 It's summer, a late afternoon. At a Wharf on Cape Cod, a young man and a small cabin cruiser is about to cast off for an island several miles offshore. I beg your pardon. I beg your pardon, but are you going to the island tonight? I miss the steamer. Well, that'll teach you not to be late. Besides, you don't take passengers. This is a government boat. Oh, I'd be very indebted to you. My cousin's expecting me. I promise I won't be any trouble. Can't you see I'm full up with supplies? Well, I'm not very large. Well, please. Hey, come on. Oh, thank you. Hey, just put your bags over there. Thank you. I've never been to the island before. How long a trip is it? About two hours. I love the sea. I come by it naturally, I guess. All my ancestors were whalers from Portland. Maine or Oregon? To a Yankee. There's only one Portland. Maine. Welcome to New England, Yankee. Thank you. What have you been doing? You sure have been awful quiet. I've been making a sketch of you. Me? Where? Hey, that's good. You going to the island to paint? Yes. The island's a regular hangout for artists. They're always wanting to paint the lighthouse. Evan won't let him near the place. Evan? Evan Folger is the lighthouse keeper on Dragon Head. I'm what you might call his temporary assistant. Oh. Well, there's the island. Have you ashore in ten minutes? I hope your cousin's still there. I'm glad to see you. Oh, you certainly gave me a scare, Kate. Steamer came in and not a sign of you. Oh, I'm sorry. Freddie, I missed it by one minute. Well, the car's down here. Oh, incidentally, who is that who brought you cross? His name's Bill. Oh? Paderrod Jet. Yes. Freddie, where's Dragon Head? Dragon Head? Well, it's the lighthouse spot a mile offshore. Why do you ask that? The Dragon Head launch brought me over. Do you know the keeper? His name's Folger. No, I'm sure I don't. Now tell me what you'd like to do tomorrow, Kate. You can... Does he come to the mainland every day? He? Who are you talking about? The lighthouse keeper. Well, of course he does. Oh, I don't know. How do I know what he does? Well, come on, Katey. Come on. Colin, ain't you got no ears? No visitors, I said. This here's government property. No visitors. If you'd let me explain, Mr. Folger. You get back in your sailboat and get out of here. But there's something in this package that may interest you. Huh? I'll wait a minute. You're the one that stopped me in town yesterday, ain't you? Yes, in Granby's antique shop. Yeah, you're the one who wanted to paint my picture. And I told you of you was to pay me $50,000. I wouldn't be found dead sitting for no charmful portrait. I know you did. And when you left, I bought this. It's a ship model, Mr. Folger. Miss Granby told me you're an expert on ship models. Tell her for me to mind her own business. Oh, it's a great imposition, I know. But you see, I know so little about ship models. And I... I don't like the idea that I may have been wronged. Won't you look at it, Mr. Folger? Uh, maybe. Hey, Evan, do you want me to... Well, hello. Hi, hello. Say, you're the one he brought over in the launch from the mainland? Yes. Now, about that model... Oh, you're pretty smart for a woman. You know that I wanted this ship model, didn't you? I want to strike a bargain with you. Watch out, Evan, she's a Yankee. You found out I tried to buy this year model. That old lady Granby. $150, she said. By country, that's highway robbery. You can have it for nothing if you'll post for me. No. Only an hour a day for two weeks. No. You set the time yourself. Who hesitates is lost, Evan. You're getting too big for your britches, son. All right. You'll be here each day at four. But no Sundays. Sundays, too. Oh, Sundays, then, doggone it. He's a tough customer. You're pretty slippery yourself. I know. Well, I... I guess I'd better go. You must be busy. Yes, I have a little work to do here. Well, I... I'll see you tomorrow. Goodbye, Bill. Goodbye, Kate. What's happened, Evan? He's gone into the lighthouse. Then you let him? He says he can't pose it as a fog, and he can't control the acts of God. All right. No complaints. We've had such wonderful weather all week. Let me see the painting. Oh, my. That looks fine, Katie. Oh, thank you. That fog's rolling in fast. I'm going to try to sail back in it, are you? Well, I... Now you better stay here for a while. Oh, I'd like