- Hello, Mrs MacGruder. - Hello, Miss Daniels.
Have you ever seen so many gulls? What do you suppose it is?
There must be a storm at sea. That can drive them inland, you know.
I was hoping you'd be a little late. He hasn't arrived yet.
- But you said 3.00. - I know.
I know. I've been calling all morning. You have no idea.
They are so difficult to get. Really, they are.
We have to get them from India when they're baby chicks, and then...
- This one won't be a chick, will he? - Oh, no, certainly not.
- This will be a full-grown mynah bird. - And he'll talk?
Well, yes, of course he'll...
Well, no, you'll have to teach him to talk.
I guess maybe I'd better phone. They said 3.00.
Maybe it's the traffic. I'll call.
- Would you mind waiting? - Well, maybe you'd better deliver him.
- Let me give you my address. - Oh, well, alright,
but I'm sure they're on the way.
Would you mind if I called?
No. Alright.
- I wonder if you could help me. - What?
I said, I wonder if you could help me.
Yes. What is it you're looking for, sir?
- Lovebirds. - Lovebirds, sir?
Yes. I understand there are different varieties.
- Is that true? - Well, yes, there are.
These are for my sister for her birthday and, as she's only going to be 11,
I wouldn't want a pair of birds that were... too demonstrative.
- I understand completely. - At the same time,
- I wouldn't want them to be too aloof. - Of course not.
Do you happen to have a pair of birds that are... just friendly?
Oh, I think so. Now, then, let me see.
Aren't those lovebirds?
No. Those are, uh... red birds.
I thought they were strawberry finches.
Yes. We call them that, too.
Here we are. Lovebirds.
Those are canaries.
- Doesn't this make you feel awful? - Doesn't what make me feel...?
Having all these poor, innocent creatures caged up like this?
We can't just let them fly around the shop.
I suppose not.
Is there an ornithological reason for keeping them in separate cages?
- Certainly. It's to protect the species. - Yes, that's important,
- especially during the moulting season. - That's a particularly dangerous time.
- Are they moulting now? - Some of them are.
How can you tell?
Well, they... get a sort of hangdog expression.
Yes, I see. Well, what about the lovebirds?
Are you sure you wouldn't like to see a canary instead?
We have some very nice canaries this week.
Alright.
Alright. May I see it, please?
Oh! Oh!
What is it? Oh! Oh!
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Oh! Oh!
There we are.
- Oh, there. - Wonderful.
Back in your gilded cage, Melanie Daniels.
- What did you say? - I was merely drawing a parallel.
- How did you know my name? - A little birdie told me.
Good day, Miss Daniels. Madam.
Hey, wait a minute. I don't know you.
- Ah, but I know you. - How?
- We met in court. - We never met in court or anyplace else.
- I'll rephrase it. I saw you in court. - When?
Don't you remember your practical joke
that resulted in the smashing of a plate-glass window?
- I didn't break that window. - Yes, but your little prank did.
The judge should have put you behind bars.
- What are you, a policeman? - I merely believe in the law.
And I'm not too keen on practical jokers.
- What do you call your lovebird story? - I really wanted the lovebirds.
You knew I didn't work here. You deliberately -
Right, I recognised you when I came in.
I thought you might like to know what it's like to be on the other end of a gag.
- What do you think of that? - I think you're a louse.
I am. Good day, Miss Daniels. Madam.
- I'm glad you didn't get your lovebirds. - I'll find something else.
See you in court.
- Who was that man? - I have no idea.
They said the mynah bird would be here later this afternoon
- if you'd care to come back. - No, you'd better send him.
- May I use this phone? - Why, certainly.
Daily News? It's Melanie Daniels. Could you get me the City Desk?
Just a minute, Mrs MacGruder.
Hello, Charlie. Melanie.
I want you to do a favour for me.
No, this is a small one.
Pressure you? Why, Charlie, darling, would I try to pressure you?
Would you call the Department of Motor Vehicles for me?
Find out who owns this licence plate: WJH 003.
Yes, a California plate.
No. I'll stop off in a little while. Is Daddy in his office?
