Shadow Of A Doubt Page #11

in a moment.

Mrs. Potter.

Don't take that one. I don't

know why I make tomato. They

always soak through the bread.

Try one of these. It's just

whole wheat bread and cream

cheese. Paprika makes it pink.

[Uncle Charlie] Mr. Greene.

Mrs. Greene, what

would you like?

Thank you.

I think I'd like to

propose a toast, too.

Emmy.

To our distinguished visitor,

The man who's made the best

speech heard in town for years.

To that

very good fellow,

Mr. Oakley.

Herbie.

Thank you.

[Mr. Greene]

We don't get many

American speakers.

Seems like foreigners

make the best talkers.

Ah, here she is.

Now for my toast.

Charlie...

you're just in time

for a farewell toast.

I hate to break the news

to you like this, but tomorrow

I must leave Santa Rosa.

Not forever.

If that isn't

thre strangest coincidence.

[Mrs. Potter] I was planning

to go to San Francisco tomorrow.

Charles.

Oh, Emmy darling,

I didn't mean to

spoil your fun tonight.

I got a letter today.

I have to catch

the early morning train.

I'll miss you, Emmy.

But I want you all to know

that I'll always think

of this lovely town...

as a place of hospitality

and kindness...

and homes... homes.

- But I can't bear it

if you go, Charles.

- Oh, Emmy, I'll be back.

I've arranged with

Dr. Phillips for our little

memorial for the children.

It isn't any

of the things you've done.

It's just the idea that

we were together again.

I'm sorry!

But you see, we were

so close growing up.

And then Charles went away,

and I got married, and...

Then you know how it is.

You sort of forget you're you.

You're your husband's wife...

We'll be looking for you.

We feel you're one of us,

don't we, Margaret?

Indeed. I want to thank

you on behalf of our club.

And bless you for your

gift to our hospital.

The children will bless you,

too, in the years to come.

Thank you, sir.

[Steam Whistle Blowing]

Excuse me, sir, but I-I can

hear the train coming now.

Excuse me.

[Train Getting Louder]

Better get aboard,

Charles.

All right. Good-bye,

everybody. Roger, Ann,

come see the train.

Come on, Charlie.

You can see

they get off.

All right.

[Roger]

I want to see the rooms,

the private ones.

I've seen berths.

I've slept in two uppers

and one lower with Papa.

Good-bye, Joe.

Good-bye, Charles.

Good-bye, Emmy.

Good-bye. And don't

forget to write!

I will. You write too.

I'll send you my address.

Good-bye.

Don't jump on

the seats, Roger.

Roger, what

did I tell you?

Porter, there's one more bag.

It got taken into the other car.

Will you get it please?

Charlie, the train's

going to start. I don't

want to get carried away.

Maybe it's too late!

Maybe I'll have to go along!

There's plenty of time.

You run along, we'll follow.

Charlie.

Just a minute.

I want you to know

I think you were right

to make me leave.

It's best for your mother.

Best for all of us.

You saw what happened

to her last night.

She's not very strong,

you know. I don't think

she could stand the shock.

I remember once when

she was a little girl...

The train's moving!

Listen, Charlie. I want you to

forget all about me. Forget

that I ever came to Santa Rosa.

Your hands!

Let me go,

Uncle Charlie!

Let me go!

I've got to do this,

Charlie...

so long as you know

what you do about me.

Not yet, Charlie.

Let it get a little faster.

Just a little faster.

Faster.

Now!

[Train Whistle]

##

## [Organ]

[Minister] Santa Rosa

has gained and lost a son; :

a son that she

can be proud of.

Brave, generous, kindly.

With all of

the splendid dignity...

I'm glad you were able to come,

Jack. I couldn't have faced it

without someone I knew.

I did know more.

I couldn't tell you.

I know.

He thought the world

was a horrible place.

He couldn't have been

very happy ever.

No.

He didn't trust people.

He seemed to hate them.

He hated

the whole world.

You know, he said

that people like us...

had no idea what the world

was really like.

Well, it's not quite

as bad as that,

but sometimes it needs

a lot of watching.

It seems to go crazy

every now and then.

Like your Uncle Charlie.

[Minister]... the beauty

of their souls, the sweetness

of their characters...

live on with us forever.

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