that. But... Well, Mr. Forge has never been very hospitable. Oh, that's nonsense. He's got a heart as big as a house. Come on. I've been at the top of the lighthouse before. There's a fog frightened you? A little. There's something so terribly lonely about it. I don't mind being alone, but I... I don't like to feel lonely. There's a difference, isn't there? You know, I don't mind being alone either. The fact is, I deliberately took this job to get away from people. I can understand that. But you know, you wouldn't be afraid of that fog if you went right out into it. Come on, let's go down. I'll show you what I mean. I'll take you to a favorite cobalt. It's like the end of the world. It could end like this. I don't think I'd be frightened, even if it were. Or lonely either. No. You know, I knew you'd get over it out here. I wonder what people would do if the world should end like this. Then they'd have time to say all the things they'd always wanted to say. Then they'd have the courage to say... For instance? Honest things? Such as? Such as telling you that I didn't particularly want to paint Evan's portrait. Then why have you gone to all this trouble? Because I wanted to see you again. Lonely people want friends. But they have to search very hard for them. It's difficult for them to... to find other lonely people. Yes. The fog's rifting. It wasn't the end of the world after all. You're the first person I ever brought here. And you know the one time that I wish I could paint is when I'm here. Katie, do you suppose that you could catch all this? Oh, no. No, I'm not nearly as good enough to paint. Oh, Bill, you were made for all this. Was I? You know, I went to a class reunion this spring. Some of the fellas, they... they were ribbing me about being stuck way off down here. One of them even offered me a job. Yes, it felt kind of sorry, woman. Oh, if you only knew how I felt for him. You found your place in the world. I envy you. You know, you're the first person that's understood that. Don't ever give it up. I don't ever want to. I'm through at Dragon Head for a while, Katie. You're going away? Yes, I have to go up to Boston tomorrow to see the superintendent. Oh. Well, it's been lots of fun these past few days. I... I know I've had a wonderful time. I'll miss you, Bill. Oh, Katie. Come on, I'll take you over to the island in the speedboat. Thanks for bringing me across, Bill. I... I can go the rest of the way myself. No, but I'd like to walk you home. Oh, no, no, it's late and I have a lot of things to do. What's the matter? What's the matter, you ashamed of me? Oh, no. No, it isn't that at all. You wouldn't be holding out on me now. You haven't got a husband or anything like that, huh? Oh, of course not. What an idea. Well, good night, Bill. I'll sail your boat back in the morning. Thanks. We could have lunch maybe, huh? If you'd like. I'll pick you up at the wharf at 12 o'clock and... Oh, Katie, when I go away, it won't be for long. I'm glad, Bill. Good night. Good night, Katie. Hello, sis. Pat, I thought I'd wait up for you, Katie. We haven't had a talk for a long time. I've been busy, Pat. Tell me the truth, Katie. That lighthouse keeper isn't old, is he? Yes, he is. He has a beard down to his ankles. Having fun these days, Pat? Bored stiff, frankly. Why don't you go to High Anise? Your gang's all there. Not trying to get rid of me, are you, Katie? Don't be silly. You know, darling, you're not a very good liar. Now, who is he? Who's what? Pat, you have a one-track mind. All right. Don't tell me. What'd you do tonight? I know something's happened to you. You were singing like mad in the shower this morning, and for an elderly lighthouse keeper with a beard down to his ankles, you spent an awfully long time in front of the mirror. I saw the hunky-dory offshore. Does that mean Tom Fraser's in town? Well, Tom's getting to be a bit of a nuisance. He's a good catch, Pat. Want him? Oh, no. I know my limitations, Pat. I'm dead on going to bed. He must be wonderful. Bet you $10 I get it out of you. $10 you don't? Such a divine night. No kind of night to be stuck in a house all by yourself. You should have gone out. It's been warm enough to go without a coat. Painting in the dark, dear. Oh, I wish now I'd double that bet. Darling, just so you'll feel better, I will be seeing Tom for the next few days. Lunch on the yacht tomorrow