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CAMERA PANS across to the officials coming out of Olson's

roomette. As they come out of Olson's roomette.

CANADIAN IMMIGRATION OFFICIAL

I hope you will enjoy your stay in

Canada, Mr. Olson.

OLSON'S VOICE (O.S.)

Thanks.

Canadian officials then go on to Betty's roomette, enter.

CANADIAN IMMIGRATION OFFICIAL

Your name, please.

BETTY:

Betty.. Mayfield.

There is a perceptible hesitation which immigration

officials notices.

OFFICIAL:

Betty Mayfield. Miss or Mrs.

Mitchell is seen in his roomette, standing near the door

listening.

BETTY:

Miss Mayfield.

OFFICIAL:

And where were you born, Miss

Mayfield?

BETTY:

New York, City.

The official is a little suspicious. He looks down at

Betty's hands which are clasped in her lap.

OFFICIAL:

I see you are wearing a wedding

ring.

BETTY:

I've been married. My Husband..

(she breaks off and

bites her lip)

INSPECTOR:

Then I take it Mayfield was not

your married name?

He is very polite, but is building up to asking for some

identification papers. One this cue, Mitchell comes out of

his roomette, crosses, enters Betty's roomette.

CAMERA MOVES IN:

MITCHELL:

I've wired ahead to--

He breaks off, turns to Inspector, recognizes him.

MITCHELL:

Inspector Gillette, Isn't it? I'm

Larry Mitchell. We've met before,

several times.

He takes out wallet and holds it out to Inspector.

MITCHELL:

I cross the border so often I carry

an identification card.

INSPECTOR:

(glancing at card)

Yes, I remember you, Mr. Mitchell.

(glancing at Betty)

You know this lady?

MITCHELL:

Very well. Since 1940, at least.

I met her--let me see--it was New

York City, wasn't it Betty?

Betty nods silently. Inspector turns back to her, handing

Mitchell's wallet back.

INSPECTOR:

(to Betty)

How long do you expect to be in

Canada, Miss Mayfield?

BETTY:

Oh.. a month.

INSPECTOR:

(making up his mind)

Thank you. I hope you have a

pleasant trip.

He turns away, starts out.

CUSTOMS INSPECTOR

(to Betty)

Any firearms? Dutiable articles of

any kind?

BETTY:

No.

CUSTOMS OFFICIAL

Thank you.

He marks her baggage.

MITCHELL:

(to Customs Inspector)

My suitcases are open in the next

room.

CUSTOMS INSPECTOR

(to Mitchell)

Anything dutiable, Mr. Mitchell?

MITCHELL:

No. Nothing.

CUSTOMS INSPECTOR

Thank you.

Custom Inspector goes out. Mitchell sits down, looks at

Betty coolly. She avoids his eyes.

MITCHELL:

Better get rid of the wedding ring.

That's what threw him.

Betty looks out of the window, says nothing.

MITCHELL:

Trouble?

Betty turns her head and looks at him without speaking.

Her face is empty of expression.

MITCHELL:

Or Reno?

(a beat)

They always throw them off the

bridge there, I've heard.

BETTY:

Perhaps I don't take it so lightly.

MITCHELL:

Where are you staying in Vancouver

Royal. It's pretty crowded you

know.

BETTY:

Is it? I expected to go to the

Vancouver Royal. Should I have a

reservation?

MITCHELL:

I'll make one for you.

(a beat)

I live there.

BETTY:

(doubtfully)

Well..

MITCHELL:

(quietly)

A very small service. It doesn't

even ask for thanks. How long for?

BETTY:

I really don't know.

MITCHELL:

Indefinitely?

BETTY:

(with a shrug)

I don't know.

MITCHELL:

(eyeing her

thoughtfully)

You don't know.

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