Carefree Page #5

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Steve.

Tony. Aunt Cora.

- Prepare yourselves for a shock.

- She told you.

- Yes.

- What's up, Steve?

My congratulations, Tony.

You accomplished more in a week

than I did in two years.

- I admire the way you're taking it, Steve.

- Why not?

Amanda just told me

she's ready now to marry me.

- Amanda's going to what?

- Judge, I want you to marry us.

- Delighted, delighted.

- Congratulations, Steve.

Put that water down.

Henry, champagne.

Champagne for my friends.

- Amanda, come dance with me.

- Mind if I had this dance with Tony?

Good old Tony.

I should say I don't mind.

We'll have plenty of time

to dance later on.

Come on, Aunt Cora.

Oh, sit down, Joe.

Hold me close, Tony.

I have something to tell you.

Now, no matter what I say

or how it may affect you, smile.

Smile?

And keep smiling.

All right.

Something very unfortunate

has happened.

And you're mixed up in it.

It's my fault entirely.

I was trying to tell Steve

that I didn't want to marry him...

...because I wasn't in love with him.

Because I'm in love with you.

Smile, there's Steve.

What am I going to do?

I don't know.

Well, I can't hurt Steve,

and I just can't marry him.

Of course not.

In the meantime,

I think we'd both better smile.

Sit down, Joe.

You know, Steve, I think you and Amanda

should see me tomorrow in my office.

Say about 11:
00.

Oh, no. No more treatments.

Let's let well enough alone.

I think we'd better, Steve.

No, Tony, you've served

your purpose beautifully.

You've been a scientific Cupid.

I'm afraid I'll have to insist, Steve.

Well, as long as you insist.

And if it'll make you happy, old boy.

Amanda can see you in the morning.

- Good evening, Judge Travers.

- Oh, good evening, Grace.

Oh, sit down, Joe.

The doctor will be right out.

- Morning, Amanda. Miss Cooper.

- Morning.

- Good morning. Hello, Connors.

- Hi.

Well, Dr. Flagg, you were absolutely

right to have us all here...

...so you could explain to Steve.

Pity he had to shoot the judge.

I mean, for the finals

in the scat meet this morning.

- Mind if I spoke to your niece alone?

- Certainly not.

Connors, escort Miss Cooper

to her car...

...and wait till Amanda gets there.

She won't be long.

Don't hurry.

Since Mr. Connors is no longer confused,

maybe he'll prove entertaining.

Sure, but I gotta have

a deck of cards.

Please sit down, Amanda.

Amanda...

...that dream you told me about,

it wasn't true, was it?

No, Tony.

You dreamed about me, didn't you?

Yes, Tony.

And as a result of that dream,

you thought you loved me.

Yes, Tony.

Dreams are very curious things, Amanda.

Very often, the dream fantasy

makes things seem true to the dreamer...

...when in reality,

they have no basis in fact.

When we first met, there was a confusion

in your mind regarding Steve.

When you agreed to our first experiment,

you felt you could be helped by me.

Now, since we learn to depend on those

we are confident can help us...

...it's not at all unusual for that temporary

dependence to be mistaken for love.

In your frame of mind at that time...

...you would've fallen in love

with any doctor.

That's understandable, isn't it?

What's wrong, Amanda?

I guess that I'm just worried about Steve,

that's all.

- Do you still have confidence in me?

- Yes, Tony.

Will you do as I ask?

Yes, Tony.

You just sit here.

Keep your eyes fixed on this light.

Now you're feeling sleepy.

Very sleepy.

Yes, Tony.

Your eyes are growing heavy, Amanda.

Close them.

Close them.

Now you're asleep.

You're fast asleep.

You're in a trance now.

I will bring you out of it shortly.

You will act and be perfectly normal

in every respect...

...except that you will have

these new thoughts...

...which I am about

to put in your mind.

You will remember everything

I'm about to tell you.

Now, repeat after me

everything I say:

I love Stephen.

I'm going to marry Stephen.

I love Stephen.

I'm going to marry Stephen.

Dr. Flagg is a horrible monster.

Dr. Flagg is a horrible monster.

Men like him

should be shot down like dogs.

Men like him

should be shot down like dogs.

I love Stephen. I don't love Tony.

I love Stephen. I don't love Tony.

Tony doesn't love me.

Tony doesn't love me.

Tony doesn't love me.

Tony doesn't love me.

- That's enough.

- That's enough.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

What are you acting so silly about?

You don't love that girl.

Oh, yes, you do.

Who said that?

Your subconscious mind.

You know, the one that never sleeps.

If you had any sense, you'd psychoanalyze

yourself and admit you love her.

Nonsense.

What a cluck you are, Tony.

- Why?

- Why?

Because you're so dumb

you didn't realize...

...she was crying

because she's in love with you.

- You really believe that?

- Certainly.

If you doctors

weren't such wise guys...

...you'd forget your textbooks

once in a while.

What do you think I ought to do?

Go in there and take back those

silly ideas you just put in her head.

Yes, and then what?

Then kiss her, you dope.

I think maybe

you've got something there.

I must go to Stephen.

I must drive to Stephen.

All right,

but Dr. Flagg told me to stick around...

...so I'll sit in the rumble seat.

Medwick Country Club,

as fast as you can make it.

Pull.

Dead a pair.

Quiet. Quiet, please.

Quiet, please.

Please. Please, please, please.

Thank you.

Good luck, judge.

Thank you, Steve. Same to you.

You're going to need it.

Stephen.

I must see Stephen.

- Are you ready, gentlemen?

- Pull.

Dead a pair.

Connors. Of all the silly things.

Come out of there.

Honestly, men are such cowards,

hiding like that.

You'll feel better

after you buy me a drink.

- Pull.

- Stephen!

- No birds.

- This is no place for you, Amanda.

- From now on, my place is with Stephen.

- Amanda, darling.

Oh, fiddle-fuddle.

He's a horrible monster.

Men like him

should be shot down like dogs.

I'm sorry, judge,

I don't think she meant you.

- Stephen, I wanna do everything you do.

- That's fine, but right now I want to shoot.

Sorry, judge.

Pull.

- Amanda, you're wonderful.

- So are you, Stephen.

- Did you see that, judge?

- See it? Those are my birds!

Don't lose your temper.

There are plenty more.

Don't lose my temper?

My best hat, a real Tyrollean.

Amanda, this is no time to shoot hats.

I'm sorry, judge.

Thank you, sir.

Amanda. Amanda.

Men like him

should be shot down like dogs.

- Put that gun down, Amanda.

- Amanda.

That's my gun. It's loaded.

Look out, Stephen,

I don't wanna shoot you.

- Put that gun down.

- Put that gun down, Amanda.

- You'll hurt somebody.

- That gun's loaded.

- Look out.

- What...?

- Put that gun down.

- Look out!

Why don't you take that gun

away from her?

What's that?

A thing called scat.

They play it with guns.

What's everybody running for?

Probably one of the silly rules.

Please, please, please.

- What's the matter with Amanda?

- She's never acted like this before.

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