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("Alfred Hitchcock" theme music)

- Good evening.

The prevalence of mashes in our streets

and parks has brought about this charming device.

It looks like a ladies compact,

but it is really much more than that.

When milady is accosted by some undesirable party

she simply takes this out, as though to powder her nose.

However, when she opens it...

(air hissing)

before you can say "Jack the Ripper" a cloud

of tear gas is sprayed in the villain's face.

Perhaps this lacks some of the excitement

that went with wielding the old-fashion hat pin,

but it is most effective.

Furthermore, it actually contained a mirror and powder

so that you could freshen up before the police arrive.

That's odd, I should be weeping by now.

No wonder, it wasn't tear gas after all.

This one uses mustard gas.

While we wait for developments,

you may pass the time by watching tonight's narrative.

It is about a young woman named Helen Clarvoe,

who is the object of some mysterious threats.

But first we have another device which can bring tears

to the eyes of the more fastidious, a television commercial.

- Yes.

Yes, of course I know who this is.

Dorothy, stop bothering me!

Yes, Dorothy.

Please leave me alone.

Now what would compel you to say a thing like that?

That's not true, you know better than that!

Yes, of course I received it.

It was waiting for me when I got in.

Yes, I read it.

Yes.

Yes.

Listen, Dorothy, don't threaten me, please.

Hello?

Hello?

(tense music)

- You certainly should have called me long before this.

- Probably, I just didn't think it was very serious

until she phoned today and started to threaten me.

- What time did she call?

- A little after I got in from the office.

I couldn't hear anything on the other end of the phone

for a while, and then I could hear her breathing.

And then she said, "Hello, Helen?

"Do you know who this is?"

Of course I knew who it was.

Dorothy has been cultivating that accent

until it's as sweet as that sugar there.

- Wanna try one, fast energy?

- No, thank you.

She said that she read that article about by father dying

and my gaining all of the inheritance.

If I didn't share it with her

something bad was gonna happen to me.

I don't know how she got a hold of my private phone number.

I'm gonna change it though first thing in the morning.

And oh, there's the letter.

- Dear Helen, had a dream about you last night.

You were dying-- - Paul,

I've read it, many times.

Oh, came in this envelope? - Yep!

- Jack Terola, Photographer.

- Well, Dorothy used to model when we were in high school.

My father always thought she was pretty enough

to have been a professional model.

I don't know whether she ever did anything about that.

She may have though, she was rather unpredictable.

- In what way?

- Her behavior was always unexpected,

very erratic, almost psychotic.

Like that nursery rhyme.

You know the one with schizophrenic on the line,

"When she was good, she was very good.

"And when she was bad, she was horrid."

She had an undercurrent of violence.

Always had fits of rage.

The last time I saw her she was in a rage.

- When was that?

- You remember that she was gonna marry my brother, Douglas?

- Oh, yes, what happened there?

- I never really wanted to go into it before,

but the date was all set and then a day before the wedding

I discovered that she had taken

what amounted to a great deal of money from my family.

So I told my father and I told Douglas.

Of course she denied it.

She said that I lied and she screamed

and yelled and she threw things.

She picked up a letter opener,

I could have sworn she was going to stab me.

And then she did this entire reversal in her behavior.

She broke down and she cried.

It's really very interesting.

I told a friend of mine about it at the time,

a psychiatrist, she said that she had all

of the symptoms of of a real psychosis.

- (coughs) Excuse me.

And you want me to find her?

- Well, yes.

- I think it's a good idea,

I think somebody should speak to her.

She should be warned.

- I don't want to open up a whole thing with the police.

I just want you to find her and tell her to leave me alone.

I have an old address on her.

I don't know whether she'd still be living there or not.

- I'll take it and check.

I might find a forwarding address or something.

Oh and while you're at it, put down the number

of your private phone, will ya?

I wouldn't have it changed if I were you.

Just don't answer it, and if I want you I'll ring once

and hang up and then I'll ring again.

First thing tomorrow morning

I'll go down to Terola's studio.

See if I can find if there's some connection

between him and Dorothy Johnson.

Then I'll check this old address

and I'll call you right after.

All right? - All right.

