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(dramatic music)

(whimsical music)

[Narrator] Summer nights
are pleasant in Caulfield.

They smell of heliotrope and jasmine,

honeysuckle and clover.

The breeze that stirs the
curtains is soft and gentle.

There's the hush, the stillness

of perfect peace and security.

Oh, yes, the summer nights
are pleasant in Caulfield.

But not for us.

Not for us.

The house we live in is so pleasant.

The lawn always seems freshly watered,

the beds of flowers so neat.

The dazzling whiteness
of the porch supports,

the satin finish of the rich,
old floors, the smell of wax.

This is a home, warm and
friendly as a home should be.

But not for us.

Not for us.

I love him and he loves me.

I know he does.

And yet I know just as surely

that someday he'll pack
his things and leave.

Though he won't want to.

But even if he doesn't leave...

I know it will be I who will walk out...
and never come back.

(solemn music)

We've fought this thing.

How bitterly we've fought it.

We've driven it away a thousand times,

and it comes back again in,
in a look, in a thought.

You believed our love
would be strong enough

to make us forget.

But we haven't.

This is a thing apart.

This is... murder.

- Wanna go out somewhere?
- It's a nice night.

If you think we should.

Come on, you can put him to bed.

He's asleep now.

(telephone ringing)

Yes? Yes.

Yes, I knew him.

We'll be here.

What?

The police.

Are they coming here now?

In a few minutes.

[Helen] Did they say?

Which one of us they want? No.

(soft melancholic music)

I'll put him to bed.

(suspenseful music)

(soft melancholic music)

Don't let him suffer for
the mistakes I've made.

I was wrong.

Terribly wrong in what I tried to do.

But I was desperate.

So desperate.

(poignant music)

(phone line ringing)

(coins clinking)

(sombre music)

(suitcase thuds)

(knuckles rapping)

Steve.

Steve.

Steve.
(knuckles rapping)

She's here again.

Steve, it's me, Helen.

(knuckles rapping)
Steve.

(doorknob rattles)

I know you're there, Steve.

Let me in, please.

Please, please let me in, please.

(sobbing) Oh, Steve, don't do this to me.

I came all the way here to find you.

I don't know anyone in New York.

I haven't anybody.

I have to see you.

Steve, I'm gonna stay here!

I'm gonna stay here!

Will you pipe down?

Show a little consideration for people

who stay up all night.

Things is tough enough

without having my sleep disturbed by you.

Now, scram!

(door thuds)

(Helen sobbing)

Steve, please.

Oh, Steve, please.

(suspenseful music)

(Helen gasps)

(melancholic music)

(melancholic music continues)

Don't ever try to
brush me off like that.

(gentle dramatic music)

(train rumbling)

(train horn shrieking)

[Passenger] Would you
take my seat, please?

Oh, no, thank you.

Go ahead, take my place for a while.

Come on, we want you to.

You can't stay out there
like that, come on.

We want you to.

(Helen sighs)

There you are.

Isn't that better, hm?

Thank you.

You look dead.

It's this awful train.

It's his fault we're on it.

It seems everybody wants to
go home for the 4th of July.

You wouldn't think a firecracker

could be that important, would you?

We had tickets on the
plane and everything,

and at the last moment
he wouldn't let me fly.

You know, for the same reason your husband

probably wouldn't let you fly.

And look where that bright
idea of his landed us, here.

Well, go some place, just
don't stand there hovering.

Well, if you're sure you're all right,

I guess I could go smoke a cigarette.

Smoke two.

Okay, boss.

See how henpecked I am?

He's nice, isn't he?

I mean, giving me his place.

Oh, he's tolerable.

He has his good points.

I could tell right
away, about you, I mean.

I am too.

It's that month.

- Eighth.
- Oh, wonderful.

Where's your husband? Are you meeting him?

- No.
- Oh, did you leave him

in New York?

No, I, I've lost him.

I'm sorry, I'm such a fool, I-

- [Helen] That's all right.

It's funny, you never think, do you?

No, you never do.

He's coming back. He didn't smoke.

We just got rid of you.

What are you doing-

- Special inside
information from the porter.

They're just opening the dining
car in a couple of minutes.

Come on, we'd better get underway.

There'll be a stampede in this mob.

[Patrice] Come on,
let's make a dash for it.

Oh, oh, no, thank you, I'm not hungry.

Besides, someone ought to
stay here and keep the places.

Oh, women are always hungry.

And we can use this for a place marker.

It's all right, he'll
look after everything.

Oh, no, it isn't that, it's just that I-

- You can't neglect
yourself now of all times.

I know, come on, we'll lose him.

(train rumbling)

[Passenger] This is a
holiday and I'm off my diet.

[Waiter] Prime ribs up
here are nice today, ma'am.

Here you are, sir.

Yes, sir, here you are.

No, ma'am, you don't
wanna be riding backwards.

Now, if you'd just sit over there,

and the ladies will sit here.

There you are. There you are.

[Waiter] Like to sit here, ma'am?

[Passenger] Yes.

Mm, pickles, good sour pickles.

Barrels of 'em.

[Helen] That sounds nice.

Uh, may I suggest soup, ladies?

Nice vegetable soup and
some breast of chicken?

I'll tell you what, waiter.

Suppose you just go ahead

and bring what you think
they ought to have.

Yes, sir.

He must be a family man.

(all laugh)

Well, now that we're
not strangers any longer,

I think you ought to know our names.

He's Harkness, Hugh, and
I'm Harkness, Patrice.

Harkness, that's a funny name, isn't it?

Ooh, I'm just trying you out for it.

I haven't decided yet whether
I'll let you keep it or not.

It's mine now.

I haven't decided whether
I'll let you keep it or not.

What's your name?

Ferguson. Helen Ferguson.

You've both been awfully kind to me.

