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and stop them, help them?

Yes, but what about those people

who refuse to be helped?

It's useless to even try.

Oh, no. It's never useless.

Not if your chance of helping

is one in a million. It's wrong not to try.

I know that from my father.

So many things exist only

because people of goodwill...

...want to ease pain and suffering.

You feel quite deeply about it,

don't you, Mrs. Garroway?

You bet I do.

My, that sea is near.

Looks like a wonderful beach.

Is there good swimming?

- No. Rip tide.

- Looks very calm.

You can't always see that undercurrent,

but it's there.

- Like life.

- That's right.

What's that dark haze over there,

between the hills?

It's the fog starting to roll in.

It'll be getting dark very soon.

Can I take you back to the house?

No, no. You go ahead.

I'll stay here for a while.

Thanks a lot for taking me around,

and forgive my philosophical outburst.

I shouldn't apologize for that.

I think it was very well said, very true.

Well, anyway, goodbye.

- Bye.

- Thanks a lot.

- What are you doing here, Ann?

- Alan, you frightened me.

Well, I... It was such a beautiful day,

I thought I'd take a ride...

- What were you looking for?

- Well, I wasn't really looking.

- When did you get here?

- Just now.

I came down from Seattle

to meet you here.

- Here? Why here?

- I think you know why, Ann.

- No, I don't.

- I asked you not to pry.

- I asked you to forget about Mike.

- You couldn't have...

Warmsley mentioned

you asked for the keys.

I thought it was important

that I come, Ann.

If we don't understand each other now,

we'd better, before something happens.

- Was it wrong to come?

- You're my wife. You've never seen Mike.

He's managed to get a hold on you

and make trouble.

He had a diabolical cleverness

about pushing people around.

He always knew how to get his way.

You keep saying "had" and "knew."

- Alan, is he dead?

- How should I know?

I don't know anything about him.

I hope he is.

- Alan, how can you?

- How much do you think I can stand?

He's got you sneaking around corners

trying to find out things about him.

Well, what have you discovered?

I'm here to help.

Let's find out everything we can

about him.

A man who likes music and books,

wouldn't you say?

Pipes. These are his pipes.

Props for the strong,

silent philosopher role.

Pipe and a book of verse.

You'd have fallen for that, wouldn't you?

He'd have read you poetry and told you

whimsical stories about his neighbors.

And his guitar.

He played cowboy songs.

It made him popular...

...and got him a lot of free help.

Knew other songs too.

Sentimental, romantic ones.

He'd have been glad to play them

for another man's girl.

- I'm sorry...

- I know you're sorry. That doesn't help.

Why couldn't you figure

that I'd had enough, and do as I ask?

If there's anything else you wanna know,

ask me now.

Don't ask Warmsley or the natives

or the bellboys, ask me.

I'll tell you anything if you'll only stop.

I was wrong to come here

if you didn't want me to.

But for you to come and shout at me and

treat me as though I were a criminal...

Whatever I did, I did for us. To find out

what comes between us because of him.

You want me to close my eyes

to all this, and I've tried.

But, Alan, it's our life together

that he's hurting, our marriage.

And I want our marriage.

We'd better start back.

Mr. Garroway.

- Mr. Alan Garroway.

- Garroway?

It seems to me I heard Garroway

being paged yesterday in Seattle.

Mr. Alan Garroway.

Mr. Garroway?

Thank you, sir.

It's from Warmsley. He's got me

on a plane back to Seattle at 9.

Alan, couldn't I go with you?

There's only one seat. I'll try and arrange

for you to follow me tomorrow.

Everything that man touches just zooms.

He's lucky, that's all.

Well, he's shrewd too.

Very few big firms were ready

for reconversion, but Garroway was.

Garroway knows all about reconversion.

Look at his wife.

I've never met her.

I saw her in Washington

the day they were married.

- Oh, you know her?

- Yes, he had a huge party.

She couldn't have looked dowdier.

Of course, the poor girl had on

her Sunday best, but really...

- He's very attractive.

- Yes, but he doesn't wear well.

- Good evening, Miss Wilcox.

- Good evening, Alfred.

Five, please.

Well, Ann.

Going to be thrown

by a bunch of cheap gossip?

- Alan, I'm thrown by the truth.

- Meaning what?

I was rather dowdy that first night

in Washington.

- You expected me to be, didn't you?

- I what?

You're so very observing

of women's clothes.

- You knew I wouldn't look smart.

- Oh, Ann...

You could've waited to have me

meet your friends, until I looked right.

I thought you were trying

to spare my feelings.

But the truth is...

...if no one saw the before...

...you wouldn't get the credit

for the after, would you?

That's ridiculous, Ann.

Why should I do that?

So that you could exhibit me

as your very own invention.

Like the Garroway Flight Control.

What do you mean by that?

You know, Alan...

...I think I have a glimmering now

of why you married me.

I wanna know what you meant

about the flight control.

Nothing. What the woman said.

All right, what else do you think?

Why did I marry you?

You wanted another girl,

but she fell in love with someone else.

I happen to remind you of her.

Only, I was so terribly admiring of you.

You had the illusion

of having her there yet...

...Iooking at you as she never had.

And then you thought...

...if you could make me outshine her...

You're mad, Ann.

Yes, Alan.

I think sometimes I am.

I feel as though I were living in a dream,

haunted by your obsession...

...your hatred for your brother,

all around...

...all around us.

Ann, things between us

look pretty black right now.

It's hard to talk.

But I wanna tell you that...

That I love you.

The way I acted tonight was unforgivable.

I'll never speak that way to you again.

I'll go on to Seattle alone, and you'll

have a couple of days to think.

And when you do, try to keep

a little old-fashioned trust...

...and blind faith in our marriage.

I want our marriage too, Ann.

It's very important to me.

It's going to last and grow.

Please try, Ann.

- Hello, Miss Burton.

- Come in.

- It's awfully nice of you to be...

- Let's save the formalities.

You wanted to ask me something?

All right.

I don't want to ask you anything

you don't want to answer.

Mrs. Garroway.

If I agreed to see you, it's because

I'm curious about a few things myself.

- I'm sorry. It isn't easy.

- I bet. Want a drink?

No, thank you.

You're a funny girl to be mixed up

with Alan Garroway.

- Really?

- I don't like him, you know.

In fact, I despise him.

- Does that answer one of your questions?

- Not quite.

- I love him.

- All right. You love him.

What do you want me

to tell you about him?

It's Michael that

I don't know anything about...

...and for certain reasons,

I think I should.

I can imagine.

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