All language subtitles for BAMBIMOFG 1957 ENG

Morning, Professor
Hamilton. Telegram.

- Thanks, Luke.
- Thought I'd bring it to the house...

- ...and not wait till you get to the college.
- Good idea. Nice day.

- Nippy. More snow in the air.
- Yes.

- Morning, professor.
- Good morning, Luke.

Morning.

- Fruit's on.
- Oh, Lucy.

Mr. Garroway's coming
to see me this afternoon.

- When he comes, please ask him to wait.
- He an eligible?

- Eligible what?
- You know what.

Is he between 25 and 40,
sound of wind and limb?

Oh, I should think
Garroway's about 30.

- Well...?
- Well, what?

Can he support a wife?

After a fashion.

I should judge he has a
rough 10 million dollars.

Ask a foolish
question, get a fool--

Do you want your daughter
to be an old maid?

Nothing wrong with
being an old maid.

"Nothing wrong with being
an old maid. " Nothing right.

I'm afraid we'll have
to leave that up to Ann.

Now, don't go leaving
it up to her too long.

Men'll get tired
asking her someday.

Even Professor
Bangs'll get tired.

- If that ain't him now, I'll eat the doorbell.
- You're vicious this morning, Lucy.

- Fruit's--
- On.

Good morning, Lucy.

- Fruit's on.
- Good.

Rummy, get out of that lab.

Haven't I told you a thousand
times to keep out of there?

You come here, you
old rapscallion.

You bunch of trouble.
Come here, Rummy.

- Hello, Lucy.
- Good morning.

Hello, Rummy.

- Hi, Ann.
- Rummy.

I thought I'd drop by to walk
your father to the college.

Stop lying, Joe. You
smelled Lucy's breakfast.

If you want the truth...

...I came to see if you looked as good
this morning as you did last night.

Oh, Joseph, not on
an empty stomach.

Door's open, professor.
Cooling off the house.

Sorry. Didn't notice.

Always a little chilly
when I'm around Ann.

- Hello, Bangs.
- Morning, sir.

- Just gonna have breakfast. Join us?
- I don't mind if I do.

What are you gonna do some
morning when he says no?

- Faint.
- Well, a man in love...

...and being constantly frustrated has a
drain on his strength. Needs nourishment.

- Ann turn you down again?
- Resoundingly.

- Last night, 8:00, Eastern Standard Time.
- Shut up, Joe. You do run on so.

- Sit there, Bangs.
- Thanks.

Can I reach Ann from here...

...in case I suddenly ask
her again and she says yes?

Don't fumble at me, Joe.

I wonder what Rummy
wants in the lab.

Speaking of angels.

All right. Come on in,
you old spoiled thing.

Come on, Rummy. Come on. Get
up in your place. Get up there.

Get up there. Come
on. That's a good boy.

No, but, Dink, it's very mysterious.
Rummy used to hate the lab, and now--

Hey, Rummy. What do
you want in that lab?

You know, tetradite has a smell in its
earlier stages like fresh hamburger.

You mean, Rummy might
be eating tetradite?

But he might blow up.
He might blow us all up.

Go ahead, Rummy, I don't
care. Life has lost its savor.

ln the meantime, I haven't got
classes, Ann. How about taking a walk?

No, you take a walk, Joe.
I gotta clean the lab.

Maybe you ought to give
Bangs a chance, Ann.

Hey, you. Lucy on
my neck is enough.

Where I'm concerned, I guess
there just isn't any spark.

Well, Joe, if you must be
banal, that's right, no spark.

And where there's no
spark, there's no fire.

- No eggs, Lucy, dear.
- Eggs are ready.

Oh, not poached.

- Oh, please, not poached.
- Today, Friday.

Then they are poached.

Rummy, be ready and be
quick. I'm depending on you.

If you can eat tetradite,
you can eat poach--

Oh, poached eggs.
That's different.

If you've got a guest,
you'll want a special dinner.

- He won't stay for dinner.
- What guest?

- A man.
- Alan Garroway.

Not Garroway.

I bet he comes in riding
piggyback on Henry Kaiser.

Not Kaiser. Just Garroway,
flying in from San Francisco.

Dink, you're
joking. Not Garroway.

Why does everyone say, "Not
Garroway"? What's wrong with him?

You mean you don't know? The
young captain of industry.

The inventor of the
famous distance controller?

Ask a foolish question, get
a foolish-- Is he married?

For full details on Mr. Garroway,
read practically any issue...

...of practically any magazine.

"Read your monograph on
tetradite. Taking this liberty.

Stopping by. See you
early this afternoon. "

If I didn't know it before, I know
it now: I've got a famous father.

People come from all over
the world just to see you.

Garroway, he's strictly
big business, you know.

Smooth as patent leather.

Met him in Washington. Didn't
like him. You won't either.

Don't be too sure.
Eggs are getting cold.

Sorry.

Pray for me.

Go to it, Rummy. Get going, get
going fast. Get go-- And then...

...believe it or not, he
scooped up that fumble...

...and he ran 29 yards with
it before he was called back.

Lucy, I bet you
wonder what I'm doing.

It's 6:30.

Good gosh.

- Where does the time go?
- Oh, don't worry. He's still here.

He must be long-winded.
What does he look like?

There's nothing wrong with him.

Dinner's been ready
for half an hour.

6:30, that's awful.
I've got to rescue Dink.

His stomach always begins to growl
before 6 and your lovely dinner.

I'm not worrying about my
dinner or your father's stomach.

Why hasn't your father had
you in there to meet him?

- What do I know about tetradite?
- Quit talking silly.

That's got nothing to do with it.

It certainly is taking Dink
a long time to brush him off.

- Okay.
- That's all you're gonna do to yourself?

- You're a mess.
- Lucy...

...he didn't come to see
me. Honestly, he didn't.

Well, he sure won't stay to
see you in that condition.

Come on, boy.

And that way, tetradite can be in
general use all over the world...

...in a matter of
months instead of years.

I'll go still further.

I guarantee to manufacture it at a price
that'll stop it from being unfairly sold...

...or exploited to the
public by anyone else.

Oh, Ann, dear. Mr. Garroway.

- My daughter.
- Miss Hamilton.

How do you do?

How do you do?

I'm sorry. I've been cleaning.

- I hope you'll forgive me for barging
in. - I'm the one who's barged--

You're going after the
Regent Chemical Plant?

- I understand it's the best.
- It should be all set by now.

My manager, Mr. Warmsley,
is in Washington now.

- He came on for the negotiations.
- What is this? What's it all about?

Oh, I'm sorry, Ann.
Here, take a look.

You know I can't read those
blueprints. What's going on here?

I'm turning tetradite
over to Mr. Garroway, Ann.

It's all here. Quick, practical, cheap.
We'll be underway in a month, you say?

I guarantee it, sir.

You were very
confident, Mr. Garroway.

I think "presumptuous" is the
word you'd like to use, isn't it?

Well, maybe.

- Dinner will be ready in 10 minutes.
- Dinner?

- Yes. You know, dinner.
- It's nearly 7:00. I'm terribly sorry.

I'm not. You will
join us, of course.

- Of course.
- You gentlemen have some sherry...

...while Miss Hamilton
changes for dinner.

Oh,
but I--

Yes, naturally. I
won't be a minute.

Sure you wouldn't
prefer a cocktail?

No. No, thank you very much.

- Your mother?
- Yes.

She died three years ago.

What a sweet-looking face.

She was sweet, all right.
She was a scientist too...

...as good a one as
dad, and a dynamo.

Mine was just the opposite.

Mother was an invalid for years.

Whenever it snowed, she always
said that's what she missed:

Walking in the snow.

Why am I talking like this?
I hate being sentimental.

- I like it.
- I think I knew you would.

Is that why, Ann?

Am I trying to please you?

Whether you're trying
or not, you are.

Mr. Garroway, I was wondering...

...were you surprised
when I-- ? When we-- ?

- Met?
- Yes. Did I remind you of someone?

No. Whatever put that idea in
your head? Quite the opposite.

You look like no one
I'd ever seen before.

That would be it. Someone you'd never
seen before and given up trying to find.

It's quite a shock.

Rummy, mind your manners.

One of the tragedies of my life.
Dogs don't seem to care for me.

- It's a sign of bad character.
- Oh, Rummy's a fine one to talk.

He has no character
at all, lazy little...

Eats tetradite.
Steals it and eats it.

I've got a dog in Virginia, boy,
that'd make two bites out of you.

But I like you better,
even if you don't like me.

