Leave Her to Heaven Page #2

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

It was rather clumsy of me at the table

to speak of your father.

That's all right.

You couldn't have known.

You were very close to your father,

weren't you?

Yes, we were inseparable.

From the time I was able to walk...

...we were both happiest

when we were together.

Engagement ring?

Yes.

I believe I'd better be going in now.

We're getting up at 5:00

in the morning.

- Good night.

- Good night.

Don't you think somebody

ought to look for Ellen?

- What for?

- Well, it's pretty wild country up there.

- Perhaps she's lost.

- Ellen knows her way home.

I know, but it's been over 12 hours.

Suppose something happened to her.

Nothing ever happens to Ellen.

Well, I think I'll take a ride

before I turn in.

- Are you all right?

Oh, yes, perfectly.

I just wanted to be alone for a while.

Thank you for coming

to the funeraI.

- You knew I was there?

- Yes, I saw you as I rode by.

I hope you don't think

it was just curiosity.

No, I understand.

- I'm glad you were there.

- So am I. I'll never forget it.

Father used to say it was like riding

across the front lawn of heaven.

We made a pact to bring

our ashes here when we died.

"If you die first," I told him,

"I'll bring yours here.

If I die first, you'll bring mine. "

Yet, I know now...

...people you love don't really die.

Can we go now?

I'm not a bit sleepy, are you?

Not in the least.

Have you forgiven me yet?

- What I said about your book.

- Oh, that.

I have a different opinion now.

I finished reading the book last night

and I found it quite absorbing.

What made you

change your mind?

I got interested

in one of the characters.

- Which one?

- The author.

Well, I assure you the book

is not supposed to be about me.

Oh, but it is,

whether you like it or not.

"Every book's a confession,"

my father always said.

- You have to read between the lines.

- And did you?

- Well, what sort of man am I?

- You're a bachelor.

Thirty years old.

You were born and raised in Boston...

...and you went to Harvard,

where you edited the Lampoon.

When you graduated, you went to Paris

and you studied painting for a while.

You have a lodge in Maine

called Back of the Moon.

Before you went in for writing novels,

you were a newspaper man.

Your favorite sport is fishing, and you

speak French and Spanish quite well.

Shades of Sherlock.

You got all that

just from reading my book?

Just from reading the dust jacket.

It was all there under your picture.

You know, if you'd lived in Salem

Why did you give up painting?

Well, it was like this.

In the first place,

I discovered I was colorblind.

Since I was interested

in Post-Impressionism...

- ...that didn't matter, did it?

- No.

When I made the acquaintance

of the boys on the Left Bank...

...I found that they lived

in squalid garrets...

...and most of them

were miserably undernourished.

Have you ever known

what it was to be really hungry?

I'm hungry right now.

You must be.

You haven't had dinner, have you?

- Nor lunch.

- You poor thing, you must be famished.

Mrs. Robie told Emily

to leave you a tray.

Good.

Oh, there it is.

I'll get it.

Let me.

Tell me about your place in Maine.

Oh, it's just a cabin,

a shack, that's all.

But it's set down in just about the most

beautifuI country I've ever seen.

Why do you call it Back of the Moon?

Well, there's a lake up there,

shaped like a crescent.

Danny and I used to spend

all our summers there.

- You love Danny a lot, don't you?

- Well, naturally.

Is that why you've never married,

because you've had to take care of him?

No, not exactly.

The way I feeI about marriage...

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

It's like that trip I made to Europe

after I graduated.

I hadn't the least idea of going abroad.

It just happened.

I was taking a walk with a girI.

We went down to Boston Wharf

and watched a freighter being loaded.

I liked the looks of her.

- The girI?

- No, the freighter.

She looked good to me

and she smelled good.

I didn't know where she was going, but

I knew I was going with her. And I did.

Mmm....

This is the tastiest sandwich

I've ever eaten.

- What is it?

- Turkey. Wild turkey.

- Ever hunted them?

- No, I haven't.

It's tricky shooting.

They're sort of scary, but they're so big

and clumsy, they hate to take wing.

It's a lot of fun.

I'd like to try it sometime.

- How about tomorrow?

- Well, if Glen has no other plans.

- I meant just the two of us.

- I'd love to.

Why did you come for me tonight?

Well, I don't know exactly. Everybody

assured me you'd be perfectly all right.

I guess it was just an impulse.

- Like the time you took the freighter?

- Yes.

You knew I was coming up

there tonight.

You were waiting for me,

weren't you?

Yes.

And you came, didn't you?

Well....

Good night.

Hello.

- What's going on up there?

- I'm just pruning and tying up the roses.

- I hope I wasn't interfering.

- Not at all. I'm glad you're here.

I was thinking about you.

Something you said the other night.

- What did I say?

- Something rather strange.

You said you'd been adopted

by Mrs. Berent.

Well, what's so strange about that?

Well, you didn't say

Mr. and Mrs. Berent.

- Weren't you adopted by both of them?

- Yes, of course.

- Why did you say Mrs. Berent?

- I don't know.

I suppose it was because

she suggested that...

She was alone so much

of the time, and I...

I mustn't keep you from your work.

- Be carefuI.

- Oh, I'm all right.

How's that for an entrance?

Perfect.

I'm delighted to see you.

- All of you.

- Thank you.

I do hope I've interrupted you

in your work.

You have, constantly, all morning.

How could I?

I haven't been with you till now.

Oh, yes, you have. I've been thinking

about you and about Quinton.

- Who told you his name?

- Glen Robie.

- How did he happen to tell you?

- I asked him.

- Why?

- Because I hated Quinton.

- Do you know him?

- No.

- Then why do you hate him?

- Because you knew him.

That's nice.

You going to hate everybody I know?

You've lost your ring.

No, I took it off an hour ago.

Forever.

Come on, hurry up!

I'll race you across.

One, two, three, go.

Thattaboy, Lin.

Come on, Lin, keep it up.

Come on.

- Lin's going to win.

No. Ellen.

Ellen always wins.

The winner!

Don't forget we have a date

after lunch.

Quiet, Fritz. Lie down.

What's the matter with you?

Oh, come in.

Hello, Robie.

Quiet, Fritz. Quiet.

Let me take your things.

Thank you.

Here, let me fix your tie.

Well, hello.

- What in the world brought you here?

- An airplane.

I grabbed the first one I could catch

after getting your telegram yesterday.

Why all the rush?

I wanted to be among the first

to congratulate you...

...on your forthcoming marriage.

Well, we hadn't planned

to announce it for a while...

...but since you've let the cat

out of the bag....

Darling, this is Russell Quinton.

My fianc, Richard Harland.

How do you do?

- Might I have a moment with you alone?

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