(train horn whistling)

(doorknob rattling)

Oh, thought she'd never get out.

If anybody else wants to get
in, they'll just have to wait.

We're nearly the last
ones still awake anyway.

Here, have some.

Oh, you haven't anything
to rub off, have you?

Here, rub some of this on and
then you have that to rub off.

Go ahead, take out a gob.

I'm not sure what it does for you,

but it smells nice anyway.

I'm getting scared.

- About the baby?
- Uh-uh.

I'm meeting my in-laws.

Do you think they'll like me?

Suppose they don't.

Suppose they have me built-up
in their expectations

as somebody entirely different.

They don't even know what I look like.

Didn't you send them a picture?

I didn't have any except
my passport picture,

and I certainly wasn't
gonna send them that.

Go on, it feels good.

I guess they must be very well off.

I know they had to send us
the money for the trip home.

Hugh only had his salary

from one of those government agencies.

You know, one of those initial outfits.

I just had my scholarship.

My folks are all dead.

We were on a shoestring the whole time.

And don't let anyone tell
you how cheap Europe is.

We had an awful lot of fun though.

I think that's the only
time you do have fun.

It's when you're on a
shoestring, don't you?

Sometimes it's-

- Anyway, as soon as they found out
I was expecting, that did it.

They wouldn't hear of my
having the baby over there.

I didn't much want to either.

Here, hold this for me, will you?

I have a horror of losing it.

Slipped down the drain once

and they had to pull out the whole wall.

Oh, it's very beautiful.

It has our names
around it on the inside.

See? Isn't that cute?

That's one of the reasons
we're on a shoestring.

Here, put it on your finger,
it'll be safer that way.

Well, isn't that bad luck?

I mean, for me to put it on?

I couldn't have bad luck.

(train horn whistling)
(train rumbling)

(glass crashing)

(both screaming)

(objects crashing)

(dramatic music)

(sirens wailing)

(suspenseful music)

[Man] Come on, guys,
give us room to work.

[Bystander] Who is in that car?

Who is it?

(dramatic music)

Who is she?

(solemn music)

(siren wailing)
(dramatic music)

Get off her clothes.

Caesarean section. Use a local.

(sombre music)

(dramatic music)

Plasma.

(gentle music)

(gentle dramatic music)

Nurse, nurse, nurse! My baby!

My baby. Where's my baby?

Your baby's all right, dear.

No. No, it isn't, it's gone, it's gone.

No. No, it isn't, dear.

He's in an incubator.

He?

Incubator?

- Oh, is he?
- He's perfect.

(Helen sighs)

Now, just drink this.

A coddled egg, some custard,

a little milk every two hours.

If she keeps that down all right,

maybe in a week or so we
can let her see her baby.

Nurse.

(thunder rumbling)

(lightening crashing)

What's this doing here?

Why is this here?

[Nurse] Everyone who is ill has one.

It's just, but the name, it says.

Does the sight of your
own name frighten you?

Shh, now, don't talk anymore.

But you don't understand.

You have to tell me.

(thunder rumbling)

- [Nurse] Just a moment.
- I'll be right back.

Doctor.

Doctor.

Doctor, what happened to?

[Doctor] To whom?

There was, there was another
girl in the washroom with me.

Is she?

Did you know her very well?

[Helen] No.

You only just met her on the train?

On the train.

She died.

Oh.

Is there anyone else
you want to ask about?

- What happened to?
- To him?

What happened to him?

[Doctor] Your husband
died too, Mrs. Harkness.

Oh, no, that, no,
you're making a mistake.

- There, there.
- No, please.

Please, let me tell you. (sobbing)

Don't talk now.

- Oh, please, let me tell you.
- Later.

(sobbing) Oh, please, let me tell you.

She took it very well.

When she wakes up, show her
the things the family sent her.

If I've left the hospital
when they call today,

tell them she's doing nicely.

And a little dress,
with pink and blue ribbon.

You can run the blue through
the lace when you're stronger.

And a wee sweater.

Feel how soft.

And.

And a note.

(solemn music)

Shall I read it to you?

"Patrice, dear, you are all we have now,

"you and the little fellow.

"Our daughter and our
grandson, Hugh's legacy to us,

"though we have never seen you.

"Forgive me for not coming to you,

"but the shock of Hugh's
passing was too much for me.

My doctor-".

Though we've never seen you.

Though we've never seen you.

Though we've never seen you.

If... if my son,

if he weren't the Harkness' grandson,

would I be allowed to stay in this room?

We'd put you right
into one of the wards.

Why, are you trying to tell me

that he isn't their grandson?

(gentle melancholic music)

No. No, I'm not trying to tell you that.

(train rumbling)

(baby chortling)

It's too late.

It's too late.

It's too late.

It isn't too late.

I can still back out.

It isn't too late.

I can still back out.

It isn't too late.

I can still back out.

It isn't too late.

I can still back out!

(train horn shrieks)

(knuckles rapping)

Who's there?

[Conductor] Caulfield, ma'am.

No, wait, it can't be.

Sure enough is, ma'am.

[Helen] But so quickly.

It's always come between
Hastings and Clarendon.

It ain't never been no different

since I've been on this railroad.

(suspenseful music)

[Helen] I can't go through
with it, I can't, I can't.

(knuckles rapping)

[Conductor] Caulfield, ma'am.

No. No.

(dramatic music)

(melancholic music)

(knuckles rapping)

[Conductor] Hurry, ma'am.

You only have five minutes.

For you. For you.

(knuckles rapping)

(car horn honking)

Well, here we are.

Man's sakes, that train must
have been on time for once.

We're sure glad you're here.

Mrs. Harkness has been stewing

and fretting something terrible.

Oh, sure gonna seem like old times

having a baby round here.

I'll take him.

Father, you and Josie
take in the baggage.

Come, dear.

(gentle bright music)

Welcome home, Patrice.

