Night Nurse Page #3

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Any more instructions,

Miss Maloney?

No, Miss Hart. Oh, yes,

there's a chart pinned up...

...in the kitchenette

beyond the children's room.

- Kitchenette?

- Yeah.

Kitchen, bathroom,

sitting room with every bedroom.

This dump's a palace.

But not for those kids.

And, say, keep your eye open for old eczema.

- Who?

- Mrs. Maxwell. She's the housekeeper.

Wait till you see her.

Well, so long, honey. I got a date.

- With whom?

- Oh, you don't know him.

A gorgeous new boyfriend.

- Intern?

- I should say not.

I'm not all crazy.

Children, what are you doing?

Miss Hart. Miss Hart.

Stop it. Lie down, both of you.

Nanny, you silly little girl.

You shouldn't try things like that.

- You're not strong enough.

- I tried all I could, Desney.

Of course you did, Nanny.

Poor little baby.

I didn't mean any harm.

I know you didn't, Desney.

But now you must both be quiet.

We will, won't we, Nanny?

- Yes. We will.

- That's good.

- We like you. Don't we, Nanny?

- Mm-hm.

What's your other name?

You didn't tell us at the hospital.

It's Lora. Lora Hart.

Lora? We had a sister named Lora.

But she's dead.

Oh, poor little baby.

You mustn't talk about her anymore.

She was runned over.

She was all cut.

Cut in lots of places,

wasn't she, Nanny?

All over, here and here and here.

Oh, you ought to seen her.

You mustn't think about her.

You must go to sleep, both of you.

We didn't see her,

but they told us.

Nick told us, and he showed us too.

- Who's Nick?

- He lives here.

- That's not your father, is it?

- No.

Daddy's up in heaven too.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Now, come on, both of you.

Into bed.

Nick's not like Daddy. Daddy was a nice man.

Isn't Nick a nice man?

No. He's a horrid man.

Isn't he, Nanny?

Oh, Nanny, darling,

don't cry, honey.

Such a nice home, lovely things...

...and you're going

to get well real soon.

It isn't a lovely home.

We didn't wanna come home. Did we, Nanny?

No.

Nick scares us.

Doesn't he, Nanny?

He says the most awful things.

- You should tell your mother.

- We can't.

She won't come and see us anymore.

Why aren't you two asleep?

- They shouldn't be kept awake like this.

- I've been trying to make them go to sleep.

- That's true.

- Then why didn't you?

We were hungry. Weren't we, Nanny?

Hungry? Don't be absurd.

But we are hungry.

We're always hungry.

- I want to speak to you.

- Are you Mrs. Maxwell?

Yes. I have charge of the children.

I don't want to hear another

word out of you, either of you.

I wish we had something to eat.

Shh, or she'll come back.

Miss Hart, I must warn you not to be upset

by anything the children may tell you.

They've been very sick.

Yes, I know. I had charge

of them at the hospital.

Oh.

Since they've been home,

they've had bad dreams. Nightmares.

Dr. Ranger says that's all

part of their illness.

But they're too young to know the

difference between dreams and facts.

You must realize that whenever

they tell you anything.

I see. Thank you.

That's all I had to say.

Who are you?

What do you want?

A lady needs a little assistance.

What lady?

Shh. You'll never guess.

- What happened?

- She passed out.

Who is it, Mrs. Ritchey?

The children's mother?

Hm? What did you say?

Are you going to be

decent and leave?

I've got to undress her.

It's all right.

Just the type.

Huh?

What did you say?

- Come here.

- Cut that out.

- Leave me alone.

- I want a kiss. I want a kiss.

I tell you, I want a kiss.

Stop it!

Let me alone.

- Thank you.

- Never mind that.

- Get busy, give her a stomach wash.

- I'll call a doctor.

Listen. You'll do what I tell you.

- You trying to do what he did?

- No, but you're not gonna call.

- You're a nurse. You give her the wash.

- I can't, except under orders.

Oh, yes, you can. And what's more, you will.

I can't very well

with a broken wrist.

- Operator, get me a doctor, quick.

- End that or I'll break your neck.

- What right have you to?

- Plenty.

- Hello, big boy.

- Oh, shut up.

Oh, don't be sore, Nicky. Kiss me.

- Get busy.

- I can't without the proper authority.

- I give you the authority.

- Who are you?

I'm Nick, the chauffeur.

Oh.

Operator? Operator? Operator?

Don't be sore, big boy. Where you going?

You dirty, lousy...

And I tell you, I wouldn't go through

another night like that again...

- ...for all the money they could pay me.

- Well, then what?

I locked the doors and windows and sat up

until morning expecting that brute back.

- Well, did he?

- No, but...

I see. It's unfortunate, Miss Hart, but not

much likelihood of its happening again.

I'm going to make sure it doesn't.

- Forget it.

- The police.

- What'll that get you?

- You don't...

- Who'd believe you?

- Believe me?

The Ritcheys wouldn't let

you get away with that.

Blackmail's a pretty

dangerous game.

- Blackmail?

- You heard me.

- Well, then, you don't believe me?

- Why should I?

- But, Dr. Ranger...

- I visited that house daily for months.

- And I see no evidence of all this rot.

- Oh, yes, you have. You know you have.

I thought you were a reputable physician.

I came here to ask your advice.

Mind your own business.

You're in that house to watch two patients,

not to oversee the conduct of its members.

Am I to take blows

from its servants?

- I've said that wouldn't happen again.

- You guarantee that?

That'll do, Miss Hart.

You've forgotten your

place long enough.

Quiet down, now, and I'll see

that you're fully compensated.

- Is that all?

- It isn't.

- Well?

- Something's gotta be done.

- You speaking of my patients?

- You are the doctor.

The way things are going,

those babies won't last.

Well, that's news to me.

Dr. Ranger, they're slowly

dying of undernourishment.

- Aren't my instructions being followed?

- I suppose so. Here.

See about...

Yeah, quite correct.

But I know starvation

symptoms when I see them.

- I take it you don't approve...

- No, I don't.

- It's your first case, isn't it?

- Well, what of it?

You've been on one night.

It's only natural...

...that you should get excited

about something that puzzles you.

You know, Miss Hart,

you talk too much.

You've picked up half-baked medical

knowledge around the hospital.

All nurses do.

I wouldn't air it quite so freely. You'll

talk yourself out of your profession.

- Don't think you can muzzle me.

- I'm not trying to. I'm giving you advice.

- You don't wanna take it, get off the case.

- I resign.

I warn you, if you do,

you're through as a licensed nurse.

- Oh, a threat?

- Exactly. Your kind is too dangerous.

I have no doubt of it,

to your kind of doctor...

...but I'm gonna find someone

who will listen to me.

Riverside 12468.

Hello.

Uh, Nick, this is Dr. Ranger.

Now, listen carefully and I'll

tell you what I want you to do.

I know it's my first case.

And I know Dr. Ranger's a big man,

but I've got to do something.

You got me the job,

that's why I came.

- But, my dear child...

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