A Summer Place Page #4

and the gossips.

How would that do?

I wonder if a small prayer

would do any good.

A prayer composed

of complete confusion, like:

"Dear God, I don't know what to do."

Why don't you let your lover

share in the decision?

I'd decided not to come.

I couldn't help myself.

- Will she miss you?

- No. We don't sleep together.

How about Bart?

He drinks himself

into a very sound sleep.

We must be pretty funny,

with our strained faces...

...and our guilts and...

We have to make choices, Sylvia.

Do you want to get a divorce?

Or do we meet like this when we can?

Which is your choice?

A divorce, if I can have Johnny.

Same here, if I can have Molly.

Would Helen let you have her?

No.

I'm perfectly willing to come to you

whenever you want me.

- All summer?

- All summer.

What about the winter?

All the winters, all of our lives?

I'm not as pretty anymore.

I'm sorry for that.

I love you too much to speak.

We're just not used to

acting like thieves in the night.

I'm tired of whispering.

I want to shout and talk out loud...

...and tell the whole world.

They'll know if we don't get back

to our rooms before daybreak.

Mama. Mama.

Wait a minute, Randy.

- Mama.

- No sense killing yourself to say goodbye.

I'm just going to the mainland drugstore.

Your father will be back from Boston

on Monday.

Sir, may I have permission to take Molly

on a sailing picnic around the island?

- Just the two of you?

- His boat only holds two, Mother.

In my day, it was simply not proper...

...to take off all day in a boat alone

without a chaperon.

Now, Helen, it's no longer your day,

it's their day.

Permission granted.

Now, mind you, I'll be back by 5.

You be home by then.

You don't seem to realize

that they're old enough...

Old enough to get into

all kinds of trouble.

The old-timers say Captain Kidd

named this island we're sailing to.

- What'd he call it?

- Dead Man's Eye.

- Only in Early English, "eye" means "islet."

- Well, I'm glad to hear that.

Wouldn't it be horrible to stumble over

a petrified eyeball?

- Hello?

- Hello, Mother. Helen, calling from Maine.

Brace yourself for a shock.

What I wrote you that I suspected

is true.

- Does Ken know you know?

- Not yet.

How did you find out?

- A night watchman saw them.

- What were they doing?

- Can't you guess?

- But did he catch them at it?

Well, no, but isn't it enough

that they've been meeting there until dawn?

No. Now, listen carefully, Helen.

I've already talked to the lawyer,

and he says we've got to be very careful.

If it appeared

that you wanted the divorce...

...he wouldn't give us half as much,

not even a third.

Well, Ken has never been

bad about money.

Why can't I just tell him I know?

He won't deny it.

- Isn't that as good as catching him?

- But suppose he denies it.

The lawyer says men are funny

about this kind of thing.

Besides, if you give him any warning,

he might be that much harder to catch.

I guess you're right.

And the lawyer says

if you want to avoid a nasty countersuit...

...you had better stop

this separate-room business.

You wouldn't get anything from him.

And if Molly decided she wanted to stay

with him, the judge might even let her.

No. I'll do anything to prevent that.

Well, there's a great deal

at stake here, dear.

If we could prove

that you had at least been willing...

But, of course, if you could catch them,

and had a witness...

...none of that would have to come up.

He wouldn't stand a chance.

We've got to catch them.

- How?

- Can't you hire a witness?

- Maybe. The night watchman.

- Sure.

Hire him and pay him well.

The better you pay him,

the more he'll see.

All right, Mother, thanks.

You've been a big help and an angel.

The minute you catch them at it,

you call me.

I will.

- Goodbye, dear.

- Goodbye.

Johnny, I'm scared.

Look on the chart for Dark Passage.

It's a shortcut.

Isn't that it dead ahead?

- I think so.

- See how many fathoms are inside her.

Four, and no submerged rocks.

- You game to try it?

- Okay.

- We're in trouble, Johnny.

- I know, but it's too late to turn back.

We're not gonna make it, Molly.

Johnny, there are rocks ahead!

When we hit, hang on.

Climb out!

Heave!

Heave! Go!

Hang on!

The Coast Guard always responds

to this emergency signal.

They'll come out and start the search.

I captured these night glasses

from the Japanese in the Pacific.

I had my own ship, a tin can.

Ken would want to know, I think.

Do you know where he's staying

in Boston, Helen?

No. Do you?

Coast Guard's coming.

- Are you all right?

- Yes.

Stand clear.

- Easy. Steady now.

- Are you freezing? Here.

Take my hand.

- Come on.

- Thank you.

- Glad to help.

- Where's Mama?

It's all right, Mrs. Jorgenson. Don't worry.

They're safe and sound.

Let me explain to her myself.

What have you got to say for yourself?

We capsized and spent the night

on the beach.

I imagined as much. Come with me.

Here she is, doctor.

This is Dr. Matthias.

I sent for him from the mainland.

Take off every stitch you've got on

and let him examine you.

But we haven't done anything wrong,

Mama. We slept all night.

I'm not asking you for the truth

because I know you'd lie.

So I'm having him examine you completely

and make his own report.

- No.

- You have disgraced me enough.

- Now, do as I say! Do as I say!

- No! No!

You leave me alone with your child.

You're being of less than no help.

Oh, please, I want my father.

I want my father.

Oh, please, no. Oh, please, no.

I want my father!

Oh, please, I want my father.

I haven't done anything wrong.

I've been a good girl.

I haven't done anything wrong!

Please, I want my father. No! No!

No! I have been a good girl! No! No!

Molly's mother seems quite upset.

You can tell me, son.

We men can talk about things like that.

Like what?

Like what you two did on the island

all night.

She's a pretty little wench.

I can hardly blame you for...

For what?

Well, after all, she's not one of your class,

a lifeguard's daughter.

- Knows all the tricks too, I bet.

- Get out of here, Dad.

If you weren't half drunk,

I'd throw you out.

Spoken like your mother's son.

She won't let me see you

anymore, Johnny.

Why not?

All right, I'll see you anyway.

As soon as Papa comes back,

we're leaving.

She says that my father

and your mother...

I wanna die, Johnny. I wanna die.

Molly?

Molly?

Johnny, tell her you haven't seen me.

Molly?

Who's that?

Molly, are you there?

Oh, it's you. I should've known.

Where is she?

Don't you hurt her again.

Don't you hurt her.

- Lf you hurt her, I'll kill you.

- Don't you dare threaten me.

John?

John, Mrs. Jorgenson said

you threatened her just now. Is that true?

- I told her not to hurt Molly.

- Where is Molly?

- I don't know.

- Mrs. Jorgenson said she's missing.

Johnny, this could be very serious.

Mrs. Jorgenson sent to the mainland

for a sheriff.

I could kill her.

What's this about Molly being missing?

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