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("Alfred Hitchcock" theme music)

- Good evening, fellow traveler,

and welcome to Chez Hitchcock.

We have had a rash of
unexplained homicides lately.

I knew you would enjoy hearing
that, but I'm terribly upset.

You see, with all these people
checking in

and then not checking out,

our books just don't balance.

However, I'm sure our house
detective will clear them all up

just as soon as he finds out
who stole his seeing eye dog.

I believe you will be
also interested in knowing

that we have television in every
room.

Television cameras, that is.

The receiving sets are in the
dining room and the casino.

I see the supper show
will begin in a minute.

Just time enough for you to get
settled.

(bell ringing)
Front.

(somber music)

(utensils clattering)

- [Marjorie] Mommy!

- Darling, that's all right.

Mother's late,

but lunch'll be ready soon.

(phone ringing)

- Oh, Margie, answer that for
me, will you please, dear?

- Henderson residence.

- Oh, Margie, just say hello.

- [Marjorie] Mother, it's for
you.

- Who is it?
- Long distance.

Daddy, I think.

My turn to talk first, remember.

- Mommy, I should talk first.

- Shh. The phonograph,
could you turn it down?

- Oh, Mommy!

- Hello?

Yes, this is she.
- I want to talk first.

- Marc?

Hi, sweetheart.
- I want to talk to Daddy.

- Oh, moderately hectic.

How about you?

- I want to talk to Daddy.
- Oh.

You won't be able to come home?

- Please, Mommy.

- Well, I might have known.

- Oh, please.
- Where are you, dear?

At the proving ground?

- Can I have a plastic
cup, Mrs. Henderson?

- Mommy, I miss him.

- Uh, I'm sorry, honey, I didn't
hear you.

- I want to talk to Daddy!

- You say you'll have to
be there another week.

- Mommy.

(doorbell ringing)

- Hello.

Is Mrs. Henderson at home?

- [Marjorie] You'll have to
wait.

She's on the telephone.

- Oh.

- [Louise] All right, darling,

then we'll see you sometime next
week?

(door closing)

- [Harriet] Mommy, please, can I
talk?

- [Louise] No, sweetheart,
Daddy's in a hurry.

No, we haven't anything
important

except those dental
appointments on Thursday.

Oh, and I told Harriet that
you'd

give her a quarter if she didn't
cry.

But don't say I told you.

So there's no great problem
here.

But we miss you.

Me too.

Call when you can, dear.

Bye-bye.

- [Vera] Mrs. Henderson?

- Oh, hello.

- My name is Vera Brandon.

- Yes.

Haven't we met?

- No, no, I don't think so.

I've come at an awkward moment.

I'm very sorry, I should
have telephoned first.

It's about a bedroom you plan to
rent?

- Why, yes, we have been
thinking about it, but--

- [Vera] Someone at the
university mentioned it.

- Oh, I couldn't imagine how you
knew.

You must have heard from Dr.
Thorpe.

- I understand you and the
Thorpes are quite good friends.

- Oh, yes.

Celia's their daughter.

- I haven't met him, but I'm
told he's a brilliant man.

- Oh, excuse me.

- Oh.

He certainly is a beautiful
child.

- Well, he's a lot prettier
when he isn't so hungry.

And he has been very patient.

Girls, go bring your tea party
in here.

Margie, you can feed Lonnie for
me.

The room is at the top of the
stairs.

It isn't always so chaotic
around here.

- Mrs. Henderson, shouldn't
you stay with the baby?

- Oh, no, Marjorie can feed him.

He'll be all right for a little
while.

- [Celia] Here, you carry the
sandwiches.

- No.

Marjorie said I can't
bring them in anymore.

- He's quite dark, isn't he?

- [Harriet] I never carry
anything right.

- You and your husband are so
fair.

- Oh, he looks like my brother,
David.

I was planning to put out
notices at the university,

but I hadn't done it
yet because, actually,

it's still something of a mess.