Thank you, goodnight. - Goodnight.

- How's the wife?

- Oh, she's as sassy as ever!

- And the kids?

- They're all three down with the mumps.

Oh boy, I don't know, I don't think I should be here,

it may be contagious.

- It's all right, I've had them.

Send them my love. - Good, I will.

Goodnight.

Are you gonna be all right? - Oh, yes.

- Don't worry, I'll find her.

Everything will be taken care of.

- Thank you, Paul.

- Oh, and keep the chain on the door.

- Okay, goodnight. - Goodnight.

(eerie music)

- That is nice, that is nice!

In fact that is perfect!

Just one little tiny adjustment.

Just let me know when it's (grunting)...

oh, is that nice!

Okay, now let's try one, baby.

Wanna try one?

Let's try another one, you just hold there.

Let me get ready, don't lose it!

Don't lose it, keep what ya got going for ya.

That's it, oh that's nice.

Now watch the cat, look at me, baby.

Look at me, now lower your shoulder just a little bit.

Look the other way, oh that's nice.

Hold it, hold it!

Oh, that ones lovely!

(doorbell buzzing loudly)

Tommy, will you get that?

Tommy, will you get that!

Okay, let's try one more, you wanna try one more?

One more nice one, come on.

- Mr. Terola? - No.

- [Jack] Tell whoever it is I'm busy right now.

- He's busy right now, want to wait?

- [Jack] Ask him if he wants to wait.

- I'll wait.

- How about some coffee?

- [Jack] - No, thanks.e coffee.

- Okay, baby, relax now.

I think we got it.

You ready, Tommy? - Yeah.

- All right, you're next right after coffee.

- Well, offer me coffee!

- How about some coffee, Robin?

- What's this coffee routine?

If she wants some coffee, I'll offer her a coffee.

Faster, baby, faster.

- You go and I'll get there in the spring, won't we Snow?

- Now, Mr. Terola, I'm Paul Blackshear.

- Oh yeah, you're a good type!

Have you got any pictures?

- I'm a lawyer. - Oh, I'm sorry.

- I'd like to ask ya a couple of questions if it's okay.

- Come on, Robin, come on.

- You've heard of the tortoise and the hare?

- Yeah, that's okay.

- Do you know a Dorothy Johnson?

- Boing! - Dorothy Johnson?

- Obviously I've rung a bell.

- Is she a friend of yours?

- I don't know her, I'm just trying to find her.

- Well if you do find her will you tell Miss Johnson

to leave me alone?

- Whew, plum tuckered out.

Hi. - Hi, how are ya?

- Robin Rath. - Paul Blackshear.

- And this is Snow. - Hello, Snow.

- Tommy Thompson, here. - Hi.

- If someone would unpin me I'd get out of the merchandise.

- You mean me? - Mm hmm.

- Oh, here, I'll do it.

Just turn around.

- Do you know where I can find this Dorothy Johnson?

- Well, I know where she outta be, on the funny farm!

She came in here first, last Wednesday, right?

- Right, ow! - Oh, I'm sorry!

- I mean she didn't the bell, she barged right in here

and she demanded that I take her picture.

So I told her she'd have to wait.

Then the next thing I know she had her lipstick out

and she was drawing all over the wall!

- Really? - So I yelled at her.

And then she started throwing things.

She threw a pot, there was dirt everywhere.

She may have broken my second and third toe,

I don't know I haven't had the chance

to go to the doctor yet.

Hey, by the way, if you find her and I decide to sue,

will you handle my case?

- You didn't happen to take her picture, did ya?

- I did not, I certainly did not!

I told her that in the first place

she didn't have enough money to get me to photograph her

and then she said oh no, she knew somebody very rich

who was gonna give her all the money she wanted.

So she wouldn't leave.

So finally I told her I was gonna call the police.

And then, for no reason at all, she goes over to my desk

and she starts taking my stationary out

and stuffing it in her purse.

So I just chased her out.

- With a broom and shaking his fists.

- Hey, where was I?

- You went for pizza or something.

You know how you are.

- Oh, and then the phone calls started.

The phone would ring, I'd pick it up, "Hello?"

There'd be nobody there, hang up.