You and the boy, I want
you to be very happy here.

Thank you.

Now, come, I'll show you to your room.

(gentle bright music continues)

I'll bet you thought I didn't
remember how to do this.

I guess people don't forget.

Thank you for letting me have my dinner

in my room last night.

Oh, pooh, I knew how you felt.

Now, young man, you stay right there

while Granny cleans up all this mess.

- I'll do it.
- No. (chuckles)

Humour me for a few days, will you, dear?

You go and get his bottle,
and tell Josie not too hot.

All right.

(gentle music)

[Bill] You're mine, my dear, mine, mine!

[Josie] If you scare me like that again,

then I'll hit you over the
head with my rolling pin.

Hello.

Well, you sure have changed
since the last time I saw you.

- When?
- In the hospital.

I'm Bill.

Sometimes called Willie,
sometimes called William.

[Grace] William, is that you?

See what I mean?

Hiya, Duchess.

When, what are you doing here?

We didn't expect you till Thursday.

Your wire from San Francisco said.

- You flew.
- That's right.

Smart kid, the duchess.

Oh, I'm sorry.

William, this is Patrice.

I know, I scared her so
she didn't know who I was.

This is my.

Heavens, the baby.

I left the baby on the bed.

[Helen] I'll go.

Hey, when am I gonna see my nephew?

Soon.

(gentle dramatic music)

I'll never get away with it.

Never. Never.

I didn't know he had a brother.

I don't know anything about him.

I don't know anything about anyone.

They'll find me out.

They're bound to.

Hugh, Hugh, what were you like?

I've got to know, I've got to.

(knuckles rapping)

Patrice, dear, it's Mother.

May I come in?

I have some things for you.

Oh, he's such a good baby.

You know, Hugh was
always full of the devil,

even when he was little.

What you said tonight

about wanting some pictures
of Hugh as a child.

Well, I've kept an awful lot of things.

Both boys.

Father says I'm sentimental,
but now I'm glad I was.

These all belonged to Hugh.

He used to write such
funny letters from college.

I can remember one.

Well, anyway, there they all are.

Keep what you want of them.

The boy might like them, when he's old.

Goodnight, dear.

(solemn music)

You were a nice guy, Hugh.

I'm glad I brought you here.

(baby chortling)
(gentle music)

Name this child.

Hugh Donald Harkness.

Hugh Donald, I baptise thee

in the name of the Father, and of the Son,

and of the Holy Ghost, amen.

[Helen] You have a name.

You have a name.

[Priest] We receive this child

into the congregation of Christ's flock

and do sign him with
the sign of the cross,

in token that hereafter,
he shall not be ashamed

to confess the faith of Christ crucified,

and, manfully, to fight under his banner.

[Grace] And Patrice was so worried

when the baby's hair started to fall out.

[Helen] Well, I didn't
know it was supposed to.

[Guest] I didn't either.

[Grace] Of course,
William was bald for months.

[Bill] Please, Duchess.

She's referring to the nude
study of me on the bearskin rug.

(all laugh)

The best pie you ever made, Grace.

It certainly is.

I wish I could cook.

Well, nonsense, I didn't
make that pie, Josie did.

Don't you let her tell
you them fibs, Mr. Donald.

She knows she ain't suppose-

- Isn't.
- Isn't supposed

to be messing around the hot stove.

Josie.

Oh, I can't do nothing with her, she-

- Josie, do I smell something burning?

No, ma'am, you don't.

With pumpkin as expensive as it is,

you're lucky to have any pie at all.

Okay, Duchess, next spring,

we'll put in the victory garden again.

Don't let anyone tell
you how cheap Europe is.

I used to think San
Francisco was expensive, but-

- San Francisco, dear?

I didn't know you ever lived there.

Hugh told us you were raised in, um.

Uh, were you born in
San Francisco, Patrice?

No.

How about some music?

I believe I am in the mood.

[Guest] So am I.

Something nice and sentimental.

Well, if we're all finished,

why not take our coffee in the other room?

Isn't it a pity it's so
old-fashioned to be sentimental?

I don't mind being sentimental today.

Play Hugh's song for me, will you?

[Donald] Hand tied behind my back.

[Guest] The same way you play golf, eh?

(men chattering)
(men laughing)

(slow piano music)

That's lovely.

I don't think I ever heard it before.

You should have.

William.

Don't worry, Patrice. We understand.

It's a wonder you remember anything

after what you've been through.

I shouldn't have asked
William to play that.

It was Hugh's favourite tune.

(suspenseful music)

You're all very kind.

So that's why they've never
questioned my mistakes.

(gentle bright piano music)

[Bill] Patrice!

- Hello, Bill.
- Hiya.

You buying up the town?

No, just picking up
some yarn for Mother.

I have a hunch it's gonna
wind up in a sweater.

Do you like blue?

Oh, I never wear anything else.

Come on, I'll walk with you.

What are you doing out of the office?

Someday you'll find out how smart I am.

I always manage to get in Dad's way

when he's looking for
somebody to do some legwork.

Smart, huh?

Oh, those are nice.

Aha. What are they?

Oh, you know darn well what they are.

Don't be so superior. Mm.

Is this what they call window-shopping?

Mm-hm, this is what is
called window-shopping.

Fun. You don't get
anywhere, but you see a lot.

(Helen laughs)

Hey, there's an idea.

I've been wondering what to get for Dad.

Come on in and help me pick one out.

Oh, I don't know anything about pens.

Oh, come on, I have no sales
resistance when I'm alone.

Patrice, how do you like
the way this one writes?

(suspenseful music)

Here, let me try it again.

I'm not completely sold on that.

Let me take a look at this one over here.

Yes, that'll do.

Charge it and send it over to my office.

Certainly, Mr. Harkness.

Shall I gift wrap it?

No, don't bother.