Well, you'll have to forgive him.

If he could read, he'd know
that he was snubbing a celebrity.

- Every magazine you pick up...
- Spare me, please.

No, seriously.

As an American, I'm very proud to be
sitting here with you in my own house.

- As an American?
- Yes.

How do you feel
about it as a girl?

As a girl?

Tickled pink. But that, Mr.
Garroway, is my business.

And catching that last plane is
my business. I wish it weren't.

I'm sorry Dink didn't get back.

It's all right. Anyway, tell him how
grateful I am for his cooperation.

- I certainly shall.
- Goodbye.

- Good-- -
I'm sorry.

- Electricity from your feet.
- Yes. Did you see the spark?

Spark?

How fresh this
always is, and new.

It always takes me
into another world.

Whatever world it was you were
in, my dear, you were not alone.

Of that I'm certain.

- What do you mean, Dink?
- Garroway.

- Dink.
- Yes?

You mustn't say that.

Mustn't speak the truth?

Well, that's not the truth.

- I'm nobody, he's...
- A man. Chemically speaking, a man.

All life isn't chemistry.

More than you think. But
that isn't bad, it's nature.

Oh, dear. Professor Joseph Bangs.

- Hello, Joe.
- Hello, Ann. Saw the lights.

Thought I'd take a chance on finding
you. It was just the sheerest impulse.

- Flowers for you, Miss Hamilton.
- Well, thank you very much.

Come on in, Joe.

Now, why didn't I think of that?

Good heavens. Hello, Bangs.

- Good evening, sir.
- I can't imagine...

- I can. - Did anybody
answer the-- ? Well.

Dozens of them.

What a nice way for him to
show his respect for you, Dink.

Roses don't show respect,
roses show intentions.

And we haven't got a vase
big enough to hold them.

Garroway?

Typical ostentation. I felt
the same way when I met him.

Too much personality
for a scientist.

He's not a scientist.
He doesn't claim to be.

He invented the Garroway
Distance Controller.

Won the war with
it, single-handed.

It was-- It is very important.
Not only in war, in peace.

However, in talking to him...

...I felt I knew more about
his invention than he did.

I don't see why Alan Garroway has to be
attacked because he has a personality.

It's no crime, you know. Not yet.

Excuse me.

Oh, Dink, that was silly of me.

- Joe go away mad?
- No.

Bangs is all right. He
doesn't mean any harm.

- I imagine he's a little jealous.
- Oh, it's ridiculous.

- Alan Garroway isn't thinking of me.
- Now, before you say it...

- ...another telegram came from him today.
- It did?

- He'll be back Thursday.
- He will?

Well, of course.

- He has to.
- Oh, no, he doesn't have to.

I know what you're
thinking, and it's nonsense.

- I'm nobody, and he's-- -
Don't you ever go to the movies?

- It happens all the time.
- Dink, look at me.

You're my father. You love me.
I probably seem fine to you.

But Alan Garroway...

Look at me. Take the scales
off your eyes and look.

You look.

Ann.

- Ann, look here.
- What?

Nothing yet. A little
alcohol, caustic acid.

Now change the formula.
A little, just a drop.

There.

- No nonsense now. That's tetradite.
- What's that got to do with me?

Well, love is a chemical
formula, like anything else.

I recognize the formula.

That's a very romantic
conception, Dink, for a scientist.

You're as bad as Joe
Bangs with his spark.

Don't fight, my dear.

Don't fight feeling
the way you must.

But don't think I like the idea, I
don't. I'm a jealous father, selfish.

- I like our life together.
- Me too.

But it's happening.
Nothing can stop it now.

You're foaming, my dear.

- I'm not foaming.
- More than you think.

Now, pour you into a tube.

Let's call it a church.
Now change the formula.

Just a drop. Just a drop
of religious ceremony.

- The world changes.
- Nonsense.

Is that what you'll say
a few weeks from now?

When the chemist of heaven in
a long, black robe asks you...

To have and to hold
from this day forward.

For better or worse,
for richer or poorer...

...in sickness and in health,
to love and to cherish...

...till death do you part.

I will.

I now pronounce you man and wife.

All right?

I've been higher than this the
last few weeks, much higher.

- Will you fasten your safety belt, please?
- Yes, thank you.

This is it. Washington.

I'm impressed.

The nearest I've ever been
is a letter to my congressman.

I wired Warmsley to meet us.

He's the manager of
the San Francisco plant.

- Oh, I can't-- - Just
relax, Mrs. Garroway.

- What did you say?
- What, Warmsley?

No, no. Who? Mrs. Who? Who?

You're very sweet.

Mrs. Garroway.
Mrs. Alan Garroway.

Judas.

- Hello, Mr. Garroway.
- Warmsley.

This is my wife,
Ann. Mr. Warmsley.

The daughter of
Professor David Hamilton.

- How do you do? Let me.
- How do you do? Oh, no.

That's all right. I can
take this. I have a car.

- What was the matter?
- Nothing. Why?

Well, he looked surprised. Why?

- Didn't you tell him?
- Surprised?

He knew I went to see your
father about tetradite.

You don't look at
all like tetradite.

He's a good manager, Warmsley is.

- How's the conference going?
- All right, Mr. Garroway.

- I can leave for San Francisco tomorrow.
- Fine.

There's the Jefferson
Memorial, darling.

Oh, Alan, this is
an exciting town.

We'll have dinner and then
friends are coming to meet you.

- People?
- Yes.

Some of my friends are
people, nice people.

- Don't worry, darling.
- Oh, I'm a coward. I'm scared to death.

They'll probably take one look
and say, "Where did he dig her up?"

You'll be the most beautiful woman
there. You wait and see. Huh, Warmsley?

Oh, yes, I should say that Mrs.
Garroway has nothing to fear.

Nothing and no one.

- And the food was dreadful.
- You're mad!

- It's the best in town.
- Very nice to see you again.

- Alan. A few people?
- There aren't more than 30 or 40.

Thirty or 40? They're all wearing
black and jewelry. My hair.

Don't be silly,
darling. You're stunning.

Alan, I'm not stunning.
I'm just plain dowdy.

Why didn't you tell
me? This is awful.

You're not gonna be thrown by
black dresses and diamond clips.

I'll get you all
you want of those.

Come on, Mrs. Garroway.
Chin up, chest out, let's go.

A condemned man ate
a hearty breakfast.

- No, you're joking.
- Not at all.

It happened right in
the Senate chamber.

- No. No.
- You don't believe me?

This is General and Mrs. Rand.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

- It was simply fraud.
- Ellen, this is my wife, Ann.

- How do you do?
- Senator Pelley.

Mrs. Garroway! An honor
and a pleasure, ma'am.

- Thank you very much.
- Alan, you sly dog. She's a treasure.

- Laura, this is Ann. Miss Webb, darling.
- Hello, my dear.

- You're looking very handsome.
- Thank you.

- That's a good dress.
- Like it?

Just a little old thing
I found in the ragbag.

It could be the way you wear it.

- Mrs. Garroway.
- How do you do?

Come on, Ann. Let's go over here.

Side boys, a relic of the past.

Oh, hello, Alan. Henry's
away on his seahorse again.

- We were talking about-- -
Don't tell me it's side boys.

Mrs. Donegan, Captain Donegan,
Captain Rich, my wife, Ann.

For what purpose do
they serve, I ask?

- Side boys.
- Tradition, captain.

- Come here for a moment.
- Excuse me, darling.

Even civilians talk
about tradition nowadays.

Let me tell you how
ridiculous this is.

Don't let us frighten you,
my dear. We're quite harmless.

I'm not frightened,
really. I'm just frightened.

He sent the records to this
bureau. Before he knew it...

- ...he'd been transferred.
- They are talking English, aren't they?

- I've hardly understood a word.
- Oh, you're a lucky girl.

- Julia, darling.
- Yes, Mary.

The governess has a
perfect plum for you.

- You mean the thing
we-- ? - Absolutely.

Oh, wonderful.
Excuse me, my dear.

I'm sorry. Pardon me.

Mary.

See you Tuesday, then?

All its resources, hospitality...

Here we are. Ann, this
is Sir Frederick Wilmuth.

Mrs. Garroway. There's Basil.
You'll forgive me. Alan.

It's going beautifully,
darling. They adore you.

Only 300 words, but the
cables absolutely melt.

Let's see. Who you
don't know? Miss Madson.

Mr. Edley, Mr.
Hollister and Mr. Badger.

Tony was just opening
the top drawer for us.

