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("Alfred Hitchcock" theme music)

- Good evening.

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All this has nothing to do with tonight's story,

One of the Family,

which begins after the following commercial

and that is one minute of reality I intend to miss.

(suspenseful music)

(mysterious music)

- Mrs. Dailey?

- Yes.

Well, you must be Frieda.

How do you do?

Come in, please.

- Thank you.

- Where's Mr. Dailey?

Didn't he meet you at the bus depot?

- No.

- Isn't that funny.

He left ages ago.

I'm surprised he missed you.

- There were plenty of taxis.

- I guess you'd like to see your room.

It's back here.

- No, thank you.

First, the baby.

I want more to see him.

- He's asleep right now,

but you can take a peak in a minute.

This way.

Here we are.

I hope you'll find it comfortable.

- It's very nice, everything.

- Your bathroom is over there.

- And real flowers.

Makes the room so (woman speaking in foreign language).

- And your own TV set.

Do you like to watch television?

- Not so much anymore.

They took off my program.

- What was that?

- Wrestling.

- Wrestling?

- The baby's in here?

May I please?

- Yes.

Yes, of course.

(baby whimpering)

Hey mister!

You're supposed to be asleep.

Yes, my darling.

- Such a beautiful baby.

Cookie!

(tongue clicks)

(woman giggles)

Even more beautiful than his papa.

For eight years I was like his mama to Mr. Dailey.

Mutti he called me.

- I know.

He's talked about you a lot.

What a wonderful nurse his mutti was.

I think we're going to agree with him.

- I am mutti my little Dexi.

(door slams)

- That must be Dex.

Dex, we're in the nursery!

- Hi.

- Hello sweetheart. - How did she get here?

- By cab.

I guess you missed her.

- Well I don't see how.

I was there when the Bakersfield bus came in

and watched every passenger get on.

- [Joyce] She's here with the baby.

- Mutti!

- How good to see you. - Mr. Dailey!

- I looked all over for you.

What happened?

- I looked for you too,

but I think maybe my bus was early.

- I did too, but I checked and there was

only one bus from Bakersfield this morning.

- You probably just didn't recognize each other.

(man chuckles)

- I'd recognize her anywhere.

She's just as I remember her.

You haven't changed a bit.

Still the same old mutti.

- I have changed.

Too much coffee cooken, you remember.

- Do I.

I haven't tasted anything like your cooken since.

They just don't take care of me like that anymore.

- Poor neglected Dexter.

- What do you think of our boy?

- He's a darling baby.

(woman speaking in foreign language)

- Snooklepuss, that's what you used to call me.

Hi Snooklepuss.

I guess if you can handle me,

you oughta be able to take care of him

for a couple of months by yourself.

- You are going away, both?

- Yeah.

If everything works out all right,

we're gonna take a trip to Europe.

- Of course, we wouldn't leave until you're all

settled in and organized.

- I'm sure that won't take long, Mrs. Dailey.

I'm so happy to have a little Dexi again!

- You don't know how happy we are

to have you with us, Frieda.

- Thank you.

- Made by mutti with tender loving care.

- Not for breakfast, please.

- She'll be hurt.

- [Dexter] Maybe later.

- You asked for it.

Anyway, she thinks you're too skinny.

He needs some meat on his bones.

- You mean flab.

There's a time when I could've

knocked off two of those without batting an eye.

Not anymore.

- [Joyce] Frieda, what have you got there?

- Little Dex's diapers.

I'm going to wash them.

- I thought I told you, we have a diaper service.

- Yes, but I canceled it.

It's a waste of money, Mrs. Dailey.

I always like to do it myself.

- Frieda, would you please let me decide what's

a waste of money?

Call the diaper service and ask them to come as usual.

- Yes ma'am.

- She's inclined to take a little too much on herself.

- She meant well.

After all sweetie, you can't have it both ways.

Either she takes over or she doesn't.

Besides, if she wants to save me money.

- Yes, but I think that's overdoing the old

country frugality bit, don't you?

- What's the matter hun?

Isn't it working with you two?

- It's fine.

No really Dex, she's wonderful, she really is.

The baby's crazy about her.

Though I wish she'd stop calling him Dexi.

Sounds like a girl or a riverboat gambler.

- It's not as bad as Junior.

Besides, she called me Dexi and it didn't

seem to do me any harm.

(woman sighs)

Say, how 'bout a night on the town?

