03x16 - One of the Family

[bunniefuu]

["Alfred Hitchcock" theme music]

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One of the Family,

which begins after the
following commercial

and that is one minute of
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[suspenseful music]

[mysterious music]

- Mrs. Dailey?

- Yes.

Well, you must be Frieda.

How do you do?

Come in, please.

- Thank you.

- Where's Mr. Dailey?

Didn't he meet you
at the bus depot?

- No.

- Isn't that funny.

He left ages ago.

I'm surprised he missed you.

- There were plenty of taxis.

- I guess you'd like
to see your room.

It's back here.

- No, thank you.

First, the baby.

I want more to see him.

- He's asleep right now,

but you can take a
peak in a minute.

This way.

Here we are.

I hope you'll find
it comfortable.

- It's very nice, everything.

- Your bathroom is over there.

- And real flowers.

Makes the room so [woman
speaking in foreign language].

- And your own TV set.

Do you like to watch television?

- Not so much anymore.

They took off my program.

- What was that?

- Wrestling.

- Wrestling?

- The baby's in here?

May I please?

- Yes.

Yes, of course.

[baby whimpering]

Hey mister!

You're supposed to be asleep.

Yes, my darling.

- Such a beautiful baby.

Cookie!

[tongue clicks]

[woman giggles]

Even more beautiful
than his papa.

For eight years I was like
his mama to Mr. Dailey.

Mutti he called me.

- I know.

He's talked about you a lot.

What a wonderful
nurse his mutti was.

I think we're going
to agree with him.

- I am mutti my little Dexi.

[door slams]

- That must be Dex.

Dex, we're in the nursery!

- Hi.

- Hello sweetheart.
- How did she get here?

- By cab.

I guess you missed her.

- Well I don't see how.

I was there when the
Bakersfield bus came in

and watched every
passenger get on.

- [Joyce] She's
here with the baby.

- Mutti!

- How good to see you.
- Mr. Dailey!

- I looked all over for you.

What happened?

- I looked for you too,

but I think maybe
my bus was early.

- I did too, but I
checked and there was

only one bus from
Bakersfield this morning.

- You probably just didn't
recognize each other.

[man chuckles]

- I'd recognize her anywhere.

She's just as I remember her.

You haven't changed a bit.

Still the same old mutti.

- I have changed.

Too much coffee
cooken, you remember.

- Do I.

I haven't tasted anything
like your cooken since.

They just don't take care
of me like that anymore.

- Poor neglected Dexter.

- What do you think of our boy?

- He's a darling baby.

[woman speaking in
foreign language]

- Snooklepuss, that's
what you used to call me.

Hi Snooklepuss.

I guess if you can handle me,

you oughta be able
to take care of him

for a couple of
months by yourself.

- You are going away, both?

- Yeah.

If everything works
out all right,

we're gonna take
a trip to Europe.

- Of course, we wouldn't
leave until you're all

settled in and organized.

- I'm sure that won't
take long, Mrs. Dailey.

I'm so happy to have
a little Dexi again!

- You don't know
how happy we are

to have you with us, Frieda.

- Thank you.

- Made by mutti with
tender loving care.

- Not for breakfast, please.

- She'll be hurt.

- [Dexter] Maybe later.

- You asked for it.

Anyway, she thinks
you're too skinny.

He needs some meat on his bones.

- You mean flab.

There's a time when I could've

knocked off two of those
without batting an eye.

Not anymore.

- [Joyce] Frieda, what
have you got there?

- Little Dex's diapers.

I'm going to wash them.

- I thought I told you,
we have a diaper service.

- Yes, but I canceled it.

It's a waste of
money, Mrs. Dailey.

I always like to do it myself.

- Frieda, would you please
let me decide what's

a waste of money?

Call the diaper service and
ask them to come as usual.

- Yes ma'am.

- She's inclined to take a
little too much on herself.

- She meant well.

After all sweetie, you
can't have it both ways.

Either she takes
over or she doesn't.

Besides, if she wants
to save me money.

- Yes, but I think
that's overdoing the old

country frugality
bit, don't you?

- What's the matter hun?

Isn't it working with you two?

- It's fine.

No really Dex, she's
wonderful, she really is.

The baby's crazy about her.

Though I wish she'd
stop calling him Dexi.

Sounds like a girl or
a riverboat gambler.

- It's not as bad as Junior.

Besides, she called
me Dexi and it didn't

seem to do me any harm.

[woman sighs]

Say, how 'bout a
night on the town?

