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Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

Tonight, as I promised you, we are presenting a really big show.

Our play is entitled, You Can't Be a Little Girl All Your Life.

So we thought it would be appropriate to show you the home of one of our first

and perhaps greatest child psychiatrists.

But before we show you the story, we want to test your reflexes with this

commercial. If on seeing it you have the impulse to leave the room, you are

absolutely normal.

How do you feel, Julie?

I mean, far away.

Nothing in there, yes.

Well, no wonder.

But don't think about it now.

I was worried about that eye.

It's going to be all right.

Julie?

Are you sure she's all right, Dr. Buck?

She's going to be fine, Tom.

Like some animal.

I must look terrible.

You're beautiful.

Julie, the police are waiting to talk to you.

No. But you have to talk to them sometime.

The sooner you do it, the sooner they can find the man.

You do want to help, don't you?

Yes. I knew you would.

Tom, go on out and tell them we'll come right along.

I'm sorry to have kept you waiting so long, but my wife's terribly upset.

You will go easy on her, won't you? Don't worry, Mr. Barton. We've been

this sort of thing before.

Mrs. Barton, my name is Christensen. Lieutenant Christensen, police

This is Mr. Dahl of the district attorney's office.

Now, I know this is a difficult time for you, Mrs. Barton, but it's important

for us to get any information you may have as quickly as possible.

Do you think you'd recognize the man if you saw him again?

No. Well, how can you be sure?

I know the bedroom was dark, but there is a street lamp just outside your

window. You could have seen something. Mrs. Barton, let me put it this way.

Suppose we had this man in a place where you could see him close up, but he

couldn't see you at all.

Julie?

I heard a sound in the room.

That woke me up.

But it was dark. I never saw him.

All right.

Tell us anything you can about him.

How big was he?

Tall? Short? Medium?

Tall.

I'm not sure. I think he was tall.

About how old?

than in the kitchen.

Yeah, I know, but I was just back there when the door was locked.

Well, go on around. I'll open the door for you.

Mrs. Barton, did you notice anything

unusual about his clothes? Anything you might have noticed?

I don't... Gloves.

Gloves?

Leather gloves.

I tasted leather.

Tasted?

He put one hand over my mouth before he started hitting me.

I bit it.

You bit into the glove?

Yes. I think I tore it.

Doesn't add up too much, does it?

It's always the same.

If you gentlemen are finished, I think I better... Just a minute, please,

Doctor.

Mrs. Barton.

Let me see if I can't make you understand why we're doing this.

You see, there's been a series of these savage beatings in the community.

My office and the police department are under constant pressure to do something

about it.

But what can we do if the victim won't help us?

I didn't see him.

Why won't you help us?

Are you afraid that you might have to face some kind of ugly publicity?

Did you know the man?

No, I didn't know him.

Now, Mrs. Barton, you wouldn't want to be guilty of turning a killer loose on

your helplessness. My wife isn't lying. I didn't say she was, Mr. Barton. But

she suffered a severe shock she wants to forget.

You came home and found your wife unconscious, didn't you, Mr. Barton?

Yes, yes, I did.

That was a few minutes past midnight.

Is that the time you usually come home?

Well, it has been for the past couple of weeks. I've had to work late. And do

you always phone your wife when you're working late?

Yes, I phoned her as soon as I found out I wouldn't be home for dinner.

What do you do with these long evenings, Mrs. Barton?

It's a pretty lonely way out here at the edge of town.

I don't understand you.

Well, don't you ever go out, take a walk?

How do you spend your evenings?

Mrs. Barton, don't you see what we're up against?

This is a very dangerous man on the prowl.

Now, he wouldn't have come into this house last night without knowing that

husband was working late.

That means he's had the place staked out.

And he knew how to get in.

He didn't come in here to rob this place.

He came in for just one reason.

This is you, isn't it, Mrs. Barton?

You're a very pretty young woman.

Now I want to show you what a pretty young woman looks like after she's

a man like that.

Every time you see your face in the mirror, won't you be able to see the man

did this? And if you ever see him again, won't you be able to swear he was the

one?

Good morning, Tom.

Good morning, Mr. Dutton. You're up early.

I have to get up early to make it out here and back in one day.

I'm glad you came. Julia would be happy to see you. She's in the bedroom.

Take these out of my own garden.

They're lovely.

Thank you.

They're a little early, but I thought they'd mean more to you than store

flowers.

Thank you.

Good idea to wear these. Have to protect those KIs.

How is my little girl?

I'm all right, Father.

I'm fine.

Couldn't you be in bed?

A little chilly this morning.

No, it's not necessary.

Now, of course you should. Come on.

Come on.

You let your old daddy tuck you in.

We'll see.

You'll feel much better. Now, wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait.

There now.

Isn't that better?

Yes. You don't have to worry about me.

I'll just have a little chat with...

Julie's

resting.

Well, that's good.

Part of the paper?

Yes, thank you.

John,

you know I've never been one to interfere with you and Julie, but

something I'd like to talk to you about.

What's that?

Well, you know how Julie is.

Maybe it's my fault.

She was all I had after her mother died.

She was always with me, never alone.

Why, she never even went out with any young men until she met you.

She needs someone with her.

She's not the kind of child that can be left alone.