No, I don't want to break in on a meeting. Tell him I'll see him later.
Thank you, Charlie.
- Do you have any lovebirds? - Well, no, not in the shop,
- but I can order them for you. - How soon?
- Well, when would you want them? - Immediately.
I could probably have them by tomorrow morning. Would that be alright?
That would be just fine.
- Miss, is that for Mitch Brenner? - Yes.
- He's not home. - That's alright.
He won't be back until Monday. I mean, if those birds are for him.
- Monday? - Yes.
I don't think you should leave them in the hall, do you?
Well, where did he go?
Bodega Bay. He goes there every weekend.
- Bodega Bay. Where's that? - Up the coast.
- About 60 miles north of here. - Sixty miles... Oh!
It's 1½ hours by freeway, or two hours if you take the coast highway.
I'd look after them myself, but I'm going away too. I'm awfully sorry.
- Good morning. - Good morning.
- I wonder if you could help me. - I'll try my best.
- I'm looking for a Mitchell Brenner. - Yeah.
- Do you know him? - Yeah.
- Where does he live? - Right here, Bodega Bay.
- Yes, I know, but where? - Right across the bay there.
Where?
- Now, see where I'm pointing? - Yes.
- See them two big trees across there? - On the other side of the bay? Yes.
- And the white house? - Yes.
- That's where the Brenners live. - The Brenners? Mr and Mrs Brenner?
No, just Lydia and the two kids.
- The two kids? - Yeah, Mitch and the little girl.
Oh, I see. How do I get down there?
You follow the road around the bay, and that'll take you to their front door.
The front door. Is there a back road I can take?
- No. That's the only road. - You see, I want to surprise them.
Oh?
- I don't want them to see me arrive. - Oh.
It's a surprise, you see.
Well, you could get yourself a boat
and cut right across the bay to their dock.
Where would I get a boat?
Down by the Tides Restaurant.
Did you ever handle an outboard boat?
Of course.
- Want me to order one for you? - Well, thank you.
- What name? - Daniels.
- OK.
- I wonder if you could tell me... - Yeah. Hold it a minute, please.
...the little girl's name? - The little Brenner girl?
- Yes. - Alice, I think.
Harry, what's the Brenner girl's name?
- Lois. - Alice, isn't it?
- No, it's Lois. - It's Alice.
- Are you sure? - Not positive, if that's what you mean.
I need her exact name.
Oh, uh... Just hold on one more minute, please.
In that case, I'll tell you what you do.
Go straight through town till you see a little hotel on your left. Turn right there.
- Now, you got that? - Yes.
Near the top of the hill, you'll see the school, and just beyond,
a little house with a red mailbox.
That's where Annie Hayworth, the schoolteacher, lives.
- Ask her about the little Brenner girl. - Well, thank you.
Save yourself a lot of trouble. Name's Alice for sure.
Can I have the boat in about 20 minutes?
- How much for the phone calls? - Oh, it's nothing.
Thank you.
- Who is it? - Me.
Who's "me"?
- Miss Hayworth? - Yes.
I'm Melanie Daniels. I'm sorry to bother you, but...
- Yes? - The man at the post office sent me.
He said you could tell me the name of the Brenner girl.
Cathy?
The one who lives in the white house across the bay?
- That's the one. Cathy Brenner. - He seemed sure it was Alice or Lois.
Which is why the mail never gets delivered to the right place in this town.
- I'm sorry. Smoke? - Thank you.
Did you want to see Cathy about something?
Well, not exactly.
Oh.
Are you a friend of Mitch's?
No, not really.
I've been wanting a cigarette for the last 20 minutes.
I just couldn't convince myself to stop.
This tilling of the soil can become compulsive.
- It's a very pretty garden. - Oh, thank you.
Well, it's something to do in your spare time.
There's a lot of spare time in Bodega Bay.
Are you planning on staying long?
No, just a few hours.
Then you're leaving after you see Cathy?
Well, something like that.
I'm sorry. I don't mean to sound so mysterious.
- Actually, it's none of my business. - Well, I'd better be on my way.
- Thank you very much. - Not at all.
Did you drive up from San Francisco by the coast road?