We've got a built-in babysitter

worth her weight in gold,
why not get our monies worth?

- Don't you think it's
a little too soon?

- Isn't that why
we hired Frieda?

- You got a date.

- Good.

- What time will you be home?

- I'll try to get away early.

Why don't you plan to
be ready about six?

- Okay.

- [Radio] Stay tuned for
local news and weather.

Charges and counter charges
were violently exchanged

at a city council
meeting yesterday

over the proposed freeway
route for West Los Angeles.

In San Francisco, violence
of a different order

is suspected in
connection with the

recent death of a
six month old son

of Mr. and Mrs.
George Callendar.

The discovery of a bottle
containing an arsenic compound

has led to a demand for the
exhumation of the infant's body.

In an interview
with our reporter,

police captain Martin
Drowman explained that

the child's nurse, an elderly
woman of German origin

is being sought for questioning.

Meanwhile, the parents...

- What's with the radio?

- I turned it off.

- [Radio] And anyone
having knowledge of the

person fitting this
description should

get in touch with
the local police.

Now for the weather.

Partly cloudy, clearing
tomorrow morning with

temperatures in the high 70s.

- Excuse me, I thought that
you had finished breakfast.

- That's all right.

Just one for the road.

He was tempted, but
he didn't have time.

- We keep.

- Frieda, Mr. Dailey
and I thought we'd

go out for dinner tonight.

Do you think you'll
be all right?

- Yes, Mrs. Dailey.

Little Dex and I,
we will be fine.

- Good.

[mysterious music]
[baby crying]

[woman giggling]

- This is the way to live.

No babysitter to drive home,
no four o'clock feeding.

That's just what I
need to soak up some.

Boy, nothing like
having a nurse around

to do everything for you.

Sure takes a sting
out of being a parent.

- You are an unnatural father.

[baby crying]

Frieda, what is it?

- It's nothing, ma'am.

- Well why is he
screaming like that?

- Little Dexi has a
tummy ache, ma'am.

It's only a bad tummy
ache, nothing else.

- Did you take his temperature?

- Ya.

He has a small fever, but
with babies, that's nothing.

- What do you mean nothing?

I've never heard him
scream like that before.

How long has he been like this?

- Only a little while.

- [Joyce] How long?

- After his bottle, he sleeps
good and then he wakes up,

and he has a crumphy.

- [Joyce] A what?

- A pain in his stomach.

- I'm going to call the doctor.

- [Frieda] There's no
need for the doctor.

It's not serious.

- I'm not asking for
your advice, Frieda.

[mysterious music]
[baby crying]

[women giggle]

Little stinker scared the
pants off us last night

and now look at him.

- You haven't seen anything yet.

They know every
trick in the book.

The object is to turn
you prematurely gray.

[woman giggles]

Your favorite was to roll
over on your stomach,

hold your breath until
you were blue in the face.

- All right, let's not
give him anymore ideas.

- Very neat dear.

- Please.

Thank you, Frieda.

Mother, this is Frieda.

Frieda, this is my
mother, Mrs. Landon.

- Hello.
- Ma'am.

- You were Mr. Dailey's
nurse too, weren't you?

- Yes ma'am.

Excuse me.

Shall I take him out for
his nap now, Mrs. Dailey?

- Please Frieda.

Frieda was the only one who
didn't panic last night.

She said it was a crumphy
and a crumphy it was.

- Excuse me.

- What on Earth is a crumphy?

- A German tummy ache and
the doctor agreed with her,

wouldn't even come
out to look at him,

so she sat up with the
baby all night long.

- You seem to have acquired
an absolute jewel, dear.

- I'm beginning to
appreciate that.

- Mine's didn't get
too bossy though.

- I think I nipped
that in the butt.

- Good.

There's nothing worse
than the overbearing ones.

They can get too possessive
and end up hating you.

- No, no, not Frieda.

Last night, I was so panicked
I nearly snapped her head off.

She took it like a lamb, sat
up with the baby all night,

and when I told her you
were coming this morning,

she made this tort.

- Very sweet.

No calories, of course.

[woman laughs]

It's delicious and
a pure disaster.

Oh well.

Nine extra holes of golf
should take care of it.

- Listen, Dexter says he's
going to have to start

playing handball again.

Last night, he ate half a
coffee cake she'd made for him.

She's really a menace.

- Well, if that's all
you have to worry about,

you're in good shape.

Did you read about
that other darling

German nanny up in San Francisco
who fed the baby arsenic?

- Oh no, really?

What happened?

- The poor child died.