It's been sort of a catch-all

for my husband's old books
and the children's toys.

- It isn't a very large room.

- We didn't think that a
student would need a large room,

and that's what we had in mind,
actually.

I think a college girl could be

quite comfortable here, but--

- Is that the bathroom?

- Oh yes, that's another thing.

There is the inconvenience of
sharing that with the girls.

Their room connects to the other
side.

- How much are you asking?

- Well, we thought $30 a month?

- That'll do very nicely.

(sedate music)

(door closing)

(knocking on door)

Who is it?

- [Miss McGuiness] Miss
McGuiness, Mrs. Williams.

- Oh.

Just a moment,

Miss McGuiness.

Shh.

Michael is asleep.

- I saw your car drive in, Mrs.
Williams.

This package came from the toy
store.

- Thank you.

I was just writing you a
check when you knocked.

- Oh, then you're not
giving up the apartment?

- I'll be wanting it for another
month.

- Oh, how nice.

But the rent isn't due,
you know, until next week.

- Yes, I know that, but
we'll be away for a few days.

- [Miss McGuiness] Oh,
taking Michael on a holiday?

- A friend of mine from college,

her husband's going to be
out of the city on business,

and she's asked us to stay
with her until he gets back.

- How nice.

I hope I didn't disturb the
baby.

- No, if he'd been
disturbed, he'd complain.

- Thank you.

("Rock-a-Bye Baby")

(ominous music)

- Celia, your mother's
ready to go now, dear.

- [Grace] Ah, thanks again,
Louise,

for watching Celia all
afternoon.

- Oh, honestly, Grace, she was a
help.

She and Marjorie practically
cleared out

that whole room up there by
themselves.

- And then that woman has
the impertinence to be late.

- Are you sure you don't know
her?

She mentioned your
brilliant, loving husband.

- Vera Brandon.

No, name doesn't mean a thing to
me.

- She also mentioned that
both Marc and I are blond.

- [Grace] Which you are.

- Yes, but that means she
must have met him somewhere.

- Not necessarily.

I mean, after all, you do
display

his portrait on the mantel.

- Sure, that's it.

- Anyway, if this woman is going
to arouse

all of your latent
hostility, why take her in?

- In the first place, it wasn't
hostility,

it was idle curiosity.

In the second place,

I need the extra money in the
first place.

- Then you can afford to
get a sitter for Lonnie

and come with me to the
fashion tea tomorrow--

- Oh, Grace, I just can't.

- Why?

- Well, because--
(doorbell ringing)

There she is.

- Oh.

- [Louise] Don't wake Lonnie!

- [Marjorie] He's not asleep,
Mother.

- I'm sorry to disturb you.

I forgot to ask you for a key.

- Oh, I never thought about it.

- [Harriet] We got the
room all cleaned up.

- [Marjorie] Celia and I did
most of it.

- Come on in.

Mrs. Thorpe, Miss Brandon.

- [Vera] Oh, Dr. Thorpe's
wife, I'm so pleased.

- How do you do, Miss Brandon?

- [Marjorie] Can we have some
of the coffee cake, Mother?

- No, dear, no more.

Will you have some coffee with
us?

- Oh, thank you, no.

But I will sit down for a moment
if I may.

I've had rather a hectic day.

- [Marjorie] Mother,
we're going back upstairs.

- No, no, Celia, we're really
going home.

Now, get your sweater, honey.

(laughs)

Louise tells me that you're
writing a doctoral thesis.

- Mm, at last.

I'm a few years behind
my original schedule.

- In what field?

- I'm doing a comparative study

of the effects of Thalian
philosophy.

I'm in history.

Greek origins, really.

- [Celia] Mama, I want to
stay and play some more.

- Oh, no, no, no, Celia,
we really are going home.

Our home is right around
the corner, Miss Brandon.

Why don't you come over
one afternoon for tea?

- Oh, thank you very much.

- Oh, the fashion tea!

Are you gonna be able to
come with me tomorrow?