and Heaven knows what from then on. Good night. Night, Pat. Where you going? Hey, Katie. Well, good morning. What's the matter? Didn't you see me? I couldn't have looked very closely, could I? For a second, I thought you'd forgotten all about our lunch and date. Date? Oh, oh, no. No, I didn't forget. You were walking right past me. Oh, how could you think I'd forget? I'll be right back. I, um, I want to speak to that sailor at the end of the war. Oh, sure. Sure, go ahead. Morning, Phil. Morning, Miss Pat. Phil, will you please tell Mr. Fraser I can't possibly come up for lunch today? Yes, Miss Pat, I'll tell him. Thank you. Tell him I'm dreadfully sorry. You really dogged yourself up today. I always doll myself up when I have a luncheon engagement. I have a wonderful idea. Let's go to the cottage for lunch. Now, wait a minute. You know how you've been about keeping me away from there? It's a woman's privilege to change her mind. Oh, that's just fine. Good. More coffee? No, no, thanks, Katie. I'm just right. It was a divine night last night, wasn't it? Yes, yes, it was. Unusual to have it warm enough to go without a coat. That's right. Katie, you got me going around in circles. I don't know if I can quite explain it. But look, you're a swell person. I always knew that. But, well, it just seems that there was something lacking. Maybe I can explain it this way. It's like you were a cake. A cake? Yeah, a cake without any frosting. And I guess, well, I guess most guys are kind of like the frosting, you know what I mean? And today you think I'm well-frosted. I'll say. I was never more fooled in my life. Katie. Katie, I guess you know that I think you're something special. I'm afraid I think you're something special, too. Well, what I really want to say is... Well, what was it you wanted? Oh, hello, Katie. You're not seeing things, Bill. It's true. Well, I'll be. Hello, Bill. I see you did keep our date for lunch. I thought I did. Look at him, Katie. Bill, if you could only see your face. But that's very clever. Which one of you think these things up? I'm always the one. Katie, I swear I was going to confess, but you came home just a second too soon. Oh, it's lucky for you she did. You were just about to be kissed by a perfect stranger. As you can see, it's very easy to confuse us. Yes. And Katie, your sister here is a very dangerous woman. Well, I better be on my way. I have to catch the four o'clock boat. Will you walk to the gate with me, Katie? Going away? Yes, I'm going to Boston overnight on business. Oh, thanks for the lunch. Patricia? Patricia. Bill, Pat's apt to do crazy things. No, that's all right, Katie. Oh, the lip and cots are given an old-fashioned barn dance tomorrow night. Now, I'll be back in time. Would you like to go with me? I'd love to. All right, I'll pick you up at eight o'clock. So long, Katie. So long, Bill. Have a good trip. I'd like to buy a paper bill, but I don't seem to have any change. Well, hello. Hello. Which one is it? You know. Yes, I know. How'd you get here, Pat? Flew over. Lots of people have to go to Boston, you know. Yeah. Yeah, I guess they do. Haven't done a square dance, Bill, since I was a kid. Hope you don't mind if I step all over your feet. No, we'll step on each other's feet, Katie. If you are, Katie. I swear by my honor, it's Katie. I just wanted to make sure. Well, here we go. Bill, there's Pat. Well, so it is. I wonder how she knew about this. Maybe the lip and cots invited her. But she doesn't know the lip and cots. Well, maybe I mentioned it to her in Boston. Boston? Yes. Didn't you know that Pat went to Boston yesterday? No, I didn't. Well, good evening, Katie. Hello, Freddie. Freddie, this is Bill Emerson. My cousin, Mr. Lindley. Well, how do you do, Mr. Emerson? Pat, come with you, Freddie. Yes, yes, he did. She asked me to bring her. This sudden passion for the bucolic life. Hardly her type of thing, is it? Well, Bill, aren't you going to ask me to die? Well, sure, Pat, sure. I'll be right back, Katie. Well, that was quick work. Katie, let's you and I have a nice cool drink of applejack, shall we? No, thanks, Freddie. Katie, tell me something. Just where does Pat fit into this jigsaw puzzle? It's a long story, Freddie, and I don't feel like telling it. Excuse me, I think I'll go out and have a cigarette. Freddie, don't bother about me. Would you like to take a