The police found
the bottle behind

the dresser in the nurse's room.

Enough arsenic to
k*ll a dozen babies.

- Oh no.

- I thought you had
read about it, you know?

I was really relived
when you told me

you had hired this Frieda woman.

I wasn't exactly looking forward

to babysitting with Junior.

Thought you and Dexter
were gallivanting

around Europe for two months
on a tax deductible trip.

- Mother, you read my mind.

- Hardly a feat to qualify us
as a clairvoyant act, darling.

If you hadn't of asked me,

I'd have felt rejected,
but I was relieved.

This is delicious.

I've got to stop.

I'll have to order a
whole new fall wardrobe.

- Wait a minute now.

You didn't finish
your story about

the nurse in San Francisco.

What was the name?

- Some fairytale name,
Hansel and Gretel.

No, it was Gretchen.

That's it, Gretchen Royter.

- Did they catch her?

- No.

She seems to have disappeared,

but they're still
looking for her.

Of course, they'll
never catch her.

Those ridiculous descriptions,


- You know, that
could be Frieda.

- Or a 1,000 other
German nannies.

Darling, it was delicious,
but I've got to run.

Give my luck to Dexter hun
and if she gets too bossy,

I'll take her as a cook.

- You will, huh?

[woman giggles]

- Bye darling.

- Well, your tort certainly
made a hit with my mother.

- I'm happy she liked my torte.

- Matter of fact, she
liked it so much she'd

like to steal you away
just to cook for her.

- I like to cook,
but not to cook only.

A house with no
babies, not for Frieda.

- That's a relief.

By the way Frieda, have
you seen the morning paper?

I can't seem to find it.

- I used it to wrap
up the garbage.

I thought you were finished.

- Oh well.

Mr. Dailey will bring
one home tonight.

- I meant to ask you
something Mrs. Dailey.

When Mr. Dailey was little,

I used to give him ground
steak sometimes, you know,

raw, I scrape it
good with a spoon.

What do you think for
little Dex now too?

- I don't like to
alter his diet without

asking Dr. Bolmont first,

but I'll check when he
comes back from vacation.

Frieda, don't you
think four months

is a little young for raw meat?

- It's very strengthening.

- Bet it is.

Why don't you ever listen
to the radio, Frieda?

- I like a bit of
quiet when I'm out here

so I can hear if Dexi cries.

- Yes, of course.

You're right.

Always on the job, Frieda.

That reminds me, I have to get
your social security number

so that I can declare you.

- Declare me?

Why must you declare me?

- You make it sound like
it's something terrible.

Actually, it's only
a matter of form.

You know, if you let your
social security lapse,

you won't be eligible for
pensions and things like that.

It's for your own protection.

- I protect myself, Mrs. Dailey.

I save my money.

I ask help from nobody,
not even the government.

- It's very admirable
of you Frieda,

but it's a matter of law.

I have to declare you
and pay half your taxes.

Would you bring
me your card when

you're finished there, please?

- I have no card.

I never joined the
social security.

- Didn't your previous
employers tell you...

- They tell me, but I do
nothing and they do nothing.

- Well I have to do something.

I don't wanna be
put in the position

of breaking the law and
I'm sure you don't either.

We'll have to get you a card.

Now, it's Frieda
Schmidt, isn't it?

And your husband's name?

- Henry.

- Henry.

And what was the name
of your last employer?

- Now look at this mess.

My last employer
was Mrs. Mueller.

- Mueller.

M-U-E-L-L-E-R?

- M-U-E-L-L-E-R.

- [Joyce] And the first name?

- Frank.

Mr. and Mrs. Frank Mueller.

- And their address.

- [Frieda] Bakersfield.

- Could you be more specific,
the name of the street?

- I'm not sure.

These American names, they are
still very difficult for me.

- Come now Frieda, you must
remember the name of the street.

What was the address?

- There is no street, just a
big house near the highway.

[baby crying]

Will you excuse me, Mrs. Dailey.

Little Dexi wants his bottle and

we go out for a little walk.

- Just a minute, Frieda.

I seem to remember
getting a Christmas card

from you from San Francisco.

Did you work there before
going to Bakersfield?

- No ma'am.

I never worked in San Francisco.

[mysterious music]

- What are man's two
greatest inventions?

- I'll buy them, both.

- The wheel and the martini.

The wheel get you
to work and the

martini gets you
through the day.

Say honey, about my trip to
New York tomorrow, you coming?

I could stretch it
through the weekend.

- No sail.

- Something wrong?

