Shadow Of A Doubt Page #2

I think you ought to find out

about it. Somebody might be

sick or something.

Mrs. Henderson didn't read

the telegram...

Telegram for me?

because I couldn't

find a pencil.

When I have a house,

it's going to be full

of well-sharpened pencils.

- Did Mrs. Henderson say

who the telegram was from?

- No. She didn't.

[Boy Chattering]

I think she might have said

who it was from.

Come on, Ann.

That's my chair.

I'll call up and find out.

If you will be quiet

just a second.

Hello. 181, please.

I wonder who it can be?

Oh, nothing, Operator.

Just 181.

If that's from my sister...

Hello?

Mrs. Henderson?

This is Emma Newton.

Ann says you have

a telegram for me.

Mama, you don't

have to shout.

Shh.

Really, Papa. You'd think

Mama had never seen a phone.

She makes no allowance

for science.

She thinks she has

to cover the distance

by sheer lung power.

Why, how wonderful.

Thursday, you say?

Looks like somebody's coming.

- Who's coming, Ma?

- Well, it's

the most wonderful surprise.

It's my brother, you know.

My younger brother. The baby.

Yes, of course, a little

spoiled. You know how families

always spoil the youngest.

Well, it's just

simply wonderful.

Thanks most awfully,

Mrs. Henderson.

Well.

What do you think?

Charles is coming.

Who?

Who?

Your Uncle Charlie.

- Did you say "Charles"?

- And our Charlie's gone

to send him a telegram.

Now, what made her think

to do that?

What do you mean our Charlie...

[Woman]

Hello, Charlie.

I just called your house.

Telegram for your mother.

Did you?

Gonna send that

by Bill Forest,

but you can take it.

Thanks.

From your uncle.

The spoiled one.

My uncle?

My Uncle Charlie?

Yeah.

Mrs. Henderson,

do you believe in telepathy?

Well, I ought to.

That's my business.

Oh, not telegraphy.

Mental telepathy.

Like... well,

suppose you have a thought,

and suppose the thought's about

someone you're in tune with.

Then across miles,

that person knows what you're

thinking and answers you.

And it's all mental.

I don't know what

you're talking about.

I only send telegrams

the normal way.

He heard me.

He heard me.

[Whistle Blowing]

Mr. Otis? Mr. Otis?

Yes?

You're almost in Santa Rosa.

Want to be ready

when you get into Santa Rosa.

I'm ready now. Thanks.

Then I'll get all your bags

out for you, then.

How you feelin',

Mr. Otis?

Pretty well.

A little weak

but pretty well

on the whole.

Mm-hmm.

Harry, tell the porter

you're a doctor.

Ask if there's anything

you can do. Maybe you can

help that poor soul.

I'm on my vacation.

Porter, my husband's a doctor

and if there's anything...

No, Ma'am.

He's a very sick man.

Won't see anyone.

I haven't set eyes on him

myself since we first got

on the train.

[Doctor]

Well, you don't look

very well either.

Ah, here we are.

Come on, children.

Close the door, there.

That's right.

[Steam Hissing]

[Train Bell Ringing]

Oh, are you...

Charlie.

Young Charlie.

At first, I didn't know you.

I thought you were sick.

Sick?

You aren't sick, are you?

Look, Pop! Here he is!

Why, Uncle Charlie,

you're not sick.

That was the funniest thing.

Sick? Me, sick?

Well, Joe, how are you?

All right, Charles.

Roger. Hello, Ann.

I bet you don't remember me.

I remember you sort of.

You look different.

[Laughs]

Well, we better get started.

Emma's got the dinner

almost ready.

I couldn't persuade her

to come to the station.

Dinner came first.

Roger, get the bags.

Charles, I'll take that.

Thank you, Joe.

That's it.

Come on. Let's go.

[Charlie]

Come on there, Roger,

and get these bags.

[Groans]

You, uh, sure

that isn't too heavy for you?

Oh, no. It's nothing.

I love to carry.

Emma. Don't move.

Standing there,

you don't look

like Emma Newton.

You look like Emma Spencer

Oakley of 46 Burnham Street,

St. Paul, Minnesota.

'The prettiest girl

on the block.

Charles!

Charlie.

Mama, nobody got off the train

but Uncle Charlie.

Let me look at you.

We were the only ones

who met somebody.

To think you could

take the time off.

There was only one bed made up.

Oh, Charles, it's so wonderful

to have you here.

Emmy, Emmy, don't cry.

And imagine your thinking

of 46 Burnham Street.

I haven't thought of that

funny old street in years.

- I keep remembering those

things. All the old things.

- [Joe] Emmy, how's he look?

Same old Charles, eh?

Roger, Ann,

get these other bags.

[Joe] You have

Charlie's room right here

at the head of the stairs.

Emmy wanted to move Ann,

but Charlie thought you'd be

more comfortable here.

[Ann]

Come on, Roger.

Ah-ah-ah-ah.

Don't put the hat on the bed.

Superstitious, Joe?

No, but I don't believe

in inviting trouble.

It wasn't the biggest yacht

in the world, but it had

a fireplace in the library...

and the bar was panelled

in bleached mahogany.

You pushed a button and...

What am I talking about?

That's all over.

Let's talk about you.

Charlie, that's

the prettiest dress

I ever saw.

I think so too.

[Emmy Giggles]

Why, Charles,

don't you remember?

Remember?

Remember what?

Why, Uncle Charlie,

you sent it to me.

I did?

Well, say, I've been

sitting here all this time

forgetting something.

Ann. Roger.

[Family Gasping]

Look at that. Oh, dear now.

Joe. Don't know whether

you had one or not.

You didn't have to think

of me, Charles. Presents

for the children are all right.

Say... I've never had

a wristwatch.

Fellows at the bank'll think

I'm quite a sport.

I have two for you, Emmy.

One old and one new.

[Emmy]

Oh, Charles.

What is it?

You shouldn't have.

Really. No.

Well, yeah.

[Gasps]

Oh, Charles.

[Box Lid Clunks]

Oh, how... beautiful.

Oh, I've-I've

always wanted one.

Oh, Mother, it's exactly right.

It's what you should have.

Look, Emmy.

Charles.

You've had these

all along.

Mm-hmm.

All along, Emmy.

All these years.

Safe in a deposit box.

No matter where I was.

Oh. Grandpa and Grandma?

[Whistles]

53 years ago.

Aren't they sweet?

My, she was pretty.

Everybody was sweet

and pretty then, Charlie.

The whole world.

A wonderful world.

Not like the world today.

Not like the world now.

It was great

to be young then.

We're all happy now,

Uncle Charlie. Look at us.

For once, we're all happy

at the same time.

Now, for your present, Charlie.

Oh, I don't want anything.

Right now, I have enough.

Before you came,

I didn't think

I had anything,

but now I don't want

another thing.

She's crazy.

She doesn't mean it.

Really.

If you ask me,

I think she's putting on.

Like girls in books.

The ones that say

they don't want anything

always get more in the end.

That's what she's hoping.

She's not crazy.

The smartest girl

in her class at school.

Won the debate

against the East Richmond

High School single-handed.

She's got brains.

I meant it.

Please don't

give me anything.

- Nothing?

- Oh, I can't explain it.

But you came here

and Mother's so happy and...

Oh, I'm glad that she named me

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