- Yes. - Nice drive.
- It's very beautiful. - Is that where you met Mitch?
Yes.
I guess that's where everyone meets Mitch.
Now you sound a bit mysterious, Miss Hayworth.
Do I? I don't mean to.
Actually, I'm an open book, I'm afraid.
- Or, rather, a closed one.
- Oh, pretty. What are they? - Lovebirds.
I see. Good luck, Miss Daniels.
Thank you.
- Can I get out this way? - Go right around.
- It'll take you back to the main road. - Thank you.
- Do you have a boat for Miss Daniels? - Yes, ma'am. It's the one right below.
- Are you alright? - I think so. What made it do that?
That's the damnedest thing I ever saw.
It seemed to swoop at you deliberately. Oh, you're bleeding, too.
Let's take care of that. OK? That's a girl.
Come on.
What happened, Mitch?
- Gull hit her. - A gull?
Oh. Let's try up at the restaurant, alright?
- Might need a tetanus shot. - I had a booster
before I went abroad last May.
- What happened? - Hello, Deke. Young lady cut herself.
- Shall I call a doctor? - I don't think it's that serious.
Helen, get some cotton and antiseptic.
- Um, you cut yourself outside, miss? - Don't worry, Deke. She did it in a boat.
I had a man trip and fall in the parking lot once.
Sued me before I could bat an eyelash.
I don't think Miss Daniels is going to sue anybody.
Well, you're the lawyer.
Thank you.
- What's that? - Just some peroxide.
I'll clean out the cut.
- So you're a lawyer. - That's right.
Of course, I usually defend people, but if I were prosecuting...
- Do you practise here? - San Francisco. Why are you up here?
- What kind of law? - Criminal.
Is that why you want to see everyone behind bars?
Oh, not everyone.
- Only violators and practical jokers. - That's right.
- Ow! - Oh, sorry. What are you doing up here?
Didn't you see the lovebirds?
Oh, you mean, you came all this way to bring me those birds?
To bring your sister those birds. You said it was her birthday.
- Besides, I was coming up anyway. - What for?
- To see a friend of mine. Careful. - Oh, sorry.
Uh... who's your friend?
Annie Hayworth, the schoolteacher.
Annie Hayworth.
Well, small world.
Yes.
How do you know Annie?
We went to school together. College.
Did you? Imagine that.
- How long are you staying up here? - The weekend.
I think the bleeding's almost stopped. Why don't you hold that on?
- So you came up to see Annie, huh? - Yes.
- I think you came up to see me. - Why would I want to see you?
I don't know, but you must have gone to a lot of trouble
to find out who I was and where I lived.
It was no trouble at all. I simply called my father's newspaper.
Besides, I was coming up anyway. I've already told you that.
- You really like me, huh? - I loathe you.
You have no manners. You're arrogant and conceited.
I wrote you a letter about it, in fact, but I tore it up.
- What did it say? - None of your business.
I can't say I like your seagulls much, either.
- I come all the way up here to... - You were coming anyway, remember?
Mitch? I thought I saw your car. What are you doing in town?
- I had to acknowledge a delivery. - A what?
Mother, I'd like you to meet Melanie Daniels.
How do you do?
How do you do, Miss Daniels? Acknowledge a what?
A delivery. Miss Daniels brought us
- some birds from San Francisco. - Oh.
- For Cathy's birthday. Where is she? - Across at Brinkmeyer's.
Miss Daniels is staying here for the weekend
So I've already invited her for dinner tonight.
You did go to the trouble of bringing those birds.
- I couldn't possibly. - You did say birds?
Yes, lovebirds.
Oh, I see.
So we couldn't let you get away without thanking you in some small way.
And you haven't met Cathy, and you are staying the weekend.
- Well, yes, but... - You are, aren't you?
- Certainly, but... - Then it's all settled.
- What time is dinner, Mother? - 7.00, the same as usual.
- I'll pick you up. Where are you staying? - With Annie, of course.
Oh, of course. How stupid of me. A quarter to seven?
Annie may have made other plans. I'll have to see.
Besides, I can find my own way.
