Spellbound Page #6
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- 1945
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in my hair's enough.
- What are you gonna tell him?
- That we are on our honeymoon.
Doctor, you think of
the most wonderful prescriptions.
- Good evening. Is Dr. Brulov in?
- No, he went out right after dinner.
He ought to be back soon.
Would you mind telling him
I've left his supper on the table?
I'm sorry, but I can't wait any longer.
There are two gentlemen
waiting for him in there.
- How do you do?
- How do you do?
How's your mother been lately?
She's still complaining
about rheumatism.
She figures I ought to get transferred
down to Florida.
I said, "Do you expect me to sacrifice
all chance of promotion
"just because you've got rheumatism?"
Did you take the subject up
with Hennessy?
Yeah. He said a transfer
could be arranged,
but I'd probably have to start
all over again as a sergeant.
I said, "Personally,
I think that's unfair.
"After all the work I did
on that narcotics case. "
What did Hennessy say to that?
A lot of things. He made some crack
about me being a mama's boy.
Pardon me. That may be for me.
I gave headquarters this number.
Hello.
Yes. This is Lieutenant Cooley.
Any new developments?
When did you find that out?
No. Right. I'll be down later. Goodbye.
Alex.
Who is it, please?
My old friend!
- Alex.
- My dear darling.
I didn't have time to let you know.
I just arrived.
Imagine I find you here.
I would have come home quicker.
I was giving a lecture
at the Army Hospital.
- Are these gentlemen with you?
- No. I'm here with...
Dr. Brulov, I'm Lieutenant Cooley
of Central Station.
- This is Sergeant Gillespie.
- What for?
We thought you might give us some data
on Dr. Edwardes.
Data?
What is this kind of persecution?
I told the policeman yesterday
I know nothing about Edwardes.
But yesterday,
you had some kind of theory.
I explained to the policeman
that if Edwardes took along with him
on a vacation
a paranoid patient,
he was a bigger fool
than I ever knew he was.
It is the same as
playing with a loaded gun.
Do you think this patient
might have killed him?
I'm not thinking anything.
I'm not a bloodhound.
Was Dr. Edwardes
What are you talking about?
The man was impossible.
You had a quarrel with him when you were
back in New York, I understand.
Not New York.
In Boston at the psychiatry convention.
What kind of an analyst is it
who wants to cure psychosis
or to a bowling alley?
I understand
you threatened to punch his nose.
All I did was get up and walk out,
and kick over a few chairs
So you don't have to ask me
any more questions.
You have now the facts.
Well, thank you very much.
I'm sorry to have bothered you.
we'll let you know. Goodbye, ma'am.
- Good night, sir.
- Good night.
What do you suppose
they are snooping around me for?
Next they will give me the third degree.
Alex, I'm so glad to see you.
but it happened so suddenly.
I got married.
Who is married?
Why, Alex, my husband, John Brown.
- I'm glad to meet you officially.
- So you are married.
There is nothing so nice
as a new marriage.
No psychoses yet, no aggressions,
no guilt complexes.
I congratulate you
and wish you have babies
and not phobias.
How about we have a glass of beer
like in the old days?
The truth is that we have no hotel room.
All the hotels were so crowded.
What do you want with a hotel?
That's for millionaires,
not for lovebirds on a honeymoon.
You will stay right here.
Look how I'm living by myself
with a can opener.
My housekeeper has gone to war,
my secretary is a WAC.
And I've got a cleaning woman
who can't cook and who hates me.
Cook me my coffee in the morning,
and the house is yours.
- That's wonderful of you, Alex.
- There's nothing wonderful about me.
It's nice to see my old assistant.
The youngest,
but the best one I ever had.
But who knows now.
As my old friend Zannenbaum used to say,
"Women make the best psychoanalysts,
"till they fall in love.
"After that,
they make the best patients. "
which we will analyze at breakfast.
Good night, Dr. Brulov.
Thanks for everything.
Any husband of Constance
is a husband of mine, so to speak.
- Good night, Alex.
- Good night.
- You were superb with the police.
- Was I?
Carried it off
like a grade-A gun monger.
I felt terribly stupid for a few minutes
but it turned out very well.
Providing the professor isn't wiser
than he seems.
Alex? No.
Things are different here.
Someone's been here since my time.
Alex didn't think anything. He's sweet.
He may be sweet, but he didn't even
ask us where our bags were.
Alex is always like that,
in a complete dream state socially.
Do you know,
this room does look changed,
but it isn't.
It's I who have changed.
It's called transfer of affects.
What is?
The fact that everything seems
so wonderful in this room.
That's what it's called, is it?
No. One ignores such trifles
on a honeymoon.
- I take it this is your first honeymoon?
- Yes.
I mean, it would be if it were.
For what it's worth, I can't remember
ever having kissed any other woman.
I have nothing to remember
of that nature, either.
You're very sweet.
- Of course I'm no child.
- Far from it.
I'm well aware that we're all
bundles of inhibitions.
Dynamite dumps!
No.
- Please don't do that.
- Why not?
It isn't ethical.
I'm here as your doctor.
Well, you can stop worrying, Doctor.
I'm going to sleep on the couch.
No, that's also unethical.
Now, this honeymoon is
complicated enough
without your dragging
medical ethics into it.
- The patient always sleeps in the bed.
The doctor occupies the couch,
fully dressed.
I see you know the rules.
You remember something.
No.
This room reminds you of something.
No.
You're resisting a memory.
What is in your mind?
- I don't know.
- Yes, you do! You're resisting it.
Don't start that again.
Don't stand there with that wiseacre
look. I'm sick of your double talk.
You were looking at the bed.
What frightens you?
White lines.
When I made fork marks
on the tablecloth, they agitated you.
you pushed me away because of my robe.
It was white, it had dark lines on it.
Try to think. Why does the color white
frighten you? Why do lines frighten you?
- Think of white. White.
- It frightens me. I can't look.
Don't turn away. Stand still. Look at
the white spread. Look at it, remember!
Darling.
Oh, darling.
You mustn't be frightened.
You mustn't. We are making progress.
We have the word "white" on our side.
Is that you, Mr. Brown?
Oh, I thought it was you.
I was unable to sleep,
so I came down to work.
When you are old,
you don't need to sleep so much.
I'm just having a glass of milk
and some crackers.
Join me, please.
I'll get another glass.
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