Leave Her to Heaven

Will you excuse us?
Mrs. Berent, Ruth.
Dick. Dick, is it true?
- I'm so happy for Ellen. For both of you.
- Thank you.

That's all very well, but what I want
to know is when and how?

- Well...
- I'm sorry, Russ. Really, I am.

I never expected you to come here
in the midst of a political campaign.

- When do you plan to be married?
- As soon as possible.

Would it be convenient for you
to postpone it until the fall?

Until after election, you mean.
It wouldn't do me much good
for the news to get out...

...that I'd been jilted
and thrown aside like an old shoe.

Oh, come now, Russ.
Surely there's no political significance...

...in the fact that a lady
has changed her mind.

I don't understand it, Ellen.
I always knew you'd never marry me
while your father was alive.

But after he died, I thought...
Well, I thought there might be a chance.

What happened?
I'm in love.
We intend to get married at once.
Don't look so downcast.
I'll still be able to vote for you.
Perhaps you don't think I'm good enough
for you or romantic enough.

People thought I was marrying
into the Berent family for reasons...

...but that's not true.
I want you to know
that I had only one reason.

I want you to know
that I was in love with you.

I'm not a man who loves often, Ellen.
I love once.

Thank you, Russ.
That's quite a concession.

I loved you...
...and I'm still in love with you.
That's a tribute.
And I always will be.
Remember that.
Russ, is that a threat?