All language subtitles for The Cobweb 1955-en

Can I give
you a ride?

All the way
into town?

I turn north
at Heatherton.

What are those for?
A funeral?

Why do flowers have
to be for anything?

Isn't it enough that
they have color and form

and that they make
you feel good?

You talk a lot,
don't you?

Don't you, ever?

I could talk your eyes
out of your head.

But not small talk.

I'd be grateful to hear
any talk at all these days.

Talk big.

Red and green.

Duran died last fall
in a hospital.

You wouldn't know
who he was.

It happens I do.

- Who?
- A French painter.

One of les Fauves.

He died in a hospital in a
white bed in a white room,

doctors in white
standing around.

The last thing he said was,
"Some red, show me some red.

"Before dying, I want to see
some red with some green."

You're right. You
don't have small talk.

Artists are
better off dead.

Why?

People pay more
attention to them

when they're dead
and not so troublesome.

Is that what you are?
A painter?

They said Van Gogh was
crazy because he killed himself.

He couldn't sell a painting
while he was alive,

and now they're
worth $30 million.

They weren't that bad then
and they're not that good now

so, who's crazy?

I get out here.

You're from
the clinic.

That's right. I'm "out
of touch with reality."

I'll take you up.

Are you being
helped here?

How should I know?

If you don't,
who does?

My analyst
thinks he does.

The fact which
I should like to convey

in this report
to the trustees

is that our patients
now, more and more,

are shouldering
the responsibility

for their own affairs
in the hospital.

In dealing with the, ah,
borderline patients,

that is to say the people
who find it difficult

to cope with the normal
strains of living,

and in whom the, ah,

the danger of a psychotic break
is always present--

Mrs. Demuth.

All right.
We'll go on after that.

You've changed
Steven Hone to 5:00.

Oh, yeah. Well, I'll
work on it by myself tonight.

Patients' committee
meeting, 8:30.

I know. Bedtime, 2:30.

Mrs. Demuth. Dr. Mclver will
see you now.

Mr. Holcomb
is disturbed.

So is
Mrs. O'Brien.

Mr. Holcomb!

Mr. Holcomb,
are you all right?

Mr. Holcomb.
This is Dr. Devanal.

I'd like
to talk to you.

Would you open
the door, please?

Mr. Holcomb.

Shall I use
my key, doctor?

What brought this on,
do you know?

He was pretty
incoherent.

Something about
the gardener.

Curly?

Yes. He felt
he'd insulted him.

When did this
happen?

Just a few
moments ago.

Shall I send
Curly to you?

No, no. Is Miss Inch
in her office?

She was in the library
the last time I saw her.

Well, keep talking to him
and try to get him

to open the door.
I'll be back.

What's the
price of this?

That's cotton wrap.

You wouldn't be
happy with that.

What's wrong
with it?

Well, there's nothing wrong
with it but as long as

you're investing in drapes
for a room like this,

why, you should have
a cheerful pattern.

Otherwise, you'd
be better off

to let these old ones
make do until you--

Well, it was not my idea
to replace the drapes,

the board makes
these decisions.

I'm responsible for
getting things done

as economically
as possible.

So I want to know what
this would add up to.

Well, that wrap is $2.99
a yard plus sales tax.

191.36,
less our discount.

Vicky. May I see
you a moment?

12.5% on 191.36
5 times--

167.44 plus 3%
sales tax... 5.02...

176.46 total!

- How's my best girl?
- Up to my--

Vicky, we've got
a situation here.

I need your help. It's about
Curly. It seems he has--

What do you want
me to do? Fire him?

He's been here
20 years.

Cost you twice as
much to get anyone else

to do half
the work.

Vicky, please.
You know very well

he won't listen to
anybody but you.

He's upset
another patient.

And the last thing
in the world we want,

with the trustees coming
down next week, is a--

Well, anytime
the board

doesn't like the way I run
my department--

Vicky, Vicky.

Everyone knows you do
wonders around here.

Well, do a tiny
wonder for me, now.

Tell Curly to behave
with the patients.

Anything. Just so I can tell
Holcomb he's apologized. Hmm?

Go on!
Work your magic!

Oh, Vicky.

Why don't you
let me leave these

chintz samples here
for you to think over?

I don't think you're going
to be happy with that.

What's all this concern
about my being happy?

I have no intention of
dancing through the halls,

shrieking with
laughter because

we're changing
a set of drapes.

Now, then, leave
a duplicate order blank.

Let you know
in a few days.

Ok, Vicky!

Well, there it is.
The House of Usher.

They talk of environmental
therapy. Some environment!

You should
see the inside.

Like the inside
of a dead fish!

Right now, Miss Inch...

You live in town,
you've heard of Miss Inch.

Her old man shot Buffalo Bill
or somebody right near here.

Ha ha! I've
heard of her.

Well, she's getting ready
to hang

new drapes
in the library.

One look, and all
the patients will hang

themselves alongside them.

Everybody's tilted here.

That's why you didn't
know who I was.

You can't tell the patients
from the doctors.

Oh, but I can.

How?

The patients
get better!

Ha ha!

Thanks for
the ride.

You're welcome.

And that evening,
we put her on the boat train for america.

Well!
As you can imagine,

our joy and relief
was indescribable,

and we boarded the plane for
Italy happy and carefree as children.

I can see you've already
guessed what happened!

Well, sure enough,
when we landed at the airport in Rome,

we were greeted by
the appalling sight

of Miss Dalrymple
waving hysterically.

Well, the rest of the trip
was agony. She literally...

...Mrs. Dalrymple
or I.

Well, finally, we found a

handsome young Italian...

Ah, Mrs. Mclver!

Oh! Dr. Wolff,
how nice.

A most
unusual pleasure

seeing you
in the clinic.

And how's,
ah, um...

Mrs. Wolff is very well,
thank you.

I tried to phone... Stewart's been
so busy we haven't seen anyone.

Oh, I understand.

Well, sometime
very, very soon!

Stewart, I--

Oh! I'm
so sorry!

I didn't
hear anyone.

Karen, can't you
see I'm busy?

I do beg your pardon. I
didn't mean to interrupt.

But I've just had an idea,
the most wonderful idea--

Look, you know better
than to bust in here like this.

But, darling,
it's after 5:00.

- I thought you were through.
- Ok, OK.

Your wife,
who looks as if

anybody breathed on her

she'd break out
in a thick frost!

What is she? A
nymphomaniac or something?

What did you marry her for,
anyway? To wear on your lapel?

Why are you so
worried about me?

Who's worried about you?
I'm worried about me.

All right,
I'm a charity patient.

You've got to have me
for taxes or something,

but you're still supposed to
be making me fit for normal life!

What's normal? Yours?

If it's a question of values,
your values stink.

Lousy, middle-class,
well-fed, smug existence.

All you care about is
a paycheck you didn't earn

and a beautiful thing
to go home to every night.

Stewart, darling!
Welcome home!

There's a fatted calf
on the stove!

This started before
she came in, though.

