be right there.
What's the address?

So after the man brought me
here to the telephone,
he sent for a tow car.

And then he kept insisting
I have a doctor look at me
right away.

He should have. It was
a terrible thing to have happen.
Oh, Marc, it didn't "happen."

It wasn't an accident.
He made the brakes
so they wouldn't work.

He's trying to kill me!
Hey, hey.

Let's not go off
the deep end again.

You've had a bad shock.
Now, who's trying to kill you?

Alan.
Alan?

Oh, Marc, please believe me.
I'm not hysterical now.

He wants to get rid of me.
I've felt it for a long time.

Can't you see it, Marc?

Aunt Sophie
left everything to Chris.

Alan is his guardian.
If something
should happen to him,

Alan would get the estate.

And Chris could have been
with me in the car this morning.
He wants us out of the way.

It's for the money, Marc.
Don't you see?

You don't, do you?

But why would he marry you?
He didn't have to, you know.

He may have been
attracted to me.
I don't know.

But you don't think
he was going to let...

the boy's mother
take everything away from him,
do you?

There's one way to find out.

Come on.

Your master cylinder's
bone-dry.

These are hydraulic brakes.
No fluid, they don't work.

How come no fluid?
A leak, right here.

A break in the line
going to the front wheel.

That's an unusual place
to spring a leak, isn't it?

Well, it don't happen
every day,
but it can happen.

Look, you've been over
this thing pretty thoroughly.

Is it possible that somebody
might have tampered with
that brake line deliberately?

Anything's possible.
My guess is
you hit a rock or something.

Okay, thanks.
Yeah.

I suppose
you think I'm crazy.

But I cannot help it.
I cannot help what I feel.

Karin, it's no news to you
that I'm not very fond of Alan.

I think he'd do almost anything
to hold onto the nice, cushy
life he's made for himself.

I don't think
he'd be crazy enough
to try a thing like this.

I don't know.

I don't know
what to think anymore.

I'm sorry to have
given you so much trouble
for nothing.

For nothing?

I told you once,
you might need a friend.
You came to me as a friend.

I don't consider that
nothing.

What you need is somebody
to teach you how to relax
and enjoy life,

something Alan never learned.

He's been so busy trying
to get up to that house
on the hill that...

he's been blind
to everything else.

I must go home, Marc.

Well, at least
you stopped calling me "Major."
That's a net gain.

[ Creaking ]

- Where have you been?
- I was hungry, and...

I went down to the kitchen
for a glass of milk.

You'd better come to bed.
It's very late.

Yes, dear.
In a minute.

[ Phone Ringing ]

- Yes?
- Fowler? Marc Bennett.

Say, my client
will be here in a few minutes.

Can you give me any idea
what your report will be
on those gloves?

I think I can.
I wanna run one more test
just to double-check, but--

I see.

No, I'll be right here
waiting for it, thanks.

Karin!

Alan.
What are you doing here?

Me? I just went up
to see my insurance man.

Where are you going?

To the dentist.
I have an appointment.

Dr. Lipman?
Mm-hmm.

Darling, he's in
the medical building.

Oh.
Oh, you're right.

I-- I wonder
how the taxi driver
could have made such a mistake.

Well, I'm glad he did.
It gives me a chance to give
a beautiful lady a lift.

As a matter of fact, it's, uh,
almost 4:00. I'll wait for you.
We'll drive home together.

4:00? I didn't realize
it was so late.

I-- I'm afraid
I've missed my appointment.

Well, you can
see him tomorrow.

I'll tell you what.
Let's have an early dinner
and take in a movie, huh?

Uh-huh.

[ Door Opens ]

Hello, Margaret.
Good evening.

Where's Chris?
He's in his room
listening to the radio.

Any calls?
Mr. Marc Bennett.

Did he leave any message?

He just said he'd be
in his office until 6:00 if
either of you returned by then.

Thank you, Margaret.

Mr. Bennett, please.
Mr. Spender calling.

Relax, darling.
It can't be anything important.
[ Exhales ]

Hello, Marc?
I understand you called.

Oh, fine, thanks.
How about yourself?

Tonight? Just a minute.
Karin's right here.
I'll ask her.

He wants to take us
to dinner tonight.
What do you say?

Whatever
you like, Alan.
Well, Karin says she'd love to.

Sure. 8:30's fine.
Mm-hmm. I'll see you then.

What's the matter,
darling?
[ Chuckles ]

I was just thinking,
I've spent so little
time with Chris today.