- Oh, Grace, I can't.

- Oh, why not?

It's a very worthy cause.

And I have been chosen to
model two of the dresses.

- Have you really?

- Yes, so it's your duty to
come.

- Well, I'll call you in the
morning.

I'll see if I can get a sitter
for Lonnie.

- [Grace] It's the annual
affair for the hospital fund.

Would you like to come, Miss
Brandon?

- Oh, thank you very
much, but I'll be working.

But I'll be here.

I'd be happy to take care of the
baby

if you'd really like to go.

- Oh, no.

- Why not?

I mean, if Miss Brandon
really doesn't mind.

- I'm a little out of practice,

but I did help raise a baby
brother.

- The girls'll be in school all
afternoon.

And you know Lonnie, he'll just
sleep.

- Well,

oh, no, it's too much of an
imposition.

- Not in the least.

- Oh, good, that settles
it, then, you will come.

Good.

Goodbye, Miss Brandon.

It was very nice to have met
you.

Good, Louise.
- Listen, maybe I will.

- [Grace] Sure, why not?

Come on, kids.

Get your sweater on,
because it's getting cold.

Come on, no moping and crying.

Just come on.

(mothers and girls chattering)

(baby cooing)

- Oh, Michael.

Oh, Michael.

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

I'm here now.

I'm here with you, and
I'll never leave you.

I'll never leave you.

I'll never leave you.

Shh, Michael.

(ominous music)

- Anyhow, I betcha I know why
she's here.

It's on account of Daddy's
rocket secret.

- The secret rocket plane?

- Uh-huh, because she's a spy.

- Miss Brandon is?

- I know she is a secret atomic
spy.

(gasps)

- Shh.
(phone ringing)

- Hello?

Oh, Grace, I was just about to
leave.

Yes, I'll pick you up first,

and then we can drop
the girls off at school.

Okay, I'll be there in about
five minutes.

Bye.

Now, if you all are
finished with your lunch,

get your hands washed, and
hurry.

There.

The girls will be home
from school about three,

and the fashion show
should be over about three,

so I can't see how we'd be any
later than,

well, I should say before four.

I hope Lonnie lets you
get some reading done.

- Oh, we'll be just fine, Mrs.
Henderson.

Don't you worry about us.

Enjoy your afternoon.

- Well, you be a good boy,
Lonnie.

Bye-bye.

(door closing)

- Oh, Michael.

Michael!

(car engine running)

- My, I didn't know we'd see
you again till next week.

- We were shopping, and we
thought we might have some mail.

- That just reminds me.

Your rent receipt.

I brought it down to put in the
mailbox,

and it slipped my mind.
- Thank you.

- Oh, what a darling baby!

Ooh, my, my, my, my.

- He is having such an exciting
time.

- Mercy, he has the brightest
eyes.

Mrs. Williams, he's just the
image of you.

- Everyone seems to think so,

but I'm always very flattered to
hear it.

Any mail, Miss McGuiness?

- No, not today, dear.

- Michael, Michael.

No mail!

- Aw, Michael wanted mail.

- I think he's just a little
tired.

He hasn't had his rest.

Will you excuse us?

- Of course, of course.

Bye-bye, Michael, bye-bye.

- Bye-bye.

- Bye-bye, bye-bye!

- Oh, Michael.

Michael, Michael, Michael,
Michael.

(laughs)

Now, Michael, you see?

You see what a beautiful
nursery?

And it's all ours.

Yes, it is.

Yes, it is.

There.

Come on, sweetheart.

That a boy.

See?

("Rock-a-Bye Baby")

- Hi!

(door closing)

Where is everybody?

Kids?

Girls?

Anyone here?

Oh, oh.

How's the baby?

- Resting beautifully.

We had a lovely, quiet afternoon
together.

- Oh, good.

Where are the girls?

- They're nextdoor.

I put him in here to bed, and
then I came in here to study.

- Where did this come from?

- Oh, I bought that for him
yesterday, when I was out.

