Shadow Of A Doubt Page #3

spoiled. You know how families

always spoil the youngest.

Well, it's just

simply wonderful.

Thanks most awfully,

Mrs. Henderson.

Well.

What do you think?

Charles is coming.

Who?

Who?

Your Uncle Charlie.

- Did you say "Charles"?

- And our Charlie's gone

to send him a telegram.

Now, what made her think

to do that?

What do you mean our Charlie...

[Woman]

Hello, Charlie.

I just called your house.

Telegram for your mother.

Did you?

Gonna send that

by Bill Forest,

but you can take it.

Thanks.

From your uncle.

The spoiled one.

My uncle?

My Uncle Charlie?

Yeah.

Mrs. Henderson,

do you believe in telepathy?

Well, I ought to.

That's my business.

Oh, not telegraphy.

Mental telepathy.

Like... well,

suppose you have a thought,

and suppose the thought's about

someone you're in tune with.

Then across miles,

that person knows what you're

thinking and answers you.

And it's all mental.

I don't know what

you're talking about.

I only send telegrams

the normal way.

He heard me.

He heard me.

[Whistle Blowing]

Mr. Otis? Mr. Otis?

Yes?

You're almost in Santa Rosa.

Want to be ready

when you get into Santa Rosa.

I'm ready now. Thanks.

Then I'll get all your bags

out for you, then.

How you feelin',

Mr. Otis?

Pretty well.

A little weak

but pretty well

on the whole.

Mm-hmm.

Harry, tell the porter

you're a doctor.

Ask if there's anything

you can do. Maybe you can

help that poor soul.

I'm on my vacation.

Porter, my husband's a doctor

and if there's anything...

No, Ma'am.

He's a very sick man.

Won't see anyone.

I haven't set eyes on him

myself since we first got

on the train.

[Doctor]

Well, you don't look

very well either.

Ah, here we are.

Come on, children.

Close the door, there.

That's right.

[Steam Hissing]

[Train Bell Ringing]

Oh, are you...

Charlie.

Young Charlie.

At first, I didn't know you.

I thought you were sick.

Sick?

You aren't sick, are you?

Look, Pop! Here he is!

Why, Uncle Charlie,

you're not sick.

That was the funniest thing.

Sick? Me, sick?

Well, Joe, how are you?

All right, Charles.

Roger. Hello, Ann.

I bet you don't remember me.

I remember you sort of.

You look different.

[Laughs]

Well, we better get started.

Emma's got the dinner

almost ready.

I couldn't persuade her

to come to the station.

Dinner came first.

Roger, get the bags.

Charles, I'll take that.

Thank you, Joe.

That's it.

Come on. Let's go.

[Charlie]

Come on there, Roger,

and get these bags.

[Groans]

You, uh, sure

that isn't too heavy for you?

Oh, no. It's nothing.

I love to carry.

Emma. Don't move.

Standing there,

you don't look

like Emma Newton.

You look like Emma Spencer

Rate this script:5.0 / 1 vote