No Man of Her Own Page #2

I mean, for me to put it on?

I couldn't have bad luck.

Come on, guys,

give us room to work.

Who is it?

Who is she?

Cut off her clothes.

- Caesarean section.

- Use a local.

Plasma.

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.

H-He?

Incubator.

Oh-- Is he--?

He's perfect.

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.

What's this doing here?

Why is this here?

Everyone who is ill

has one. It's just--

But the name. It says--

Does the sight of your own

name frighten you?

Sh.

Now don't talk anymore.

But you don't understand.

You have to tell me.

- Just a moment.

- I'll be right back.

Doctor.

Doctor.

Doctor,

what happened to--?

To whom?

There was--

There was another girl

in the washroom with me.

Is she--?

Did you know her very well?

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?

Your husband died too,

Mrs. Harkness.

Oh, no, that--

No, you're making a mistake.

There, there.

No, please.

Please, let me tell you--

Don't talk now. Later.

Oh, please, let me tell you.

Sh.

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.

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?

No.

No, I'm not trying

to tell you that.

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!

Who's there?

Caulfield, ma'am.

No, wait.

It can't be.

Sure enough is, ma'am.

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.

I can't go through with it.

I can't. I can't.

There's--

Caulfield, ma'am.

No. No.

- Hurry, ma'am.

- You only have five minutes.

For you.

For you.

Well, here we are.

Man's sake, 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.

Easy.

Sure gonna seem like old times

having a baby around here.

I'll take him.

Father, you and Josie

take in the baggage.

Come, dear.

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.

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.

Humor me for a few days,

will you, dear?

You go and get his bottle,

and tell Josie not too hot.

All right.

- You're mine, my dear.

- You're mine. Mine!

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.

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.

I'll go.

Hey, when am I gonna see

my nephew?

Soon.

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.

You.

You, what were you like?

I've got to know.

I've got to.

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.

Good night, dear.

You were a nice guy, Hugh.

I'm glad I brought you here.

Name this child.

Hugh Donald Harkness.

Hugh Donald,

I baptize thee

in the name of the father,

and of the son,

and of the holy ghost,

Amen.

You have a name.

You have a name.

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...

And Patrice was so worried

when the baby's hair

started to fall out.

Well, I didn't know

it was supposed to.

I didn't either.

- Of course.

- William was bald for months.

Please, Duchess.

She's referring

to the nude study of me

on the bearskin rug.

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.

- I can't do nothing

with her. She--

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 gardenagain.

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.

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