Shadow of a Doubt Page #3

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"T.S. from B.M."

But... Why, it must be someone's initials.

Well, I've been rooked.

The jeweller 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.

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?

That's one thing we do.

Rake in the dough.

Can't promise to give it back.

Well, I'll go downtown in the morning

and open an account.

- 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 -

- Don't talk against the government.

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.

- It's a waltz.

- I know it is, but what one?

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.

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.

- 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 about.

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.

- Ann, Roger, help me here.

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.

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.

But you wouldn't beat yourself to death.

I'd do it 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.

OK? And you tear it down here.

And you tear it there.

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 any more.

Besides, that's Papa's paper.

Oh, Roger, look what

we ' ve got. A nice, little red barn.

- You've got Papa's paper.

- Oh, that's alright.

Simply unfold it.

Nobody will ever know the difference.

What are you two doing?

- You know that's father's paper.

- It's my fault. I was playing a game.

- Didn't think about it as Joe's pap.

- Oh, that's alright.

Here's page one, five... eight.

- What did you do with three and four?

- We never touched it.

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.

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?

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.

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.

Oh! Uncle Charlie, you're hurting me.

- Oh, Charlie.

- Your hands.

Charlie, I didn't mean to hurt you.

I was just fooling.

It was nothing. Just... Just some gossip.

Not very pretty,

about someone I once met up with.

Not for you to read.

Forget it.

- Good night, young Charlie.

- Good night. Pleasant dreams.

- How long is Uncle Charlie staying?

- 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.

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.

- 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 a while

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

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