Oh, stop worrying
about Chris for a change.
It'll do you good to get out.

Yes, Alan.

** [ Singing
In Foreign Language ]

** [ Continues ]

** [ Ends ]
[ Applause ]

Oh, will you excuse me? I--
I promised to call Chris
and say good night.

** [ Jazz ]

You must have
a crystal ball.
What do you mean?

Your call this afternoon.
May I?
Of course.

I was just gonna call you.
Really?
Anything special?

It's about Karin.
Karin?

This afternoon, coming down
from Charlie Decker's office,
I ran into her in the lobby.

She almost jumped
out of her skin
when she saw me.

I could have sworn she was
on her way up to see you.
Was she, Marc?

Why didn't you
ask her?

I did.
She told me she was going up
to see her dentist.

Well, that seems to
settle it, doesn't it?
No, not quite.

You see, her dentist happens
to be in the medical building.

That's quite a long way
from your place.

So she made a mistake.
So what?

People don't make
mistakes like that,
unless it's part of a pattern.

Look, I'm not
very good at riddles.
What's on your mind?

I'm worried about Karin.

I don't have to tell you
what she went through in Europe.

I've tried everything
to make her forget.

I blame myself
for letting her drive.
** [ Ends ]

That accident on the hill
didn't help her nerves any.

[ Applause ]
A thing like that would play
hard with anybody's nerves.

** [ Resumes ]
Of course, but with her
it seems to--

I don't know.

Suddenly she's become
suspicious of everything
and everybody around her.

I talked to Dr. Burkhardt
about it. He suggested
I take her to a specialist.

I know you've never thought very
much of me, Marc-- too pushing
and ambitious for your taste.

Well, maybe you're right.

But Karin's made
a difference in my life.

My only ambition now
is to make her happy.

And I'm helpless.

The harder I try,
the more I realize that...
I'm losing her.

[ Chuckles ]
It's ironic, isn't it?

Yeah, life's full
of little ironies.

And I'm afraid it's something
you're gonna have to work out
between yourselves.

Would you like
to dance?

Go ahead,
darling.

The report from the chemist,
Marc-- what does it say?

I'm sorry, Karin. There
wasn't a trace of grease
or oil on those gloves.

But those spots, Marc,
those dark spots.

Ink. Nothing but plain,
ordinary blue-black ink.

Karin, I'd like
to tell you that Alan
is a black-hearted monster...

capable of the worst crimes
in the book.

I can't, 'cause I'd be lying,
and I-- I can't lie to you.

I know you've been through
so much-- those years
at the camp, and--

But you've got to
snap out of this mood.

Oh, I'm not hysterical, Marc.
Please believe me.

I've realized now,
there was something wrong
from the beginning:

the way they tried to keep me
from coming to America;
the cold, heartless cables...

some lawyers send me
that Aunt Sophie was dead,
and not a word about Chris--

What lawyers?
I don't know.
I don't remember their names.

Why? Is it important?
No, I--
I just wondered.

I can show you the cable.

Alan doesn't know,
but I still have it.
I could bring it to your office.

All right. Why don't you?
Like to get a look at it.
All right, Marc. Tomorrow.

I'll bring it to your office
in the morning, huh?
All right.

Oh, no.

After what happened today, I--
I shouldn't go there again.

Where could we meet?
** [ Ends ]

Well,
let me see.
[ Applause ]

The yacht basin at the marina.

Any taxi driver
will know where it is.
** [ Resumes ]

[ Marc ]
Thank you.
Wait a minute.

It's my turn now.

[ Boat Whistle Blows
In Distance ]

My secretary searched
all the files and checked
with everybody...

and says there's absolutely
no record of this having
been sent from our office.

But it is signed,
"Bennett, Compton and Maxwell."
Your firm, Marc.

Then I'm right.
Alan sent the cable himself.
It's possible.

But see, this is dated
May 31, 1945. My father
was still alive then.

He handled your aunt's affairs.
Alan could have showed him
the cable just as he told you.

And unfortunately, now
there's no way of finding out
what actually did happen.

Look. First thing
Monday morning,
I'll call Callahan.

That's the lawyer
you met in New York.

He may be able
to tell us something.
I hope so.

Now, don't be afraid.

I've got to get home now.
I promised to take Chris
to the ball game.

You are afraid,
aren't you?

Sometimes, yes.
But not when
I am with you.

That's what I want to
talk to you about. There's
no sense in our going--

Oh, Marc.
No, not now. It--
It isn't right.