drive, Katie? It's a fine night. Can I get you some coffee, then? You can drink it out here. Oh, for heaven's sake, say something. Katie, if that Bill Emerson means so much, do you fight for him? I can't. Why must you always let that sister of yours get ahead of you? Freddie, take me home. I thought you'd be asleep. We missed you. Bill looked everywhere for you. Pat, you know I've never been very good at mincing words. What does Bill mean to you? I might as well admit it, Katie. I'm mad about him. And he feels the same way. I'm sorry. Don't be sorry. It isn't anybody's fault. Bill's so fond of you, Katie. Over and over, he said, what a swell person you are and what fun you'd had together. Oh, skip it. Pat, do you know Bill? Do you understand the kind of things he likes? The kind of life he likes? You've never known anybody like him before. When Bill's kind fall in love, they mean it. I know the kind of person Bill is, Katie, and I am mad about him. You must believe me. I believe you. And I wish you all the happiness in the world. You said yourself a minute ago that it wasn't anyone's fault. Go to bed, Pat. Go on before I make a fool of myself. Please! It was just one of those things, Kate's twin sister, Pat and Bill Emerson. They're meeting, they're falling in love, and now, in the sister's spacious home in New York, they're married. Cousin Freddie has just observed that Kate has slipped away from the wedding guests and gone upstairs to her studio. I thought you were probably in here. I wanted to get away for a few minutes, Freddie. You should go back to the guests. Kate, you've got to forget. Forget Pat, Bill, everything. There's nothing you can do about it. I know. I know there's nothing I can do about it. Have you made any plans? I'm going to work to paint. Now you're talking. That's my girl. Hello, hello. Long distance. Hello, hello, Kate. Are you still there? Yes, we were cut off, Freddie. But you were saying something about an exhibition. Yes, the growing gallery on Madison Avenue, my oils and watercolors. Are you proud of me? Kate, that's just wonderful. When? Two weeks from tomorrow. Good evening. There's one nice feature about art exhibits. It's a play table. When the paintings bore you, try the hors d'oeuvre. I intend to fill up before I'm thrown out. Who's going to throw you out? Don't be funny. Look at me, I'm a bum. By any chance, are you also an artist? Enough of one to have an opinion of this exhibition. Oh, then you're a critic as well. You don't have to be a critic to recognize an amateur. Most of the people here don't seem to share your opinion. These people? What do you expect them to say? Well, I think I may as well tell you. I painted this collection. I was wondering when you'd confess. How'd you get in? I walked in, I was hungry. What do you do? I paint. But I never had an exhibition, if that's what you're driving in. If you had the opportunity, what would you do? Are you making me an offer? I think I'd like to see some of your work. Find out whether you're a phony or not. Well, let's get out of here, I'll show you. Now? Now or never. I'll get my coat, we'll meet you outside. Mrs. Bosworth, don't you like my room? Don't you like my paintings? Your kind never does. If you'd stop being class conscious for a minute, I'd like to say something. I owe you an apology. You most certainly are not a phony. What shall I do now, bow from the waist? What's your name? Carnock. Now that you've done me the great honor of praising my canvases, I suppose I'll have to start praising yours. Tell me what's wrong with my painting. Everything. Chiefly, because you're what you are. Stiff, ingrown, afraid. I bet you're not even a woman. I know your kind, a checkbook in one hand and a paintbrush in the other, while someone like me can't even afford a decent pad of drawing paper or a tube of paint. What did you mean? You're not even a woman. Man, I'd always guess him. You can criticize a woman's work, but when you suggest she's not a ball of fire. Oh, boy. What are you talking about? I'll show you. I think I'd better be going. Okay, go. But you're not a hopeless case, you know. How encouraging. Good night, Mr. Carnock. What happened this time? Why did Didre quit? What happened to speak my mind about you and about the way you paint? I think it's time we settled a few things. You're most welcome to use this studio, but