Well, maybe you'd better at that.

Come on, Patrice.

How do you do?

Can I show you something?

Cigarette lighters.

Gold.

I ran into Patrice downtown today.

Yeah?

Yeah.

- Something funny happened.
- What?

You know that sweet child
went all the way to Bloomers

to pick up some yarn for me today?

I'm making her a sweater for Christmas.

Do you think she'll like blue?

You like her, don't you, Duchess?

I just hope when you marry,

you'll bring home somebody half as nice.

Why, the way Patrice is
taking hold, she'll know

how to run this house better
than I do in another month.

Just you do as well as your
brother did, and I'll be happy.

Oh, Josie, I'll take that up.

You shouldn't be climbing
them stairs too much.

You're getting too old.

(chuckles) She's three
years older than I am.

It's too hot.

It'll be cold by the time
you get up there with it.

You were gonna tell me
something that happened today.

Oh, was I?

I guess I must have forgotten what it was.

You're getting as bad as your mother.

Yeah, I guess I am.

And Santa Claus will
come down the chimney

with presents for everybody.

And in the morning when you wake up,

there'll be a great big Christmas tree.

Do you know something?

This will be your mother's
first Christmas like that too.

Come on, let's say good
night to Grandma and Grandpa.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Come in, Patrice, we were
just going to call you.

Sit down. This is
something that concerns you.

That cover it all right?

That's the way you want it, Willie?

Yes, as long as you're sure
there can't be any hitch.

Listen, you young squirt.

When there's a hitch in any
legal document that I draw up,

your father can get a new lawyer.

That'd be a little late, wouldn't it?

- Now listen, you-
- Now, now, now, you two.

That baby has to get some sleep.

[Donald] All right,
ready for me to sign?

Shouldn't you tell
Patrice about it first?

Well, you see, Patrice, this.

Donald's changing the
provisions of his will

by adding a codicil.

In the original will, after
Grace was provided for,

there was a division of the residue made

between Bill and your late husband.

We're altering that by
making it 1/4 to Bill

and 3/4 to you.

Now, don't look that way about it.

You're not doing anyone out of anything.

Willie will have the business.

No. No, don't put my name in it.

I don't want my name in it.

I don't want any money.

Oh, Dad, won't you listen to me?

It's on Hugh's account, dear.

Don't you understand?

We all feel bad about Hugh, Grace,

but Patrice has to go on living.

She has a child to think of.

These things shouldn't be
postponed because of sentiment.

They have to be taken
care of at the right time.

No. Please, no.

Sign it, Dad.

I want you to.

(knuckles rapping)

He signed it after you left.

Ty took it back with him.

It's done, Patrice, whether
you wanted it or not.

I just wanted you to know

that I'm glad you acted the way you did.

Wanna shake hands good night?

Goodnight.

(bells ringing)

[Woman] Happy New Year!

[Helen] Come and listen, it's wonderful.

(crowd singing muffled)

- Can you hear it?
- Yes.

Happy New Year, Patrice.

Thank you, and you.

We should thank you, dear.

♪ For auld lang syne ♪

Happy New Year, Bill.

♪ For auld lang syne ♪

Happy New Year, Patrice.

♪ We'll take a cup o' kindness yet ♪

♪ For auld ♪

[Grace] Donald, it's
too cold for you out here.

Go inside before you get pneumonia.

[Donald] I'll never get pneumonia.

[Grace] You'll get worse than pneumonia

if you don't stop being so thickheaded.

(romantic music)

I guess you know how I feel.

Bill, please, not now.

Why not now?

You don't think I like it, do you?

I've been fighting it for weeks.

I guess I've never really
been in love before.

Oh, no, don't say it.

Don't you understand? I have to say it.

If you're worrying about
what people will think,

that you were Hugh's wife, well, don't.

I don't. Not anymore.

I love you.

Is that so terrible?

No. No, it's beautiful.

You're so good and so kind.

You deserve the best there is. I-

- I think I have the best there is.

Give me a little more time.

All right, I won't rush you.

That's not what I'm afraid of.

(romantic music continues)

That's all of 'em.

Give a yell when you want
the lights to come down.

I'll be in the library with Dad.

Don't strain yourself, Duchess.

This is an old one, isn't it?

Oh. That was on our
first Christmas tree.

William was six months old.

Huey wasn't even born yet.

I blame Dad and myself for
not making more over William.

Huey was the impetuous one.

If there was a fence to go
over, William climbed it.

Huey jumped over it.

He was always the one
with the skinned knees.

I think that's why I made over him more.

I think William's going to make some woman

a wonderful husband, don't you?

Yes, he will.

(doorbell ringing)

Let one of the men go.

[Bill] I'll get it, Josie.

Merry Christmas.

Lots of girls have set
their caps for William.

You wouldn't think so,
he goes out so seldom.

[Bill] It's for you, Patrice.

Thank you.

Last year, a girl named Peggy Crandall

was bound and determined to marry him.

Really, I was so amused.

She even started to make over me.

Now, wasn't that silly?

I do think that was pretty.

(ornaments clattering)

Patrice.

(dramatic music)

Patrice, what is it?

[Helen] Oh, I, I got a little dizzy.

It's nothing to worry about.

Oh, you scared me.

I'm sorry about the ornaments.

I better take a look at
the baby. I'll call Bill.

(soft suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music)

"Who are you? Where did you come from?

"What are you doing there?"

(Helen sobbing)

(dramatic music)

What are you doing there?
What are you doing there?

What are you doing there?

Only thing for you. Just for you.

(dramatic music continues)

I'll be right back.

[Bill] What brought it on?

Some shock.

Her heart's always been weak.

Even before you and Hugh were born.

I never realised.

[Doctor] She didn't want you to.

[Bill] How bad is it, doc?

[Doctor] Things like that don't improve

as we get on in years.

