The Full Treatment Page #12

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and dismembered my wife.

You even put blood and hair and God

knows what in the instrument box.

You imagined all this, Colby.

He is right, darling.

It was only in your mind.

I suppose it was only in my mind

when you weren't there when I woke up?

No, no. That was true.

I was not there.

- I came back later.

- From where?

My consulting room,

where I asked her to wait

so it wouldn't be too distressing

for either of you.

Oh, when you took me away?

Exactly. You see,

your memory is returning.

You remember leaving the flat

to go to the hospital?

Yes, of course,

I remember.

Ah, good. Now we're

getting somewhere.

I also remember the blood

on the instruments,

the open chute,

the wet bathroom

and all the rest

of the sickly plot.

There was no sickly plot,

except the one you built up in yourself.

It's still there,

this obsession to kill.

Look at the way

you're holding your gun.

You still want to use

those hands of yours.

It's a compulsion, even now.

There was blood

on those instruments!

Alan, there was no blood.

I saw them.

Well, how could you see them?

You weren't there.

After you'd gone,

when I came back to get a suitcase.

I knocked them down

all over the floor.

They were quite clean and bright.

You must believe this.

But I saw it

with my own eyes.

Tesoro, I've lied for you,

but never to you.

You're not really sure,

are you, Colby?

Denise!

Carissimo!

Denise, you didn't

walk out on me?

How could you think

such a thing?

- Yes. But when I woke up...

- It's as I said.

...I found you weren't there...

Madame Prade invited me

here during your treatment.

It's going to be all right, Alan.

Just sit out here

in the sun for a while.

Yes, I...

And get Nicole

to make some coffee.

You would like some coffee,

wouldn't you, Alan, huh?

Yes. I would. Yes.

Now he's all right,

he's all right.

There is nothing to worry about.

Get some coffee, mmm?

Ah, just relax.

Yes, I...

And when you're better,

you must come down here

for a long stay, huh?

Will I...

Will I ever be better?

Of course you will.

Has Denise been here long?

About ten days.

I told you. Don't you remember?

The stay here...

I'll see to that.

We've worked out tougher problems

of memory than that, haven't we?

Of course.

Did you tell anyone

where you were going?

That you were coming here?

No.

- So nobody knows where you are.

- No.

Ah, never mind.

We'll soon let them know.

Get you back under

treatment again.

Come on now, have a cigarette

until the coffee arrives, huh?

David!

How is it that Alan is here

when you said he was put to sleep?

Fifteen days' sleep?

I... I was informed from London.

In this letter you read to me?

Denise, I knew

Alan had escaped.

I just didn't want

to upset you any more.

I'm taking him

back myself today.

No, you're not.

Because I think

Alan is as sane as I am.

- I only wish that were so.

- Prade's right, Denise.

He's always been right.

We must listen to him.

No. Because I think you did see blood

on those instruments also.

Oh, come now, Denise. You yourself

said they were clean and bright.

Exactly. And they should

have been dull and rusty.

Nobody had used

them for years.

So someone wiped them.

Wiped off the remains.

The remains of what, David?

Really, Denise!

Could they have been

the remains of a Siamese cat

that was supposed

to be run over?

Denise,

what are you saying?

Oh, you had time

to fix it all.

When I left, Alan was there

asleep with those pills.

He never took those pills.

He's right, Denise. They were

still there when I woke up.

Were they?

Because I gave you

those pills.

Myself! Or am I too

having delusions?

So you put them there.

And if you put them there,

you did everything else.

Denise, Denise,

let me explain to you...

Prade, you touch her

and I'll...

You're in no position

to do anything any more.

I think you'd better

give me that gun.

I'm not interested

in what you think.

Not any more.

You were a means to an end

and now you are merely an obstacle.

David, put that gun down.

Denise, Denise,

you are the one thing I ever wanted

to love and to respect.

My love is one that

other men don't feel, Denise.

It's love which is

life and death, pain and suffering.

It's a love of total being

and destruction.

You're mad.

Nicole m'a dit que...

Huh? Non, maman...

I think you'd better

sit down, Prade.

Yes.

Alan, don't!

Monsieur! Arrtez!

Arrtez! Monsieur, arrtez!

C'est trs dangereux!

Prade!

Prade!

It's under repair!

No!

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