We've got a built-in babysitter

worth her weight in gold, why not get our monies worth?

- Don't you think it's a little too soon?

- Isn't that why we hired Frieda?

- You got a date.

- Good.

- What time will you be home?

- I'll try to get away early.

Why don't you plan to be ready about six?

- Okay.

- [Radio] Stay tuned for local news and weather.

Charges and counter charges were violently exchanged

at a city council meeting yesterday

over the proposed freeway route for West Los Angeles.

In San Francisco, violence of a different order

is suspected in connection with the

recent death of a six month old son

of Mr. and Mrs. George Callendar.

The discovery of a bottle containing an arsenic compound

has led to a demand for the exhumation of the infant's body.

In an interview with our reporter,

police captain Martin Drowman explained that

the child's nurse, an elderly woman of German origin

is being sought for questioning.

Meanwhile, the parents...

- What's with the radio?

- I turned it off.

- [Radio] And anyone having knowledge of the

person fitting this description should

get in touch with the local police.

Now for the weather.

Partly cloudy, clearing tomorrow morning with

temperatures in the high 70s.

- Excuse me, I thought that you had finished breakfast.

- That's all right.

Just one for the road.

He was tempted, but he didn't have time.

- We keep.

- Frieda, Mr. Dailey and I thought we'd

go out for dinner tonight.

Do you think you'll be all right?

- Yes, Mrs. Dailey.

Little Dex and I, we will be fine.

- Good.

(mysterious music) (baby crying)

(woman giggling)

- This is the way to live.

No babysitter to drive home, no four o'clock feeding.

That's just what I need to soak up some.

Boy, nothing like having a nurse around

to do everything for you.

Sure takes a sting out of being a parent.

- You are an unnatural father.

(baby crying)

Frieda, what is it?

- It's nothing, ma'am.

- Well why is he screaming like that?

- Little Dexi has a tummy ache, ma'am.

It's only a bad tummy ache, nothing else.

- Did you take his temperature?

- Ya.

He has a small fever, but with babies, that's nothing.

- What do you mean nothing?

I've never heard him scream like that before.

How long has he been like this?

- Only a little while.

- [Joyce] How long?

- After his bottle, he sleeps good and then he wakes up,

and he has a crumphy.

- [Joyce] A what?

- A pain in his stomach.

- I'm going to call the doctor.

- [Frieda] There's no need for the doctor.

It's not serious.

- I'm not asking for your advice, Frieda.

(mysterious music) (baby crying)

(women giggle)

Little stinker scared the pants off us last night

and now look at him.

- You haven't seen anything yet.

They know every trick in the book.

The object is to turn you prematurely gray.

(woman giggles)

Your favorite was to roll over on your stomach,

hold your breath until you were blue in the face.

- All right, let's not give him anymore ideas.

- Very neat dear.

- Please.

Thank you, Frieda.

Mother, this is Frieda.

Frieda, this is my mother, Mrs. Landon.

- Hello. - Ma'am.

- You were Mr. Dailey's nurse too, weren't you?

- Yes ma'am.

Excuse me.

Shall I take him out for his nap now, Mrs. Dailey?

- Please Frieda.

Frieda was the only one who didn't panic last night.

She said it was a crumphy and a crumphy it was.

- Excuse me.

- What on Earth is a crumphy?

- A German tummy ache and the doctor agreed with her,

wouldn't even come out to look at him,

so she sat up with the baby all night long.

- You seem to have acquired an absolute jewel, dear.

- I'm beginning to appreciate that.

- Mine's didn't get too bossy though.

- I think I nipped that in the butt.

- Good.

There's nothing worse than the overbearing ones.

They can get too possessive and end up hating you.

- No, no, not Frieda.

Last night, I was so panicked I nearly snapped her head off.

She took it like a lamb, sat up with the baby all night,

and when I told her you were coming this morning,

she made this tort.

- Very sweet.

No calories, of course.

(woman laughs)

It's delicious and a pure disaster.

Oh well.

Nine extra holes of golf should take care of it.

- Listen, Dexter says he's going to have to start

playing handball again.

Last night, he ate half a coffee cake she'd made for him.

She's really a menace.

- Well, if that's all you have to worry about,

you're in good shape.

Did you read about that other darling

German nanny up in San Francisco who fed the baby arsenic?

- Oh no, really?

What happened?

- The poor child died.

