Three Secrets Page #8

return of the rescuers

he has sent on a dangerous mission.

And the Red Cross is still in position

to serve food and coffee

to the newspaper reporters and others here.

On the job also are the Air Force men

maintaining constant communication,

tired from a vigil that has lasted many hours.

Is the manager around?

Where can I find Mrs. Chase?

Who?

Mrs. William Chase.

Isn't she registered?

Nobody's registered.

I wouldn't know if Buffalo Bill and Annie Oakley

were in the bridal suite.

Can you page her?

What?

I said can you age her?

You've got a loud enough voice,

why don't you page her?

Are you Mr. Chase?

Yes, I am.

Jackson doesn't know it,

but your wife's in his room.

Thanks.

Bill.

What's the matter? What's wrong?

Don't... please.

Don't say anything.

Just let me talk.

There's something I should have told you

a long time ago.

I may lose you because of it,

but I have to tell you.

Before we were married, before I met you...

I was in love with a boy.

I... I thought I was...

and...

Bill, I...

I think Johnnie Peterson's my child.

I couldn't tell you, Bill.

I wanted to, but I just couldn't.

Didn't you think I loved you enough?

Oh, Bill.

It must have been awful for you

wondering about him.

And now to find him like this.

I'm not sure he's my child, but...

if he is...

If he is... he's my child, too.

I couldn't deny it to you.

Not after the years

of happiness you've given me.

Now...

let's go out and wait for him.

I see.

That's what I thought.

Oh, wait a minute.

Give me those dates again,

will you, Harry.

Okay, good-bye.

Hello.

Who?

Just a minute.

Long distance for you, Miss Horn.

Is that it?

I don't know.

Hello.

Yes, this is Miss Horn.

Hello, Mark.

I don't care if you might have had

to serve ten years.

Whose child is it?

Oh.

Thanks.

Well?

He's yours, Ann.

Good morning, ladies.

Anything left in my bottle?

I'll let you in on a secret, Phyl.

Your syndicate's got a partner.

I know about Miss Lawrence, too.

I spotted her yesterday.

There was something familiar about her.

What about it?

All Lawrence while serving a sentence

for the slaying of Gordon Crossley

gave birth to a son on September 15th, 1944.

Need I say more?

Tell me, Miss Lawrence, how does it feel

to be the mother of that boy?

You're gonna make a beautiful

hunk of copy.

You come with me.

My paper will cut her down to size.

And you'll probably get a bonus.

I wouldn't be a bit surprised.

It'll help make up for the two nights

I've spent in this creep joint.

And what's your paper going to do

for the boy?

I don't get you.

He's the one

who's going to be hurt by all of this.

What is this, Phyllis, song and dance?

I'm just asking you not to print it.

Even if they get that kid down alive

he's gonna be in a pretty tough spot.

Right back where he started.

Just don't think it would be a very nice feeling

to be the one who ruined

what chance he's got...

by telling the world that his mother

killed his father.

I'm touched, Phyl, but it's a story.

I had the story yesterday.

It could have been on the streets by now.

A good newspaperman leaves his emotions

at home when he goes out on a job.

You ought to know that.

All right, Hardin, I've done my best.

Now you go and do your worst.

Go on, what are you waiting for?

Tears from the Rock of Gibraltar?

Beat it, you got a story to file.

One thing first.

Why are you taking this so hard?

Are those real?

Smog.

Level with me, Phyl.

What's your stake in this?

All right, Hardin.

I'll give you an exclusive.

That might have been my kid.

For a while yesterday I thought it was.

Well?

Print that, too.

That's a story.

The story's dead.

You aren't going to use it?

Look, it took a lot of guts

for you to tell me this, didn't it?

You of all people.

No, I won't use the story.

Thanks, Hardin.

Two things I never thought I'd

live to see.

Me killing a story and...

Phyl Horn worrying about somebody else.

Yes, sir...

It's been quite a morning.

Hey, watch it, Hardin.

You're liable to end up with a tambourine.

It's all right. There'll be no story.

The boy. Is he all right?

Will he live?

He's going to be all right.

You were really cut out to be a mother,

weren't you?

Who is the mother?

Did you find out?

We cancelled the call.

But why?

We thought it was better

if we never found out.

In a way, he belongs to all three of us

and since all of us can't have him...

we decided that you're the one

to try to adopt him.

I don't understand.

Yes, that was our decision.

But you can't just leave it like this.

You're not being fair to yourselves.

You'll blame yourself all your life

if you don't find out.

Listen, Susan. You can get Johnny.

No court in the world would turn

you two down.

But if he's yours.

Even if he turned out to be mine...

I have nothing to offer him.

Don't make me find him

just to lose him all over again.

It's much easier to tell myself

that maybe he's yours.

You know how much this means to me.

I wish it were different for you.

You'll never have to worry

about Johnnie again.

Neither of you.

Come on, champ, I'll buy you

a cup of coffee.

You know?

I just noticed something for the first time.

It's beautiful.

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