Tony's the only man who
really knows the answers.

Excuse me, darling.

- Oh, please go on.
- Well, to cut it short...

...before Ourasanoff could
get back to the embassy...

...Svenska and Sir
Gerald had cornered Binky.

That's wonderful. That's
Binky Alisbesque, you know.

As a result, Archie never
even saw Svenska's communiqu�.

- Archie is Lady Melling's cousin. -
When he got to the State Department--

I know about that. Binky deliberately
told Svenska about Sir Gerald.

- And then-- - That
isn't what happened.

Sir Gerald was in the
House chamber at the time.

He was trying to
line up Steven Jones!

Poor Archie.

Wait till he comes
up against Tony.

- And Peters.
- And Peters.

What is it, Ann?

- Oh, stop it. I don't know-- -
You shouldn't-- You shouldn't--

- What?
- Shouldn't have married me.

- They know it was a mistake.
- Mistake?

Should've married
one of those women.

They all have husbands
or sweethearts.

Didn't you see how
they were looking at me?

They were thinking, "She
doesn't even know how to dress. "

- Is that all that's-- ? -
Alan, they tried to be nice...

...but they thought
I was pathetic.

I'm gonna take this off
and never see it again.

- It's a perfectly nice dress.
- It's not. It's hideous.

- I never want to see it again. I'll burn it.
- There's nothing wrong with this dress.

- I might as well dress in a potato sack.
- Let me help you.

You're stuck with a wife who
doesn't know how to dress.

- She doesn't know how to behave.
- You seem to be stuck in this zipper.

- Alan, get it off,
please-- - There. Look, look.

We'll go shopping.
We'll get everything.

By tomorrow night, you'll be the
best-dressed woman in Washington.

You're already the loveliest.

Oh, Alan, I'm sorry
to be such a boob...

...but I do wanna
be good for you.

- I wanna be right for you.
- Will you shut up?

I'll learn.

I studied chemical
formulas to help Dink.

I'll learn to talk like your
friends. I'll learn to be like them.

I don't know how the heck
I'll do it, but I'll do it.

If you do, I'll kill you.

- Who do you belong to?
- You.

That's all that matters to me.

Is it, Alan? Is it?

If you ever forget that,
you'll be very, very sorry.

Will you please take that
away before I buy it...

- ...and make a figure of fun of myself.
- No, Gwen. That's for Booth 3.

Hello, Mrs. Foster. How are you?

Of course, I don't believe
any of this. It's a lie.

- You just relax.
- If I relaxed, I'd drop dead.

Doing very well,
aren't we, darling?

Now, this--
This is my pet.

I've been absolutely hiding it until
that special customer came along.

This suit is Mrs.
Garroway, that's all.

You like it, Ann?

All I can say is, if that suit
is me, I've certainly improved.

All right, we'll take it.
You can wear it tonight.

Tonight? Oh, I am sorry, but you
see, this is the original model.

- Okay, we'll take the model.
- But we never sell our models.

- It isn't even in the works.
- Please ask Cora.

- Tell her that special
customer appeared. - Well--

Alan, you know so
much about clothes.

How could you have let me wear
that brown horror last night?

- I'm in love with you. I didn't notice.
- You must have. I think you did notice.

But you couldn't do anything about
it, so you just didn't tell me.

Darling, you must-- Oh, my feet are
tired. You must tell me from now on.

Don't be afraid of hurting me. I
don't know much about these things.

Is that Alan Garroway?

- Hello, Mrs. Foster.
- I might've known.

The cash and the figure.
Nice you got together.

This is a neighbor from
Virginia. A friend of my mother's.

- Mrs. Foster, my wife.
- Delighted.

Read you were married.

- When are you coming to Middleburg?
- Soon.

Remember that strip of
woods you were after, Alan?

- Decided to sell.
- I'll certainly have another look at it.

Well, you made a
good choice, Alan.

- She looks like a fine, honest girl.
- Thank you.

You...? You ride, of course?

I'm afraid I'm not good at it.

We're born on horses in
Middleburg, aren't we, Alan?

- Yes.
- You're not bad...

...but his brother Michael is
the boy with the light hands.

He's a horseman. How
well I remember them both.

Michael sailing over my fence like
a bird, with Alan straggling behind.

By the way, Alan, how is Michael?

What's this about wanting
to buy my original?

Are you trying to put
me out of business?

When she wears that dress
tonight, you'll be in business.

- It's impossible.
- That's just why I want it.

You might as well let him
have it. He'll get it somehow.

How well I know. All right,
let him have the model.

Goodbye. I look forward to
seeing you in Middleburg.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye, Alan.

And make Ann practice her riding.

She's nice. You didn't tell
me you had a brother, Alan.

We've been busy, Ann.
I haven't had a chance.

We're a little late. I'll
wait outside while you dress.

Something's troubling you, Alan. You
haven't been yourself all evening.

Is it something I've done?

You're surprised that I
hadn't told you about Michael.

- Your brother? No, we haven't-- -
Spoiled my first day alone with you.

It's perfect. It's typical.

Good old Mike.

I'm sorry it had to come like
this, Ann. I meant to tell you.

Please don't tell me anything
if it's painful to you.

I want you to know.
You'll have to some time.

You'll meet people in San Francisco
who knew Mike, who love him.

Adore him.

He does that to people.

Mother adored him. He was
her favorite. I also ran.

Mike's bright. Very bright.

Knew how to handle people,
make them eat out of his hand.

When my father died, we took
over the San Francisco plant...

...began to experiment. Mike ran
the business, I was the engineer.

That's when I started
working on my flight control.

I hardly ever saw Mike. He
didn't have any time for me.

We were making money
hand over first...

...on automobile gadgets
and airplane stuff...

...when suddenly, we
began to run out of money.

I couldn't figure out why.

Mike had bought a ranch about
30 miles outside the city.

He gave big parties,
collected horses and girls.

I decided to call
in my own auditor.

Mike must've thought I was an
imbecile to do it the way he did.

It's like putting your hand in
a cash register. Just like that.

He was stealing from
you? Your own brother?

Yes, my own brother.

I drove out to see him.

I don't think I'll
forget that night.

Mike had a big party
going on at the ranch.

He was pretty drunk.

When I told him, he didn't
bother to argue with me.

He told me to get out...

...go back to playing with
my little flight control.

He said I'd never do anything about
him, not while Mother was alive.

And I didn't.

The next year was something.

I guess he knew it was just
a matter of time, so he--

He really let me have
it every way he could.

I suppose I hated Mike then as
much as I've ever hated anyone.

Anyway, Mother died. Mike disappeared.
I don't know where he went.

Last I heard, he was in the Army. I
hope so. I hope it did something for him.

He disappeared because he was
afraid of what you might do to him.

Maybe, but Mike's
not afraid of me.

I remember his face
the last time I saw him.

I keep thinking he's alive somewhere
and hating me the way he must.

I even felt I didn't have
the right to marry you.

- Don't say that, Alan.
- I'm sorry, Ann. I shouldn't have said it.

He can't hurt us if
we hold each other...

...never let him come between us.

Why should he? What's
Mike got to do with us?

Oh, nothing, except,
while you were speaking...

...it was as though a shadow...

I'm sorry. We'll never think
or speak about it again.

All right.

But if anything ever does come up
about him to upset you, you'll tell me.

- You'll let me know.
- Nothing ever will.

I've nothing left for Mike
but an overwhelming desire...

...never to see him again.

Hope we don't. I
do so hope we don't.

Darling, I'm so
deeply sorry for you.

And yet, in a way,
I'm glad you told me.

Because it means you're not as sure
of yourself as I thought you were.

You need me, even if it's
only to help you forget.

Yes, I do need you, Ann.

You may have a no-good brother, but
you're going to have a good wife.

Best wife you'll ever have.

I'll make it up to you, Alan.

I'm so grateful to
you for so many things.

It's as though you'd led me by the
hand into a strange and wonderful world.

- A world to dream of.
- Why dream?

You're here, you're
mine, and I love you.

Nora.

- Where is 3 Cambridge Street?
- Three blocks east, Mrs. Garroway.

Three blocks east.

Madam, the news just telephoned.

They want to know, is this dinner
party your fifth or sixth of the month?

- Why do they wanna know that?
- It's customary.

I see. Well, I really don't
know. The fifth or the sixth?

I haven't the vaguest idea.

- The sixth, I believe, madam.
- I see. Thank you.

I think you'll find the
seating in proper order.