What's that? An
interpretation or something?

It doesn't go
very deep, does it?

Why don't you analyze my Oedipus
complex with my lousy father?

Suppose we let me determine
the course of treatment, eh?

After all, this is
your first case.

Don't you know how to do
any ID analysis here?

Isn't that the
classic procedure?

You're not
a classic case.

Oh, insults now.

Stevie, since you
mention my values,

they include sitting here listening
to the bull you throw at me.

And I don't get more
than a little mad,

and I don't say
"Forget it."

Because one of my values
is not to toss

in the sponge on
human commitments.

You have a genius for belittling the world,
Stevie.

Great. I'm glad you think
it's worth something.

You reduce me
to a fictitious character,

a predatory dolt.

This is what you do
to people

and then you wonder why you
can't relate to th--

What a collection
of junky platitudes!

I don't know, maybe
you're sore at me

because you haven't got a woman
of your own, a home of your own...

Oh, stop it.
You're so brilliant.

I seem to be missing
a piece here.

I can't quite
understand--

She gave me a lift
in that station wagon.

Did you know
who she was?

Who do you think
you are, Stevie?

You're no different
from anybody else.

She's a
good-looking woman.

Why shouldn't
you have

certain
thoughts about it?

You don't have to feel guilty
toward me or even afraid.

I'm not your
father, Stevie.

And I'm not going to run
out on you like your father.

There's something in
the world besides betrayal.

What did you... say?

Oh, Regina,
it's so funny! Ha ha!

Oh, yes, but this is a new
low in taste even for Vicky.

A dismal, dreary old
piece of wreck

you wouldn't even use
for washing the car.

Well, it's such a pity.
It's a beautiful old room,

and, well, that's where
I thought you could help me.

You have such beautiful
shops in Chicago,

and we have nothing here
but poor old Petlee's.

Well, I found
myself visualizing

what I would choose
if it were left to me.

Well, you know
that's fatal.

They shouldn't allow me
within 100 miles of materials

when there's
a budget involved.

Oh, well, Regina,
that's so sweet of you,

but it's not
strictly true.

If I have any taste at all,

it's because I've absorbed
everything you've taught me.

Well! Do you remember...

Daddy!

R-♪-rosie!

Mommy said I could
stay up until you got home.

That's swell. I'll
tuck you in myself.

- Hi, Mark!
- Hi, dad!

How are you?
Oh, uh, excuse me!

Listen, do you think
you could square things...

- With Sadie for me?
- Sure!

Ask her to get me
something to eat.

- I got to get right back.
- Ok.

Good. Oowhaah!

Daddy, will you
come up and

kiss me good night
before you go?

Well, I sure will.

I wouldn't miss
that for the world.

Will you read me
a story?

I'll read you
a short one.

Daddy, what
can we play?

How's about
a little cribbage?

Ha ha!
Stay home tonight.

Now, are you sure
you have the measurements?

Right.

How long will...
Yes, air express.

Oh, but Regina, how could you possibly
get them here for the meeting Tuesday?

Well,
how on earth can he make them that quickly?

Oh, how wonderful!
He must be a mad genius!

Good evening, darling.
I'll be with you in a minute.

That was Stewart.

No, I haven't had a
chance to tell him yet. I...

I don't know.
He may think I...

oh! Thank you. Thanks.

As a matter of fact,
I think myself he'll be pleased.

It's the first time I've
done anything for the...

oh, Regina, you're the most
extravagant, fabulous...

All right, darling.
You'll let me know?

And I'll leave word
if I'm not at home.

Good-bye, darling,
and thank you!

- Have you got a moment?
- Sure. I'm all ears.

Oh, darling,
this is important. Please sit down.

I'm sorry.
Go ahead, shoot.

I had an inspiration
this afternoon.

At least, [think it is.

How do you like this?

Chippendale Rose
on antique satin.

It's very pretty.
What's it for?

Well, I first thought
of it this afternoon

when I picked up that
wild fawn of yours.

In fact, that's what I came
bursting in your office to tell you.

I'm sorry
I was so curt.

Oh, that's all right.
I didn't--

Listening to what
you hear in there,

you get to feel
it's a little like

a confessional.

That's a very
high-strung boy.

Yes, I understand.

He's very attractive.
As I say, he's the one--

The feeling was mutual.

You made quite
an impression.

- Really?
- Mmm.

What did he say?

Well, it got a little
complicated.

What went on
with him?

Nothing.
We just talked.

Did he tell you
about it?

Just about
all of it.

Well, why do you
ask what went on?

Because I'm not sure
what he thought went on

is what you thought
went on.

He thought you were
flirting with him.

Is that
what you think?

Karen, this boy leads a very
active fantasy life with ladies.

He got going on you
and I couldn't stop him!

Is that my fault?
I didn't--

I wasn't really thinking
about you, Karen.

It's my job
to think about him.

And what he felt,
not what I feel!

I'm not worrying about
you! I am about him.

When he saw
you were my wife,

he got very scared,
went on the attack.

Said a lot of wild things about you,
about me.

What things?

It doesn't matter
what things.

I've told you too much about
him already.

But you
listen to them!

Of course I listen to them!
What do you think I'm there for?

And because they're
too sacred to tell me,

I get no chance
to reply to them?

Who expects you to?

Look,
Karen. Don't be so full of your feelings.

The point I'm making
is that this boy

has put his life
in my hands.

I'm concerned
about him,

as I am about everything
at the clinic.

You might try to
understand that and share it.

I am trying to! I came in
this afternoon without--

By being so self-absorbed
you interrupt an hour?

I apologized for that.

And while you're
in your confessional

being a divinity
to your sick boy,

what am I
supposed to be doing?

You're not
supposed to be

showing yourself off
to my patients!

Give me one ounce of
the attention you give them

day and night!

Now, what does
that mean?

Just what you
think it means!

How did the tournament go?

Fine. I'm in the
semi-finals playing Conover.

Ooh, he's
a tough one.

- Hello, Sadie.
- Good evening.

Oh, just skip
the soup, Sadie.

It's your favorite.

Yeah, I know.
I don't have much time.

Just put something
on a plate.

All right.

How long did
you play?

Two hours.
Then we adjourned.

Hmm. You
playing white?

Mm-hmm.

Looks like you've got a
mate there if you play it right.

What's your
next move?

Well, I was going
to sacrifice my rook.

That's pretty fancy.
What for?

I take the bishop with my rook
and his rook has to take mine.

Then I bring my queen
to knight 4

and threaten mate
in one move.

Well! You know,
I think I'd better take up checkers!

- Sadie!
- Yes, sir?

Where's
the brandy?

Oh, it's on
this side.

Oh, thank you.

- With martinis?
- Sure! Why not?

What's tonight?

The concert.

Oh, Karen.
I'm sorry, I forgot.

I've got
a patients' meeting.

Wouldn't tomorrow
night do as well?

It's their meeting. I can't
switch it around to suit myself.

It involves
a dozen patients.

Well, can't Dev take it?