not if you continually upset everything and everybody in my home. First the servants, now Didre. Okay, go on with your smug little life, but you can count me out. Oh, stop being such a pig-headed boar. I'm perfectly willing to allow you to humiliate me as regards my work. I want it that way, but not as a person. Nor will I allow you to humiliate anybody else as long as you're in this house. Oh, go soak your head. Come on, let's get to work. Go and get your things. Hello, yes? Oh, Bill. Well, how are you? Oh, I'm fine. Pat, with you? Oh, I see. Well, yes, of course I can. Oh, don't be silly. You're not interfering with anything. No, I can be there in no time, Bill. You can be where in no time? McCall's Department Store. I thought we were going to work. Tomorrow, Connick, tomorrow. It seems forever since I've seen you. It has been a long time, hasn't it? How's Pat? Oh, she's fine. Why'd you want to meet me here? Well, I had so little time, and I want to get a birthday present for Pat. I thought you might be able to help me. Oh, I see. Well, what about lingerie or a negligee? Oh, sure, that's fine. They're over this way, Bill. What are you doing in New York? I'm making arrangements to take a trip to Chile. Oh, for a Yankee, that's a far crime. You bring them to Chile. That's right. A new job? Uh-huh. Pat going with you? Yes, yes, she is. You remember my telling you about a job my college friend offered me? Yes. Yes, I remember very well. Well, I finally took it. It's even more money than I thought. I can't think of you away from the island somehow. Well, I had to do something to make more do. Come on, spending your own money. Oh, here's a negligee, Bill. It looks like Pat. Yeah, I'll help you, Madam. Hold it up to you, will you, Katie? Oh, it's a wonderful style for you, Madam. Well, am I a prized dope? What's the matter? Well, if it's Pat's birthday tomorrow, it's yours too. Of course. Well, I'd like to get you something, Katie. Oh, that's sweet of you, Bill. No, thank you. Oh, but there must be something here you'd like. No, no, thank you very much. Yes, sir. You know, I'm surprising, Pat. She doesn't expect me to go Thursday, but I want to be there for her birthday. Oh, Bill, how stupid of me. I completely forgot I have an engagement. I must run. Won't you have time for a drink before I catch the train? Oh, I'm terribly sorry. I really haven't. Well... Well, it's been wonderful seeing you again, Katie. Wonderful to see you. And thanks a lot for helping me out. Oh, it was fun. Goodbye, Bill. Give my love to Pat. Haven't you gone home yet? Kind of late. Oh, I went to a newsreel, and I walked around the lake in the park. Who's this guy, Bill? Where is he? Gone. You look awful. Can I fix you a drink? No, thanks, Connick. You know, I've been doing a lot of thinking. All this art stuff's been a substitute for something, hasn't it? You'll be glad to know, Connick. I've come to a decision. I'm a third-rate artist. I always will be. So you won't have to bother with me anymore. What are you going to do? I don't know. I haven't decided. Always running away. No wonder you lost him. We won't discuss it, Connick. You'll never land a guy all closed up inside like this. But I wasn't always like this. People change. Remember what I said when I first met you? I most certainly do. You kind of went for me then. Only you got cold feet. Connick, your conceit really amazes me at times. Man needs woman. Woman needs man. That's basic. Everything else starts from that. Art, music, the whole works. Only women like you want to make something important out of it. You want a guy to stifle himself for you. The grand passion, all of that bologna. Yes, we do. Now don't go female on me. Get wise to yourself. I'll leave me alone. Sure you're not running away from me now? Really? That's better. What's the matter? Would you like being kissed? I'm sorry, Clark. I guess it is the grand passion or nothing. Connick, I think I'll go to the island in the morning. Try and figure things out. Hello? This is Western Union. We have a telegram for Frederick Lindley. I'm sorry, but Mr. Lindley isn't here. May I take the message, please? It's from New York City. Arriving this evening, don't bother to meet me. Love. It's signed Kate. Oh, thank you very much. What are you doing on the island? I thought you and Bill were on your way to Chile. I wasn't able to go. He