I thought that that baby
pulled her through last time.

Maybe it will again.

But no excitement.

No stress of any kind. Understand?

So don't tell her or let her know

that you found out how serious it is.

[Bill] Okay.

[Doctor] Let her think
it's her secret and mine.

She'll be happier that way.

I'll try and have a nurse
here in the morning.

[Helen] Bill, why didn't you call me?

There's nothing you can do, Patrice.

Where's Dad?

With Mother.

Come on, help me get him to bed.

Dad, please go to bed.

I'll stay with her.

I'm all right.

Please, darling.

I'll call you if she needs you.

Come on, Dad. Tom says she's all right.

(paper rustles)

(train horn whistling)

(Donald chuckles)

[Bill] "To Mother from the four of us."

Here she comes.

[Grace] Really, Pat, I can walk.

Not up and down the stairs.

There, you did it perfectly.

Oh, thanks to you, dear.

I don't know what I'd do without you.

You, uh, sure you should
have tried this, Grace?

I should have tried it a week ago.

Oh, for me?

Oh, aren't they pretty.

[Josie] Now, come on, don't stand there.

Your legs are too wobbly.

Josie, the way you carry on.

Anybody'd think I'd been really sick.

No, I don't need this.

Don't argue with me.

(doorbell ringing)

Oh, that child's wearing herself out,

racing me to the door every time it rings.

Answering the telephone
every time there's a call.

Mrs. Patrice Harkness?

- Yes.
- Telegram.

Sign here.

[Grace] Patrice, what is it?

- Bill.
- Well, will you?

- No.
- It's high time

you got out of this house
and started going round.

I can't, the baby.

Josie will take care of him.

Well, I haven't anything to wear.

That little white dress will do nicely.

William will buy you a big
orchid and that'll fix it up.

Now, run along, skedaddle, shoo.

Your father and I want
to be alone for a change.

Thanks, Duchess.

- Jack?
- How do you do?

Harry. John.

My sister-in-law, Patrice.

How do you do?

I'll never remember all your names.

You won't want to
when you know us better.

You come sit down.

We've all been so anxious to meet you.

Yeah, sit down.

- Sit here, won't you?
- Thank you.

Uh, Jack, uh, go find the
waiter and buy them a drink.

- Oh, oh, sure.
- Here, Mrs. Harkness, take this one.

I think it's Mary's, but she's had enough.

Oh, no, thanks.

No, go right ahead.

I'll find that darn waiter soon.

- Henry?
- You like golf?

[Jack] Henry?

[Man] We've got a nice course here.

I'm sorry, I don't
know anything about it.

I'll teach you come spring.

Take my advice and don't do it.

How about coming to lunch next week?

Oh, I'd love to, only
Mother hasn't been well.

And the baby-
Bring him along.

I've got two.

And besides, I can
probably bribe the nurse

to stay an extra week.

She's got her eye on a new hat of mine.

Are you girls free Wednesday?

[Woman] I can make it Wednesday.

(Bill clears throat)

[Woman] Why don't you come to my house?

Shall we dance?

Hadn't you better ask one of the others?

I'd like to dance with you.

(upbeat music)

- What dime?
- 12:30?

[Woman] Anybody wearing a hat?

They're nice.

You better like 'em.

You don't see a lot of 'em.

Can I cut in on this one?

(upbeat music continues)

Morley's the name. Stephen Morley.

Mr. Morley, Mrs. Harkness.

May I?

We've met before, haven't we?

Who did you say you are?

Too warm for you?

My fault, I'm afraid.

The porch, outside.

No, I can't. You don't understand.

I think I do.

I understand you and you understand me.

Better than any two people in this room.

Come on.

What are you doing here?

Well, for that matter,

what are you doing here yourself, Helen?

[Helen] Steve, please.

Oh, I beg your pardon.

What did he say your name is?

Oh, yes, Mrs.

Mrs. Harkness.

Funny, I always thought your
name was Helen Ferguson.

What do you want?

Can't a man show a little
interest in his child?

He's not your child. Not anymore.

Once he might have been,
but you lost that chance.

Now he's all mine.

There's no way I'm making
father's acts, you know.

You're insane.

- We haven't finished yet.
- I think we have.

The decision is mine.

(crowd applauding)

A few things you ought to get straight.

For instance, Hugh Harkness married

a certain Patrice Willis in
Paris a year ago, June 15th.

But you were living in
a flat in San Francisco,

June 15th, a year ago.

I know because I was, shall I
say, around most of the time.

Just to be sure I was
straight on my dates,

I went back out there.

The manager remembered me. Very well.

She even gave me copies
of your rent receipts.

Better hold on to something,

you don't seem very steady on your feet.

I wouldn't like to have
to carry you inside

in front of all those people.

- What do you want from me?
- Nothing.

I don't want you to do a thing.

Just keep on the way you have been.

- Then why did you come here?
- Curiosity.

When I read about the wreck,
I went down to identify you.

Only you weren't there. Someone else was.

I identified that someone as you.

Then I went to work to find
out what happened to you.

And who was taking your
place in the morgue.

And to find out what
there was in it for you.

You haven't changed any.

No, but you have,
haven't you? Quite a bit.

Steve, answer me.

- What do you want?
- I don't know yet.

Of course, if you care to do me a favour,

all this investigating has
been kind of expensive.

That's blackmail.

(chuckles) You always
did overdramatize things.

Let's say, you're just
taking out insurance.

I haven't any money.

Not the kind you want.

- No?
- No.

But your adopted family has.

Do you think I'd ask
them for money for you?

You don't ask.

You're a woman, aren't you? Use your head.

No. No, I won't do it.

The kid would have a pretty rough time

if I had to take care of him.

Better think it over.

Where can I get in touch with you?

Seneca 382. Is that right?

Thanks for letting me cut in.