Oh, you know Dev. Besides,
this is my department.

I've been looking forward
to this for one week.

Look, I'll call
Meg Rinehart and ask her

to take the meeting if
it's that important to you.

It isn't, really.

I'm sorry, Kare.

I'm sorry, too.

Mr. Appleton,
if you please.

Very well,
Mr. Holcomb.

We're not going to get
anywhere unless

we follow rules of
parliamentary procedure.

If everyone speaks at once,
it becomes very disorderly.

Please wait until
I recognize somebody.

Well, hurry up.
Recognize somebody.

I recognize myself,

which I believe I have every
right to do. And I am--

Oh, let someone else
talk for a change, Holcomb.

You blew your top
this afternoon.

Miss Demuth,

that is rude and uncalled for.

What's more, if you don't like
the way I...

I'm sorry. I... I am
sometimes a little dictatorial.

That's a fault I have...
I... i'm working on it.

Work harder.

Oh, Dr. Mclver!

Sorry I'm late.

Oh, please,
go right ahead.

Dr. Mclver, they're all
confusing

occupational therapy
with common labor.

Let's ask Dr. Mclver
what he thinks.

Sounds like a very
vital topic. What is it?

Quiet! Quiet!

Mr. Appleton,
you are being very difficult.

Actually,
it was Mrs. Rinehart's department.

Perhaps she
would summarize.

No. Innocent
bystander.

Well, Mrs. Jenkins,
then. It was her idea.

I had the impression
it was mine.

We both
had the idea.

I was talking to Mrs.
Rinehart this afternoon about

how there were going to
be new drapes in the library

when this scheme
occurred to me.

Then we discovered that
Lois had had the same thought

when she was talking
to Mrs. Rinehart--

I still think
mine came first.

Who had the idea first
is completely, uh...

Irrelevant?

Irrelevant.

The point is, we could
make them ourselves.

The patients, I mean.
A group project.

They'd be all our own
from beginning to end

and Stevie Holte could
make some original designs

and we'd put them
together and sew them.

Everybody's in favor of
it except Mr. Holcomb.

Now, now,
just a moment.

I did not say that I was
not in favor of them.

I merely raised
the question--

Does Mrs. Rinehart
think it's workable?

Might be.

You don't sound
too enthusiastic.

I don't mean to.

It's an interesting
idea.

It's a wonderful idea!

And you say, uh...

You say Stevie Holte wants
to do the designs?

Yes.

Oh, thank you.
Stevie?

- Yes?
- Can you?

We figure on using
unbleached muslin.

Which I could
wipe my feet on

and it would look
better than those.

Oh, is that
the plan?

No!

No, the plan is
to do designs of

our own lives here.

I don't know
what they'll be yet.

But when we get them
up, it'll look like

our living room
and not Miss Inch's.

What makes you
so confident?

Isn't that obvious?
I'm scared stiff!

Does that mean all right on the drapes,
doctor?

It means
all right so far.

Quiet! Mr. Appleton,
in the name of heaven!

Excuse me,
doctor. We're still without any decision

as to whether this is
an administrative problem,

in which case we should
consult Dr. Devanal--

Well, for the moment
let's say it's a clinical matter

since I'm here tonight
and Dr. Devanal isn't.

Now, uh...

Right over there.

Calling 4-1098.
Calling Mrs. Mclver.

Yes, this is
Mrs. Mclver.

What?

Oh! Regina!

I thought it was something
wrong with the children!

What? On the plane
tomorrow?

I don't believe it.

Oh, Regina, you're
a miracle worker.

Vicky Inch? Oh,
don't worry about her.

I'll call her at once
and tell her.

She's no problem.

Oh, Regina, darling!

Thank you so terribly much.

And we'll see you
next week then.

Good-bye.

Yes, who is it?

Vicky,
this is Karen Mclver.

Yes?

I'd like to discuss something
with you for the clinic.

How have you been?

Satisfactory.

Darling, could you
speak a trifle louder?

I'm calling in the
intermission of the concert.

Everyone in town is galloping
up and down the corridor.

- Close the booth!
- Whew! I can't. I'll perish.

It's quite sultry here.

I never understand why this
place cannot be air-conditioned.

- Money.
- What, darling?

- I said money.
- How are you?

I told you
satisfactory!

- Do you want one of these?
- No, but thanks so much.

- I'll see you all later.
- Karen!

Yes, Vicky. I'm calling

about the library drapes.

I've been talking
with Regina.

- Who?
- Regina Mitchell-Smythe.

She has this material.

I have a swatch here
she let me have.

Well, if she'd let us have
a few swatches of money

it would be more
to the point.

Vicky, I don't
think the money

should be an obstacle.

Shouldn't it?

Last year the clinic spent

over $100 just on thumbtacks.

- Thumbtacks?
- And paper clips.

We can't
afford them.

Vicky, you're being
simply obstructive!

Am I? Karen.

There are channels
for doing things here.

I am beginning
to doubt.

And traditions
which newcomers

may not be
familiar with.

Vicky, are you referring
to Dr. Mclver and myself?

I'm certainly referring to
Regina Mitchell-Smythe,

who seems not to know that I
do the decorating at the clinic.

She has been chairman
of the board for 5 years.

Sprung up
like a toadstool.

- What?
- Toad stool! Overnight.

Regina Mitchell-Smythe
is a most influential woman

and works very hard
for the clinic.

No harder than I do.

I've been with
the clinic longer

than anyone except
Dr. Devanal.

I remember when
the late

Dr. Sanford Collins
founded it.

Why, I remember
when that building

was put up in the
first place in 1907.

Really?

And those drapes
that are up there?

I didn't have to send
to Chicago for them.

I picked them myself
from Petlee's.

In 1907?

Let me warn you,
Vicky--

Hello?
Vicky! Vicky!

Jim Petlee?
Vicky Inch.

Well, you can go
back afterwards.

That cotton wrap? $2.99 a yard,
12.5% discount?

I'll take it. You can
send it out tomorrow.

Dev!

You go back to
your seat, dear.

I'll join you.

Karen, we ought to
put you in the bank

and live off
the interest.

You look like
a million dollars.

Dev, I... I hate to bother you,
but I'm a little upset.

Could I talk with
you for a moment?

Why, of course!
Get you anything?

No. I'd like some
fresh air, please.

Absolutely.

Where is Stewart tonight?

Isn't he a music lover?

As a matter
of fact, he's not.

He went back
to the clinic.

Oh?

Now, what's fretting
your handsome head?

What can I do?

Dev, how do you get
on with Vicky Inch?

Most of the time.
Why?

She was very rude
to me just now.

Is she here?

No. On the phone.

Oh! Ha! That's
just Vicky.

Don't take
it personally.

She made it
unmistakably personal.

Referred to me
as a newcomer.

She even
hung up on me.

Only once?

What was it about?

What do you think
of Regina, Dev?

Regina? Oh, very
capable woman.

She's been very
valuable to us.

Then I don't
understand why

Vicky called her
a toadstool.