went alone. Where's Freddie? He got my wire, didn't he? Freddie had to go to Providence for a few days. Oh, I didn't know. You look tired, Katie. Anything wrong? Nothing in particular. Pat, why couldn't you go to Chile? Oh, I had a perfectly dreadful cold. Something like the flu. What a shame. Bill was so excited about your going. Bill's so naïve about a lot of things. But that's Bill. Naïve takes a bit trying to live with all the time. Katie, you haven't said a word about my dungarees. I'm getting to be a big outdoors girl now. Learning to sail. All that sort of nonsense. That I want to see. I want to see. I want to see. That I want to see. I'll prove it to you tomorrow. We can sail out towards Dragon Head. Your old stamping ground. Take off your hat, Katie, and stay a while. I'm coming about, Katie. Well, what do you think of your new skipper? She's all right. Pat, whatever possessed you to come down here? Oh, I wanted to see the gang again. Pat, it looks as if we were going into some heavy weather. That's wonderful. Hey, look out, Katie. I'm going to jive. Pat, it looks really nasty. We better turn back. Not on your life. I've always wanted to sail in a storm. Pat, it's too late now. All we can do is hope to get in Lee at the lighthouse. Watch it, Pat. Oh, I should have insisted we go back. You manage to run up, Pat. I'll handle the sail. Hang on, Pat. Katie! I'm heading straight for the ring! I'm no point back. Lee, stand up. Hello, police headquarters. This is Evan Folger, Dragon Head Lighthouse. Better get over here as soon as you can. There's been a drowning. A girl named Kate Boswell. I pulled her sister out. The other is a goner. Yeah, and bring a doctor with me. The doctor's still inside with Mrs. Emerson. She'll be coming out of that sedative soon. I'll need all the facts for the police record, all the facts. I looked out and there was the boat heading for the rocks. Sail was all torn to shreds. Could you see which one of them was handling the boat? How could I tell in a sea like that? I couldn't tell them apart anyways. When you got out to them, were you able to see the body of the other one, or was it under the boat? I never did see the body. Coast Guard ain't found it yet either. I never will. Mrs. Emerson. Mrs. Emerson. It's all right, Mrs. Emerson. Mrs. Emerson. Mrs. Emerson. Mrs. Why does he call me Mrs. Emerson? Bill. Your eyes. They're Mrs. Emerson. Everything's all right. We just want you to keep very warm and quiet. I tried to pull her back. I tried. I know Mrs. Emerson. Heaven saw you. He knows you did everything you could. No. Mrs. Emerson. Now your sister came up to visit you yesterday, didn't she? I don't... She's confused. Won't you bother her with that stuff now? Mrs. Emerson. Ever since it happened, you've been lying here crying for Bill over and over again. You keep saying, I tried to save her. Well, Bill ain't going to blame you, Mrs. Emerson. If the good Lord had wanted to take you instead of her, well, he'd have done it. So you get well and strong now, Mrs. Emerson, and be a good wife to Bill. She'd have wanted it that way. Heaven, Mr. Linley's come. Yeah. It's your cousin, Mrs. Emerson. He's come to see you. Thank you. I won't talk to you very long, dear. I don't want to tire you. Can you understand me, Pat? Yeah. Bill is coming home. He just answered my wire. He arrives in New York by plane Friday. By plane on Friday? Oh, Bill. Bill. Bill. Three days ago, Patricia Emerson was drowned off Dragon Head Lighthouse and her body never recovered. But as far as the world is concerned, the girl lost in the storm was Kate. Motivated by her love for Bill, overcome by the temptation to be his wife, Kate has assumed her dead sister's identity. At her home in New York, she and Freddie have just returned from the airport. With them is Bill Emerson. You really shouldn't have bothered going to the airport, Pat. Of course I'd meet you, Bill. Don't be silly. You know, you've hardly said a word. There's not much to say. I'm terribly sorry about Kate. I hope you don't mind if we stay here a few days so I could straighten out some of the things. Oh, I prefer to stay. I've got some work to do here in New York. I think we could all do with a drink. Freddie? No, not for me, Pat. I have an appointment. Oh, but you simply can't leave us. You're being frightfully unsocial, Freddie. Goodbye, Bill. I... Call