- Dex, did you get a
reference on Frieda?

- A reference on Frieda?

It never occurred to me.

She's like one of the family.

What brought this on?

- I don't know.

I was asking her where she'd
worked before she came here,

you know, for the
social security thing.

- Yeah?

- She wouldn't tell me.

- What do you mean
she wouldn't tell you?

- Said she couldn't
remember the address.

- She couldn't?

There's a slight difference.

- Really?

You don't believe
that one can forget

the address of a place
where one worked and lived.

- That might depend on how
long one worked and lived there

and how long ago.

- And you didn't think
to ask anything like that

or the name of the people
she worked for or how long?

- Right.

Right, I didn't ask
because I didn't care.

Try that.

- An old German nurse you
haven't heard from in 20 years

calls you from out
of the blue and says

do you happen to need a
nurse my incline snooklepuss

and snooklepuss can't wait to
make her one of the family.

- What's this all about, Joyce?

- This.

Do you remember getting
a Christmas card

from Frieda from San
Francisco this year?

- Do I have to swear to it?

- Well I would.

Just look at this.

- I saw it at breakfast.

What about it?

- What do you mean
what about it?

- This is why you're not going

to New York with me, isn't it?

- He's sick again ma'am.

Maybe you'd better come.

- [Alfred] All the strong,
there is more to come.

Our second half follows this
word from a distant station.

[baby crying]

- Here, let me just
pull this up here.

Little tummy acting up again.

- He's never had any
trouble like this before,

not twice in a few days.

- There's a virus going around.

I think that's what
hit him the other day.

This could be just a flare up.

Shouldn't last more
than another 24 hours.

- Why this all of a sudden?

He was perfectly healthy
until a week ago.

- So were a lot of
other babies and adults.

Plenty of liquids
and keep him warm.

- Yes doctor.

- Mrs. Dailey, why
don't you relax?

You have an excellent nurse.

- Thank you.

- Let her do the worrying.

- I'll try to do that.

[baby crying]

- Hello Dr. Brock.

How's the patient?

Nothing wrong with his lungs.

- I guess not, but
this time tomorrow,

he's gonna be screaming
for something to eat.

I'll be at the hospital all
day tomorrow Mrs. Dailey.

You can leave any messages
for me at my office.

- Thank you doctor.

- You bet.

- Hi honey.

- Hi.

- What's the trouble son?

Belly ache again?

Is that what it is?

Why don't you quit
bugging your mother?

My bag packed honey?

- It's ready.

- We oughta be going soon.

- Dex, I don't like to leave
him when he's like this.

- You just drive
me to the airport.

- I know.

- I'll drive myself then.

Troublemaker.

Frieda, I'll be gone
for a couple of days.

Look after them.

- Don't you worry, Mr. Dailey.

- I'll take him.

- No.

Just leave him there.

He may go to sleep.

Dex!

Honey, you didn't say goodbye.

- Didn't I?

- You.

Darling, I'm sorry
I can't go with you.

- The joys of parenthood.

I can't wait 'til
he starts with the

measles, and the mumps,
and the chickenpox.

- Listen, if it was
something like that,

I wouldn't be such
an idiot about it.

It's this tummy thing.

Nobody knows what it really is,

not even the doctor's sure.

He's in such pain.

Just listen to him.

I wish Dr. Baulmont were back.

I don't trust these cheerful
fatherly types like Brock.

Dex, I'm so worried.

- Easy, sweetheart, easy.

The kid's got a belly
ache, that's all.

I gotta go.

- No Dex.

- I'll call you in
the morning as soon

as I find out what
hotel I'm staying in.

Honey, he'll be all right.

Just rely on Frieda.

Goodbye.

- Bye dear.

[mysterious music]

What are you doing?

What is that?

- Something I have
for the crumphy.

- I thought I told
you never to give my

baby anything without asking me.

- It is what I give
to all my little boys.

- Well you are not to
give it my little boy,

is that understood?

- Ya, it is understood.

[mysterious music]

- Yes, I want to place
a person-to-person call

to Mrs. Frank Mueller in
Bakersfield, California.

M-U-E-L-L-E-R.

No, I'm sorry, I
don't have the number.

You'll have to get
it from information.

Thank you.

And please hurry?

Yes, Frank Mueller.

Are you sure?

No one by that name.

Thank you.

[mysterious music]

Operator, I want to
place a call to the

George Callendar residence
in San Francisco.

I don't have the number.

Thank you.

Yes, George Callendar.

My number is 275-4124.

I'll speak with anyone.

