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Please, Vincent is an old friend.

I wouldn't want him to think

I was on ogre

that makes beautiful

women cry into their soup.

That's better. Thank you.

May I tell you

why I insisted on meeting you?

I have something that I was sure will

make you feel better about yesterday.

I persuaded the manager, Mr Simms,

to give me the Mrs William Sutton

shoplifting report

from the store files. Here it is.

If you tear it up,

there will no longer be a record of

yesterday's episode on file anywhere.

I... I feel like such a fool.

How can I ever thank you?

Do you know Tina Cosgrove?

Not very well.

I've been to some of her parties.

She's giving one for me.

For you?

Then you must be a celebrity.

In Tina's eyes, anybody

who attends three of her parties

automatically becomes a celebrity.

I made the grade last month.

Tina, darling!

What a wonderful party!

Everybody's here!

I adore people

famous enough to know me.

How magnificent, Tina!

Wherever you are,

you always attract the best society!

Don't be silly! I don't have

to attract society, I manufacture it!

I want you to meet

my guest of honour. David!

This is Feruccio,

31st Baron of Ravallo,

and his adorable fiance, Taffy Lou.

I'm responsible

for bringing them together.

You're in the movies, Mr Korvo?

No.

Mr Korvo reads souls, guides human

destinies with the aid of the stars

and makes fortunes for other people

at a nominal fee.

How wonderful! I have always admired

fortune-tellers.

- I am not quite a fortune-teller.

- He's a genius!

Before you go, you must attend

one of his lectures on hypnotism.

Nor am I quite a hypnotist.

I use a number of sciences in my

experiments with the human family.

For instance, you, Baron,

are obviously born in November,

late November. Yes? Sagittarius.

How do you know that?

You are also a hyperthyroidic type

and from the droop of your eyelids

and your overstressed speech,

with a manic depressive tendency.

Adding up these informations,

we get a man of violent temper,

suffering from fits of melancholia,

who in the past year

has been preoccupied with suicide.

But how can you know? I have spoken

to nobody except my Taffy Lou.

How do stars tell you that?

Not the stars, my eyes.

They, too, are a science.

The cut is only recently healed.

A bad one.

This man is marvellous!

You mustn't move a step from now on

without consulting him.

I'll arrange everything! I'll bring

him to Italy for your wedding!

All it will cost you is expenses

for David and me in Rome.

A pleasure!

You make us sound like pickpockets,

which is unfair to one of us.

- Drink, Ann?

- Yes, please?

Arrivederci. I hope your new marriage

gives you something to live for.

If only a divorce.

A pure canasta, boys!

This will help your headache.

- Does it show?

- Not much. A squint in your eyes.

How could you tell the Baron

was born in November?

Taffy Lou's my protge.

I interviewed her before the party.

Very ingenious.

I'm so glad you're here.

You make Tina's party almost human.

You're remote

from this sort of people.

I want to help you, Ann. Your eyes

are full of fear and tension.

- Have you slept?

- No.

- Not since that day?

- I can't sleep.

- Pills any help?

- No. They don't put me to sleep.

- They just make me jump inside.

- Yes, I know.

I'll ask Bill for some other kind.

Don't. Your husband

is not entirely stupid.

If he finds out you have insomnia

he'll look for its cause

and probably stumble on it.

We don't want to appear like

the twisted customers on his couch.

If I could only sleep.

You need treatment

and you can't go to a doctor.

Your husband would hear of it at

the first caf klatsch he attended.

Perhaps you'll swallow your prejudice

against a humble astrologer

whose only medical diploma

is the gratitude of his patients.

Thank you, but I can't possibly

become a patient of yours.

You are already.

The fact I know of your kleptomania

and know that your mind is sick

and threatening to get out of hand

gives me a medical position

in your life, doesn't it?

Yes, I... I suppose it does.

With me, you don't have to exhaust

yourself trying to seem normal,

the serene and devoted wife who

doesn't dare upset her busy husband.

Your soul can undress in front of me.

That means that your cure

is already beginning.

I can make you sleep every night.

Nine hours of peaceful, happy sleep.

How?

Trust me. Look at me.

There are no thoughts in your mind.

No fears.

Trust me. I can help you.

Don't think of anything.

Forget.

There is nothing to remember.

Just close your eyes and forget.

Forget.

(Softly) Forget.

Can you hear me, Ann?

Yes.

You can hear only my voice.

All other sounds have faded away.

You will hear only my voice

until I wake you up.

Yes.

You must do what I say.

You know that?

Yes.

Co to the window, draw the curtains,

go to the door, close the door,

then come back and sit down.

Now, open your eyes.

Close the door.

Cive me your hand, Ann.

Put your hand in mine, Ann.

Hold my hand.

Close your eyes.

I'm going to leave an order

in your mind that you'll obey later.

Yes.

Tonight at eleven o'clock

you will go to sleep.

I will go to sleep.

You will fall asleep

at eleven o'clock tonight,

and you will sleep for nine hours.

I will sleep for nine hours.

You will remember nothing

that has happened here. Nothing.

You will wake up

slowly and pleasantly.

Wake up now.

Was I asleep?

You relaxed for a moment.

Feel better?

Oh, yes! Much.

I really feel so rested.

You will sleep tonight

without any trouble.

- If I do...

- (Doors open)

- Sorry.

- Teri, come in.

Who was that?

A woman who no longer admires me

as much as she used to.

Her name is Theresa Randolph.

- Three o'clock tomorrow, Ann.

- What about three o'clock?

- At my apartment.

- Your apartment?

You give that simple word

a wealth of sinister meaning

that brings the Victorian era back.

I work at my hotel.

- More convenient and less expensive.

- I'm sorry.

- Three o'clock?

- Yes, I'll be there.

The Baron looks as if he may escape

with all his palaces in your absence.

Better do something.

I'm delighted to have brought back

your wit.

Barone, perch andate via?

Siete il mio invitato favorito.

He speaks Italian, too!

Excuse me.

I'm out of powder.

- Care to use mine, Mrs Sutton?

- Thank you.

- It's a bit dark.

- I like that shade.

It keeps one from looking like

a corpse in the sunlight.

- I'm Theresa Randolph.

- How do you do?

I owe your husband a great deal.

He's a brilliant and honest man.

Yes, he is all of that.

Have you known David Korvo long?

Not very.

I have.

Of course, it's none of my business,

I belong to no

Wives' Protective Association.

What do you mean?

I mean to be helpful.

I'd like to warn you about David.

Warn me?

Aren't you being presumptuous?

You have no reason to be jealous.

I'm old enough to be your mother.

- Jealous?

- He's after your money, Mrs Sutton.

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