The Three Faces of Eve Page #7

feeling, as if she'd been there before.

Now, this had some meaning for her.

Can you remember, when you were very little,

any experience like that of any kind?

No, sir.

Will you think back to when you were five or

six or seven years old, something like that?

No, sir, I can't remember

anything like that under the house.

Perhaps under hypnosis?

Would you mind?

No, sir. I don't mind.

Will you close your eyes, please? Relax.

One...

Two...

Three.

Now, I want you to think back

to when you were five years old.

Just a little girl on the farm.

A very little girl

playing around the house in the back yard.

Sometimes you play

under the house, don't you?

Yes, sir.

Did you ever go under the house for a ball?

- I don't remember.

- Was it dark under the house?

- Yes, sir, very dark.

- Did it scare you?

No, sir.

All right. Now you're six.

Six years old.

You're still playing around the house.

The back yard.

You still go under the house sometimes?

Yes.

Now, can you remember one particular time

when something happened to you

when you were under there?

I don't want to, please...

Did a ball go under the house?

I want my cup...

First give me my blue china cup.

I want my cup.

I don't want to.

I don't like all those flowers.

Please, I don't want to.

Mama, please, I don't want to.

There's too many people.

Please... Mama, don't make me.

Mama, please, don't make...

- Mrs White?

- What were you doin' to her?

- Eve?

- Of course. What are you tryin' to get at?

l'll tell you. l'm interested in something that

Jane told me about being under the house,

your mother's house, probably

when you were about six years old.

It upset Mrs White very much.

Can you remember what it was?

- I didn't pay much attention to anything then.

- You came out then, didn't you?

Yeah. Only when I wanted to do

something she didn't want to do.

Didn't she ever tell you about all those

lickings she got for things she didn't do?

What are you doing out here now?

I didn't call you.

I don't know. I just had to, I guess.

Do you remember anything

about a blue china cup?

I don't remember anything like that.

How long is this gonna go on?

Until we find out what's the trouble,

of course.

- How long do you think that's gonna be?

- I have no idea.

You know what I think?

What?

I think l'm not havin' much fun any more.

You're still getting out, aren't you?

Not like I used to.

Is it Jane that's doin' that to me?

I don't know. What do you think?

I wish I knew more about her.

What do you want to know about her?

I don't know. It's not like it used to be,

when I knew all about Eve White

and she didn't know anything about me.

That's the way I liked it.

- It's all changed now, hasn't it?

- Mm-hm.

Now there's Jane.

Yeah.

Do you like her?

Very much.

- More than you do me?

- I don't like anybody more than I do you.

You never would go out

and have a good time with me, would you?

A psychiatrist can't go out with a patient.

That's against the rules.

Would you go out with me

if you wasn't a doctor?

Anytime you'd let me.

Does she know all about what I do?

Does she tell you?

When I ask her.

Like about that sergeant?

- Yes, she told me about that.

- That's what I mean.

Somebody around all the time,

telling on you.

- You tell me about Mrs White, don't you?

- Yeah, but she don't do anything.

You know somethin', Doc?

What?

You remember that red dress?

The low-cut one?

How could I forget it?

I want you to have it.

A low-cut dress, for me?

I want you to have it if anything happens.

What do you mean, if anything happens?

Something's the matter.

I don't know what it is,

but something's the matter.

You don't think we're ever

going to get well, do you?

Of course I do.

Well, I don't.

I think we're gonna die, all of us.

Eve.

- You didn't think I could cry, did you?

- You never have before.

You know, I remember

the first time I ever saw you.

You was the first one I ever said who I was.

First one ever knew me.

You liked that red dress, didn't you?

Very much indeed.

I think it's a beautiful dress.

Well, I want you to have it.

Cos you're the only one that knows

what it's meant to me. The only one.

I know of nothing

that's gonna happen to you,

but I do appreciate the dress, believe me.

Now, may I speak to Jane?

- Of course.

- Jane?

Goodbye, Doc.

Goodbye, Eve.

Jane?

Yes.

What do you think she meant?

I don't know.

Have you remembered about

that blue china cup? Or under the house?

- No.

- Mrs White?

No!

No, Mama! Mama, please don't make me!

Please, please, please!

Please don't make me,

Mama, please! Please don't...

- Jane?

- Please, please!

- What happened, Jane, under the house?

- She made me kiss her!

She made me kiss her!

Mama, please!

(children chant) l'll beat you! l'll beat you!

- l'll beat you!

- l'll beat you!

Evie! Evie?

- Come on, sugar, time to get your clothes on.

- l'll be there in a minute, Mama.

Come on, Evie. I don't want to

come in there after you.

You come on this minute, do you hear?

You've got to kiss Grandma goodbye.

Then you won't miss her so much

if you kiss her goodbye, sugar pie.

You know that.

Please don't make me.

I don't want to. Oh, Papa.

Evie, darling. Evie,

you do like your mommy says.

Come on, now, you give her to me.

I know, sugar. All you've got to do is kiss her.

- Don't make me, please.

- Then you won't miss her so much.

- Mama, I don't want to, Mama.

- You've got to kiss her goodbye.

I don't want to. Please, Mama.

(sobs) Please, please! I don't want to.

Kiss her goodbye,

so you won't miss her so much.

(screams hysterically)

She didn't mean any wrong by it.

It was just the way

people thought in those days.

If you kissed the dead face, it was a sweet

goodbye and you wouldn't miss her so much.

That's all she meant.

Do you think a great deal about death now?

No.

Just that...

"Life's a city full of straying streets,

and death's the marketplace

where each one meets."

Just that. Someday, it'll happen.

Who wrote that? That poem?

- Shakespeare, wasn't it?

- Where did you learn it?

In high school.

Mr Montgomery recited it to us one day.

- Who was Mr Montgomery?

- The English teacher.

Who was your first teacher? Your very first,

when you first started going to school?

That was in Fortsville. Miss Bates.

In the second grade?

Miss Bates in the first grade.

Miss Griffith in the second grade.

Miss Stewart in the third grade.

And... and then we moved to Richmond and

we had Miss Patterson in the fourth grade.

Do you remember all of them?

- May I say 'em?

- Go on.

And in Richmond, we lived on Fifth Street.

27 Fifth Street.

Right next door to the Thompsons.

Rick and Mary Lou Thompson.

And... and Mr Thompson worked

at the railroad, in the machine shop.

Because I remember one Sunday

he took us all down to look at the machines.

Rick and Mary Lou and Florence and myself.

Florence is my cousin.

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