A toadstool?

Regina?

Ha ha ha!
Vicky's a character!

In what
connection, Karen?

Well, I looked in
the library today

when I stopped by
the clinic...

Today? How did
I miss that?

Well,
I got my first real look at those curtains.

They're a disgrace!

Vicky's doing
something about them.

Vicky spoke as though
I had no right

to think about
the clinic at all.

She made me feel suddenly left out,
unwanted here.

Unwanted? How could
you feel that?

I've never given you that feeling,
have I, Karen?

Well, you leave
Vicky to me.

I'll talk to her
in the morning,

give you a ring.

Oh, Dev, you're
very sweet.

Better yet, why don't we
meet for a late-afternoon drink,

put our heads together?

Settle this in
no time at all.

Dr. Mclver?

Yes, Mrs. O'Brien?

It's Mr. Wictz, doctor.
He's done it again.

- Done what?
- Had a party, last night.

Miss kubiecki reports
it went on till 2:00.

Several of the
patients complained.

- To Miss Kubiecki?
- No.

- To you?
- No, among themselves.

Good. Then it's the business
of the patients' committee

to take it up
with Mr. Wictz.

That's what the committee's
for. Anything else?

I found out
where he keeps it--

In his bureau drawer,
under the socks.

- Keeps what?
- The whiskey.

How would you
know that?

I looked.

You mean you
searched his room?

Of course.

Mrs. O'Brien,

you're a...
human being

and, as such, you feel
that you're entitled...

- to a certain privacy, right?
- Yes.

And you'd resent it if
someone violated that privacy.

Well, there's some evidence
that Mr. Wictz is human, too.

Shall I take it
away from him?

Of course not.

But he has somebody in
for a nightcap every night.

I've got to do
something--

See that he gets
clean glasses.

But Dr. Mow--

Mrs. O'Brien,
5 months ago,

Mr. Wictz wanted
to cut his throat!

It's much better for him
to want somebody in

for a nightcap,
don't you think?

Dr. Wolff's been coaxing him
out of his hole.

Once he sticks his nose out,
we can't bang down on it.

It isn't consistent.
You understand?

Yes, doctor.

Good morning, Stevie.

It-it wasn't Lois' idea
or Mrs. Jenkins'.

It was yours.

Well, what am I
supposed to do--

Get real flattered
and be grateful to you

for the rest of my life?

You figure
this will get me over

my neurotic inertia
or something?

Get out of here!

You know What I
think this is?

I think this is
a neurotic acting-out on me

as a surrogate figure
for your son.

Could be...

How did you know
I had a son?

Well, I didn't.
I meant...

"Son" in general.

Oh.

You live alone.

How do you know
that?

Well, I've walked
by that, uh,

garage place
where you live.

You divorced,
or what happened?

My husband was killed
in a wreck 4 years ago.

So was our son.
I wasn't.

My mother...
died last year.

That's when
I fell apart.

Is your father
still alive?

I don't know.

I don't know
where he is.

He ran out on us
when I was a kid.

Did you love him
very much?

He was a real louse.

Only I-I shouldn't
say that.

Why not?

You're not supposed to.

My mother did her
loving best to ruin me.

I fooled her,
though. Got over it.

Withstood it, anyway.

How?

Got analyzed.

Now, I'm perfect.

You mean people...
get better?

It helps,
if you work at it.

Now,
beat it. I have to write a memo.

About what?

The price of muslin,

if it's any of your
business.

I don't... usually
ask questions much.

I'm not... very interested
in anybody but myself.

I don't usually...
tell people much, either.

You're going to hate
yourself in the morning.

Here.

I'm not sure
you deserve them.

Vicky.

Oh. Uh, Dr. Devanal
is on the phone.

I know. Been trying to get
through for the last 20 minutes.

Who is he gabbing
with, anyhow?

Mrs. Mclver.

Can you put these
on cloth, Abe?

Easy, and silkscreen
them. They look good.

Good.
Let's go ahead.

You feel kind of
proud, huh?

- A little.
- You should.

This boy's at the point where
he needs people he can trust.

He likes you,
you know.

I like him.

That's good judgment
on both sides.

If we can make
this work, we may be able

to show him
we're different...

Good parents.

Oh, could I use
your phone a minute?

Surely.

This is Mclver. Will you
get my home, please?

Hello?

Sorry. I was in
the shower.

Oh, I-I'm sorry, dear.
No, I can't.

I have a date
for cocktails. Why?

Well, um...
Never mind.

The lake will
be there next week.

Uh...

Look, Karen,
it's been a long time

since we've had
a chance to talk.

How about tonight?

No, I won't.
I'll be home early.

Ok, I'll see you then.

Good-bye.

Excuse me.

Can you tell me
where to take this?

It's material
from Petlee's.

Oh,
that must be the canvas for Mr. Irwin.

No, it's cotton rep
for Miss Inch.

- Miss inch?
- Yeah.

Good night,
Mrs. Rinehart.

Oh, good night,
doctor.

Oh, uh, Miss Inch's
office

is just inside
the service entrance.

Thank you.

Stevie!
Mrs. Rinehart tells me

your sketches are
splendid, splendid!

Oh, they are,
Stevie. I saw them. They're beautiful.

I've never seen her so
enthusiastic about any...

Ah! The Cezanne
of the psychos!

This is your moment!
Make the most of it.

You're on the assembly
line of success.

From now on,
you'll hover

between exhilaration
and despair.

I pity you.

For a few moments
of elation,

a mass of inflamed
nerve ends!

I don't think you're
very funny Mr. Capp.

I think you ridicule
other people

to hide your own
insecurity.

I detest myself.

Gibbon captured it
magnificently

in his "Decline and fall
of the Roman empire,"

but he missed the
delicious irony to be found

in the pattern
of the Caesars.

Now, granted,
Caligula was a beast...

cruel, cunning,
and licentious.

Nevertheless, it...

Yes? Come in.

I'm not
disturbing you?

Oh, Mrs. Rinehart.
No. Come in.

It's nice to have
a visitor.

It gets lonely here
this time of day.

I'm not keeping you
from your dinner, am I?

No,
I was just having a sherry before I go in.

Always do.
Have one with me?

Why, thank you.
I'd love one.

You don't eat here
at night, do you?

- No.
- Where do you eat?

Oh... in town,
usually.

Mmm, expensive.

Oh, isn't everything
these days?

I-I understand
your new drapes

for the library are
costing a fortune.

270 plus.

The entire expense
is unnecessary.

It's a crime!

Have you begun on them?

Yes. Why?

Because, if you hadn't,
I think I know

how we can reduce
the crime to a misdemeanor.

But you've already begun.

Sue.

Sue.
You wouldn't...

I mean, um...

Would you like to
go downtown with me

to the movies
tonight, to celebrate?

No!

Oh!

I'll get that
for you, my dear.

A little water. That's
very easily mopped up.

Stevie?

Stevie,
wait a minute.

I want to tell you
something.

I'm ashamed of it.

Oh, I wanted to go.

