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But I don't know anything about this crime

or whatever you call it.

And if you want to put me on the stand

I'll even lie about what I just told you.

- Is it all right if I go now?

- I guess it is. Nothing to hold you on.

Why did you come here to tell us this?

I just wanted to relieve your mind, sir.

You won't need to talk to Parris now,

will you?

Looks like you jumped

to the wrong conclusion, Drake.

All I wanted to see Parris for

was to tell him about this letter

that Dr. Tower wrote.

He left his property,

everything he owned to Parris.

He what?

Well, it appears you weren't so lucky

as you thought you were.

If he'd know about

his prospective son-in-law

he might have left it to you.

I guess I'll go now, sir.

Funny thing. I sort of like that boy.

Bold as brass.

But he is the only young man in town

beside Parris Mitchell

who has grace enough

to say sir to his elders.

- Now, for Pete's sake, please...

- Why, Drake? Why did it happen?

Why did Cassie come here last night?

What was she afraid of?

What happened since the other night

when I saw her?

What reason could her father have had

for killing her?

What reason could he have had

for killing himself?

Why didn't Cassie explain things

last night?

Why did Dr. Tower leave me his property?

Why should anyone wanna kill Cassie,

who never did any harm to anyone?

Why?

Say, do you know it's

the middle of the night?

Sit down, Drake.

Sure, what's up?

I think I know...

I do know why Dr. Tower

killed Cassie and himself.

Sure enough?

You've got to promise me

this'll be a secret between us, Drake.

Of course.

Drake, do you remember

Mrs. Tower very well?

Cassie's mother?

A little, when we were kids.

How she used to stay inside all the time

just up in her window looking out?

Sure. Everybody thought she was loco.

How do you feel

about people like that, Drake?

Do we have to talk about it now?

How do you feel

about somebody who gets a bad heart,

or something wrong with their legs

or their hands or their eyes?

Well, things like that,

that aren't their fault...

That's the way I feel about people who

get something wrong with their brains.

Say, are you trying to tell me Dr. Tower...

- You know, kid, I always did tell you...

- There's a note here near the beginning

that says, "Today, I noticed

the first sign in Cassandra."

- Do you mean that she... That Cassie...

- Not so you could notice it.

No more, I suppose,

when Mrs. Tower was

when D. Tower fell in love with her

and married her.

- Our own Cassie?

- They were just the first indications,

the early maladjustments

of dementia praecox.

Hey, you sound like a doctor already.

I certainly don't feel like one.

- Well, we won't talk about it anymore...

- No, I'd rather.

- Drake, I think Dr. Tower knew about us.

- About you and Cassie?

But, do you think that she knew?

About herself, I mean.

Yes, I'm sure she did.

That's why whenever I asked her

questions about us

I could never pin her down.

What about the night

she came to ask you to take her away?

She wasn't pinned down then.

A kind of final desperation, I guess.

I don't know what Dr. Tower knew

about that night. Maybe nothing.

Maybe he guessed.

Maybe he was just looking into my future.

- I don't quite follow you, kid.

- He was a brilliant doctor, Drake.

Why did he come

to a little town here like Kings Row

and bury himself

while he was still pretty young?

You mean Mrs. Tower?

He didn't want that to happen to me

that happened to him...

Stop his career.

He thought more of me

than I ever knew, Drake.

Listen, Parris.

Let's burn this book up

and nobody will ever know but ourselves.

No, Drake.

We're not going to burn it.

I'm going to study this book.

- I'm tired now.

- Sure, kid. I'll get the light.

Drake, I'm going now as quickly as I can.

I've had about

as much as I can take, I think.

And you just stay out of the house

until it's sold.

Anything you want there,

anything at all, just take it.

Let the rest of the stuff go.

Write to me.

If there's ever anytime you need me,

my Liebchen, I will...

I know, Anna, I know that.

Hello, Drake McHugh.

Why, hello, Randy Monaghan.

Say, I haven't seen you in a long while.

You never did come back

to Elroy's icehouse. Going away?

- Hello, Randy.

- Hello, Parris.

Parris is going away.

He's going clear to Europe.

Sure enough? Gonna stay long?

I don't know.

I haven't felt like making plans.

- I think I'll just let things happen.

- He'll be back.

I heard your grandmother died, Parris.

- Yes.

- I'm sorry.

Say, Randy, I'll bet

you're the prettiest girl in the world.

Here she comes.

- Gosh.

- What's the matter?

I hate to see that boy go away.

He's the best friend I've got.

- He's a nice boy, isn't he?

- Very best.

There he goes.

Four or five years. Gosh.

Say, I have my buggy down here.

How about coming for a ride

out in the country?

All right, let's.

Oh, wait a minute. Bread and butter.

Have you ever seen a prettier day?

Whoa, there, Tom Thumb.

What's the hurry?

- Why do you call him Tom Thumb, Drake?

- Because he's so big.

- That makes sense.

- My kind of sense.

That's what I mean.

- I got him trained.

- I see.

- He knows just what I want him to do.

- I guess he's had plenty of training, too.

- You mean, going on by himself? Sure.

- Why?

For this.

I'm as bright as the horse,

but not so well trained.

Oh, gee, Randy. I'm so lonely and blue.

Be nice to me, will you?

Maybe you got me confused

with one of the Ross girls.

Well, what's the harm in a little kiss?

A kiss?

Suppose we find out?

- No, no, wait a minute.

- Hey.

Happy new century, dummy.

This is it, honey.

Did you bring me way up here in the wind

just to look at scenery?

But I'm going to buy all this

with Peyton Graves

- when I come into my money.

- What for?

Just something I dreamed up.

A subdivision.

Can you imagine what it would be like

to have houses up here?

- Yes. It'd be windy.

- Oh, shut up. It isn't windy all the time.

But, Drake, only rich people could

build houses like you're talking about.

- Well, we'd sell them to rich people.

- How many are there in Kings Row?

What do you

want to throw cold water for?

Would you like me to show you

what I think would be a good idea?

- Where to?

- The lowlands, down by the creek.

The other side of the railroad track.

My side.

You mean here?

Isn't it delicious?

It stirs you up, doesn't it?

- I mean...

- Yes, honey. I know what you mean.

- Well, doesn't it?

- Yes, I guess it does. But, Drake...

Now you're fixing

to yell at me about something.

No, I was just kind of wondering.

Most everything stirs you up, doesn't it?

This, the smell of wild plum blossoms,

the sunlight or the moonlight

or morning or noon or night.

Just anything.

- But mostly you.

- So you say.

Honest.

- Let's get out and walk. It looks so pretty.

- You bet.

Drake McHugh,

you make me awfully mad sometimes.

Oh, now,

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