Spellbound Page #7

I'm glad to have company.

Nobody likes to have

crackers and milk by himself.

When I was a young man,

I was always saying,

"If I could only get alone by myself

"instead of wasting my time with people,

"I would be happy. "

Now I am saying just the opposite.

This is the secret of old age.

Everything becomes just the opposite.

Do you know who makes the most trouble

in the world?

Old people.

They are always worrying

what is going to be in the world

tomorrow after they are gone.

That's why they have wars.

Because old people got nothing else

they can get excited about.

Well, we will drink to you,

to when we are young

and know nothing except living.

Alex. Alex, are you all right?

Good morning.

Yes, I am all right, thank you.

- I fell asleep in the chair.

- Yes.

- What time is it?

- 7:
00.

I was dreaming

this morning I get some real coffee.

My husband must have gone out very

early this morning. You didn't happen...

He didn't go out.

He's over there on the couch.

He's all right. He's sleeping fine.

My dear child,

do you think old Alex Brulov,

one of the biggest brains

who is in psychiatry,

is unable to make out

two and two come out four?

I should have known.

The moment I see you with a husband

whose pupils are enlarged,

who has a tremor of the left hand,

who's on a honeymoon with no baggage,

and whose name is John Brown,

I know practically what is going on.

What happened?

Only what I expected.

There is no use taking chances

with a possibly dangerous case.

I sit here waiting.

If you scream, I am ready.

So he comes downstairs,

and he's dangerous.

I can see by his face.

So I keep talking

while I put some bromide

into a glass of milk.

Enough to knock out three horses.

When he falls down, I run up to see you.

You are sleeping like a baby,

and I come back here to watch out.

The struggle against his condition

agitates him at times,

but there's no danger in him.

This is what I found

in his hand last night.

He didn't know he had that.

Alex, you mustn't think that.

He didn't try to do anything to you,

he couldn't.

My dear child, he's not responsible.

But that's not correct.

I'm just a little more experienced

with his type than you.

I grant you know

infinitely more than I do but in this...

Do not complete this sentence

with the usual female contradictions.

You grant me I know more than you.

But on the other hand

you know more than me.

- Women's talk.

- Alex, what are you going to do?

Something more for you, than for me.

I'm calling the police.

- No, no, please...

- You are giving me orders. My own pupil.

You don't know this man,

you know only science.

You know his mind,

but you don't know his heart.

We are speaking of a schizophrenic,

and not a valentine.

We are speaking of a man.

Oh.

I see. Love.

Look at you.

Dr. Petersen,

the promising psychoanalyst,

is now all of a sudden

a schoolgirl in love with an actor,

nothing else.

- Alex, let me tell you about him.

- What is there for you to say?

We both know

that the mind of a woman in love

is operating on the lowest level

of the intellect.

Doctor told me not to smoke

in the morning, but I am too excited.

You're right.

I'm not an analyst, not even a doctor.

I'm not talking to you as one.

But believe me, not what I say,

but what I feel.

The mind isn't everything.

The heart can see deeper sometimes.

The shock of a police investigation

might ruin his chances for recovery,

and I can save him.

But if he killed Dr. Edwardes,

how can you help him?

He didn't, he didn't.

But if it turns out he did,

which I am good and certain it will.

It won't. You yourself

taught me what Freud says.

A man cannot do anything in amnesia that

his real character wouldn't have done.

And how do you know

what his real character is?

I know. I know.

She knows.

This is the way science goes backward.

Who told you what he is?

Freud? Or a crystal ball?

I couldn't feel this way toward a man

who was bad,

who had committed murder.

I couldn't feel this pain

for someone who was evil.

You are 20 times crazier than him.

"She couldn't love him

if he was no good. "

This is baby talk, nothing else.

What do you want I should do?

Give me time to treat him and cure him

before the police find him,

and shock him

into an incurable condition.

- This could take a year.

- No. No, no.

All right, half a year?

We should sit and hide for half a year,

waiting to find out if he's going to

cut your throat, my throat,

and set fire to the house.

Oh, my dear girl.

Even to a woman in love,

such a situation must seem

a little unreasonable.

Just a few more days, Alex,

before you turn him over.

Just a few more days,

and then if I can't do anything,

if we both can't,

then you can call the police.

You're not hiding a criminal.

There's no evidence against him

except his own guilt fantasies.

He's wanted only

as a possible witness as to

what happened to Dr. Edwardes.

But in his present condition,

he could tell the police nothing.

Don't you see

you're doing nothing against the law?

We are helping them

by investigating the patient as doctors.

Doctors who want the truth

even more than they do.

All right.

- You'll wait?

- Go make me coffee.

I'll pretend to myself

I'm acting sensible for a few days.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

I'll make you coffee, with an egg.

- Who are you?

- I'm Dr. Brulov.

Brulov? Yeah, that's right.

Bromides. Who's been

feeding me bromides?

I gave you, to sleep.

Brulov.

Oh, yes. Rochester.

What's your name?

I don't know.

- Constance told you.

- Nobody told me.

If I don't know a patient with amnesia

when I see one, what do I know?

You don't remember

your father or mother?

No.

- Wife or sweetheart?

- No.

Don't fight me.

I'm going to help you, if I can.

I'm going to be your father image.

I want you to look on me

like your father.

Trust me, lean on me.

It's a shortcut,

but we haven't much time.

All right. Go ahead, I'm leaning.

Maybe you've got something

you want to tell me,

a single thought,

a few words in the corner of your head.

Go on, talk to me.

Whatever comes into your head,

just say what it is.

There's nothing.

Maybe you dreamt something?

- Yeah.

- What did you dream?

I don't believe in dreams.

That Freud stuff's a lot of hooey.

You are a fine one to talk.

You've got amnesia,

and you've got a guilt complex.

You don't know if you are coming

or going from someplace,

but Freud is hooey.

This you know.

A wise guy.

You don't like me, Papa.

Do you want I should help you or not?

I'm sorry.

I'll explain to you about dreams,

so you don't think it is hooey.

The secrets of who you are

and what has made you run away

from yourself,

all these secrets

are buried in your brain.

But you don't want to look at them.

The human being very often doesn't want

to know the truth about himself,

because he thinks it will make him sick.

So he makes himself sicker

trying to forget.

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