Nobody ever
asked me before...

But I just can't.

Why not?

I'm phobic.

I haven't been off grounds
since I came, not once.

It's what's
wrong with me.

What would happen
if you did?

I mean,
I-like going downtown to the movies?

Start screaming
or something?

Well, they'd think you were a critic,
that's all.

Well...

I'd like to try,
though. I mean, well...

Maybe if you went with me
and knew about it,

it would be all right...
If you took care of me.

All right.
Let's go, then.

Oh, no.
I-I didn't mean now.

I just meant sometime.
Well...

I couldn't go suddenly.

Ok.

Sometime.

- The muslin--
- Cartoons?

- Well--
- Muslin cartoons?

Mrs. Rinehart, just
what are you up to?

I'm not up to anything,
Miss Inch.

I talked this over
with Dr. Mclver today,

and he feels that
from a therapeutic--

So that's why
you're here--

So that woman can
have her way!

What woman?

You cat's-paw!

Miss Inch, I came here
to ask your cooperation.

And I thought you
came here to talk to me.

Muslin cartoons,
indeed!

I never heard of such
taradiddle in all my life!

I haven't
the faintest notion--

You tell your
Dr. Mclver you saw me

and I said
you've gone too far!

And tell him
to keep his loose,

busybody wife's nose
out of my affairs!

Oh, I'm sorry.

I seem to be coming to you
with all my problems today.

Marriage is a funny
business, Karen.

You can starve for
something you don't get in it.

Oh, it's a great institution but,
like all institutions,

something of the
individual gets lost in it,

so... either we starve

or we look for it
outside.

Dev, I-I'm not
complaining. It...

It's just that...
Well, in the beginning,

when... when we lived
in Chicago,

there was Stewart's
career, of course,

but it was exciting then.
We-we had a life together.

We seemed to bring
something to each other.

And now?

I'm not really
selfish, Dev.

He wanted to come out
here and I didn't,

but I came, and now
gradually it's changed.

He's become so absorbed,
so-so unapproachable.

He has work to express
himself in. I don't.

I have nothing,
and when I do try to find something

to bring me closer
to him, he...

I need...

I don't know
what ♪ need.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Found your message
at home.

Sounded urgent.

I didn't mean
to drag you out.

Oh, it's all right.
It's on the way. What's up?

I'm afraid I made a mistake,
a bad one.

Some material came
from Petlee's for Vicky Inch.

I-I tried to get hold of you
and then I went in to see her.

She took the top
of my head off.

- She did?
- Mmm...

Heh heh! Well,
I'll talk to her

in the morning.
Forget it.

I think I'd better
brief you a little:

I'm a cat's-paw.

You're using me
to further some

sinister scheme
of Mrs. Mclver's.

- Karen?
- Mmm.

Quote...
Tell Dr. Mclver

to keep his wife out
of my affairs. Unquote.

More or less,
minus adjectives.

- Now, what does that mean?
- I don't know.

She wouldn't discuss it further,
stomped out on me.

Hmm. Maybe I better
call her from here.

- May I?
- Oh, of course.

- Can I help you with that?
- No, I can manage.

Oh, I'm sorry.
The bulb's out.

That's all right.

Wonder who put that
bat in her belfry?

- Vicky?
- Yeah.

Thought I should
ask you.

What, you mean
you think I am?

- Using me?
- Yeah.

No.

Here. I'll help you.

I'm afraid the place
is in a shambles.

No, that's all right.
Don't worry about it.

I'm really a better
housekeeper than this.

Looks fine.

Give me a week.

Where's the phone?

Oh, it's on
the floor there.

Thank you.

Oh, hello,
Vicky. This is Dr. Mclver. How are you?

Good. Uh, look,
I, uh,

I want to unmix this
mix-up about the drapes.

No, no, no.
W-wai-wait a minute.

Karen called you?

Well, what's Karen got--

Well, yes, of course, I'll ask her,
but I still don't know--

Hello, Vicky?

Vi...

Well, there's one thing you
can't take away from Vicky Inch...

She does have
her foibles,

and several
other people's, too.

Oh.

You said something
last night about privacy.

Snooping is one of the
prerogatives of all medical men.

But not nurses?

Mrs. O'Brien?

She's not a nurse.

She's a policewoman
in disguise.

She'll learn.

That's a nice-looking
chair. You make it?

Yes.

Uh... think
I could trust it?

Stronger than you are.

Well, I should
hope so.

What about Mr. Wictz?

What if his drinking does
annoy the other patients?

Simple. Let the patient
committee call him on it.

Well, can he take it?

The patients?
Sure.

Well, he better. He can't
keep people up all night.

He's not Scheherazade.

Oh.

One thing I've learned
since I've been here.

A sense of humor's
indispensable.

Ah, it sure is.

You're in on
so much suffering,

so much goes wrong all day,
you begin to fray.

Then you don't have
anything left to give them.

And they need
so much more.

Sure, they're
starving.

Here.

Now, that's
a good-looking case.

You make that, too?

No. My husband.

Oh, I'm sorry.

But, in a...
Kind of magic way,

somebody always comes up
with something.

Like these, uh...

Like these drapes
of yours.

I haven't seen
Stevie so eager

about anything
since he got here.

I owe you something.

That was Sue's idea.

- Mm-hmm.
- I just made it contagious.

I thought it was very
skillfully handled.

I thought so myself,
until I was under your eye.

Then I got
uncomfortable.

Tell me, how would you
have done it?

Well, I don't know.
There aren't any rules.

If your heart's in the
right place and your brain,

you just trust
what comes to you.

You think mine is?
Are?

Heh heh heh!
You work here

a few months more,
I'll let you know.

Oh.

Hey, you're right.
This thing is comfortable.

Certainly,
it's comfortable.

So why don't I just
sit here instead?

Instead of what?

Instead of going out
into the night

to do battle
with Vicky Inch.

Yes,
sir. This is going to be a friendly place.

Mmm, in another
week or two.

It's friendly now.

Throw me out.

All right. Get out.

Thank you.

Let me know who wins.

Yeah, sure. I will.
Good night.

Good night.

- Who's there?
- It's Dr. Mclver.

What do you want?

I want to talk
to you. Open up.

I've retired! I'll talk
to you in the morning!

Vicky,
this is forcible entry. Open the door.

Wait a minute.

Dr. Mclver, I must
ask you to go.

I hope you realize
you're breaking the law.

This house and the ground
it stands on is my property.

I've asked you to leave
and you're trespassing--

Vicky, stop drooling
and sit down.

Sit down!

And shut up!

Now, first of all,
don't ever hang up on me

like that again, Vicky.

And if you do, I'll pull
your dress over your head

and beat some manners
into you.

You wouldn't dare!

Dare me.

What's that for?

Dr. Mclver,
I have neighbors.

What will they think,
with me not properly dressed?

You're dressed,
all right.

I am not.

Then you want your neighbors
to see that you're not?

Dr. Mclver!

I'd like an ashtray,
Vicky.

