The Seventh Veil

- Thank you. Some place we can talk?

- This way.

- She never attempted suicide before?

- No, never.

I see.

What is about the patient?

She is one concert pianist. I heard her playing for several times.

- She does not speak at all. If you question her?

- She doesn't answer. One will think she didn't hear if one doesn't know what she does

She would talk to me. I should like to

exame her under hypnosis.

- Rather she is not cooperating under narcosis.

- And you really thinking it will help?

It may do. At least it'll tell us the nature of the injury to her mind.

I know you fellows get remarkable results but I can't say I altogether like it.

It seems a little prying. You see what I mean.

Dr. Kendall. The surgeon doesn't operate without first taking off the patient's cloth. Or nor do we with the mind.

You know what the staple says:the human mind is like Salome at begining of her dance.

Hiden from the outside world by seven veils, veils of preserve, shyness, fear, that was friends.

The average person will drop first one veil, then another, maybe three or four together.

With a lover, she would take fiveth, or even sixth, but never the seventh.

Never, you see. The human mind likes to cover its nakeness too to itself to keep its privicy.

Salome drops some of hers but you never get a human mind to do that.

And that's why I used narcosis.

Five minitues on the narcosis and down to the seventh veil. Then we can see what is acturally going on behind.

Then we can really help.

I'll be back tommorrow at 3 o'clock. You have the patient ready please, goodbye Dr. Kendall.

- Well, how is the patient today?

- Just the same, doctor.

I would like to prepare an injection. It's just to put her sleep the first time.

Better on when she is cooperating then she should be able to get along without it.

I should start soon as you're ready.

Good afternoon. Miss Cunningham. My name is Larsen. I trust you sleep well?

Oh, you didn't. That is a pity, a great pity.

When one doesn't sleep, one isn't very happy.

Never mind, never mind.

We should give you a little sleep now.

I want you to breath deeply..

Now we have a little sleep, you are very tired, you like to go to sleep.

Relax now... that's right.. relax and close your eyes, gently, very slowly...

You're so tired, so terriblly tired, so lazy, and you want to go to sleep.

It's so nice to relax.. so nice to go to sleep, that's right, soon you would be asleep...

There, you are asleep.

Nothing can hurt you now because you're asleep, you understand, don't you? Nod your head if you do.

you can do what you like. And you can go where you please.

What would you like to do?Where would you like to go?

Would you like to go back to school?You were happy when you are little girl, weren't you?

Would you like to go back and happy again?

- School.

- Yes?

- School.

- Yes, tell me about it.

- School.

- listen, you are 14 years age now.

- How old are you?

- I am 14.

- You are 14.And you are in school.

- School.

Oh god, it is getting away mind.

Oh, look, it is escaping. Look out, you'll fall.

- How many?

- Six.

- No, seven.

- We can keep them.

Under the bed.

- She won't.

- Why?She is frightened to look under the bed.

- She is, I telling you

- Why?- Cause there is a man of course. -Susan, you're dreadful.

Susan, listen.

The bell. It's time to check already.

- So what?

- We must hurry, susan, we're terribly late.

What's the good if we take

at least ten minutes to come back, then we got to change.

- I mustn't, I mustn't be late.

- Why not, Miss will only give you a black mark.

She will sent me to Miss Dunken.

It's the third time I've been late this week already.

- You can say you feel sick.

- That was on Turesday.

- Say you lost your way.

Susan could persuade me to do anything. I'll do it because she asks.

And I was the one who got into trouble for it. I was punished.

Oh, I know I must be punished of course, but not my hands, please, not my hands.

Today is music scholarship.

If you can leave my hands... please.

That afternoon my hands were savor and blistic. I played so badly that I know I have no chance.

I set my heart on that scholarship. Music was the only thing I really cared for even then.

Next time you set for it then passed easily?

I never set for it again.

During that year, my father died.

My mother was dead when I was 6.

Now my father was dead too.

They told me that I must go and live wiht my uncle Nicholas. Uncle Nicholas wasn't really my uncle at all.

I believe he was my father's second cousin.

He was rich and he is the only relative I had.

Alright, let's look at you.

- Francesca, isn't it?

- Yes, uncle Nicholas.

Don't call me uncle.

I'm not your uncle. If you must call me something, call me Nicholas.

Turn around.

Take your hat off.

Yes, you're france's child alright.

Same straight back, same long legs, same nose

I suppose you got the same sanctimonious

disposition.

- Well, are you sanctimonious?

- I don't know what the word means.

Let's hope you never will.

Come here.

Listen to me, listen carefully.

- This is a bacholar's establishment. You know what that word means?

- Yes, it means you are not married.

Means I don't like women about the place.

I came to live in this house.

I promise myself no woman should ever enter it.

- So far none of them has. You're the first.

- I see.

- What do you see?

- I'm to do my best not to intrude on your privacy more than I possibly do.

- Ring the bell. huh, please.

- Yes, uncle.. yes, Nicholas.

- Would you like to struck him?

- No.

- Why not?

- I hate cats. They frighten me.

Oh, well, you soon will get used to them in this house.

- Parker, this is Miss Cunningham

- How do you do, miss.

- Take her away, you know where to put her.

- Yes, sir, this way...

Parker, who is that?

Mr Nicholas' mother, miss.

- Is she dead?

- I don't think so.

- What happened to her then?

- I can't tell you that, miss.

- I should have ask that to Nicholas.

- I don't think I should do that if I were you, miss.

Mr Nicholas doesn't like this subject to be discussed.

Her name is never mentioned in this house.

- Do you really want to know what happened toer? to her?

- No... yes!

She left #.Run away with a singer

- How do you know.

- Everybody knows cause it's on the papers.

There was a divorce, Mr Nicholas had to give an evidence. He is only twleve then.

How beastly of her!

He might do it to himself sometime.

Can we takes?

How dare you!

- Sorry, miss.

- I'll jump to tell Parker what you said. Alright, I won't.

You may go now.

Thank you, miss.

- James

- Yes, miss?

- How long have you been here?

- Twelve years.

- Has he always been like this?

- Yes, miss, just like this.

Oh, dear!

Those first weeks with Nicholas

was the loninest I ever spend.

Sometimes I wouldn't speak #

for days # except to say "good morning".

Sometimes not even that.

Good morning, Nicholas.

- Good morning, James.

- Good morning, sir.

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