Phone would ring again, I'd pick it up, "Hello?"

Nobody there, I'd hang up.

This went on, I can't tell ya how many times.

And finally, the phone rang and I picked it up, "Hello?"

And then this voice, "Hello, Mr. Terola, you are,"

and then she began with the most unbelievable series

of names that you ever heard in your life.

Then, to top it all off, she threatens to come back

just as soon as she gets enough money.

Now if you find this girl, will you tell her to stop calling

and to leave me alone? - Absolutely!

Say, do you mind if I use your phone before I go?

- Well, is it a local call?

- You can be sure it is.

- Well, yeah, go ahead.

Come on, Tommy, we gotta get to work!

- Okay, off to the islands!

(phone ringing)

(phone ringing)

- Paul? - Yes.

How are you? - Where are you?

- Still at Terola's studio.

- Did you find out anything?

Do you know where she is?

- No, any calls?

There was one.

Rang about a half an hour, I didn't answer it though.

(tense music)

Paul, somebody's...

- What is it, Helen?

- slipped something under my door.

I was lying down, just a moment, let me open it up.

(tense music)

(paper crunching)

(tense music)

- Helen, what is it?

- It's a drawing.

Paul, it's a bad drawing of me, dead.

Who is there? - Helen, what is it?

- There's someone outside my door.

Somebody standing there.

Who's there?

Hello? - Don't let them in, Helen.

- Paul, it's Dorothy.

- Don't let her in.

- Go away, Dorothy!

Leave me alone!

- [Dorothy] I don't want to go away, Helen.

I came clear over here to visit you.

Now you let me in!

I want to visit, let me in!

(tense music)

(tense music)

- Helen Clarvoe is a liar!

I have not been phoning her at the Vicente Hotel.

And I have not been pussy footing it around there!

She has always hated me with such a vengeance!

Doesn't she have anything better to do

than to sit around weaving webs and making up lies?

Have you got a cigarette?

My Mama don't keep any around.

You know what Helen's label is?

Spoiled rich!

I wish I did have her money.

Spoiled rich!

- Have you ever heard of Jack Terola?

- Why, has he ever heard of me?

- He said you were in his studio last Wednesday.

- And?

- And have been phoning him ever since.

- It's the last one.

I'm sorry I can't offer you any,

but hair of the dog, know what I mean?

Bow wow, ruff ruff, Mr. Blacksheep.

- Blackshear.

- I know.

Jack Terola is a very good photographer

and I did phone him several years ago.

I wanted him to take my wedding picture,

but I never phoned him back 'cause there was nothing

to take a picture of thanks to Helen.

Would you like to see something Mr. Baa Baa Blacksheep?

Zip!

You know this thing cost my mama almost four months salary?

Turned her hair gray.

Some mornings I just put it on for the fun of it.

Stumble around.

Helen Clarvoe is the reason why this dress

never walked down the isle with me in it.

She couldn't stand it,

that I was gonna be Mrs. Douglas Clarvoe!

So she went to work, lady spotter that she is,

and she manufactured a lie that killed his love.

Though I could have been caught with another man,

Douglas would have forgiven me that.

But the fact that I stole money,

oh money is so important to those Clarvoes!

I hate Helen Clarvoe and I hate her mother

and I hate her brother!

I liked their father 'cause he was always nice to me.

That added fuel to the fire, let me tell you.

I'm not feeling very well this morning, Mr. Blacksheep.

I have what is commonly known as a hangover.

And all of these questions, these lies

with the question marks at the end of them,

are making my head hurt awful.

I just don't wanna talk about it anymore.

- There won't be any trouble, Miss Johnson,

if you'll just leave my client alone.

(laughing)

Oh there won't? - No.

- You get outta here, Mr. Blacksheep,

Before I lose my temper!

And you tell Helen Clarvoe she better stop telling them lies

about me or I'll give her something to lie about!

You hear me?

Get out!

(door slamming)

(eerie music)

(tense music)

(doorbell buzzing)

- Margie!

It's all right Margie, come on in, Paul.

- Good afternoon, thank you, Margie.

- Bring us some ice, dear.

- Well, how are ya? - Fine.

- Helen here? - Not yet.

