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money just for that fancy costume.

What about all that scuba diving equipment he bought last month?

It's a real shame.

Plenty that could use that money.

Like you, for instance?

That's right.

Well, why don't you find somebody rich to marry like he did?

From failure to fortune.

One easy lesson.

Have to put up with someone the likes of her?

Not in your life, Ralph.

As much of a fool as he is, I pity him for what he had to put up with the last

ten years of being married to her.

She's sick all the time and having to stay in bed most of the day.

Oh, that bell.

Well, I guess I better go in.

I'm coming, Miss Scarlet.

Of course, Madam rang.

Waiting for my coffee and toast for half an hour.

The cook was not... The cook was not what?

He was not... He was busy.

Busy?

Two people to cook for.

And he is busy.

It seems that way, Madam.

Oh, it does, does it? Well, if Mr.

Burnt Toast Tony spent less time in his room handicapping horses, he might be

less busy.

right up. You are a liar!

So why don't you pack your things and board a bus back to, uh,

wherever it is that you came from?

You're fired.

Oh, and, uh, why don't you take that pizza parlor cowboy of a cook with you?

But, madam... Don't! But, madam, me! You have been...

Standing down there half the morning, gawking at my husband.

Don't you think that I don't know what you're up to?

Dearie.

out of sorts this morning, sir.

I gather.

26, 27, 8, 9, 2 minutes, 30, ouch.

Coffee pots, all pepper, all writing.

Milk, milk, milk, milk, milk.

You certainly took your time, Arnold.

I must say, you're no improvement over that thing I fired.

This new woman you employ doesn't do better.

One day I'll probably die from simple lack of care.

It's almost nine now.

Her bus will be here at ten. Perhaps I should go.

Seem awfully anxious?

No, no, no. I just don't want Miss Greco to feel lost.

I could send Ralph if you want me to stay with you.

Now, go ahead.

Go ahead.

I'm rather anxious to meet Miss Greco myself.

She's probably some frittery redhead with ten thumbs and a bad permanent.

I doubt that, Elizabeth.

The employment agency recommended her very highly, and you read her

Stop yannering.

Go.

Hello. I'm Arnold Vaudan, and I suppose you're Miss Grickle.

Sorry I'm late.

I hope you'll be happy here.

You know, my wife needed some female attention for some time. Someone who can

take care of her needs better than I.

You understand about her ailment, I trust.

You see, it's left her very weak and dependent.

Yes, it was explained to me.

I've done practical nursing before, but I understand that your wife also needs a

companion. You might say that. She requires all sorts of attentions in

to her medical care. You know how women are.

I certainly hope that you'll like us, Miss Greco.

I'm sure I will, sir.

Well, where'd you get her from? Las Vegas?

Nothing of the sort.

You chose Miss Greco yourself from three resumes supplied by the employment

office. I have never seen this woman before in my life.

But you admit she's pretty.

Perhaps. But frankly, Elizabeth, I didn't notice. Who could tell what she

like beneath that hat? Really.

Very well. We'll let her stay.

It should be interesting observing you two.

But make no mistakes, Arnold.

I'll be watching.

Really? You are talking nonsense.

Nonsense, indeed.

I know that look, Arnold Boudin.

It's the same silly expression you had on your face the night we first met at

the Crestwood Catering.

Elizabeth, please.

Go on.

Tell Miss Greco she's hired.

Never mind.

I'll tell her myself.

Yes, Mrs. Bourdain.

I want to be wheeled outside this morning. I'd like your help.

Then I wish you'd see about Mr.

Bourdain's lunch.

Our former cook had a tendency to fry everything, and Arnold has a delicate

stomach.

You see, I'm not the only one that needs attention.

My husband deserves some, too.

Well, looks like you're hired.

Yes. May I take your coat?

Here you are.

to town. I wonder if you'd be good enough to pick up a few things for me.

Arnold. Please, call me Arnold.

Of course.

Arnold.

That's better.

I've got a good idea. Why don't you come into town with me?

Do you think it would be all right with me? Oh, I'm sure.

Oh, you are.

Are you?

Brush my hair.

Yes, Mrs. Bourdain.

Be careful.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I wasn't talking about my hair. I was talking about my husband.

He thinks he's cute. Sometimes he even thinks he's clever.

Do you think he's cute?

I've never really thought of him that way.

Haven't you?

Come your blushing.

Would you like some hot chocolate? Yes, I would.

Thank you.

I love you, too.

But it's hopeless, isn't it?

Well, it all depends on what you mean by hopeless.

Well, I mean marriage, of course.

Oh.

Isn't that what you meant?

Oh, well, ordinarily it would be, but... As you know, I'm well married.

There are divorce courts.

There are poor houses, too.

Well, then...

That's all there is to it, I suppose. Oh, no, no, no, I wouldn't say that, no.

What else can there be?

I won't be a backstreet wife, Arnold.

That's a dreadful romance novel phrase.

I prefer mother.

And I prefer husband.

What do you know about methamphetamine?

That medicine I give her every night? Mm -hmm.

Yes. I know that it's a strong sedative.