(gentle upbeat music)

You'll be hearing from me, Mrs. Harkness.

There now. That, oh. (laughs)

Uh-huh, now, let Granny clean you up.

Ooh, he's a mess. (clicks tongue)

Oh, let Josie do that.

If you could see your
colour next to this child's.

(telephone ringing)

If that's Cora Johnston tell
her I'm fine and hang up.

She'll talk your arm off.

- Hello?
- Hiya, sweetheart.

Oh, good morning.

Glad you think so.

- It's Harriett Olson.
- I met her last night.

How nice of her to call.

Give her my love.

(baby cooing)

I gather you're not alone.

I also gather you haven't done anything

about that little financial
matter I mentioned last night.

No, I haven't, there
hasn't been a minute.

Well, look if you have any
screwy idea I was kidding,

you'd better get it
out of your mind quick.

Yes, I will.

It was a lovely party, wasn't it?

Now, cut the stalling
and get me some dough.

I wanna get out of this whistle stop.

There's a train at 7:30 tonight.

I'll try.

But I don't know how.

There are so many things-

- If you're worrying about the baby,

Josie's perfectly capable
of taking care of him.

So you run along and do whatever
it is she wants you to do.

Very well.

- Yes.
- 7:15.

I'll be in the waiting room.

But if you don't show up,
I don't take the train.

Is that clear, Mrs. Harkness?

Yes. Bye.

No, no, no, young man, you'll fall off.

Then you'll be just like
Humpty Dumpty, all smashed up.

And all the king's horses
and all the king's men

wouldn't be able to
put you together again.

Then what would poor Granny do, hm?

You'll like Harriett, she's nice.

Yes, she seemed very nice.

She had on such a pretty dress
last night and I admired it.

She wanted me to meet her salesgirl.

She says she's very clever.

Well, you should, you
need some new clothes.

Well, I haven't, uh.

You see, I don't like to
use your charge accounts.

That is, not without your permission.

Pat, you mean to say
Father hasn't opened

a bank account for you?

[Helen] Well, I hated to mention it.

Oh, bring me that phone.

Honestly, men can be

the most thoughtless creatures sometimes.

Oh, Pat, dear, I'm so sorry.

You must have felt like a charity patient.

You, you go and get your things on,

and I'll, I'll tell Donald
to meet you at the bank.

Then you can go out and
buy whatever you want.

Miss Goodness, this is Mrs. Harkness.

Oh, I'm much better, thank you.

May I speak to my husband?

(train horn whistling)

Cutting it kind of short, aren't you?

I couldn't leave until
the baby was asleep.

Here.

February 15th, if you're
trying to remember the date.

I wish I could forget it.

Make it for 500.

- 500?
- Yeah.

Surprised it isn't more?

Knowing you? Yes.

(train rumbling)

You forgot the name.

It's Stephen Morley.

- No, I can't do that.
- Why not? It's my name.

Not one I picked up, Patrice.

But both our names are on it and-

- It'll be evidence that I blackmailed you

when it clears the bank?

I'm not worried. I'll be
a thousand miles away.

Come on, or do you want
me to miss the train?

[Conductor] All aboard.

- Board!
- Better hurry.

Thanks.

It's all I wanted.

You taking this train, mister?

No.

Steve, you promised. You said-

- You didn't really think I
was interested in $500, did ya?

Oh, Steve, please,

I'll give you everything
they've given me, $5,000.

I don't wanna be given anything.

I want it to belong to me legally.

- Stop talking riddles.
- I can't stand this.

It's no riddle.

The old lady's life is hanging by a thread

and the old man won't last any time after.

Old people, I know the type.

When they die, you hit the jackpot.

And since the law gives
the husband one-third

of his wife's property, you
and I are gonna be married.

- Married?
- Yeah, married.

We're going across the
state line right now.

I got it fixed with a
justice of the peace.

I wouldn't marry you.

Why, I thought that's
what you always wanted.

The time is past for
that and you know it.

Suit yourself.

What are you doing with that check?

San Francisco rent receipts.

Copy of a Paris wedding
licence and a check for $500.

The old man's not dumb.
He'll figure it out.

Even you wouldn't dare.

Wouldn't I?

Steve. No, Steve.

No, you'll kill them, do you
hear me? You'll kill them.

They worship your son, they
think he's their grandchild.

Right or wrong, they think
he's their grandchild.

You'll kill them, Steve, you'll kill them.

They're gonna die some time.

Now, let's stop the stalling.

You gonna marry me or
do I mail this letter?

I'll marry.

(car tyres screech)

Looks like they've gone to bed.

(doorbell ringing)

(knuckles rapping)

(doorbell ringing)

[Helen] I couldn't get
away, he'd follow me.

He'll never let go of me.

Never.

Never.

Never.

[Woman] Pa and me was locking
up the back of the house.

[Stephen] Sorry, we were delayed.

We'll be right in.

(dramatic music)

(footsteps tapping)

Come on, Helen.

I can't do it.

[Stephen] We've been all over this.

I, I can't do it.

Let me clear up one thing for you.

I don't want you.

I just want what
eventually comes with you.

I'm dumping you on the
steps of your loving family

as soon as this is over,
but you're gonna marry me

and it's gonna be a marriage that sticks.

It's gonna stick to the bitter end.

I can't do it.

Look, I'm not gonna drag you in there.

You're gonna walk.

If you don't, I'm going in
and call the Harkness house

and tell them the whole story.

They can have you after
that, if they still want you.

- I-
- Take a good look at me.

Do I look like I'm kidding?

(car door thuds)

May I use your phone for a minute?

I wanna get Caulfield, Illinois.

The number is Seneca 382.

I'll hold it.

(telephone ringing)

Steve, don't.

Oh, Steve, please.

I'll give you everything I get.

I'll sign an agreement
giving you everything I get.

Only don't make me do this. Please.