But I've never known that girl to be on time.

Can't depend on cads like she does and ever be on time.

Did you see the Johnson girls mother?

- Yes I did and I also saw the Johnson girl.

- You found her?

How clever!

I hope you made it very clear to her

that she is to leave Helen alone.

- I made it very clear.

- It's out of the question, that kind of behavior!

- She denied everything.

- Of course she denied everything.

- I think Helen may be right, the girl is disturbed.

- I could have told you that

when she spent the weekends here as Helen's guest,

when Douglas started courting her.

I did tell Douglas' father, but he said it was all

in my imagination, that she was a good girl.

How's the Johnson girl looking?

- Not well.

- I always said that wouldn't last.

Beauty is only skin deep.

Pretty is as pretty does.

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Wait a minute till I put you on the speaker.

It's Helen.

You're late!

- [Helen] I'm sorry, I feel asleep reading Balzac.

Is Paul there yet? - Hello!

You know, I don't think I've spoken on the phone

without speaking on the phone before.

- I just got it the other day!

- I saw Dorothy Johnson, Helen.

I went to that old address you gave me

and there was a forwarding address downtown,

then another one out to the beach,

and then another one back into town,

and I eventually found her.

She's living with her mother.

- [Helen] What did she have to say?

- She denied everything.

She said that you're lying.

- To be expected, wasn't it?

- I can't be sure that I really got through to her.

She was paralyzed with a hangover.

She was unpleasant, hysterical, ordered me out of the house.

- Just put it on the bar, we'll make our own.

- [Helen] What?

- I was talking to Margie, dear.

If you hurry you'll have time for a drink.

- [Helen] Are you gonna stay for dinner, Paul?

- [Mrs. Clarvoe] Of course he is.

- Well I'm gonna have to if you hang me up here much longer.

- Well, I'll just have to put on my shoes

and I'll get a cab.

I'll be right over, bye.

- [Mrs. Clarvoe] Bye!

Ding! Busted! - What's the matter?

- Turn your head, Paul, I'm about to cheat.

Go make us a drink.

- The usual?

- Look what I've done!

I've won again!

Three in a row!

(phone ringing)

- How did you manage to do that?

- Hello?

Hello?

- [Dorothy] Mrs. Clarvoe?

This is Dorothy Johnson.

Remember me? - What do you want?

- [Dorothy] You've been talking

to lovely Helen, haven't you?

I tried to phone you both but your lines were busy.

Now, Helen's not in her room, I just wanted to tell Helen,

and you can tell her for me.

I don't appreciate you sending

your lawyer around asking me questions!

Helen tells terrible lies, Mrs. Clarvoe!

If it don't stop, she's gonna be sorry.

Now you tell her that, you hear me?

- I hear you.

- [Dorothy] Tell her I had another dream about her.

Tell her-- - What do you want?

- Well, we could start with money.

tell her I want my picture made, say $343.

The amount Helen said I stole from Mr. Clarvoe's wallet

that just happened to lying on the table in the den.

That was a lie, Mrs. Clarvoe!

I hate Helen for telling that lie.

You tell her, I hate her and that I intend

to make her pay for what she did!

(phone clicking) (dramatic music)

- Hello?

Hello?

(dramatic music)

(tense music)

- Helen!

I want to talk to you!

- Go on!

- Helen, I have to talk to you!

- Go on! - Lady, I can't go!

That's a stop light!

- Helen!

(dramatic music)

- [Jack] That is wrong!

That is the third time you've been absolutely wrong.

Now, try to get it right!

- Now look, I've got it right here.

Two cheeseburgers with everything, an order of fries,

beer, and a kosher pickle, right?

- Right, now that is right!

- You're making an awful lot of noise, Tommy.

- Are you coming with me?

- I'm going with Tommy, Jack.

- [Jack] You need two people

to carry two cheeseburgers with everything--

- We'll be back in about half an hour.

- Last one to Dilly's is a rotten egg!

- Maybe I should have gone along to carry the french fries.

Never heard of such a thing in my entire life.

Two people.

(door opening)

Did ya forget something?

(door closing)

Did you forget part of the order?

(footsteps approaching)

Robin, is that you?

