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Good evening.

Tonight I'm dining
at my favorite club.

There are many
advantages here.

As you can see,
informality is the rule.

There is also the stimulation
of intellectual companionship

without the deafening choir
that pervades in most clubs.

Best of all,
I like its privacy.

Only four persons are
allowed at a table,

and, of course, no one
pays any attention to you.

(snapping)

Our program is not restricted
to views of the tonier clubs.

We also plan a visit
to the cinema,

where we shall see a film
entitled "The Kind Waitress."

It begins after this
one-minute appetizer.

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Mrs. Mannerheim
hasn't come yet, hmm?

Take it easy, Thelma.

She'll show up.

It's 8:30.

Usually has her
dinner before 8:00.

You can relax now.

There she is.

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Marian, tell the
chef, will you?

She'll want eggs
scrambled soft and--

And dry toast and tea.

You think I don't know
that order by this time?

Don't forget the milk.

She won't drink
her tea without it.

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Good evening,
Mrs. Mannerheim.

Good evening, dear.

Your order's on the fire.

Here, let me do that.

There.

Love that fur.

It's beautiful.

You're a little late tonight.

Haven't been sick, have you?

A little.

Just a little.

But it's to be
expected at my age.

Don't you think you ought
to see Dr. Lacey again?

No.

He would just give me
more of his silly medicine.

I never take the stuff.

You ought to.

When my time comes,
the Lord will take me.

Medicine won't help.

But thank you for
worrying, Thelma.

You are a good child.

I'm 38.

Pretty old
for a child.

To me, it's very young.

Can you sit
and talk a little?

I guess so.

Till your order's ready.

How are you
getting on?

Same as usual, I guess.

Still in that
rooming house?

Mm-hmm.

It's crummy,
but it's cheap.

(coughing)

Here, take some water.

I'm all right.

Well...

Well, that's not
really true.

I'm pretty sick.

For the first
time I feel old.

Mrs. Mannerheim,
I-I think...

Now, don't you fret.

What I wanted to tell you,

in case anything
happens to me,

I mean...

I think a lot of you
and I want to help you.

Do you know what
I'm talking about?

No.

I'm an old woman, Thelma,

and I have more money
than I know what to do with.

My sister, the last relative
I had, passed on a year ago.

You are my only friend.

And I want you to know
I've taken care of you.

Taken care of me?

In my will.

You have been kind to me,
Thelma, and I'm grateful.

When I die, you will be
able to leave this job,

move out of
your rooming house

to a nice apartment.

You've always
admired this, dear.

So I'm giving
it to you now.

Mrs. Mannerheim, you--
you don't have to do this.

But I want to do it.

And you will receive a
considerable legacy later on.

I haven't much time left.

I dreamt of
a coffin last night.

Do you believe in dreams?

I don't know.

I think I'm...

I'm having a kind of
dream right now.

(laughs)

Maybe I better get your
dinner before it gets cold.

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What held you up?

I've been waiting
here an hour.

Honey, guess
what happened?

Did you bring
anything to eat?

Don't I even
rate a kiss?

First things first.

What's in the bag?

Brought you a
roast beef sandwich.

And some French fries, too.

Hope they're not cold.

They're cold.

No beer?

Darling, I was so
excited I forgot.

Arthur, I got
something to tell you.

-Write me a letter.
-It's important.

To you as well as to me.

What'd you do,
get canned?

I got left some
money, in a will.

Who died?

Nobody, not yet.

Do you remember that sweet
old lady I told you about,

Mrs. Mannerheim?

Well, she gave me this
lovely pin tonight.

And she told me
she's leaving me

a considerable
legacy in her will.

She's such a sweet
old lady, honey.

Holy cow!

I been a day late
and a dollar short

all my cotton-picking life.

No more playing for peanuts.

I could start my own band.

Can't you just see it?

A six-piece combo and me
on a licorice stick!

I wonder how much a
considerable legacy means,

in terms of cash.

She's awful rich.

Could be 20,
maybe $50,000.

Fifty grand?

Yes.

Go, girl, go!

Hey, you're on
cloud seven now.

Reach up and
grab for eight.

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Fifty thousand dollars is
nothing to Mrs. Mannerheim.

She's got the most
expensive suite in the hotel.

Darling, when this happens,

we'll get married, huh?

We could maybe
do it before?

Not before, Thelma.

As soon as the old
dame kicks off, sure.

But until then, you got to
stay with her every minute,

make sure she don't
change her mind.

You're right, honey.

You're always right.

You give me a kiss
and I'll go down

and bring you
back some beer, hm?

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Just look at
that old thing.

Now, some night
she's going to die

right in the middle of dinner.

You think a woman like that
would go to a home or something.

I think she'd want to.

Her tray's on
the steam table.

I'll pick it up.

Good evening,
Mrs. Mannerheim.

You're looking
good tonight.

What you say?

I said you're
looking good.

Well, I'm not
feeling good.

The food in this dining
room gives me indigestion.

And I must say the service
has become inferior.

You have been
neglecting me lately.

And after I gave you
my lovely brooch--

Oh, dry up.

What did you say?

