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Doomed.
Doomed to a violent end,
that Clara Nash was.

I'm telling you, Sergeant.
Doomed to a violent end.

I know, Mrs. Slocum,
you told me.
Three times, already.

And I'm trying to find out,
with your help,
who murdered her.

The horror of it all.

And that wonderful Mr. Nash.

And that poor little boy.
Whatever is gonna
become of him.

Mom, please, mom.
Try to control yourself.

And to think that
I was practically the last one
to see her alive.

Me.

Mrs. Slocum, if you could
just give me a few minutes
of your valuable time, l--

My valuable time.
Well, thank you
very much, Sergeant.

You hear that, Janie?

The Sergeant
wants a few minutes
of my valuable time.

Just goes to show
how a person's whole life
can be changed...

just by somebody
getting murdered.

First, there was the flowers
from the women's club...

with a very kind note
of sympathy.

Plus an invitation...

to tell about my experiences
on the fatal night.

And now the Sergeant
wants a few minutes
of my valuable time.

Well, let's face it, Janie.
How much was my valuable time
worth, yesterday?

85 cents an hour,
plus carfare.

I was just a plain,
simple baby-sitter.

[sighs]

But look at me now.

Mom, lie down for a while.
The Sergeant
will come back later.

I just remembered something.
That's more like it,
Mrs. Slocum.

I sent my black taffeta
to the cleaners...

and it's never gonna be back
in time for that meeting
at the women's club.

[sighs]

I'll be back.

Really, Sergeant. My mother's
a wonderful woman.

She just suffers
from overacting.

That's the understatement
of the year.

Oh, mercy.

You must be that detective.
Say, I got a few ideas
about that murder.

I'll bet you have.

[scoffs]

Well.

Where's your mother, honey?

Mrs. Armstedder, take it easy.
She's really had a rough day.

There you are, Lottie.

Boy, do you look a mess.

Well, come on, honey,
refreshments.
We got a lot of talking to do.

Now.

Oh.
Move over.

Isn't this exciting?
Look at that.

"Baby-sitter questioned
in murder."

It's in every paper.
Your name, your picture,
everything.

Gee, makes a person afraid
to go out on a job.

You know, I was supposed to
sit for the Thompsons tonight.
But now....

I bet you never wanna
baby-sit again.

Well, you'd always be
imagining a killer was
sneaking around or something.

Come on, Lottie,
I bet you're just dying
to tell me all about it.

Move over, will you?
Well, if that's
your attitude.

[slurping]

It's cherry chocolate
with tutti-frutti.

[groaning]

There.

Come on now, tell me.
What was she really like?

It's a long,
long story, Blanche.

Well, don't worry.
I've got refills.

Well, go on.

You know,
how I've often said...

that sometimes a pretty face
will do you more harm
than good.

Well, that Clara Nash
was doomed to a violent end.

Way she was carrying on,
she deserved what she got.

Shame on you, Lottie.
Go on.

You know how particular I am
about who I sit for.

Well, I never
would've sat for her.

Except I had a soft spot
in my heart for the boy.

And that wonderful Mr. Nash.
What a gentleman he was.

And the way she treated him,
he deserved something better.

Did you see the flowers
the women's club sent?

[exclaims]

Potted plant
would be less trouble.

The way she's been
carrying on.

Since the separation,
not even divorced, mind you.

Running around
with lounge lizards
like that Mr. de Mario.

He was the one
that took her out last night,
before she was killed.

Listen...

do you think that
de Mario did it?
Who knows?

Gives me the creeps.
He's the slippery type,
you know.

Well, why not him?

Listen,
he brings her home, see.
They've been drinking maybe.

Then she asks him
to drive you home
to get rid of him.

But he fools her,
he comes back.

Did act kind of peculiar
in the car, coming home.

Never opened his mouth once,
except to say good night.

That was kind of funny,
wasn't it?
Yeah.

Well, as I say,
anybody could've done it.

They say when they
found her strangled--

I don't even wanna
think about that.

She was never any good.

Even right from the beginning,
when I first started sitting
for the Nashes.

Long before
they were separated.

(Lottie)
I remember one night.

They were supposed to go
to his boss's house
for dinner.

So I got there at 7.:00
like I was supposed to.

Mrs. Nash was picking
on Mr. Nash something awful.

It wasn't as if
I was snooping or anything.

She must've known
I was standing there,
but that didn't stop her.

Not for one minute.

Yakety, yakety yak.
Mad as a wet hen she was.

Poor Mr. Nash, you could see
he was suffering...

but didn't have a chance
with Big Mouth.

And what was she
blowing her top about
this time?

Well, I'll tell you.

Because she didn't want to go
to the boss's house
for dinner.

Just because Mr. Nash
asked her to change her dress.

You should've seen her,
decked out
like a showgirl or something.

But she refused to get into
something respectable.

She'd rather go out
someplace fancy
the way she was...

than keep her husband
on good terms with his boss.

[inaudible]

I won't even repeat
some of the things
she had to say.

