No Man of Her Own Page #4

that was pretty out--

Patrice.

Patrice, what is it?

- Oh, I got a little dizzy.

- It's nothing to worry about.

Oh, you scared me.

I'm sorry about the ornaments.

I'd better take a look

at the baby. I'll call Bill.

"Who are you?

Where did you come from?

"What are you doing there?"

What are you doing there?

What are you doing there?

What are you doing there?

Only thing for you.

Just for you.

I'll be right back.

What brought it on?

Some shock.

Her heart's always been weak.

Even before

you and Hugh were born.

I never realized it.

She didn't want you to.

How bad is it, doc?

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.

Okay.

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.

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.

"To Mother

from the four of us."

Here she comes.

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.

- 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.

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.

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 have--

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 you names.

You won't want to

when you know us better.

You come sit down.

We've all been so anxious

to meet you.

Pat, 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, no, no. Go right ahead.

I'll find that darn waiter

soon. Henry?

- You like golf?

- Henry?

We've got a nice course.

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?

I can make it Wednesday.

You should have an appointment,

but I think I can break it.

Shall we dance?

Hadn't you better ask

one of the others?

I'd like to dance with you.

- What time?

- Twelve-thirty?

Anybody wearing a hat?

They're nice.

You'd better like them.

You don't see a lot of them.

Can I cut in on this one?

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?

Steve, please.

Oh, I beg your pardon.

What did he say your name is?

Oh, yes. Missus.

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.

No way I'm making father.

That you know.

You're insane.

We haven't finished yet.

I think we have.

The decision is mine.

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 favor,

all this investigating

has been kind of expensive.

That's blackmail.

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.

That right?

Thanks for letting me cut in.

You'll be hearing from me,

Mrs. Harkness.

There now. That--

Oh.

Uh-huh.

Now, let Granny clean you up.

Oh, he's a mess.

Tsk, tsk.

Oh, let Josie do that.

If you could see your color

next to this child's.

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.

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.

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