No Man of Her Own

Summer nights are pleasant

in Caulfield.

They smell of heliotrope

and jasmine,

honeysuckle and clover.

The breeze

that stirs the curtains

is soft and gentle.

There's the hush,

the stillness

of perfect peace and security.

Oh, yes.

The summer nights are pleasant

in Caulfield.

But not for us.

Not for us.

The house we live in

is so pleasant.

The lawn always seems

freshly watered,

the beds of flowers so neat,

the dazzling whiteness

of the porch supports

the satin finish

of the rich, old floors,

the smell of wax.

This is a home,

warm and friendly

as a home should be.

But not for us.

Not for us.

I love him and he loves me.

I know he does.

And yet I know just as surely

that someday he'll pack

his things and leave.

Though he won't want to.

But even if he doesn't leave,

I know it will be I

who will walk out

and never come back.

We've fought this thing.

How bitterly we've fought it.

We've driven it away

a thousand times,

and it comes back again

in... a look,

in a thought.

You believed our love

would be strong enough

to make us forget.

But we haven't.

This is a thing apart.

This is...

murder.

Wanna go out somewhere?

It's a nice night.

If you think we should.

Come on.

You can put him to bed.

He's asleep now.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes, I knew him.

We'll be here.

What?

The police.

Are they coming here now?

In a few minutes.

Did they say...?

Which one of us they want?

No.

I'll put him to bed.

Don't let him suffer

for the mistakes I've made.

I was wrong.

Terribly wrong

in what I tried to do.

But I was desperate.

So desperate.

Steve.

Steve.

Steve.

She's here again.

Steve. It's me, Helen.

Steve.

I know you're there, Steve.

Let me in, please.

Please.

Please let me in, please.

Oh, Steve, don't do this to me.

I came all the way here

to find you.

I don't know anyone in New York.

I haven't anybody.

I have to see you.

Steve, I'm gonna stay here!

I'm gonna stay here!

Will you pipe down!

Show a little consideration for

people who stay up all night.

Things is tough enough

without having my sleep

disturbed by you.

Now, scram!

Steve, please.

Oh, Steve, please.

Don't ever try

to brush me off like that.

Would you take my seat, please?

Oh. No, thank you.

Go ahead.

Take my place for a while.

Come on. We want you to.

You can't stay out there

like that. Come on.

We want you to.

There you are.

Isn't that better, hm?

Thank you.

You look dead.

It's this awful train.

It's his fault we're on it.

It seems everybody wants

to go home for the 4th of July.

You wouldn't think a firecracker

could be that important,

would you?

We had tickets on the plane

and everything,

and at the last moment

he wouldn't let me fly.

You know, for the same reason

your husband probably

wouldn't let you fly.

And look where that bright idea

of his landed us. Here.

Well, go someplace.

Just don't stand there hovering.

Well, if you're sure

you're all right,

I guess I could go

smoke a cigarette.

Smoke two.

Okay, boss.

See how henpecked I am?

He's nice, isn't he?

I mean, giving me his place.

Oh, he's tolerable.

He has his good points.

I could tell right away,

about you I mean.

I am too. It's that month.

Eh--

Oh, wonderful.

Where's your husband?

Are you meeting him?

No.

Oh, did you leave him

in New York?

No, I...

I've lost him.

I'm sorry, I'm such a fool.

I--

That's all right.

It's funny.

You never think, do you?

No, you never do.

He's coming back.

He didn't smoke--

We just got rid of you.

What are you doing--?

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