I put Justice Putnam on
your right, of course.

Of course. Who is
Mr. Henry Gilson?

A new congressman from
the Midwest, madam.

Wondered why you placed
him in the doorway.

He's no one important, madam.

That explains it. Thank you.

Sorry, Henry. You're
not important, poor guy.

There are only four or five
of these, as far as I know.

And they're all in
private collections.

- Hello.
- How do you do?

I'm looking for a
print. Sort of a--

- A hunting print?
- No. Not exactly.

- Audubon?
- Well, like that.

That's lovely. What is it?

- That's a Dickens scene.
- Oh, ickwick.

- Yes, ickwick apers.
- I like that.

- May I have it?
- Why, certainly.

Could you send it right away...

...to Professor David
Hamilton of that address?

- It's a birthday present.
- Tomorrow morning?

That'll be fine. I'll
pay you for it now.

Oh, no, I haven't
any money with me.

Would you charge it to
me? I'm Mrs. Alan Garroway.

- Of course.
- I'm at the Vendome.

Oh, Mrs. Garroway,
I'm glad you came in.

Only last night I was looking at a
book that your husband left to be bound.

It's been here for some time.

Oh, here we are.

My house, I say. But
hark to the sunny doves

That make my roof The
arena of their loves

And fill the chimneys
With their murmurous song:

Our house, they say.

Are you sure that this
is Mr. Garroway's book?

Why, yes, from
Middleburg, Virginia?

Yes, that's right.

It's a fine old book, isn't it?

And very much used. I
had to be quite careful.

- Do you like the binding?
- Yes, it's a beautiful binding.

I'll just take it with me, then.
That all right? Thank you very much.

- Goodbye, Mrs. Garroway.
- Goodbye.

Excuse me, madam.

Would you look at the
table again, please?

- Why? Is it different?
- The flowers.

Oh, they're very pretty.

I always feel so sorry for flowers
at a dinner party, don't you?

- They die so quickly.
- Yes, madam. Will that be all?

Yes, thank you.

Nobody important. Poor guy.

Mr. Justice Putnam, do you mind?

Don't you fret, Henry.

You're just as important
as anybody here.

More so. Now...

And what part of the Midwest
do you come from, Mr. Gilson?

- lowa.
- Oh, I love lowa.

- So big and full of corn, isn't it?
- Yes, ma'am. Yes. Yes, it is.

- Judge Putnam.
- Yes?

The Supreme Court decided the
Tideland's case in '42, wasn't it?

Yes, '42.

Shall we go into the other room?

You may serve the coffee inside.

- Delightful dinner, wasn't it?
- Oh, yes.

- Oh, Ann.
- Yeah?

Just a minute, sorry.

Are you trying to be
rude to Judge Putnam?

Why did you have to
seat him in the doorway?

The draft might do him
good. He seemed stuffy.

- I invited him here for a reason.
- I'm sorry, darling.

I don't know what got into
me. I'll make it up to him.

I haven't talked about
myself so much in years.

You're learning diplomacy
fast, young lady.

If you keep it up, Washington
is going to love you.

I hope so, because I love
Washington, especially now.

The spring is thrilling. It creeps
up on you. You almost feel it.

You should be in South
Carolina in the spring.

It's like nothing I've ever
seen anywhere in the world.

I'm sure of it.

What part of South
Carolina, Judge Putnam?

Charleston. I have a house on the
bay, just across from Fort Sumter.

The blues and the whites
in April are, well...

- Get down there very often, sir?
- No, not often. I miss it.

I feel it belongs to the
people who take care of it...

...whose families have lived
on the place for 100 years...

...more than it belongs to me.

- That's very generous of you.
- Not only generous, I think, but wise.

My father once told me, when we
were discussing possessions...

...how foolish we are to think that
we ever possess anything in life.

- What do you mean, Ann?
- Well, Judge Putnam understands.

No one ever really owns anything.
All we have is a temporary use of it.

It just isn't true to say
"my this" and "my that. "

- Not even "my wife"?
- That's different.

No, but, I read
something today...

...which says what I mean better
than anything I've ever heard.

- I'm ashamed to say I memorized it.
- I'd love to hear it, my dear.

Well, I found it in an old book
of poems. This one was marked.

And I thought to myself, the
man who marked this poem...

...is someone I understand
and who understands me.

We speak the same language.

Remember it, darling?

My house, I say. But
hark to the sunny doves

That make my roof The
arena of their loves.

Our house, they say. And
mine, the cat declares

And spreads his golden
fleece Upon the chairs.

And mine, the dog, And
rises stiff with wrath

If any alien foot
profane the pa-- ath.

Charming, Mrs. Garroway.

Well, I may have left out a line
or two, but that's the general idea.

I remember it now. It's
by Stevenson, isn't it?

Yes, it is.

He has a trick of voicing
things we'd all like to say.

I hope everything went
all right, Mr. Garroway.

Yes, thank you, Mrs. Delwin.
Everything was fine. Good night.

- It was a nice party, wasn't it, Alan?
- Yes, it went very well.

How about driving to
Middleburg tomorrow?

Oh, Alan, could we?

I'd like to look at that property
again. It's good protection for us.

Oh, that'll be exciting, the house
where you were born and grew up.

It'll be beautiful at this
time of year, won't it?

Yes, beautiful.

Alan, here's the book.

- Book? What book's that?
- The book the poem come from.

That's not my book.

Yes, it is. You remember. You sent
it in some time ago to be rebound.

I'm afraid it's a mistake.

- But they had the name and Middleburg.
- It's a mistake, Ann.

We'll leave early. You don't
need to take much stuff.

- All right. But I'm positive.
- It may be a little isolated for you.

- There's no telephone.
- No telephone, so they can't get at you.

Sounds like heaven.

You won't be bored?

- Bored? Will you?
- No.

No, tell me seriously, Alan. Will you
hate being cooped up with me for days?

- Why do you ask that?
- Because I love you...

...and I can't help noticing
when we're alone, how--

How a lot of the glow you have
with people sort of goes out of you.

- What's the matter, Ann?
- I don't know. Nothing.

I just want to be
reassured, I guess.

Consider yourself reassured.

You'd better get some sleep if we're
going to drive to Middleburg tomorrow.

Well, if it's a mistake, I
suppose I'll have to return this.

But I hate to.

I'm tempted to keep it.

Alan, what's the penalty
for stealing books?

Stop shoving that book at
me. I don't wanna discuss it.

Don't you know whose book it is?

- What?
- Keep throwing it at me.

Even memorized the
poem. It's not my book.

- I told you that.
- I didn't know--

He got you. The gentle
boy who loved poetry.

You speak the same language.

He understands you, you understand
him. Isn't that what you said?

I only memorized it because
I thought it was yours.

Yes, of course you did.

That was very unfair of me.

I shouldn't take it out on
you, the way I feel about Mike.

Forgive me, Ann.

I forgive you, Alan.

What beautiful country.
How much farther?

We're almost there.

We haven't even passed anything
that looked like a house for ages.

- No, we're pretty isolated.
- Where does Mrs. Foster live?

On down the road, quite a ways.

Those woods we were talking about
lie between our place and hers.

Alan, look through those trees
there. That beautiful field.

Yeah, this is the
beginning of our place.

Our place.

Ours. I take it all back. The
possessive case is wonderful.

Oh, Alan, it's a dream.

Might be a cold dream, except for
George. Been closed for over a year.

Those are the stables
and the garage there.

The orchard's on the other side.

- Who's that?
- That's Bate.

Hello, Bate.

Hey, now, don't you back away from me.
You're supposed to be glad to see me.

He's shy, isn't he?
Come on, old fellow.

- Come here.
- Now, Bate, don't carry on like that.

What you carrying on for, when
people wanna be nice to you?

Now, you be nice to them. Come
here. Come here. Come back here!

He's all right, ma'am. Just ain't
used to seeing strangers here.

We'll get acquainted.

- Thought you were gonna give him away.
- I tried, but he keeps coming back.

- How you been?
- Fine, thanks.

- This is George, our caretaker.
- Hello.

- Glad to know you.
- Looks all right.

Oh, it's beautifully
kept. So neat.

- Thank you, ma'am.
- How are the horses?

They're all right, Mr. Alan.

- I'll get the bags.
- Thank you.

Come on, darling.

Alan, if you try to carry me
over the threshold, I'll scream.

Don't worry, I won't.
You weigh too much.

Alan, how charming.

- I'm afraid it's a little grim.
- Not grim, darling, it's beautiful.