And that poor man,
what he must have been
going through.

She even had the nerve
to make him call his boss...

to say they couldn't come.

And do you know
what she was doing
while he was calling?

She just laughed.
Well, she could afford to.
She won.

I couldn't keep
my mouth shut any longer
and I let her have it.

I simply told her
that she didn't deserve
a man like Mr. Nash.

And she had the nerve
to get sore about it,
even though I was right.

It might've ended up in
a real hair-pulling contest...

if it hadn't been
for Mr. Nash. But....
Such a gentleman.

He just couldn't stand by
and let her abuse me.

He had to tear us apart
practically.

But I guess
he didn't really mind.

I guess he was flattered
that I stuck up for him...

because, right then and there,
he asked me...

how such a wonderful,
understanding woman like me...

had stayed a widow so long.

Blanche, he was divine.

(Blanche)
So what?

So what, what?

So you don't think
he meant anything personal?

I mean about your being
so wonderful and still single
and everything.

Who knows what he meant.

Well, what's so funny?

Lottie, you ought to be
ashamed of yourself,
and at your age.

My age. His age. Same age.
Give a little, take a little.

[Blanche laughing]

Besides, who'd have him
even if he asked me?

That I'd like to see.

Well, don't kill yourself
laughing, Blanche.

I may be a size 14,
but I could get to be
a size 10 for him.

For a man like that,
I could even get
to be beautiful.

For a man like that,
a woman would do anything.

Just anything.

Lottie, you didn't....
Didn't what?

You didn't kill her?

What?

Have some more cake, Mom.

No, not for me. I'm gonna
start cutting down.

You know, Janie,
you wouldn't believe it.

But when your father
and me was married,
I weighed only 98 pounds.

He used
to call me "Peanut."

Used to brag about my figure
to everybody.
In a nice way, of course.

Funny how a woman
lets herself go
when there's no man around.

Well, those afternoon teas
that you and Mrs. Armstedder
indulge in...

don't help either, Mom.

You know, Janie, sometimes
I think Blanche Armstedder
isn't all there.

Only sometimes?

I'll do the dishes, honey.

You run down to the drugstore
and get me tonight's papers.

I wanna see
what they say about me.
Okay, I'll be right back.

All right.

Get all the papers.

[door closes]

[sighs]

98 pounds.

[bell buzzing]

For goodness' sake.
A person has
no privacy around here.

Mr. de Mario.

Mind if I come in?

No, of course not.
My daughter--

I just saw her
going down the street,
so I know you're alone.

Yes. As a matter of fact,
I am.

To what do I owe the pleasure
of this visit, Mr. de Mario?

Pleasure?

I just dropped in to give you
a little piece of advice.

What about?

About the murder
of Clara Nash.

I don't know anything
about that.
Yeah, I know.

But you've got
an overworked imagination.

Clara used to tell me
how you liked
to dream things up.

She thought it was very funny.
Only it might not be
so funny now.

I've already told them
everything I know...

and I didn't tell them
anything but the truth.

That's what
I'm worried about.

When you run out of the truth,
what are you gonna say then?

Nothing, nothing at all.

You just keep repeating that,
Mrs. Slocum.

It could mean
a whole lot to your future.

[door opens]

[door closes]

~~[scatting]

[sighs]

[clucking tongue]

Thanks, honey,
I don't mind if I do.

Say,
where's your mother anyway,
it's almost dinner time.

Well, she can't be
out much longer.

As soon as the stores close,
she's got to come home.

What a good girl you are.
Always waiting
for your mother.

Like the other night,
for instance.

It was real nice of you
to wait till she got home.

What time was it, anyway?
She got in around 2:00 a.m.

You're sure
'cause you were up?
No, I'm not sure.

Then how can you be sure?

I'm not. It's just that
she said she got in then.

Then you wouldn't know
if she went out again.

Really, Mrs. Armstedder.
Why don't you
stick to solitaire?

Janie, what do you think?

A lady at the hairdresser's
asked me for my autograph...

and the man at the corner
said I ought to sell my story
to the Chronicle.

Are you still here, Blanche?
Well, Jane asked me
to dinner.

Say, you've got a new hairdo.
Well, looks pretty nice.

Gives you height.

Say, what all
did you buy, Lottie?
Nothing really.

[sighs]

[exclaims]

Jane, it's for you.

On second thought,
it's too young for you.

Size 10?
I don't get it.
Well, you will.

With this, I'm gonna
lose pounds like water.

Wait, I'll show you.

All this wouldn't have
anything to do
with a certain gentleman...

whose initials
are "Charles Nash"?

Where do you get your ideas?

[grunts]

Now, look, this is what
you're supposed to do.

You're supposed to kind of,
like, lasso your feet.

Lasso your feet.
Like that, see.

And then you
pull yourself up.

You're bending your knees.
Shut up.

[snickering]

Well, I'm glad to see
you're feeling better,
Mrs. Slocum.

How do you do?
May I help you up?

Well, I'm not feeling better,
I'm not well at all.

