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Lieutenant, she's resting quite easily now.

Thanks. Good-bye, Doctor.

- Miss Jordan.

- Bye.

Mrs. Stewart?

Mrs. Stewart.

You're going out on

that balcony again, Mrs. Stewart.

You're looking into

the other apartment.

You're listening to the argument.

Do you remember

what happened to the woman?

He's hitting her. He's hitting her

with the candlestick.

- Now he's hitting you.

- No!

Hitting you with

the candlestick-

Hitting your head again and again.

My head- It's hurting my head.

The candlestick is killing you.

Soon you won't be able

to remember anything.

You can't hear the sound now.

You can't hear anything.

You can't hear.

You can't remember.

You can't remember. You can't remember.

Edwards's condition...

is deteriorating rapidly.

If this continues,

we will have to take steps...

to put him in a more

suitable institution.

She's exhausted.

You haven't got far to go.

Elaine, do you think you could

manage it here alone for the weekend?

Certainly. Why?

The trunk should be

there tomorrow.

I've been wondering.

There are no servants at the lodge.

What'll happen when there's

no one there to receive it?

Nothing. They'll just leave it

on the back porch.

- When are you leaving?

- Tomorrow.

Dr. Harvey's due here this afternoon.

Harvey? Coming here? For what?

Stewart requested a consultation.

You're not going to let him

examine her?

How would it have looked

if I'd said "no?"

- He might discover something.

- He has no reason to be suspicious.

- You can't risk it. I won't let you.

- I know what I'm doing, Elaine.

Darling, you're not thinking clearly.

I've never seen things

so clearly before in my whole life.

- You'll send me a report on her spinal test?

- Yes, Doctor Harvey.

- And the other specimens.

- Yes.

You know, Richard,

I'm not sure I completely agree...

this was all brought on

by her husband's late arrival.

That was a contributing circumstance.

I feel there may

have been something else.

Well, that's always possible. Of course, sir.

But I've found no evidence of it.

Just speculation.

- Will you have a cigar, sir?

- Yes. Thank you.

Let's continue the present treatment

and see how she comes along.

- Yes, sir.

- I notice, Richard,

you've been giving her sedatives.

Yes, I have. She's been

pretty difficult at times.

I'd go easy on them.

If she's under sedation...

there's no way of knowing

when she comes back to normal.

No. I had planned to take her

off them within the next 24 hours.

Fine. By the way, how's Margaret?

- I'm joining her at the lodge.

- Give her my regards when you see her.

- I will. Thank you, sir.

- Well, I better talk with the young man.

Sometimes I wonder which are more

difficult:
patients or their families.

- Hiya, beautiful.

- Hi.

Yeah, what a night.

You don't happen to know a blonde...

who'd like to relax with me, do ya?

- That's what I thought you'd say.

- Coffee?

Please.

And poor Edwards-

These storms don't do him any good.

He kept ducking into his closet

and slamming the door.

I finally had to lock it.

- How's your patient?

- All right, I guess.

I was talking with

her husband. It's kinda tough...

coming home and finding

your wife in that condition.

Yes.

I can't figure Dr. Cross's treatment.

Why keep the poor guy

from seeing his wife?

Think it would help snap her

out of it if she saw more of him.

Dr. Cross doesn't want

to get her excited.

After all, the attack was

brought on by worry over him.

Yeah.

That was close.

It is time to turn in. You better tuck your

patient in and get a good night's sleep.

- Guess I should be up there now.

- Is it true doctors get a night off once in a while?

If you had a night off, you

wouldn't know what to do with it.

Wouldn't I? Wouldn't I?

- Good night, Doctor.

- Good night.

- Well, another stormy weekend.

- It isn't my night off.

Well, anyway, the rain

will help Jane on her day off.

Who's there?

Why, Mr. Edwards,

you shouldn't be in here.

- Come. I'll take you back-

- Don't. I-I-

Hurry!

Edwards!

Don't be afraid.

We won't let the storm hurt you.

You're coming back to your room,

aren't you, Mr. Edwards?

Aren't you, Mr. Edwards?

That's fine. Come along.

- Take care of him, Frank.

- Yes, Doctor. Come along, sir.

- Are you all right, Elaine?

- Yes.

There, there, Mrs. Stewart, It's all over.

He killed her! He hit her

on the head, and he killed her!

Her husband killed her!

Edwards became very violent last night.

This morning, we found

that he had a key hidden away.

I ordered the lock

on his door to be changed.

As for Mrs. Stewart, she's

suffering from hallucinations.

She keeps insisting

that she witnessed a murder...

which, obviously-

Come in.

- Oh. Hello, Lieutenant.

- They told me I'd find you here.

- I hope I'm not interrupting.

- Not at all.

- It's kinda rough, isn't it?

- Yeah.

She's out of her head.

She's got a crazy idea she saw a murder.

- What am I going to do?

- Ah, you're gonna sit tight. She's in good hands.

So they keep telling me, but-

Oh, she's getting worse.

I'm thinking of taking her back

to San Francisco to a hospital there.

I, uh- I wouldn't do that,

if I were you, Lieutenant.

Dr. Cross is tops. You know that.

You brought Harvey in to consult.

You can't do any better than that.

But I can't just sit around

and watch her get worse.

I've got to do something.

I wouldn't try to kid you

for the world. So far, we've tried...

to snap her out of it with quiet

and rest and simple foods.

There are a dozen

other things we can do-

- Electric therapy, insulin shock.

- Insulin shock?

They use that in the Army

on guys who... blow their tops.

Because it often helps, but

you're not gonna turn it down, are you?

- No.

- Well, relax. The setup here is perfect.

- Everybody's rooting for you.

Now just take it easy.

- You mean that?

Okay.

Say, put in a couple of extra licks, Doc.

I'd like to take her home soon.

Okay, Lieutenant.

We'll do everything we possibly can.

- Well, good-bye, Doctor.

- Good-bye.

Oh, I beg your pardon.

- Look at this. Mrs. Cross is dead.

- What?

"The body of Mrs. Margaret Cross,

wife of the psychiatrist...

"has just been recovered

from its resting place...

"among the rocks at Point Lobos.

"Mrs. Cross has been missing

since Friday night.

Coroner Jess Haines has

pronounced the death accidental. "

- Good morning, Doctor.

You have our deepest sympathy.

- Thank you.

- I'm terribly sorry, Doctor.

- Thank you.

- Will you come in, Miss Jordan?

- Yes, sir.

You're the perfect picture

of a heartbroken husband.

Am I?

- I've missed you.

- Driving back, there was time to think.

I got to thinking about you.

I asked myself,

"Is she worth what I've done?"

Well?

That was a very satisfactory answer.

How did things go

while I was away?

- Things are going so well, I hardly believe it.

- What do you mean?

Mr. Edwards got out

during the storm.

- He went into her room.

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