-- by Debbie Dunlap --
Chapter Ten - Some Explaining to Do
Jimmy reaches over and yanks aside the curtains. Lorea
stands quite exposed. Still in her beautiful, shimmering green gown, she stand out as a
jewel next to the faded & patched curtain.
A collective intake of breath is audible from the
Beside the flashy, but trashy Morea stands
Moreas mirror image. Yet not her double in enough minute ways as to make the idea
instantly absurd that one had ever mistaken Morea for the lovely Lorea.
Jimmy exclaims, Jehosaphat! Will you look at
Kate exhales, Well, I never!
Irene questions, Never what, Kate?
Kate turns on Irene, Oh, hush for once in your
life, will you!
Cary looks from one to the other, his hands on his
hips. His eyebrows furrow and his gaze finally comes to rest on Lorea. What gives
here?! I want to know whats going on, and I want an answer right now!
Irene practically bubbles, as if shes won the
grand prize on a game show, See! I told you that the other one wasnt her! This
one is her. That ones not, but she is. See, she has that tiny little mole on
her left upper lip. Well, actually its too high to actually say its on her
lip. Anyway, she doesnt have a mole. And I distinctly recall never having
seen a mole when we were at that cozy little club. Although, it was quite dark...
Kate interrupts, If you dont put a sock in
it right now...!
Cary, whose attention hasnt left
Lorea, is still
expecting an explanation.
Lorea has dropped her head in mortification. She is
unable to meet Carys demanding glance, unable to compose a reasonable explanation. A
solitary tear slides down her cheek.
Morea looks from Cary to Jimmy to Kate to Irene then
to Lorea. Will someone please tell ME what goes here!?
"Would all of you like to sit down? Ill fix
a pot of tea, the calming voice of Aunt Martha invites.
Disgruntled, Cary turns to pull up a chair, but sees
the forgotten Archie perched atop the table. And just what is your place in this
tricky business? Dont think I dont recognize you young man.
All eyes, but those of Aunt Martha, who is busy
getting tea, turn to Archie. Irene suppresses an exclamation of surprise.
Archie growls in his foghorn voice, I aint
in no business, Mister. Im just a kid. He skooches over to the edge of the
table, poised to hop down.
Cary puts his hand atop the little boys
disheveled head and forces Archie to look up at him, Youre the kid who gave me
the letter this morning outside the studio.
Yea, so what if I did? Archie attempts to
jerk his head from Carys grasp. Cary holds firm.
Is that lady over there the one who sent me the
letter? Cary points at Lorea with his free hand.
Miss Lorea? Shucks, no, Mister. It wasnt
her that sent it, sincerity shines in Archies eyes.
Cary narrows his eyes at the little liar,
Alright then, was it her? He points at Morea.
Archie bursts into laughter, You mean Mo?!
Thats a good one!
Cary shakes the boy, I know one of these women
sent that message, now which one was it?
Startled and becoming frightened by the force of
Carys grasp, the boy raises his hand and points.
Mouths are once again agape, a head is again hung low.
Aunt Martha, voice calm and in control announces,
The tea is ready. Perhaps if we all sit down and have some tea, well get this
ironed out in no time. Mo, Ive forgotten the sugar. Can you get it for me?
can you get the extra cups and saucers? Please everyone, do sit down.
Cary collapses into the chair hed been about to
claim before hed spotted Archie.
Archie escapes soundlessly through the door.
Irene stammers, I can explain Cary. Its
all very silly. It was just a prank. We were worried about you, you see...
Oh, no you dont! Dont hang me on
your coat tails. You said you you gave Cary the note, not little Oliver
there. Kate waves her arm in the direction of the door.
His name is Archie, Kate, not Oliver,
Cary shouts, I dont care if hes the
Easter Bunny! The point is, you sent me the note, Irene. I thought it was
Lorea. I pursued
Lorea because I thought shed sent it.
Cary stands, jams his hands into his pockets.
Pursued?! He throws his hands out in a gesture of extreme frustration. I
hunted this woman down like she was on the 10 Most Wanted List! Look at her!
All eyes look at Lorea. A small, but brilliant sight,
she sits upon the lumpy divan, unwilling to face the eyes of the group, seeming to shrink
from sight before their eyes.
We burst in here, hounding her. Hounding her
sister. He turns toward Aunt Martha, Frightening her poor mother half to
death. And look, here she is pouring ME tea!
"Young man, please sit down. As I said before, I
think if we just sit and have a cup of tea and discuss this calmly, well have it all
straightened out in no time. Aunt Martha finishes pouring the tea, sits the teapot
on the table and pulls up a chair.
"First of all, Im not the girls
mother. Im their aunt. My name is Martha. Martha Curtis. She looks from face
to face of the visitors, expecting, and receiving, a greeting and a name.
"James Stewart, mam.
"Katharine Hepburn, Mrs. Curtis.