You're sure now? You won't hire a boat or anything?
- I'm sure. - Seven o'clock, then.
- Maybe. - We'll be waiting for you.
- How's your head? - Much better, thank you.
A gull hit me, Mrs Brenner, that's all.
- Oh, hi. Did you find her alright? - Yes, I did.
I was wondering...
Uh, that sign there.
Do you suppose I could have the room for just a single night?
I was planning on renting it for a longer time -
I would appreciate it. I've tried everywhere in town. They're all full.
Well, alright. Got your bags in the car?
Well, it's utilitarian, I'll say that.
I just picked up some things for the night at the general store.
- I hadn't planned on staying very long. - Yes, I know.
Did something unexpected come up?
Yes. May I use your phone? I'd like to call home.
I just put some coffee on the stove.
- Don't they ever stop migrating?
Hi!
- Miss Daniels? - Yes.
Oh, they're beautiful!
They're just what I wanted. Is there a man and a woman?
- I cant tell which is which. - Well, I suppose so.
- Hello. Annie had no plans, huh? - No.
We're very glad you could come. Are you hungry?
- Reasonably. - Dinner's just about ready.
We've been looking at the chickens. Something seems to be wrong with them.
There's nothing wrong with the chickens. I'm going to call Fred Brinkmeyer now.
What good's that going to do? The chickens won't eat.
He sold the feed to me, didn't he?
- Caveat emptor. Let the buyer beware. - Whose side are you on?
- Merely quoting the law, dear. - Never mind the law.
This won't take long, Miss Dan- Hello, Fred? Lydia Brenner.
I didn't interrupt your dinner, did I?
That feed you sold me is no good.
The chicken feed. Well, it's just no good.
The chickens won't eat it. They're always hungry.
I opened a sack for them when I got home, and they just wouldn't touch it.
You know chickens as well as I do, and when they won't eat,
there's something wrong with what they're being fed.
No, they're not fussy chickens.
Who? What's he got to do with it?
- Is that your father? - Mm-hmm. Please sit down.
I don't care how many sacks of feed you sold him. My chickens -
Oh, I see.
Dan Fawcett.
This afternoon? That proves what I'm saying. The feed you sold us -
Oh.
Well, maybe I'd better go over and see him.
You don't think there's something going around, do you?
No, never!
No, they don't seem sick at all. They just won't eat.
Uh-huh.
Well, I'll try to go over and see him. Maybe he -
Uh-huh. Alright.
Thanks.
He had a call from Dan Fawcett a while ago. His chickens won't eat either.
It's what you said, Mom. Mr Brinkmeyer's feed is no good.
No, Cathy. He sold Mr Fawcett a different brand.
You don't think they're getting sick, do you, Mitch?
I still don't understand how you knew I wanted lovebirds.
Your brother told me.
Then you knew Mitch in San Francisco?
- Is that right? - No, not exactly.
Mitch knows a lot of people in San Francisco. They're mostly hoods.
- Cathy! - Well, Mom, he's the first to admit it.
He's spends half his day in the detention cells at the Hall of Justice.
In a democracy, everyone is entitled to a fair trial.
- Your brother's practice - - Aw, Mom, please!
I know all that democracy jazz. They're still hoods.
He has a client now who shot his wife in the head six times.
Six times! Can you imagine it?
I mean, even twice would be overdoing it, don't you think?
- Why did he shoot her? - He was watching a ball game on TV.
- What? - His wife changed the channel.
- Are you coming to my party tomorrow? - I don't think so.
- I have to get back to San Francisco. - Don't you like us?
Oh, darling, of course I do.
- Don't you like Bodega Bay? - I don't know yet.
Mitch likes it very much. He comes up every weekend, you know,
even though he has his own apartment in the city.
He says San Francisco's like an anthill at the foot of a bridge.
I suppose it does get hectic at times.
Well, if you do decide to come, don't say I told you about it.
It's supposed to be a surprise party.
They've got this whole complicated thing figured out,
where I'm going to Michelle's and her mother will say she has a headache,
would I mind if she took me home.
Then when I get home here, all the kids'll jump out!
