All language subtitles for The FBI s01e22 The Baby Sitter

Good night.

Tell him we're coming.

Please forgive us. We're not always this
disorganized, Miss... Oh, I'm sorry. I

forgot your name.

He'll be right out. That's all right.
It's Mrs. Doucette.

Doucette, of course.

Catch her.

I think I've told you everything. There
shouldn't be any problem with the baby.

She's a doll.

We'll be back around one.

But you forgot to tell me the baby's
name, Miss Wilcox.

I'm sorry, it's Catherine.

Bye.

Catherine.

Catherine.

Catherine.

Just the way I dreamed you.

Your mother's going to be mighty upset.

I wonder if I ought to.

My dear Liz Wilcox, I know

what you will be feeling when you

discover Catherine is gone.

But...

This is something I must do.

The voices.

No, she'd never, never understand.

But you will understand.

I'll make you understand, Catherine.

Sweet little girl she is.

Sweet little girl.

Here we go.

Now you say goodbye, Pat.

The FBI.

A Quinn Martin Warner Brothers
production.

Starring Ephraim Zimbalist Jr.

Also starring Philip Abbott.

Stephen Brooks.

With guest stars Colleen Dewhurst.

Colin Wilcox.

Jeffrey Horn.

Davy Davison.

Tonight's episode, The Babysitter.

Yes, Jim.

Oh, good. Put him on.

Hello, Lewis.

Lou, apparently the babysitter took the
Wilcox car. According to a report, the

car was seen heading toward Westchester.

Giles, anything new?

Yes, sir. I talked to the witness,
Anthony Gorinsky.

His description of the car checks.

It was a light blue Mustang, white
convertible top.

Might have been a baby on the front
seat.

Contact the New York and Newark offices?

They're arranging with the state police
for road checks.

Any sign of a ransom note?

Not yet.

The parents have given us permission to
monitor calls.

All right, then. Keep us informed.

A middle -aged woman?

Stolen baby and no ransom demands.

You think she's a psychopath?

No. Her parents well off?

No, just kids. Just starting out.

A psychopath at night is pretty clear
that she's an amateur, which increases

urgency. She's picked an object that's
easy to hide, difficult to identify, and

very simple to dispose of.

You pull out all the stops on this.

The potential threat on that baby's life
increases with each minute.

My dear little dog.

The mind plays funny tricks on her.

Oh, now don't you cry, darling.

I got your bottle right here.

There. You see?

Might be a bit cold, but it's going to
taste mighty good.

Yes, it is.

Open. Open up there.

There.

There's a darling.

There. Good, huh?

Isn't that good?

Oh, you were mighty hungry.

Lucky your mommy had four bottles
prepared.

Almost like she knew you were going to
take this little trip with me.

Such a long way to go.

We got to be there by April 2nd.

That's the day.

Goodness, I wonder what the date is
today.

But I know it's still March because I
can still feel that chill that comes

March.

March is my sister's month.

Stella.

Now, which one of your friends
recommended this babysitter, Mrs.

Arlene Morgan.

And her address?

2200 High Street.

The number she gave me was a telephone
exchange. I called it and she... The

woman called back. She said she was
available.

And she sounded nice.

Come on, honey.

Luke, look at this.

Imprints of two handwriting styles.

Did either of you use this today?

Yes,

I did. Why?

Mrs. Wilcox? Yeah.

Recording equipment's in working order,
Inspector.

Ah, good.

Well, thank you both for your
cooperation.

I pray somebody calls.

Too many somebodies probably will.
That's usually one of the problems once

case like this hits the papers.

I shouldn't have said anything, should
I?

I've done everything wrong. I even gave
the picture to the baby out. Don't you

worry. It'll be all right.

Will it, Mr. Erskine?

Will it?

Yes, Mrs. Wilcox, it will.

You hold on to that thought.

Oh, dear God, where is she?

I always used to leave him outside when
I went shopping.

Not anymore.

Not since that kidnapping.

What sort of woman would steal another
woman's baby?

My husband says she must be some kind of
a kook.

I think she must be.

I suppose I'm somewhat to blame if I
hadn't passed on that woman's name to

Francine. Where did you get her name,
Mrs. Morgan?

The church.

It was tacked up on the bulletin board.

The name and a telephone number that
belonged to an answering service.

No address?

No. I never knew her address.

She sat for me once when my neighbor's
daughter couldn't make it.

My son was just getting over a cold, I
remember, and was waking up three and

four times during the night.

She was wonderful with him.

