Leave Her to Heaven

Fact of the matter is Mother
just doesn't like New Mexico.

Since this is my first visit, I don't see
how you can say such a thing.

It's true just the same.
Father and I used to come here
every spring, year after year.

And occasionally Ruth came along,
but never Mother.

Too bad Mr. Berent didn't come along
this time. I've been told I resemble him.

- Who told you that, Mr. Harland?
- I did.

Louise, don't you think so?
Well, yes, now that you mention it.
- Glen?
- Well, in a way.

In every way.
I noticed it the minute I saw him
in the club car.

His face, his voice, his manner.
It's uncanny.

Well, I must admit
you've aroused my curiosity.

If I should get an opportunity
to meet your father...

That's hardly likely, Mr. Harland.
- My husband...
- We've come for my father's funeral.

My goodness, there is a resemblance.
Why, a most decided resemblance.
Tell me, what did they mean
about coming here for the funeral?

Oh, that was rather
a figure of speech.

As a matter of fact, Professor Berent
died some time ago in the East...

...and his body was cremated.
They brought the ashes here.

They're having the ceremony
in the morning.

- Where?
- High up in the mountains...

...sort of a plateau.
A favorite spot of his.

He used to go there a lot with Ellen.
Well, now, if you'll excuse me,
I'll see if the children have gone to bed.