My Name Is Julia Ross (1945)
Mrs. Hughes: [after interviewing Julia for a live-in secretarial position] She's perfect.
Ralph Hughes: There's even a small resemblance.
Ralph Hughes: You haven't forgotten us again, have you, Marian?
Julia Ross: You know perfectly well I'm Julia Ross!
[to the maid, not in on the conspiracy]
Sparkes: Last week she thought I was the Queen.
Maid: Comin' down in the world, aren't you?
Julia Ross: The next time I apply for a job, I'll ask for *their* references.
Ralph Hughes: Ah, good evening, Miss Ross.
Julia Ross: Good evening.
Ralph Hughes: I'm the doorman tonight. Mother's gone to bed, the maids have gone to the cinema, and - well, I hope you don't mind my showing you up to your room.
Julia Ross: Not at all.
Ralph Hughes: Please, let me help you.
Sparkes: Mrs. Hughes - Ralph!
[She motions for Mrs. Hughes to look. Ralph sitting is in a chair, using a knife to slice a lacy garment into shreds]
Mrs. Hughes: Ralph!
[He looks at her briefly, then continues slicing]
Mrs. Hughes: Put that knife away!
[Again he pauses, but then continues with the knife]
Mrs. Hughes: Try to remember - if it weren't for your temper, you wouldn't be in this awful trouble today.
Ralph Hughes: I'm sorry.
Ralph Hughes: Marion, darling. How do you feel? Why, you look better this morning, much better! Doesn't she, Mother?
Mrs. Hughes: Indeed she does!
Julia Ross: My name isn't Marion, and I'm not married to you or anyone. I was engaged as a secretary! Now what does this all mean? Why did we leave London?
Mrs. Hughes: You haven't forgotten us again, have you, Marion?
Julia Ross: I'm not Marion, and you know it.
Mrs. Hughes: All right, dear. Let's not argue. Let's just have our tea, and perhaps another nap, and then you'll feel much better.
Ralph Hughes: I'm afraid it's cold.
Mrs. Hughes: Alice, bring some more hot water quickly, please.
Alice: Yes, mum.
Julia Ross: I don't know what this is all about, but I promise you some very serious trouble unless you stop it immediately. You know perfectly well I'm Julia Ross.
Mrs. Hughes: Marion, dear, please don't excite yourself so. You'll just bring on another attack.
Julia Ross: Attack? Attack of what?
Mrs. Hughes: Nerves, dear, just nerves. Oh, we do so want you to know you're with your own family!
Julia Ross: Nonsense!
Ralph Hughes: Marion, darling!
[He grasps her by her arm]
Ralph Hughes: Control yourself!
Julia Ross: Let me go.
Mrs. Hughes: We're doing everything in our power to make you well again.
Julia Ross: [Ralph's grasp becomes painful] Let me go! If you don't stop this, I'll have you arrested!
[Clearly Ralph's grip is unbearable]
Julia Ross: Why are you doing this? It's so stupid, so silly!
Mrs. Hughes: [Ralph picks up a large fragment of a broken mirror. He smashes it down on the table, shattering it into pieces] Ralph, stop that!
Julia Ross: I've been wondering if maybe you and your mother aren't right about me. I've been thinking maybe I really have been ill.
Ralph Hughes: Have you, Marion?
Julia Ross: Yes. So I've been trying to look back and remember things. What was my name before we were married?
Ralph Hughes: Campbell. Marion Campbell.
Julia Ross: And what about my family? Where are they?
Ralph Hughes: Your parents are dead, Marion.
Julia Ross: Haven't I any family at all? No one to visit me?
Ralph Hughes: No!
Julia Ross: Or to write?
Ralph Hughes: [Looking out at the ocean] Beautiful, isn't it? Would you like to listen to the sea and hear what it says? It doesn't say anything, does it? That's what I like about the sea. It never tells its secrets, and it has many - very many secrets.
Julia Ross: I'd like to go to a doctor. Alice says there's a good one in the village. I'm sure he could help me.
Ralph Hughes: You've been to the best specialists in London... You know, I'm a very lucky man to find such an attractive wife.
Julia Ross: Where did you find me? I can't remember.
Ralph Hughes: Switzerland.
Julia Ross: What were we doing there?
Ralph Hughes: I was visiting some people. You were in school.
Julia Ross: What school?
Ralph Hughes: Why not try to remember more pleasant things? Like our honeymoon.
[He kisses her so hard that he draws blood. She holds her hand to her mouth and runs away]
Julia Ross: What do you want?
Ralph Hughes: That's not a very friendly way for a wife to greet her husband.
Julia Ross: Wife!
Ralph Hughes: Please don't be afraid of me. For awhile today, I thought we were going to be friends, the way we used to be.
Julia Ross: Why don't you stop this farce?
Ralph Hughes: It's not a farce. I've always loved you, Marion. Or would it make any difference if I called you Julia?
Julia Ross: Get out of here! Stop it!
[She calls for the maid]
Julia Ross: Alice!
[Ralph kisses her roughly. She slaps him and screams for the maid again as Ralph furiously tries to push her out of the window. The maid enters the room suddenly, and Ralph realizes he must cover up his murderous intentions]
Ralph Hughes: Marion, how could you do such a thing?
[Then he speaks to the maid]
Ralph Hughes: Mrs. Hughes tried to throw herself out of the window! Get my mother. Hurry! And then get someone from the village to come up here and put some bars on these windows! It isn't safe to leave my wife alone any longer!
Ralph Hughes: Don't huddle way over there in the corner. You should sit closer so that people can see what a handsome couple we are!
Ralph Hughes: It's all Marion's fault. She shouldn't have cried.
Mrs. Hughes: Ralph, you never told me - was it an accident, or did you intend to kill her after she made her will?
Ralph Hughes: I didn't plan it. I liked her well enough, but when she found out I'd been lying about my income, she accused me of marrying her for her money. I said of course that was what I'd married her for. Then she cried. She was always crying. Then she slapped me. I had my knife in my hand, and I...
[He begins slashing at the sofa cushion with his knife, slicing it over and over]
Mrs. Hughes: Stop it, stop it!
Ralph Hughes: Don't do that!
Mrs. Hughes: Put that away! Ralph, I'm trying to help you.
Ralph Hughes: I still say we should have called the police and told them a prowler broke in and killed her.
Mrs. Hughes: With the marks of your fingers on her? The scratches on your face?
Ralph Hughes: Why try to save her? Let her die. That's what we want.
Mrs. Hughes: Don't be stupid, Ralph. If she's taken poison, we must act as though we cared!