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- Stop it. Would you?

- Just trying to help.

Not now. Not now.

I'll tell you when.

- You know any handicapped people?

- Only you.

- Forget it.

- What are you so upset about?

I got six weeks to try and top a marrow

transplant to a dying foster sister.

How about orphans?

- Do you know any?

- No.

- You know who Oprah is?

- Love Oprah.

- She's thin right now, right?

- How the heck should I know?

She said that if a little baby

never gets hugged or kissed...

when it grows up

it doesn't know how to love.

If anyone tries to touch it,

it cries and gets all stiff and rigid.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God! Are you okay?

Are you all right?

Get the camera out.

Get the camera out now. Now.

Okay, let me talk to her.

Let me talk to her!

I'm Mona Hibbard, Miss Illinois.

- What's your name?

- Theresa.

Everything's going to be fine.

Nobody panic.

I'm Miss Illinois.

I have everything under control.

All right, I am going to get you safely

to a hospital. Can you hang in there?

Breathe!

Did you--

What's that song?

It must have been cold there

in my shadow

To never have sunlight on your face

You were content to let me shine

That's your way

You always walked a step behind

Did you ever know that you're my hero

You're everything I wish I could be

- It's coming! Get away from me!

- Oh, God!

You're crazy!

You must have been--

Keep shooting!

Cold there in my shadow

I'm holding for Lance DeSalvo,

the national pageant director.

It's Mona Hibbard, Miss Illinois.

I was just wondering if he received

the press clipping I sent him.

I wanted to know if he wanted to use

the shot for next month's newsletter.

I think it is a lot more upbeat

than Miss Texas in a coma.

Can you-- No, I'm-- I--

There's Vanessa

with the ball to half court.

Bye.

My platform-- empowering America's youth

for a brighter tomorrow--

is so excellent because

there is so many things you can do.

Goal!

I'm going to throw that ball

out the window.

- I'm practicing.

- Don't do it in the house.

Come in here. Help me.

- Hello?

- Hello, Lurdy?

- Yeah.

- Is my mother there?

- Who is this?

- It's Mona.

She ain't here.

Why is it whenever I call

she's not there?

Hello?

Can you just tell her that I need her to

come with me to Long Beach, California?

- California? When?

- In a month.

- What for?

- For the contest.

Why should she?

Because I need her to be in the little

box on the screen's right-hand side.

What the hell?

Okay? Can you tell her?

Yes, I'll tell her.

Are you there?

What about the promise you made?

- The promise?

- The promise you made on camera.

Let me refresh your memory.

"A vote for me is a vote for the end

of the objectification of women."

With the pageant in three weeks,

how will you make known...

your opposition to the sexist tyranny

of traditional pageants?

I--

You'll just have to tune in

and find out, won't you?

Yes, we will. Cut.

Who belongs to this?

He's a sweet, sweet child.

Mr. Hendrix?

Perhaps--

Pardon me.

Excuse me, miss.

Yes?

Table for two, please.

I'm not a hostess.

I'm Miss Illinois.

What'd she say?

She asked if we wanted

smoking or nonsmoking.

Smoking.

Fine. Right this way.

Come on, come on, come on.

That's good exercise, Mr. Bryan.

Come in, please.

Excuse me, Mr. Willoughby.

I didn't know you were busy.

- I thought you wanted to see me.

- Yes, I do, Ruby. Come in.

Sexist tyranny

of traditional pageants.

Well, I--

Could you please just turn that off?

Thank you.

- Hello.

- Hi.

- Hey, Mama!

- Hey, baby.

Did you do your homework?

Can you get me into the cancer ward

of your hospital?

There is no cancer ward

at my hospital.

You know, any hospital.

- Mona, can you sit down?

- Sure. I don't want crippled people.

- I'll get it.

- I have old people.

It would definitely have to be

bald kids. It'd have bald kids, right?

Please, listen to me, okay?

I need to talk to you.

What? Ruby, whatever Vanessa told you,

I didn't do anything.

Today at the hospital--

- Mom, someone wants to see you.

- Thank you, young lady.

- Oh, God.

- I have to talk to your mother.

I'm just here to see your mother.

What are you--

Excuse me, Miss Stillwell.

I'm Lieutenant Bloomfield.

We met this afternoon.

I'm sorry, but we

have to take you in.

- What do you mean, take her in?

- But I didn't do it.

- You do have a right to an attorney.

- What's going on?

I don't know where she got the pills.

I didn't give them to her.

It's a good idea

if you don't say anything.

Wait! What's going on?

- Do you understand your rights?

- Yeah.

- What is going on?

- Clara Walters died.

So? She was,

like, 500 years old.

She died of a drug overdose,

and they think I did it.

- What? Where are you taking her?

- To the police station.

You two look after each other

until I come back.

I'm not staying with her.

You have to be a big girl.

Mona needs you.

I don't need her. I need you!

Don't worry. Everything

is going to be all right.

- Don't worry.

- Take her away.

Mom!

What are you doing?

Getting a foster family.

I'm not living with you!

Hi, I'm a kid

who needs a foster family.

Give me the phone.

Hi, it's my niece.

She's just playing around.

Do you have any kind

of month-to-month plan?

I'm sorry. I got to go.

Good-bye.

What's the sign on the door say?

Don't take that tone with me.

You know the rules!

- Can I come in?

- No!

- You're not leaving.

- Yes, I am!

- No, you're not!

- Yes, I am too!

This is your home,

and you're staying put.

And that's final!

In the case now known as

the Angel of Mercy Killing...

Nurse Ruby Stillwell has been

named the prime suspect...

for the murder of

an elderly patient in her care.

Let's go to the camera inside.

- Miss Walter was a very elderly woman.

- That is precisely the point.

She was confined to a wheelchair...

yet the autopsy has revealed she died

of a massive overdose of barbiturates...

drugs she herself

was unable to obtain.

How did she receive

such a massive mis-medication?

We submit that it was Miss Stillwell,

her nurse, who administered the drugs...

either through negligence

or some misguided Kevorkian imitation.

Your Honor, this isn't fair.

He never lets me talk.

All right. I've heard enough.

This court sets a trial date

for September 1 5...

four-and-one-half weeks

from today.

Bail is set at $1 50,000.

- Thank you, Your Honor.

- Next case.

It's just a minor setback.

Don't worry. I'll see you Thursday.

Mommy, do we give them the money

and they let you out?

It's bail, sweetie.

We don't have that kind of money.

What are we gonna--

Hey, Ruby!

Let me be the first to report

a very interesting side note.

Ruby Stillwell is the roommate

of Mona Hibbard...

who will be representing our state

in three weeks...

at the Miss American Miss pageant.

Somehow I feel there will be

more to uncover on this story...

and I'll be the first

to report whatever.

This is Joyce Parkins reporting live

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