The Secret Life of Walter Mitty Page #7

Holland will be eternally grateful.

Well, I really didn't do anything.

It's lucky I found out

where Walter lived.

Very fortunate.

You don't know what this means to me,

my dear.

I think I do.

Come and join me.

This calls for a celebration.

And you've been through a great deal.

Mother doesn't like me to drink

very much, but maybe just a little one.

- Now, where is the book?

- Yes, Walter. Give Uncle the book.

- I gave it to you in the car.

- Yes, but I returned it.

No, don't you remember?

I said, "Here's the book."

And you said, "Thank you, Walter."

I said, "You're welcome..."

Look through all your pockets.

You must have it somewhere.

No, I'm sure I gave it to you.

We must have left it in the car.

We'd better go look.

Wait! Mr. Mitty.

- To Holland.

- Yes. To Holland.

- Hurry, Walter.

- We'll be right back.

You'd better put this raincoat on.

It's still raining out.

Walter, what happened?

Wake up!

- The Boot!

- Where is the book, Rosalind?

Better put this raincoat on.

It's still raining outside.

He's coming to.

Did you get it?

Get what?

The black book.

Mother, what are you doing here?

Where's Rosalind?

Your niece.

Young man. I have no niece.

No niece?

How long had he been

crawling around your front lawn?

Tyler found him at 7:00 this morning.

- Eating the tulip bulbs.

- Tulip bulbs!

I'll pay for all the damages,

Mr. Van Hoorn.

Mother!

- He says he has no niece!

- If he says he has no niece...

- He should know!

- But I know he has! Her name's Rosalind.

She has blonde hair

and is the prettiest girl I ever saw!

I'm afraid he's suffering

from some hallucination.

I'm not suffering from anything!

There is a black book!

And a man was murdered

in front of my eyes!

Tuesday you invited me to lunch,

and Rosalind was here!

She was at that piano...

I have never set eyes on you before

in my life.

- What do you mean, you...

- Please don't make anymore trouble!

- I'm not making...

- Now, Mitty!

Pull yourself together!

We have four magazines going to press!

I don't care!

Young man, you're beginning

to exhaust my patience.

You've destroyed property of mine.

I could have you arrested.

Now we can settle this amicably.

I'll pay for all the tulips and send you

a life subscription to "Terror Stories."

I've gotta find Rosalind.

And don't pay him for any tulips!

- I didn't eat a single one! Rosalind!

- Don't get exited!

- We'll get you to a doctor right away.

- I'll telephone Dr. Renshaw.

- He took out Walter's tonsils.

- Pardon me. If I may suggest.

The boy needs not a physician,

but a psychiatrist.

- Psychiatrist!

- I happen to know a very good one.

- Name him, sir. Money's no object.

- No! I'm gonna find Rosalind.

- Catch him!

- I don't know what's happened to Walter!

He's never run away from home,

not even when he was little!

- There, there. Mrs. Mitty.

- He's such a quiet boy.

Yes, he...

Oh, my poor dear!

What have you done to him?

He did it himself, madam.

- What's that psychiatrist's name?

- Dr. Hugo Hollingshead.

The doctor will see you now.

- Come along, Walter.

- Come on.

I'm all right!

I'm not crazy! I just don't wanna...

How do you do?

Won't you come in?

- That's him! That's Dr. Hollingshead!

- Of course it is.

He's the one who pushed me

out the window!

Mother, he's a killer!

He belongs to the gang!

- Walter, please!

- There, there, my boy.

The doctor's not going to harm you.

- I'm Mr. Pierce.

- I see. How do you do?

- And this is Mrs. Mitty, I take it?

- Don't let him touch you!

Call the police!

Doctor, you've got to help us.

Mitty is one of my key men.

He was all right up to 48 hours ago,

but then...

Well, you can see.

- He pushed me out of a window!

- Walter, please!

- Do you think he's starved for vitamins?

- Calm yourself, my dear Mrs. Mitty.

- We'll give him a thorough examination.

- No!

What's the matter, fellow?

Why don't you like me?

Because you pushed me

out of a window, that's why!

But I've never seen you before.

Possibly you're mistaking me

for somebody else.

No, I'm not! Nobody could look as much

like you do as you do!

You've got to get well!

You're going to be married Sunday!

Don't you understand?

This man is a criminal!

There's no reason he can't be

back at his desk tomorrow!

I'd rather speak to him alone.

Would you mind?

Please don't leave me, Mother.

Mr. Pierce, don't leave me alone with...

Now, now, young man.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

Your mother will be right outside.

- Will you, Mother?

- Of course, darling.

It's all right.

Would you take your glasses off?

Why, of course.

Are you quite sure you didn't

come to my office...

and try to push me out of the window?

What nonsense.

I'm sorry.

That's better.

Sit down, boy.

Now just lie down there

and be comfortable.

- Go ahead.

- Can't you examine me standing up?

It's necessary that you be

completely relaxed.

Now just lie right down there.

Relax, boy!

Now...

close your eyes.

The left one too.

That's right. Now tell me

all that's bothering you.

Well, the day before yesterday...

I met a girl.

She looked like all the girls

I've ever dreamed about.

Don't you say he's crazy

because he isn't!

Of course not.

He isn't imagining anything.

What's so mysterious about a black book?

It's just full of telephone numbers.

- That proves he's normal.

- Telephone numbers!

And that Rosalind he's always screaming

about... just one of the numbers.

Mama, I wanna go home!

What's bothering you, honey?

And what about the black book?

That was gone too.

It was in your possession

when you came to the house?

I thought I'd given it

to Mr. Van Hoorn's niece...

but he said he had no niece.

Why are you asking me

all these questions?

Because as a psychiatrist I must know

your innermost mental processes.

Tell me...

what sort of business are you in?

I'm a proofreader at

the Pierce Publishing Company.

I see.

My boy, you're suffering

from a romantic delusion...

aggravated by overwork

and incessant daydreaming.

You mean, l...

I dreamed the whole thing?

Don't you see?

You've obviously been affected

by all these pulp magazines...

that you're constantly proofreading.

You've been frustrated all your life

so you live in your daydreams.

The heroine is always in danger:

She's tied to a chair...

bound and gagged.

But she was so real.

She had the prettiest mouth.

Every time she touched me...

I grew hot and cold.

- What's the matter?

- I just saw her!

She was sitting in there!

She was bound and gagged.

My boy. I'm afraid you're in love

with a girl who doesn't exist.

They were right, I guess.

- I daydream too much.

- Exactly!

And that can lead

to serious complications.

I had a patient here last week

who was suffering...

from the same sort

of romantic delusions.

- He was?

- Yes. Poor fellow was in a bad state.

No matter how a woman was dressed,

he fancied he saw her in a bathing suit.

Metaphilia... an extreme case, of course.

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