How did you pay her?

What?

Check, cash.

Oh, uh, by check, probably.

Those things come out of my household
account.

Then you must have a castle check with
your endorsement on the back.

I guess I must have.

You'd best be getting back to the car.

It's fine to just sit around, but...

We really don't have the time.

There's no doubt about it in my mind,
Inspector.

The same person wrote both of those
samples.

Hey, Mrs.

Wilcox, I know what you will be feeling
when you discover Catherine is gone, but

this is something I must do. The voice
of... This is all you could recover of

the message?

I'm certain that was all that was
written, sir.

Voices.

All right, I want to check on all the
mental institutions in this part of the

country. Yes, sir. State, county,
province... All of them. And fast.

How long has it been?

Nearly three hours.

See what's in the mental institutions.

Yes, sir.

We can only find an automobile with the
keys in it.

Is that too much to ask?

Mama always left hers in the car.

Daddy was always afraid of making an
issue out of it.

Maybe we'll be lucky, Kathy. Yes.

All these automobiles, one of them ought
to be for us.

No. No key in that one.

No.

not having any luck at all.

Oh, Mama, help us, please.

Please, Mama, please.

Please.

I'm not down in the last half dozen.

So far, there's no confirmation of Mrs.
Doucette having been admitted in any of

the institutions canvassed.

We mustn't give up. We must have
confidence we're right. We must.

Catherine, you just wait here, baby.

Now be a good girl and don't you cry.

Car 4 to 17.

Car 4 to 17.

Thank you.

17 to all units.

Maintain surveillance until further
notice.

17 clear.

Oh, yes, my daddy was a fine man,
although he was so seldom at home.

He was a traveling man and... Well, you
see, he'd be gone for long periods of

time, and we didn't see him as much as
we would have liked to.

There are one or two other tapes I could
let you hear, without violating patient

-doctor confidence, but I can't imagine
what help they could be.

What was your diagnosis of her illness?

She came to us for help, but she didn't
stay long enough, really, for a

conclusive diagnosis.

She has regressive periods in which she
relives real as well as imagined

experiences.

Would you say she's a person who could
be triggered into committing violence?

That's entirely possible.

It's probably been entirely possible all
her life.

Could I have a copy of one of those
tapes? We'll need a sample of her voice.

What do you mean, in case she calls the
parents?

Do you really expect her to call?

You're the psychiatrist, doctor, not me.

April, April, come out and play.

Well, at least I was able to find out
what the date is.

We're on the very last day of March.

Tomorrow and one more day traveling,
we'll be at our destination.

April 2nd.

Catherine's birthday.

Not yours, sweet Catherine.

I meant my own Catherine.

My poor, dear Catherine.

Well, only two more days.

Two more days and we'll be waking up my
baby.

Watching her eyes open up.

The two eyes that are like souvenirs of
a picnic time sky.

Almost out of gas.

I'm clean out of money.

Wait now, let me think for a minute.

Well, we're not too far from Baltimore.

That's where Stella lives.

She wouldn't dare refuse me.

Oh, she'll flutter and clock about for a
while, but she's too scared not to lay

us a nice...

golden age.

Yes, that's just what we'll do.

We'll go to see Stella on the very last
day of her month.

Probably sleeping.

Well, she don't have much for a thing.

Spinster woman.

Yes?

Who is it?

It's me, honey.

Open the door quick.

Amy? Stella, do you hear me?

Open up this door.

Open it at once.

Amy, you better go away.

The police are looking for you all over.

Your name's in all the papers.

You open this up before I break this
door down and get my hands on you

Do you hear me, Stella?

Stella!

How dare you keep me waiting?

Stop that staring.

Haven't you ever seen a baby before?

Well, don't just stand there glued to
the carpet.

Put on some lights and let me see what
you've done with Mama's house.

Well?

Looks dead.

Just like you.

Oh.

Now you be a good little baby, and I'm
going to get you something to eat real

soon.

The little girl has to have some milk.

Do you have some vegetables you can mash
up?

You're forgetting your manners.

You could offer me a bourbon first.
Thank you very much.

Amy, please, you can't stay here.

No ice.

I don't take ice.

Remember...

I'm going to need some money, Stella.

Amy, why did you do it?

A little baby.

The car.

You do have an automobile, don't you?

Amy, please, don't ask me to help you.

I said, do you have an automobile?

No. Yes, I...

Do you know what day this is, Stella?

It's the last of March.

It's the last night of your month.

That was always an unlucky night for
you, wasn't it?