What is right-- for you to
go on living with Alan, feeling
the way you do about him?

For us to exchange
polite small talk
every time we meet?

Is it wrong for me to say
that I'm in love with you?
No, Marc. No.

But it is wrong
for someone to lie,
to cheat,

even if only to find
happiness and safety.

Now what are we talking about?

About me. I'm not
Chris's mother, Marc.

Karin Dernakova
died in Belsen.

I took her papers
and stole her name.

Victoria.
Yes. Victoria Kowelska.
That's my real name.

Victoria Kowelska.
But, Marc, you didn't
hear what I said.

I'm not Chris's--
Sure, sure.
You're not Chris's mother.

What do you want me to do--
condemn...

a starved, scared, homeless
girl who saw a chance for
a better life and grabbed it?

I saw Belsen too, Karin.

[ Sobs ]

But I am trapped now
by my own lies.

Even if Alan lets me go,
he will never let me
have Chris.

And I will not leave him
behind in that house!
Well, that's it.

You've been living with this
on your conscience so long,
you've magnified these things.

Oh, no.
Please don't think that.
Chris is in real danger.

You've said that before. Nothing
is gonna happen to Chris.
Something is going to happen.

If I only could
make you believe it.

I love him so much,
and he needs me.
I know he does.

I'm gonna talk to Alan.
I think--
Oh, no, Marc.

Alan mustn't know
I told you anything.

[ Sighs ]

There must be a way
to prove all this to you.

Will you stop
tearing yourself
apart?

Take Chris to the ball game.
Have some fun for a while.

Karin.
Hmm?

I said, take Chris to
the ball game. Get away from
the house for the afternoon.

Yeah.
Would it help
if I call later...

when I find out
what Callahan has to say?

Yes, call me.
Maybe I--
Now, don't do anything silly.

Chris will be all right.

Oh, I-- I hope so.
[ Boat Whistle Blows
In Distance ]

Hello, Margaret.
Good afternoon,
Mrs. Spender.

Where's Chris?
He's having his lunch.

He said you were taking him
to the ball game.
I'll tell him you're back.

All right.

Margaret, uh--

[ Chuckles ]
Would you mind very much
taking Chris to the game?

He has been counting
on it, and... I have
such a bad headache.

Why, I'll be glad
to take him, if you like.
Thank you.

[ Victoria ]
Good-bye, darling.
Have a good time.

And, remember, just one hot dog.
Okay, Mom. And I'll keep
the scorecard for ya.

Bye, Mom!
Bye!

- Bye!
- Good-bye!

[ Thinking ]
"Death came yesterday"--
June 3.

But the cable was sent in May.
She wasn't dead then.

Hello, dear.
Oh, Alan.

Well, go ahead.
Finish your call.

It's not important.

Well, who were you calling?
My watch stopped. I wanted
to find out the correct time.

Oh.

It's about
a quarter of two.
Um, 14 of.

All right.
Margaret called and said
you weren't feeling well.

I thought I'd come home
and keep you company.
Thank you, dear.

It was just a headache.
It's gone now.

But, darling, if you have work
to do, please, don't let me hold
you back. I'm all right now.

Well, of course, I can always
find something to do. Um--

Okay. Put on your coat
and come along. The drive
will do you good.

Oh, I don't think so, Alan.

I'd rather stay home.
Why don't you go?

No. The work will keep
until tomorrow.

Why, you haven't eaten a thing,
Karin. Why don't you try
the soufflé? It's excellent.

Yeah, Mom.
It's swell.

I'm not hungry, darling.
Would you like to have mine too?
Yeah, sure!

If you don't mind, I'll go
to the library and read while
you're having your coffee.

Well, go ahead, dear.
I'll join you in a few minutes.

Good night, Margaret.
Good night,
Mrs. Spender.

Good night,
darling.
Good night, Mom.

Karin.

I think I'll have
my coffee with you.

[ Phone Rings ]

You're even more jittery tonight
than usual, darling.

[ Rings ]

Hello.

Hello?

Hello?

Wrong number, I guess.

Well, maybe he just
changed his mind,

whoever it was.

You look tired.

You're going to bed right now.
Come along.

I-I think I left
a cigarette burning.

Feeling you left
something behind,
you forgot something--

I could have sworn
I left a cigarette
burning in there,

and I wasn't
even smoking.

[ Knocking ]
[ Alan ]
Come in.

[ Door Opens ]
I'll take it, Cai.

Yes, sir.
Good night.

Good night.

