Shadow Of A Doubt Page #4

you're hurting me.

Oh, Charlie.

Your hands.

Charlie, I didn't mean

to hurt you.

[Short Chuckle]

I was just fooling.

[Chuckling]

It was nothing.

Just-Just some gossip.

Not very pretty

about someone

I once met up with.

[Chuckles]

Not for you to read.

Forget it.

Good night, young Charlie.

Good night, Uncle Charlie.

Pleasant dreams.

[Church Bell Tolling]

How long is Uncle Charlie

going to stay here?

Forever, I hope.

Hasn't he got

a house of his own?

Not that I mind you in here,

but I never can tell...

when I'll want

some privacy.

[Chuckles]

You better go

to sleep, baby.

You said your prayers?

I forgot.

You better say them.

I lay me down to sleep,

I pray the Lord

my soul to keep...

Don't bless too many people.

It's late.

I pray the Lord

my soul to take.

God bless Mama, Papa,

Captain Midnight, Veronica Lake

and the president...

You can't say them

all tonight, dear.

Oh, and Uncle Charlie. Amen.

[Sighs]

## [Humming Waltz]

[Distant Train Whistle]

[Traffic Noises]

All ready

for breakfast?

Oh, coffee. Emmy.

I don't know how you do it.

Now, I'm never comfortable

eating in bed.

I had to have my meals

in bed for awhile...

after the children came,

but I never liked it.

I can't face the world

in the morning. I must have

coffee before I can speak.

Well, I don't mind

pampering you

your first morning,

but I think you're

the only person in this town

to have breakfast at 10:30.

And while you were sleeping,

the newspaper called up

for an interview.

With me?

And the women's club I belong to

wants you to give a little talk.

- [Chuckling]

Women's club.

- [Laughing]

Oh! Oh, you haven't

finished unpacking.

I'll do that for you.

Where's Charlie?

She's running around the house

as though she'd lost her mind.

She thinks everything

needs fixing.

But what I wanted to tell you

was that you are not

the only celebrity in this town.

The whole Newton family's

going to be in the limelight.

What are you cooking up?

Well, a young man called

this morning,

said his name was Graham...

and he wants to interview

everybody in this house.

Interview everybody?

That's what he said.

He's being sent

around the country by some kind

of institute or committee...

and he has to pick

representative American families

and ask them questions.

It's a kind of a poll.

It's called

the National Public Survey.

Wonder how he happened

to pick this family?

Well, he said he wanted

a typical American family.

I told him we weren't

a typical American family.

Well, if he's going to ask

a lot of questions,

he can leave me out of it.

Oh, but you could tell him

so much more

than any of us could.

- He's going to take

our pictures too.

- Pictures.

[Gasps]

My. Isn't that lovely?

You see, there were really,

there were two young men.

One of them takes the pictures.

Oh, there were two.

Yes. Mr. Graham

was the nicest.

Oh, he doesn't want us

to dress up or anything.

Hejust wants us to act

the way we always do.

Emmy, women are fools.

They'd fall for anything.

Why do you let

two strangers come and turn

the place upside-down?

Why expose the family

to a couple of snoopers?

- [Short Chuckle]

You ought to have better sense.

- Why, Charles, I...

- [Charlie]

Good morning, Uncle Charlie.

- Good morning, Charlie.

Your mother's been telling me

about the Newtons being picked

for all-American suckers.

What do you know about it?

Charlie wasn't here

when they came.

But really, Charles,

the way Mr. Graham

told it...

it wasn't

like snooping at all.

It was our duty as citizens.

It's something

the government wants.

Government?

Maybe not exactly,

but it's for the public good.

When I told them about you

and the places you've been,

he was really interested.

Now, listen, Emmy.

I'll have nothing

to do with this.

I'm just a visitor here

and my advice to you is

to slam the door in his face.

Oh. Well, I-I couldn't

do that.

But you don't

have to meet him

if you don't want to.

Well, I think I'd be

kind of exciting.

He'd take your photograph

and then we could have it

for nothing.

No thank you. I've never

been photographed in my life

and I don't want to be.

Oh, Charles,

how can you

talk that way?

I had a photograph of you.

I gave it to Charlie.

I tell you, there are none.

I guess you've

forgotten this one.

Get it, Charlie.

[Emmy]

You sure

you don't remember?

[Uncle Charlie]

Of course I don't ever remember

being photographed.

46 Burnham Street.

Mm-hmm. It was taken

the Christmas

you got your bicycle.

Just before your accident.

Uncle Charlie,

you were beautiful.

Wasn't he, though?

And such a quiet boy.

Always reading.

Papa never should have bought

you that bicycle. You didn't

know how to handle it.

He took it right out on

the icy road and skidded

into a streetcar.

We thought he was

going to die.

I'm glad he didn't.

Well, he almost did.

He fractured his skull,

and he was laid up so long.

And then,

when he was getting well,

there was no holding him.

And it was just as though

all the rest he had was,

well, too much for him...

and he had to get

into mischief

to blow off steam.

He didn't do

much reading after that,

let me tell you.

It was taken

the very day

he had his accident.

A few days later when

the pictures came home,

how Mama cried.

She wondered if he'd ever

look the same. She wondered

if he'd ever be the same.

What's the use of looking

backward? What's the use

of looking ahead?

Today's the thing.

That's my philosophy.

Today.

If today's the thing,

then you'd better

finish your breakfast...

and get down to the bank

because Joe'll be waiting.

And Charlie, don't be late back

because the questionnaire men

are coming at 4:
00.

[Blows Whistle]

[Car Horn Honking]

Good morning, Charlie.

Hello, Madge.

Good morning, Charlie.

Hello, Catherine.

[Car Horn Honking]

[Background Chattering]

[Officer Blows Whistle]

Did you see the way

they looked at you?

I bet they wonder who you are.

Oh, Uncle Charlie,

I love to walk with you.

I want everybody to see you.

[Keyboards Clacking]

There's Papa in that

window over there.

[Background Chattering]

Hello, Joe. Can you stop

embezzling a minute

and give me your attention?

Oh, uh...

Charles, we don't joke

about such things here.

Oh, what's a little shortage

in the books at the end

of the month?

Any good bank clerk can

cover up a little shortage.

Isn't that right, Charlie?

- Everyone can hear you.

- Good thing they can.

We all know what banks are.

Look all right,

but no one knows what goes on

when the doors are locked.

Can't fool me, though.

Well, Joe, let's see

your president.

Still want to open

that account, Charles?

That's why I'm here.

Well, uh, you wait right here.

I'll see if Mr. Greene's busy.

And, uh, Charles,

he doesn't care much

for jokes about banks.

Well, $40,000 is no joke.

Not to him, I bet.

It's a joke to me.

The whole world's

a joke to me.

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