The police found the bottle behind

the dresser in the nurse's room.

Enough arsenic to kill a dozen babies.

- Oh no.

- I thought you had read about it, you know?

I was really relived when you told me

you had hired this Frieda woman.

I wasn't exactly looking forward

to babysitting with Junior.

Thought you and Dexter were gallivanting

around Europe for two months on a tax deductible trip.

- Mother, you read my mind.

- Hardly a feat to qualify us as a clairvoyant act, darling.

If you hadn't of asked me,

I'd have felt rejected, but I was relieved.

This is delicious.

I've got to stop.

I'll have to order a whole new fall wardrobe.

- Wait a minute now.

You didn't finish your story about

the nurse in San Francisco.

What was the name?

- Some fairytale name, Hansel and Gretel.

No, it was Gretchen.

That's it, Gretchen Royter.

- Did they catch her?

- No.

She seems to have disappeared,

but they're still looking for her.

Of course, they'll never catch her.

Those ridiculous descriptions, 60s, German accent.

- You know, that could be Frieda.

- Or a 1,000 other German nannies.

Darling, it was delicious, but I've got to run.

Give my luck to Dexter hun and if she gets too bossy,

I'll take her as a cook.

- You will, huh?

(woman giggles)

- Bye darling.

- Well, your tort certainly made a hit with my mother.

- I'm happy she liked my torte.

- Matter of fact, she liked it so much she'd

like to steal you away just to cook for her.

- I like to cook, but not to cook only.

A house with no babies, not for Frieda.

- That's a relief.

By the way Frieda, have you seen the morning paper?

I can't seem to find it.

- I used it to wrap up the garbage.

I thought you were finished.

- Oh well.

Mr. Dailey will bring one home tonight.

- I meant to ask you something Mrs. Dailey.

When Mr. Dailey was little,

I used to give him ground steak sometimes, you know,

raw, I scrape it good with a spoon.

What do you think for little Dex now too?

- I don't like to alter his diet without

asking Dr. Bolmont first,

but I'll check when he comes back from vacation.

Frieda, don't you think four months

is a little young for raw meat?

- It's very strengthening.

- Bet it is.

Why don't you ever listen to the radio, Frieda?

- I like a bit of quiet when I'm out here

so I can hear if Dexi cries.

- Yes, of course.

You're right.

Always on the job, Frieda.

That reminds me, I have to get your social security number

so that I can declare you.

- Declare me?

Why must you declare me?

- You make it sound like it's something terrible.

Actually, it's only a matter of form.

You know, if you let your social security lapse,

you won't be eligible for pensions and things like that.

It's for your own protection.

- I protect myself, Mrs. Dailey.

I save my money.

I ask help from nobody, not even the government.

- It's very admirable of you Frieda,

but it's a matter of law.

I have to declare you and pay half your taxes.

Would you bring me your card when

you're finished there, please?

- I have no card.

I never joined the social security.

- Didn't your previous employers tell you...

- They tell me, but I do nothing and they do nothing.

- Well I have to do something.

I don't wanna be put in the position

of breaking the law and I'm sure you don't either.

We'll have to get you a card.

Now, it's Frieda Schmidt, isn't it?

And your husband's name?

- Henry.

- Henry.

And what was the name of your last employer?

- Now look at this mess.

My last employer was Mrs. Mueller.

- Mueller.

M-U-E-L-L-E-R?

- M-U-E-L-L-E-R.

- [Joyce] And the first name?

- Frank.

Mr. and Mrs. Frank Mueller.

- And their address.

- [Frieda] Bakersfield.

- Could you be more specific, the name of the street?

- I'm not sure.

These American names, they are still very difficult for me.

- Come now Frieda, you must remember the name of the street.

What was the address?

- There is no street, just a big house near the highway.

(baby crying)

Will you excuse me, Mrs. Dailey.

Little Dexi wants his bottle and

we go out for a little walk.

- Just a minute, Frieda.

I seem to remember getting a Christmas card

from you from San Francisco.

Did you work there before going to Bakersfield?

- No ma'am.

I never worked in San Francisco.

(mysterious music)

- What are man's two greatest inventions?

- I'll buy them, both.

- The wheel and the martini.

The wheel get you to work and the

martini gets you through the day.

Say honey, about my trip to New York tomorrow, you coming?

I could stretch it through the weekend.

- No sail.

- Something wrong?

