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the house and the lake frontage.

Enough for an income

for Joyce and me.

If the buyer takes the Brightwood acreage,

the hospital will be in good shape too.

It's about time your life turned.

It's ironic... I've never been to Europe,

and when I go, I won't be able to see it.

But what a place to open your eyes.

I have to leave by the end of

the month for Switzerland.

I'll miss you two, for a long time.

Heck, Helen. I'll write.

Heck, Helen. I'll write.

Switzerland sounds dreamy! You can get

a Swiss watch and learn to yodel!

She's practically lived on the beach.

This Robinson must be a dreamboat.

- Haven't you met him yet?

- She's keeping him all to herself.

I think it's wonderful. It looks as if

they really mean a lot to each other.

You know, it's very strange

knowing you only like this.

So well, it seems, and yet...

I've never seen your face.

- Hi, Joyce!

- Hi, Judy!

- Any room left on the beach for us?

- Sure. You kiddin'?

Helen, the news sounds just wonderful,

but I'm afraid I have to go.

Oh, no. No, don't go. It's Joyce, and

now you'll have a chance to meet her.

Joyce!

Happy Sunday, Helen.

Joyce dragged me along.

At long last, everybody. This is

Joyce Phillips, Tom Masterson,

and this is Robbie Robinson I've

been telling you so much about.

- Hello.

- How do you do, Mr... Robinson?

How do you do?

I'm sorry. I'm just on my way to the

village. I'm glad to have met you.

Don't forget tomorrow.

Goodbye, Helen.

Goodbye.

- Mr Robinson!

- Joyce!

Could I ask you a favour?

- Tom!

- Yes, Helen?

- Tom, what's wrong?

- Why, nothing, Helen.

- What is this?

- Look, Joyce, you don't understand.

I sure don't. Hasn't she had enough trouble

from you without this fantastic lie?

Believe me, I'm only trying to make

her life a little less lonely.

Fine. Wouldn't it be wonderful for her to

fall in love with someone named Robinson

and then open her eyes

and see that it's you?

That would make us all glad

we're living, wouldn't it?

Get out, Merrick. Get out

of her life and stay out.

So long, pardner!

- Goodbye, Helen.

- Goodbye, Tom.

Come on, Helen.

- Goodbye, Tom.

- Goodbye, Nancy.

Hurry up, Joyce.

I love you, darling.

I'm coming.

- Bye, darling.

- Goodbye, dear.

Hello, Merrick.

Everything's going to be all right.

Now, Mrs Phillips, tell me

if you see a little light.

Do you?

No.

Do you notice a light now?

No, I'm sorry, gentlemen.

Mrs Phillips, do you

have headaches?

Yes.

Constantly, or periodically?

- Periodically.

- Mm-hm.

Where?

In the back of my head.

Any dizzy spells?

Occasionally.

Difficulties in walking?

No... No.

Well, I think that

does it for today.

Well, Doctors? What's the verdict?

You must be patient, Mrs

Phillips, you know.

There are tests and tests.

We are making progress.

But I did distinguish some light yesterday,

and it was the same test, wasn't it?

What does it mean?

If you can bear with us, madame,

in time we'll find out.

Oh, I don't know how

they dare call this tea.

Back home it'd be a

six-course lunch.

Why did I ever memorise

that calorie chart?

I'm glad that's finished. Now I'm

only three letters behind Tom.

- Want some tea, dear?

- Yes, thank you, Nancy.

- Joyce?

- Yes?

I'd like to send a note to Robbie Robinson,

if it wouldn't be too much trouble.

Well, no.

- Aren't you tired? It can wait, can't it?

- You should rest and relax,

- not worry about your social obligations.

- It's no obligation. He'll be interested.

And I want it to make the next

plane... just a note, Joyce.

And you can say...

that the tests have started

and we're all very optimistic.

And, uh... tell him

that I miss him...

and to say hello to Judy...

and the only part of Switzerland that

we've encountered is a hospital.

is a hospital.

How do you explain it, Doctor? Her letter

sounds so optimistic, yet your reports...

Now, now, Bob. How long has

she been there? A few weeks?

Only Fuss and Hofer

have seen her so far.

Naturally their reports to us

are going to sound cautious.

Cautious? I'd say they

were pessimistic.

Don't worry so much. Everything which

can be done for her is being done.

I know.

After all, we never anticipated more

than a medical possibility, did we?

A medical possibility.

Mrs Phillips! Good morning.

- You're Dr Fuss?

- Yes. Dr Fuss.

- Please, sit down, Mrs Phillips.

- Oh, and you're Dr Hofer.

- Jawohl.

- Good morning, madame.

- And you're Dr Lehman.

- You're right.

You see? I'm beginning

to recognise all of you.

Well, at long last, the great day.

I want you to know that

I've shot the works, too.

That's American slang. That

means a new dress, a new hat...

Now I want to know when you're going

to make a new girl out of me.

Mrs Phillips, you have been close

to medicine for a few years.

You know the relationship

of doctor and patient.

You know that there is very little to

be gained by not facing the facts.

Why, of course.

By all means, face the facts.

What are they?

We are very sorry, Mrs Phillips,

but we are agreed that, for the

present, we can do nothing.

No operation?

- Nothing?

- We've searched every avenue, I believe.

That's not to say there is no hope.

In a case like yours, after

several years sometimes...

Several years, Doctor?!

We feel that it would be unwise and

unkind to submit you to surgery now.

But you know that I'll let you experiment

if there's any chance at all...

the longest chance in the world.

We regret to say, but the

indications are not there.

Oh.

Well, if the indications

aren't there, then...

I guess that's that.

You've done everything

that you could.

It was a gamble.

We all knew that it was

a gamble and I just...

well, I just lost, that's all.

But... I want to thank you.

I want to thank you for

being so kind to me and...

and giving me all your time.

I really can't thank you enough.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

- And...

- Goodbye, Mrs Phillips.

The last must be Dr Lehman.

My child...

I am so sorry.

Well, I... I thought I was

going to get rid of these.

Isn't it nice that... that

I didn't throw them away?

She's sound asleep.

What has she done that

all this happens to her?

Golly. How she took it today...

I don't know how she stands

up under everything.

If it happened to me, I'd go to pot

in a handbasket. I think I'd even...

I'm proud of you, Joyce.

It hasn't been an easy

year for you either.

Well, I'll go get these drops and

this new prescription filled.

- Nancy, do me a favour.

- Of course. What?

Stay away from here for a while

and relax yourself for a change.

All right. I do need some fresh air.

I'll be back in an hour.

- Darling. I thought you were asleep.

- I heard the door. Was it Nancy?

Yes. She went out for a while. I can get

you one of your pills and some hot milk.

Joyce, I don't need any sleep.

Oh, yes, I do too.

It's so awful in bed.

It's funny, but... the

night-time is the worst time.

It does get darker, you know.

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