I hope you don't mind.

It has a music box.

It plays a lullaby.

(baby crying)

(baby fussing)

- That a baby.

I was awake, Mrs. Henderson.

I thought I might reach him
before he disturbed your sleep.

- It's wrong to pick up a baby

every time he cries, Miss
Brandon.

I'm trying to coax him to
sleep through the night.

- But the...

I think the baby is
hungry, Mrs. Henderson.

- I'm sure he is.

I'll take care of it.

(dramatic music)

(door closing)

- She's probably a secret
agent or something,

and she's supposed to steal the
plans

for Daddy's secret rocket.

- Gee, you better tell your
mother.

- We can't.

They come after spies
that spy on secret agents.

We have to make a secret pledge

that you won't ever tell what I
found out.

- No.

I'm not signing any more
solemn pledges in blood.

It hurts!

- All right, girls, it's a raid.

You know the rules about
eating in the living room.

Now, take the cookies and
milk into the kitchen.

Very carefully.

(sighs)

(sighs)

Marjorie.

Now, you're old enough, dear,

to know when you're doing
wrong without being told.

- You mean about the cookies?

- No.

I couldn't help overhearing
about Miss Brandon.

- She's a spy!

- [Louise] Is that bad?

- Yes, spies are bad, aren't
they?

- Well, if they are, then you
must be bad.

Because you were spying
on Miss Brandon, right?

- Well, sometimes they're good.

- No, Marjorie.

Being a snooper is never good.

- Well, she snoops.

Honestly, Mother, she acts real
funny.

And she keeps her door locked.

Only the key to my room fits her
room too,

and she does have a secret
black book in her desk

with Daddy's name in it, honest.

- Daddy's name in it?

- And some other men too.

They're probably scientific
just like Daddy is.

- Well, darling, if anything
every troubles you like this,

I want you to come and
talk to me about it.

Promise?

But believe me, Miss Brandon is
not a spy.

- Do you like her?

- Well, whether we do or not,

we must always remember to
respect each other's privacy.

Wednesday's her usual day,

but I asked her to change this
week

because of our dental
appointments, remember?

Yes, she's so good with Lonnie.

We're just about to leave.

Honey, will you talk to the kids
a minute?

Okay, here they are.

Now, make it quick, both of you.

- [Marjorie] Daddy?

When are you coming home?

You are?

Day after tomorrow!

- I want to talk.
- Come on, one at a time.

- [Marjorie] I got about a
million things to tell you.

- Not now, Margie.

- Okay, bye.

- Daddy?

I'm going to the dentist.

So if I don't even cry a
drop, can I have a quarter?

I can?

A whole quarter?

Oh boy!

- Honey?

We have to pick up Celia and
Grace

and be there before four.

Marc?

Are you really going to be home
day after tomorrow for sure?

Listen, will you call
me tomorrow, will you?

No, there's nothing wrong,
it's...

Oh, we just miss you, that's
all.

Okay, honey.

Bye-bye.

- Bye, Daddy!
- Bye!

- Everybody out, get in the car.

Katie!

Katie.

- [Katie] Yes, Miss Henderson?

- It takes the dentist a couple
of hours

to wade through all of us,

but we should be home before
6:30, okay?

- We'll be just fine.

- Okay.

(door closing)

(baby laughing)

(dramatic music)

(car engine running)

- [Grace] Everybody out.

Now, carefully, girls,
carefully.

Just get out one at a time.

- [Celia] What'll we do?

- I think we'd better watch
cartoons in the house.

- No, I want to play house.

- I want to watch cartoons.

- Honestly, Louise, I think
that you're overdramatizing.

- Oh, I know I am.

I make my own problems when I'm
tired.

Katie!

The girls were all so
brave in that dentist chair

that we decided to take them for
a treat.

I'll take you home later.

- Well, uh, Miss Brandon
hasn't come back yet.

- Yes, I noticed her car was
gone.

- [Katie] But the baby's with
her.