- Dex, did you get a reference on Frieda?

- A reference on Frieda?

It never occurred to me.

She's like one of the family.

What brought this on?

- I don't know.

I was asking her where she'd worked before she came here,

you know, for the social security thing.

- Yeah?

- She wouldn't tell me.

- What do you mean she wouldn't tell you?

- Said she couldn't remember the address.

- She couldn't?

There's a slight difference.

- Really?

You don't believe that one can forget

the address of a place where one worked and lived.

- That might depend on how long one worked and lived there

and how long ago.

- And you didn't think to ask anything like that

or the name of the people she worked for or how long?

- Right.

Right, I didn't ask because I didn't care.

Try that.

- An old German nurse you haven't heard from in 20 years

calls you from out of the blue and says

do you happen to need a nurse my incline snooklepuss

and snooklepuss can't wait to make her one of the family.

- What's this all about, Joyce?

- This.

Do you remember getting a Christmas card

from Frieda from San Francisco this year?

- Do I have to swear to it?

- Well I would.

Just look at this.

- I saw it at breakfast.

What about it?

- What do you mean what about it?

- This is why you're not going

to New York with me, isn't it?

- He's sick again ma'am.

Maybe you'd better come.

- [Alfred] All the strong, there is more to come.

Our second half follows this word from a distant station.

(baby crying)

- Here, let me just pull this up here.

Little tummy acting up again.

- He's never had any trouble like this before,

not twice in a few days.

- There's a virus going around.

I think that's what hit him the other day.

This could be just a flare up.

Shouldn't last more than another 24 hours.

- Why this all of a sudden?

He was perfectly healthy until a week ago.

- So were a lot of other babies and adults.

Plenty of liquids and keep him warm.

- Yes doctor.

- Mrs. Dailey, why don't you relax?

You have an excellent nurse.

- Thank you.

- Let her do the worrying.

- I'll try to do that.

(baby crying)

- Hello Dr. Brock.

How's the patient?

Nothing wrong with his lungs.

- I guess not, but this time tomorrow,

he's gonna be screaming for something to eat.

I'll be at the hospital all day tomorrow Mrs. Dailey.

You can leave any messages for me at my office.

- Thank you doctor.

- You bet.

- Hi honey.

- Hi.

- What's the trouble son?

Belly ache again?

Is that what it is?

Why don't you quit bugging your mother?

My bag packed honey?

- It's ready.

- We oughta be going soon.

- Dex, I don't like to leave him when he's like this.

- You just drive me to the airport.

- I know.

- I'll drive myself then.

Troublemaker.

Frieda, I'll be gone for a couple of days.

Look after them.

- Don't you worry, Mr. Dailey.

- I'll take him.

- No.

Just leave him there.

He may go to sleep.

Dex!

Honey, you didn't say goodbye.

- Didn't I?

- You.

Darling, I'm sorry I can't go with you.

- The joys of parenthood.

I can't wait 'til he starts with the

measles, and the mumps, and the chickenpox.

- Listen, if it was something like that,

I wouldn't be such an idiot about it.

It's this tummy thing.

Nobody knows what it really is,

not even the doctor's sure.

He's in such pain.

Just listen to him.

I wish Dr. Baulmont were back.

I don't trust these cheerful fatherly types like Brock.

Dex, I'm so worried.

- Easy, sweetheart, easy.

The kid's got a belly ache, that's all.

I gotta go.

- No Dex.

- I'll call you in the morning as soon

as I find out what hotel I'm staying in.

Honey, he'll be all right.

Just rely on Frieda.

Goodbye.

- Bye dear.

(mysterious music)

What are you doing?

What is that?

- Something I have for the crumphy.

- I thought I told you never to give my

baby anything without asking me.

- It is what I give to all my little boys.

- Well you are not to give it my little boy,

is that understood?

- Ya, it is understood.

(mysterious music)

- Yes, I want to place a person-to-person call

to Mrs. Frank Mueller in Bakersfield, California.

M-U-E-L-L-E-R.

No, I'm sorry, I don't have the number.

You'll have to get it from information.

Thank you.

And please hurry?

Yes, Frank Mueller.

Are you sure?

No one by that name.

Thank you.

(mysterious music)

Operator, I want to place a call to the

George Callendar residence in San Francisco.

I don't have the number.

Thank you.

Yes, George Callendar.

My number is 275-4124.

I'll speak with anyone.