Who is it?

- It's Dorothy Johnson.

- It's who?

- Dorothy Johnson.

I have the money now, Mr. Terola.

- Now look, Miss Johnson, I'm not gonna take your picture.

Will you please just be a good girl

and go away before I call the police?

(door opening)

What's the matter with you, can't you read?

Get out of here!

Will ya get out--

(gunshots blasting) (dramatic music)

(clattering)

(dramatic music)

- A few of our viewers wrote in telling us

that they feel the station break is the high point

of the evening.

We shall now hear from one of those viewers.

(eerie music)

- Here you are.

- That's all right, I've got it.

It only takes 30, 40 minutes, Paul, to get here,

even in the five o'clock traffic.

Helen's always late but she's never this late.

- Well let's give her another 15 minutes.

She may have stopped to get you a bouquet

of flowers, who knows.

- Helen's never brought me flowers in her life.

- I'll tell you what, I think I better phone Molly,

tell her I'm gonna be even later and see how the kids are.

- Use the phone in the hall.

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Yes, yes.

- [Dorothy] Into the park, she thought she could lose me

in the park, in the trees.

But Helen's forgotten how clever I am

at playing hide and seek.

There I was, just waiting for her cool as a cucumber

on the other side at the end of the path.

You should have seen her ugly face when she saw me.

- Where is Helen?

- [Dorothy] Is that you, Mr. Blackshear?

- Yes, where is she?

- [Dorothy] Would you care to repeat

that question again please?

- Where is she?

- [Dorothy] That's the third time you've asked me

that question (laughs).

You know, she's not as bright

as you thinks she is, Mrs. Clarvoe.

- Where are you, Dorothy?

- [Dorothy] Not as bright as you've

always bragged her to be.

- She had almost $200 in her purse.

Now I don't call that smart.

But that still wasn't enough to have my picture taken.

I gave every penny of it to Mr. Terola.

He wanted to know if I could read.

Of course I can read.

And I can add and subtract and multiply and divide.

Two times two is four.

Four times four is 16.

16 times 16-- (phone clicking)

- Paul!

- I'm going to phone Terola's studio

and see what I can find out.

- I'll use the hall phone and try the hotel again.

- Right.

(phone ringing)

- [Operator] Terola's Studio.

- Hello, is Mr. Terola there?

- [Operator] This is the answering service, Mr. Terola is

in the dark room and has asked not to be disturbed.

May I take a message?

- Nevermind.

I'm going over there.

(laughing)

- Here's your dinner, Jackie! - Here's your dinner, Jackie!

- Stop it! - Stop it!

- Robin! - Robin!

- Hey, something's burning. - Hey, something's burning.

- Stop it, no fooling.

The coffee pot.

Bone dry!

Hey Terloa!

Coffee boiled is coffee spoiled!

- Come on, we're not waiting.

- Yeah, we're gonna eat.

- What is it?

- It's a twenty dollar bill.

- What's that? - It's blood.

Hey, Jack? - Jack?

- Hey, Jack?

(tense music)

(dramatic music)

(screaming) (glass shattering)

(tense music)

- [Paul] What's going on?

- Where are you going?

- I'm going up to Terola's studio, to see Jack Terola.

What's happened?

- Take him upstairs.

(crowd murmuring)

- How long were you away from the studio?

- It wasn't very long, I don't know how long was it?

- 15 or 20 minutes.

- There's the man who was asking for him.

- What's happened?

- Your name, please? - Paul Blackshear.

- I told you it was something like that.

- You have business here Mr. Blackshear?

- Yes, I want to see Jack Terola.

- I'm afraid that's impossible.

Jack Terola is dead. - What?

- You know anything about this?

- No.

- Shot through the heart about two hours ago.

You were here this morning, Mr. Blackshear,

asking about a woman named Dorothy Johnson.

- That's right. - You know where she is?

- I'm trying to find her.

I have a client named Helen Clarvoe.

She was threatened by this Johnson woman.

- Like Terola. - And Helen is missing.

- What? - That's right,

she was supposed to show up at her mother apartment

this afternoon and never made it, just disappeared.