- What?

- Well, Lonnie was fussy, and
she had some shopping to do,

so she thought the fresh
air might do him good.

- Katie!

- What? What's wrong?

- Wrong?

She has Lonnie!

- [Katie] But she said it
would be all right with you.

- [Grace] Kids, go wait in the
kitchen.

Go on, out, out.

- Katie, you had no right to do
this.

- Do what?

- How could you let her
take him out of your sight?

- She said it was all right with
you.

- Katie, I changed your day this
week

so that you would be here with
him.

You, not her.

- But you never told me, Mrs.
Henderson.

- Oh, Katie!

- Louise!

Louise, you're falling apart.

- You haven't seen anything yet.

- What are you going to do?

- I'm gonna call the police.

- No, now, Louise,

don't you think you should
find out what happened first,

before you make a fool of
yourself?

- [Vera] Mrs. Henderson?

- Where have you been?

- Surely Katie told you.

We went for a little walk.

- How dare you take my baby

out of this house without my
permission?

- It just never occurred to
me that it would upset you.

I was out shopping, and I
found your little bakery.

We'd have been home earlier,

but I stopped to buy you

some of that coffee cake you
like so much.

(dramatic music)

- So concludes the first half

of tonight's Alfred Hitchcock
Hour.

The second half will
continue after we hear

from some other waystations
along the old Post Road.

Some people call what you have
just seen a station break.

I call it interminable.

The second half of our floor
show

has been delayed for another 60
seconds.

Perhaps you would get more
prompt service

if you tipped more generously.

(dramatic music)

- [Sandra] Are you lookin' for
Mathews?

- [Louise] Oh, oh, yes.

Arthur Mathews.

- Well, I take messages for him.

I'm his wife.

Or did he forget to mention me?

- [Louise] Oh, no.

Actually, Mrs. Mathews,

your name was given to me by
Vera Brandon.

- Oh, yeah.

She come after you too?

- What?

- [Sandra] Well, isn't she the
one

with that baby modeling agency
pitch?

- Well, she's rather tall and
dark.

- Yeah, that's her.

She came around when Robbie
was about three months old.

I told her when Robbie's
six months, I'll sign.

But I didn't expect to see her
again.

- Why not?

- Well, I mean, my little
guy's real handsome, huh?

I mean, a real doll!

But this Miss Brandon, she
hardly even looked at him.

Like, like nothin'.

So I figure we tapped out.

But this other agency came
by, and we signed with them.

Why, we've made 60 bucks
already.

- And that's all she wanted?

To sign your baby as a model?

- Yeah.

Hey, but if you want
your kid to work, honey,

let me get you this card
of this outfit I'm with.

Why, they're the best.

- Oh, no, thank you.

- You're missin' out on a good
thing, huh?

Hey, let me see him.

- Say hello.

- Hey, he's real cute.

Look at him.

How old is he?

Six or seven months?

- He's seven months.

- Ah, same as Robbie.

Say hello to the little boy.

- Well, thank you very much.

- [Sandra] Why don't you drop by
sometime?

We'll let 'em play together.

- We'd love to, thank you.

- Yeah.

- Bye-bye.

- Say bye-bye, Mrs. Henderson.

Bye-bye.

That's my boy.

That's my boy!

(suspenseful music)

- [Louise] Hello.

- [Mrs. McFarland] May I help
you?

- Oh, yes, thank you.

This your little boy?

- Yes.

- Hello there.

Hello there.

What's his name?

- Joel.

- Hello there, Joel.

This is Lonnie.

How old is he?

- Seven months old.

- So is ours.

I'm looking for some
people named McFarland.

- I'm Mrs. McFarland.

- How do you do?

I'm Mrs. Henderson.

Your name was given to me by
Vera Brandon.

- Oh yes, I remember her.

- Was she working with a
modeling agency?

- No, she didn't mention that.

She read my husband's
advertisement

and telephoned for
part-time secretarial work.

We're in insurance and real
estate.