"And Im Irene Dunne. Mrs Curtis, Im
awfully sorry for the mess I seem to have created...
Aunt Martha holds up her hand, politely gesturing for
Irenes silence. Aunt Martha looks to Cary.
Hello, Mrs. Curtis. Cary Grant, and he
nods his head in respect.
Thank you all. And please call me Aunt Martha.
Mo? Lorea? You two want to speak for yourselves?
Lorea looks at her aunt, but says nothing.
Morea, on the other hand, bolts up from her seat and
faces their guests. Aunt Martha, I dont know why I have to introduce myself to
a bunch of .... She eyes the cut of the mens suits, the womens furs, the
womens ludicrous hats, ...of rich lunatics!
Mo, Aunt Martha soothes.
"Oh, alright. My name is Morea Moore, she
looks at Cary, and Im NOT Loreas sister.
Kate interrupts, But...
Morea turns to Kate. Im her cousin. I just
got in town yesterday to help Lorea out of a jam. Our mothers were twin sisters, Mo
Mo narrows her eyes at the group, So it was
Lorea you loons thought you were chasing, huh? She looks at her quiet cousin, who is
wringing her hands, deep in distressed thought. Mo moves to sit beside Lorea on the old
divan. Mo tenderly places her hands over Loreas. Lorea looks at Mo and gently
smiles. Mo quietly laughs, Thats a good one, huh Lorea? Someone chasin
after you for a change. Mo looks up at Cary, And a good lookin one at
Cary stands, I am so terribly embarrassed and
sorry to have caused this awful scene. Im sure our absence will be welcome and a
blessing to all of you.
Taking their clue from Cary, Jimmy, Kate and Irene
rise to leave.
Miss Moore, please accept our apologies,
Mo nods her head.
Miss Lorea, Im sorry to have forced myself
upon you, Cary apologizes. He looks longingly at Lorea, but she is still unable to
meet Carys eyes.
Finally, Cary turns to Aunt Martha, Thank you
for the tea and especially for your voice of reason this evening. I can assure you,
its the first Ive heard all evening. He looks pointedly at Kate and
To Kate he mocks, Minnie the Moocher?!
To Irene he mocks in a falsetto, The
angels must have sent you.
Mo snaps, What about Minnie the Moocher? What
Lorea, barely audible, whispers, I
wrote that the angels must have sent you.
-- by Aileen Mackintosh --
Chapter 11 - Her Favourite Husband?!?
There are several minutes of silence in the room as
Lorea, Mo and Aunt Martha watch their visitors disappear, then Lorea turns to her Aunt and
says in a voice that trembles with emotion, "Oh Aunt Martha, all I wanted was to talk
with Cary for a little while - he is such a good listener and he was just explaining to me
how he may be able to find my darling Patrick." She breaks off as her emotions
Aunt Martha puts her arm around Loreas
shoulders, "My dear, dont worry. I have a feeling that Cary will be back in
touch. She hugs her gently, "he seemed very taken by you."
"Yeah, youre a lucky gal Lor, the only men
I EVER get chasin me are only after one thing - and it aint my witty
conversation!!!" Mo adds an odd expression crossing her face momentarily, unnoticed
however by Lorea and Martha.
Jimmy, Cary, Kate and Irene are seen walking down the street in silence, but with an
atmosphere that you could cut with a knife. At last the silence is broken as Irene says,
"Cary were sorry, but I still think there is something fishy going on. That
woman really does look like Minnie the Moocher AND its funny that that Morea dame looks so
similar, I mean they may be cousins, but..."
"Perhaps shes a skeleton in the family
cupboard and shes blackmailing Lorea and her Aunt, and shes the one
thats the moocher or perhaps it was a cover for something more sinister, or.."
Kate interrupts, beginning to go into verbal overdrive.
Cary stops her mid flow, his exasperated expression
softening slightly "Hey, be realistic! Irene what have you been putting in
Kates drink - vitamin pills? If you must know, Lorea was asking for me to help her
find her husband Pat - Mickey Chin knows people who know, you know. I was introducing
"Know what?" asks Jimmy
"THINGS! I grant you though, Irene, Morea IS a
puzzle - I wonder perhaps she has something to do with Pats disappearance. Well, its
getting late, Im sure Ill feel better in the morning." He hails a taxi
and is soon out of sight.
Jimmy and Irene turn to see Kate a dreamy look on her
face and an inane grin, staring in the direction the taxi has gone her arm still raised in
Irene waves her hand in front of Kates face
"Snap out of it! I thought you were through with Cary anyway."
"Oh, I am." she replies somewhat
Irene and Jimmy look at each other and then both of
them turn and stare at Kate.
"I AM. Honestly you two sicken me youre
worse than SPY magazine."
