Jimmy P. Page #7

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And he's a thief.

Well, he does without religion.

And you're afraid of

becoming a thief or a drunk?

I drink.

But I'm not a drunk.

You seem uncomfortable.

You're not afraid of me?

Not that I know of.

I would have preferred,

liked it much better

if you had told me about it...

I mean, about

your getting drunk the other night.

I don't care about

your getting plastered.

Why be afraid to tell me?

Alcohol has nothing to do

with my headaches.

Hell, maybe I'm just plain crazy...

- You never were crazy.

- Okay.

Then why am I in this ward?

You know, on the reservation

we have an "Indian agent"

to tell us what to do.

I have lived all my life

under that sh*t.

Then I come here,

to the Winter Hospital,

and it's even worse.

I got to get away from all that.

If a man keeps on taking these things,

as time goes on,

they pile up.

And one day it gets to be too much.

Like you said:

it pours out in the

weakest part of the body.

It's like...

pounding

in one spot.

And that spot would be my head.

I'm glad you're longer

scared of criticizing me.

I was waiting for this.

The day after tomorrow at four?

Whenever you want.

I'm the one who's locked up here.

Do you need some help?

My dear...

- Can I take it?

- Well, be my guest.

I woke up drunk.

I've been such a good

soldier up to now, haven't I?

You will be a big hit on the boat.

Doctor Devereux!

My handsome Indian:

My fondest thoughts for you.

I should say goodbye

more tenderly, but...

I forgot which words to use.

I'm abandoning you.

You will soon be a learned doctor.

You'll find a good American wife.

Go for the rich one.

But never forget to

what extent I am the

most precious part of you.

Never severe the delicate

thread that binds us.

We can never forget the

radiant love which was ours.

Will you come and visit me one day...

What nonsense I'm writing here?

You, crossing the

sea, just to see me.

Write to me!

For the love of God,

write to me often.

Madeleine.

Yeah, if we find he's

in perfect health,

I'll have to tell the BA.

What Dr. Braatoy means is,

would your rather get well

or keep your pension?

Without the headaches,

I'm fine.

Good!

As soon as the guy

hears that his pension is cut,

troubles come back.

You're fit, Chief!

Sir.

My name is Jim.

You call me Jim, not Chief.

Miss. I was supposed to

get a check from accounting.

Oh. We have all

the time in the world.

Don't worry, son. I'll take some

blood as soon as I have a second.

They might be closing soon and I'm

afraid they're not opened on Saturday.

They're open Saturday

mornings, sure, I promise.

I'll get my test and you'll

get your check tomorrow.

You can paint the town red!

Accounting Office Hours

Mister!

Are you sick?

Mister, you want me to call a nurse?

Oh Lord!

Well, it's the lungs not his heart.

You think you can get up?

I was half asleep

and the pain was big.

It felt my heart was gonna stop.

I didn't move an inch.

Little by little the pain went away.

Don't know what caused it.

You don't have heart trouble.

I'm sure of that.

Maybe it was the way

the doctor talked to me.

What about this nurse? You

told me something about her.

You wanted to withdraw your money...

Maybe the nurse doesn't know that

the place was closed on Saturdays.

But she has been here

long enough to know.

I thought it was maybe

a test or doctor's orders.

It wasn't doctor's orders.

You just can't fight with a woman.

Can you?

Don't mix me up.

It's not right to yell at women.

But you yelled at me

for this religion thing.

But you gave this nurse

the benefit of the doubt

because she is a woman.

Umm, I swallowed my anger.

Suppose two goddess

did the same bad thing.

One is ugly, the other one is pretty.

What do you think of

more excuses were?

Same for both.

I'm afraid, that for myself,

I would blame the ugly one.

You are strange!

The truth is,

that when I got to

the Accounting Office,

I was mad.

But the anger lasted only a few seconds.

Yes, and then you fell apart.

So this attack came on because

I'm afraid to hurt the nurse?

Not with the front part of your mind.

With the back of my mind.

Two factors :

The fear that you could hurt women...

and the fear that

they could hurt you.

Remember, to be angry is good.

Relapses are good!

Life will still happen to you.

Later on if ever the

headache comes back,

figure it out.

I know myself better

than anyone else does.

You taught me that.

Soldier Picard!

Well?

Can we have the next dance?

So you remembered my address?

Well, I was walking around and...

just like that, came back to me.

Well, fancy that!

- Oh, that's nice.

- Hand made with my hands.

I like you.

You're gentle,

you don't play tough!

Don't bet on it, sweetheart.

You don't seem that crazy to me.

Nope.

So, after you get

out of the bug-house,

you want to stay around?

Maybe I'll head to Seattle.

There are lots of Indians up there.

- Work the shipyards.

- Shipyards?

And tonight.

You gonna stay around?

No way, young lady.

- Are you sure?

- Yup.

Well... it's taking him

quite a while to calm down.

Mr. Picard.

We are here to discuss the

results of your treatment.

Jimmy, do you have any

thoughts you'd like to share with us?

I don't know what to say.

The symptoms originally

presented by the patient,

have probably vanished.

Yes, and we're all happy to see

how much insight

Jimmy has gained.

At Mr. Devereux

request a neurosurgeon

and I will perform one last procedure.

Hello Jim, if the oxy-encephalogram

goes without a hitch,

you'll be on the train

home next Thursday.

Fellows, if these

walls could only talk.

You have both come a long way.

And we had to dig down deep.

- Jimmy?

- Yes, sir...

I've been thinking.

You seem to have learned

so much here at Winter.

I think you'd make a

big psychiatric aide!

Would you consider

staying on with us?

Well, I...

I need to spend some

time at home, first.

Go on. Sure.

Just keep it in mind.

We are very proud.

I feel like all my

complexes have disappeared.

"Complexes"?

Where did you pick up that word?

Oh, I think you said so.

Maybe Dr. Holt.

No, I never use that word!

I'm afraid of big word.

Homely words bring things closer.

Would it help to have a

name for what ailed you?

Well, if there's no word,

you can make up one.

Actually we have a word.

"Psychic Trauma."

It's a Greek word.

It just means:

"soul pain."

My friend, your soul was in pain.

You know, last week

I went downtown.

And I met that girl.

I figure I tried myself out.

- Did you made love?

- Yes.

- So, no trouble in the penis department?

- Oh, no.

That's terrific.!

Are you going to see this girl again?

She's nice, she's a Pawnee.

But I'd better stay away from her.

I have the results.

You don't have a cholesteatoma.

You are in perfect health.

That's great.

Oh, that's great.

You seem sad.

I'm glad I met you.

You kept your promises.

Thank you.

I am glad we got together.

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