I said I'm sorry,
Mrs. Mannerheim.

I try to do my best.

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The old girl giving
you a hard time?

I don't know
what's come over her.

She used to be so sweet.

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Four months
we've been waiting.

I'm fed up.

Honey.

Well, you're sick
of waiting, too.

You're getting to
hate the old bag.

Hate?

I'm very fond of
Mrs. Mannerheim.

Oh, don't give me that.

You're getting to hate her
more and more every day.

I can see it in your face.

You don't talk about her
the way you used to.

She's taking much
too long to die.

I don't know what
you're talking about!

What makes you think
she won't live to be 100?

She's so sick!

Then why ain't she dead?

Arthur!

Why not help her
along a little, honey?

Don't you see how
easy it would be?

And it wouldn't
even be wrong.

Oh, think how the poor
old lady's suffering,

sick the way she is.

She'd welcome
a little peace.

And you could
give it to her.

It would be a snap.

I'm not listening.

Nobody would ever know.

I'd help you,
I'd show you how.

Stop this.

We could do it
with the food.

She'd never notice,
a sick old lady like that,

her taste buds all shot.

You just put a little bit
of something in her tea,

night after night until...

You're crazy.

You're talking
absolutely crazy!

Sure, sure, only listen
to what I'm saying.

Now, there's plenty
of stuff around.

I'll figure a way
how to get it.

And every night, you'll just
put a little bit in her tea.

Now, that'd be easy
for you, wouldn't it?

Poor sick old lady.

You know, they got
a name for this.

It'd be what they
call a mercy killing.

And as soon as it happens,

we could get
married, doll.

Suppose tomorrow I go out

and get a little
something, huh?

What do you say?

All right, Arthur.

We'll do it like you say.

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This is gonna be
tougher than I thought.

When I went to the
drugstore to get the stuff,

the guy wanted me to
sign my name in a book.

Think me handing myself
over to the cops that way.

What are we gonna do?

I got to study up and find
out all about this stuff.

-Can I help?
-Yeah.

You give it to her
when the time comes.

Now, shut up.

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"...a poison
which on ingestion,

inhalation, absorption,

application, injection

or development
within the body

produces an injury
to the body."

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This Mrs. Mannerheim,
she's over 80, huh?

How's her heart?

Bad.

That's her
worst trouble.

Doctor gives her medicine,
but she won't take it.

Hey, listen to this.

"Anatine--the leaves
of the Laricaescropha,

dried and distilled,
form the poison Anatine.

The prepared drug has a faint
odor but no discernible taste."

That's it!

All I got to do is
get some of these...

Laricaescropha leaves

and we got it made!

What are they?

I'll find out.

You go down and bring
me back some beer.

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Looks just like
water, don't it?

Or gin, maybe.

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Yeah, it's got
a faint odor.

Smells like, uh...

geraniums.

Arthur, don't!

Got to hand it to
these science cats.

No taste!

Baby, we are in business...

as of now.

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Say, Thelma...

What do you want?

What's the matter,
you got the jitters?

No, I'm okay.

I'm perfectly okay.

Oh, I just wanted
to ask if you'd mind

taking Wednesday off
instead of Saturday.

One of the other girls--

Wednesday?

Yeah, sure,
that's fine.

Oh.

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There you are.

The toast is hot,

your eggs just the
way you like them.

And here's the
milk for your tea.

I'm not a bit hungry.

I should have
stayed in bed.

Whenever you feel like that,

why don't you just go
right ahead and do it?

I'll bring the tray
up to your room.

Since you did get dressed,

I think you ought to eat
something, don't you?

Here, try some tea.

Yes.

I always like my tea.

Tastes good.

For goodness sake, why are
you staring at me, child?

Go away.

Sorry, Mrs. Mannerheim.

I didn't mean...

Marian, about Wednesday,
I've been thinking.

I don't need either
Wednesday or Saturday off.

Are you crazy?

There's no time-and-a-half
overtime on this job.

That's okay.

I want to stay close
to Mrs. Mannerheim.

She--she don't look so good.

You're crazy, all right.

But you're kind of nice, too.

Are you being taken
care of, Mrs. Mannerheim?

Oh, yes.

Thelma has a real
knack for her work.

But don't tell
her I said so.

A little discipline
is good for girls.

I've never seen you with a
hat before, Mrs. Mannerheim.

Going someplace?

Yes, I'm going to die.

But not tonight.

Tonight I'm going to live.

You know what
I'm going to do?

I'm going to treat myself

to a lump of sugar.

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(smacks lips)

Certainly is good.

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We've had her on the stuff
for almost half a year.

She's had enough to knock
off a whole battalion

of top sergeants.

I've done everything
you told me.

It don't work.

I'm so dog tired.

Well, don't she
even look worse?

Sick to her stomach,
nothing like that?

I haven't noticed
any difference.

She's always been
sick and old.

Well, keep giving her
the same amount.

Can't start
taking chances now.

Honey, I'm telling you.

I can't keep this up,
I gotta stop.

What?

I gotta stop.

What are you doing?

Taking back my picture.

You chicken out on me,
I'm pulling out on you.