Oh, won't you come? Won't you please come?
I don't think so.
- She's a charming girl, isn't she, Mitch? - Hmm? Yes.
- Certainly pretty. - Mm-hmm.
- How long have you known her? - I told you, dear, we met yesterday.
- In a bird shop. - In a bird shop.
- She was selling birds? - No. I just led her into believing
that I believed she was, and then... It's all very complicated.
But she did buy the lovebirds and then drove all the way here.
- Mother. - Yes?
Where did you go to law school?
Forgive me. I suppose I'm just naturally curious about a girl like that.
- She's very rich, isn't she? - Yeah, I suppose so.
Her father's part owner of one of the big newspapers.
You'd think he could manage to keep her name out of print.
- She's always in the columns, Mitch. - Yes, I know.
She is the one who jumped into a fountain in Rome last summer, isn't she?
- Yes. - I supposed I'm old-fashioned.
I know it was supposed to be very warm there, but...
Well, actually the newspapers said she was naked.
Yes, I know, dear.
It's none of my business, but when you bring a girl like that...
- Darling? - Yes?
I think I can handle Melanie Daniels by myself.
Well... as long as you know what you want, Mitch.
I know exactly what I want.
Be able to find your way back alright?
Oh, yes.
- Will I be seeing you again? - San Francisco's a long way from here.
I'm in San Francisco five days a week with a lot of time on my hands.
I'd like to see you. Maybe we could go swimming or something.
Mother tells me you like to swim.
How does Mother know what I like to do?
- We read the same gossip column. - Oh, that. Rome.
I really like to swim. We might get along very well.
In case you're interested, I was pushed into that fountain.
- Without any clothes on? - With all my clothes on.
The newspaper that ran that story is a rival of my father's paper.
You were just a poor, innocent victim of circumstances?
I'm neither poor nor innocent. The truth of that particular -
Truth is, you're running round with a wild crowd.
Yes, that's the truth, but I was pushed into that fountain.
Uh-huh. Do you really know Annie Hayworth?
No. At least I didn't until I came up here.
- So you didn't go to school together? - No.
- And you didn't come here to see her? - No!
- You were lying! - Yes, I was lying.
What about the letter you wrote me?
- Is that a lie? - No, I wrote the letter.
- What did it say? - It said, "Dear Mr Brenner."
"I think you need these lovebirds after all. They may help your personality."
- That's what it said. - But you tore it up?
- Yes. - Why?
Because it seemed stupid and foolish.
- Like jumping into a fountain in Rome. - I told you what happened!
- You don't expect me to believe that? - I don't give a damn what you believe!
- I'd still like to see you. - Why?
I think it might be fun.
That might have been good enough in Rome, but it's not good enough now.
- It is for me. - Well, not for me.
- What do you want? - I thought you knew.
I want to go through life... jumping into fountains naked. Good night.
- Miss Daniels, is that you? - Yes.
Hi.
Is something wrong? Is that cut beginning to bother you?
No, it's not the cut that's bothering me.
- Would you like some brandy? - If you have some, I'd love it.
I'll get it. Why don't you sit down.
Oh, would you like a sweater or something, a quilt?
No. No, thank you.
- Won't you call me Melanie? - Alright.
Thank you.
Gets a bit chilly here at night sometimes, especially if you're over near the bay.
Well, how did your evening go?
Did you meet Lydia?
Or would you rather I changed the subject?
I think so.
- Well, how do you like our little hamlet? - I despise it.
I suppose it doesn't offer much to the casual visitor,
unless you're thrilled by a collection of shacks on a hillside.
It takes a bit of getting used to.
- Where're you from originally? - San Francisco.
How did you happen to come up here?
A friend invited me up for a weekend a long time ago.
Look, I see no reason for being coy about this. It was Mitch Brenner.
- I guess you knew that anyway. - I suspected as much.
Well, you needn't worry.
Its been over and done with a long time ago.
Annie, there's nothing between Mr Brenner and me.
Isn't there? Well, maybe there isn't.
Maybe there's never been anything between Mitch and any girl.
- What do you mean? - I think I'll have some of that.
