On A Clear Day You Can See Forever Page #4

I beg you to consider

that she has cheated her...

- Confess a lie!

- Treason...

- Never...

- Stop.

Oh, thank you. I'm exhausted.

- So am I.

- I can't go on with this.

I can't.

I just can't.

Neither can I.

No more questions.

You may sleep until I count to three.

Then you will awaken

completely refreshed

and you'll remember nothing.

Except to smoke less.

Now, sleep.

- Mrs Hatch.

- Yes, doctor?

I've recorded this session.

After I leave, would you make

three copies of it, please.

And send one

to Dr Conrad Fuller.

One, two, three.

How do you feel?

Fine. How'd I do?

Beyond my wildest expectations.

Do you think I'll smoke less

tomorrow night?

I mean, you know, more normal?

Yes, I think so.

Oh, Dr Chabot,

if there's anything I can ever do

for you,

I mean, really, just,

you know, anything.

Pronounce my name "Chabot."

Isn't it C-H-A-B-O-T?

Yes, Chabot.

Oh, well, anything you say.

Thank you.

Well.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

The...

Thank you.

Tad.

Tad.

- Hi.

- Well, well. How are you?

- What are you doing here?

- Well, you know.

Same old thing.

- Looking for myself.

- Yeah, but what are you doing here?

Well, I thought I might

take a course in anatomy.

Maybe I'll find out how you do

all those wonderful things.

No. Oh, for Pete's sake, don't say

anything about that around here.

I mean, will you?

I mean, for Pete's sake.

Why? It's... It's not un-American.

I mean, you've got some kind

of psychic power, that's all.

- I think it's beautiful.

- Yeah, to you, maybe.

That's because you're a nut.

Daisy, a lot of people are psychic.

Fine. I'm sure they're all very nice,

but that is not the group

I'd like to be known as in.

I mean, if Warren ever found out,

he'd never forgive me.

He thinks I'm, you know, normal.

Normal?

Nobody even knows what normal is.

Warren does.

I did write to you

about Warren and me, didn't I?

What are you looking at?

I think you're sexier.

You think sexier? I thought you were

noticing that I'm not smoking.

- Oh, here, excuse me...

- No, no, no! I'm trying to quit.

Where are they? No, no, thanks.

Darn.

Two hours and seven minutes

without a weed.

I gotta tell the doctor.

Doctor? What doctor?

I went to this doctor, you know,

to help me stop smoking.

You went to a doctor for that? Why?

Because five packs a day

is just un-normal.

- Oh, Warren.

- Yeah.

That's him. The one in the chair.

Isn't he dynamic?

Hey, you wanna see the job I'm really

interested in? I mean, this is terrific.

They've got the finest

retirement plan I've ever seen,

and the pension starts

- Fifteen years?

- Can you imagine?

You see, compensation

when you're sick doubles.

They pay for any operation,

including surgery,

and in the event

of mental breakdown,

they pick up the tab

for the sanitarium

for you or your wife,

in the event that she passes.

Boy, when I stop to think I almost

settled for that job in Paris, I could...

What the hell is she growing here,

Yosemite National Park?

I don't know how she does it.

- I planted mine the very same day.

- Where are yours?

There.

Oh, boy, this is embarrassing.

She's gotta cut that out.

I'm so worried

about my nicotine stains.

- Daisy, Daisy, I've gotta talk to you.

- Warren, this is Tad Pringle.

- Hi, fella. Daisy, I've gotta talk to you...

- He used to be my brother.

Really? Your what?

Well, not actually. I mean, his father

was married to my mother once.

Eight years ago. Daisy and I were

very happy. Our parents weren't.

The judge stopped

the fight in the third year.

That's very interesting.

Daisy... You'll... Daisy.

Daisy, I've gotta talk to you

about tomorrow night.

Now, how do you feel?

You nervous?

- Well, l...

- Swell. Just a couple of points

to integrate into the image.

Now, tomorrow night, before dinner,

no whiskey and no martinis.

- Sherry. It's more feminine. Got it?

- Sherry? But I throw up when l...

Swell. Remember about the dress?

Not too low and not too high.

You see, Unkstadder's wife

is coming.

And if she catches him looking

up anything or down anything, that's it.

So tomorrow night, you're a boy.

Oh, and, Daisy, for God's sake,

no opinions.

I mean, talk all you want if you

need anything, but no opinions.

See, they don't like women

to have opinions.

In fact, they don't really like women.

They like wives and mothers.

Let me see your fingers.

Come on, Daisy. Let me see...

Can't you get that nicotine off?

From the knuckles down,

you look like Ho Chi Minh.

Warren, don't worry.

You'll never guess what l...

Come here, Daisy,

I want you to see this.

This is our whole future.

Security unlimited.

Just a few years' work and we

can relax for the rest of our lives.

Yes? Oh, hello, Conrad.

Did you read the transcript?

What you think?

It's amazing, isn't it?

The names? Well, like all these cases,

she must have gotten them

from friends or books or movies.

Look them up?

In what?

Books about England.

Conrad, if you're implying that this

could be a case of reincarnation,

you are sicker than she is.

No, no, I can't see her anymore.

I have no time for all that nonsense.

See you tomorrow.

And from now on, you will find

the third puff of every cigarette

will have a bitter, bitter taste.

Remember, the third puff.

Open your eyes.

Now, Miss Gamble,

yesterday you claimed

to recall a previous life

when your name was

Melinda Waine Moorepark Tentrees.

There's a Winifred in there.

Yes, I know. Now, where

did you get the name Melinda?

From my aunt.

She was the fattest woman in London.

- In London?

- Yeah.

They used to say that

the duke of Westminster

owned everything in London

except one acre, my aunt.

That's very funny.

Then you definitely

have been to London?

Oh, yeah.

How many times?

- Once.

- For how long?

Twenty-eight years.

Twenty-eight years?

How old were you when you left?

Twenty-eight years.

Are you saying

that you left because you...

...died?

Yeah.

What's the matter?

I just hated to die at 28.

I just hope I don't have to do it again.

It's better than 22.

But tell me,

how did you ever climb

from the kitchen maid's daughter

to Lady Moorepark?

How?

Because of a lesson

I learned at the orphanage

where my impoverished mother

placed me as a child.

Where was your father?

Don't be rude.

Our postman, Mr Pimpleton.

And this is Mrs Brickstone himself.

I scrubbed, oh.

And scrubbed, oh.

And scrubbed, oh.

And I ate.

For recreation, I plotted my escape.

I knew the exact location

of the hitching post

on the other side of the wall.

And I had practiced with this rope

for almost two years.

Up and up I went toward freedom.

My new quarters.

I looked around and thought,

"Oh, dear."

Thirty days in this dungeon

with nothing to do.

I found something to do.

Every night, I heard voices

on the other side of the wall,

which aroused my curiosity.

Cor blimey, a secret room.

Just the sort of place you expect

to find a buried treasure.

And what did I find?

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