On A Clear Day You Can See Forever Page #2

And that's why I busted on

your lecture, so I could meet you...

What else do you do?

Come on, you can trust me.

Well...

...sometimes...

...I do get the feeling when

the phone's gonna ring.

Or when someone' s

gonna drop in.

So I wait.

And sometimes I can tell

when people

are thinking about me,

so I'll go to see them.

I mean, you know, if I like them.

And

that's about all.

No.

That's all. That's all.

I make flowers grow.

- You make flowers grow?

- Fast. I mean, fast.

And how do you do that?

I don't know.

Doctor, about these cigarettes...

Well, why don't you

just make them disappear.

I don't blame you.

I know it sounds...

It sounds so silly.

Well, never mind, doctor.

I'm really sorry I bothered you.

Thanks anyway.

Oh, answer your phone.

Yes?

Yes, Dr Chabot speaking.

Yes, Conrad. I'm coming.

Order me a...

Double whiskey.

And you thought she saw it

sticking out of the dictionary

on the other side of the room.

Remarkable, isn't it?

- And you think it was a trick?

- She couldn't have guessed it.

Marc, I know as a psychiatrist

I could have my couch taken away

from me for this, but you don't think

by any chance this could be a case

of extrasensory perception, ESP?

All right.

Find the girl, hypnotize her

and prove to yourself

whether or not it was a trick.

You're against scientific research?

How can ESP be called a science

when there is no scientific proof

- that ESP exists?

- What do you mean, exists?

Two people have

the same thought at the same time.

It's happened millions of times.

It exists,

but psychiatry calls it coincidence.

- That's what it is.

- Many people are not so certain,

- and for a very good scientific reason.

- Rubbish.

Pure, unadulterated rubbish.

Violet. Lily. Rose.

Mrs Hatch?

This is my address

for that lunch tomorrow.

- You can type it now.

- Oh, doctor, there's a...

When you've finished, telephone

every student in my 11:00 class

until you find someone who

remembers the name of the girl

I hypnotized by mistake

this morning and...

Oh, you mean Daisy Gamble?

Will you please tell me

how you knew that?

Well, she told me.

She's in the waiting room.

- Miss Gamble?

- Oh, hello, doctor.

Hello. This way, please.

- No calls, Mrs Hatch.

- I'll go to work on your address.

Did you lose another one?

No. Follow me.

- Now, Miss Gamble...

- I'll make it quick.

Do you know the name of a good

hypnotist I can go and talk to

and see if he could help me lay off

these cigarettes

before tomorrow night, or else

Warren won't get that job, see?

Then I won't bother you any more.

Do you understand? Understand.

You don't even know who Warren is.

Oh, he's my fianc.

Go on.

- Go on?

- Yes.

Well, you see, over here, you know,

in the United States, they have

these big companies that send out

these personnel directors

to these colleges to sign up

the bright students and their wives.

Well, Warren...

Remember? He's my fianc.

He's graduating in the top 2 percent

of the business school

and Chemical Foods, Inc.,

wanna give him a lifetime contract,

see, and I can ruin it. I mean,

you know, if they don't like me.

I mean, that's that.

And they're not gonna like me.

Because Warren told me, you know,

that they don't like addicts,

and I'm an addict.

And I'm an addicted addict.

I can't stop

unless somebody

like you can make me.

Is that possible?

It's possible, provided it's not

a symptom of neurosis, or...

No, no, I'm normal. I swear.

I'm just an addict, that's all.

Last year I took some of these

vocational-guidance tests, you know,

not for a job, but for Warren

to get to know me better,

and you know the results?

What?

Healthy, adjusted

and no character.

I mean, no character of any kind.

I mean, not even any characteristics.

You see, tomorrow night,

I've gotta have dinner with Warren

and one

of these personnel directors.

So, what do I do about

these rotten, miserable...?

Do you want one?

No, no, thank you.

How old are you, Miss Gamble?

Twenty-two.

And how old were you

when you started smoking?

Twelve. See, I had

this cousin, Harvey,

who came to visit us,

and he was smoking.

You know, he dared me to try.

Well, he was only 9,

what could I do?

Of course.

Miss Gamble,

I will try to help you today.

But from tomorrow on,

you'll have to go to someone else.

And if you call me tomorrow, I'll give

you the name of another doctor.

Sit here, please.

- You mean now?

- Yes, now.

Oh, doctor. I don't know how I can

ever thank you. I mean, really, that is...

- I didn't expect, you know...

- Never mind that, just sit down.

Good.

Please.

That's it.

Just relax now.

Relax.

Now, Miss Gamble, I want you to try,

if you can, to imagine that you see...

I see it.

- What?

- A window.

That's right, a window.

Now, keep staring at that window

until slowly, very slowly,

the window begins...

It's open.

That's right.

And now the dark of night is...

Oh, well, you know the rest, go on.

- Can you hear me, Miss Gamble?

- Yes.

Miss Gamble, if you truly wish

to stop smoking,

I would like you

to raise your left hand.

Drop your hand.

When I awaken you, you will find

that your desire for cigarettes

will grow less and less,

and when you want a cigarette,

your ability to resist it will grow

stronger and stronger.

- Do you understand, Miss Gamble?

- Yes.

Good.

Now, open your eyes.

Miss Gamble, this morning

you were kind enough

to help me find an address I'd lost.

- Do you remember?

- Yes.

It was quite a trick.

Do you know how you did it?

Yes.

I thought so. How?

Well,

I saw you looking around

for something

and I wondered what it was.

And all of a sudden I knew.

- You knew what?

- Where it was.

- That's all?

- That's all.

I see.

- Do you really?

- Of course, a child can understand it.

Who taught it to you?

I don't know. I suppose I got it

from Winnie Wainwhisle.

Who is she?

- Nobody.

- Nobody?

I mean, nobody anymore.

She's dead.

But before she died

she taught it to you.

- No.

- No?

No.

- But you said you got it from her.

- Yeah.

Can you remember an incident

when you saw Winnie Wainwhisle

perform the same trick?

Oh, sure, lots of them.

- Just one.

- Okay.

Where did it happen?

In London.

- You know, in England?

- London?

- What were you doing in London?

- I was with Winnie Wainwhisle.

Was it lately?

Well, was it before you were 15?

Before you were 10?

- Yeah.

- Before you were 5?

- What was it she found?

- A gold locket.

I see.

- It was the one my husband gave me.

- Oh, really.

And how old was your little husband?

Three and a half? Four?

No. He was...

Let's see, 59. Yeah, that's right.

Because he was exactly

- What?

- Than me?

Thirty-five years older?

Well, I know it's a lot, but he was rich

and he had a title, so, what the hell.

That would make you 24.

How did you get to be 24?

Well, after 23.

But that makes you two years older

than when you sat down.

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