Shadow of a Doubt

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Come in.

Mr Spencer.

Mr Spencer, I hate to bother you...

but I thought you'd like to know

there were two men here.

Two men askin' for you.

A young man and a kind of older man.

They was sorry you wasn't in.

I said you wasn't.

- Did they say they'd be back?

- They didn't say, but I think they will.

Just now, when I had to go to the store,

I seen them standing there at the corner.

Maybe I shoulda let them in,

only you said not to disturb you -

- Yes.

- And I'm sure They'll be back.

You look kinda tired to me,

and that's a fact.

You got a headache or somethin'?

I think maybe you need a real rest.

That's what I think.

Why, Mr Spencer. You oughtn't to leave

all that money lying around like that.

Oh, it makes me nervous

to see money lying around.

Everybody in the world

ain't honest, you know.

Though I must say I haven't had

much trouble that way.

Those friends of yours

told me not to mention they'd called.

Wanted to surprise you. But I thought

you'd like to know somehow.

Yes, yes. Of course. If they come back,

you may show them in.

Yes. You know, Mrs Martin,

it's very funny.

They aren't exactly friends of mine.

They've never seen me.

- That's odd, isn't it?

- 'Tis odd, like you say.

And now that I'm here,

I'll have to meet them.

I may even go out and meet them.

And then again, I may not. Not yet.

You go ahead with your nap.

I'll pull down the blind.

What do you know?

You're bluffing. You've nothing on me.

Hello, Postal Union?

I want to send a telegram

to Mrs Joseph Newton

in Santa Rosa, California.

Here's the message. Ready?

Lonesome for you all. Stop.

Am coming out to stay

with you awhile. Stop.

Will arrive Thursday and try and stop me.

Will wire exact time later.

Love to you all...

and a kiss for little Charlie

from her Uncle Charlie.

That's right. That's the signature.

"Uncle Charlie. "

That's right. Santa Rosa.

Santa Rosa, California.

Ann! Answer the telephone.

Newton's residence.

Ann Newton speaking.

Oh, hello, Mrs Henderson. This is Ann.

Mother isn't home yet.

A telegram? Well...

I don't see a pencil, so maybe

she better call you back.

I'm trying to keep my mind free of things

that don't matter...

because I have so much

to keep on my mind.

Innumerable things.

I'll have her call back.

Thank you for calling.

Goodbye.

Hello, Ann. Where's your mother?

- She ' s out.

- Out?

Mrs Henderson just called

from the Postal Union Office.

She says we have a telegram.

I would have taken it down,

only I couldn't find a pencil. I looked.

Telegram, eh?

I knew there'd be trouble if

your Aunt Sarah got her driver's licence.

- Whereabouts was the accident?

- I didn't take notes.

Oh. Then how about a kiss?

Isn't that the funniest thing?

Here I am, practically a child

and I wouldn't read the things you read.

Mm-hm. Well, I guess

they'd give you bad dreams.

Bad dreams? You don't understand, Papa.

Mystery stories have done -

- Where's Roger?

- Out. The average mind -

- Where's Charlie?

- Out. No, she's in her room thinking.

Well, don't read too much.

You'll ruin your eyes.

And leave my book alone.

What's that you're reading?

- Ivanhoe.

- Hm? Oh.

- Who is it?

- It's me.

What's the matter?

Don't you feel well?

No. I'm perfectly well.

I've just been thinking for hours,

and I've come to the conclusion I give up.

- I simply give up.

- What are you going to give up?

Have you ever to thought that a family

should be the most wonderful thing ever?

And that this family's

just gone to pieces?

- We have?

- Of course we have.

We just sort of go along and

nothing happens. We're in a terrible rut.

It's been on my mind for months.

What's going to be our future?

Oh, come now, Charlie.

Things aren't as bad as that.

- The bank gave me a raise last January.

- Money.

How can you talk about money

when I'm talking about souls?

We eat and sleep and that's about all.

We don't even have

any real conversations.

- We just talk.

- And work.

Yes. Poor Mother. She works like a dog.

- Just like a dog.

- Where is she?

She's out. When she comes back,

it'll be the same thing.

Dinner, then dishes, then bed.

I don't see how she stands it.

You know,

she's really a wonderful woman.

I mean, she's not just a mother. And

I think we ought to do something for her.

- Don ' t you think we should?

- Yeah. What were you thinking of?

Oh, nothing, I suppose.

I guess we'll just have to wait

for a miracle or something.

Oh, now, Charlie, you're right.

Absolutely right.

- I'll figure out some way -

- I don't believe in good intentions now.

- All I'm waiting for now is a miracle.

- Oh, Charlie.

Those back stairs are steep.

What's the matter, Charlie?

What's the matter, Joe?

- Well, it seems that, uh -

- Oh, I've become a nagging old maid.

You went downtown in that awful old

hat you'd promised you'd throw away.

- Mama.

- Darling, does it matter what hat I wear?

- Mama.

- Why do you let that child yell at you?

- If she -

- I'm going downstairs, anyway.

Joe, what were you

both talking about when I came in?

Something about a miracle.

Oh, it's nothing.

Charlie ' s a bit under the weather.

Oh. Well, she ' ll be all right.

Well, come on, dear. Let's go

downstairs. No use standing here.

I'm going to get myself a bottle of beer.

Mother, I'm going downtown

and send a telegram.

Why, darling, who do you know

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