Shadow of a Doubt Page #9

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- There's mother's gloves.

Mother and her gloves.

She's always losing things.

All mothers lose things.

Someday, she'll be losing you.

Mothers don't lose daughters,

they gain sons.

Yes, but gain isn't always the word.

Now, take me.

Who'd want a detective

for a son-in-law?

- My father would.

- He would?

If you told him you were going to marry

a detective, he wouldn't disown you?

It wouldn't have to be me. There's Ann.

No, Ann wants to marry a librarian.

She told me.

So she'll always have

plenty of books around to read.

What's the matter?

I was laughing.

It's been so long since I laughed.

I like it when you laugh.

I like it when you don't.

I guess I like you whatever you do.

- I guess I like you.

- I'm glad. I like you too.

Funny how you happen to meet someone

and like them and... like them.

Mm-hm.

- Charlie?

- Yes?

I suppose it couldn't ever really happen

some day that you'd tell your father...

You know, about marrying someone,

a detective, I mean.

- I don't know.

- I didn't mean to tell you.

I wanted to wait until you'd forgotten

the mess we've been through together,

till you didn't think of me as part

of something unpleasant and frightening.

I wanted to wait and come back

and then tell you.

But I can't help it.

I want to tell you now.

I love you, Charlie. I love you terribly.

I know it's no time to tell you now

and I'm sorry. Do you mind?

- I don't mind.

- Do you think you could think about it?

- About your loving me?

- And perhaps your loving me?

I- I'd like us to be friends. I know that.

We are friends.

- I'd like to have that to think about.

- Nothing more?

I don't know, Jack.

I... just don't know yet.

Alright. But I may come back?

Oh, please come back.

Please come back.

Listen, Charlie.

When I go, go back to that square

in the middle of town.

Take a good look at it.

That's where I first knew I loved you.

That's where we had the fight

and I didn't know what to do.

I like my job,

but I didn't like it that night.

I hated it that night.

- You hate it now?

- No, not now.

You know, this is a swell place.

I'm going to put a bronze plaque up.

That door's always banging shut!

Oh! It sticks.

Uh!

What are you two locking yourselves

in the garage for?

- When I was young, it was the parlour.

- Hello, Mr Oakley.

- I was saying goodbye to Charlie.

- In the garage?

The door got stuck.

Now I'll have to say goodbye to you.

Let's say goodbye out here on the lawn.

No use taking a chance on the garage.

- Finished here?

- All finished, but I'll be back.

- You ' ll be seeing me around.

- Oh?

Not on business, though.

I can understand you coming back.

Charlie's a fine girl.

She's the thing I love most in the world.

I mean it. Have a nice trip, Mr Graham.

And don't take any more photographs

without permission.

Rights of man. You know, freedom?

We'll have a talk

about freedom some day, Mr Oakley.

- Bye.

- Goodbye.

Don't forget to write.

Remember, you have the addresses.

Jack!

Anything else? I've got butter, fruit,

green thread and go to the library.

And whatever vegetable looks freshest.

If I've forgotten anything, I'll send Ann.

Alright.

Mother!

Charlie! Darling! Are you hurt?

I tripped.

Oh, what is it? Is it your ankle?

I don't think I'm hurt.

I grabbed the banister.

You might have been killed!

I worry myself sick every time

one of you comes down these stairs.

They're too steep and rickety.

They ought to be fixed.

Are you sure you're all right?

When are you leaving, Uncle Charlie?

Oh, come now. That other business,

it's all over. I'd like to forget it.

- We're all happy here.

- When are you leaving?

I'm not going, you see.

Not yet. I'm not going.

I want to settle down. Live somewhere

people know me. Put some money by.

- Start a business. Be part of the family.

- I see.

The most sensible thing for you to do

is to be friends with me.

I can do a lot for you, Charlie,

for all of you.

No, not you.

We don't want anything from you.

- I wish I'd told my mother about you.

- I know what you've been thinking.

How would your mother have felt?

What would it do to her now?

How about your father?

His job at the bank?

What would become of all of you

if everything came out?

You needn't be afraid. I can't tell them.

But I'm not afraid. What would you tell?

Who'd believe you?

A waltz runs through your head.

You don't like the initials on a ring and

connect it up with a newspaper clipping.

Now, you haven't even got the ring.

I don't know what became of it.

- You have it.

- I?

I gave it to you.

I don't want you here, Uncle Charlie.

I don't want you to touch my mother.

So go away, I'm warning you.

Go away, or I'll kill you myself.

See? That's the way I feel about you.

- Here you are, Joe.

- Oh, perfume.

- Just the fresh, clean smell of lavender.

- Yeah, I know.

You look very handsome, both of you.

- I'm proud of the two men in my family.

- Emmy, you're a dream.

It's a pity the children

have to sit on our laps.

It's going to be a tight squeeze.

It won't do my pants any good.

- Joe, I wish you could drive.

- We do it this way.

- Charles, you'll sit -

- He can sit in the back with Dad.

The children can fit in beside them.

Nonsense. I'm getting a cab.

You all go in the taxi.

- Charlie and I'll go in the car.

- No, Uncle Charlie, you go in the taxi.

I want to ride in the taxi!

Course you do. So it's all arranged.

- Charlie, run out and get the car.

- I'd rather drive the family.

I want you to hear my speech

on the way. You're my severest critic.

Anyway, we need a taxi.

Ann, go call Mr Abercrombie.

Mother!

Mother, please ride with me.

Father can take the children. Please!

Bet I'll be the only man outside

of Charles fool enough to dress up.

Then you'll be the only other on e

to be correct. You look distinguished.

Charles, are you all ready? Joe, are you?

Wait a minute!

I've got to get my overcoat.

Please, dear. Hurry!

Take your time, Emmy.

They can't start till I get there.

It's getting chilly in here.

KSRO, Santa Rosa,

with studios in Vallejo

and Santa Rosa, California.

May as well have a little music

while we wait.

Oregon State Police pressed theirsearch

today for five -

Oh! Does it have to be so loud?

Gets the lower tones better.

I likeit loud! If the music's too soft,

I can't tell what they're playing.

If I have a band,

I'm a-least have 87 men.

Help, everybody!

Somebody's caught in the garage.

They're suffocating!

There's something wrong with the door.

Joe!

I'll take her. I've got her.

Joe, there's some whisky on my bureau.

Get it quick.

- Charlie. Charlie. Dear Charlie.

- Charlie?

Emmy, rub her feet.

Roger, run get something to fan her with.

Charlie!

Ann, don't, dear.

Charlie? What are you trying to say?

Go away.

Go away.

Emmy, she wants you.

I'm here, darling. Here's mother.

That's right, my baby.

That's right, my brave little girl. Here.

- Take a little sip of this.

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