The Full Treatment Page #7

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it seemed... it seemed there could

never be a greater happiness.

I wanted to end everything,

just kill her right there.

In case next time

it wouldn't be the same.

Could that be the reason?

You are afraid you might

lose that happiness,

so you substitute your fear by wanting to

destroy the person who could take it from you.

But why suddenly?

I've been with Denise before

the accident without wanting to...

It wasn't like this.

Why suddenly?

Do you remember anything

about the accident?

No. Nothing.

What was the last

thing you recall?

Standing beside Denise

in the church.

And the next thing?

About four weeks later

in the hospital.

- Sorry for yourself?

- No.

Oh, yes, you are. But that's reasonable.

That's quite normal.

Except there's a bit too much

reaction attached to it.

I wonder why.

Because the crash wasn't my fault.

That's why.

I thought you didn't

remember it.

Denise saw

the whole thing. She...

He came down the wrong

side of the road and hit me.

What I want to know is what was in

your mind in the gap before that crash?

I think the key to your trouble lies in

that period of mental blackout.

What if I can't remember?

Psychiatry has a whole

armoury of weapons today.

We can analyse,

we can give you CO2, insulin,

electrical convulsions,

acetylcholine.

We can even cut out

a piece of your brain.

Leucotomy, but in your case,

we'll try one or two simpler things.

Do you think you can

straighten me out?

You have to straighten

yourself out, Colby.

You know, I can help,

but in the end, it's up to you.

You know, the memory is there.

We have to dig it out.

And then we have to find out why your

normal reactions became twisted and abnormal.

You mean I'm mad.

You're not certifiable.

But if I did anything

to Denise?

You would be then.

Do you think I will?

- Do you?

- Well, how the hell should I know?

You're supposed

to be so damn clever.

You're supposed

to know all the answers.

But you're not here to find out my answers.

We're here to find yours.

So what do you want to know?

Ask me! Ask me!

Ultimately, I will have to

make you live that drive again.

I will have to take you right up

to the moment when you crashed.

Oui, it's going to take time

and it may not be pleasant.

It's worth anything

for Denise.

I think so.

I shall want to see

you again, Friday.

My receptionist will

give you an appointment.

Friday.

Any chemist can do this for you.

Tablets to keep you steady,

help your memory.

Capsules for sleeping.

I want you to dream.

I can't dream just like that.

Everybody dreams, and you will.

But write them down.

Keep a book and bring it along.

While we're on the subject of sleep,

do you have a spare bed?

- Yes.

- Good.

Are you telling me

to sleep in it?

It's entirely up to you.

Well, what do I tell

Denise about all this?

Well, whatever you wish. There's

nothing secret about these meetings.

Only when she comes to see you?

What?

Like last night, for instance.

You were both in quite

a state last night.

Well, I suggested

she shouldn't tell you.

She didn't,

but you just did.

Well, good for you, Colby.

It shows that the old IQ

is still working very well.

I just hope you're

a bloody genius, that's all.

Just hope.

Miss Parks?

Has Mrs Radisson arrived yet?

No, no, no, no. Hold her a moment.

Mr Colby is on his way down.

As soon as he leaves, I want you

to put through a call to Mrs Colby.

Wait a minute,

I'll give you her number.

All dreams are important.

These notes of yours may seem

senseless and disjointed,

but they help to form the pattern

of some traumatic experience

you went through

on that drive to Dover,

an experience which somehow is

throwing up the abnormal desire

that is plaguing

your life at the moment.

As I told you, we are going to try and

dig out that gap in your memory.

I've been trying.

It's a complete blank.

Well, today I'm going

to start from the end.

I'm going to plug hard now

at your presenting symptom.

The reason, in fact,

that you came to me.

The fear that you might

kill your wife. Okay?

Okay.

Well, let's bring this fantasy into

the light and get you to live with it.

How are you

going to do it?

- Do what?

- Kill her.

I'm not going to.

All right. But just for now

let's say you are.

How are you

going to do it?

I don't know.

Oh, for heaven's sake, man,

you said you nearly did.

You had nightmares about her,

you're scared to make love to her.

- You're going to strangle her, aren't you?

- No!

Of course you are.

That's your natural inclination.

Where are you going to do it?

In the street?

- Of course not.

- Where, then?

I'm not going to kill her.

But if you did,

where would you do it?

In the flat, I should think.

What are you going to use?

Your hands?

Look, Prade, this is madness.

Of course it's madness.

I can't help it.

Not for the moment, but you will.

What are you going to use?

No!

Don't run away, Colby.

What did you use last time?

- A wire stretcher.

- That's right.

- Where did you get that from?

- The kitchen.

All right.

When are you going to do it?

Well, what does

that matter?

Look, Colby.

You're going to strangle your wife.

Are you going to wait until

the milkman knocks on the door?

- No.

- I should think not. Well?

I don't know.

At night, I imagine.

At night, yes.

When is the time

you'll feel most like doing it?

Look, Prade, this is...

Answer my question.

How can I?

I don't want to do it.

Yes, you do.

That's why you're here.

Stop lying, Colby.

Stop lying to yourself.

When do you feel

you most want to kill her?

After...

After we've...

After. Yes. She's asleep,

you get out of bed, you go to the kitchen

and fetch the wire stretcher.

Then what?

I... I put it...

All right,

let's take that as read.

Stop running away.

What do you do with the stretcher?

I put it around

her neck and...

Go on!

And I pull it tight.

- I couldn't hear.

- Pull it tight!

That's better.

Then she makes a few gasps

and she's still.

Now she is dead.

Denise is dead.

Say it.

Denise is dead.

You feel better?

Good God, no!

What are you

going to do about it?

You've killed her.

What now?

I don't care.

I don't know.

Oh, yes, you do. What are you

going to do about her, hmm?

You... You're a murderer.

You've got a body on your hands.

How are you going

to dispose of it?

I don't know.

How the devil should I know?

Colby, I want you

to face this.

It's important.

Don't you understand?

Denise's body is lying there. The stretcher

has left its pattern on her neck.

What are you going

to do with it?

I'm waiting. Think, man.

I won't play this sick game.

All right, it's a sick game. You're a

sick man. Now what are you going to do?

I should have

to get rid of the body.

Denise's body.

How?

Piece by piece.

You mean cut her up?

Yes. Cut her up.

Is that too gruesome?

You started this game.

What's the matter, can't you take it?

Do you know how difficult it is

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