We run this motel.

- Oh.

But she never worked for you?

- She came by to see us,

but then she lost interest right
away.

- Oh.

Well, thank you.

I won't take any more of your
time.

Bye-bye, Joel.

Bye-bye.

Bye-bye.

He sure is a healthy-looking
one.

- Oh, he really is.

I had him with me from the very
first.

I think it makes a difference.

- So did I.

That's why I love St. Dominic's.

- St. Dominic's Hospital?

That's where I had Joel!

- St. Dominic's?

Thank you, thank you.

- Well, I know you don't
remember me,

but you're a real charmer.

I wish more of my mothers
would come back to visit.

We seldom see them after
they take their babies home.

Of course, you're one
of our star boarders.

- Do you remember Mrs.
McFarland?

- Oh, she was here the same time
you were.

She had a boy too.

- I saw her today, and Mrs.
Mathews.

She was here that time, you
remember?

- Mathews?

- She had a boy.

- Oh, she was the blond girl.

Oh yes, the nurses used to
call her the Makeup Kit.

She was asking for mascara
before the anesthetic wore off.

- Her Robbie is a model for baby
ads now.

- Oh?

Well, he was a pretty little
thing.

- I just thought it might be fun
to visit

with all of the mothers
who were here at that time.

I must have missed a couple,
though.

- Well, there weren't too many.

- Sister, do you remember a Vera
Brandon?

- Vera Brandon.

- [Louise] She was tallish
and dark, in her middle 30s?

- I don't remember that name.

(baby cries)

Vera, Vera.

Oh, it wasn't Brandon.

Williamson or Williams, I think.

Here, you take Lonnie and I'll
look.

Now, you be a good boy, you be a
good boy.

Oh yes, I remember her now.

She was one of our sad ones.

Her husband had deserted
her, and her baby died.

Poor little thing was premature.

Simply didn't have the strength
to live.

- Oh, no, Marc, I'm not afraid,
it's...

it's just that I don't
want he here any longer.

Oh, no, I'm not going
to give her a deadline.

I just thought I'd ask
her to find another place

and move as soon as it's
convenient.

Okay.

Okay, darling.

Hurry home.

I love you.

- [Vera] Mrs. Henderson?

- Oh.

I thought perhaps you'd gone to
bed.

- No, I was trying to do some
work.

- My husband just
telephoned from the base.

He's coming home.

- I know, I heard the girls
mention it.

Tomorrow evening, isn't it?

- Yes.

Well, it's definite now, so I
thought I ought to tell you.

I was going to speak to
you when you came in, but--

- Well, you were having dinner,

and I went straight upstairs.

I was rather tired.

Actually, Mrs. Henderson,

I would like to talk
to you about the room.

I do hope you won't be offended,

but I spent almost the entire
afternoon

looking for another place to
live.

- Why,

I know we said we'd try it,
and if it didn't work out--

- If it weren't for my work,
I'd be pleased to stay.

- Oh.

- But I did see a place this
afternoon

that I think will be a
little better for me.

- Um,

when would you be leaving?

- Oh, tomorrow.

The weekend is a good time to
get settled.

I wonder if I might have a cup
of coffee.

I've been walking around all
afternoon,

and I am rather exhausted.

- Oh yes, of course.

It's in the kitchen.

- Thank you so much.

(dramatic music)

Thank you.

- It's been made an awfully long
time.

I hope it's not too strong for
you.

Use lots of cream and sugar.

- I like it black.

You know, I do like little
girls,

but Marjorie and Harriet
are a little distracting.

- Believe me, Miss Brandon,
I know exactly what you mean.

Boy, this is awful.

(dramatic music)

- Michael and I are leaving
now, Mrs. Henderson.

I'm taking him home with me.

Oh, I am sorry for you,

because I think in your own way

you've grown really fond of my
baby.

But you see, Michael is my
child.

I've known that from the very
beginning,

from that first day seven months
ago.

See, they brought me your baby

and they told me it was mine.