Please, don't make me do this.

How do you think I'll explain
a thing like that, you fool.

People don't give away that
kind of jack without a reason.

Operator. Operator.

No! (crying)

All right. (sobbing)

Hello, hello? Operator.

Operator, I've been cut off.

William. William!

What's the matter, Mother?

William, something's
happened to Patrice.

When? Where?

I don't know.

Just now I heard her on the phone.

She was pleading with some man.

Now, take it easy, darling.

Tell me exactly what you heard.

Dad, come on! We need you.

And then the man, Steve was his name.

Yes, that's it. She called him Steve.

Steve?

She doesn't know anybody named Steve here.

Yes, she does.

The guy at the club last night.

Steve. Steve Morley.

Do you, Stephen Morley, take this woman

as your lawfully wedded wife?

To live together.

Take it easy, Mother.

We'll find out where it came from.

Operator. Operator.

Oh, we've got to help her, William.

She sounded so desperate.

We will, Mother, we've gotta find.

Hello, operator? This is Seneca 382.

I was disconnected from
a long distance call.

Do you, Patrice Harkness, take this man

as your lawfully wedded husband?

To live together in
the state of matrimony.

[Helen] It won't stop here.

It won't stop here.

He won't leave us alone.

He'll never leave us alone.

He'll want more, more, more, more...

[A.].] As long as you both shall live?

[Helen] As long as you both shall live.

As long as you both shall live.

[A.].] I said, do you take this man

to be your lawfully wedded husband?

(soft dramatic music)

As long as.

I will.

[A.].] Will you give this ring

as a symbol of your affections,
sincerity and fidelity?

[Stephen] I will.

[A.].] Will you receive this ring

and wear it as a symbol of your affection,

sincerity and fidelity?

Yes.

Well, can't you cut in, operator?

It's busy.

I know all that, operator,
but this is urgent.

(dramatic music)

For as you both have
consented in wedlock

and have acknowledged
it before this company.

Will you give me that again?

413 Elm Street.

Yeah, yeah, I'd appreciate it, thanks.

I hate to leave you alone, Mother.

You sure you'll be all right?

Of course, I will.

Father and Josie will be
home soon, only hurry.

The operator'll call back
if they get the phone fixed.

Where do you live?

Look, don't get any funny ideas.

This wedding stopped

when that bird said we were man and wife.

I've got to know how to find
you in case anything happens.

- Nothing's gonna go wrong.
- If it should.

Right now, in my office, 1401 North 8th.

But I'm moving in the morning.

Since I've married money,

I'm gonna get myself a place with class.

Some place out in your
neighbourhood, for instance,

where I can keep an eye on the kid.

(ominous music)

(car tyres screeching)

(dramatic music)

(car engine revving)

Goodnight, Mrs. Morley.

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(dramatic music)

Information?

You have a Stephen Morley listed?

No, I don't know the address.

(car horn honks )

(suspenseful music)

Patrice.

Patrice. Patrice.

Drive down North 8th.

Kinda deserted down
there this time of night.

(dramatic music)

(sombre music)

(dramatic music)

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

(jaunty music)

(knuckles rapping)

(jaunty music continues)

Steve.

(jaunty music continues)

Get up, Steve.

Get up, I don't wanna kill you lying down.

(gun bangs)

[Announcer] This is Radio Station WXYR,

Caulfield, Illinois,
concluding another 18 hours

of broadcasting activity.

This Johnny.

(knuckles rapping)

[Bill] Steve.

- No.
- Let me in.

- No.
- Let me in. Do you hear me?

No, no, Bill, don't come in.

What are you doing here? Answer me.

Bill, why did you come?

Trying to get you out
of whatever this mess is.

Answer me. Why are you here?

He's dead.

I was gonna kill him, but somebody else-

Oh, Bill, you, you didn't.

Listen to me, you little fool.

It doesn't matter who
killed him right now.

Has he anything of yours?

Anything that connects you with him?

Well a check,
I gave him a check tonight for $500.

What'd he do with it?

He put it in an envelope
to mail to your father.

- Did he?
- No.

No, I married him.

That was his price, Bill.

Have you got the wedding licence?

No, he has it. He kept it after.

Anything else? Think, think hard.

Well, a little black book.

It has our phone number in it, that's all.

You're sure? Letters?

- No.
- Did you ever write to him?

No. No, never.

Pull yourself together.

We've gotta get out of here quick.

Get home the best way you can.

I have to keep the car.

What are you going to do?

Clean up this mess and get rid of him.

No, Bill, they'll catch you.

Patrice, get this through your head.

I've gotta keep your name out of this.

If he's found here, the
whole thing will come out.

If he's found far away,

they may never connect him with this room.

He's a stranger here,
there's nobody to inquire

if he suddenly-
Yes, but if they should,

if they find-
It's a chance

we've gotta take.

Now, shut up and get out
before somebody comes.

No, Bill, no.

I'll do anything you want,
but I won't leave you alone.

All right, here.

I haven't time to argue.

Get the car, it's around the corner.

When you see me come out,
bring it up to the door.

But if you see or hear
anybody, keep going.

(car engine rumbles)

(footsteps scraping)

(car trunk creaks)

The door, open the door.

Get in back, I'll drive.

I told you to go home.

I'm sorry. I'll be
all right in a minute.

Take it easy.

We've been lucky so far.

Did you find the letter?

Yeah, everything but the check.

It's gone.

We'll worry about it when the time comes.

There's only one bullet hole in him.

I didn't kill him, Bill.

He was dead, I know he was.

He was staring at me and I
suddenly realised he was dead,

but I couldn't stop.

I fired the gun and he
just kept staring at me.

His expression never changed.

I, you've got to believe me, Bill.

You've got to believe me.

It doesn't matter, Pat.

Not to me.

(train rumbling)

What is it?

