Donovan's Brain Page #4

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Why don't you

stop fooling yourself?

You're not kidding me.

You don't believe

that Donovan and Cory

have arrived

at a meeting of minds?

Not in a million years.

You're blind, Schratt.

Report, please.

Constant glow,

same as when you left.

Fabulous. Look.

See the difference?

Now look at the oscillograph.

See? The brain

is falling asleep.

That's good.

Let's go in

the living room, hmm?

All right, dear.

Pat, Frank and I had a long talk

when you were out.

Oh?

We decided that you're

carrying this thing too far.

Too far?

Oh, darling, this is

only the beginning.

Do you remember our conversation

when you came in?

Conversation?

Hmm. Very vaguely.

And you think that's the sign

of a healthy mind?

Look, pat, we're both doctors.

We understand autosuggestion,

self-hypnosis.

Darling, don't you see?

The limp, the tone of voice.

You're imitating Donovan

subconsciously,

even to practicing his signature

with your left hand.

Oh, Jan, please.

We read you every detail

of Donovan's life,

and you're so anxious

to see this crazy

experiment succeed...

What do I have to do

to convince you both

this Donovan business

is on the level?

You'll never convince me.

I expect you any day

to send me out

for a box of $2 cigars.

You told us that it

was an experiment,

an investigation

of human emotions.

It is.

A search for happiness.

It is all those things,

but human emotions exist

way deep in the mind.

So far I've only managed

a superficial communication

with the brain.

Oh, you're off your rocker, pal.

You're way past the brain.

You're looking for the soul.

You're out of your department.

That's why I tell you

you're kidding yourself,

and if you're not,

if you are on the level,

then you're trying to play god.

Oh, Frank.

You know I couldn't have

gotten this far without...

God's help.

That wins this round,

chum, but you wait.

Uh, did you measure

today's increase in size?

No, not yet.

I better do it.

I'll be back in a few minutes.

He seems so Sincere.

The mind's a funny thing, Jan.

This Jekyll and Hyde

thing, it's weird.

You want me to end it?

How do you mean?

You tell me when,

and we'll have an accident.

A fuse in the garage will pop,

and 5 minutes later,

we'll bury Donovan's brain.

Much as I'd like it,

I want pat to be

the one to say when.

Janice, pack my suitcase.

And I'll want the tape recorder.

Where are you going?

To the city.

Why? For how long?

When did you...

Please don't interrupt

my train of thought.

While I'm away, increase

nourishment to the brain...

Half a pint a day.

Frank, order a taxi,

then call the airport

and charter a private plane.

Yes, sir?

Suite 612, if it's not occupied.

612? It's available.

For how long?

A week at least.

Possibly longer.

Dr. Cory? It's nice

having you with us.

Incidentally, the rate

on 612 is 75 a day.

My friend Mr. w.H. Donovan

said the rate would be 50.

Oh. That was

for Mr. Donovan.

Confidential, we thought.

However...

However, the rate will be $50.

Have the boy

take my bags upstairs.

I'll be back later.

Hi, doc. Remember me?

Hey, don't tell me

you forgot herbie yocum.

Oh. Hello, yocum.

I just telephoned your house.

Thought maybe I'd run out

and pay you a visit,

but the missus said

you were checking in here.

Call me here later

this afternoon, yocum.

I'm late for an appointment now.

Yeah, sure.

You'll have to see

the manager... Mr. mcnish.

Mr. mcnish?

Yes?

I was sent to you about this.

Effie.

You have identification, doctor?

Yes, certainly.

Effie, will you get me

the signature card

of the Roger hinds account

and the ledger sheet, please.

Yes, sir.

Have you known

Mr. hinds long, doctor?

Does it matter?

Well, as a matter of fact,

to my knowledge,

he's never been in the bank.

Naturally, we're

a bit curious about him.

All his deposits and withdrawals

have been made by mail.

We all have our idiosyncrasies,

Mr. mcnish.

How do you wish to have

this cashed, doctor?

Mostly thousands, some hundreds,

and a few fifties.

Well, that will just

about close the account.

I wouldn't know about that.

You have an office

here in the city, doctor?

No, I'm visiting

at the town house.

I see.

Well, here you are,

sir. $27,000.

May I have an envelope, please?

Certainly, sir.

And if you'd care

to open an account...

No, thank you,

Mr. mcnish.

Good day, sir.

Get me the treasury department,

bureau of investigation...

A Mr. Brooke. Yes.

Do you have

this equipment on hand?

Yeah, I think so.

I want immediate delivery

to that address.

If you don't have

a truck, hire one.

I don't know about that.

I'll pay double

the usual hauling rate,

with a $100 bonus

for the men on the truck.

How much do I owe you?

I'll have to figure it out.

A rough guess

will be good enough.

Well, I'd say, uh,

with the tax...

It'd be pretty close to $8,000.

Your firm will absorb the tax,

or I'll use

my professional connections

to make the purchase

wholesale, understand?

Have the driver give

the change to Mrs. Cory.

$50 of that is for you.

What can I do for you, sir?

I was sent

by w.H. Donovan.

Do you have any blue serge

with a thin pinstripe?

Yes, sir.

We certainly do.

We had just ordered a bolt

especially

for Mr. Donovan

shortly before...

The accident.

I'll take half a dozen suits.

Certainly, sir.

I want the first one

in the morning.

That's impossible, sir.

Not if you put

one tailor on the coat,

another on the trousers,

and have both work all night!

Now, let's get on

with my measurements.

Mr. Nathaniel Fuller,

please.

Mr. Fuller

is in conference.

He'll be tied up

until after lunch.

Tell him a friend

of w.H. Donovan

wants to see him.

Say it's urgent.

But...

Go on.

Excuse me, Mr. Fuller,

but there's a gentleman here...

A friend of

Mr. w.H. Donovan's.

Says it's urgent.

Who is he?

Dr. Patrick Cory.

Dr. Patrick Cory.

Cory?

Tell him to come back

some other time.

Fuller, I have a message for you

from Warren Donovan.

You'll see me now.

Sorry, Mr. Fuller.

Have

Mr. Cory come in.

The first door.

Now, Mr. Cory,

what is so urgent?

It's Dr. Cory.

Mr. Fuller, I want you

to put through a phone call

to Mr. Donovan's

Washington connection.

Tell him to leave

Washington tonight by plane.

You and he will be in my suite,

612 at the town house,

at 11:
00 tomorrow morning.

I don't know what you're

talking about, Dr. Cory.

Do you know who I am?

Frankly, no.

Mr. Donovan

died in my home.

Oh, that's right.

No wonder your name

sounded slightly familiar.

However, I doubt

if Mr. Donovan's connection,

as you refer to him,

would drop his official duties

and come out here

on my say-so.

He will when you tell him

that certain checks,

endorsed by him,

are in my possession.

He still wants them, doesn't he?

Now, see here,

Dr. Cory.

Yes, Mr. Fuller?

Do you recognize

the handwriting?

Yes, but...

Then follow my instructions,

Mr. Fuller.

Aren't there certain checks

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