A little lonely, perhaps, a little
unused. It needs some light and air.

Open your shutter.

Now. See?

That makes a difference, doesn't
it? What's it like upstairs?

Well, let's take a look.

This was my mother's room.

Yes, I can tell that. It's sweet.

George, put the bags
over there, please.

Wish I knew what she looked like.

Isn't there a picture
of her somewhere?

- Used to be, but Mr.
Alan-- - I took them down.

You know how that junk accumulates.
Stored the personal stuff.

It does rather smother
you after a while.

Wanna ride to Mrs.
Foster's? You don't have to.

- George can fix you something.
- No.

- I'll wait for dinner. I'll stay and change.
- I won't be long.

- Care for a cup of tea, ma'am?
- Maybe later, thank you, George.

I hope I haven't picked
any of your favorites.

No, ma'am. I'll have your tea
ready for you in just a moment.

Don't rush. I'm
going out for a walk.

- Oh, George?
- Yes, ma'am?

Could we have dinner
in front of the fire?

Yes, ma'am. I'll put
a table right here.

That'll be nice.

And if Mr. Alan comes home early,
why, tell him I'm out by the stables.

Come on, Bate. Come on.

All right, have it your own way.

Snob.

Hello.

You've got a sweet face.

What's your name?

Maggie, I'll bring you a carrot
the next time I come down.

Hello, old fella.

Better get away from that
stallion. You better get away.

He's dangerous, isn't he?

He's a devil horse, that's what.

Nothing but a devil can ride
him. I saw him break that horse.

I saw that animal
trying to throw him.

I saw him beat him
with his whip...

...until he was black in the face as
that critter's hide. And he was swearing!

"I'll ride you or kill you! "

There ain't no horse he
can't ride, so he said.

I seen him. Yes, ma'am!

I'm waiting. I'm watching.
He's coming back some night.

And the moon am dark,
and get on that horse...

...and lay the whip to him! And that
black thing is gonna rear up like:

- There'll be
nothing-- - Hey, Ben.

They'll be going
down. You better get--

I told you to keep away. You're
not supposed to be in here.

Now, get out and stay out.
Now, come on. Go ahead. Go on!

I hope he didn't scare you,
ma'am. But he's plumb out his head.

Oh, no. He didn't
scare me, George.

That's Mr. Michael's
horse, isn't it?

He was a great horseman,
wasn't he? Mrs. Foster told me.

Yes, ma'am, he was.

I think we better
go home, George.

Oh, and I think I will have
that cup of tea now, George.

- Yes, ma'am.
- Hi!

- Who are you?
- Telegram for Garroway.

Oh, you startled me. I'm
Mrs. Garroway. Thanks.

Hi, George.

- George?
- Yes, ma'am?

- I like my tea very strong.
- Yes, ma'am.

All right, George, you take it.

Hello, darling.

Alan, what is it?
What's the matter?

- Who was playing that? Who was it?
- Well, I was playing the piano.

You? Why did you play that piece?
Answer me. What made you play it?

I don't know. I play it
often. Dink taught me.

Why? What's the matter?

Your father.

- Your father taught you that piece?
- Yes. Alan, what is it?

Yeah. Yes, he-- He
plays. I'd forgotten.

That's a-- That's a piece that
anyone might play, mightn't they?

Of course they might.
Alan, you're shaking.

You're ice-cold.
Tell me what's wrong.

My mother died sitting at
this piano, playing that piece.

You see, Middleburg isn't
all happy memories for me.

I wish I could've
known your mother.

She must've been
a wonderful person.

She had to be to be your mother.

Finding out that she loved
that piece makes me know her.

It was my father's favorite too.

Funny.

Your mother played it, and you heard
it when you were little, so did I.

That's a bond between us. One
we didn't know about, isn't it?

Yes.

- Having dinner in here?
- Poor darling.

I'll go clean up a bit.

I fixed the cocktails.
You want me to shake them?

Oh, no, let me do it,
George. I'd like to.

Mrs. Garroway must've been
a wonderful woman, George.

Yes, ma'am. She was.

She was an invalid for a great
number of years, wasn't she?

Yes, ma'am. She
laid up in her bed...

...never complaining,
always smiling.

This piano must've been a great
comfort to her when she did get up.

- Piano?
- I know what it means to an invalid...

...to be able to play.
My mother did a little.

Mrs. Garroway never
played no piano.

She always said she
only knew two things:

Her flowers and her boys.

Mrs. Garroway never
played the piano?

No, ma'am. Mrs. Garroway
never played no piano, no time.

But she died sitting at
that piano, didn't she?

No, ma'am. She died
upstairs in bed.

- Bring dinner anytime it's ready, George.
- Yes, sir.

Cocktails. We can use
these, huh, darling?

George's cocktails are the best.

Almost good enough for you.

To us, darling.

To us.

You're awfully quiet tonight. Too quiet.
Are you tired of Middleburg already?

I am kind of quiet, aren't I?

Well, I'm tired, but
not of Middleburg.

I did an awful lot of
rambling around this afternoon.

- A wire came for you.
- Yes, I saw it. It's from Warmsley.

It looks as though we might have
to go to San Francisco on Thursday.

You don't seem very enthusiastic.

No, I was thinking.

I was thinking they can
get at you if they want to.

Yes, if they want to.

I'd better get to a telephone
and send Warmsley an answer.

Want to ride along, darling?

- Oh, I'm so tired.
- All right. You stay here and rest.

I'll hurry.

- What is it, George?
- Nothing, ma'am.

What were you afraid
of? You knew I was here.

No. I heard the front door,
and I thought you went out.

Then who did you think it
was? Who did you think it was?

Who could it be? Who
used to sit at that piano?

- Oh, please, ma'am.
- Yes.

- Nobody.
- That's not true. You were frightened.

- Who did you think
it was? - Please--

- Michael?
- No, ma'am.

You did think it was Michael.

- I ain't seen him in years.
- He did play that piece, didn't he?

Oh, Miss Garroway, please don't tell
Mr. Alan I was talking about him.

About Michael?
Don't worry, George.

You weren't talking
about him, I was.

I won't tell Mr. Alan.

How he must hate him.

He's tried to take every
sign of him out of this house.

Erase him completely.
No pictures, nothing.

Won't even talk about him.

That's why he didn't
tell me the truth.

George?

- Yes, ma'am?
- George, we--

We must help him. Mr. Alan
has been terribly hurt.

We've got to find
a way to help him.

Yes, Miss Garroway.

- Mr. Garroway. How do you do, sir?
- Jean.

This way, please.

I feel guilty. Do you
always get what you want?

What a wonderful-looking
girl. Do you know her?

Yes.

- Alan.
- Sylvia. This is my wife, Ann.

Sylvia Burton. An old San
Francisco friend of mine.

You make it sound like old
Frisco Sal or something.

So nice to meet you.
Isn't this a mob scene?

- It certainly is.
- Here I go, it seems.

So nice to have run
into you. Goodbye.

- Goodbye.
- Excuse me.

- Well, who is she?
- Who?

- That girl, Miss Burton.
- Sylvia? Old friend.

Just an old friend?

Well, sort of.

- Jealous?
- You bet. She's lovely.

Far too lovely for an old friend.

You've got it all
over her in every way.

Sylvia's-- Sylvia's changed a lot.
She's got a look of having been around.

Since you learned how to
dress, she can't touch you.

People wouldn't notice
her with you in the room.

You're wonderful. You're
the perfect husband.

Catty about every other woman.

- Good evening.
- Hello, Warmsley.

- Mrs. Garroway.
- Mr. Warmsley.

Pull up a chair.

- May I?
- Certainly.

Sorry to intrude, but
my plane just got in.

Things are really
popping in Seattle.

The best thing would be
for you to get there soon.

- What's wrong with Henderson?
- He does what he can.

- But without real authority, there--
- He has as much authority as you have.

Not quite.

I really think it would be best for you
to have a look. I've brought some papers.

I'll be back in a minute.

- Excuse me, please.
- All right, darling.

I just saw Miss Burton.

Has Mrs. Garroway met her yet?

Let's see those papers.

- Oh, hello.
- Hello again.

Sorry I was pushed off like that.

It's really crowded, isn't it?

- Staying at the hotel?
- Yes, I am.

- How do you like San Francisco?
- Wonderful.

- So many bridges.
I've never-- - Yes.

- So many to cross.
- I beg your pardon?

What do you hear from Michael?

Oh, nothing much.

- Where is he, anyway?
- We're not sure, quite.