I don't smoke!

Then get me a saucer,

or don't you eat?

Thank you.

Now, just what...
Sit down, sit down.

Just what is all this
nonsense about Karen?

I find it very
peculiar--

I don't care
What you find it!

And incidentally,
this act of yours

going around,
frightening people.

I've seen it tried
too often.

I know it frightens you more
than anybody else, so cut it out.

Our job running the clinic
is tough enough

without fancy dramatics.

Now, when did Karen
call you?

- Last night.
- What about?

Swatches!

What I'm to do,
what she's to do,

what Regina Mitchell-Smythe
is going to do

about drapes
for the library!

I see.

Well, I'm, uh,

I'm sorry this got
so tangled up, Vicky,

but the decision on
Mrs. Rinehart's project

is one of therapeutic
policy. It stands.

The patients make
the drapes.

They'll be
very peculiar.

It's a matter of taste,
on which you are

in no way
the final arbiter.

Who's to explain
to the trustees?

I'm running the clinic,
Vicky, not the trustees.

I was under
the impression

that Dr. Devanal is
running the clinic!

Didn't you ever
read my contract?

- No.
- How'd you miss that?

Dev keeps it locked
in his desk.

Oh.

Well, Mrs. Rinehart will
be ordering a few things,

so whatever she needs,
you take care of it.

Uh...

This your father?

Yes.

Formidable gent.

He fought the Indians
to settle this territory.

Oh.

Well, good night,
Vicky.

Uh, would you...

Could I get you
a cup of tea or something?

No, thanks, Vicky.

Dr. Mclver!

I... do you think
we could...

get along better
together?

Why, sure, Vicky.

My terms are simple...

unconditional surrender.

Good night.

Well!

- Karen?
- Mom?

Come on and watch me beat
the tar out of your husband.

I think I'll go up, Mark.
Good night.

Karen,

I thought
we had a date.

I got stuck
at the office.

I've been waiting
3 hours, Karen.

I'd like to talk
to you.

I'd rather not now.
I have a bad headache.

Well, then, what were you
drinking for?

You know alcohol
dilates the capillaries.

Oh, go write a book
if you know so much.

Well, there's one thing
I didn't know so much about!

Karen.

What are you quarreling
with me about?

What?

I said what
are you quarreling with--

What are you quarreling
with me about?

I'm not quarreling!

Why didn't you tell me
about these drapes of yours?

Seems odd I have to hear
about it from other people.

- When?
- What?

When should I
have told you?

Well, anytime.
What do you mean "when"?

Last night at the concert,
perhaps, during the intermission?

Oh, Karen.

I tried to. When are you
ever in long enough?

I even telephoned
this evening.

Sadie said
you weren't home.

I thought we had a date!

I was at Vicky's,
trying to straighten out this tangle!

Before you know it,
we'll have so many drapes

around here, we can wrap
the clinic up in them.

I straightened it out
with Dev.

Dev?

Is that who you
had dinner with?

Yes. Isn't that allowed?

Karen, you didn't go
to Dev to sweet-talk him

into these drapes,
too, did you?

Did you talk
about them?

Among other things.

Listen, I want
to tell you something.

Don't you ever again
go over my head to Dev

about anything to do
with this clinic!

Do you understand?

Meg Rinehart
has a project on

for the patients to make
drapes of their own.

It's going
to be tough enough

without any additional
monkey business,

least of all with Dev.

Has it never occurred to
you that I might be interested

in talking to Dev
with no purpose

except to talk with
another human being?

Ha ha!

We discussed a great
deal besides the clinic.

Yes, you must have.
What else did you

talk to him about
for 4 hours?

As a matter of fact,
I talked about you.

Oh, I see.

You've been encouraging Dev
by weeping on his shoulder.

I don't weep.

You don't know
what's going on

inside that man.
Leave him alone.

Huh! Don't I?
When did you last have

a heart-to-heart
talk with Dev?

Is that what
you think you had?

I hate to break into
your little dream, Karen,

but you're not exactly a unique
event in Dr. Devanal's life.

It happens with
every woman he meets,

including his
secretary and--

Will you stop knowing
everything about everything?!

Rosie's asleep.

Don't turn into an
attentive father suddenly.

Now, what does that mean... that
I'm neglecting the kids, too?

Yes, the only ones who
get anything real from you

are those professional
children out at the clinic.

Yesterday in school,
they asked rosie

what she wanted to be
when she grew up.

Would you like to know
what she answered?

A patient!

People...

fight sometimes, Mark.

Good night.

Good night.

As it happens,
when this "Monkey business," as you call it

about the drapes first
occurred to me yesterday,

I stopped by your
office to tell you.

I tried to tell you
last night.

I thought you'd
be pleased.

Now I'm sick
of the whole thing.

I don't care
if they never go up!

I'd be home more,
Karen...

If there were more
to come home to.

What, for instance?

A real woman.

You don't make me
feel like a woman.

What do you think I've been
trying to tell you for months?

I am a woman. I want
to be one, but I...

I have to feel I...
I'm desired!

Everyone thinks
you're desirable.

Do you?

Do you?!

No, you think you're
going to win this game,

but you're not!
Hooray!

Ha ha ha!

Hooray!

Has he or has he not
the authority

to let the patients make
their own drapes?

The patients
do what?

Library drapes,
from start to finish.

- Well, that's--
- Didn't you know?

Don't you have to
OK things like this?

Aren't you administrative
head anymore?

What?

Why haven't I seen
Mclver's contract?

- You never asked me.
- I'm asking you now!

Vicky, I'd only be too glad
to have you look at this thing.

It's in the bottom
right-hand drawer.

No, it's not!

Unlock it, and let's
have a look!

We'll have to continue
this another time.

I have a patient.

Oh, uh, Cobby,
send Mr. Capp in... The minute he arrives.

Now, just a minute.
I want to dictate a letter.

- I'll get my book.
- No, no, nevermind.

Here. Use this.

Now, Vicky,
you'll have to excuse me.

Get out.

Pardon?

I said,
"Get out!"

All right.

Now, look here, Vicky!

I'm good and sick
of your high-hand!

What do you think you are around here,
the queen bee?

You're just
another employee.

Then fire me!

Well, am I fired?

Of course
you're not fired.

Don't be ridiculous.

Because you can't.

You gave that up,
too, didn't you?

Didn't you?

That's Why you didn't
want me to read

Mclver's contract,
isn't it?

Isn't it?

Why didn't you
tell me?

I haven't even
told Edna.

I have some pride
left, Vicky.

You let me fight
your battles,

when you knew I
could be fired for it.

Now, look here, Vicky.

We've been working
together for 20 years.

Friends are supposed to
be able to lean on each other.

A man should stand
on his own two feet.

I've been standing
on mine for 48 years.

It's time someone around
here began holding me up

once in a while.

You think Mclver will?

Just last night,
his own wife was standing--

I remember
Sanford Collins in here.

It was always
a beautiful, big room.

It's a sad sight.

What is?

Seeing such
a small man in it.