I was seeing a lot of him in San Francisco.
One weekend, he invited me up to meet Lydia.
- When was this? - Four years ago,
shortly after his father died.
- Of course, things may be different now. - Different?
With Lydia.
- Did she seem a trifle distant? - A trifle.
Well, then perhaps things aren't quite so different.
You know, her attitude nearly drove me crazy.
When I got back to San Francisco, I spent days
trying to figure out what I'd done to displease her.
- Well, what had you done? - Nothing.
I simply existed. So what's the answer? A jealous woman, right?
A clinging, possessive mother?
Wrong. With all due respect to Oedipus, I don't think that was the case.
Then what was it?
Lydia liked me. That's the strange part.
Now that I'm no longer a threat, we're very good friends.
- Then why did she object to you? - Because she was afraid.
- Afraid you'd take Mitch? - Afraid I'd give Mitch.
I don't understand.
Afraid of any woman who would give Mitch what Lydia can give him: Love.
That adds up to a jealous, possessive woman.
No, I don't think so.
You see, she's not afraid of losing Mitch. She's only afraid of being abandoned.
Someone ought to tell her she'd be gaining a daughter.
No. She already has a daughter.
Well, what about Mitch? Didn't he have anything to say about this?
Well, I can understand his position.
He'd just been through a lot with Lydia after his father died.
He didn't want to risk going through it all again.
- I see. - So, it ended.
Not right then, of course. We went back to San Francisco,
saw each other now and then, but we both knew it was over.
- Then why are you in Bodega Bay? - I wanted to be near Mitch.
Oh, it was over and done with, and I knew it, but...
I still wanted to be near him.
I still like him a hell of a lot,
and I don't want to lose that friendship, ever.
Hello.
No, no, no, I wasn't asleep.
Yes, just a little while ago.
Sure. Hold on.
It's Mitch. For you.
Hello? Oh, yes, this is Melanie.
Fine, thank you.
No, no trouble at all. I simply followed the road.
There's no need to apologise. I can understand -
That's very kind of you. No, I'm not angry.
Well, I couldn't. I have to get back to San Francisco.
No, I wouldn't want to disappoint Cathy, but...
I see.
Alright. Yes, I'll be there.
Good night, Mitch.
He wants me to go to Cathy's party tomorrow afternoon.
- I said I would. - It should be fun.
I'll be there, too, to help.
Oh, it seems so pointless.
Well, I think I'll go to sleep. It's been a busy day.
My luggage.
That's pretty. Where'd you get that? Brinkmeyer's?
- Do you think I should go? - Well, that's up to you.
No, it's really up to Lydia, isn't it?
Never mind Lydia. Do you want to go?
Yes.
- Then go. - Thank you, Annie.
- Oh. Wonder who that can be.
Is someone there? Who is it?
Look!
Poor thing. Probably lost his way in the dark.
But it isn't dark, Annie.
There's a full moon.
Cathy, that's very good. Very good.
OK. Here we go.
Attagirl. Come on. Don't let him get you.
I really shouldn't have any more. I'm driving.
Actually, I'm trying to get you to stay for dinner. A lot of roast beef left over.
No, I couldn't possibly. I have to get back.
Alright.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
Why do you have to rush off? What's so important in San Francisco?
Well, I have to get to work tomorrow, for one thing.
- You have a job? - I have several jobs.
- What do you do? - I do different things on different days.
- Like what? - On Mondays and Wednesdays,
- I work for the Travellers' Aid. - Helping travellers?
No, misdirecting them. I thought you could read my character.
On Tuesdays, I take a course in General Semantics at Berkeley,
finding new four-letter words.
- That's not a job, of course. - You mean, you don't have to...
And on Thursdays, I have my meeting and lunch.
- The underworld, I suppose. - I shall disappoint you.
We're sending a little Korean boy through school.
We actually raise money for it.
You see, Rome...
That entire summer, I did nothing but...
Well, it was very easy to get lost there.
So when I came back, I thought it was time I began...
I don't know, finding something again.
So, on Mondays and Thursdays, I keep myself busy.
- What about Fridays? - Fridays? They're free.
