On A Clear Day You Can See Forever Page #6

You don't have to care about him

because how do you know

he cares about you?

Then what are you gonna do?

What'd you say?

When you know there's someone

Loving you

And you know there's someone

You love too

And they're not the same

What do you do?

Go to sleep, girl

Go to sleep

Go to sleep

Close your eyes

And hide from every care

When you wake up

They may not be there

But tell me, how can I sleep?

Tell me who could

When you see your whole life

Tangled up good?

I could drink

I could weep

Oh, but how can I sleep?

Go to sleep

Go to sleep

And when you and someone

Have a date

Which you made

When you were thinking straight

And when you and someone

Stay out late

It was bad to

But I had to

When they're not the same

Who gets the gate?

This is not the way to find a mate

Go to sleep, girl

Go to sleep

Go to sleep

Go to sleep, girl

Go to sleep

Go to sleep

Comes the dawn

I may not feel the same

Comes the dawn

He may not know your name

In the sunlight

Who can see a flame?

But tell me, how can I sleep?

Look what I've done

Mess around with two men

Soon you have none

As you sow, so you reap

Which is why I can't sleep

Go to sleep

Go to sleep

Go to sleep

Go to...

How do you happen to be in command

of all this useless knowledge?

Because I'm interested

in extrasensory perception, ESP.

What does it have to do

with ESP?

Because if a case such as this

is not the memory of a past life,

then somehow...

...knowledge is being acquired

by a sense

other than the five that we know

about. Ergo, extrasensory.

And, my boy, that's the solution

we'd better root for.

Because if reincarnation is

ever proven,

do you know who will be

the hardest hit?

The sweethearts of Sigmund Freud.

Did you ever look up Pelham and

Company or any of those ships?

This is a fantasy, Conrad.

To 600 million Muhammadans,

so is Christmas.

- Yes?

- Daisy Gamble is here, doctor.

May I meet her?

Ask her to come in.

Did you ever try to hypnotize

her by telepathy?

Oh, for God's sake, Conrad.

Telepathy.

- Hello, doctor.

- Hello.

I brought you these.

Miss Gamble, may I present

Dr Fuller.

Oh, hello.

How do you do, Miss Gamble?

I was just leaving.

They're geraniums.

Any minute now.

Miss Gamble says that she can make

flowers grow faster.

Faster than what, Miss Gamble?

Well, you know, faster.

What I mean, my friend Muriel and I,

we plant our seeds on the same day,

and, I don't know, my flowers come

charging out of the pot

as if the police were after them,

and poor Muriel...

Do you ever talk to your flowers,

Miss Gamble?

Talk to them?

What do you think I am, crazy?

Do you?

- You don't think I should?

- Yes, I do,

and don't let anyone stop you, either.

Well, goodbye, Miss Gamble.

Oh, Marc, I advise you to check

those names.

I brought these for your window.

- You know, sill?

- Thank you.

Let's put them over here.

Doctor,

were you thinking about me

around 4:
00 this morning?

I was asleep then, Miss Gamble.

Why?

So was I, but something woke me up.

I could've sworn it was you.

Really?

Those look just great there.

Gotta bring you some more.

Miss Gamble.

I wonder if I could hypnotize

you by...

...telepathy.

What would I have to do?

Just sit here...

...perfectly still, and empty

your mind of all thought.

And I'll stand over here,

and at a certain moment,

I'll begin hypnotizing you

in my mind.

Do you understand?

Sure, I understand.

It's such a ridiculous...

Very good, Miss Gamble.

And very irritating.

About Melinda Tentrees,

you told me

that your husband Robert

deserted you.

Please. Not when I'm about

to make an entrance.

Number four.

Black.

Melinda, my dear.

What a questionable surprise.

Do sit down, if you insist.

Thank you.

It's quite fascinating. I cannot lose.

If I win, I win.

If I lose, you'll be in agony,

and I win.

Number ten. Black.

Well, you have lost.

And I am hardly writhing

on the floor.

Ladies and gentlemen,

place your bets.

And unlike you,

I know what it is to be poor.

All you have ever been

is without funds.

You're so smug about your humble

beginnings, aren't you? You bore me.

Rien ne va plus.

That is not true.

You may resent me, Robert.

But you are not bored.

Number 19.

Red.

Play 24.

I've lost everything, what?

- Everything.

- Splendid.

I don't wish to be rich,

I don't wish to be knighted

and I don't wish to be married.

You lie.

Number 24. Black.

Yes. I lie.

Do you enjoy lying?

To you and with you.

Ladies and gentlemen,

place your bets.

Play 36.

Rien ne va plus.

Must you have everything?

Man cannot live by bed alone.

Number 36. Red.

Good Lord, what does she

see in him?

That gigolo.

What a strange creature woman is.

Does kindness, generosity

and devotion

fill her with kindness, generosity

and devotion?

But give her a good-for-nothing rat

who pinches her money

and every girl in town,

and she'll turn into an angel of love.

Oh, God, why didn't you make

woman first, when you were fresh?

"Robert:
Must you have everything?

Melinda:
Man cannot live

by bed alone."

"Doctor:
Now may we go on?

Patient:
I am quite tired.

Doctor:
I can see you are.

You may sleep until..."

Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

This is the case to date.

Now I want to see

by a show of hands

how many of you think it's

a psychological fantasy?

Everybody.

There's no question about it.

No argument.

And no evidence.

Only prejudice.

In my opinion, this case merits

further investigation.

And I intend to go on searching

the patient's life and mind for a clue.

In addition, the information about

England must also be checked.

If any of you have the time or interest,

I would welcome your help.

And the expected high for today

will be 72 degrees.

The time is now 16 minutes past 8.

On the local front,

a nasty case of mysticism

has struck

the Stuyvesant Medical School.

Yesterday Dr Marc Chabot,

professor of psychiatry,

let it be known

that he was investigating

a possible case of reincarnation.

And by dawn, the school

was surrounded.

Countless students, seeking

a fresh cause for rebellion,

congregated in front of the medical

school demanding academic freedom.

An emergency meeting of

the Stuyvesant board of directors

was called for this morning.

I want those junkies out of the yard.

We'll get them out, Brad.

Marc, we were told that yesterday

in your lecture hall,

you read aloud a case history

of one of your current patients,

and in the discussions

that followed,

you indicated that one possible

explanation...

You'll have to forgive me, Marc,

but this is what we heard.

One possible explanation

could be reincarnation.

Now, what actually happened, Marc?

That's what happened.

What the hell did you say that for?

- Because it could be.

- It could be.

But the point is it isn't.

The stink's coming right

through the walls.

We know, Brad.

Get them out of here before they

start setting themselves on fire.

We will, Brad!

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