That's it.

Please connect me.

Mrs. Callendar?

- I'm sorry.

There's no one at home.

I'm the maid.

- When will you expect them back?

- I'm not sure.

Would you care to leave a message?

- Yes.

This is Mrs. Dailey.

I'm calling from Los Angeles.

This is very important.

Do you suppose you could have them

call me as soon as they return?

My number is 275-4124.

It's about the German nurse.

(mysterious music)

(phone rings)

Hello?

Yes, this is Mrs. Dailey.

Mrs. Callendar?

- No, this is Christine Callendar.

My brother and sister-in-law are out of town.

- I see.

Do you expect them back soon?

- No, I'm afraid not.

They've gone away for a rest.

- Yes, of course.

This is rather urgent.

- Well, perhaps I can help you.

The message you left said something about a German nurse?

Do you mean Gretchen Royter?

- Yes.

Well, she's going by a different name,

but I really think that,

I'm terribly afraid that woman is in my house.

- What makes you think it's the same woman, Mrs. Dailey?

- I can't possibly explain it all over the phone,

but I read the description in the newspaper and she fits it.

You see, she was my husband's nurse years ago.

She came to work for us two weeks ago

and she's been acting very strangely.

My husband's away, I'm here alone with my baby.

- [Christine] Have you called the police, Mrs. Dailey?

- I can't call them until I'm certain.

Don't you see that's why I called you?

I have to be sure.

- Yes.

Perhaps I can help you.

I have a photo of her, one my brother took.

It's not very good, but it might help.

- [Joyce] Anything that might identify her.

Could you send it to me?

- Yes, yes of course.

I'll send it out in special delivery.

It ought to reach you sometime tomorrow.

Meantime Mrs. Dailey, I would suggest you'd be very careful.

You see, if this is the woman, she could be very dangerous.

I wouldn't let her know that you suspect anything

or that you're upset.

You see, she's quite insane.

(suspenseful music)

(doorbell rings)

(mysterious music)

(doorbell rings)

- Mrs. Dailey?

- Yes.

- I'm Christina Callendar.

- Yes!

Come in, please!

- After I hung up, I got worried about you,

all alone in this house with that woman.

I thought I'd better come down myself.

Where is she?

- She's in her room.

Dear, I was so sure when I called you.

Now...I don't know.

It just has to be her.

- Well if it isn't, we'll both feel rather foolish.

Here.

Is it?

- Yes.

- What are you going to do?

- Frieda!

What are you doing?

- Mrs. Dailey!

Mrs. Dailey, let me out!

- Come on darling.

Here we go sweetheart.

- What happened?

- I locked her in the closet.

- Did you tell her I was here?

- What am I going to do?

What am I gonna do?

If only Dex were here.

I guess I'd better call the police.

- Here, let me do that.

You look after the baby.

(woman hushes) (baby crying)

Operator?

Give me the police.

Hello?

I'm calling for Mrs. Dexter Dailey.

328 Eskill Drive.

It's an emergency.

I believe we have the woman who

poisoned the Callander baby in San Francisco.

She's right here in the house.

Yes.

Will you send someone out immediately?

Hurry, please.

All we need to do is wait for the police to get her.

Are you all right?

- I'm fine, I'm fine.

- Look, shouldn't you have something?

Is that coffee I smell?

I'd love a cup too if it isn't too much trouble.

- Of course.

Forgive me, I'm sorry.

- Here, let me take him.

May I?

Hey.

What a darling.

(knocking)

- I wish the police would get here.

- Don't worry my dear.

Everything will work out.

It always does.

- You know, she was my husband's nurse for years.

He always knew where his Frieda, Frieda Schmidt.

Is her real name Gretchen Royter or what?

- Schmidt was her maiden name I believe.

There, there.

Her husband was Henry Schroiter, that I know.

She probably has two personal names, they usually do,

but Gretchen Royter was the name on her

social security card.

- Then she did have a social security card?

She lied!

Do you know my husband would steak his life on her?

- Been like that my dear.

Just children.

- Let me take him.

- Such an adorable child.

So tiny.

What a wallop they pack in those little fists.

- This must've been aweful for your brother and his wife.

Shouldn't you let them know?

- Why, I thought I told you that George and Millie

had gone off on a trip somewhere.

They couldn't take anymore.

May I?

- [Joyce] Of course.

- So I don't blame them exactly.