However, the Johnson woman phoned there,

said she had seen Helen and had evidently taken some money

from her or something like that.

That's about all she said except for the fact

that she said she had been here to the Terola Studio again.

- She killed him?

- I don't know what to make of it,

but I thought the best thing would be to come here.

- Now obviously, my client is in great danger.

- Where does she live?

- At the Vicente Hotel.

- Call her and see if she's in.

- I called just before I came down here.

- Call again. - I'll tell what,

I'll try the hotel desk, maybe they've heard from her.

(phone ringing)

- Front Desk.

- No, no, Mr. Blackshear, Miss Clarvoe has not returned.

Well, I certainly will take a message.

No, I have it, sir.

Well yes, I understand that it's urgent.

I will, sir.

Goodbye.

- Oh, Miss Clarvoe.

I have several messages for you.

Your mother called three times

and she wants you to phone her immediately.

You're lawyer called four times and says it's urgent

that you reach him at this number.

- Thank you very much. - You're welcome, Miss.

(tense music)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

- [Dorothy] Mrs. Clarvoe?

- Yes. - You know who this is?

- Yes. - Guess where I am.

You guess. - I don't know.

- [Dorothy] I'm with your brilliant, ugly daughter, Helen,

at her hotel, room 425.

- Let me talk to Helen.

- [Dorothy] Helen has something to say to you Mrs. Clarvoe.

Something she should have said a long time ago.

Helen, this is your mama on the phone, I dialed for you.

Now you come on, you tell her what you told me here.

Now you talk!

- Mother? - Helen!

- [Helen] Mother, Dorothy didn't steal that money

from father's wallet, I lied about that.

I couldn't stand for her to marry Douglas.

I hated her because Daddy loved her better than me.

I stole that money and I put it in her purse.

Can you forgive me, mama?

Mama, she's got a gun.

- [Dorothy] Did you hear that, Mrs. Clarvoe?

Ain't she a bad girl to tell such terrible lies.

Terrible, terrible lies!

You can't forgive her for that.

- Yes?

Yes, Mrs. Clarvoe.

Yes, yes.

Dorothy Johnson has Helen

at the Vicente Hotel and she's got a gun.

- Let's go!

(dramatic music)

(tires squealing) (dramatic music)

- Helen?

Helen?

- [Dorothy] I'm sorry, Helen's busy.

She can't see anyone right now.

She has a visitor.

- Miss Johnson, this is Paul Blackshear.

- [Dorothy] Please go away and leave us alone.

This is none of your business.

That's not your beau, is it Helen?

I didn't know anyone that cute would ever pay any attention

to anyone as ugly as you.

Now you just stay right there, you're not going anywhere.

You're a bad girl, Helen.

- Open up, Miss Johnson.

This is the police!

(gunshot blasting)

Get back, get those people back!

- Helen! - Leave us alone!

- [Helen] Paul, go away please.

- [Dorothy] It's all your fault!

You've always been jealous of me!

- [Helen] Paul, she killed Terola.

- [Dorothy] Shut up!!

Wouldn't take my picture, I wasn't pretty enough.

Terola's just a shadow now.

- Miss Johnson-- (gunshot blasting)

- [Dorothy] Leave us alone!

Tell them to leave us alone or I'll kill you!

Tell them, leave us alone!

- Please, I called the hospital if

that's any help Mr.--.

- Who is this? - This is Dorothy Johnson.

- What? - She is in there, alone.

- [Paul] Alone.

- I came up in the elevator with her and I wanted to talk

to her and then she took out that gun and she told me

to wait at the end of the hall.

She went inside and locked the door.

And then I heard my voice.

Her using my voice.

I don't understand.

- Some sort of split personality.

- Yes. - But my voice?

- It's possible in rare cases of schizophrenia,

where people who imitate other voices.

- Particularly the voice of someone

that they always wanted to be.

- Poor Helen.

All this time you thought I was calling her,

but it was herself.

- Who is that out there?

- Helen?

- Who is that out there?

- [Paul] It's Paul.

(tense music)

- Who? - Paul.

(tense music)

- Paul, help me.

- Open the door Helen. - I can't.

- She has a gun, she may hurt me.

She told me to stand still.