He hasn't written to
anyone here that I know.

Did you ever meet him?

No, I haven't. I'm
looking forward to it.

- What's he like?
- Well, he isn't handsome.

I thought not.

I imagine he and Alan
are quite different.

Quite.

You know, there've been some pretty
unpleasant rumors about Michael.

Well, whatever they are,
I'm sure they're not true.

Are you?

Yes, I am.

Sorry.

What I really wanted to know...

...I was beginning to have a funny
feeling that he might be dead.

No, I'm sure Alan would know.

Yes.

You know, Miss
Burton, this is funny.

When I first met you, I wondered who
it was you reminded me of. It's me.

Not our features. Nothing
you can put your finger on.

Just something intangible.
Have you noticed it?

No. Oh, is that your glove?

Oh, thanks.

Maybe it's the way we
dress or walk or something.

Flight 57.

Flight 57, leaving for
Seattle in five minutes.

Flight 57, leaving for
Seattle in five minutes.

Here. They're all there.

- You arrange a car for Mrs. Garroway?
- The one we drove out in.

- Bye. Have a good time.
- I will. Come back soon.

Two or three days at the most.

- Bye.
- Bye, Mr. Garroway.

- Bye, darling.
- Bye.

Thank you very much. If there's
anything you want, please call me.

I will. Thank you.

Mr. Warmsley?

Would you wait a minute, please?

I wonder if it would be possible
for me to see my husband's office.

- Certainly.
- You know, I never have...

...and I've always been
curious as to what it was like.

Well, it's important, isn't it?

My, that's an impressive mural.

What are
they-- ?

Awards.

And awards.

Don't you ever get a sharp
note from the government...

...saying your last
batch was miserable?

I'm afraid not.

It's not a very
personal place, is it?

What were they like when it
all started? The plant, I mean.

Aren't there any pictures?

You know, the kind they usually take
of people who were in at the beginning.

There are some in my
office, Mrs. Garroway.

May I see them?

Please.

Thank you.

Like this. What's this?

The original building,
and some of the first men.

- How interesting. Are they still here?
- Three of them are.

- Where's the other one?
- He's dead.

- Which one is he?
- This one.

Oh, Carl Steuer?

Oh, I see my husband.

- And that's you, isn't it?
- Yes.

You're the only one
dressed in city clothes.

Well, I was a bookkeeper.

Which one is my
husband's brother?

- I've never seen--
- He's not there.

He took the picture. We were
having a barbecue at his ranch.

His ranch? Oh, yes, I
remember. Mr. Garroway told me.

- What happened to it?
- Mr. Garroway took it over.

Oh, my husband owns it?

- Where is it? How far?
- About 30 miles.

That would be a
nice ride someday.

- Did you know Michael
very well, Mr.-- ? - No.

Is there anything else you'd
like to know, Mrs. Garroway?

No, I just--
Thank you.

I'll be very happy to show you
the plant whenever you like.

You know, Mr. Warmsley...

...I think I'd like to
drive out to the ranch.

- I'm afraid that's not practical.
- Why?

For one, the ranch is isolated.
The fog is bad this time of year.

- There's a caretaker--
- That sounds wonderful.

You know, I've seen
Nob Hill, Chinatown...

...the Embarcadero, Gumpel's,
everything in the city.

I'd love to spend a
day in the country.

- Would you give me the keys, please?
- Very well.

I'll get the keys and
send them in the morning.

And I wonder if it would be possible
to draw me a kind of a map of the road.

- Certainly.
- Thank you. It's very kind of you.

- Goodbye, Mr. Warmsley.
- Goodbye.

Oh, how do you do?

- Are you the caretaker?
- Yes.

I'm Mrs. Alan Garroway.

- Oh, I'm sorry.
- No, no.

Go ahead with what you're doing.

I'm just going to
look around the house.

Pardon me, have you
the keys to this door?

I don't think it's locked.
It's probably just stuck.

Hasn't been opened. There.

Thank you.

I'll be leaving in a few minutes.

- Is there anything else I can do for you?
- No. Thank you very much.

- Mister...?
- Gordon.

Mr. Gordon, would you mind telling
me, did you know Michael Garroway?

Yes, I did. I'm a
neighbor up the road.

What was he like to the people
here? I mean, did they like him?

Well, I guess so.

He left very suddenly, didn't he?

I guess he was a rather
unpredictable person.

Well, anyway, I think this is one of
the most charming houses I've ever seen.

It has dignity.

Doesn't look as though it had
been shut up at all, does it?

No.

- No, it doesn't.
- It looks...

...well, as though it
were waiting for someone.

I had a feeling, coming in,
that time was standing still.

Yeah, but time doesn't stand
still anywhere, does it?

Yes, it does.

Haven't you ever had a feeling
of complete peace and contentment?

That's what I felt
when I came in here.

There's nothing to
fear, think about.

This was, well, peaceful.

And time stood still.

You probably think that's
foolish. I suppose it is.

I don't think so. I agree with you
about the house. It is peaceful.

It's more. It's a home.

It's someone's home.

Was this his? What kind
of songs did he play?

Oh, I suppose he
played almost anything.

That was silly of me.

What kind of songs do
you play on a guitar?

Are we on a hill?

I had the feeling, driving out,
that I was climbing for miles.

You came out of a
valley. This is a hill.

That's the peak right there.

How could that be
a peak? It's flat.

Yes, it is, isn't it?

The view must be heavenly.

That's where I
would've built my house.

Mike fixed himself a place there.
He called it his oak-paneled office.

- Really? I'd love to see it.
- I'll show you the way.

You're very kind.

I said I came out here today because
I wanted a drive in the country.

That's not strictly true.

What I really wanna do is to try to
find out more about Michael Garroway.

Everyone seems to be
so vague about him...

...except my husband, of course.

But I saw a look in a girl's eye the other
day, when she was talking about him...

...and an insane look of fear
in the eyes of a horse he owned.

I know the kind of music and
poetry he liked. It's curious.

I wish you knew more about
him. I'd like to find out--

I don't know why I'm
bothering you with this.

I think it's very
interesting, Mrs. Garroway.

Well, here we are.

Golly.

Golly.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

It really is an
oak-paneled office.

It's amazing.

He had so much.

Why do people do the things
they do to themselves?

Why doesn't someone step
in 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...

...looking 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.

ln 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.

All I know is that he and
Alan had a frightful fight.

He left. Disappeared.

But it's not easy to forget him.

ln fact, he seems
to be coming up...

...more and more in our
lives, wherever we go.

Whatever we do.

I've got to know more
about him, understand him.

My marriage, my happiness, my
future, seem to depend on it.

- That's about it.
- That quarrel.

- What was that about? Money, wasn't it?
- I believe it was.

Bunk. Everyone who knew
Mike knew that was bunk.

Mike never thought about money.
He never even cared about it.

I thought he'd really be happy...

...if he retired to his
ranch and grew tomatoes.

Have you ever seen it, the ranch?

- No, have you?
- Yes.

Then why did you ask?

- I don't know.
- Wondering how close we were?

We weren't. I tried, but
Mike wouldn't have it.

I used to think that he had some
sort of funny sense of loyalty...

...because I'd met
him through Alan.

He was that thing that you have
to look for with a microscope.

A gentleman.

That's the man that your husband
spread those lies about stealing money.

Miss Burton...

...you'll have to remember,
I believe my husband.

You don't believe Alan,
or you wouldn't be here.

You wouldn't have called me. You
think he's lying, and I know he is.

Why?

Because I went through this
myself, several years ago.

When Mike disappeared, I nearly went
crazy trying to find what happened.

Did you find out?

Only that it was a complete mystery,
and only one man had the answer.

When I tried to find Mike, I
discovered he'd gone to the ranch...

...and stayed until
he disappeared.

That was the last that anyone
saw of him, except your husband...

...who was seen out there
one night by a rancher.

Alan told me, if that was the
same night, there was a party.

Party? Mike never gave parties.

No, they were alone,
just the two of them.

What do you mean, Miss Burton?

I discovered your
husband was probably...

...the last person
who ever saw him alive.

Because I think he's dead.

Knowing the man Mike
was, I can't believe...

...he'd cut himself off from everyone
and everything unless something happened.

You mean he was
killed in the war?

No. I don't mean that
he was killed in the war.

Before you went to war, you
went to camp, didn't you?

Where was Mike all that time?
What kept him from writing?

Not to me, I couldn't
expect that...

...but his friends
or his neighbors...

...or a thousand people
he knew in San Francisco?