Oh, that poor, pale, weak little
thing.

But I knew they were lying.

Because I knew what
Michael had to look like.

I always knew I'd have a
big, strong, healthy boy.

And I knew he wouldn't be blond.

I knew he'd have dark hair like
mine and like his father's.

Oh, Mrs. Henderson, you
see, your baby died.

And then they knew how much
you wanted a little boy,

so they gave you mine,

and I suppose they thought I
wouldn't find out, but I did.

I gave up everything, and I
searched.

And I searched.

Till I found him.

Here.

Oh, I know, I knew from the
beginning

that you're a good person, Mrs.
Henderson,

and I knew that you wanted
my Michael to be happy.

So don't you see,

now that you know that
I'm his real mother,

I'm sure you have to agree
that this is the best solution.

The only solution.

Michael belongs with me.

And I'm going to take him home.

(dramatic music)

(ominous music)

- Mother, Mother, please!

Mother!

- Mommy, I'm hungry.

You have to make breakfast,
Mommy.

- Mother, wake up.

It's almost nine o'clock.

- We'll be late for school!

- Mother, you have to wake up.

What's wrong with you?

Mother, please!

- Mommy!

(gasps)

- [Marjorie] Mother?

Are you sick?

- No, darling, I'm all right.

Lonnie!

Lonnie!

- [Marjorie] Are you sure
you're all right, Mother?

- What's wrong, Mommy?

- Girls.
- Why did you

sleep on the sofa?

- Girls, I want you to
go over to Celia's house.

- [Marjorie] But what about
school?

- Go over to Celia's house, now.

- But Mommy--

- Right now!

(suspenseful music)

Give me the police.

This is an emergency.

I want to report my baby's been
kidnapped.

- [Grace] Louise?

- Oh, no, thanks.

- Oh, come on, honey.
- No, Grace.

- [Grace] Did you get
that call through to Marc?

- No, he'd already left the
base.

Grace, he could be anywhere.

She could have left last night.

- Louise, listen to me now.

The police are checking the
airports

and all the railroad stations.

Now, please, honey, try not to
worry.

- Mommy, look.

It's the spy lady's coat.

- You're not supposed to put it
on.

- Girls, please, won't you try

just this once to play nicely
together?

- [Harriet] And I found
the secret message too.

- Louise, is that Miss Brandon's
coat?

- Yes.

Yes, it is.

Where did you find it?

- [Marjorie] In the hall closet.

Harriet found it.

- [Harriet] And I found
the secret message too.

- Okay, girls, that's fine.

Now, will you just run
along like good girls?

- Mommy.
- Maybe she'll

come back for it.

- Yes, maybe she will,
sweetheart.

Thank you both very much.

- [Harriet] Mommy?

- Harriet, please run along.

- Well, if nobody wants
to see my secret message.

(paper ripping)

- Oh, I'd like to see the
message.

Thank you, dear.

Now, please run along.

(sighs)

Grace.

- [Grace] What is it?

- Grace.

- Is that her address?

- Williams.

That's what Sister Mary
said at the hospital.

Mrs. Williams.

(phone dialing)

Lieutenant Novotny, please.

Well, how can I get in touch
with him?

I have to get a message through
to him.

It's very urgent.

All right, will you tell him

this is Mrs. Marc Henderson
speaking.

Tell him I think that my baby
is at 2120 Ashley Avenue.

The name is Mrs. J.A. Williams
there.

Yes, tell Lieutenant Novotny

that I'm going there right away.

Yes, thank you.

- [Grace] I'll go with you.

- No, Grace, you stay here
with the girls, please.

(suspenseful music)

(doorbell buzzing)

- Just a minute.

(door slamming)

Why, Mrs. Henderson.

- Where is my baby?

- [Vera] Oh, you brought my
coat.

Thank you so much.

- Where is Lonnie?
- Shh.

- Is my baby in that room?

- Michael's asleep and, Mrs.
Henderson,

Michael is not your baby.