- [Paul] Fight back, Helen.

Stand up to her.

(tense music)

- Don't listen to them.

Tell them to go away.

- Go away.

- Miss Clarvoe?

Who are you?

I don't know you!

- Let me talk to her.

Helen? - Paul?

- Yes, Helen listen to me.

Dorothy Johnson is out here with me.

You understand?

Dorothy Johnson is out here in the hall.

(laughing)

- How can I be out there when I'm in here?

You're boyfriend is so silly, Helen.

- [Paul] You are not Dorothy, you're Helen.

- You're boyfriend is crazy, Helen.

He'd have to be, to like you.

(laughing)

Don't say that!

Paul?

You like me, don't you?

- Yes, I like you very much, Helen.

- You see?

- Miss Johnson, say something to her.

- Helen?

Helen, guess who this is.

It's Dottie, Helen.

Dumb Dottie, you taught her how to multiply.

Two times two is four, four times four is 16.

- Dorothy?

Dottie?

I told a terrible lie.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, can you forgive me?

You can't forgive me, nobody can forgive me, never.

Never.

- I forgive you Helen.

I understand.

I forgive you, do you hear me?

I forgive you, please Helen, open that door!

Open the door for Dottie, Helen!

- All right.

All right, I'll open the door.

Where's Dorothy?

- Here I am.

(laughing)

- No, you're not Dorothy.

Dorothy's pretty, Dorothy Johnson was the prettiest girl

my Daddy ever saw.

He liked her hair in a ponytail.

See my ponytail?

- Helen. - No!

Don't call me that, I'm not her!

- Yes. - No!

I hate her!

I'm Dorothy.

(dramatic music)

I'm Dorothy.

Dottie, Dottie, Dottie.

Dorothy, leave me alone.

(tense music)

Shh, it's not your turn, Helen.

Just 'cause you're rich you think you can take extra turns.

Money doesn't buy everything, Helen.

Money can't buy you a pretty face

or pretty hair, like mine is.

Or pretty ears or pretty noses or toes's or roses.

Pretty is as pretty does, and look at you, Helen!

You're a mess!

(tense music)

- [Dorothy] Well, here we are!

- Don't they look beautiful!

- Oh, you really are lovely, Dorothy!

Well, thank you, sir.

Why don't you fix your hair like Dorothy fixes hers, Helen?

Doesn't it look nice?

- Daddy likes your ponytail.

- (giggles) It's nice.

- [Mr. Clarvoe] I wish she could be more like Dottie.

I wish she could be more like Dottie.

(giggles)

- Come on, Dorothy, concentrate.

Start again.

- Two times two is four, four times four is... (giggling)

- No doubt about it,

Dorothy Johnson could be a professional model.

Don't bother me now, Helen.

- I'm sorry Miss Johnson, I am very busy right now.

You'll just have to wait.

(tense music)

Hey!

(crashing)

- Helen, do you know who this is?

Of course I know who this is, Dorothy!

Helen, I need some money.

That was a lie Mrs. Clarvoe!

I hate Helen for telling that lie!

You tell her I hate her

and that I intend to make her pay for what she did!

Thought you could get away from me this time, didn't you?

- [Jack] Will ya just please be a good girl and go away?

- Two times two is...

(tense music)

I just want--

- [Jack] Will ya get out! (gunshot blasting)

- Is four.

I'm Dorothy.

(gunshot blasting)

Two times two is four.

So I can have my picture made.

(talking overlapping) (eerie music)

You lied, you deserve to die!

(gunshot blasting)

(thudding)

(tense music)

Go away!

She won't go away!

Make her go away!

She shot at me!

(tense music)

She shot at me! (tense music)

She shot at me! (tense music)

for you to see scenes from our next production.

They follow in a few moments.

Our new compacts have been taken off the market.

In the test areas, Los Angeles, Pittsburgh, and London,

the gas did not prove to be a deterrent.

In fact, the muggers, long accustomed to the atmosphere

in these cities regarded the gas as distinct improvement.

Perhaps next week when I return,

I shall have another device.

Until then, I'm sure that heaven will protect

the working girl.

("Funeral March of a Marionette")

(inspiring music)