The Unsuspected Page #4

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have met somewhere.

You wouldn't be so sure.

But I don't quite remember.

You don't remember me At all?

I'm sorry.

All those weeks In brazil.

Before you let anyone

know you were alive...

Why? What happened to you?

Why should you think

something happened to me?

You were ill,

weren't you? Very ill.

Well, yes. I was suffering

from exposure and shock, if-

Only that, or was there

something more?

You had a nervous

breakdown, didn't you?

Didn't you?

Yes.

That explains it-

amnesia and shock.

I should have known when

you told me about Oliver.

I didn't tell you about Oliver.

Yes, you did.

At this hotel, at this very table.

This is where we met,

Matilda. You've forgotten.

Why should I forget when

there's nothing to remember?

No? Not even our marriage?

Marriage?!

You're my wife, Matilda.

Well, that's impossible.

You're Mrs. Steven Howard.

Here's our wedding certificate.

It's a forgery,

and you're lying.

Why should I?

You know that better than I do.

Perhaps because my father

left me a fortune.

So did mine. Shall we

compare checkbooks?

No, it had nothing to do

With your money.

I married you

Because I loved you.

I know I was very ill, but

They said it was hysteria.

I remember everything that happened.

The shipwreck, Oliver...

If I married you, why should

I forget that and nothing else?

Probably because you wanted to.

You weren't in love with me.

I knew that

when we were married.

But I only-It isn't important.

You obviously regret

having married me.

But I didn't marry you!

Waiter...

Yes, sir?

Thank you, sir.

Didn't you like your

Cassie, Mrs. Howard?

You bribed him to say that!

Well, there's no use

going on with this.

If you don't remember, or

won't, that's all there is to it.

I'll take you home, and that's

the last you'll see of me.

I don't suppose you

remember this, either.

Should I?

We were on our way

to be married.

We took the next turnoff.

Take it now.

I'd like to meet the man

you say married us.

How do you do?

Could you tell me If-

My dear! We read in the

paper that you were safe.

How very kind and thoughtful of

you to come here, Mrs. Howard.

But, you see,

I'm not Mrs. Howard.

My wife would like to see

Judge Maynard, if she may.

Of course. Come right in.

You can wait right in here.

The judge is performing.

A wedding service in the study,

but of course you remember.

You've seen me before?

I never forget a bride,

No matter how many I've seen.

Just a moment. I'll tell

the judge you're here.

But it's a mistake! It must be!

Well, we were married.

There's no mistake about that.

But I'm afraid I rushed you

into it, and I shouldn't have.

But I don't understand!

Why can't I remember?

Oh, my! Well, goodbye!

Thank you so much. Goodbye!

My dear, I'm so happy

you're safe.

But you couldn't

possibly know who-

My wife's been under

a great strain, judge.

She doesn't remember.

There seems to be some doubt in her mind.

Whether our marriage was

The right thing or not.

I see. If there's

anything I can do...

Perhaps there is, sir.

In a few days, after you get

everything straightened out,

We'll get an annulment

If you want to.

Judge Maynard will help.

Of course.

I'll do anything I can.

You're very kind.

I'm very grateful to you

for being so patient with me.

It's all right, Matilda.

I'll take you home.

Goodbye.

You got to stop it,

Mr. Grandison.

I can't take any more!

I wouldn't entertain

any awkward ideas

about hastening my departure

from the scheme of things

if I were you, press.

You got to leave me alone!

Will you please stop

trying to convince yourself

that you have enough

courage to murder me?

And give me that

ridiculous weapon.

Give it to me, I say,

before I lose my temper...

A thing I detest.

I can't sleep, I can't eat.

Not since that broadcast...

When you called me

"The unsuspected."

How do you think I felt?

Well, if I were in your shoes,

I should feel extremely

uncomfortable.

Now, for the good of your soul,

I want you to hear something.

Come along with me.

For many years now, I've

been recording my programs.

Before broadcasting them-

Just for practice purposes-

So that my listeners

would have the benefit.

Of every full, rich tone.

Now, occasionally,

this device has other uses,

one of which I now commend

to your attention.

Press, on recording:

I swear, Mr. Grandison,

I didn't mean to kill her.

I was only threatening her

when she screamed.

Victor, on recording:

But you were overzealous, press.

Why didn't you tell the police?

Press, on recording:

I didn't dare.

Victor, on recording:

Why are you confessing to me?

Press, on recording:

Because I...

Where did you Get that?

I made it...

On the occasion of

your first visit.

The microphone was hidden

as you told me your story,

So it turned out to be

one of my best programs...

For which

I'm properly grateful.

How very untidy of you...

And so impetuous.

Now, you don't really imagine

that I'd be foolish enough

to let you destroy

the only copy, do you?

There are others.

And if anything

ever happens to me,

the police will be

listening to one of them.

Why don't you leave me alone?

I intend to.

I work for my material.

I have to call on many

different kinds of people

at many different times.

What is it you want from me?

Nothing, actually.

My interest in you

is largely clinical.

I am wondering, though, how

long it will take the police

to arrive at the same

conclusions that led me to you.

I could help them.

I may have to.

I could kill you!

What good would that do?

Here. And no more of

that silly business.

Goodbye.

And don't come here again.

I'll call you if I need you.

You know, press,

I rather enjoy playing God.

That's strange. I

thought I saw somebody.

We'd better get in

out of the rain.

Oh, please, not the front door.

I don't feel quite up to

facing the others just yet.

There's an outside stairway

leading up to my room.

I can slip in without

anyone knowing it.

Please explain to Victor.

Tell him I'll talk to him

in a little while.

Althea:
Well, darling...

You completely missed the

welcome mat we put out for you.

Why, Althea, I-

I was just putting on a suitable

face for your triumphal return.

I didn't expect

to find you here.

Well, welcome home

anyway, darling.

You look as though you'd been

fished out of several oceans.

I need a little time

to pull myself together.

I'm afraid you'll

have a long pull.

I took your room over

Because...

Naturally, of course,

we didn't think

you were going to come back.

I suppose you'll

want me to leave now.

I really don't care.

Oh. Well, in that case,

You'll find

all of your things in my room.

Oh, tell me one thing, darling.

No, not about the shipwreck.

I read enough about that

in the newspapers.

What I want to know is,

how did you ever manage

to catch a man

like Steve Howard?

We always thought of you as

such a quiet little mouse,

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