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But I'm going to after this,

I'm going to wear exactly the things

that please me.

And you.

Even very funny hats.

You know, the kind

that makes you look a little drunk?

Put them on.

It was something in my childhood.

Something in my childhood.

I remember now. I killed my brother.

I didn't kill my brother.

It was an accident. It was an accident!

That's what's haunted you all your life.

That was the memory you were afraid of.

It's like looking into a picture book,

an old one,

seeing the familiar pictures

one at a time.

I went to Columbia Medical School,

met a girl with a giggle,

who luckily married my roommate, Ken.

Oh, and by the way,

my name's John Ballyntine.

I'm very pleased to meet you.

Another thing, my Army record's

all right. I was invalided out.

I ran into Dr. Edwardes when

I was in the Cumberland Mountains,

trying to recover

from some kind of nerve shock I got

when the plane crashed.

He was on vacation

but I asked him to help me,

and he invited me to go skiing with him.

We went through New York.

I seem to remember

going to lunch somewhere. It's still

a little vague about that luncheon part.

Then we arrived here,

and the accident happened at that spot.

Where you saved me.

Now, let's not have any confusion

about who saved whom.

Yes, he went over there, all right.

It's still a little foggy.

But I do know that Edwardes was

about 50 feet ahead of me

when he went over. I saw him plunge.

That was the thing that set you off.

That stirred up your old guilt complex

and made you think

that you'd killed him.

Then you had to run away from that, too.

Then you took on the role

of Dr. Edwardes

to prove to yourself he wasn't dead,

so therefore, you had not killed him.

Professor, I never quite realized

in my amnesic state how lovely you are.

Now that you got your head back,

you mustn't lose it again.

It's too late. I'm beyond cure.

How does it feel to be a great analyst?

Not so bad.

- And a great detective?

- Wonderful.

And madly adored?

Very wonderful.

You'll look wonderful in white

with a little orange blossom

in your hair.

That sounds vaguely as if

it had something to do with marriage.

That's a brilliant analysis, Doctor.

Hello.

You know Lieutenant Cooley

and Sergeant Gillespie from Rochester?

Yes, yes, we know them quite well.

How did you find us?

With no thanks to your friend,

Dr. Brulov.

We made a few inquiries at the railroad

station. You left a trail a mile wide.

You arrived just in the nick of time.

I believe that's the usual expression.

We found the body of Dr. Edwardes.

It's almost exactly where

you told the local police it would be.

- You remember the spot very well.

- Thank goodness it's all cleared up.

Not quite, Dr. Petersen.

I'm afraid a bullet was found

in the body.

That's impossible.

- It was in his back.

- The case is one of murder.

We shall have to detain you, sir.

It's my duty to inform you that anything

you say may be used against you.

No.

You mustn't say you killed him.

Try to remember what happened

before Edwardes went over.

But when he said he killed him,

he wasn't himself.

He was in a state of

great mental distress.

You can't put him away. You can't!

It'll destroy his mind.

Don't you understand?

Goodbye, my dear.

We won't give up hope. I'm going to

fight and fight and get you free.

My dear girl,

you cannot keep bumping your head

against reality

and saying it is not there.

The evidence was definite.

We can't remove it by wishing or crying.

He trusted me.

I led him into a trap. I convicted him.

Is that real enough for you?

There is no one to blame.

The case was a little deeper

than you figured.

This often happens.

You must realize now one thing.

It is over for both of you.

It's not over.

- You will have other cases.

- It's not over. It never will be.

Don't ask me to stop, I can't. I can't.

Oh, I'm... I'm sorry, I...

Thanks for straightening things out

with Dr. Murchison

and everyone.

It is very sad

to love and lose somebody.

But in a while, you'll forget,

and you will take up

the threads of your life

where you left off not so long ago

and you will work hard.

There's lots of happiness

in working hard.

Maybe the most.

I will write to you.

Oh, Alex.

You're very good.

I'm sorry to hurry you, Dr. Brulov,

but your car is waiting.

- You have just time.

- Thank you.

I'm always late, always forgetting.

A brilliant man.

I should have gone

to the station with him.

You're too tired.

I know that feeling of exhaustion

only too well.

One must humor it, or it explodes.

I shall try to help you in every way.

- You will take care of yourself?

- Yes.

And try to forget things

better forgotten.

You've got a great career ahead of you,

Constance.

Thank you. Well, at least one good thing

came out of all this.

You are back at Green Manors.

Who knows what would have happened

to the place under Dr. Edwardes?

I knew Edwardes only slightly.

I never really liked him.

But he was a good man,

in a way, I suppose.

Well, good night, Constance.

I hope you feel rested in the morning.

I knew Edwardes

only slightly.

I never liked him very well.

I knew Edwardes only slightly.

Knew Edwardes slightly.

Knew Edwardes.

Knew Edwardes slightly.

Knew Edwardes.

Knew.

Come in.

I want to talk to you, Dr. Murchison.

It's rather late,

and you need rest, Constance.

I must talk to you.

Nocturnal confidences

are bad for the nerves.

- Is it something about your work?

- Yes.

- Can't it wait till morning?

- It can't wait.

Do sit down.

Now, what's your problem?

It is a dream

one of my patients reported.

May I ask who the patient is?

The patient is John Ballyntine.

I fancied that.

You're still working on

the possibility of his innocence.

Charming loyalty.

One of your most

attractive characteristics, Constance.

What did he dream?

He dreamt he was in a gambling house,

it was full of odd people

playing with blank cards.

Blank cards.

Obviously the patient was trying to deny

it was a gambling house

by dreaming of spurious cards.

One of the people in the place went

around cutting the drapes in half.

Another was a scantily dressed girl

who was kissing everybody.

With a little effort, one could almost

imagine the inmates of Green Manors.

That's what I had in mind,

Dr. Murchison.

Interesting notion to play around with,

isn't it?

Do go on.

There were eyes painted on the curtains

around the walls.

Oh.

The guards at Green Manors.

The patient was playing cards,

now no longer blank.

A game of twenty-one with a bearded man

who was evidently Dr. Edwardes.

Yes, one usually dreams of one's analyst

as authority with a beard.

He dealt Edwardes the seven of clubs,

and Edwardes said,

"That makes it 21."

I would say the patient was trying

to mention a locale.

The seven of clubs might mean a club.

Yes, with the word "twenty-one" in it.

There is such a place in New York.

It's called the 21 Club.

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