I sometimes go to bird shops on Fridays.
I'm very glad you do.
- A nice, innocent, little day. - Oh, yes.
I have an Aunt Tessa. Have you got an Aunt Tessa?
Mine is very prim and straight-laced.
I'm giving her a mynah bird when she comes back from Europe.
Mynah birds talk, you know. Can you see my Aunt Tessa's face
when this one tells us one or two of the words I've picked up at Berkeley.
You need a mother's care, my child.
- Not my mother's. - Oh, I'm sorry.
What have you got to be sorry about?
My mother? Don't waste your time.
She ditched us when I was 11 and ran off with some hotel man in the East.
You know what a mother's love is.
- Yes, I do. - You mean it's better to be ditched?
No. I think it's better to be loved. Don't you ever see her?
I don't know where she is.
Well, maybe I ought to go join the other children.
Alright. Here we go. One...
two...
three.
There you go.
Look! Look!
Hey! No touching allowed!
- Oh!
Help me get the children into the house.
There you go.
- Have they gone, Mitch?
- I think so. - Is anyone hurt?
Jenny got a scratch down her cheek, but it's nothing.
That makes three times.
Mitch, this isn't usual, is it?
The gull when I was in the boat, the one at Annie's last night -
- Last night? What do you mean? - A gull smashed into Annie's front door.
- Mitch, what's happening? - I don't know.
- Do you have to go back to Annie's? - No. I have my things in the car.
Stay and have something to eat before you start back. I'd feel a lot better.
- Would you like some mustard? - No, thank you.
Why didn't Annie stay?
Said something about taking a call from her sister in the East.
- What's the matter with them?
- What's the matter with all the birds? - Where did you want this coffee?
- Here on the table, honey. - Hurry up with yours, Mitch.
I'm sure Miss Daniels wants to be on her way.
I think you ought to stay the night, Melanie.
We have an extra room upstairs and everything.
That road can be a pretty bad one at night.
If I go across to Santa Rosa, I'll come out on the freeway earlier, won't I?
Yes, and the freeway is much quicker.
But she'll be hitting all the heavy traffic going back to San Francisco.
- Just listen to those lovebirds.
- Mitch.
Cover your faces! Cover your eyes!
That's a sparrow, alright.
- We know what it is, Al. - Did you have a light burning?
Yes, but there wouldn't have been that much light going up the chimney.
Sometimes birds are attracted by light. Sure is a peculiar thing.
Alright, but we've got to do something about it!
I don't think I get you, Mitch. Do about what?
Well, the birds invaded the house.
What's more likely, they got in the room and just panicked.
I'll admit a bird will panic in an enclosed room,
but they didn't just get in; they came in, right down the chimney.
My wife found a bird in the back seat of the car once.
Tell him about the party.
We had a party here this afternoon for Cathy, for her birthday.
- How old is she? - Eleven! In the middle of the party,
some seagulls came down at the children!
Miss Daniels was attacked by a gull yesterday.
Yeah. Were the kids bothering the birds or something?
If you make any kind of a disturbance near them, they'll come after you.
Al, the children were playing a game. Those gulls attacked.
Now, Lydia, "attack" is a pretty strong word, don't you think?
I mean, birds just don't go around attacking people without no reason.
The kids probably scared 'em, that's all.
These birds attacked. You got quite a mess here, I'll admit that.
Maybe you ought to put some screen on top of your chimney.
- You want help cleaning up? - No. I can handle it.
It shouldn't be too much of a job.
I'll take Cathy up to bed.
- I think I should stay, don't you? - It would be nice if you could.
My things are in the car.
- Do you want to go with me? - Alright.
- Well, anything else I can do? - No thanks, Al. We'll be alright.
- Good night, Lydia. Sure is peculiar.
Mitch. Mitch. Mitch!
- Yes, Mother? - I'm going to drop Cathy off now.
I'll probably drive over to the Fawcett farm.
- OK.
Mornin'.
Good morning, George. Is Mr Fawcett around?
I think so, ma'am. Ain't seen him this morning, but he ought to be in there.
Thanks.
- Dan, are you home?