Marnie

Robbed. Cleaned out.

$9,967, precisely as I told you over the telephone.

And that girl did it, Marion Holland.

That's the girl, Marion Holland!

- Can you describe her, Mr. Strutt? - Certainly I can describe her.

Five feet five, 110 pounds,

size eight dress, blue eyes, black wavy hair,

even features, good teeth...

Well, what's so damn funny?

There's been a grand larceny committed on these premises!

Yes, sir. You were saying, black hair, wavy,

- even features, good teeth. - Yeah. Yes.

And she was in your employ four months?

What were her references, sir?

Well, as a matter of fact...

Yes, she had references, I'm sure.

Oh, Mr. Strutt, don't you remember?

She didn't have any references at all.

Well, she worked the copying and adding machines.

No confidential duties.

Mr. Rutland. I didn't know you were in town.

Just had a robbery. Almost $10,000.

So I gathered. By a pretty girl with no references.

You remember her. I pointed her out

to you the last time you were here.

You said something about how I was improving the looks of the place.

Oh, that one. The brunette with the legs.

Excuse me, men. Mr. Rutland's a client.

I don't think you've got time to discuss business today, Mr. Strutt.

- Not with your crime wave on your hands. - Oh, no, no.

Always time for Rutland business. You know that.

How are things in Philadelphia?

The little witch! I'll have her put away for 20 years!

I knew she was too good to be true.

Always so eager to work overtime, never made a mistake.

Always pulling her skirt down over her knees

as though they were a national treasure.

She seemed so nice, so efficient, so...

Resourceful?

Wilmington, Baltimore, Washington.

Richmond, Petersburg, Rocky Mount.

Wilson, Fayetteville, Florence.

Charleston, Savannah, Jacksonville,

Miami, Tampa, Saint Petersburg.

Charleston, Pittsburgh, Camden leaving on track number 12.

- Hello, Mrs. Maitland. - Oh, so nice to have you back, Miss Edgar.

- We put you in your same room. - Thank you, Mrs. Maitland.

Can someone drive me over to Garrod's right away?

Of course. Any time you're ready.

As soon as I change.

How do, Miss Edgar? Good to have you back.

Hello, Mr. Garrod.

Oh, there's my darling.

That big old spoiled baby of yours knew something was up.

Tried to bite me twice already this morning.

Oh, Forio, if you want to bite somebody, bite me.

Thanks.

Mother, Mother, I am ill.

Send for the doctor over the hill.

Call for the doctor. Call for the nurse.

Call for the lady with the alligator purse.

"Mumps," said the doctor. "Measles," said the nurse.

"Nothing," said the lady with the alligator purse.

- How many years will I live? - Thank you.

One, two, three, four, five, six,

- seven, eight, nine, 10, 11... - Oh, it's you. Where's my mother?

She's making a pecan pie for me!

That figures.

Mother, Mother, I am ill.

Send for the doctor...

Who is it, Jessie?

Hello, Mama.

Well, I just swan. Marnie! If you're not the very limit.

I can't take in the way you jump around

all over the place like you do.

Boston, Massachusetts. Elizabeth, New Jersey.

I brought you some chrysanthemums.

Those gladiolus are brand fresh.

Miss Cotton brought them to me only last night.

I never could stand gladiolus. I'll get rid of these.

For land's sake... Marnie, now watch the dripping.

Here, Jessica, why don't you take these home to your mother?

She don't get home from work till 6:00.

I'm supposed to stay here till 6:00.

Well, take them out to the kitchen then. Just get rid of them.

Take them on out to the kitchen, Jessie, honey,

before they drip all over.

We could stand gladiolus!

I send you plenty of money, Mama.

You don't have to be a babysitter.

Well, whoever said I did have to? It's my pleasure.

That smart little old Jessie.

Marnie, if you could just hear some of the things that she says.

Oh, but I do.

Seems to me I get a report in exhaustive detail

on all the bright sayings of old Jessie Cotton.

What's more, every time I come home, she's roosting here.

I see that you've lighted up your hair, Marnie.

- A little. Why? Don't you like it? - No.

Too blonde hair always looks like a woman's trying to attract the men.

Men and a good name don't go together.