Do you remember? It was the last night
of March.

Oh, how long ago.

You were invited to Paul Frederick's
party.

Not me.

No.

Because you told him I had fits.

So I wasn't invited.

You remember that, Stella?

Maybe I didn't. I never did.

I was pretty.

And I could dance.

I could dance better than you.

Yes.

And I was so much in love with Paul
Fredericks.

And he was in love with me.

Yes. Yes, he loved me.

Until you told him I had fits.

Amy, I didn't. I never said that to him.

Doesn't Stella look lovely in her new
lovely white

party dress?

Mama said, isn't she adorable?

Doesn't she just look scrumptious, Mama
said.

Careful, darling.

Don't flounce around in front of the
fireplace like that.

That white net is highly inflammable.

Oh, how lovely Stella looks.

In her miles and miles of white,

inflammable death.

No! No!

No! No!

No!

No! No! No!

Stop that crying.

You're going to scare Catherine half to
death.

Now, why don't you run out in the
kitchen and get Catherine and me some

Well, Catherine?

Well, what do you think, Catherine?

You don't think it makes me... look too
hard, do you?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Yes, this is Mr. Wilcox.

Yes?

Who's this calling, please?

I just want to relieve your mind.

I've seen your baby, and she's well and
unharmed.

Um, won't you please tell me what your
name is?

I've taken so many phone calls, I don't
know what to believe anymore.

Won't you please tell me your name?

I can't.

I'm scared.

Catherine is very susceptible to colds.

Is she warmly dressed?

Is she coughing?

Don't you worry.

You just tell your wife there's nothing
to fret about.

We're having a warm spell down here.

Down here? Where are you?

I just want to relieve your mind.

I've seen your baby.

She's well and unharmed.

On the basis of this, you want to
institute a three -state search for a

-distance call? What makes this voice
any different from the others that came

over the Wilcox phone?

Listen to this, Art. It's Mrs. Thet.

Not that I consider myself sick, Doctor,
but it would relieve my mind some if

you could just tell me that I don't have
anything to fret about.

Woman on the phone.

Please don't worry.

You just tell your wife there's nothing
to fret about. We're having a warm spell

down here.

This is just a... Mama was delighted.

We were having a warm spell that spring,
and Mama, she just blossomed in the

warm weather.

Could almost be the same voice.

Not the same.

They're similar enough to assume they
belong to people with the same

geographical background.

Possibly even the same family
background.

Possibly even sisters.

It's hard to pinpoint the exact origin.
There's a... Blend of influences in both

cases, as though they moved around a lot
as children.

How do you narrow it down to one of
three states?

Well, the voice on the phone referred to
where she was as down here.

Oh, so you called the weather bureau and
found out what three southern states

were having a warm spell? Virginia,
Maryland, North Carolina.

All right. Go ahead, Lewis.

We'll be there tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

I'll have my own little Catherine back.

And you, Catherine, little Miss Wilcox,
you'll start on that

long sleep of the angels.

But you see, I need my own baby so bad.

So very bad.

Yes, it could have been a payphone. All
right.

What about... We're hoping it was a
person -to -person call placed with an

operator. Should I try east of there?

All right, thank you. Do they understand
the urgency, Doc?

Okay, thanks.

Another 24 hours gone.

Ripken. All right, thank you.

Still nothing?

I thought you were asleep.

I am.

Ripken.

What was that name again?

Wainwright.

Thank you.

Is that it?

Stella Wainwright, 201 North Jefferson
Way, Baltimore, Maryland.

I've told you, sir. I've told you twice
now.

I saw this little baby in the park.

And she looked exactly like the little
kidnapped child.

I mean, she looked exactly like the
pictures of the little kidnapped child

they show on television.

And I just felt so sorry for the parents
that I just had to call and let them

know that she was alive.

That's all. I'm sorry.

May I ask why you didn't identify
yourself on the phone?

Because I didn't want to be annoyed with
questions.

But it seems I'm being annoyed anyway.

Swainwright, what is your sister's
married name?

Is it a defect?

Please don't make me talk about her.

She'll come back.

My life won't be worth anything.

You saw her.

She had Catherine Wilcox with her.

She was alive and well, as you told Mr.
Wilcox.

You don't know my sister.

She'll find some way to get back at me.

Miss Wainwright, you called the babies
home because you wanted to reassure her

parents.

You cared enough to do that.

Don't stop now.

That baby's life may depend on what you
tell us.

We don't need that tatty old wig
anymore.

