Shadow of a Doubt Page #2

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- 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.

- Ssh.

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 lungpower.

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.

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?

- Your Uncle Charlie.

Did you say "Charles"?

And our Charlie's sending him a telegram.

Now, what made her think to do that?

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.

- 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.

- How you feelin', Mr Otis?

- Pretty well.

A little weak

but pretty well on the whole.

Mm-hm.

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.

- My husband's a doctor and if there's -

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.

Well, you don ' t look very well either.

Ah, here we are. Come on, children.

Close the door, there. That's right.

- 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.

- Me, sick? Well, Joe, how are you?

- Alright, Charles.

Roger. Hello, Ann.

I bet you don't remember me.

I remember you sort of.

You look different.

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. I'll take that.

- Thank you, Joe.

That's it. Come on. Let's go.

Come on, Roger, get these bags.

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

- The prettiest girl on the block.

- Charles.

Mama, nobody got off the train

but Uncle Charlie.

- Let me look at you.

- There was only us meeting somebody.

- To think you could take the time off.

- There was only one bed made up.

- 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.

Emmy, how's he look?

Same old Charles, eh?

Roger, Ann, get these other bags.

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.

Come on, Roger.

- 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.

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.

- Look at that. Oh, dear now.

- Joe. Don't know whether you had one.

You didn't have to think of me, Charles.

Presents for the children are alright.

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.

Oh, Charles. What is it?

- You shouldn't have. Really. No.

- Well, yeah.

Oh, Charles.

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-hm. All along, Emmy.

All these years.

Safe in a deposit box,

no matter where I was.

Oh. Grandpa and Grandma?

53 years ago.

Aren't they sweet?

My, she was pretty.

Everybody was sweet and pretty then.

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.

- And 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.

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 theEast

Richmond HighSchool. 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 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.

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.

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.

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