We are in the living room of a comfortable a bachelor
apartment. There is a picture window that looks up to Coit
Tower on Telegraph Hill. The room is softly lit. A fire is
lit in the fireplace; the logs are blazing well, Scottie, in
a pair of grey trousers and an old sweater, is wandering
about the room, trying to think things out. Through an open
door we can see into a small kitchen where Madeleine's
clothes - all of them - hang, on a cord over the electric
stove, drying. And through another open door we can see into
the bedroom where Madeleine lies, in the larger-than-single
bed, under the covers, asleep. She sighs and turns
restlessly, and Scottie glances at her from the living-room
as he wanders, and then she turns again, and the sigh becomes
words, spoken in sleep, and he stops, and listens.
MADELEINE
(Faintly, distantly)
Please ... thank you ... please....
Scottie waits, taut, but there is no more. He starts to turn
away and suddenly, still distant, but more clearly:
MADELEINE
(Appealingly)
Where is my child? ... have you seen my child...?
Scottie stiffens with the shock of recognition and his eyes
go wide with apprehension staring at the lost, eye-closed,
troubled woman in the bed. And at that moment the telephone
on the bedside table rings sharply. He makes a dash for it.
The ringing brings the woman to with a sharp start, and she
instinctively clutches the bedclothes to her chin and raises
up a little and stares with wide-eyed fright at the man
running towards her. Scottie takes the phone.
SCOTTIE
Yes? ... No, it's all right; I'1l call you back. Yes. Yes!
He hangs up, and tries to smile down at Madeleine, who has
not moved, but has followed his every move with fright and
apprehension.
SCOTTIE
Are you all right?
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No answer, only the eyes staring at him. And then he
realizes, with some embarrassment, that she cannot move, that
she is naked under the bedclothes, and he reaches across to
the dressing gown he has laid out for her on the bed, and
moves it closer to her.
SCOTTIE
Oh ... you'll want this....
He gives her a reassuring nod and smile, straightens up and
goes to the door, and goes into the living room, closing the
bedroom door behind him. And she stares after him as he goes.
In the living room, he moves to the fireplace, puts another
log on, and watches it catch. The bedroom door behind him
opens, and he turns to face Madeleine.
She has the dressing gown belted tightly around the middle
and holds it together with one band at her breast. And she
stands there staring at him nervously, frightened, not
wanting to admit that she does not know how she came there,
but wanting very much to know. And she cannot help herself:
knowing her own fears, she has to ask.
MADELEINE
Why am I here? What happened?
SCOTTIE
You....
(Then, not liking the sound of the truth)
---- fell into the Bay.
She puts a hand slowly to her hair, understanding now why it
is wet.
SCOTTIE
I dried your hair as well as I could. But you'd better come here by the fire.
And now, knowing that he dried her hair, she realizes that he
must have taken her clothes off, too, and she looks down at
her body with deep awareness of her nakedness, and draws the
dressing gown more closely to her, and looks back at him with
frightened embarrassment. And her head begins to move
quickly, the eyes darting about the apartment as though
seeking a way of escape, and she sees the clothes hanging in
the kitchen. And she looks back to Scottie appealingly.
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SCOTTIE
They're almost at dry. Here. Why don't you come over here?
He pulls a low-stool over before the fire. Madeleine crosses
slowly, keeping her eyes always on him, and sinks down on the
stool. He smiles a at her companionably.
SCOTTIE
Would you like some coffee?
She shakes her head.
SCOTTIE
You'd better have some. Or would you
rather have a drink?
She shakes her head again. He pours a cup of coffee and
places it on the floor next to her, along with a bowl of
sugar cubes.
MADELEINE
(Wonderingly)
..e-fell into the bay....
She looks up at him. He nods.
MADELEINE
--.- and you fished me out...
He nods. She gives him a small grateful smile.
MADELEINE
Thank you.
Scottie is watching her intently.
SCOTTIE
You don't remember.
MADELEINE
No...
SCOTTIE
Do you remember where you were?
MADELEINE
(Childishly surprised)
Oh, of course I remember that! But then I must have had a dizzy spell, and fainted!
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SCOTTIE
(Quickly)
Where were you?
MADELEINE
At....
For that one slight, imperceptible moments it may seem that
she is caught, but then she goes on.
MADELEINE
(Triumphantly)
----Old Port Point! Out at the Presidio! Of course I remember! I often go there!
SCOTTIE
Why?
MADELEINE
(Almost naively)
Because I love it so. It's beautiful there. Especially at sunset.
(She leans her head back sensually to
the warmth)
Ah ... thank you for the fire.
SCOTTIE
Where had you been before?
MADELEINE
When?
SCOTTIE
This afternoon.
MADELEINE
Oh ... wandering about.
SCOTTIE
Where? Where had you been just before?
There is a quick moment of blankness in her eyes that she
tries to hide, and then:
MADELEINE
(Positively)
Downtown, shopping.
And Scottie sighs inwardly, having proved something.
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SCOTTIE
Please drink your coffee.
MADELEINE
I will. You're terribly direct in your questions.
SCOTTIE
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude.