That's it.

Please connect me.

Mrs. Callendar?

- I'm sorry.

There's no one at home.

I'm the maid.

- When will you
expect them back?

- I'm not sure.

Would you care to
leave a message?

- Yes.

This is Mrs. Dailey.

I'm calling from Los Angeles.

This is very important.

Do you suppose you
could have them

call me as soon as they return?

My number is 275-4124.

It's about the German nurse.

[mysterious music]

[phone rings]

Hello?

Yes, this is Mrs. Dailey.

Mrs. Callendar?

- No, this is
Christine Callendar.

My brother and sister-in-law
are out of town.

- I see.

Do you expect them back soon?

- No, I'm afraid not.

They've gone away for a rest.

- Yes, of course.

This is rather urgent.

- Well, perhaps I can help you.

The message you left said
something about a German nurse?

Do you mean Gretchen Royter?

- Yes.

Well, she's going
by a different name,

but I really think that,

I'm terribly afraid that
woman is in my house.

- What makes you think it's
the same woman, Mrs. Dailey?

- I can't possibly explain
it all over the phone,

but I read the description in
the newspaper and she fits it.

You see, she was my
husband's nurse years ago.

She came to work
for us two weeks ago

and she's been acting
very strangely.

My husband's away, I'm
here alone with my baby.

- [Christine] Have you called
the police, Mrs. Dailey?

- I can't call them
until I'm certain.

Don't you see that's
why I called you?

I have to be sure.

- Yes.

Perhaps I can help you.

I have a photo of her,
one my brother took.

It's not very good,
but it might help.

- [Joyce] Anything that
might identify her.

Could you send it to me?

- Yes, yes of course.

I'll send it out in
special delivery.

It ought to reach you
sometime tomorrow.

Meantime Mrs. Dailey, I would
suggest you'd be very careful.

You see, if this is the woman,
she could be very dangerous.

I wouldn't let her know
that you suspect anything

or that you're upset.

You see, she's quite insane.

[suspenseful music]

[doorbell rings]

[mysterious music]

[doorbell rings]

- Mrs. Dailey?

- Yes.

- I'm Christina Callendar.

- Yes!

Come in, please!

- After I hung up, I
got worried about you,

all alone in this
house with that woman.

I thought I'd better
come down myself.

Where is she?

- She's in her room.

Dear, I was so sure
when I called you.

Now...I don't know.

It just has to be her.

- Well if it isn't, we'll
both feel rather foolish.

Here.

Is it?

- Yes.

- What are you going to do?

- Frieda!

What are you doing?

- Mrs. Dailey!

Mrs. Dailey, let me out!

- Come on darling.

Here we go sweetheart.

- What happened?

- I locked her in the closet.

- Did you tell her I was here?

- What am I going to do?

What am I gonna do?

If only Dex were here.

I guess I'd better
call the police.

- Here, let me do that.

You look after the baby.

[woman hushes]
[baby crying]

Operator?

Give me the police.

Hello?

I'm calling for
Mrs. Dexter Dailey.



It's an emergency.

I believe we have the woman who

poisoned the Callander
baby in San Francisco.

She's right here in the house.

Yes.

Will you send someone
out immediately?

Hurry, please.

All we need to do is wait
for the police to get her.

Are you all right?

- I'm fine, I'm fine.

- Look, shouldn't
you have something?

Is that coffee I smell?

I'd love a cup too if it
isn't too much trouble.

- Of course.

Forgive me, I'm sorry.

- Here, let me take him.

May I?

Hey.

What a darling.

[knocking]

- I wish the police
would get here.

- Don't worry my dear.

Everything will work out.

It always does.

- You know, she was my
husband's nurse for years.

He always knew where his
Frieda, Frieda Schmidt.

Is her real name
Gretchen Royter or what?

- Schmidt was her
maiden name I believe.

There, there.

Her husband was Henry
Schroiter, that I know.

She probably has two personal
names, they usually do,

but Gretchen Royter
was the name on her

social security card.

- Then she did have a
social security card?

She lied!

Do you know my husband
would steak his life on her?

- Been like that my dear.

Just children.

- Let me take him.

- Such an adorable child.

So tiny.

What a wallop they pack
in those little fists.

- This must've been aweful
for your brother and his wife.

Shouldn't you let them know?

- Why, I thought I told
you that George and Millie

had gone off on
a trip somewhere.

They couldn't take anymore.

May I?

- [Joyce] Of course.

- So I don't blame them exactly.

You could imagine
what it was like

at that house after
the baby's death.