I brought you something, Mama.

Now what have you thrown good money away on?

Oh, Marnie.

You shouldn't spend all your money on me like you do.

But that's what money's for, to spend.

Like the Bible says, "Money answereth all things."

We don't talk smart about the Bible in this house, missy!

Well, I just swan! How do I wear it?

Like this. Real high up under the chin.

Oh, it's smart. It's very, very smart.

Going around buying fur pieces like they's nothing.

Mr. Pemberton gave me another raise.

I told Miss Cotton my daughter is private secretary to a millionaire.

He's as generous with her as if she was his very own daughter.

Miss Bernice, don't you want to get my hair brushed up

before my mommy gets home?

Well, I sure do, honey. You run up and get the brush.

Oh, that kid and her hair.

Puts me in mind of yours when you was little.

The color.

This side of the street don't get the afternoon sun.

My hip and my leg ache me something awful.

I got the hairbrush!

Uh, Marnie, mind my leg.

I never had time to take care of Marnie's hair

when she was a little kid like you.

- How come? - Oh, child!

Well, after I had my bad accident,

well, first I was sick so long, and then I had to work.

Didn't you all have a daddy either?

No, we didn't. We surely did not!

There. As pretty as brushing can make you.

Oh, sugarpop, it's 6:05. You better scat on home.

And you be sure to take your mama those glads.

How about my pie? How about my pecan pie?

I'll get it done tonight and bring it over to you.

Now, Jessie, you mind you go straight home.

Okay. Bye, Miss Bernice. See you later, Miss Bernice.

Do you really like the scarf, Mama? It's real mink.

Oh, there. You look just like an old man's darling.

No man ever give me anything so good.

We don't need men, Mama.

We can do very well for ourselves. Just you and me.

A decent woman don't have need for any man.

Look at you, Marnie. I told Miss Cotton, look at my girl Marnie.

She's too smart to go getting herself mixed up with men,

none of them.

Well, let's go on back to the kitchen. I've got to see to that pie.

Uh, Marnie, I've been thinking seriously

about asking Miss Cotton and Jessie to move in here with me.

Miss Cotton is a real nice woman.

She's decent. A hard-working woman with a little girl to raise.

Come on, Mama, why don't you just say what you mean?

What you want is for Jessie to come live with you.

Marnie, you oughtn't let yourself act jealous of a little old kid like that.

She don't bother me none. And we could always use extra money.

The Cottons are mighty decent people.

Why don't you love me, Mama?

I've always wondered why you don't.

Oh, you never give me one part of the love you give Jessie.

Mama.

Why do you always move away from me? Why? What's wrong with me?

Nothing! Nothing's wrong with you.

No. You don't think that.

You've always thought there was something

wrong with me, haven't you? Always!

I never.

My God! When I think of the things I've done to try to make you love me.

The things I've done!

What are you thinking now, Mama? About the things I've done?

What do you think they are? Things that aren't decent, is that it?

Why, you think I'm Mr. Pemberton's girl.

Is that why you don't want me to touch you?

Is that how you think I get the money to set you up?

I'm... I'm sorry, Mama.

I don't know what got into me talking like that.

I know you've never really thought anything bad about me.

No, I never.

Well, I'm sorry. I really am. I'll pick up the pecans.

No, uh, you go upstairs and lay down. You're all wore out.

I'll ask Jessie to come over and pick up the nuts.

All right.

After all, it is Jessie's pie, isn't it?

No, I don't want to. Mama, no!

Marnie, wake up. Marnie?

Don't make me move, Mama. It's too cold.

Wake up, Marnie. You're still dreaming.

Get washed up. Supper's ready.

I was having that old dream again. First the tapping and then...

I said, supper's ready.

It's always when you come to the door.

That's when the cold starts.

- Miss Clabon. - Good morning.

Is Mr. Ward in his office?

Yes, Mr. Rutland. He's interviewing for the new office assistant.

Rutland & Company is an old established publishing...

Oh, Mr. Rutland. This is Miss Blakely, Mr. Rutland.

Well, you'll hear from us, Miss Blakely, I'm sure.

- Thank you very much. - Thank you for your time, Mr. Ward.