- Is he in there?
- Shh.

(lock turning)

He's sleeping.

He needs his morning nap.

- If you've harmed that baby,
I'll--

(laughs)

- Harmed him?

Oh, my dear, do you think
I'd harm my own son?

- That baby is not yours.

- Mrs. Henderson,

everybody in this
neighborhood knows my son.

We've lived here for over a
month.

They know him at the candy
store,

they know him at the drug
store, the toy store.

Even my own landlady knows him.

Would you like to talk to her?

- Mrs. Williams.

Miss Brandon.

Your Michael is dead.

- Your Lonnie is dead!

(sighs)

Oh, I know how hard it is for
you to face it, I know, but

you have a beautiful home
and a lovely family--

- Hospitals don't make mistakes.

- It was deliberate.

They meant to do it.

- No, you're wrong.

No, I was conscious every minute
when Lonnie was delivered.

I saw him before he took his
first breath.

I know.

- Mrs. Henderson, I don't think

there's any point in continuing
this.

Now, I want you to go away,

and I want you to stop annoying
us.

And if you still persist in
coming here,

I'm going to have to take
steps to see that you stop.

(doorbell buzzing)

- Are you Mrs. Williams?

- [Vera] Yes, I am.

Oh, Miss McGuiness must have
sent for you.

Would you please come in?

- Thank you.

- I have been trying to avoid a
scene,

but Mrs. Henderson here just
doesn't seem to understand--

- You are Mrs. Henderson?

- [Louise] Yes.

- You spoke to Lieutenant
Novotny about a baby.

- [Louise] Yes.

- He told me all about it.

He's waiting downstairs.

He asked me to come up

and see that everything's
been straightened out.

The baby's here?

- Oh, yes, yes.

- How old is he?

- Michael, he's seven months
old.

- I have two nephews, one
10 months and one two years.

- Michael is very healthy.

He's quite big for his age.

- I'd love to have a look at
him.

Where is he?

- If you don't mind,

I'd rather he weren't
disturbed right at the moment.

I just want you to tell
her that he is my baby.

- Well, of course I
understand, Mrs. Williams,

but I thought you'd like
to set the record straight.

For his sake.

- The records were changed.

Deliberately.

- But you don't want to
leave them that way, do you?

- No.

No!

- We really ought to go to
the hospital and confirm

the footprints and fingerprints
that were taken at birth,

and then to the hall of records
for his birth certificate.

- Yes.

Yes, perhaps we ought.

- We could go together.

You and Michael and I.

- I'll get Michael ready.

(baby fussing)

(sighs)

He's awake.

(baby cries)

What is it, darling?

Is it too hot?

Shh, Michael.

Shh, baby, shh.

Michael.

Michael, shh.

What is it, darling?

What is it?

Michael?

Michael, what is it, sweetheart?

Please, please stop crying.

Michael!

What's wrong with you?

Michael, shh, shh.

Baby, baby, shh, shh.

Michael, Michael.

Michael, what's wrong with you?

- Mrs. Williams.

- I can't make him stop!

I can't make him stop!

- Why not let Mrs. Henderson
take him?

He's used to her.

- It's just that he
doesn't know me, that's...

that's another terrible
thing that they've done.

See, they let him stay with
her for all those months.

He doesn't even know me,
and I'm his own mother!

(baby crying)

(dramatic music)

I just wish he wouldn't cry that
way!

- He's quiet now.

- Well, shall we go down to the
car?

- I'll carry him for you.

- [Vera] No.

- Let me?

- No.

He's mine.

Careful.

- [Police Officer] Are you
ready?

- Shh!

Yes, we're ready.

(dramatic music)

(sighs)

- I trust you have enjoyed your
stay here.

Please return next week,

for we plan to have another
intriguing floor show.

As for your bill,

someone else has taken
care of that for you.

I can't reveal his identity,

but he left this message for
you.

("Funeral March of a
Marionette")

(regal fanfare)