What Ever Happened to Aunt Alice? Page #4

Miss Tinsley

was a tedious woman,

endowed with

an astonishing lack of taste.

Is that

why you got rid of her?

No. No, it was...

it was her devotion to alcohol

which brought about

the parting of our ways.

You mean she drank

a whole lot?

Well, I wouldn't have made

an issue of an occasional highball.

What I had to go through

to cleanse her room

of that pervasive odor of gin.

And once

she stumbled into this table,

knocking off all the china,

and the glassware,

and then proceeded to put

her fist through the windowpane.

At times like that, the filth

that came out of her mouth!

Why, it was worthy of a man

who'd spent his entire life at sea.

Well, undoubtedly she learned it

from just such men.

Men?

Oh, at her age,

she was carrying on

with strangers

who would call

in the middle of the night,

write letters to her.

Yes, I'd prefer to forget

that she was ever here, my dear.

Well, youve certainly had your share

of strange experiences.

Of course...

hiring women from an ad

could be a risky business.

How do you make your choices?

Well, I take into account

their experience, their references.

Could be dangerous, though,

living way out here in the desert,

no protection to speak of.

Oh, I've never been afraid.

Not of people.

My, isn't that nice.

You don't think it has

a bitter taste?

Does it?

Well, I'm afraid so.

Distinctly bitter flavor.

Did you get this

at the market?

Pheasant is hardly an item

youd expect to find

on supermarket shelves.

These birds were

brought to me by George.

What's the matter?

Aren't you going to

eat it at all?

Why not play it safe,

Mrs. Marrable?

I've seen enough in my years

as a nurse to scare me,

especially where there's money...

You didn't finish your sentence.

I've been taken off a case

when the patient showed

the first signs of improvement.

Doctor wanted me to stay on

for a while, but not the family.

When the patient died...

You blame me for wondering

if it wasn't a bit...

unnatural?

George and Julia.

( laughs )

What an absurd notion!

You are far too permissive

with your fantasies.

People don't go around

murdering each other.

May not be as difficult

as you think.

It's not very perceptive of you

to minimize the courage

that it takes to kill.

Courage?

Why, it's just nerve

with a dash of cruelty.

Youre mistaken.

It takes extraordinary courage

born of inner fortitude.

My father told me that,

and he was an authority,

having spent his life

in the military establishment.

It takes

extraordinary courage.

Well, if youre not afraid,

why don't you eat your pheasant?

I've lost my appetite,

Mrs. Dimmock.

Sabre Industries.

This is Mrs. Claire Marrable

calling from Tucson.

I believe you wrote a letter

of reference for Mrs. Dimmock,

who is now in my employ.

I would like to verify

that she worked for you

and that you found her

satisfactory.

Sure. She worked for my mother

for over two years.

A wonderful woman.

I'll tell you this, though-

she's got an Irish temper,

and if it shows up,

youd better watch out.

Thank you.

Sure. Any time, Mrs. Marrable.

You're lucky to have her.

Good-bye.

Youre shaking like a leaf.

Take it easy, will you?

The queen of spades

won't be back for a while.

I don't like to take

unnecessary chances.

You said they went

out to dinner.

I didn't want you here today.

I told you I'd stay in touch with you.

I've had it with the blank postcards

and this whole damn mystery bit!

Youre getting out of here

and going home with me right now.

You can't go on

playing this part.

I haven't been found out yet,

and I won't, if you don't give me away.

You don't have the strength...

- Never felt stronger in my life.

- ... or the training.

You don't appreciate my talent.

I have to stay here.

Now, youre entitled to think that

I'm playing with the squirrels,

but don't ask me to leave.

Just don't!

Those blank postcards

were your idea.

I had to know

you were all right.

If they're piling up too high for you,

I'll stop sending them.

Let me take the statue,

Aunt Claire.

Youve got to stop

blaming yourself for Miss Tinsley.

How can I?

It was my fault.

Of course I didn't mean

the things I said,

but say them I did.

I'm not going to give up

until I find out where she is.

My instincts tell me

something happened to her, here.

You just can't

jump to conclusions.

Not just the Bible.

Mrs. Marrable's housekeepers

seem to vanish.

And you haven't heard her talk

about the courage to kill!

Let's get out of here.

There's one thing

that I want you to do for me.

Help you pack.

Go to the First National Bank

in Phoenix.

Find out if Edna still has money

in her savings account.

You just can't

walk into a bank-

Youll find a way.

Oh, please.

After that,

I'll do whatever you say.

I'll leave this house.

Is that good enough?

And I also want...

( key turns in lock )

her forwarding address!

Go. Go!

- Where's your shoes?

- Wait a minute! My shoes!

Won't you come in

for a drink?

Well, thank you, Aunt Claire,

but we should be going.

Very well.

And thank you

for entertaining me so regally.

Will you call me before long?

We will.

Good-bye.

Forgot to say good-bye.

Youre sure you wouldn't be

interested in the polo match

at the Bennetts' on Saturday?

Aunt Claire doesn't like polo.

You know that, George.

Well, thank you anyway,

George. Good-bye.

Thanks.

Oh, my.

I must have dozed off.

Did you have

a pleasant time at the fair?

Why did you let her pick

the most expensive statue they had?

It's a good

long-term investment, Julia.

Yes, George, but are we so sure

that Aunt Claire is a sound stock?

You mean because she never pays

for anything when she's with us?

She thinks we're loaded.

Well, we're so smart,

we've fooled her, haven't we?

But she might be

playing the same game.

We can give you

the information, Mr. Darrah.

Miss Edna Tinsley's

current balance is $32.83.

She withdrew $9,000

on March 5th?

Yes. She took out

the entire amount in cash.

You have her latest

forwarding address?

Yeah, it's right here

on the card.

"Care of Marrable,

Route 3, Tucson. "

- Thank you.

- Right.

Oh, yes, Mrs. Marrable

is terribly rich.

However, I doubt that auto races

will appeal to Aunt Claire,

but she'll take to you.

Well, if all the proceeds

are going to her Indian charity,

she ought to go for it.

Even if she doesn't,

I'm enchanted that you called me.

( radio playing )

JIM:
Hey, Harriet! Come here!

Come here!

Look over there.

If I could use your phone,

Mrs. Marrable,

I could call the manager

of the racetrack

and check

on available dates right now.

Oh, please do.

Yes?

Thank you.

My housekeeper

will show you the phone.

Mrs. Dimmock,

this is Mr. Darrah.

He would like

to make a phone call.

Certainly. This way, please,

Mister... I didn't catch the name.

Darrah.

How is that youve never introduced

me to Mr. Darrah before?

Well, we've only met recently.

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