MADELEINE
You're not. Merely direct. What were you doing there? At Old Fort Point?
SCOTTIE
Wandering about.
MADELEINE
You like it, too.
He nods. She smiles at him happily, enjoying the warmth and
the coffee, enjoying his presence, seemingly almost to have
forgotten her nearness to death. And Scottie is fascinated
by this thing curled up before his fire.
MADELEINE
(Then with a wicked smile)
And where had you been? ... just before?
A moment, as Scottie takes a deep breath, and then he decides
to chance it and see the reaction.
SCOTTIE
The Palace of the Legion of honor. The Art Gallery.
MADELEINE
(Enthusiastically)
Oh, that's a lovely spot, isn't it? I've never been inside. But it looks so lovely, driving past.
At the words, "I've never been inside," Scottie is startled.
He stares at her, and she looks at him with naive, happy
inquisitiveness, and their looks are joined. Finally she
drops her eyes and smiles timidly.
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MADELEINE
(Softly)
Lucky for me you were wandering about. Thank you again. I've been terrible bother to you.
SCOTTIE
No.
She reaches up to feel her hair.
MADELEINE
When you ...
(And suddenly conscious of her nakedness again, and embarrassed)
There were pins in my hair....
SCOTTIE
Oh! Yes! Here!
He crosses the room swiftly, picks up an ash tray in which he
had deposited her hairpins, takes her handbag from a chair,
and brings them to her.
MADELEINE
Thank you.
She proceeds to do up her hair. He watches her, held by the
movement of her body under the dressing gown as she raises
her arms and deftly sets about putting her hair in order. At
one point, as she works, she looks up and flashes him a
direct smile.
MADELEINE
You shouldn't have brought me here, you know. SCOTTIE I... didn't know where you lived. MADELEINE
You could have looked in my car. Oh,
but you didn't know my car, did you?
SCOTTIE
Yes, I knew which one it was. It's out there, now. But I didn't think you'd want to be brought home that way.
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He nods.
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MADELEINE
No, you are right,
(Pause, as she works)
I'm glad you didn't take me home ...
I wouldn't have known you, to thank
you ...
(Suddenly appalled)
Oh, but I don't know you! And you
don't know me! My name is Madeleine
Elster.
SCOTTIE
My name is John Ferguson.
MADELEINE
That's a good, strong name. Do your friends call you John? Or Jack.
SCOTTIE
John. Old friends. Acquaintances call me Scottie.
MADELEINE
(Smiling)
I shall call you Mr. Ferguson.
SCOTTIE
(Grinning)
No, I wouldn't like that. And after what happened today I should think you could call me Scottie. Or even John.
MADELEINE
I prefer John. There, that's done.
(The hair is in order)
And what do you do, John?
SCOTTIE
Wander about.
MADELEINE
That's a good occupation. And live here ... alone?
A cloud comes over her eyes. She looks away.
MADELEINE
(softly)
One shouldn't live alone.
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SCOTTIE
Some people prefer it.
MADELEINE
No ... it's wrong.
Then she looks up with a small smile, and the cloud is gone
from her eyes, and she speaks completely matter-of-factly.
MADELEINE
(Simply)
I'm married, you know.
Scottie nods almost imperceptibly with his eyes. He looks at
her for a long moment. Then:
SCOTTIE
Will you tell me something? Has this ever happened to you before?
MADELEINE
(startled)
What? SCOTTIE ..-Falling ... into San Francisco Bay?
She laughs with relief, for it seemed to her, for a quick
moment, that he was going to say "falling in love".
MADELEINE
No, never before. I've fallen into lakes, out of rowboats, when I was a little girl. And I fell into a river, once, trying to leap from one stone to another. But I've never fallen into San Francisco Bay. Have you? Ever
before?
SCOTTIE
(Grinning)
No ... this is the first time for me,
too.
And they laugh together, with genuine warmth and friendliness
in their eyes, and it is obvious they are very much taken
with each other. And as they laugh, simultaneously, she
reaches for the cup of coffee, to take another sip, and he
reaches for it, meaning to take it and refill it.
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SCOTTIE
Here, let me give you a lit --
And his hand falls on her outstretched arm and stays there,
and with the contact made, the laughter dies suddenly, and he
is looking down at her intently, and their eyes have met, and
hers are anxious and wondering. And at that moment, the
telephone rings sharply. Scottie races into the bedroom,
closing the door behind him, and gets to the phone.
SCOTTIE
Hello.
ELSTER'S VOICE
Scottie, what happened? She's not home, yet.
SCOTTIE
No, she's all right. She's still here. But I'll get her home soon.
ELSTER'S VOICE
What happened?
SCOTTIE
She ... went into the Bay.
There is a long silence.
SCOTTIE
Hello?
ELSTER'S VOICE
Did she hurt herself?
SCOTTIE
No. She's in fine shape. Nothing to worry about. But she doesn't know. You understand that. She doesn't know what she did.
Another long silence.
ELSTER'S VOICE
Scottie ... Madeleine is twenty-six. Carlotta Valdes committed suicide when she was twenty-six.
And now it is Scottie's turn to be silent. He hangs up
slowly and moves across the room to the door.
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