Shadow Of A Doubt Page #3

after you and that she thinks

we're both alike.

I think we are too.

I know it.

Oh, it would spoil things

if you should give me anything.

You're a strange girl, Charlie.

Why would it spoil things?

Because we're not just

an uncle and a niece.

It's something else.

I know you.

I know that you don't

tell people a lot of things.

I don't either.

I have a feeling that

inside you somewhere,

there's something

nobody knows about.

Something... nobody knows?

- Something secret and wonderful

and... I'll find it out.

- [Chuckles]

It's not good to find out

too much, Charlie.

But we're sort of like twins.

Don't you see?

- We have to know.

- Give me your hand, Charlie.

Thank you.

You didn't even

look at it.

I don't have

to look at it.

No matter what you gave me,

it'd be the same.

Here. Let me show you.

It's a good emerald.

A really good one.

Good emeralds are

the most beautiful things

in the world.

You've had something engraved.

I haven't,

but I will if you like it.

Yes, you have,

Uncle Charlie.

It's very faint.

"T.S. from B.M."

But... Why, it must be

someone's initials.

Well, I've been rooked.

The jeweler rooked me.

Oh, it doesn't matter. Really.

Give it back.

I'll have it taken off.

No, No.

I like it this way.

Someone else

was probably happy

with this ring.

Oh, it's perfect

the way it is.

You bring the coffee.

## [Charlie Humming]

Sing at the table,

you'll marry

a crazy husband.

Superstitions have been

proved 100% wrong.

Yes, I've been thinking

of transferring some money

out here from the East.

I could put it

in your bank, Joe,

until I found out what's what.

Uh, I suppose your bank

does take money, huh?

[Chuckles]

That's one thing we do.

Rake in the dough.

Can't promise

to give it back.

Well, I think I'll go

downtown in the morning

and open an account.

- Say, 30 or $40,000

just to start things off?

- That's a lot of money.

He won't have it long.

The government will get it.

The government gets...

You're not to talk

against the government, Roger.

## [Humming]

[Emmy] My goodness.

The way men do things.

I can't get that tune

out of my head.

Maybe if somebody tells me

what it is, I'll forget it.

[Emmy]

It's a waltz.

I know it is, but what one?

[Charlie]

You know, it's

the funniest thing.

Sometimes I get a tune

in my head like that...

and pretty soon, I hear

somebody else humming it too.

I think tunes jump

from head to head.

Do you know what it is,

Uncle Charlie?

Uh, no. No.

I-I-I don't know

what it is.

[Emmy]

I remember. Uh...

It's on the tip of my tongue.

It's a waltz

and it's Victor Herbert.

- Victor Herbert wasn't a waltz.

He was...

- It's the Blue Danube waltz.

Oh, yes.

Of course it is.

No, it isn't, Uncle Charlie.

I know what it is.

It's the Merry...

I'm terribly

sorry, Emmy.

Nothing to make

a fuss over.

Charles, while we do

the dishes, why don't you come

in the living room...

and stretch out

on the sofa and read

the evening paper?

You never were much

on helping.

Joe, here's Herbert.

[Charlie] Ann, Roger.

Help me clear the table.

Herbert's a friend of Joe's.

They're literary critics.

Hello, Herb.

Had your supper?

Had mine

an hour ago.

Hour ago, huh?

Oh. A watch.

Yeah. A present.

Here, Herb.

I'd like you to meet

my brother-in-law.

Charles, this is Herb Hawkins.

Nice to know you,

Mr. Hawkins.

Fine, thank you.

How's your mother, Herb?

Oh, uh, just middling.

Uh-huh.

Excuse me, Herb.

Oh.

Thank you. I'm sorry

your mother's not better.

Thank you, dear.

There, now.

Thank you.

[Emmy]

Lead a life of luxury.

Well, I must go and see

what Charlie's doing.

Wife's brother from the East.

New York man.

Good for the children.

You know what I mean?

In business?

Well, he takes himself

very seriously.

Well, how's everything?

Say, ha-have you read

this one?

Huh?

That little Frenchman

beats them all.

You can talk all you like

about Sherlock Holmes.

That little Frenchman

beats 'em all.

I read it.

Air bubbles don't

necessarily kill a person.

Those writers

from the other side

get too fancy.

The best way

to commit a murder...

I know. I know.

Hit 'em on the head

with a blunt instrument.

Well, it's true,

isn't it? Listen.

If I wanted

to murder you tomorrow,

do you think

I'd waste my time

on fancy hypodermics?

Or on Inee?

What's that?

Inee-

Indian arrow poison.

Oh.

Listen. I'd find out

if you were alone, walk in,

hit you on the head

with a piece of lead pipe

or a loaded cane...

What'd be

the fun of that?

Where's your planning?

Where's your clues?

I don't want any clues.

I want to murder you.

What do I want

with clues?

Well, if you

haven't got any clues,

where's your book?

I'm not talkin'

'bout writing books.

I'm talking about killing you!

If I was going to kill you,

I wouldn't do a dumb thing

like hitting you on the head.

First of all,

I don't like

the fingerprint angle.

Of course, I could always

wear gloves, press your

hands against the pipe...

after you were dead

and make you look

like a suicide.

Ho ho!

Except it don't seem

hardly likely that you'd beat

yourself to death with a club.

I'd murder you

so it didn't look

like murder.

- Oh, Ann?

- What?

Come here.

Did you ever see a house

made out of newspapers?

Well, watch.

You-You take

one sheet here.

Okay?

And you tear it down here.

And you tear it there.

And you fold it

over here at the side.

Fold over

the other side here.

And turn it up there.

Now with... the door...

Right off... and there.

I'm not a baby

anymore. Besides,

that's Papa's paper.

[Uncle Charlie]

Oh, Roger, look what we've got.

A nice, little red barn.

- You've got Papa's paper.

- Oh, that's all right.

Simply unfold it.

Nobody will ever know

the difference.

What are you two doing?

You know that's father's paper.

Oh, it's my fault, Charlie.

I was showing them a game.

Didn't think about it

being Joe's paper.

Oh, that's all right.

Here's page one,

five... eight.

What'd you do

with page three and four?

We never touched it.

[Ann]

Really. Uncle Charlie's

the only one that touched it.

Oh, well.

I guess it's all right.

If I fold it very neatly,

maybe he won't notice.

[Uncle Charlie]

Come in.

I brought you water.

Oh, thank you, Charlie.

That's very thoughtful of you.

Pleasant dreams.

- Uncle Charlie, I know a secret

you don't think I know.

- What secret?

Remember I said you couldn't

hide anything from me

because I'd find it out?

Well, now I know there was

something in the evening paper

about you.

About me

in the evening paper?

About you.

And that's why

you played that game

with Ann and Roger.

You didn't want us to know

and you wanted

to tear the paper.

- Now I know.

You might as well tell me.

- [Chuckling]

Well, you've got me

there, Charlie.

Only it wasn't about me.

It was about, uh...

someone I used to know.

There!

It's none of your business.

[Gasping]

Oh! Uncle Charlie,

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