Studio One in Hollywood: No tears for Hilda

PAUL BRENSON (VOICEOVER): Whether it's a product for home

or business, farm or factory, you

can be sure if it's Westinghouse.

Come in.

Oh, just a minute.

One of those snap locks.

Oh.

George.

George, you old son.

How are you?

It's good to see you.

It's good to see you, Peter.

Hey, you should have given me some warning.

Wanted to surprise you.

Well come on in.

Sit down.

I'll get us up a couple of drinks.

What'll you have?

I don't know.

I don't drink very much anymore, but this

is sort of an occasion.

An old-fashioned, I guess.

Hello.

Room service, please.

Say, this is pretty impressive.

What'll I do, salute?

You've really gone up in the world.

Ah, just means I wasn't as smart as you.

Should have gotten out while the getting's good.

I don't know.

Maybe you were smarter than you think.

Hello?

Hello, room service.

Would you send up two old fashioneds and two Ryan sodas?

914.

Thanks.

Two?

That's just the starter, boy.

Now come on, sit down.

I want to hear all about everything.

Oh, there isn't much to tell.

Things go along pretty much as usual.

-How about that cute little wife of yours?

Hilda?

She's fine.

Kids?

Only one, Julie.

She's not really mine, you know.

Hilda was married before.

Oh, yes.

Of course.

I forgot.

Did you really just get in?

Two hours ago.

You're the first person I called.

Really?

I hadn't expected you to do that.

Why not?

Told you I would, didn't I?

Well yes, you told me.

But that was a long time ago.

What difference does that make?

Oh, I don't know.

Lots of times people mean things and when the time comes,

other things seem more important.

Hey, George.

Why so humble?

Oh, it's just like the OSS.

I always wanted the other assignment.

I used to go to old Compstock every week.

He told me I was more valuable where I was.

Then you'd bail out over Yugoslavia or something

and I'd go right on sorting statistics.

I've been at it so long, I've got the bookkeeper's edge.

I want to rob a bank.

Oh.

You're-- you're a dope but of course you always were.

When are you going to ask me out to see the family?

You'd like to come?

Why of course.

You know I would.

I've got to see the most beautiful girl in the world.

Hilda, of course.

We'd be glad to have you.

When could you make it?

Well, let's see.

I've got to get down to Washington

to file a report tomorrow afternoon.

I should be back Saturday sometime after lunch.

-Would you come out to the house for dinner?

You know I would.

-Oh, I know Hilda would like that.

Why don't I call her now?

Go right ahead.

Oh, I'll get the door.

Pelham, 20604.

-Put them right there on the desk.

We may want another round.

I'll call you if we do.

Hello, Hilda.

George.

Hello, darling.

I'm with Peter Brook at the moment.

That's right.

That's right.

Well he just came in today.

He's going to Washington tomorrow

but he'll be back on Saturday.

Not doing anything Saturday, are we?

Oh, that's fine.

I'll be a little late, dear, so don't wait up for me.

All right, darling.

All right, dear.

Love you.

Well, it's a date, I guess.

It's a date.

-She seemed pretty excited about meeting you at last.

-Well I'm pretty eager to meet her, too.

Well?

Well.

PAPERBOY (SHOUTING): Paper.

Yes?

Hello.

Is this the Lambert house?

Yes.

Who did you wish to see?

Why, of course.

You're Hilda.

-No, I'm-- are you a friend of the family's?

Yes.

They expect me, I think.

I'm the man who came to dinner.

Oh, I see.

Perhaps you'd better come in.

Thanks.

He from the hospital?

Yes.

Well, OK.

But don't let anybody else in without asking me first.

I won't.

Will you come in, please.

Hospital?

What hospital?

-I thought it would cause less trouble if I said yes.

I'll try to explain.

-Are you quite sure that this is George Lambert's house?

Quite.

Are you a friend of theirs?

No.

I'm-- I'd like to put this to you as gently as possible.

But I'm afraid there's no other way.

Mrs. Lambert was killed last night.

Killed?

How?

Carbon monoxide.

Mr. Lambert found in the garage about 9 o'clock.

The car was still running.

She had been dead nearly three hours when the police arrived.

Oh.

God, that's cruel.

Poor George.

-Are you an old friend of Mr. Lambert's?

Yes.

We were in the OSS for three years together.

Did you know Mrs. Lambert?

Only from what he told me.

She was everything in the world to him.

Yes.

And to many others.

As a friend of Mr. Lambert's, I think you should know this,

however.

The police are not convinced that Mrs.

Lambert's death was accidental.

They're holding Mr. Lambert as a material witness.

Holding George?

Why, that's ridiculous.

He was out of his mind about her.

Forgive me.

But may I ask who you are.

Yes, of course.

My name is Stephanie Gireaux.

I'm with the Pomeroy Clinic in Terrytown.

I've come here to pick up the Lambert's child Julie.

She's going to spend a while with us.

I see.

Uh--

She's upstairs now.

She ought to be down any minute.

Has she no family?

I mean, why should she have to go to a clinic?

-Julie's been at the clinic twice before, Major Brook.

She's a very sick child, I'm afraid.

-Sick-- you mean, you're a psychologist, Miss Gireaux.

Yes.

There's no family here.

Mrs. Lambert was a Canadian.

Mr. Lambert's mother and father died when he was a child.

Yes.

Yes, I remember that.

Can you tell me where George is now?