- Yes.

I can.

- Millie was no help at all.

She just fell apart.

- [Joyce] I can
understand that too.

- Of course, I warned George
that he couldn't rely on her.

Never should've married her.

You see, we were
really very happy,

just the two of us living
on in daddy's house.

George needed me to
look after the place

and of course he took care
of the financial work.

We were really quite
happy, you see.

And then she came along.

I warned George that
it was a mistake,

that she was no good,
but he wouldn't see it.

He married her anyway.

And then the baby came.

It was sickening to watch
them with that baby,

the way they doted.

The next thing she
wanted was a nurse

to look after the child.

I objected strongly of course.

I reminded George
of our own childhood

with that dreadful woman
that daddy had hired

to look after us.

- A nurse?

- Nurse?

She was a more a tyrant, really.

We were both terrified of her.

You see, daddy was away
a lot on business and

we had no one to turn to.

She used to beat us.

I told George he
could never be sure

about this broad person.

She might be the same type.

You say, what happened?

I was right.

- How could anybody do a thing
like that, poison a baby?

She'd have to really be
insane, wouldn't she?

- Insane?

No.

No, I don't think so.

Not really.

You'd be surprised.

People hate to be pushed around,

even by those soft little hands.

They look so innocent, but
they can ruin your life.

They are so innocent and
yet, they are so powerful.

It was because of him that
they asked me to leave.

Leave my own house, mind you.

I was in the way.

He was more important.

Of course, I told George
that I wouldn't leave,

that I needed time
to find my own home.

He understood that.

And then, and then,

nanny started telling the most
dreadful stories about me.

I'm sure she did.

It was very unpleasant.

It was then that George
really asked me to leave.

So, you see what I mean
about those tiny little fists

and the harm they can do.

- You hated the baby.

- Hated?

No.

No, I didn't hate him.

I couldn't of loved him
more if he'd been mine.

- But you just said.

[woman yelps]

- Did you hear that?

- No.

What?

- It's her.

She's trying to get out.

- I didn't hear anything.

- We mustn't let her escape.

- But she can't escaped.

I locked her in.

- No, we can't take
any chances you see.

We've got to be sure.

You mustn't trust nanny.

She's apt to tell them the most

terrible stories about
me and I can't have that.

I've got to take care of her!

- No, wait!

Wait!

No, no, no.

Don't you think
we should let the

police handle it
when they get here?

- The police?

- Yes.

- No.

No.

They'd be no good at all.

They don't understand
about things like this,

or they might even let her go.

No, no, I've got to
handle nanny by myself.

- But they'll be
here any minute.

- No.

No they won't.

They're not coming.

I didn't call them.

No, really, I was
just pretending.

- No, don't.

- No!

You mustn't try to stop me.

I've got to talk to nanny.

Surely, you must see that.

I knew you were there, nanny.

- [Frieda] You did?

- I've been looking for
you for a long time, nanny.

- Well, now that
you've found me,

you don't need that
anymore, do you?

- No, but I won't let you
tell brother what I did.

- What was that?

- I hid that bottle
in your room, nanny.

After you left, I had
to you see because they

didn't want me any longer.

They wanted me to leave.

Even George.

- It was unkind.

- No!

- Give it to me!

Christine!

- No.

No, you'll only
punish me if I do.

- [Frieda] I won't, I promise.

- Cross your heart?

- Cross my heart.

- You won't tell daddy?

- [Frieda] Not a word.

[baby crying]

- No, no, I don't believe you!

You don't love me!

You don't love me!

You love the baby!

You all love the baby!

Stop it!

I don't want to hear it!

I don't want to hear it!

- All right, I'll stop it.

- I hate you!

No!

No, you can't have it!

It's mine!

[g*nsh*t]

You made me do it,
you made me do it.

You all love the baby.

- The baby's gone now.

- Yes.

He's gone.

- So you must be good.

- And then daddy
will love me again?

- Yes dear, and I love
you, you know that.

- Do you?

Nanny.

Really?

- Yes.

I do.

- [Christine] Nanny.

Nanny, don't punish me.

I didn't mean to be naughty.

- [Frieda] I'm not
going to punish you.

- I'm sorry, nanny.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

- It's all right,
it's all right.

As for Christine, the
authorities sought through it

that she was placed
in the sanitarium

where she receives
psychiatric help.

My own story's taken
a turn for the better.

I find I can face anything now.

I have reached a new
plateau of maturity.

Next week, we shall
return with another story

and more therapy.

[upbeat music]