Listen. Hear it?

Stay here. If anybody comes,
duck down in the bottom.

It's a slow freight. Outbound.

I think they're empties
and it's coming at a crawl.

No initials.

- Do you want me to?
- No.

Just watch for anybody coming.

Bill.

Get down.

(car tyres screech)

[Dispatcher] Unit 4,
322 South Oak Street.

Unit 4, 322 South Oak Street.

See the woman about a prowler.

Unit 2, First and Main.

Unit 2, at One and Main,
investigate a disturbance.

It's not in the five column.

That's stolen, I guess.

Better call out a reg,
and I'll take a look.

Unit 3, calling headquarters, come in.

[Dispatcher] Go ahead unit 3.

Hold it, attention all units.

Officer needs help.

Shooting at 3rd and Washington.

Come on. We got a hot one.

[Dispatcher] Attention all units.

Officer needs help.

Shooting at 3rd and Washington.

(car engine rumbling)

They've gone.

(train horn whistling)
(train rumbling)

(dramatic music)

He stayed on.

Caught on the catwalk or whatever it is.

But his head didn't, it came off.

Oh.

Bill?

Yes, Patrice?

You know, don't you?

That you're not Patrice.

That you're not Hugh's wife?

I think I've known that
almost from the beginning.

And you never said anything.

I was afraid I'd lose you.

That you'd walk out.

Oh, Bill. (crying)

Listen, Patrice.

Don't call me that.

Every time you call me that, it's a lie.

- No, it isn't.
- It is. It is.

I'm not Patrice, I'm an imposter.

A low-
Listen to me.

I don't care who you were
and what you've done.

I love you. Don't you understand?

I love you, not a name.

No, you can't.

- Not when you know.
- I don't wanna know.

I don't care.

As far as I'm concerned, you
were born the day I met you.

What happened before that doesn't exist.

The name of the girl I love is Patrice.

She has no other name.

Oh, my darling, can't you see?

The things I've done. Steve.

The things you did for me tonight.

No matter how much you love me,

no matter how much I love you,

it will always be there, like a...

like a sword hanging
over us ready to drop.

We'd never forget. (crying)

We've got to.

(Josie crying)

(melancholic music)

(melancholic music continues)

Mother.

She's gone, Bill.

God forgive me.

(dramatic music)

(solemn music)

(knuckles rapping)

Yes?

I heard you and Mr. William talking.

The police are coming now?

[Helen] Yes.

For three months I've
been watching and waiting.

I wasn't to give you
this unless they came.

What is it?

Mrs. Harkness wrote
it the night she died.

When I got home from my sister's,

I went up to see if there's
anything she would be wanting.

She was lying on the floor
with her hat and coat on.

I wanted to get her to bed,

but she insisted upon
writing that letter first.

Made me swear on the Bible
I'd let nothing happen to it.

Then she sort of crumpled up.

(suspenseful music)

Bill. Oh, Bill.

- Bill.
- Pat, what is it?

[Grace] I, Grace Bennett Harkness,

knowing I'm about to die,

wish to make the following confession.

That on the night of February
15th, of this year, 1949,

I shot and killed Stephen Morley.

She couldn't have.

[Grace] I cannot condone
or justify this crime.

For those who doubt my ability
to carry out this deed,

I can only answer that one
calls upon great resources

of strength when the happiness

of those one loves is in jeopardy.

- Where did you get this?
- Josie.

Your mother told her to
give it to me if the poli-

Oh, Bill, she didn't do it.

She couldn't have.

She's only trying to protect us.

(footsteps tapping)

(doorbell ringing)

What are you going to do?

Give it to them.

That's what she wanted.

- No. No.
- I've got to.

It's our only chance.

Do you think I'll let you do that

to the woman who took me in?

Gave me a home?

To the only real mother I ever had?

(doorbell rings)

Patrice, I loved my mother.

I loved her as much as any
man can love his mother.

But when I married you, I
said, "Forsaking all others."

And I meant it.

(knuckles rapping)

Bill, please, don't give it to them.

- Mr. Harkness?
- Yes?

[Officer] I'd like to
speak to Mrs. Harkness.

[Bill] Come in.

Mrs. Patrice Harkness.

[Helen] I'm Patrice Harkness.

You recognise this check?

[Helen] Yes.

Would you mind telling
us what it was for?

He was hounding her to
collect a debt of my brother's.

She paid it. Why?

Steve Morley was found
murdered three months ago

on a railroad ditch about
200 miles from here.

We had a hard time finding
out who he was at first,

but he finally connected up
with a room over on 8th Street.

The landlord identified him.

We'd about given up when
this check turned up

and broke the case, Mrs. Harkness.

She had nothing to
do with his death. My-

- He's wrong. I did kill Stephen Morley.

- Pat.
- I went to his room.

He was lying on the bed, I, I shot him.

I see.

You speak to him first?

I told him to get up.

[Officer] Did he answer you?

No, he just stared at me.

Well, that clears up

a couple of things we've
been puzzling about.

What kind of a gun did you use?

A .38.

We found a bullet from
a .38 in the mattress,

but Morley was killed by a .32.

We got the gun.

Raided a gambling joint
and found this check

and a .32 on one of the shills.

Finally broke down and
made a full confession.

Out in the car now.

Come down to the DA's office
tomorrow morning 10 o'clock.

Both of you.

You can make full statements
of your part in this case then.

In the meantime, don't try to leave town.

Goodnight.

Oh, Bill. Bill!

You know, from what we've
dug up about this Morley,

he must have made a lot
of people wanna Kill him.

He was quite a guy.

He was a skunk.

You ought to know, sister.

You killed him.

(car door thuds)
(car engine rumbles)

[Helen] The house we
live in is so beautiful.

What stood between us is gone now.

Whatever comes, we can face together.

(triumphant music)

(dramatic music)