The Full Treatment Page #9
- Year:
- 1960
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All right, let's go.
Now, we go back to where the traffic thins
out on the other side of Maidstone.
Ah, there's a clear stretch of road,
car's going like a bird.
I put my feet down and look at
the needle. We're doing seventy-five.
I start to let her out, ninety.
Denise is worried,
so I throttle down
and the needle's coming
back to eighty, seventy-five.
Go on, take deep breaths
and keep talking.
I'm looking at the needle.
It's hovering under seventy.
I'm looking at the needle.
You're looking at the needle.
I'm looking at the needle.
I'm doing seventy.
No, I can't breathe!
We're doing seventy.
Prade, I can't... can't breathe!
Take it off!
Take it off!
Prade! You're trying
to kill me, aren't you?
Take it off!
You'll kill me!
"You'll kill me."
Kill you, Denise?
Why should I kill you? I love you.
No, speed itself
isn't dangerous.
You've got a beautiful neck.
Did I ever tell you?
But that chain
needs shortening.
Try it tighter, so that the
crucifix is higher, like this.
No, I'm not going
to strangle you.
I just want to see what
it looks like, that's all.
What? Wrong side.
I'm not on the wrong side.
I'm on the wrong
side of the road!
What's he doing?
I can't get back! I can't get back!
Denise!
I'm sorry, Denise. Sorry.
What's this?
Glucose.
Can you remember anything?
I was on the wrong side
of the road. It was my fault.
At the last minute
he shot over to his right side
to avoid me and I did
the same to the left,
so when we hit he was
on the wrong side.
Well, at least
we got you there.
But I'm guilty, Prade.
- You did, but not intentionally.
- I killed him.
Through carelessness.
Through dangerous driving.
That's all you're guilty of.
And we've all been guilty
of that some time or other.
I've got to tell them, Prade.
I've got to tell them
it was my fault.
Now don't be a fool, man.
If you open up all that again, you will
put Denise in a fine position.
Denise! Yes, she said in court,
she always said that...
She was protecting you.
Maybe misguidedly,
but a typical female reaction.
She loved you,
not the truck driver.
I killed him.
Well, you didn't kill Denise.
No. And I thought I had.
I thought I had.
That's why you felt like
killing her ever since.
In the moment of terror
you've just relived on that couch
you thought you'd killed Denise,
the object of your love.
You felt so guilty,
you wanted to punish yourself.
And the only way
suffering what you felt you should
have suffered if she'd been killed.
This is terrifying. Terrifying!
The mind can be terrifying,
but fascinating, too.
See how even your method of killing her
was conditioned by the accident.
Your hand on the gold chain
around her neck.
The association of strangling
at a time of maximum shock.
Give me a cigarette,
will you?
Yes, of course.
You see, unpleasant as
it was more satisfactory
to your subconscious than
facing the horror of that
moment before the crash.
Fortunately, you came for treatment
before Denise was lying truly dead.
Yeah, yeah.
I see, but what do I do now?
Get on with your life.
You're finished with guilt.
Go home to Denise,
sleep with her.
You've nothing more
to be afraid of.
I... I am all right, aren't I?
Well, you will probably feel
a little bit strange
for a while,
but that's not unusual
after the violent
abreaction you've had.
Do you have any more
of those sleep-capsules?
Oh, no.
I've finished them.
A good night's sleep
is the best thing,
especially if you're going
to travel tomorrow.
Prade, I can't tell you
how grateful I am.
Oh, nonsense.
I've got a great deal out of it, too.
This capsule
is just as good, hmm?
Well, I won't want to see you again,
professionally, I mean.
But I might come and say
bon voyage to you both
tomorrow morning.
Yeah. Please do.
Our plane doesn't leave till two.
I've given you two.
Take them both, huh?
Yes, Doctor.
And thanks again.
Ah, there's a good girl.
One husband, ready for coffee.
Too late.
I'm coming to get it.
Really, the service
in this hotel is terrible.
All right, so you'll get a good cup
of coffee for a change.
And don't use
all the hot water.
Oh, no. Don't say we're out of it.
Er, Denise?
Where'd you hide the coffee?
I know, you just don't
like me showing you how to...
Hello, Alan.
What a wonderful morning.
You know,
it's not nonsense about the spring.
The sap does rise
and the hormones do circulate.
How do you feel?
Fine. But what are
you doing here?
Well, at least
it's an unusual welcome.
You asked me up for a farewell drink,
don't you remember?
Oh, yes, of course.
I'm sorry. Glad to see you.
What time is it?
Holy smoke! I've overslept.
Well, go and get dressed and
Denise will look after me, huh?
Sure. As soon as she gets back.
Did she say where she'd gone?
Denise? No. Is she out?
I've not seen her.
You haven't seen her?
Well, not today.
Well, how did you get in?
Oh! With this.
Well, you'd better
take it back.
I took the liberty
of letting myself in.
How'd you come
to get hold of this?
It's a relic of the bad old days.
Denise gave it to me.
As a... as a sort of safety
precaution in case...
Well, in case anybody
wanted me quickly.
I won't need it any more, will I?
Er, no.
Denise!
You seem worried.
Anything wrong?
I can't think
where she's got to.
for that coffee you were shouting about.
Oh, yeah. Yeah, that's right.
We're out of coffee.
Oh, go ahead and
I'll even make some tea...
- Oh, Prade...
- Huh?
- You're not holding anything back, are you?
- About what?
She hasn't...
She hasn't left me, has she?
Left you?
After all she's been through for you?
You swear you'd tell me?
Of course I'd tell you.
Now just sit down
and you tell me something.
Yeah. What?
Why shouldn't she have
gone out for some coffee?
I don't know.
It's 10:
30. She knows we've gota plane to catch in a few hours.
She could have left
a note or something.
Maybe she did.
Have you looked?
No.
Well, there's no note.
Look, isn't your anxiety
a little out of proportion
to the reality
of the situation?
Yeah, yeah,
I suppose so.
She was all right
last night, wasn't she?
Well, of course.
Then relax.
Tell me,
what happened last night?
You went to bed together
and then what?
I don't know. I took your pills
and I suppose they blurred my memory.
You did not take them, Alan.
Then why have I slept so late?
At what time did you go to bed?
Oh, early. About nine.
without a hypnotic.
That's very hard to believe.
I don't care what you believe.
I'm telling you, I just woke up.
Alan, I don't think
you've been asleep fourteen hours.
You must have been awake
for some of the time.
- Don't you remember getting up or...
- No.
- ...reading or anything...
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