Ask your husband, will you?

Lots of us would like to know
what happened at that meeting.

What kind of a fight was it?

And what happened
to Mike Garroway?

How dare you speak to
me this way, Miss Burton.

Forgive me for coming
here. I'm sorry.

It isn't...

It isn't such a shocking idea...

...when you've lived
with it for a while.

- Hello?
- Ann?

Ann, I miss you, darling.
I miss you very much.

I haven't been able to think or
concentrate on anything but you.

I'm so glad you said that,
Alan. I'm-- I'm so confused.

I'm
so--

Don't, darling. Don't.
No more of that, ever.

I have to leave for Baltimore in the
morning. I can 't very well get out of it.

All right, Alan.

But I think it'll work out
well for us if you like it.

You could go to Middleburg. I'll call
Warmsley, have him get you on a train.

By the time you get there,
I'll be through in Baltimore...

...and can join you.
Would you like that?

Well, yes. Yes, Alan.

I'm going to devote the
next few weeks to us, Ann.

Middleburg'll be beautiful now.

We're going to have a real
honeymoon. You wait and see.

Goodbye.

I love you, Ann.

I love you, Ann.

I love you.

Trust and faith.

It isn 't such a shocking idea when
you've lived with it for a while.

- Faith.
- When you've lived with it.

- Faith.
- Lived with it.

Blind faith.

And what happened at the finish?

What happened to Mike Garroway?

- Hello, George. How are you?
- Mrs. Garroway.

Mighty sorry, ma'am.

Didn't know you was coming
till about an hour ago.

Miss Foster sent her boy over.

I wished you'd give me a little
time to kind of fix things up.

That's all right.

- He'll be along soon?
- Mr. Alan? Yes, I think so.

I wished you had told me.

- Told you what?
- Nothing, ma'am.

It is beautiful, isn't it?

While you take the bags upstairs,
I'll stretch my legs a little.

- Three days on a train.
- Ground's awful damp.

- Looks dry enough. -
It's been damp, and--

George, I don't think
you're very glad to see me.

Oh, yes, ma'am. Real pleased.

Before you take your walk, don't
you wanna get settled first?

All right, George.
Maybe you're right.

George, here are the
keys to the suitcases.

- George.
- Yes, ma'am?

There's somebody down by
the stables. Who could it be?

- Nobody, Miss Garroway.
- Bate was very excited.

- Ain't nobody there.
- How do you know?

Maybe it's old Ben.

Would Bate act as though he'd
gone crazy just for old Ben?

Oh, let it pass. Please,
Miss Garroway, let it pass.

Where is he, Bate?

Did you see him?

Did you see Michael?

He's alive. He's
alive, isn't he, Bate?

I thought that Sylvia Burton was
right, that Alan had killed him.

But I was wrong. Michael's alive.

He's here, and everything that
Alan said about him is true.

He's here and he's hiding.
He doesn't dare show his face.

Oh, Alan, how could
I have thought-- ?

Hello, Alan.

Take it easy, Al. I don't wanna see
you any more than you wanna see me.

Why did you come back?

Wouldn't you rather
know why I went away?

Of course, I heard the
reason you gave, Alan.

That was a lie.

You've been a long
time denying it.

Be kind of tough to prove.

You had the books
pretty well rigged.

But that's not what sent
me away and kept me away.

It was Carl Steuer, Alan. Carl
Steuer and what happened to him.

- Steuer's dead.
- That's right.

Dead and buried. He's
almost forgotten now.

Not that anyone paid
much attention to him.

He was just an old German
refugee who worked for us.

Nice old guy. Didn't hate
anybody except the Nazis.

Lived for one thing:
To get back at them.

He was senile. I kept him
on at the plant out of pity.

He wasn't senile.

The best engineer we had.

You remember that invention
he was working on...

...in the cellar of his
house in San Francisco?

Never talked about it too much.

Just a little bit to me, and
a lot to you. He liked you, Al.

Every man at the plant was working
on an invention of some kind or other.

That's right. But
only Steuer died.

The coroner said
it was an accident.

Fell down the cellar steps.

- What's that got to do with me?
- Afraid it's got a lot to do with you.

Steuer had a pet name
for that invention of his.

His "Fern," he used to call it...

...as though it were alive,
like a child or something.

"My Fern'll fix the
Nazis," he'd say.

"Your brother and me know. Some
day, my Fern'll pay them back. "

Fern. Fern. Had me
winging for a while.

And then it made sense.

Steuer was German. Fern is
a German word. Means distant.

Fernsteuerung,
long-distance control.

That's Fern.

That's why Steuer
died. He was murdered...

...by somebody who
wanted those plans.

Somebody who got them...

...because they were never found.

Then later, the Garroway
Distance Controller came out.

The Garroway Distance
Controller was mine.

It was Carl Steuer's.

But it made millions for you.
It gave you money, power...

...all the things that you
thought would bury forever...

...that feeling of insecurity
that's driven you all your life.

Well, has it released you, Alan?

Has it made you
what you wanna be?

Has it been worth killing for?

You can't prove any of this.

Maybe not in a court, but
there'd be enough to ruin you.

Is Warmsley the only
other one who's guessed?

Because you're paying
him off, aren't you, Al?

Anyhow, when I finally found out,
I walked out of the whole mess.

Then the war came along.

You know, I spent most of my time
in the Army hoping I'd get mine...

...so I'd never have
to face this moment.

But it seems it has
to be faced after all.

You see, Alan, I met your wife.

- You met Ann?
- At the ranch.

Sheer accident.

She didn't know who I was. She
didn't guess, I didn't tell her.

She's a fine person, Alan.

She's much too fine for what
I see ahead of her with you.

Does she know about it, Al?

She doesn't, does she?

I'm here to make sure
that she finds out.

You think I killed Steuer.

What makes you think
I wouldn't kill you?

I believe you're
capable of trying.

Once I could've killed you,
Mike. Killed you as you sit there.

I thought about it enough,
even planned it, how you'd die.

But now I can't kill you any
more than I can give Ann up.

I could've done that once,
without a backward look...

...given her up and
kept all the rest.

Not anymore.

I'm gonna keep her, Mike,
for as long as I can.

A minute, an hour.

- As long as I can.
- How can you think you've a right to her?

What gives a man a right?
Does love? Because I love her.

If I lose her, Mike, I'm through.

You can take all the rest. I
don't want it. I'll give it back.

But not her, Mike. Not her.

I never thought I would,
but I'm crawling to you.

I've got a chance now. She
loves me. She's helping me.

For the first time, I've found
something to straighten me out.

I can be-- I
can be all right.

I never-- Never
could before.

But what about your wife,
Al? What chance does she have?

She doesn't know what she's in.

I'll tell her, Mike.

Only I'll-- I'll have
to do it in my own time.

Just a little time, that's all
I'm asking. Until I'm sure of her.

She said she loved me, but
I don't know how much...

...and I've got to know
it's as much as I love her...

...above everything else.

I think you can
be sure of her, Al.

I felt that, even when I
tried to make myself believe...

...that she'd be
better off without you.

Maybe she wouldn't, at that.

I guess there's nothing
left for me to do.

If she'll go along
with you, well...

...I'll stay out of it.

But tell her, Al.

Tell her. There's
no other way for you.

Because if you don't, I won't
be able to stay out of it.

I'm gonna see that she
gets her chance too.

Oh, Alan.

Alan, I'm so glad to see
you. I'm so happy you're here.

Forgive me, darling. Forgive me.

Forgive you?

I've been so wrong.

- So wrong.
- How, Ann?

Alan, I've got to
tell you something.

And I'm deeply ashamed.

I thought such crazy
things about you.

I
thought--

I thought you'd
killed your brother.

No, darling, listen
to me. I thought that.

And then this afternoon, I
found out that he was alive.

I didn't see him, but
I know he was here.

And then I knew that everything
I'd ever imagined was wrong.

All at once, I was
able to breathe again.

I've been so shaken.

I was going to go away
and never see you again.

You were going to leave me?

I couldn't have stayed.

I couldn't
have endured--

You couldn't have endured
living with a murderer.

Just think that I almost
destroyed our happiness...

...by doubting you.

But it's over now.

It's like a horrible dream.

It's over now.

Yes, Ann, it's over.

I'm going to see that you never
have a chance to doubt me again.

I'll never let anything
come between us.

Anything...

...or anybody.

- Ann.
- Alan.

I'm glad you're awake.

What is it, Ann?

Alan, I want you to listen to me.