She's often so uncomfortable at night. It helps her to sleep.

Do you know about the proper dosage and all that?

I know that it's dangerous.

That an overdose could affect the brain.

Possibly cause hemorrhaging.

Even death.

Naturally, you wouldn't make any mistakes about overdosing.

Of course not.

That would be foolish.

Yes, it would.

So easily detectable.

However, an overdose wouldn't be detected if administered a bit at a

That is, one extra cc per day would have the same effect in the long run, right?

Yes, I believe that's true.

She would become weaker every day.

Nasty headaches.

That's sure to be a symptom. Yes, but not necessarily ascribable to the drug.

The difference in the bottle would be hardly discernible.

Tell me, how long do you think it would take before she... I'm not really sure.

Take a guess.

Perhaps two months.

Why, that would be two.

I'm not sure that I know exactly what caused Elizabeth's trouble.

I see.

You see, these attacks that you've been having, they're not usual in such cases.

And yet, I can't seem to locate the reason.

Well, of course, she's extremely weak. That's to be expected.

But her blood pressure is higher than it should be.

Well, tell me, Doctor, is there anything that you can do for her?

Well, I've told her to keep to her bed for a week. Perhaps she's overtired

herself.

But also, I'm not happy about her mental condition.

She seems to have some strange notions about, well, about Miss Greco. Really?

What sort of notions?

Considering the romantic pair that you and Elizabeth made, oh, those years

before she fell ill, don't you think she might be just a little jealous?

Jealous?

Miss Greco is absolutely loyal.

I'm sure that if you talked to Elizabeth, she'd admit the same thing.

Frankly, Doctor, I don't... I really don't know how we got along without her

before. Oh, I know that.

But it's something to be aware of anyway, huh?

Oh, by the way, if you should need me before my next regular visit, just don't

hesitate to call. Thank you, Doctor.

This is Elizabeth Bowden.

Let me speak to Dr. Ivey, please.

I don't care if he's treating the governor himself.

You tell him if he's not here in 15 minutes with some workable idea to

the state of my health, he's fired.

Understand?

Arnold, I'm glad I caught you alone.

Nerves. That woman is a bundle of nerves.

You're going to have to watch her very carefully.

Her condition is no better by the end of the week. I think we ought to have her

in the hospital for some tests.

But you can't.

Well, I mean... I mean, Elizabeth would never consent to it.

She'll have to.

I can't answer for the consequences if she doesn't.

We must decide, and we must decide quickly.

If she enters the hospital, some probing clinical eye might detect the overdose

that's accumulated in her system.

Oh, Arnold.

We could do this two ways.

Either we ease up on the amount we give her. I've thought of it.

Or we finish the job.

Please. Don't let me interrupt your little cocoa orgy, Arnold. Go on.

Get right on with it.

Elizabeth, you shouldn't have come down here.

I couldn't find my veil. That fool doctor put my veil somewhere.

I had to walk down here.

But I'm glad I did. I wouldn't have missed this for the world. This is a

picture. Mrs. Boudon, you mustn't think... You be quiet!

I've had enough of you. You understand that, Arnold?

Quite enough.

Elizabeth, you're mistaken.

You know... I know you, Arnold.

And this is one woman you will never lean on again.

I want her out of here tomorrow.

Mrs. Boudin, I beg of you. It won't do you any good.

Because you're fired, Miss Greco.

If Arnold was my employee, I'd fire him, too.

But he isn't. He's my husband.

You understand?

My husband.

Now, you come over here and help me.

You can carry me up to you.

And tomorrow, you'll phone that agency.

And we'll get a substitute for Miss Greco only this time.

I will interview myself.

Yes, Elizabeth.

Poor Arnold.

There's always been a woman to help you, hasn't there?

Now that she's gone, you just have to depend on me, your poor invalid wife.

Have you done what I told you? Did you call the employment agency?

Oh, yes, yes, yes. You'll have three candidates to choose from this

They've been instructed to arrive at alternate hours beginning at two.

Good.

I think I'll go to a movie if you don't need me. Oh, go ahead.

Be sure to see a good, passionate movie.

Full of passion and pretty girls.

But don't forget to hurry home.

I see you've hired someone.

That's right.

It's all settled.

I found the perfect woman.

I'm very glad, Elizabeth.

Did they all show up on time?

The first two were impossible. They were so young.

You know how you are around young women, Arnold.

But I'm sure that you'll find the one that I hired most attractive.

She's in the kitchen now.

Why don't you go down?

Look her over.

You seem to find it amusing, don't you?

Amusing. Why should I?

Go down.

I think you'll like her a great deal. Perhaps even more than you liked Miss

Greco.

Oh, hi.

Does she want me? I was just making some coffee.

She gets her medicine at 9 o 'clock.

You won't forget it? No, of course not.

Are you all right? You don't look well at all. You understand about the dosage.

Yes, I understand.

One cc above normal.

That's right.

It shouldn't take long to finish her off now.

God knows what's kept her going this long.

Don't worry, my dear.

Haven't I always taken care of you?

I certainly do appreciate this, Mother.