Shock Corridor Page #7

We have too many intellectuals

who are afraid to use...

the pistol of common sense.

Don't panic!

John, how can I finish your portrait

when you keep moving around?

Don't panic now!

Your voice came back in the ward, didn't it?

Don't panic. It'll come.

Ah.

I'm getting it.

Yes, my boy.

I got fed up with man taking a daily

hammer and sickle-coated pill of venom.

If I keep saying it over and over

and over in my mind...

the words will have to jump

out of my mouth!

Who killed Sloan in the kitchen?

I'm a pure scientist.

Who killed Sloan in the kitchen?

Let the Russians claim bigger satellites.

Now, if they are the first to...

discover the mating habits

of sea horses...

must we then race them to discover

the inner structure of a grasshopper's brain?

Who killed Sloan in the kitchen?

We should take advantage

of our ignorance...

and quit living like tigers -

tigers in bomb shelters

instead of homes.

Who killed Sloan in the kitchen?

Today, with all this talk of the panic button,

we're right on the brink of disaster.

Who killed Sloan in the kitchen?

Today everybody's giving the human race

two weeks to get out.

Now, I cannot live

with a two-week notice.

Well, so I quit living.

Who killed Sloan in the kitchen?

Oh, yes.

Yeah, I remember Sloan.

You know, uh, for an insane man,

he had morals.

I was down in the kitchen with two friends,

and we were under this table.

Who killed him?

And we saw Sloan

confront this attendant.

What was his name?

And Sloan threatened to expose him

to Dr. Cristo.

And do you know why?

For taking sexual advantage

of feeble-minded women...

in the ladies' ward.

Who killed Sloan?

Wilkes.

Wilkes! I've broken the story! Thank God!

Take a look, John.

It's a perfect likeness.

What's that?

Well, it's your portrait, of course.

You must be crazy.

That's not me.

I only draw what I see, John.

That's not me!

Oh! I don't - I don't want to play!

I don't want to -

I don't want to play!

- That's not me!

- I don't want to play!

That's not me! That's not me!

Will you -

That's not me!

That's not me!

That's not me!

That's not me!

Ah, that's not me!

That's not me!

Not me!

That's not me!

- I don't want to play.

- That's not me!

- That's not me!

- I don't want to play anymore with you.

I - I'm not gonna play...

with you anymore.

Dr. Cristo...

I know who killed Sloan

in the kitchen.

You've been hearing stories

from a patient.

No, no, no. I'm telling you,

I remember.

So you call the paper

and tell Swanee that I know.

I know who the killer is.

It's Dr. Cristo.

No.

It's Cathy.

No.

I killed Sloan.

Yeah, I killed Sloan.

I killed him.

- Wilkes?

- Yes, sir?

Keep him under restraint

until further orders.

Killed Sloan.

Are you sure you killed Sloan?

Sure, I'm sure.

No.

Cathy did.

Cathy killed Sloan.

Why are you interested in Sloan?

Wilkes killed him.

Who told you I killed him?

Dr. Cristo.

No. Cathy did.

Cathy killed him.

Cathy killed Sloan.

Cathy did it.

Cathy killed Sloan.

Hmm.

Why should Cathy kill him?

Somebody do something about my head!

Help my head!

It hurts!

Why aren't you taking a little walk

in the street?

With these on?

- What's wrong with them?

- It's embarrassing.

That's a good sign.

How's the headache?

Gone. I lost it in the hole.

- You know who I am?

- Dr. Cristo.

That's Mr. Wilkes, Mr. Lloyd,

and I'm a different man.

Who killed Sloan?

I wish I could remember the name.

Watch it now.

This may be a trap!

Two attendants here.

Could be one of them.

Who?

Sloan.

Who's Sloan?

Remove it.

Well, I think it's time you got

a little exercise, John.

Thank you, Doctor.

Wilkes, relieve Kellogg in Hydro, eh?

Yes, sir.

I think you're making progress, John.

Real progress.

He gave me the name of the killer.

He named the killer,

and I can't remember!

I just don't understand!

He handed the story to me

right on a platter!

Right on a platter.

He gave me the name. I've got to -

Why can't I think of a name?

Name!

I can't remember the name

of the killer!

- Did you feel that?

- What?

It's beginning to rain.

I like the rain.

That was such a sour note, John.

You were way off-key.

I remember. Wilkes. Wilkes!

Dr. Cristo, you've got to listen to me.

You've got to let me out of here. Please.

Call my paper. Talk to Swanee.

He'll tell you why I'm here.

- Now, John, don't start that again.

- Wilkes killed Sloan. I swear it!

Get Wilkes. I can prove it!

- I thought you killed him, John.

- Doctor, I'm not nuts!

I'm here for the paper!

I'm a plant!

Now forget all about Sloan, huh?

Mmm.

Why don't you keep Pagliacci company?

Have him sing La Boheme for you.

Yes, sir.

Where did Cristo send Wilkes? Where?

I remember.

Hydro. Hydrotherapy!

I remember! Hydrotherapy!

Who killed Sloan?

Tell me, or I'll tear 'em off!

Tell me, or I'll tear your ears off!

Who killed Sloan?

Who killed Sloan?

Who killed Sloan?

Tell me!

I killed Sloan!

Now, if you don't mind...

I'd like you to call my paper...

and ask Swanee to confirm

that I was a plant here.

That is a load off my mind, Doc.

He was sane enough

to write that story.

He has been sane for weeks.

Don't you stand there and tell me

that there's nothing you can do for him.

Why?

Why is he like that?

Oh, God in heaven.

Well, a man can't tamper with a mind

and live in a mental hospital...

and subject himself to all kinds of tests

and expect to come out of it sane.

John is a catatonic schizophrenic.

What a tragedy.

An insane mute will win

the Pulitzer Prize.

He is not insane!

John...

hold out your hand.

Johnny!

Johnny, Johnny, Johnny!

J -

Oh, Johnny.

Johnny, it's me!

It's Cathy, Johnny!

Johnny!

Johnny, it's Cathy. It's me.

No.

No, no, no, no!

Oh, Johnny, no!

Patients who behave are permitted

to congregate in this corridor.

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