Oh, Mr. Capp...

Do you mind waiting
for me a few minutes?

Thank you.
Cobby...

Uh, what's my schedule
this afternoon?

Never mind. Clear me up
for the rest of the day.

I can't work anymore.
I'm due out.

Petlee? Inch.

Fine. Jim,
this cotton rep...

I find it's not sat is...

You better have Albert
come and take it back.

Uh, Cobby, take a memo
for me, please.

From the office of
the medical director...

to General Distribution.

Subject: Library drapes.

It is my decision,

based on careful examination
of the elements involved,

and taking into consideration
the expressed wishes

of the chairman of
the board of trustees...

Sadie!

- Mclver?
- Yes.

Air express for
Mrs. Stewart Mclver.

You're welcome.

Sadie!

I'm not too early?

It's all right, Sadie.

Come in here.

We did have a date
for lunch, didn't we?

Did we? I don't
remember.

Oh! Karen, I'm sorry.

Well, as long
as I'm here,

why don't we drive out
to the lake for lunch?

I can't,
Dev. I'm not dressed. I have--

Take your time, princess,

there is nothing I can't
cancel this afternoon.

Oh, Dev, would you
care for a drink?

Sure, I'd love one.

I loved
last night, Karen.

You know... after you left,
I got to thinking about something you said.

How we all go around...

Each of us shut up
inside himself.

Oh, it's nobody's fault.

It's just the way
it goes.

Here we are... both...
Searching for something,

hoping for something.

Well...

- I thought...
- What did you think, Dev?

That just because of a
few drinks and a steak

and your help with those
ridiculous drapes that--

Karen!

You make it sound
so... so sordid.

Isn't it?

Well... last night,
it seemed to me that we...

I really thought we...

What happened, Karen?

What happened
with everybody?

Mark and Rosie will be
home from school any minute.

I wish you'd leave.

Yes.

Dev, I...

I'm sorry. I...

I know I led you
into this.

Wipe your face, Dev.

Got a cigarette?

May I visit,
or am I rupturing

the delicate bud
of creation?

Is that genesis
or synthesis?

It isn't finished.

You can see the others
in the barn.

Ah, incompleteness.

That's the only
triumph worthwhile.

With a finished work,
you subject yourself to public scrutiny,

praise, ridicule, and all the other
vulgarities that go with accomplishment.

That's why
I congratulate you.

You've just been relieved
of a major responsibility.

Once again,
talent is rejected.

The itsy-bitsiest triumph,

with that memo from
Dr. Devanal canceling your drapes.

What?

What?

Didn't you know?

Where is it?

Holcomb's got it
in the barber shop.

I'm sorry, I thought
everybody...

- Where's that memo?
- Stevie, please...

Don't be
worried about that memo.

Everything's going
to be all right.

Gentlemen,
please!

You can't have that!

Please, Stevie!
You must read...

"I waited for her,
and when I went to her room..."

Stevie!

Stevie!

I'm taking
my drawings.

They're not
your drawings.

They belong to us.

Are you the only one who
has put any love into this?

Get out of the way!

Get out of the way!

I'd like to use your office a minute,
Mrs. Rinehart.

Come on, Stevie.

It's the first
I've heard of this.

But you don't want
an explanation.

You want to believe
the worst.

Dr. Devanal there,
Miss Cobb?

Well, where is he?
I want to talk to him.

Any place you think
he might be?

Yes, yes, there is a message,
and take it down,

I want him to
get this verbatim.

Dear Dev,
I think there's a misunderstanding

on the subject
of these drapes.

There's more at stake
here than the wishes

of the chairman of
the board of trustees.

Meanwhile, the patient's
committee will go ahead

with the drapes which it
already has in work. Mclver.

And have him call me
soon as he gets back.

Big man.

Not so big.

Are you going to send me
away to a closed hospital?

Depends entirely on you.

Start knocking people down,
we can't keep you here.

Is that what you're
working for?

Oh, what's
the difference?

I'm just so tired
of being sick.

An hour ago I...
Don't laugh...

I thought I was well
enough to get out of here.

It's like trying to get
out of a greased well.

Not quite. Remember how you
were when you first got here?

That was closer
to bottom.

What do you think?

I don't know.

You can't help me.

You may be right,
you may not.

But when something
like this happens,

if you can't hang on
for 5 minutes,

you're never going
to find out.

I'm free at 2:00, OK?

Let's get going
on these drapes

before someone else
horns in.

I'll talk
to Devanal.

Abe's coming over
tonight.

He's going to test it
on the silkscreen.

Good. Let me know.

Mr. Holcomb...
I'm sorry.

Stevie?

I made it myself.

Uh, Stevie,
I was thinking about what you said,

I mean,
about going to the movies in town,

and I think I could now if
you still wanted to take me.

Well,
you don't have to say anything right now.

You can think
about it.

Oh, I'm glad
you came, Cobby.

Cobby, my dear... But first,
I'm going to get you a little drink.

I don't want
a drink.

Listen, I shouldn't
have come here.

Why, if anybody
saw me here--

Of course,
you want a drink.

Wake you up.

Get the memo out
all right?

Good!

We're going
to fight, Cobby.

Know that? We've got
our backs to the wall.

You have, maybe,
but I don't.

Do you really want me
to work, or not?

You said you had
some work to do.

What if somebody
saw me come out here?

Cobby,
you're all I've got left. You know that.

All I've got left.
You're important to me.

Sure... to answer the phone
when Mrs. Mclver calls.

Listen, everybody's
been calling me

wanting to know
where you are.

How much longer
can you hide out here?

Who is hiding? Heh heh!

Still got a drink or two
up my sleeve. Heh.

What I said 4 years
ago to Regina...

I-I-I said,
"All right, Regina.

Bring in this Mclver
whoever-he-is if you want to."

"I am perfectly willing to
take a back seat for a while."

The phone's ringing. Do you
want me to answer it, or what?

Huh? Oh!
But of course.

Hello.
Hello, Regina. Dev.

Regina, there's
an emergency here.

I want you to fly down
tomorrow before the others.

It's important.

Yes. What?
Oh, just a moment.

Now then, operator.

What... She's not?
Why not?

Well...
Keep trying, operator.

Cobby, get me
Vicky on the phone.

I want to talk to Vicky.

Get her yourself.

Oh...

That's all you got me
out here for.

It's the craziest thing
I ever got into.

Shhh!

Hello? Hello, Vicky.

Of course, it is.
Who did you think it was?

I... Oh, fine.
I'm fine.

Standing on
my own two feet.

Vicky, we're going
to fight.

This is the showdown.

Dev, where are you,
anyhow?

And what are you
talking about?

I'll tell you
what to do.

Prepare a report.
Yes, that will do it.

Show the board...
You know what I mean...

how everything
went wrong.

The mess Mclver's
gotten us into.

You know, late hours,
drinking... patients taking over the place.

Pour it on!

And then we walk into
that meeting on Tuesday

and just throw it
on the table.

What good will
all that do?