me if there's anything I can do. Thanks a lot for your help, Freddie. This really hit him, didn't it? I know just how I feel. It's very strange for me without Kate. Would you like a scotch? You know I drank Greben, Pat. Oh, yes, of course. Kate is gone, but, you know, somehow I just can't believe it. I didn't know she meant so much to you. We were very good friends. I didn't mean that I was in love with her. She knew that. How do you know? Oh, well, she... She told me just before the wedding. Bill, I'm so glad you're back. There's nothing any different between us, Pat. I came back only because of Kate's death. As soon as you... Why, the astonishment, don't try to pretend that you've forgotten. Oh, no. No, of course I haven't forgotten. I only thought that... I know you've been through a lot. Don't tell. It's unfortunate that the accident happened at this time, but I think that just as soon as you get Kate's affairs wound up, you'd better go to Reno and get it over. Reno? Pat, it was your idea as much as mine. Oh, yes, of course. It's just... Bill, Bill, would you mind very much if I went to Boston tonight? I could come back later and straighten out Kate's things. If you'd prefer. And Bill, could we let this divorce business ride for a while? I can't seem to think about it right now. What's the left to think about? I want another chance. Do you think you deserve one? Oh, maybe not, but I want it. Well, that's the first honest thing you've said in months. Let me try. All right, Pat. You probably change your mind when you get to Boston, but in the meantime, we'll let it go at that. Thank you, Bill. How long will you stay in New York? Oh, I don't know. Two free days. Be sure and wire me when you're coming. Yes, I'll wire you. What? Oh, I'm sorry. Thank you. Tickets, please. Tickets. Boss, I'm going to boss to Pat's home. How will I know little things, what rooms there are, what Pat used to do and the servants. I don't even know their names. I must be out of my mind. And for what? Bill's going to leave. What did Pat do to me? What did she do? Hello? Hello? Yes, who is this, please? Lucy, oh, I'm sorry. Lucy, I didn't recognize your voice. I'm in Boston, Lucy. I just got in and I'm at the station. Yes, ma'am. Are you coming straight home? Yes, I'll take a cab. I thought I'd call you first. Well, thank you, Lucy. I'll be home in a few minutes. I certainly didn't expect you back so soon, Mrs. Emerson. Mr. Emerson will be home by the end of the week. Oh, for heaven's sake. I thought he'd be in Chile for three months. Lucy, I think I'll go right to my room. I have a headache. Oh, you'd better take my bag up. What are you waiting for, Lucy? I thought you said you were going up. Well, I am. I just want to see what this mail is. Yes, ma'am. I wouldn't bother about unpacking tonight. Lucy, just put the bag on the bed. Well, I guess the mail can wait. Mr. and Mrs. Devereaux called. Oh, they're leaving tomorrow. Well, I'll call them later. You're looking things over, aren't you, Mrs. Emerson? I'm sure glad I kept everything dusted. The house looks very nice, Lucy. Those roses on your dressing table. I thought you might like them there. Mr. Talbot sent them. Thank you, Lucy. He's been calling every day. I didn't think you'd mind if I told him you were coming home. That'll be all, Lucy. Don't you want me to call him? What? Mr. Talbot. He said he'd be there all evening. Well, I'll attend to it later. But he's moved. He said to tell you he finally found an apartment. The empire house. Apartment 326. Thank you. What about Alma? I better let Alma know you're home. Well, it couldn't that way through. Well, it can if you want, Mrs. Emerson. But if you knew my cooking as well as I do, you'd tell Alma to be here first thing tomorrow morning. Of course, tell her to be here. Yes, ma'am. Good night, Mrs. Emerson. Good night, Lucy. Oh, Bill. Bill. Who is this Talbot? Is that what Pat did to you? Who's the telegram from now, Mr. Talbot? I just figured since you won't talk to him on the phone, maybe Wyatt. Lucy, Mr. Emerson will be home this afternoon. Here's your coffee, Bill. Oh, help yourself to cream and sugar. Thank you. And here, your tobacco. Isn't Alma the world's best cook? We're lucky to have her. Look, Pat, I know all this is as difficult for you as it is for me. Oh, but it isn't, Bill. I love being here with you. You do believe