Theyre still looking skeptical as a cab pulls
Next day and at the end of the hallway we see Cary in his apartment in deep conversation
on the telephone, he has his back to us. To one side and out of Carys vision we see
someone creeping into one of the rooms off the hallway. It is hard to make out who it is
as they have on a voluminous coat with the collar turned up and a large floppy hat. As the
camera follows them round while they search Carys apartment we hear Carys side
of the telephone conversation.
"Oh, Aunt Martha, is Lorea there?"
"She isnt? Well, do you know where I can
There is a long pause while Cary listens intently,
"But I never phoned until now. Morea said I rang?
She did, did she?" another pause.
"OK. Listen, Aunt Martha, where did she say she
In a voice that is getting frantic "I said not to
tell anyone, huh?"
He rings off and says to himself, "Maybe Kate
wasnt so wrong about Mo after all."
Turning round he spots the intruder, who
finding theyve been spotted, starts to make a dash for the door...
-- by Helen Fredericks --
Chapter 12 - If the Glove Fits
Just as the intruder is about to run out the door,
Cary leaps and grabs the gloved hand and hangs on for dear life. As he tries to get his
footing, the intruder knocks Cary's legs out from under him and he falls backwards. The
intruder gives a pull and slips out of his grasp, but leaving the glove and a piece of
paper in Cary's grip. The intruder is down the hall and enters the stairs as Cary jumps up
and runs after the mysterious figure.
As he reaches the door to the stairwell, he flings
open the door and charges down the stairs and right into his elderly neighbor, Mrs. Simms.
The elderly lady is knocked off balance, dropping her bag of groceries and beginning to
fall down the steps she had just climbed when Cary grabs her and saves her from certain
"Don't hurt me!" Mrs. Simms screams!
"Help! Help!" She begins to struggle against Cary's grasp. "You scoundrel!
Preying on the elderly!"
Before Cary can say anything, Mrs. Simms begins to
beat Cary over the head with her purse and yells, "Help, Police! Help!!"
Finally Cary gets his voice back and says, "Mrs.
Simms! It's Cary! Your neighbor!" Cary fights off her assault. "Mrs. Simms, its
Cary!" He repeats as she begins to recognize him.
"Oh Cary!" she says, "It's you!"
"Yes, Mrs. Simms, it's me. Are you all
right?" Cary asks. "I am terribly sorry. Are you hurt?"
Mrs. Simms calms down and begins to straighten her
dress. "My, My!" Don't you young people watch where you are going?" She
says more in general than to Cary! "A person cannot even walk up the stairs to her
apartment any more with out being knocked down and assaulted!"
"I am truly sorry Mrs. Simms." Cary says as
he leans over the railing just in time to hear the first floor door close.
"What is wrong with you?" Mrs. Simms asks.
"I was trying to catch up with someone. I am
sorry." Cary bends down and begins to pick up the groceries that had scattered
everywhere. "I'll get these for you."
Mrs. Simms sits down on the step to catch her breath.
"Why don't you use the elevator, Mrs.
Simms?" Cary asks as he puts the last items back into the bag.
"I don't like those new-fangled things. God gave
us legs and we should use them!" Mrs. Simms, smoothes her skirt as she stands up with
Cary walks her to her door and apologizes one more
time. After she is safely inside her apartment, he pauses at the stairs and then goes back
to his own, walks in and looks around. There on the floor is a black leather glove. He
reaches down and picks it up. As he does a piece of paper falls to the floor.
'What's this,' he thinks to himself, and picks up the
paper. 'It looks like some sort of playbill' he thinks. He walks over to his couch and
sits down. Slowly he opens the torn piece of paper. Suddenly he says aloud, "What the
.... Where did THIS come from?"
The camera pans down to see half of a playbill from
the Hippodrome Theater, dated September 21,1920. Cary slowly opens, turns the playbill
over once and then to the front again. On the front is the name of the show, GOOD TIMES.
And towards the bottom it says: "Straight from England the Amazing Pender
Cary looks at it more closely and thinks to himself,
"Why would someone have the front page of an old playbill from my vaudeville days AND
why would they break into my apartment?" Cary scratches his head. Then he turns it
over and suddenly sits up straight and a small high pitched sound comes from his throat.
"Oh, NO!" Cary says aloud. "Not
The camera pans down and we see the other side of the
paper. There in the list of cast members are two names that are circled. One is Patrick
Mahoney and the other is Archie Leach.
Then in thick blank ink are the words: Bring Archie
to me or you will never see Patrick again.
Cary slowly lowers his hand and the playbill slips
from his hand.
"This can't be the Patrick, Lorea
was asking me to help her find." He says aloud. "Patrick Mahoney is dead!"
In his mind Cary sees a tall young man walking along the railing of the Brooklyn Bridge.
He has a bottle of beer in one hand and is laughing! In mid laugh, he loses his footing
and falls from the bridge! Cary sees him fall and just as he sees Patrick hits the water
in his mind, someone begins to pound on his door. Cary is suddenly jolted back to the
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