The Dark Mirror Page #4
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- 1946
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look like to you?
It might be a mask.
The black slit for eyes,
heavy eyebrows and lips
giving it a fixed expression.
Anything else?
- May I turn it?
- Anyway you wish.
This looks like a white
lamb with a black nose.
He got a mark on its forehead.
It looks like a moth spreading
its wing over a butterfly.
Beneath his feet, there are two
men face down, arms outstretched.
It all seems symbolic of something.
The lamb looks so innocent but
it has two men under its paws.
Symbolic of what?
The lamb's death?
I wonder if you are as
so cool as you pretend.
- No.
- I think so either.
Outside the office I'm a real
tear with jet propulsion.
What do you see?
What does it looks
like to you Terry?
These are two men, back to back.
But they seem ignorant about each other.
Now it's changing into
a full face of a man,
with mustache and slanted eyes.
Here is a dancer, a woman
dancing with a puppet.
The puppet reaching to a rival
But all the time it try to
reach to do her some harm.
Can I have a cigarette?
Why did you leave Nebraska, Ruth?
We lived in a farm
for about a year,
and the farmer's wife wanted to adopt
me because she could not bear children.
They could only afford one of us.
Why you instead of Terry?
It just happened.
I suppose no particular reason.
she heard about it - naturally.
So we decided to pull out.
What do you see?
Two people in costume
dancing around a pole.
They are bending over.
- It's that what you wanted?
- Yes. Anything else?
You can turn it if you wish.
These are two skaters
like in the ice show.
And they are leaning backward
and the arm extension.
Terry how did she find out?
From the farmer, I suppose.
He never liked her for some reason.
Was he cranky?
No, I got along fine
with him, but Terry...
What do you see?
Two old ladies sitting back to back
in an open streetcar like
those in San Francisco.
They seem frightened.
They are clinging to their seats
and their feet are under the seat.
And look at those chins!
That's a drum majorette,
with a high bear shako.
She's very straight and graceful.
And she got her knee
high in the air.
Thank you very much.
Well, it's about time!
Sorry I'm late.
- Did you go through town?
- No. Scott and I just talked.
After that ink spot stuff. Who do you
suppose ever thought that one up?
Talking about what?
Just gapping.
Chicago, movies, when we were kids.
Not about us?
No, mostly about himself.
He was funny about his school.
He must have been.
He was, really.
Once he drops that office
act, he is awful funny.
The way he was before, remember.
Is that his line,
down the memory lane?
I don't think it was a line,
he just wanted to talk.
Nothing romantic?
I'm afraid not.
Dear me, you sound disappointed.
You're not falling for him?
My goodness, Terry, sometimes it seems
as if that's all you think about!
Falling for someone!
Of course not!
Just don't want to see
you do anything foolish.
Yes, Momma.
I'm not convinced yet that he's
is strictly on the level with us.
I don't know, of course.
I can't believe it.
Perhaps not, but if I were
you, I'd be a little careful
not too friendly.
If only we weren't so...
I know.
It's not very pleasant.
But as long as we are, we just have
to be on our guard with everybody.
Particularly him.
Well, it's something I hadn't figured on.
Never even dreamed of.
As promised, I will not
ask any questions.
All I can do is to stand here,
and wait for whatever
you want to tell me.
You know the ink spot test?
to check and cross-check.
In the ink spot test
about 80% of the people
will in general see the same
figure, the same illusions.
What the other 20 % see
reflecting the true secret pattern
of their own mind and personality.
In this case, there don't seem
to be any doubt about one thing.
One of our young women is insane.
Very clever, very
intelligent, but insane.
This is called a free
association test.
And it's so simple that
even I understand.
If you are looking for smarter one I can
save you a lot of time: It was Terry.
Is that official?
It's the funny thing. I was born 7
minutes and 55 seconds before her,
but that is not the way it feels.
She has been the older sister.
Always helping me,
and protecting me.
And like a mother too, because we've
been orphans since we were 10.
This is not a contest.
I'm interested in absolute,
not comparative results.
Yes, sir.
You know...?
I'm a very pleased man today.
And I haven't been
for almost a week
because you haven't seemed happy.
I'm sorry.
I was afraid I've done
something that offended you.
I did not mean to.
I was something else, I was a little
worried - about something else.
- But it's all right now?
- Yes, okay.
Good. the way it ought to be.
But back to cold science.
I'm gonna give you some words
and you answer with the first
word that comes into your mind.
Not a sentence, just one word.
And answer as quickly as you can.
That's the important part.
Are you ready?
Table.
Chair.
Ready? Dark.
Night.
- Moon.
- Beams.
- Knife.
- Scissors.
- White.
- Black.
- Mirror.
- Death.
King.
Queen.
Blossom.
Flower.
- River.
- Lake.
How could you have said it?
How do I know.
It just popped out.
I don't understand all this fuss.
What possible harm can it do?
None! None whatever!
I don't give two cents for that
fellow and his kindergarten games.
It can do that test 24/7,
And beat him at it every time.
He can't frightened
me with that stuff.
It's you I'm worried about.
Why?
Because it shows your mind is still
on that thing and you can't deny it.
When he said "mirror" you
said "dead" that proved it.
It may not mean anything
to him, but it does to me,
and it's a dead giveaway, that you
think I had something to do with it.
Terry, please!
I've told you...
Why do you keep saying
a thing like that?
Forget it!
But you have not
right even to think.
Why do you take these
sleeping pills?
- Because I can't sleep without them.
- Why can't you?
Because my nerves are still bad.
I haven't got over everything yet.
Neither of us has.
Is that all?
- What other reason could there be?
- Not your conscience?
My conscience about what?
Perhaps you're sorry you didn't tell
the police everything you know.
Maybe that's what troubling you.
Maybe you think you
should do it even now?
This is ridiculous! Such a
thought never entered my head.
Because, if you are,
the phone is there...
Terry, stop it!
You're talking nonsense!
- Am I?
- Of course you are!
I hope so.
Because if you ever suspected me,
I do not know what I would do...
I really don't...
Table.
Chair.
- Moon.
- Stars.
King.
Queen.
- Death.
- Mirror.
Girl.
Woman.
- Black.
- White.
- Rose.
- Thorn.
I have an idea, you are not
impressed with this stuff.
No? Then why do you
think I'm here?
Just to humoring the old professor.
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