The Three Faces of Eve Page #6

On the contrary. They think

very highly of you, both of them.

Are we to understand...?

This is a little awkward, but are we to

understand that you're no longer Mrs White?

- No, l'm not.

- Nor Eve Black?

- No.

- Then may I ask, what is your name?

I don't know.

You do know Mrs White and Miss Black,

don't you?

I know them in a way.

I don't think I know them very well.

But you know they're...

Yes, I understand that.

It's a pretty bewildering thing, too, isn't it?

I should say you were well within your rights

in so describing the situation.

And may I add, it seems to grow

no less so with the passage of time.

- I wish I understood it better.

- How long...?

It's not easy to phrase these questions

without sounding like an idiot,

but how long have you,

well, been around?

I don't know. But I don't think

it could have been very long.

- What do you know about Mrs White?

- Oh, what about Jane?

- Jane who?

- I mean, for my name. Jane.

Why Jane?

Why not?

And so now Dr Luther had

three inadequate personalities

to complicate and confuse his search

for one stable and complete woman,

all of whom continued to live, so to speak,

their own separate lives.

Which would it be?

The rollicking and irresponsible playgirl?

Hey, you cut that out.

- I don't even know your first name.

- Ernie.

Ernie! (laughs)

The defeated wife?

Hill Brothers. Yes, sir, just a minute.

Hill Brothers.

- Hill Brothers.

- Thank you for waiting.

What? Well, just keep your britches on,

sugarfoot. l'll get your party for you.

Let me figure out which one it is.

OK, that it?

What? Well, who are you?

Well, honey, you're not the right one.

No, get off the line, you're not...

Look, I don't care who you are.

Blast off, buster.

Or the pleasant young woman

who had no memory?

What, in short, had nature, in the first place,

intended this woman to be?

- Not yet, Janie.

- What's the use, Earl?

You did say you loved me, didn't you?

Yes, I did.

Well, then, is it fair to say you love me but

can't marry me, without telling me why not?

- I just can't. I know it isn't fair. I just can't.

- What is it, honey?

l'm not gonna let you get away with

anything like this. You've got to tell me.

Please, Earl.

Just don't ask me any more. Please.

l'm sorry, Janie, l've got to.

I can't give you up

without even knowing what's the matter.

All right, then. l'll tell you.

Did you read in the newspaper about a month

ago about a multiple-personality case?

A woman that has three personalities?

- In The Chronicle?

- Yes, that's the one.

- Yeah, I read it. What about it?

- l'm that woman.

You're the...

That's right.

But you sound all right.

- Do I?

- You sound fine.

Maybe I do, but not the other two.

Other two?

Sure. There are two others, you know,

and they're very different from me.

And I don't even ever know

when they're coming out.

Holy Moses.

- So that's all there is to it.

- Oh, no, it isn't.

- Oh, please.

- Not by a long shot.

What I mean is, that doesn't scare me.

I feel just exactly the same.

Exactly as I felt before.

I love you just exactly the same.

Maybe even more.

Whatever it is, we can handle it together.

Earl, don't you understand?

It's not you marrying me.

It's me marrying anybody.

l'm sick. I am mentally sick

and I cannot marry anybody, ever.

Then, on the afternoon

of September 17th, 1953,

Mrs White came to the office

for her regular treatment

and died there.

How are you, Mrs White?

I don't feel very well.

Let's go inside and talk it over, shall we?

You look tired.

Yes, l'm very tired.

I seem to be tired all the time now.

Has the lively Miss Black

been keeping you out late?

Yes, sir, I guess so.

Anyway, I seem to be forgettin'

more than ever now.

Well, that could also be Jane, you know.

Yes, sir. I know.

What do you think of Jane?

Well, from what you've told me,

I hope she'll be the one.

- The one to what?

- To live.

Is that what you think is going to happen?

That two of you will eventually disappear?

Don't you?

Well, I have thought so at times.

Well, that's what I think.

And I think it'll be Jane.

At least, I hope so.

Did you go up Sunday to see Bonnie?

- Yes, sir.

- Did you have fun with her?

I did for a while.

Then I forgot for a while.

Then I came back again, before I left.

Then, when I was saying goodbye to Bonnie,

she said to me 'Don't come back that other

way, Mommy. I don't like that other way.'

Eve Black?

I guess when I was up there last month

she must have come out,

and she must have been cross with Bonnie

or slapped her or somethin'.

But then she said "Come back this way,

Mommy. The way you are now."

So I knew that it must have been Jane

that came out this time when I forgot.

And she was sweet to Bonnie.

But then when Papa

was driving me out of the yard,

I got the strangest feeling that

I wasn't ever gonna see her again,

that this was the last time.

And I wanted to jump out of that truck

and go hug her.

Try to explain to her and try to tell her...

But I don't know.

How do you explain to a little girl?

How do you make her understand that

her real mommy ain't never coming back,

but another woman who just looks like her?

Why do you think

you'll be one of the ones to go?

It's just the way I feel, I guess.

I don't really mind. Not any more.

l'm not fit for her now.

l'm not fit for anything, really. I know that.

But if it's Jane...

If she'll just understand how much

our little girl needs love and understanding,

then I won't mind dyin'.

You know, if she'll just

take good care of her for me.

- May I speak to Jane now, please?

- Yes, sir.

Jane?

Good morning.

Good morning.

It was me that came out on Sunday.

And while I was there,

a curious thing happened

that I think you might be interested in.

What was that?

Well...

Well, it was this.

Bonnie and her mother

were out in the back yard.

They were playing ball.

You know, bouncing a ball back and forth.

Now, are you ready? All right.

Here it comes.

- Very good.

- Do it again, Mommy.

OK, here we go.

Uh-oh.

- Look, it's under the house.

- That's all right, honey. l'll get it.

You wait here, darling.

Mother will get it for you.

Can you see it?

Then, when I got under there,

a strange thing happened.

Suddenly, I was littler.

I was a little girl under the house.

I could smell the odour of fresh earth,

like a long time ago.

And morning glories, though there are no

morning glories growing around there now.

And you still can't remember

anything at all about your childhood?

No, not even of being a child.

Do you think Eve White

might be able to remember it?

- I have no idea.

- May I speak with her, please?

Mrs White?

Jane tells me that

when she came out up there on Sunday,

when you were playing catch with Bonnie,

the ball rolled under the house

and she went under after it.

And when she got under there,

she had a feeling of being very small.

A child.

A very curious and somehow frightening

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