I just keep trying.
That's why I'm here,
Mrs. Slocum.

I'm gonna ask you to try
to remember if there are any
details that you overlooked.

Like what, for instance?

Well, supposing
we go through
the whole thing again.

Right from the start.

Read me
what I said yesterday.

That's not exactly
the idea, Mrs. Slocum.

It's a cross-examination.
That's where they catch you
if you're lying.

Shh.

Fire away.
I'll answer your questions.
Thank you, ma'am.

Let's start
with de Mario.

De Mario?
Yes.

He says that he brought
Mrs. Nash home
at approximately 1:45 a.m.

Now, does that
check with you?
Check.

Do you have anything
further to say about this?

No.

And he left immediately
after with you in the car,
right?

Right.

What did he talk about
on the way home?
Nothing.

Nothing?
Nothing.

Well, didn't he say anything
when he dropped you off?

Nothing.
Nothing?

Nothing!

Well, he must've said
something when he dropped
you off, Mrs. Slocum.

He said, "Good night."

Now, look. De Mario
has been unable
to account for his time...

from then until 4:00 a.m.
Now, exactly what time
did you get home?

They can't prove it,
Lottie.

Now, don't say another word
until you see a lawyer.

I don't need a lawyer.

I answered all the questions.

I think I've got a headache.
I wish you'd go away.

[groans]

Mom.

I don't know what got
into that police officer...

but don't be upset.

Everybody knows
you had nothing to do with it.

Do you still want me
to sit for you
at the Blakes tonight?

Are you sure
you're gonna be all right
here alone?

I'll be back
as early as I can, Mom.

[door closes]

(Lottie)
Dear Mr. Nash...

the time has come
when I need you.

I'm all mixed up...

especially after what happened
the night of the murder.

I like to keep myself busy
when I'm baby-sitting.

Makes the time go by quicker.

It was a good book,
very romantic.

I couldn't wait to find out
what happened.

So after I finished the book
I looked around
for something else to do.

You've no idea how empty
the life of a baby-sitter is.

And how quiet.

It's not as if
I were a teenager...

with lots of friends
to keep me company.

Bobby was sound asleep.

Such an angel.

And with a mother like that.

But again, you're his father.

I guess it takes two to tango,
if you get what I mean.

That woman
sure was some housekeeper.

Never saw such a mess.

But then, I guess
she didn't have time
for such things.

Dust, just like I expected.

It was funny seeing
the two of us hanging there.
Her and me.

I remember when your coat
used to be there, too,
Mr. Nash.

I always used to hang mine
next to it.

[chuckles]

[chuckling]
I guess you can tell by now
I'm romantic.

You always bought her
such pretty things.

Maybe it's not nice of me
to talk about the dead.

You gave me quite a turn
coming in like that, Mr. Nash.

But you had your key,
and why not? You pay the rent.

I could smell
you'd been drinking...

but who could blame you,
with all your troubles.

You weren't even sore at me
for trying on the coat.

[chuckles]

I guess you never thought
I could look so good.

It's that blonde beaver.
It does something for a woman.

Even me.

Such a good father.

It was so cozy,
just the two of us.

Just as if
it had always been that way.

And then she came back.

We heard them out there.
Her and that Mr. de Mario,
laughing.

It was shameful
the way those two
were carrying on.

It really hurt me
to see the look on your face.

It was nice of you
not to want to be present...

when she came in
with that boyfriend of hers.

You knew you could trust me
not to tell her
you were in the bedroom.

Of course, I don't believe
that you had anything to do...

with what happened later.

But you see, it's the police
I'm worried about, Mr. Nash.

Maybe tomorrow
they'll ask me about you.

So I thought
if we could get together....

You know...

dinner for two, t�te-�-t�te.

[bell buzzing]

Mr. Nash, come in,
come in.

What a wonderful surprise.

I wasn't expecting anybody
but you're very welcome,
I'm sure.

You won't believe this,
but I was just writing
a letter to you.

Wait a minute and I'll go
and get it for you.
Now, isn't that a coincidence.

If you'd given me
a little warning...

I might've fixed up
a tiny bit.

I never was so surprised
to see anybody in my life.

Well, here it is.

By special messenger.

I was beginning
to get worried.

But I didn't
tell them anything,
like I promised.

Not a word.

They never asked me
if you were there
the night of the murder...

so I didn't think it was wrong
not to tell them anything.

Well, Mr. Nash,
whatever are you doing?

Mr. Nash!

[screaming]

[Lottie gasping]

[baby crying]

And now, I suppose
you babies who have just
put the sitter to bed...

are wondering about Mr. Nash.

He escaped in his automobile,
but not for long.

He was soon arrested...

for failing to yield
the right of way.

Well, he wasn't
exactly arrested.

You see, it was a train
that he failed to yield to.

And now, children,
if you aren't naughty...

and if the rabbit
doesn't get drunk...

drinking too much
carrot tea...

and fall
on the elephant's trunk...

next week
I'll tell you another story.

[baby crying]

Good night.