Kings Row Page #9

I know all about you and your operations!

You're going to bed at once.

- I will not, I'm going to tell.

- Louise, listen to me,

I cannot permit my daughter

to make an hysterical spectacle of herself.

Now, go to your room

and don't you come out of it again

until you have my permission.

I will tell, I will tell, I will tell. I'll tell them!

This is enough of your willful tantrum.

If you persist,

there's one thing I shall have to do.

- What?

- If you utter one more word

of the kind of nonsense

I've heard from you,

I shall commit you to an asylum.

You wouldn't dare.

I've only to go to that telephone

in the hall there and have you in a cell,

behind bars in one hour.

- I'm not crazy and you know it.

- I don't know anything of the sort.

You mean, you actually think...

You really...

I could think nothing else

when you make these insane accusations.

- I'll go.

- That's better.

And stay in your room

until I say you can come out.

Yes, sir.

Can you make out for an hour or two

until the night nurse comes on?

- Yes, I know what to do.

- Good night, then.

You ought to go out for some fresh air.

I've got to be here when he finds out.

Sit down and have some supper, child.

Please drink some coffee.

You haven't slept for three nights.

He's going to get well,

the doctor promised that.

I know what you're thinking.

Even if he does get well,

how is he going to make out now.

I wish you wouldn't talk about it.

I want you to hear what I've got to say.

You want to keep Drake here, don't you?

That's what you want, ain't it, Randy?

- Randy.

- Yes, Tod?

He's waking up, I think.

Did the doctor say to give him

another injection this evening?

- No, I'll go to him and talk...

- Randy wants to keep Drake here.

Gee, that's fine.

You got to have somebody

to look after him.

Oh, Randy, what's the matter, sis?

Drake hasn't got any money.

Almost none, anyway.

- Money?

- Yes, he's just got a few dollars.

Well, he don't need any, does he?

Oh, sis.

Randy! Randy!

Randy! Where's the rest of me?

- Drake.

- Randy!

Yes, Drake?

It was that accident.

Yes, dear, but don't talk about it, yet.

Parris.

- Herr Mitchell.

- Dr. Candell just sent for me.

Letter came for you, special delivery,

thought it might be important.

Thanks, Heinrich.

Come in.

- Good afternoon, Mitchell.

- Good afternoon, sir.

- I beg your pardon, letter from home.

- Home?

That's some little hamlet

in North America, I believe.

Yes, sir.

- Care to read it?

- Oh, no, later.

Mitchell, we've liked your work here.

It may please you to know

that you will graduate

with one of the best records

of our recent history.

Really, sir?

Another thing may please you.

At least, I hope it does.

I've been talking to some of the others.

We plan to expand our

department of Psychiatric Research here.

It gives us satisfaction

to offer you a post with us.

Me?

Of course,

if you want time to think it over.

- No indeed, you might change your minds.

- Good.

You begin immediately. The summer term.

And, if you care to celebrate tonight,

they say that that new dancer

at the Hotel Crillon is divine.

Drake.

This first sentence.

"You and Randy stick together

until I get there."

Yes, I know it by heart.

Of course, he doesn't understand

I haven't any money.

Even selling the house

is only a few hundred dollars.

So?

Oh, for Pete's sake, Randy,

I can't ever earn anymore.

So, I thought...

Well, I remembered that

if you have just a little money that...

Well, I've heard there are homes

that you can get into.

Drake McHugh.

Don't do that, Randy, I'd be all right.

I'm going to see to it that you are.

Listen, Drake,

I didn't ask to come into your life, did I?

No.

All right, but then you owe me something.

You owe me yourself.

- Drake, are you all right?

- Yes.

I guess I don't get it through my head

just what you want.

I want you to trust yourself entirely to me

for a while, until you're up and around...

You see, honey,

I can't ever be up and around.

What has happened is terrible,

but you're alive.

- That's a lot of good.

- You're alive and I love you.

I'm going to tell you something,

and I want you to listen until I've finished.

Then you can talk if you want to,

but I want my say first.

It's first of all, what Parris said there

in the cablegram.

"You and Randy stick together

until I get there."

We're going to do that,

but I'd made up my mind about it

a long time before this happened.

Then after you got hurt,

I just had to figure out how, that was all.

Remember once you said something

about marrying me?

Well, I got mad

because I guess I'd been a little hurt.

I knew you'd never thought about it

until just then.

Then I shouldn't be blaming you

even that much.

You never thought about much of anything

in those days until you had to.

Then, later on you came down here.

Remember the morning

you came to ask Pa to help you get a job?

Well, I made up my mind that day

that I'd marry you,

as soon as the right time came around.

I guess I was convinced inside by then

that you did wanna marry me.

I knew I wanted to marry you...

- Randy, for Pete's sake, I...

- Hush, you were to listen.

So, now the right time has come.

We'll get married,

and then we'll work out some way

what we'll do afterwards.

- Randy.

- I won't listen.

I'm going to cable Parris now and tell him.

He'll be glad, Drake.

Of course, Randy,

it is a ghastly and terrible tragedy,

particularly to have happened to Drake.

He lived by his freedom and independence.

He will feel, probably already feels,

that he's lost both.

It'll be your problem

to restore them to him.

Repairs to the body can sometimes

be made in a short space of time.

The injury to the mind,

to what is called the psyche,

this takes longer.

The psychic injuries strike at his pride,

his initiative,

and we shall have to save them

if we're to save Drake.

Never when I decided

to become a psychiatrist

did I imagine I'd be writing

my first prescription

for my dearest friend.

As soon as he's well enough,

he must find an interest

outside of himself.

Some job to do that will force him

to depend upon himself

and make his own decisions.

The helpless invalid complex

must be avoided at all cost.

In fact, he must be made to feel that

since he was making a living for himself

he will, of course, go on making a living.

I've written to the bank

instructing them to turn over to you

the small Tower estate that was left me.

Use it to make some sort

of a new beginning for you.

I don't care if it's real estate

or chicken farming,

so long as it is something

that will take his mind off himself

and make him realize

that he's still some use in this world.

I feel so helpless being way over here.

I rely on you.

You must obey my instructions faithfully.

Dear friend, Parris,

I don't know what I'd do

without your daily letters.

I think I'm just beginning to see

what you're trying to accomplish.

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