[ Glassware Clinks ]

[ Liquid Pouring ]

[ Utensil Stirring Liquid ]

[ Door Closes ]

You do look tired, dear.
You drink your juice,
and we'll turn in.

I left my book in the library.
I'm going down to get it.

Now, how do you expect to get
enough sleep if you stay up
reading till all hours?

Just for a little while.
Please, Alan.

Just a minute, darling.

I'll get your book
for you.

[ Victoria ]
Hello, Operator?

[ Tapping Receiver ]
Hello?

Operator!

[ Hangs Up ]

[ Doorknob Clicks ]

[ Door Closes ]

Thank you.

Oh, don't forget
your juice, dear.
It'll help you sleep.

Uh, no, I don't think
I want it tonight.
It doesn't taste right.

Well, what's
the matter with it?

[ Sighs ]
It seems a little bitter.

Bitter?

Tastes fine to me.

Come on, dear.
Doctor's orders.

The trouble with you is
you don't know how to relax.

Come on, dear. Don't fight it.
Just close your eyes.

Aren't you going to bed, Alan?

What is it, Alan?
Why do you look at me so?

I was thinking about a day
not too long ago.

We met in Callahan's office?

You were scared
out of your wits, but you
carried it off magnificently.

I thought then,
"This woman has everything:
breeding, brains, fire.

I could be happy
with a woman like this."

Then something else said,
"Watch out.
She'll give you trouble."

Trouble? What trouble
could I give you, Alan?

Why, don't be stupid, Karin.
You know very well what
sort of trouble.

Alan, what are you afraid
I'd take away from you?

- Is it the money?
- Money?

[ Exhales ]

How scornful you are of money--
you and Marc Bennett--

all you people
who were born with it.

I should never have had
to worry about money either.

Aunt Sophie's family had been
wiped out in Europe. I was
her only living relative.

And what did it get me?
A job as a clerk in the
shipping office for $40 a week.

But it's all over.
This is the last time I'll have
any trouble with your family.

[ Laughs ]
You-- You Poles
must be made of iron:

you, Chris,
that old Aunt of yours.

Then it wasn't
just Chris and me.

You had to kill
Aunt Sophie first.

You sent me the cable
that she was dead, and--
and then you killed her.

Just like that, huh?
Just like powdering your nose.

- You think it's easy
to kill somebody?
- [ Gasps ]

It takes time
and patience and courage...
and a strong stomach.

Oh, stop it. Stop it.
I don't want to hear anymore.
You're mad!

Mad?

If it's madness not to let
someone take from you what's
rightfully yours, maybe I'm mad.

But everything I've done,
I've planned with
a perfectly sane mind.

I've never wavered for an
instant, and I'm not wavering
now. This house is mine.

The money's mine.
It's gonna stay mine.

You don't know
what I went through
with that old woman,

your Chris.

Had to turn myself inside out,
dance attendance on the kid
like a monkey on a stick...

just so she'd write me in
as guardian for the boy.

You think I was gonna
give all that up...

just because you decided
to come back from the grave,
walk in and take over?

[ Sobbing ]

Alan, I don't care
what happens to me
anymore, but...

please, in heaven's name,
leave Chris out of it.

He's only a child.
He can do nothing
to you-- nothing.

Nothing... except
take everything from me
and kick me out of the house--

if he ever
comes of age.
Alan!

- Don't worry.
Chris is safe.
- [ Sighs ]

I'd have trouble with Margaret
if anything happened to him.
[ Chuckles ]

And you were the one
that wanted to get rid of her.

However, Chris
is not of age yet.

That's a long way off.

[ Sighs ]

And what are you going
to do now, kill me?

I understand
that Dr. Burkhardt
has been giving you...

prescriptions for your insomnia.

He seemed quite upset when
I told him I was the one
that had the insomnia,

worrying about
your strange behavior.

He'll be grieved,
the little doctor,

when he hears that you've been
hoarding your sedatives to...

take them all at once...

in a glass of orange juice.

Oh, A-Alan, you must
call the doctor right away!

- Not quite yet, my dear.
- No, listen to me. I--

I didn't drink
the juice you gave me.
You drank it.

- You're lying.
- No, no. I--

You're lying!
I am telling you the truth.
I-- I was afraid.

And when you were downstairs,
I put what was left in the
pitcher in a fresh glass and--

and poured the juice you gave me
back into the pitcher.

[ Breathing Heavily ]

[ Clicking Receiver ]
Hello. Hello, Operator--

Something is wrong
with the telephone.

The library.

