Strangers in the Night Page #3

Unless you think it's necessary.

I assure you, I wouldn't come back

unless I thought it was necessary.

- Of course. Goodbye, doctor.

- Goodbye.

Dr. Ross.

- Yes?

- I want to talk to you.

- Why? Of course.

- When can I see you?

- Whenever you like.

- Then I'll come to the office tomorrow.

Please, don't say anything

about it to Mrs. Blake.

Of course not, if

you don't want me to.

Thank you, doctor.

- What are you doing out there?

- Nothing. I just came out for a moment.

- You're lying. You talked to that woman.

- No, I didn't Hilda.

I didn't even see her.

Hey, we caught us a real character out

there. From that Blake menagerie.

Name of Ivy Miller,

got time for her?

Have I, bring her in even

if you have to drag her.

Okay, you're the doctor

as the saying goes.

Would you come in, please, Miss Miller?

Won't you come in?

- Dr. Ross... - Now there's no

reason to be nervous, Miss Miller.

- I know, but...

- Please sit down.

Just as I told you, I'm having

terrible trouble getting to sleep.

If there's anything you

can give me that will...

I'm afraid it'll be little difficult

for me to prescribe anything.

- I know so little about you. - There's

nothing seriously wrong with me.

It's just that I'm... nervous, that's all.

There's always a reason

for nervousness.

People have problems, conflicts. Sometimes

they're troubled by those about them.

There is nothing like that, doctor.

Mrs. Blake

and I've been good

friends for years.

I must say that yesterday

you gave me the impression

you wanted to tell me

something important.

I didn't mean to...

I'm sorry. I must have been mistaken.

I'll give you something to help you sleep.

- I, Dr. Ross...

- Yes?

I just hope it's strong. I really can't

sleep.

I think you will find it strong enough.

You have to take this to

Britton's Drug Store.

They are the only druggist in

town who can fill it.

Dr. Ross, you're right, I haven't told you

why I really came here.

I thought not. Now why don't you

sit down and tell me quietly.

It's about Rosemary and Mrs. Blake.

Pardon me.

Hello?

Oh, Mrs. Blake...

No, no, no, no.

No, she isn't.

If she comes in, I'll be glad

to give her your message.

Yes, I understand.

You have to excuse me now, Mrs. Blake.

I'm really very busy.

Goodbye.

What the heck did you do to her?

She went out of here like a bat out of...

whatever bats go out of.

- What's it all about?

- I don't know yet.

Give me the Britton's Drug Store Tommy.

I want to talk to Mr. Britton.

Good morning.

Dear, I'm so clumsy. I do hope I didn't

disturb you.

Not at all. As matter of fact, I was

rather hoping you'll be around.

Thank you. Is it alright for you to be out

of bed?

I'm feeling much better. Dr. Ross told

me over the phone, I might get up today.

She is an awfully nice girl,

isn't she, Mr. Meadows?

I'm not Mr. Meadows, Miss Ivy.

Johnny isn't a terrible

hard word to say, is it?

I'll try.

It certainly would look funny if

anyone came in right now, wouldn't it?

Yeah, more or less if we were a high

class crap game using flowers for dice.

Miss Ivy, I wonder if you could tell me

something. It's very important to me.

I will if I can.

When is Rosemary coming home?

Didn't Mrs. Blake tell you?

I'll be frank with you Miss Ivy,

The reason I've asked you because

Mrs. Blake doesn't seem to want to say.

She may have her reasons, of course...

but she keeps telling me to wait

and that Rosemary will be here.

- But she won't tell me when.

- I don't know anything.

You'll have to find out from Mrs. Blake.

Well, there is something I'm

sure you could tell me however.

- Who painted Rosemary's portrait?

- I do not know.

Oh, you see. I studied painting in San

Francisco, before I joined up.

I know that technique.

- Are you sure you don't know the

name of the artist? - No, I don't.

Mrs. Blake could tell you, Mr... Johnny.

Okay, I'll ask her.

Johnny, what are you doing out of bed?

- Mrs. Blake, I wondered if you could tell

me...? - You don't have to tell me.

Because I know, you went down to see

Rosemary's portrait, didn't you?

Who painted Rosemary's

portrait Mrs. Blake?

I think I know the

man who did it.

Do you?

Well, I can't recall his name

but I'm sure I know him.

I have a surprise for you. Come.

Come in, Johnny. Come.

This is Rosemary's room.

Her own room.

It really is beautiful, isn't it?

She has wonderful taste, Johnny.

Mrs. Blake, where is Rosemary?

- I have been here two days now and

I still don't know. - Johnny...

I promise you, you'll see her. And soon.

Come, I'll show more of the real Rosemary.

She has beautiful taste in everything.

Can you smell the perfume? The rarest I

could get for her.

This perfume makes me feel

almost as if she were here.

Right with us in this room. Can you

feel her presence here, Johnny?

Mrs. Blake I don't like being here.

I feel if we were spying or something.

If you'll excuse me, I'd like to leave.

Ivy.

Would you tell Mrs. Blake I'm

going into town to see Dr. Ross?

- Oh, is anything wrong, Johnny?

- No, I'm fine.

- Well if you wait we'll drive you into

town. - No thanks, a hike will do me good.

- Ivy, where did Johnny go? - He went into

town to see the doctor.

- Doctor? Why Is he ill?

- I don't think so.

What does she want with him?

Ivy, get the car.

- Thank you, Doctor.

- Goodbye.

- We're doing better.

- No flatters.

The only reason were doing

any bit is the poor fellow

happened to get his hand

caught in a mowing machine.

I'm tired, Tommy. How about

getting me some Joe?

Getting you some what?

Joe is marine slang for coffee.

My, how you get around?

I ought to call the Blake house.

Looks like the Blake house

is coming to see you.

- Who?

- A Randy Dandy.

A what?

Nurses' slang for a marine.

Hello, Johnny. How do you feel?

Fine. There's something I

want to talk to you about.

I think I'd better have

a look just the same.

Well, all right. But I can tell you right

now, first rate.

I'm practically a cured man.

That's for the doctor to say.

And when she's through

saying you think she may

be called upon for some

non-professional advise?

If it will please the patient, but now the

back.

- Leslie...

- Face down, please.

- Does that hurt? - Just a little

sensitive. But that's not what bothers me.

What does?

That's where non-professional

advice comes in.

You can get up now, Johnny.

Leslie, is something going

on at the Blake house?

Well, I just can't understand it.

- You're out of uniform, Sergeant.

- Sorry.

Now, you can tell the

doctor your troubles.

I don't wanna talk to a

doctor, I wanna talk to you.

It's about Rosemary.

- She isn't back, is she?

- No, that's what bothers me.

Now let's examine this calmly Johnny.

After all you yourself are on a highly

emotional state.

The feeling you have there being something

wrong might be just your imagination.

Now when Rosemary comes

home tomorrow or the next

day you will find that

everything is perfect.

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