I'm going to tell you something
which will distress you.

I know it distresses me terribly.

But I want you to try to understand
what I'm going to say, Alan.

You remember I once told you
that Michael was your obsession?

Yes.

I think I was wrong, Alan.

I think he's my obsession.

- ln what way, Ann?
- You see...

...wherever I go, there he is.

I wanna forget him...

...but there's something
unfinished somehow.

I think if I could see him, hear
him speak, I'd be free of him.

I'd know him the way you
do, as a man, not a shadow.

Someone who is cruel and
wrong and has hurt you.

Then I could forget him forever.

I want to drive him
away, Alan. I must.

I was so wrong about
him. Everyone was.

Who is everyone? Who did
you speak to about Mike?

Sylvia Burton.

Sylvia? What did she say?

She said...

...she thought you'd killed him.

And you believed her.

- Are you glad she was wrong?
- Glad?

Oh, yes, Alan. Yes.

- Then why are you unhappy?
- Well, that's what I'm trying to tell you.

You've got to help me, Alan.

I don't understand
it. Do you understand?

Yes, I think so.

- You're in love with him, Ann.
- No.

- You're in love with him, aren't you?
- No.

How could I be in love with
someone I've never seen?

Why not? You've
seen a lot of Mike.

A book, a poem, his house,
a girl who once loved him.

Aren't you jealous,
Ann, of Sylvia Burton?

What did you really wanna know?

- Please.
- You went to Sylvia to talk about Mike.

You'd go to anyone who
could tell you about him.

You were falling in love with
him. You wanted to believe them.

You never believed me.
You don't believe me now.

- Stop it, Alan. Stop it.
- Why do you lie to yourself?

It wasn't our happiness you
were trying to find, it was him.

That's not true.

You were happy last night...

...not because I hadn't killed
him, but because he was alive.

It's the truth, isn't it?

Why don't you deny it?

So you'd go on looking
for him, wouldn't you, Ann?

After you found him, what then?
What then? What would you do?

Leave me?

I told you you never would. I warned
you. I said I'd never let you go.

Don't you see, you idiot?
Don't you see what you've done?

Why couldn't you keep out of it?

You'll never leave me, Ann.

George.

Come on, Ann.

George fixed breakfast
for us before he left.

- Where did he go?
- lnto town.

He won't be back
until this evening.

Don't be afraid, Ann.

Fear is no good. I know. I
lived with it a long time.

And now I'm finally
free, at last.

I know how good it
is to be without it.

To have no fear.

To be rid of it forever.

That gives me a
sense of great power.

Drink your coffee, Ann.

But you're still
afraid, aren't you?

You're not going on being afraid
the rest of your life, are you, Ann?

Are you, Ann?

Hi there. Anyone up?

Hello, Mrs. Foster.

- Morning. Your wife up yet?
- I think so. Shall I call her?

No. Don't disturb her.
Just rode over to say hello.

Fine morning for a ride.

No trouble at all, Mrs. Foster.

Ann'd never forgive me
if I didn't call her.

- I'm sure she'd love to come to breakfast.
- There you are, my dear. Welcome home.

I've accepted an invitation
to Mrs. Foster's for breakfast.

- I thought you'd like that.
- Beaten biscuits.

- I'd like it very much.
- Fine. Why not ride over?

- Expect you in half an hour.
- Wait. Why don't we all ride together?

Won't take Ann but a minute
to change, will it, Ann?

- No, Alan, no. You'll wait?
- Of course.

- You have your riding clothes?
- Yes. I'll hurry.

Good girl.

She's a charming girl,
that bride of yours.

Yes, she certainly is.

I'd better get the horses.

Well, you look a good
ride anyhow, my dear.

Thank you, Mrs. Foster.

- That's Maggie, isn't it?
- Yes.

She's very gentle.

Fast little thing,
when she wants to go.

- You all right, Ann?
- Yes, I'm all right.

Well, my dear, you
mount like a feather.

- Feel comfortable?
- Yes. I'm all right.

But I'll keep close to
you so that I can follow.

Good idea.

Come here. Come
on, here. Come on.

Is Alan still risking
his neck on that beast?

Don't get too close to him.
He's all devil, that one.

- How about going through the woods?
- Might save time at that.

Better take it easy. That
rain didn't do it any good.

All right. You lead the way.

Alan, you idiot! Are you
trying to kill yourself?

I can't hold him
down. I'll go on ahead.

What's the matter
with you two? Quarrel?

- Not a quarrel, exactly.
- Don't want to butt in.

It's natural the first
year, getting adjusted.

Mrs. Foster, I'll tell you.
I've got to tell you. Alan--

- What's that?
- I don't know.

Come on.

Alan. Alan!

Alan! Alan!

Ann. Ann, over here.

He is breathing.

Looks like his collarbone might
be broken, the way his head lies.

You stay here,
but don't move him.

- I'll go and call Dr. Hill
in Middleburg. - No, but--

Mrs. Foster, don't leave me here.

- Back in 15 minutes.
- Mrs. Foster!

Alan. Alan, you've
been hurt. Don't move.

- Mrs. Foster's gone for the doctor.
- No, no, no, Ann.

I'm all right, Ann. Just my
wind, I think, knocked out of me.

- Must've hit a branch.
- I think you better stay.

There's no use waiting
around here for a doctor.

- We'll be at Mrs. Foster's in
a minute. - But Mrs. Foster--

- I'll help you on your horse.
- No, I can get on.

- Alan, please, don't--
- I'm all right, Ann.

Certainly didn't see that
branch, if that's what it was.

Came around the bend...

...and something hit me.

Alan, you're pushing.

Alan! Alan! Please don't.

Please, please
don't. Please don't.

Alan, don't! Don't, Alan!

Please, Alan, don't.

Please stop. No.

Wanna leave me, Ann, don't
you? Wanna go to Michael.

- I'll take you to him now.
- Don't.

Help! Help!

Someone!

Help!

Ann?

Michael. Michael.

No!

That's beautiful. Who's playing?

My father.

Dink always does well by Brahms.

- I like your father.
- So do I.

He's like you, got a stout heart.

Horses have it sometimes,
not so many people.

Takes a man of parts
to play music like that.

Dink's a man of many parts,
all slightly marvelous.

You know, since I've met
him, I can understand you.

You're all right, Ann Garroway.

You've stayed here, done your
getting well here, faced it out.

Took courage. Most
people would've run away.

I wanted to run. Couldn't.

- You know that's not what I mean.
- No. Thank you.

That's not what I mean either.

No, I feel that I have something
to do, and that I must do it here.

That's really why I stayed, not
because I have courage. I haven't.

- My dear.
- Dink, darling.

- Dink, who's playing the piano?
- You have a visitor.

Oh, no. No. I can't see him.

- I'm not ready to yet. I can't.
- You sent for him.

I can do it alone.

- Sure?
- Yeah.

- You're Michael, aren't you?
- Yes, Ann. I'm sorry.

- Why?
- That I didn't tell you at the ranch.

This must be a shock. I have
no right to put you through it.

No, it's not a shock
to me. I think I knew.

Not at the ranch, but afterwards.

I think I knew.

- You sent for me, Ann.
- Yes.

I think I'd have come in
any case if you hadn't.

I was just waiting
until you were well.

I wanted to see you.

- It seems I'm a very rich woman.
- Yes.

It's wrong for me to have it.
It belongs to you. It's yours.

No, it's not mine. It
was never really Alan's.

It belongs to someone
who's dead now.

- His heirs, possibly.
- They must have it, then.

You can arrange that,
can't you, Michael?

If we can find them, it
might help to pay them back.

Some of it. The
ranch belongs to you.

- No, Alan took that over.
- No, it's yours. It belongs to you.

I don't think that it could
ever belong to anyone else.

It seemed to belong
to you that day, Ann.

- Michael.
- Yes?

I'm a bad liar. I didn't send
for you because of the money.

There was that, of course, but
lawyers could've handled it.

I wanted to know you.

And now that you do?

- I'm happy to know you, Michael.
- And I you.

There are other things that I
must tell you the truth about.

Your brother, I won't forget him.

I loved him very much.

Not at the end. It was gone
then, but I did love him.

I know, Ann.

I almost got you killed.

I was here the night before.
I saw Alan, talked to him.

I left. I shouldn't
have done that.

I looked for you, Michael.

I went away that night...

...because I was full of
guilt about my feeling for you.

I had no business to feel
the way I did about you.

My brother's wife.

I won't talk about
it now, but someday...