[ Panting ]
The library.

[ Handset Settles
In Cradle ]

Margaret!

M-Margaret!

What is it?
What's happened?

She--
She poisoned me.

- No. It isn't true.
He tried to poison me.
- Get a doctor, quick.

I tried to call, but something
is wrong with the telephone.

Th-The library.
Th-The receiver's off
in the library.

H-Hurry!

Gotta keep awake.
I gotta keep moving.

Keep-- Huh? Oh, no.
You ju-- stay away from me.

[ Breathing Heavily ]

[ Woman ]
I'm sorry, sir, but
the line is busy.

It's been busy for the last
40 minutes. Are you sure there
isn't trouble on the line?

Oh. Did you get
the doctor? Doctor--
is he-- is he coming?

Everything will be
all right, Alan.
Karin--

- Isn't there something
more we can do?
- Get out.

Margaret.
You must believe me.
He wanted to kill me.

You took him away from me.
You tried to take Chris
away from me too.

But you won't have
either of them,
whatever happens.

Get out!
This is still my room.
Now get out!

Lie still, Alan.
I'm gonna be
all right, Margaret.

Something wrong, Mrs. Spender?

It's Mr. Spender. He's taken--
Make coffee, lots of it. Hurry.
Yes, ma'am.

[ Strains ]
I'm gonna be all right.

You remember, Alan--
after the accident
in the playhouse,

I told you that nothing was
to ever happen to Chris again.

[ Sputtering ]

N-Nothing did. I--

I gave him my word.

Your word. If only
I didn't know you so well.

If I hadn't kept Chris from
going with her in the car the
other day, he might be dead now.

I did it for us, Margaret.
It was so-- so we could be
together again, you know?

Like old times?
Old times.

Old--
And how long would it be before
you'd try again with Chris?

[ Scoffs ]
How long before
you'd finally kill him?

[ Door Opens ]
Mom.

Oh, darling.

I heard noises.
I woke up.

It was a dream, darling--
just a bad dream. Come on.
I'll tuck you in again.

Where's that doctor?
He... should've been here
a... long time ago.

He isn't coming.
Huh?

You left the receiver off
the hook, Alan. Remember?
The phone is dead.

No, Margaret--
Margaret--

Margaret, you-- you--
you take the car.
You get somebody.

You can't let me die.
How many times have you
let me die, Alan?

No. I'll make it up to you,
Margaret. I swear I will.
It's too late.

You're going to die, Alan,
and that way, at least
Chris will be safe.

No. It can't be!

Everything
I've w-worked for,

planned for--

[ Sobs ]

Alan!

[ Doorbell Ringing ]

I don't know how long it was
before I realized that
the doorbell was ringing.

Uh-huh.

And that was you,
Mr. Bennett?

Yes, Inspector. It was after
10:00 when I finally located
Callahan in Washington.

He said he'd never had any word
from our office on the Albertson
matter and dealt only with Alan.

So I called the house
to have a showdown with Alan.

Kept getting a busy signal.
The operator said the phone
was off the hook,

so I drove right over
and called the station.

By the time
your men got here,
Alan was dead.

Well, I'm going to have
to take that governess
downtown for questioning.

Why?
She didn't do anything.
That's just it.

She deliberately didn't call the
doctor. She admits it. Harold,
where's that governess, Miss--

Upstairs to put the boy to bed.
Kid couldn't hold his head up.
Why did you let her take him?

She didn't put him to bed.
She took him away! She told me
she'd never let me have him!

Cover the back stairs
and the garage.

Chris!

Oh, Marc, you see?
He's not here.

He's all right.
He's fast asleep.

[ Sobs ]

Yes, he's
all right now.

He didn't want to go
into his own room alone, so
I brought him in here with me.

He fell asleep
almost at once.

I'm going to have to
ask you to come down
to headquarters, miss.

I'm ready.
Margaret, I know you're not
to blame for what happened.

What do you think the charge
will be, Inspector?

That'll be up to
the district attorney.

Everything will be all right,
Margaret. I'll be your witness.

My conscience
will be my witness,
Mrs. Spender.

I'm sure the D.A.
will wanna talk to you too.
We'll be available anytime.

We'd better go.
Go?
But where?

I'm taking you
to my mother's place
for the time being.

I don't want you to spend
another night in this house.

Yes, Marc.

You don't have to apologize
to her anymore.
Do you think she'd understand?

She'd approve. I know.
She might even
approve of me.

Then all I can do
is to thank her
for everything.

Let's go.