The Three Faces of Eve Page #3

weaker and l'm gettin' stronger.

And one of these days,

l'm gonna come out and stay out,

just you wait and see.

And can you retire,

go back in when you want to?

Sure. You know what I done one night?

One night Ralph had to go to Savannah,

so I went over to the Big Apple

and I got kinda gassed up.

You know what I done the next morning?

I let her have the hangover.

(giggles)

- She's faking.

- Oh, you should have seen her face.

Listen, Mrs White,

I regret to have to say this, but I...

Hello, Doctor.

Mrs White?

On May 17th, 1952,

Mrs White was admitted to the psychiatric

section of the University Hospital

for observation and treatment.

During the first week, her behaviour was

excellent. There was nothing uneven about it.

But Dr Luther still

could not decide when, or even if,

to confront her with the knowledge of

the personality that she had suppressed.

"Love took up the glass of Time,

and turn'd it in his glowing hands;

Every moment, lightly shaken,

ran itself in golden sands."

"Love took up the harp of Life,

and smote on all the chords with might;

Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling,

pass"d in music out of sight."

That's beautiful. l've never heard it before.

Well, I don't really understand what it means.

I just like to read it anyway.

Doesn't have to mean anything in particular.

Good morning.

Would you like to read this one?

"Dear, beauteous Death..."

- Good morning, Doctor.

- Good morning.

- Good morning, Doctor.

- How's it going?

- Oh, I feel much better, thank you.

- She looks better, too, don't you think?

- Yeah, she really does.

- See you later, Mrs White.

- l'll be in the office, Doctor.

- Thanks, Lenny.

- Heard from Ralph?

- He came by for a few minutes yesterday.

- What about Bonnie?

- She's back with my mother and father now.

Tell me something, Mrs White.

Would you say that your marriage,

speaking of it as a whole,

has been a happy one?

No, sir.

Well, some of it, but not as a whole.

Don't you love Ralph?

Yes, sir.

Then why do you think

it hasn't been a happy marriage?

I don't know.

I guess I just haven't

been able to make him happy.

I don't know what it is I do

that irritates him so much, but I do.

Well, tell me something else.

Have you ever had the feeling that,

somewhere deep down inside you,

there might be somebody

you couldn't quite reach,

but that you nevertheless knew was there?

No, sir.

I don't know what you're talkin' about.

- Good night, Doctor.

- Good night.

Hey.

Come here a minute.

Come on. I ain't gonna bite ya.

- Got a cigarette?

- Oh, sure.

- Thank you.

- It's all right.

- Why don't you come in for a minute?

- Well, no. No, you know the rules.

Aw, come on.

I got a poem for you.

Come on. Hm?

I... I can't stay long, though.

It's a limerick.

Chicken!

- Dr Luther?

- Yes?

- About Mrs White...

- Yes?

That lady is a whole lot healthier

than you think she is, Doctor.

Can you control your emergence?

- Says which?

- I want you not to come out, even if you can.

l'm tired of this place.

- It's a nuthouse.

- It's a hospital.

You don't see any bars

or anything like that, do you?

Is she crazy?

No, but you can drive her crazy

if you don't behave yourself.

Why? I don't know what I have to do with it.

I haven't got anything to do with her.

You're wasting your time with that.

l'm a doctor.

- You're cute, you know that?

- Listen...

Hey, look, why don't you and I go out and

have some fun? I can slip on somethin'.

Do you wanna be shut up

in one of these places for life?

One with bars?

- What do you mean?

- I mean if you get into any trouble at all,

Mrs White will be adjudged crazy,

but it'll be both of you that'll be locked up.

But why, if l'm all right?

You're not gonna be subdivided

by any court or board l've heard of yet.

Where Mrs White goes, you go. And that

means into an asylum if she's committed.

An asylum with locked doors and bars

and straitjackets. Now, is that clear?

I guess so.

Well, it had better be.

Cos that'd be the end of it for you too.

No more dancing, no more... snorts,

no more anything.

Ever.

Even if I don't come out,

what do you figure to do about it?

I don't know. l'm not sure.

Nobody knows too much about this, because

there haven't been too many such cases.

But for a starter... I think

l'd like to tell Eve White about you.

What do you want to do that for?

- You object?

- Won't that worry her even more?

I thought you didn't care

what happened to her.

I don't really.

But I mean, you know, if she worries any

more, ain't she liable to go crazy anyway?

l'm afraid that is a possibility, but that's

a chance I think we're gonna have to take.

If we're ever gonna reunite these

two personalities, to put it simply,

l'd say the first logical step

to take in that direction

would be to introduce 'em to each other.

Introduce 'em? Ha!

Doc, you flip me, you really do.

Look. I don't have to put on much.

Let's go on out and have a little fun.

Mrs White.

I don't underst...

I had another one, hadn't I?

A little one.

I was hopin'...

I think l'd better tell you as well as I can

just what the situation is.

Have you ever heard of multiple personality?

Now all Dr Luther had to do

was to explain this situation to Ralph.

- How are you, Ralph?

- Good morning, sir.

- How's Evie?

- Much better now.

- Have you found out what's wrong with her?

- That's what I wanted to talk to you about.

It's a very unusual case.

One of the rarest, in fact,

in the history of psychiatry.

You don't say.

Mrs White's problem is

what is called multiple personality.

- Yes, sir.

- Have you ever heard of that?

- No, sir, I can't say as I ever have.

- What actually happens is this:

At some point in the past,

apparently when she was a little girl,

her personality became divided

into two different personalities.

In effect, she's now two different women,

entirely different in character.

To be more specific about it -

the girl you married, Bonnie's mother,

the sweet, quiet girl you fell in love with,

that's one of the women.

The other is the one that scared Bonnie,

the one who bought all those clothes

and had that row with you in Atlanta.

You know those headaches

and blackout spells?

Well, that was when this other woman,

the one who calls herself Eve Black,

was trying to get out.

Out of where?

Out of the body. Your wife's body.

Well, how do you like that?

But what I want you to understand

is that this is an actual mental condition.

It isn't pretending or faking.

She can't help it.

But that doesn't mean she's psychotic.

Crazy.

Do you understand?

No, sir.

Well, let's see if I can put it

to you in another way.

In the first place, no one has ever defined

the personality as a psychopathological...

- I think you'd better come with me.

- Yes, sir.

(knock on door)

Come in.

- You've got company this morning.

- Hello, honey.

Hi.

- How's Bonnie?

- She's all right.

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