that, don't you? I want to. You know that? What about Talbot? Have you seen him? No. Surely you must realize that that's the most important thing to get straight between us. I don't want to see it. Don't you think you owe it to him to tell him that it's all over? Oh, perhaps it isn't over. Oh, yes, it is, Bill. I swear it. His telephone has sent me flowers, but I haven't acknowledged them. Well, I thought that was the very best way to handle it. Pat, until you get this Talbot thing straightened out once and for all, there isn't anything more we can say to each other. Oh, Bill. Empire House. Apartment 326. Pat. Hello, Jim. Well, come in, darling. Come in. Martini. No, thank you. I don't believe I feel like one. Jim, I know I should have called you. Yes, Lucy told me Bill was back. I must say I was surprised considering everything. He came back today. And just where does that put me? I have something to tell you, Jim. I find out I'm still in love with Bill. I'm sorry. That's perfect. You mess up my life when you say you're sorry. I happen to have arranged to divorce my wife for your sake, as opposed it never occurred to you that someone could say a thing and mean it. There's something behind all this, Pat. What is it? No, no, there isn't. You must believe that. I'm in love with Bill. I always will be. But you can't mean this after all we've meant to each other. So it was just an interlude with you. Yes, that's what it was. You dirty little double crosser. You're doing to me what you did with all the others, aren't you? The others. You didn't think I knew about them, but things get around, Pat. You're not a very discreet person. Oh, I wish... Get out! Get out! Why the suitcase? I'm leaving, Bill. May I ask why? You were right. It wouldn't have worked out. I should have known it wouldn't. You've seen Talbot. And you're still in love with him, is that it? Oh, no, no, it isn't. Well, if you're not still in love with him, then why are you leaving? Bill, you can't want me to stay, can you? Not after... The only thing to be straightened out between us was the Talbot business. But what about the others? Much worse. Surely you knew about them. If you didn't, you're a fool. Don't you know you've been the laughing stock of this whole town? I don't understand. I don't understand. The room all right, my dear? As soon as I got you... Freddy, I hope I won't be a nuisance. Don't talk like that ever. Now, sit down. While you were unpacking, I made some tea. You look as if you needed it. I don't know what to say. I had so many things to tell you. You see, I've left Bill. Oh, that isn't what I wanted to say at all. Freddy, if I were to tell you... Wait a minute. I think I know what you want to tell me, Kate. How long did you know? Well, I suspected just after the accident. But I tried to put such thoughts out of my mind. And then when you called and said you were coming here to the island, of course I knew. It's absolutely unbelievable that you would do such a thing. But it seemed my only chance for happiness. But you were never a liar, Kate. How could you think you could live a lie? I didn't think. I just let it happen. Oh, it was so simple at first. It wasn't going to hurt anybody. But after I'd found out how Pat had treated Bill, well, I couldn't go through with it. She'd hurt him so terribly that he'll never forget. And no matter what I try to do, it will always be there. What are you going to do? I don't know. I want to do what will hurt Bill the least. To a man like Bill, the truth is the only way. Freddie, would you forgive me if I went out for a while? Certainly. You see, Fred, Bill never loved me. I've never brought anyone here before. The one time that I wish I could paint is when I'm here. Oh, Kate, did you suppose that you would catch this? What should I do? Katie. Katie. Oh, I knew I'd find you here, Katie. Bill anymore. Yes, I know. I can't even ask you to forgive me. I don't want you to ask me anything. I don't want you to tell me anything. Oh, Bill. Bill. I'm the one who needs forgiveness, Katie. Oh, yes, I fell in love with Pat, but it was never right. What the way we were always right for each other? I've known that for so long. Oh, but all that's happened... We'll forget it, Katie. We'll forget everything that happened as though we never left the island. Can you do that? Oh, Katie, I love you so. I love you so much.