High Wall Page #4
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- 1947
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Many things.
So far, I have not
been able to determine
whether he's doing it
deliberately or not.
He's consistently refused
consent to narcosynthesis.
Ann, everything you say supports
the district attorney's contention.
He refuses narcosynthesis because he
knows the drug will force him to tell us
the thing he's trying
to conceal.
He deliberately planned to murder
his wife and plead temporary insanity.
Now let's have
the patient in.
You may go in now, Mr. Kenet.
Good morning.
Sit down, Mr. Kenet.
Thank you.
We've had you in for
a few routine questions.
Let's have them,
Doctor.
Prior to your operation here,
you suffered lapses of memory.
You haven't filled in
those gaps yet, have you?
I don't know whether I have or not.
Is it that you can't remember,
or you don't want to remember?
Look, Doctor, I've regained
my health and my sanity,
thanks
to you people.
There's only one more
thing you can do for me-
turn me
over for trial.
I see you refuse to
submit to narcosynthesis.
Yes, sir.
There's
nothing to fear.
It's merely a mild
injection of sodium pentothol
to stimulate your memory.
Don't you think it would be helpful
to fill in those memory lapses?
Helpful to whom?
I'm sorry, Doctor. That's
the way I'd prefer it.
That's my legal
right, isn't it?
Yes, it is.
But tell us, Mr. Kenet,
why are you so intent
upon an immediate trial?
Well, I thought it out
this way. Guilty or not,
I'll be out of here and
able to handle my finances
and provide
for my son's future.
That's the only
important thing.
Do you love your son
a great deal?
Yes, sir.
Would you like to see him?
Can I?
When can I see him?
Right now, Mr. Kenet.
He's in there.
No, he isn't there. This is just
a trick, a test to see what I'd do.
He's in there, Mr. Kenet.
Why did you bring him here?
What kind of
a place is this anyway?
You can't push people
around like this!
What kind
of Doctors are you?!
No. I'm sorry.
I didn't mean it.
It's just that I...
Well, you understand.
It's better
if I don't see him.
I wouldn't know
how to explain to him.
You see, he's only 6.
Excuse me, please.
Doctor, they won't
give me anything to eat.
I must speak to you privately, Doctor.
Doctor, has the board reached
a decision about me yet?
You'll be leaving
here presently, Mr. Kenet.
I know you, Dr. poward.
I know you.
Won't you make
them give me back my eroica?
When am I going
to leave, Doctor? Today?
No. Not that soon.
There's still some tests to make.
What's the delay?
Mr. Kenet, there are 2,500
patients in this institution
and only 12 Doctors.
Dr. lorrison will get
around to you in due time.
How are my
brain waves, Josephine?
Oh, just fine.
How much longer is this
going to take, Doctor?
These tests
may seem routine,
but they are necessary
to complete my report.
Don't be impatient.
Another 3 or 4 days.
3 or 4 days. For what?
Ever since the operation,
there's been no question about
me mentally or physically.
Except for those
memory lapses, Mr. Kenet.
Nobody expects me
to remember things
that happened when I was out
of my mind. No mind, no memory.
That's going to be your
line of defense, isn't it?
Well, memory of things
that happened before surgery
could be a liability.
Sit down, Mr. Kenet. We're
going to record muscular control
and neuromuscular
coordination.
Hold these, please. Try to
keep the pressure the same.
You grip, relax.
Grip, relax. Ready?
First the left hand.
Grip, relax.
Grip, relax.
All right, now the right one, please.
Grip, relax.
Good. Now both hands.
Grip, relax.
Grip... what's the matter, Mr. Kenet?
Something seems to be
disturbing you. What is it?
I don't know.
Is something bothering you?
Could it happen in a single second?
What, Mr. Kenet?
Could you strangle someone
in just one second?
Boy.
Elevator boy.
Coming.
Oh, cronner.
Glad
to see you back.
You've been sick,
haven't you?
My arthritis.
Flat on my back
for over 3 weeks.
That was your secretary who got
herself murdered by her husband,
wasn't it, Mr. Whitcombe?
Oh, terrible thing.
You know, that happened
the same night I got sick.
I recognized your pictures
in the newspapers.
I even read all about how you
told the police she worked for you
and what
a fine woman she was.
Yes.
Could
we start up now?
When I got up this
morning, I said to myself,
"I'm going to ask
Mr. Whitcombe's advice."
What is it, cronner?
My Doctor said to me,
"Henry, you're never
going to get better
"in those drafty halls
and in that elevator.
"What you need
is Florida or California,
warm sand
and plenty of sunshine."
I says, "that takes money,
lots of money."
This is my floor.
you, Mr. Whitcombe, is this:
Do you think I ought
to go to the police?
The police
for your arthritis?
Mr. Whitcombe, I'm a man
who knows things,
not only what it says in the
papers, but what it doesn't say.
But at the same time,
I'm a man who says that
one hand washes the other.
That's why I thought
you ought to know
what the Doctor said to me
about going to Florida.
Cronner, the penalty for
blackmail in this state
is very severe.
This is my floor.
I said,
this is my floor.
Which is my visitor?
That little guy over there.
Remember me, Mr. Kenet?
Henry cronner-
the janitor at 106 maple.
Yes.
You know, you and me
have a lot in common-
you facing
the electric chair
and my arthritis
killing me.
Just what do you want,
Mr. Cronner?
Me? I don't want
nothing but justice.
I followed your whole
case in the papers,
and, you know,
they never
mentioned anything
about the three of you
being in the apartment.
You're interested, huh?
I might be.
What have you got?
Uh-uh.
Like my arthritis,
everything costs money, Mr. Kenet.
You know the old saying-
one hand washes the other.
I'm not permitted to handle
my own money at present,
but I'll
be out of here
and in the county jail in a few days.
All right.
Wait a minute. Can't you just
tell me what it's all about?
If I tell you,
I won't have it anymore.
See you in the county jail,
Mr. Kenet.
Come on, partner.
Delaney, could you get
Dr. lorrison for me?
I'd like to see her
right away.
It's Wednesday,
her day off.
Leave a message to see me
first thing in the morning.
Take it easy, pal.
Tomorrow's Thursday.
She'll be at the children's
clinic until 3:
00.All right, as soon
as she gets here.
Cronner...
Oh, good evening, Mr. Whitcombe.
Good evening.
I've been thinking about the
problem of your arthritis.
I'm going to make you a
loan of a few hundred dollars
to take you
to Florida.
I shall want you to
pay me back, of course,
but at
your convenience.
We can't cure anything for a few
hundred dollars, Mr. Whitcombe.
Arthritis is something you
can't get rid of quick or cheap.
Some people understand,
like the fella I met
over in the nuthouse today.
He's doing fine now.
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