Honey, don't, don't.

Don't leave me.

I'll do anything you say.

Well?

I'll give her the stuff
if you want me to.

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It's me, Mrs. Mannerheim,
with your tray.

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You sure look pretty,
Mrs. Mannerheim.

Pretty as a doll.

I don't feel like one.

I feel very weary, Thelma.

I think my time
has come at last.

Oh, you oughtn't
to talk like that.

Come on, now.

Have your eggs
and your toast.

I have no appetite.

Then drink your tea.

Always like your tea.

Yes.

You're a sweet girl, Thelma,

when you want to be.

You didn't bring me the milk.

Oh, gosh, I forgot.

Come on, Mrs. Mannerheim,
just this once.

Try and drink it straight.

But I don't like
tea without milk.

Couldn't you get me some?

Mrs. Mannerheim, if I
went down to the kitchen

to get you some milk,

the tea would be cold
by the time I got back.

I'd have to make
some more tea.

Well, couldn't you do that?

Yes, I could, but I
got other things to do.

Come on, now,
drink your tea.

But I can't!

I simply can't!

I always had
milk with my tea.

You know how it is,
a habit like that.

No, I don't.

I don't.

I don't know how it is.

I've never had
everything I wanted.

Do you understand that?

Can you understand that?

Why, Thelma!

I've had to work
for what I wanted.

I've been working
all my life.

You think I'm a waitress
because--because I like it?

Do you think the
restaurant's my home?

Do you think I like greasy
kitchens and dirty dishes

and complaining old women?

I must ask you not to
speak to me like that.

I'll speak to you
any way I like.

You are a rude,
naughty girl.

You are not at all the
person I thought you were.

I'm afraid I'm going to
have to change my will.

Don't you touch that phone!

Now, now, you stop that.

Let go of my hand,
you horrid child!

I'm not a child!

I'm 38 years old!

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Mrs...Mrs. Mannerheim.

Mrs. Mannerheim!

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The coroner was
notified by Dr. Lacey,

the attending physician,

and he appointed me
to perform the autopsy.

I first viewed the body of
Sarah Mannerheim, deceased,

approximately one hour
and a half after her death.

The left side of the neck
revealed four fingernail marks.

On the larynx were
discolored marks of bruising

accompanied by swelling.

There was also a fracture
of the hyoid bone.

An autopsy revealed that
the main respiratory organs

showed marked congestion.

Now, Dr. Maxwell,

what conclusion
did you draw?

That the deceased was
throttled, choked to death.

Thank you,
you may step down.

Miss Thelma Tompkins,
take the stand, please.

Raise your right hand.

Do you solemnly swear
to tell the truth,

the whole truth and
nothing but the truth?

I do.

Be seated, please.

Now, Miss Tompkins,
it appears that you were

the last person to see
Mrs. Mannerheim alive.

You've heard the
medical examiner

and the testimony
of Dr. Lacey,

Mrs. Mannerheim's physician.

He stated that he came
to the hotel in response

to a phone call.

Did you make that call?

I guess so.

This is not a matter of
guessing, Miss Tompkins.

Did you or did you not
telephone Dr. Lacey

and tell him that you had
entered Mrs. Mannerheim's room

and found her dead?

Yes, I did.

Then why didn't
you remain there

until he arrived,
as he asked you to do?

I was scared.

So scared that
you ran right home

and started
packing your bags.

Miss Tompkins, I understand
you know a man named Arthur.

He didn't have
anything to do with it!

The police have been
unable to locate him.

Can you tell us
where he is?

I don't know.

He didn't do it anyway.

I didn't do it, either!

I...

That is...

I didn't mean to do
it the way I did.

You may step down.

(murmur)

...for trial.

You gentlemen agree?

We find that
the deceased,

Sarah Mannerheim,

met her death due
to unnatural causes.

We recommend that
Thelma Tompkins

be taken into custody
and held for trial

on such charges as may
be preferred against her.

This jury stands adjourned.

Thank you, Dr. Lacey.

You know, Mrs. Mannerheim
was such a grand old lady.

It's a shame she
had to go that way.

Yes.

The only consolation is she
wouldn't have lived long

in any case.

Had a bad heart.

I'd been giving her Anatine.

Anatine?

It's usually thought
of as a poison,

but in small doses
it's aspecific

for a condition like hers.

Funny thing, I had an idea
she distrusted medicine,

didn't take the stuff.

Actually, Anatine was the
only thing keeping her alive.

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"The only thing
keeping her alive."

"Anatine was the only
thing keeping her alive."

"Keeping her alive."

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Oh.

This type of restaurant
underlines one of the basic

confusions of my life.

I frequently find myself

trying to tip
slot machines

and tilt waitresses.

Just now, I'm trying
to find the caviar.

While I'm looking,
suppose you do the same.

I shall rejoin
you in a minute.

They don't have caviar.

The manager has
offered me elderberry jam,

which he claims
looks exactly the same.

He feels that
when you buy caviar,

you're just spending a lot
of money for the name.

He may be right.

I'll never know.

Next week we shall
return with another story.

Until then, good night.