Spellbound Page #2
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- 1945
- 111 min
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- Yes, I've read all his books.
A very keen, unorthodox mind.
It would be dreadful if Dr. Murchison's
successor was unworthy of him.
He's joining us.
I think you know
everyone here, Dr. Edwardes.
- No, not yet.
- Oh.
- This is Dr. Petersen.
- How do you do?
Dr. Edwardes.
Dr. Hanish has been
showing me the grounds.
It's a remarkable institution,
Dr. Murchison.
- Must be quite beautiful in the summer.
- I pointed out to Dr. Edwardes
our various open-air diversions
for the patients.
we did not do enough in that direction,
and I agree with him.
Let me warn you that Dr. Petersen
is a frustrated gymnast.
Dr. Fleurot considers anything
beyond sitting and standing gymnastics.
I imagine you're very fond of sports.
Yes, I am, and I miss them,
particularly winter sports.
Did you show Dr. Edwardes
the elm grove?
Yes, yes indeed.
That's where we hope to have
our new swimming pool.
I'm a great believer
in the swimming pool.
There's a perfect spot for it
among the elms.
Not an oblong one,
but an irregular pool, something...
Something like this, you know.
Bathhouses should be here.
I take it that the supply of linen
at this institution is inexhaustible!
Forgive me.
That reminds me of my professor
in psychiatry, Dr. Brulov.
He could never stand a sauce bottle
on the table or even a salt shaker.
They took his appetite away.
I remember once
at a banquet in his honor,
he refused to sit at the speaker's table
because he was completely
surrounded by...
...by ketchup.
Last night at dinner,
a dimple appeared in your cheek
And I detected the outcroppings of
a mother instinct toward Dr. Edwardes.
I detest that sort of high-school talk.
Your reactions have upset
one of my pet theories about you.
To wit, that you were immune
to psychoanalysts
and would end up in the arms
of some Boob McNutt with spiked hair.
If I were looking for that type,
Dr. Fleurot, I would have adored you.
Come in.
Hi.
Excuse me, it's from Dr. Edwardes.
Love notes already.
I didn't want to come to this
institution, but my brother insisted.
I can see no sense in it myself.
You see, I'm convinced I'm not suffering
from any hallucination
but that my guilt is very real.
I know, Dr. Edwardes,
that I killed my father.
And I'm willing to
pay the penalty for it.
Come in.
Thank you for coming so soon.
I've been listening to Mr. Garmes
and thought you might help me out.
Mr. Garmes, you shouldn't have
disturbed Dr. Edwardes.
That's all right.
I'm very interested in Mr. Garmes' case.
I knew you would be. He fits perfectly
into your chapters on the guilt complex.
Would you mind telling me
what you're talking about?
You're here to see if we can cure
your guilt complex by psychoanalysis.
But I have no guilt complex.
I know what I know.
- No, you didn't kill your father.
That's a misconception
that has taken hold of you.
I'm sorry, Doctor.
You were talking to him.
No, no, go on.
People often feel guilty over something
they never did.
It usually goes back to their childhood.
The child often wishes something
terrible would happen to someone,
and if something does
happen to that person,
the child believes he's caused it.
Then he grows up with a guilt complex
over a sin that was
only a child's bad dream.
What I am thinking isn't true, then?
No. In the course of analyzing yourself,
you'll see that.
Would you care
to go back to your room, Mr. Garmes?
Harry.
I think we'd better put him under drugs
for a few days.
He looks agitated.
His conviction is curious.
But you've encountered such cases
very often, Dr. Edwardes.
You described them perfectly
in your book.
Yes.
Yes, so I did.
- Would you mind doing me a favor?
- Not at all, Doctor.
I've a headache. I'd like to take
the afternoon off. With you.
I understand you're not on duty
till after dinner.
- I intended typing out my notes.
- Please, I need a little fresh air
and you look as though
it might do you a bit of good.
I was going to lunch
with Dr. Hanish.
He has an interesting new patient,
a kleptomaniac.
Kleptomaniacs for lunch? They'll steal
the food right out of your mouth.
Excuse me.
Hello? Yes. Dr. Edwardes.
What? Yes, Anthony Edwardes.
Who?
Sorry, I don't get your name.
Norma Cramer?
Please, Miss Cramer,
I'm very busy and I don't know you.
Some girl claiming to be...
I hate practical jokes, don't you?
People calling you up and chirping,
"Guess who I am. "
Sounds like some ex-patient of yours.
They're always full
of coy little tricks.
Very likely. Come on, let's go.
We'll look at some sane trees, normal
grass, and clouds without complexes.
done to the human race
has been done by the poets.
Poets are dull boys, most of them,
but not especially fiendish.
But they keep filling people's heads
writing about it as if it were a
symphony orchestra, a flight of angels.
- Which it isn't, eh?
- Of course not.
People fall in love, as they put it,
because they respond
to a certain hair coloring,
that remind them of their parents.
Or sometimes, for no reason at all.
But that's not the point. The point is
that people read about love as one thing
and experience it as another.
They expect kisses
to be like lyrical poems
and embraces to be like
Shakespearean dramas.
And when they find out differently,
then they get sick
and they have to be analyzed, eh?
Yes, very often.
Professor, you're suffering
from mogo on the go-go.
I beg your pardon.
- You can't get through there like that.
- I can. I've done it many times.
- You hurt?
- No, not at all.
- Here.
- No, I'm perfectly all right.
I've usually gone on picnics here alone.
That doesn't sound like much fun.
I haven't gone in for fun,
as you call it.
Isn't this beautiful?
Perfect.
Oh, lunch. Lunch. What will you have?
Ham or liverwurst?
Liverwurst.
Has anybody seen our new chief today?
He has been tied up.
He frisked off
with Dr. Petersen at noon.
It's odd spending his first day
running after Dr. Petersen
It'll do Constance good
to be drooled over.
Poor girl's withering away with science.
I was telling her only recently
that something vital
was missing from her life.
Please don't get up.
I just came in because
I learned Mr. Garmes became agitated
again this afternoon.
- Yes, I gave him a sedative.
- I'm very sorry I wasn't here.
Nonsense. You look as if
you had an instructive time.
- Instructive?
- Gentlemen, notice her stocking.
The lady's been climbing trees.
No, it's trees.
There are two leaves in her hair.
Allow me, Dr. Petersen.
You're surpassing yourself
as a charmer, Dr. Fleurot.
Don't run away. Do have some coffee.
Dr. Petersen's already eaten,
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