On A Clear Day You Can See Forever Page #7

This medical school is

a damn sick little guy.

The only way you're gonna be able

to get rid of the poison is surgery.

We've gotta go deep

with that scalpel.

I'm presiding here, Crock.

You might try to remember

how difficult it is

to get good college presidents

these days.

Gentlemen, I think we can cut

through all of this.

Marc, in a privately sponsored school,

such as Stuyvesant,

academic freedom means that if you

disagree with the administration,

you're free to go to

another academy.

That's a choice that you're

going to have to make.

At 10:
00 tomorrow morning,

I want you to bring into my office

either a letter denying emphatically

that your remarks had

any mystic implications

or a letter of resignation.

Is that clear?

Mason, I don't see how you could ask

me to do anything else.

We have got to stop this kind

of publicity.

Good day, gentlemen.

And it was never my intention

to suggest reincarnation

as a possible solution

to this case.

I only wanted my students

to learn that all possibilities

must always...

Are you all right, doctor?

Yes, come in, come in.

All those things they said about

you in the paper, I was so worried.

- Come in.

- I mean, how is

- your mental health, doctor?

- It's fine, thank you.

Oh, you're welcome.

Boy, what a layout.

Gee, this is really something.

Who's that?

The woman who lives here.

- Oh, I thought you lived here.

- I do.

Where is she now?

Away with her husband.

- Are they French too?

- No. No.

They gave me their apartment

for the summer.

You sure you're all right?

Yes.

Doctor, how long has this stuff

been going on?

Quite a while.

Does anybody besides you know

who the thing is happening to?

- I mean, you know, who the nut is?

- No.

And no one ever will.

Do most people think it was

a man or a woman?

Yes, most people think it was

a man or a woman.

Daisy, would you mind if we skipped

your session tonight?

That's all right.

But we can still have dinner

if you like.

Oh, great! And will you let me

pick out where?

Of course.

Nobody ever asks me where

I wanna go except you.

I mean, everybody usually,

you know, always tells me.

I'm kind of a...

You know, a go-alonger.

I mean, people say "Come along,"

and I go along.

Downstairs where I live,

they've got

this restaurant called

Enrico and Bernardi's.

But, well, I mean,

does anybody ever say:

"Daisy, do you wanna go

to Enrico and Bernardi's?"

No. No, they say:

"Daisy, we are going

to Enrico and Bernardi's.

You want to come along?"

So I go along.

I don't even like

Enrico and Bernardi's.

They've got absolutely rotten food.

And the pizza, well, I have lost

more temporary fillings...

Hello.

Oh, it's you.

How are you tonight?

I am accused of treason.

And tomorrow I shall be ordered

to stand trial.

Does Robert know?

I sent him a message two hours ago.

Where is he?

He should be home soon.

Could this be the moment

he deserted you?

Deserted me?

Robert has not deserted me,

and he never will.

You ought to know.

Why?

Do you think I can see

into the future?

Yes.

I can about certain things.

But never, never about myself.

Oh, I am pleased you came tonight.

An hour ago I was ready to leap

from the bridge.

What's the matter?

Melinda, I came to say goodbye.

Goodbye?

We shan't be together ever again?

No.

That's dreadful.

I shall miss you.

I shall miss you too.

You have brought something

into my life I never knew existed.

What's that?

Mystery.

How odd.

You have brought clarity

into mine.

What will I ever do without you?

- You have Robert.

- I know.

Whom you love.

I know.

But he isn't you.

How could I be

This at ease with him?

Pour out my heart

As I please with him?

He isn't you

He isn't you

When will I feel

So in bloom again?

When will a voice

Warm the room again?

He isn't you

He isn't you

Memories may fade

In the shadows behind me

But there'll be the dream

That will always remind me

A dream

That I'll be forever

Comparing him to

So love me, he may

Even die for me

Sweep every cloud

From the sky for me

He may be king

But he'll never

Be you

But why must you turn back

into a caterpillar, Melinda?

How did you ever become

this little nothing of a creature?

Oh, sometimes I think

if I hear another "I mean,"

I will tighten my tie until I strangle.

Marc, sit down.

Mason, you asked me yesterday

to prepare a statement.

Forgive me, Marc. Could we

table that for a moment?

- Why?

- Just bear with me.

Marc, you know this building

is called Stratton Hall.

Do you know who

Cleo Stratton is?

The man who owns

that enormous yacht in the river?

He lives on it.

He's now 80.

During the past 25 years he's

had diabetes, tuberculosis,

cataracts, half dozen

assorted tumours,

ulcers, gallstones

and water on the knee,

all of which the doctors here

at Stuyvesant have cured.

Coincidentally,

during this same period,

he has given the school

over $20 million,

including his Social Security

and Medicare checks.

Mr Stratton heard about

our conversation yesterday

and called me early this morning

to inform me

he was definitely in favour

of your being allowed

to continue with your case.

With the four of us against it,

it made the final vote ten for you

and none opposed.

He not only wants you to continue

with your case,

but he wants me to organize

a permanent department

for research into reincarnation.

Good Lord.

Yes, I believe he is.

But Mr Stratton wants proof.

It occurred to him that if it's possible

to identify one's previous incarnations,

it might also be possible to determine

one's future ones,

in which case Mr Stratton

could leave his money to himself.

You mean, if he can't take it with him,

he'll come back and get it?

Yes.

Well, what do you think, Marc?

Well, what do you expect?

It's the chance of a lifetime,

of all my lifetimes.

Thank you.

I will so inform him.

You're...

You're not happy about it,

are you, Mason?

No, I'm not happy.

I think reincarnation is appalling.

It kills ambition,

perpetuates human misery

and propagates false hopes.

And is obviously a pack of lies.

Then how can you accept

his proposition?

I may be wrong.

Dr Chabot's office.

Oh, yes. Yes, doctor, she's here.

One moment, please.

The doctor will be a little late.

Can you wait?

Yes, she can.

Oh, then I can go home now?

Thank you, doctor. Good night.

You don't mind being alone, do you?

He won't be long.

Oh, no, don't worry about me.

I wanna listen to the news, you know,

about him, if there is any.

- Good night.

- Good night.

I'm Daisy Gamble.

Maybe I was called

something else once,

but the only name I...

Take your time.

I mean, my name has always...

My name is...

My name is Melinda.

Melinda Winifred Waine Tentrees.

And I am appalled and stunned

at this outrageous inquisition.

You may sleep until I count to three

and snap my fingers,

and then you will awake

and remember nothing about Melinda.

Now, sleep.

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