Because we're home, honey.

We're back where my Catherine is.

I wonder if anybody will recognize me.

Been years.

Except I didn't have many friends here.

And I have changed.

Anyway, that old wig hurt my head.

I just don't care if anybody recognizes
me. I won't think about it.

Yes, we got so many things to do before
we get my cat.

First, we'll have something to eat.

Yes, I know.

I know.

You're hungry and you're tired.

And the world's such a terrible place.

But everything's going to be all right.
You'll see.

Please, I've told you, I don't know
where she went.

All I know is that she did say several
times that she had to be somewhere by

2nd of April.

Okay, it's today.

Now, Miss Wainwright, are there any
other identifying features about your

Well, I told you about the fact that...
The right side of the car is dented.

Yes, I told him that.

Well, that's all, I guess.

Thank you.

That's it. What about your sister's
husband?

I don't know. I never met him.

Are there any other relatives? Okay.

No. Oh, well, yes.

I mean, there were.

She had a baby daughter.

I got this announcement right after the
baby girl was born.

Named Catherine, of course.

Catherine? Oh, yes, that was always her
favorite name.

According to this, she'd be about ten
now.

Well, I reckon she would be if she
lived.

But then I got this announcement a few
months later.

It's a death announcement.

Where were these mailed from?

This is Charlotte, North Carolina.

Miss Wainwright.

Is your sister in the habit of visiting
her daughter's grave on the anniversary

of her death?

Mr. Erskine, I don't know anything about
my sister's habits, except that she is

wicked and cruel.

Thank you, Miss Wainwright.

Mr. Erskine, I do hope that that baby
girl will be safe.

Good day, ma 'am.

That death announcement seems to have
some significance to you.

Do you have a date on it?

No. April 2nd.

The grave site.

We can fly to Charlotte in less than an
hour.

There now.

Just the way my own little captain used
to be.

Come on now.

Up, said Daisy.

Ah.

Ah.

It's just the same now when I come to
wake her up as it was when I left her.

Same hour.

Four o 'clock on a sunny afternoon.

Hewitt Woods, Inspector.

Hewitt, this is Jim Rhodes. How do you
do? Hewitt, do you have the information

called you about? Yes, sir. We went
through the records at City Hall and

one death certificate for a Doucette.

A Mr. Henry Doucette.

No Catherine, huh? No, sir.

All right, let's try the undertakers and
lead the police to help us cover the

local cemeteries.

None of the West Side establishments
list a burial record of a Catherine

Doucette.

Nothing here either.

How about the cemeteries? No one
answering Mrs. Doucette's description.

What do we do now?

Try to figure out where our thinking
went wrong.

in whom we trust that he will yet
deliver us.

For the Lord is my shepherd.

I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green
pastures.

He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul.

He leadeth me in paths of righteousness
for his namesake.

though I walk through the valley of the
shadow of death, I will fear no evil.

My daddy used to say, we mortals crawl
from the darkness,

through the darkness, and into the
darkness.

Isn't that a sad thought?

But we mustn't be sad today.

This is a happy day.

Surely goodness, mercy...

Shall follow me all the days of my life.

and 4772.

Three to control.

Coming three.

Doucette car spotted.

Sacred Soul Cemetery, three miles north
of Charlotte on City Highway 321.

Anything? Nothing. I think I better
report in. All right.

Ben?

Are you sorry, the woman? Not yet. We've
been checking the cemetery. I was just

about to report in.

I just thought someone would go off that
way.

Look, we've only a short way to go.

Just a few more steps.

Thank you.

Katherine. Katherine.

Tanya?

I came back to get Catherine.

Look, her eyes are open.

Sit down.

You got her for me, remember?

When Mama brought Stella home from the
hospital, you brought Catherine for me

be my very own.

Daddy, why do you need another little
girl?

Is she prettier than I?

Am I uglier than her?

You hate me now.

Doctor says he's as healthy as ever, no
bad effects at all. She even gained half

an ounce.

Apparently Mrs. Doucette was as careful
with Catherine as she would have been

with her own child.

Their thoughts have been so confusing.
Did she have one of her own?

She went through the ritual of sending
out birth and death announcements, but

apparently there never was a baby.

What's going to happen to her?

It's in the hands of the United States
Attorney now.

But so obviously not responsible.

The law makes distinction in these
cases, Mrs. Wilcox.

If she's found to have been legally
insane at the time of the kidnapping,

be confined to an institution.

Mr. Erskine, bless you.

Bless you both.