You could imagine what it was like

at that house after the baby's death.

- Yes.

I can.

- Millie was no help at all.

She just fell apart.

- [Joyce] I can understand that too.

- Of course, I warned George that he couldn't rely on her.

Never should've married her.

You see, we were really very happy,

just the two of us living on in daddy's house.

George needed me to look after the place

and of course he took care of the financial work.

We were really quite happy, you see.

And then she came along.

I warned George that it was a mistake,

that she was no good, but he wouldn't see it.

He married her anyway.

And then the baby came.

It was sickening to watch them with that baby,

the way they doted.

The next thing she wanted was a nurse

to look after the child.

I objected strongly of course.

I reminded George of our own childhood

with that dreadful woman that daddy had hired

to look after us.

- A nurse?

- Nurse?

She was a more a tyrant, really.

We were both terrified of her.

You see, daddy was away a lot on business and

we had no one to turn to.

She used to beat us.

I told George he could never be sure

about this broad person.

She might be the same type.

You say, what happened?

I was right.

- How could anybody do a thing like that, poison a baby?

She'd have to really be insane, wouldn't she?

- Insane?

No.

No, I don't think so.

Not really.

You'd be surprised.

People hate to be pushed around,

even by those soft little hands.

They look so innocent, but they can ruin your life.

They are so innocent and yet, they are so powerful.

It was because of him that they asked me to leave.

Leave my own house, mind you.

I was in the way.

He was more important.

Of course, I told George that I wouldn't leave,

that I needed time to find my own home.

He understood that.

And then, and then,

nanny started telling the most dreadful stories about me.

I'm sure she did.

It was very unpleasant.

It was then that George really asked me to leave.

So, you see what I mean about those tiny little fists

and the harm they can do.

- You hated the baby.

- Hated?

No.

No, I didn't hate him.

I couldn't of loved him more if he'd been mine.

- But you just said.

(woman yelps)

- Did you hear that?

- No.

What?

- It's her.

She's trying to get out.

- I didn't hear anything.

- We mustn't let her escape.

- But she can't escaped.

I locked her in.

- No, we can't take any chances you see.

We've got to be sure.

You mustn't trust nanny.

She's apt to tell them the most

terrible stories about me and I can't have that.

I've got to take care of her!

- No, wait!

Wait!

No, no, no.

Don't you think we should let the

police handle it when they get here?

- The police?

- Yes.

- No.

No.

They'd be no good at all.

They don't understand about things like this,

or they might even let her go.

No, no, I've got to handle nanny by myself.

- But they'll be here any minute.

- No.

No they won't.

They're not coming.

I didn't call them.

No, really, I was just pretending.

- No, don't.

- No!

You mustn't try to stop me.

I've got to talk to nanny.

Surely, you must see that.

I knew you were there, nanny.

- [Frieda] You did?

- I've been looking for you for a long time, nanny.

- Well, now that you've found me,

you don't need that anymore, do you?

- No, but I won't let you tell brother what I did.

- What was that?

- I hid that bottle in your room, nanny.

After you left, I had to you see because they

didn't want me any longer.

They wanted me to leave.

Even George.

- It was unkind.

- No!

- Give it to me!

Christine!

- No.

No, you'll only punish me if I do.

- [Frieda] I won't, I promise.

- Cross your heart?

- Cross my heart.

- You won't tell daddy?

- [Frieda] Not a word.

(baby crying)

- No, no, I don't believe you!

You don't love me!

You don't love me!

You love the baby!

You all love the baby!

Stop it!

I don't want to hear it!

I don't want to hear it!

- All right, I'll stop it.

- I hate you!

No!

No, you can't have it!

It's mine!

(gunshot)

You made me do it, you made me do it.

You all love the baby.

- The baby's gone now.

- Yes.

He's gone.

- So you must be good.

- And then daddy will love me again?

- Yes dear, and I love you, you know that.

- Do you?

Nanny.

Really?

- Yes.

I do.

- [Christine] Nanny.

Nanny, don't punish me.

I didn't mean to be naughty.

- [Frieda] I'm not going to punish you.

- I'm sorry, nanny.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

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

As for Christine, the authorities sought through it

that she was placed in the sanitarium

where she receives psychiatric help.

My own story's taken a turn for the better.

I find I can face anything now.

I have reached a new plateau of maturity.

Next week, we shall return with another story

and more therapy.

(upbeat music)