If you think I wanted to leave her alone... Now, don't.

Don't be from the sand. I'm not blaming you for anything.

But Julie is so nervous, and this neighborhood is so remote.

Couldn't you get a friend to stay with her when you have to work late?

She won't be left alone again.

Oh, I'm glad to hear that.

Then when you're held up at the office, I won't worry.

I won't be held up. The deal I was working on fell through.

Fell through?

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know.

All that work for nothing.

And you worked so hard on it.

Well, there'll be other deals.

That's another reporter.

Mr. Barton?

Yes, I'm Barton. The lieutenant wants to know if your wife is well enough to

come down to the station this afternoon.

We think we found the man.

They found him.

We'll be right there.

Shouldn't you get the doctor's permission?

Of course.

We'll have to call our doctor first, but I'm sure we can make it.

I don't want to go, Dr. Vaughn.

I don't want to go to that police station.

You told him you'd be there. I'm afraid you have to, Julie.

I don't want to identify anybody, please.

Then how do you expect them to pursue the case?

What would happen to me if I'd identify the wrong man?

I've got confidence in you, Julie. You wouldn't do that.

Both I do identify.

Then in a few years, he gets out of jail.

He might come back to kill me.

I read about a woman who kept moving from place to place, trying to get away

from a man like that.

Julie, the DA was right.

You owe it to your neighbors and the other people of the town to at least try

and identify the man.

I wish it was all over. I wish it was all over.

There's something you haven't told me, isn't there, Julie?

Why do you say that?

Symptoms.

What symptoms?

Those glasses.

They make you look better to people.

And people look better to you.

You're hiding behind them.

Julie,

I want you to tell me something.

Were you out that night before Tom came home?

You're just like all the rest of them, aren't you?

No one will believe me.

Even Tom.

He's a different Tom to me now.

You ask me what's wrong with me.

All right.

I'll tell you.

I'm sure even Tom doesn't believe me.

He thinks that I don't want to identify that man.

Don't you realize that Tom feels a sense of failure because he didn't protect

you from what happened?

Now he's acting like any outraged male.

I've always been so afraid of strangers.

I don't like meeting new people. I can't talk to them.

Don't you understand, Dr. Vaughn?

This house is my world.

Tom and my family.

They love me, Dr. Vaughn.

People who love you don't hurt you.

But other people are strange.

Oh, Julie, that's nonsense.

I can't help it if it is.

I just don't think I can go through with it.

I can't testify at the trial and face cameras and crowds.

When I was a little girl, I cried if anyone even pointed to me.

You can't be a little girl all your life.

Mrs. Barton, thank you for coming. I hope the reporters weren't too rough on

you. No. Good.

This is Dr.

Carl Weiss, director of the City Hospital for Mental Disorders.

The man you're about to see was under the doctor's care two years ago.

Now, if you and Mr. Barton will be seated.

Now, there's nothing for you to be nervous about.

All you have to do is look at the man and say yes or no.

You said the man wouldn't be able to see me.

He won't be able to see you. You've nothing to fear.

All right, Lieutenant, let's have the suspect.

All right, bring them in.

Number one, step forward.

Take off your hat.

All right, step back.

Number two, forward.

You're out.

trying to cooperate.

Is it any one of these men?

I am trying.

Let's go again.

Number one, again.

All right, back.

Number two.

You recognized him, didn't you?

I'm not sure.

You can't mean that.

He is the man, isn't he? Surely there's any doubt.

How can there be any doubt? You saw how she reacted.

He's the man, isn't he, Mrs. Barton?

Isn't he?

Yes.

Yes. Yes.

There you are, doctor.

She recognized Brunner.

You picked the right man, Mrs. Barton.

Stop it!

All right, let's go outside.

I know how you feel, Mr. Barton, but you wouldn't want me to charge you with

attempted assault, would you?

Well, then you just simmer down. Let us finish the job. Get him up.

I think you better call a doctor.

Your men seem to have broken my leg.

When Brunner's trial is over, we're going to take a second honeymoon.

I'd like that.

You've been through a bad time. I've only made it worse.

You won't have that kind of talk.

We better get started for the doctor.

You put your jacket on.

I'll get your cold. It's chilly.

I thought we might go back to Mexico City.

Remember, Julie?

Do you like that?

Where did you get it?

Give me that.

It's on.

You.

It was you.

You hit me.

Now listen to me.

This glove.

I remember it.

I don't know what happened.

You see, this deal I was working on, killing myself over,

it fell through.

Nothing seemed right.

I went out and got drunk.

Suddenly, this house, you, everything seemed like a

yoke around my neck.

Something exploded in my head.

If only you had told me.

But you made me say it was Brunner.

No, Brunner doesn't matter.

Everybody would be better off without a man like Brunner. But you know he was

innocent.

You know.

You're the one.

Don't be a fool.

They won't believe you.

They'll say you're out of your mind.

They will believe me.

They will believe me.

I was sorry to see the police catch up with Tom.

I must say I can't blame him too much. After all...

Any woman who would deliberately mutilate a pair of her husband's gloves.

I shall be back in just one minute.

That is quite enough for one night, I'm sure.

Next week you may be strong enough for more.

By the way, this is the child psychiatrist I mentioned.

Good night.

Okay.