Private Number Page #6

Yes, I was... but you see it was

all a mistake. I..

It was not a mistake.

She was arrested and held. Her name

can be found on the Police blotter.

I paid the fine myself.

But..

I have the receipt here.

Well... what do you think of that?

Mrs. Winfield, you've always trusted..

I'm sorry, Ellen, but..

This rather changes everything.

Look here young woman.

I'm going to be very generous

in this situation.

I'll give you $5,000 to settle.

I don't want your money.

I wouldn't take anything from you!

The only thing I want to do is get

out of this house!

I hope I never see any of you again!

You're treating me like a criminal,

just because I love your son.

No, I'm not good enough for him!

I'm only good enough to have his... baby!

If you will permit me, sir. I shall see to it

that she causes you no further annoyance.

Dinner is served, madam.

Hello Hamlet. You've got to stay here.

Go on.

And that's the facsimile of

the Police blotter.

Yes, but it might be a mistake.

There's no mistake about this. Look.

There's the receipt Wroxton got

when he paid her fine.

You don't understand. I love Ellen,

and I'm going to stick to her.

I don't care what anybody says.

But, darling. We're only doing

this for your own good.

The whole thing will be cleared up

as soon as I talk to her.

Well, she's gone.

You sent her away?

No, she ran away.

Because she realized the game was up.

Did you offer her money?

Yes. $5,000.

She didn't take it, did she?

No.

Of course she didn't! Doesn't that

prove she's on the level?

If she was the type you think, she would

have stayed here and held you up for plenty.

Why... it's all part of a very

smooth scheme.

She knew she would get more sympathy,

and more money.

If she waited until the baby was born.

Baby?

Dick, do you mean to say you didn't know?

No... she didn't tell me.

Do you think I'd have left her?

She made me go back to college.

She wouldn't take any money.

Now, do you see what you've done?

Where did she go?

We don't know.

Wroxton.

Wroxton!

Yes, sir.

You know where Ellen went?

No sir. And she said nothing to

the other servants.

What of her friend, Gracie. Where's she?

I regret to say sir, that Gracie

has also left.

Dick... where are you going?

I'm going to find Ellen.

Don't be a fool!

If you leave it to me, I'll get you

out of this mess.

Whatever mess there is, you've made.

Dick!

Excuse me, sir.

If any letter should come from Miss Ellen,

addressed to your son..

.. what are my instructions?

Wroxton... I didn't hear a word you said.

I understand, sir.

[baby crying]

Goodness. Never a minute of peace,

the way you carry on.

Take it.

[door knocks]

Gracie!

Ellen!

Oh Gracie! How are you! Oooo!

Am I glad to see you!

Hi Smelly, how are you?

Fine. And you look swell, honey.

Wait a minute! There's the person

I want to see!

Oh... ain't he cute.

Gosh, Ellen. He looks just like you.

Oh, heaven forbid.

Ga, ga, ga, ga, ga, ga, ga, ga, ga, gag!

Cut that out, stupid.

Hide your face. Do want to frighten the kid?

Oh, he's alright.

He was sick for a while, but now he's

doing beautifully now.

Gee, honey. You had a pretty

tough time of it didn't you.

By the way, who are these people

you're staying with.

They're some friends of mine from back home.

They say I can stay here until I get

on my feet again.

Oh that' swell. You know things are

picking up with me too. I've got a job.

Oh Gracie, that's marvelous.

What are you doing?

I'm a Ladies-Room attendant

at a gas-station.

Oh, the work's a little bohemian,

but you meet lots of interesting people.

Oh, I almost forgot. Here's a

present for the kid.

Oh Gracie, you shouldn't have done that.

You've done so much for me already. I don't

know how I'm ever going to pay you back.

Shut up.

Oh, Gracie, isn't that a darling little size.

I hope it fits.

Coo-ee!

And here's something for the little canary too.

Oh, thanks.

I haven't seen this.

Say, you're awful lucky getting all this.

Now there's a bright idea. What would

a baby be doing with an umbrella, stupid?

Well, it might rain.

Yes?

Ellen Neal?

It's her alright.

It sure is.

Got a letter for you, Miss Neal.

What's the matter? Anything wrong?

Hey Ellen, what's wrong? Let me see that.

Well, how do you like that.

From their lawyers.

"Dear Madam. "

"This is to inform you that, on behalf

of our client, Mr. Richard Winfield. "

"We are starting legal proceeding to

annul your marriage on grounds of fraud. "

"We suggest that you have your attorney consult

with us at the earliest possible date.

Oh, they're cockroaches.

Ellen!

If they annul your marriage on grounds of fraud,

do you know what that makes your baby?

Oh Gracie, they wouldn't do that!

They couldn't!

Oh they couldn't eh? They've got money.

They can do anything.

Ellen, there's just one thing for

you to do. Fight back!

Yes. Yes, of course I will... but how?

I got just the guy.

Sam Stapp, the mouthpiece.

That's his lawyer.

And a good lawyer.

Quiet! How quick can we get in

touch with him?

Where's the telephone?

It's in the grocery store, four

miles down the road.

Come on! Let's get going!

But you've got to go through with it.

Are you going to let these Winfields drag

you into court? Treat you like a burglar?

I just can't believe that they would

do such a thing.

Dick? Why, he's the one who's suing you!

Oh, listen. Don't tell me you're still

trumping up to believe he had no part in this?

Why, he's just as much to blame

as his whole family.

What about those letters you sent him?

Did he ever answer you?

Well, no, but..

Did he ever try to see you?

No! Why, you never heard a word from him.

Now listen to me, little lady.

They're going to sue you for an

annulment. Okay.

We'll slap back a counter-suit at them

so fast it will make them dizzy.

But the first thing we got to do..

.. is to establish you as Mrs. Richard Winfield.

Well, how are we going to do that?

Well, you've been living in

the country incognito.

Quiet! Sam will do the talking.

Now, look.

You've been living out on that farm as

Mrs. Smith. Well, that won't do at all.

What we got to do is bring you to town..

.. and set you up in a first-class

apartment as "Mrs. Winfield".

Apartment, nothing! Make it a penthouse!

But I couldn't. Who'd pay for it?

That's the hot one. Say..

There's a million women in this town who'd

do anything but murder to be in your shoes.

Who's going to pay for it? Why,

the Winfields of course!

Well, Dick, we can't go ahead until

you've signed this complaint.

I won't sign it... I didn't know anything

about an annulment.

Darling, please believe that what we're

doing is for your good.

Yeah.. a lot you care about my good.

Haven't you hurt us enough?

Staying away all these months.

All this chatter is getting us nowhere.

It may bring you to your senses to see what

a smart little gold-digger you've married.

You mean you've found her?

Wroxton located her.

Where is she?

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