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- What?

He went after me.

I struggled with him.

She woke up and confused

Mr. Edwards with you.

She was thrown back

into that night at the hotel.

- Oh, Elaine that undoes

everything I've tried to do.

- No!

Stevens and Miss Hatfield heard her.

They're convinced she's insane.

Now no matter what she says,

they'll think she has hallucinations.

- I see-

- But you don't see, darling.

Before you were

trying to make her forget.

Now she can talk her head off

and no one will believe her.

If we can encourage her to talk,

convince her husband she's insane...

we can keep her here as long as

it suits us- then have her committed.

Darling.

Janet, darling. It's me.

Wake up.

I'm here, dear.

Paul-

I've waited all night

for you, darling.

- What took you so long?

- Don't worry. I'm with you now.

We have to be out

by morning, Paul.

They won't let us stay.

Lt. Stewart.

- You shouldn't be in here.

- Paul!

- It's him! Him!

- Who is it, dear?

He killed her!

He killed his wife!

He picked something up,

Paul, and he hit her with it.

He was arguing with her and he killed her!

I know. I know, dear.

You've upset her. You shouldn't

have come in here. Come outside.

Give her a hypodermic, Nurse.

- Don't leave me here!

He'll kill me! Come back!

- Lie down.

What is it, Doctor? What's happened to her?

I'm going to be frank with you.

What you've just heard

is something I've been afraid of.

There are times when patients

emerging from amnesia...

suffer from delusions.

It doesn't happen often. I'd hoped

it wouldn't happen in her case...

- but you heard her yourself.

- But why?

Well, that's hard to explain...

but if you come with me, I think

I might be able to clarify it for you.

Hello, Mrs. Penny.

- Good day, Doctor.

- How are you feeling today?

Just fine, Doctor. Just fine.

That's a lovely thing

you're knitting there.

It's a shawl for one of my friends.

- Everyone here treating you well?

- Oh, yes. They're very nice.

Dr. Stevens hasn't tried to kill me

with that needle for a long while now-

Neither has Miss Hatfield.

Haven't I told you many times

that no one here is trying to kill you?

Oh, yes, they are.

You all want to kill me.

You're murderers, all of you.

But I've learned.

I'm too smart for you.

What you've just heard,

for the second time...

is the typical attitude of many of

our patients towards the hospital staff.

But that old lady,

she seemed all right.

Mrs. Penny is suffering from

a paranoid form of dementia praecox...

characterized either by delusions

of grandeur or persecution or both.

The patient, when confined to the hospital...

almost invariably

becomes convinced...

that the doctors and nurses

who are treating him...

are really murderers

intent on killing him.

This delusion is quite common

among mental cases...

in an institution of this sort.

Are you trying to tell me

my wife is out of her mind?

No. "Out of the mind"

denotes complete loss of reason.

Mrs. Stewart hasn't reached that stage.

But she's got the same crazy

idea as the other patients.

Right now, she's merely

suffering delusions.

However, I-

I feel it's only fair to tell you, Lieutenant...

that this condition

can become worse.

Our fight now is to prevent

further deterioration of her mind.

You've got to help her.

You've got to get her well again.

I'll do everything I can.

Believe me.

Come now, Mrs. Stewart.

You shouldn't be out of bed.

Will you help me, please?

Please! Please, help me.

- Get the police here, please!

- We don't need the police.

- Come along and everything will be all right.

- Oh! You don't understand.

There's nothing the matter with me.

I want the police.

That doctor's a murderer.

You go back to bed

and we'll call the police.

Don't talk as if I were crazy!

I'm telling the truth!

Orderly! Now, come along, Mrs. Stewart.

No one is going to hurt you.

- Everything is gonna be all right. Orderly!

- No, no.

Let me go! No!

I'm not crazy.

I wish you could've been there

to see her yourself.

Yes, I heard about it this morning.

She had the usual delusions. She kept

insisting that you were a murderer.

You know how they get.

She wanted me to call the police.

For a moment, she became violent

and I had to give her a sedative.

- I think we ought to do something about her.

- I agree with you, Doctor.

- I'll be in to see her in a few minutes.

- Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

There. You see?

- Everything worked out just as we planned.

- Yes.

Well, smile, darling.

It's fallen right in our lap.

You don't seem particularly pleased.

I am. Of course I am, Elaine.

Well, what are you going to do?

I'm going to try to find something that

will convince her that she's insane.

You'd better get back

to her now, darling.

- I'll be over in a few minutes.

- Right.

- You feeling any better today?

- I'm all right.

There's nothing the matter with me.

Miss Jordan tells me you're still talking about

some woman I'm supposed to have killed.

I've asked you to stop thinking

about such things, Mrs. Stewart.

But... it was your own wife.

If I can prove to you that you

couldn't have seen me kill my wife...

would you believe that this is

a delusion you've been suffering from?

You were arguing with her...

about a divorce.

If you will look at the date

on this newspaper, Mrs. Stewart...

you will see that my wife died

only a week ago.

You've been a patient here

for over three weeks now.

Three weeks?

That's right.

So, you see, this has all

been a very vivid dream.

You must fight these dreams, Mrs. Stewart,

or they're going to become worse...

and we don't want that to happen.

- My mind is all right.

- It's not all right, Mrs. Stewart.

You're mind is sick

and it's getting worse.

- My mind is all right.

- You wouldn't want your husband

to see you in that condition.

Would you? He doesn't want

to see you when you are like this.

- You're losing your mind, Mrs. Stewart.

- No, no.

- Losing your mind.

- Oh, no.

Thank you, Miss Hatfield.

- Dr. Cross, there's someone

in your office to see you.

- Yes?

- Did I have an appointment?

- No, sir.

He's from the District

Attorney's Office of Monterey.

Oh, yes. Thank you.

- Dr. Cross?

- Yes.

How are you? My name's O'Neill.

I'm with the district attorney's

office in Monterey County.

Oh, yes. What can I do for you?

It's in connection with

your wife's death, Doctor.

I thought the case had been closed.

Something happened this week

that made us consider the possibility...

that your wife didn't fall

into that chasm by accident.

- I don't understand.

- A couple of days ago,

someone broke into Harwood Lodge...

beat Mrs. Harwood into unconsciousness

and made off with her valuables.

We caught the thief

day before yesterday.

But what has that to do

with Mrs. Cross's death?

It may not have anything to do with it.

It occurred to us that since

the lodge was so close to your place...

the man who clubbed Mrs. Harwood

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