Now listen, Vicky.

I'm going
to clean house!

And you better be on the right side,
or out you go.

Mclver wants you out.

He's gone to Regina
about it.

Sh-she told me, Vicky!

Mclver stays, and it's a-snickety bang,
off with your head. 80...

Maybe if the staff
could settle its problems,

the patients could
settle theirs.

Good point.

I promise you,
we'll have a policy meeting on this

soon as I can communicate
with Dr. Devanal.

The main point is
whether we have

self-government
here at all.

And if we haven't,
don't tell us we have, Dr. Mclver.

Just hang up
any drapes you want,

and let's take all this rigamarole
of a committee and so and so,

and give it back
to the Indians.

Or Miss Inch.

Look, all I'm asking of you
at the moment is to be patient.

What we're trying to
do here isn't easy.

Self-government
never is.

But I think we can
all put it through.

Anyway, let's try,
hmm?

Well, um...

Excuse me.

Oh, well, uh,
I-I-I think, uh--

If you think they'll make any
changes around here, Holcomb,

you're just
kidding yourself.

Karen, I'm in a meeting.
I haven't--

Edna Devanal?
What does she want?

I don't know where he
is. Nobody seems to.

Just threw his
stink bomb and ran.

I thought maybe
you did.

I haven't seen
Dev since...

I have to talk
with you about us.

I'm frightened
at what's happened.

- Stewart, I--
- Karen, I can't talk now.

Mr. Holcomb?
Meeting over?

Adjourned.

Dr. Mclver.

Yes, Mr. Capp.

Uh... Holcomb's
pretty upset.

Dr. Devanal missed
his hour today.

I see.

By the way,
have you heard from Dr. Devanal?

Thank you.
No. No, I haven't.

Did, uh... Did he cancel your hour,
too?

Yes,
but I don't get hysterical like Holcomb.

- I feel fine.
- Good. Good.

I'm glad to hear it.

- Oh, Miss Gavney.
- Yes, doctor?

Dr. Wolff will be here
all evening, won't he,

in case anyone wants
to talk to him?

Why, of course, sir.
He's--

Fine. Good night,
Miss Gavney.

Good night,
doctor.

- Thank you.
- Good night, Mr. Capp.

Oh, Abe.
You're so right.

The world's becoming
dehydrated.

What they can't
dry up, they freeze.

Slicing has become
a lost art.

Now tell me,
when did you last see a woman

cutting an orange?

Listen, as far
as I'm concerned,

the more art that's
lost, the better.

Well, if it isn't
the good gray doctor!

Hello.

Come in. Come in.

Thank you. I, uh,
saw the lights.

Have a seat. Give him a
glass of wine. Do you good.

No,
thanks. I'll have to be getting along.

I, uh, just finished a meeting.

I don't think
I did too well.

Oh.

Good evening.

Careful with that,
honey. It's valuable.

Doctor,
you haven't met Abe's wife.

Well, no.
I haven't.

Shirley,
this is the world-famous mind reader

and deep-sea diver,
the great Mclver.

- How do you do?
- Very glad to know you.

Abe said it would be
all right if I came along.

I give him
inspiration.

Good for you.

Well, Abe, how is
it going to work?

Ah, it's in the lap
of the gods, now.

You can only rely on my
cool skill and animal cunning.

Stevie really
got Wolff, didn't he?

He's got your immaculate
scientific preoccupation.

Won't you have
something to eat with us, Dr. Mclver?

He just said no.
Don't ply the man.

Now, wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

I changed my mind.

Ply me.

Good. Here.
Start with this.

Ah, spaghetti.
Wonderful.

Will you be able to stay
for a great experiment?

I don't know. How long is it going to take,
Abe?

Ah,
be patient, doctor.

This isn't something
you can toss off

like mending a split
personality, or something.

This is art.

Well, Mrs. Irwin,
I can see

that your child is
going to be reared

with a healthy respect
for the arts.

Abe will have him
painting like the venetians

by the time he's 3.

Don't tell me you doctors are
going to start

analyzing kids before they're even born,
huh?

You wouldn't
suspect it,

but Abe's pretty excited
about being a father.

Everything is debatable in life,
except babies:

husbands, careers, art.

When a baby is around,
nothing else counts.

How right you are.

Ta-da!

How about that?

Hey, that's good!
Isn't it?

Stevie has
a sardonic touch,

a sort of
jovial Goya.

I think more like
Steinberg.

More like you're
all a little drunk.

- Oh...
- Abe's really very pleased.

It's difficult to tell,
but I've had experience.

- How do you tell?
- He eats.

Whenever he eats,
things are all right.

Oh, it used to worry me
before we were married...

for days at a time,
nothing.

Then suddenly,
at 3:00 in the morning,

he'd get hungry,

make me get up and
fix him a sandwich.

And from now on,
it's going to be me

who will have to get up at 3:00
in the morning, warm the bottle.

Serves you
right!

Hey, Shirley,
it's about time you ought to be in bed.

We can go on with this
in the morning.

- We can't leave this mess.
- Leave it.

How are you
going to get home?

I'll manage.

If you need a lift,
I'll drop you.

Fine. Take her
home, Abe.

You're a good man
in a chin fest.

We ought to do this again
at my house sometime, doc.

Just say when.

Good night.

Good night,
Shirley.

- Doc?
- Yeah.

You be sure to cure this kid,
huh?

We'll do
our best, abe.

- See you.
- Good night...

- And thanks a lot.
- Oh, any time, doctor.

Nicest part
of every party...

Hmm?

When everybody
leaves.

Oh. You want to
wash or dry?

I don't care.

More sense of
accomplishment washing.

You wash.

All right. Will you get a towel?

The first cupboard
on the right--

The one that says
"Clean rags".

Yes, ma'am.

♪ Doo doo ♪
There you are.

Thank you.

How long were
you married?

Six years, 8 months,
and 2 days.

Oh...

Come on, you guys!
Let's go get some chow!

Hey! Hey!

Any regrets...

Coming here and
taking this job?

No.

It's only partly true,
you know,

that hard work
cures all sorrow.

Is that what you think
I'm doing?

Trying.

This, uh...

This work is a bridge for you,
isn't it?

To back among
the living?

- Mm-hmm.
- Mm-hmm.

Welcome back.

You're young. You've got
a whole world ahead of you.

It's up against
real competition...

The one behind me.

Yeah, I've been
thinking myself

back into that one.

Well, uh,
"Think" is probably the wrong word.

It's an impression,
a feeling,

an atmosphere
around you.

Something inside.

Relax. Close your eyes.

That's what
the couch is for.

All right.

You're in a small
college town.

5-room yellow house.
Rented.

It's on a shady street
with a handful of others.

And outside,
peaceful sounds:

a lawn mower
clanking,

a piano playing.

In the
first apartment

Karen and I had
in Chicago,

the bathtub was
in the kitchen.

Small, cozy,
no big problems.

Except when the
Murphy bed was down,

you couldn't open
the front door.

I'd come home from the
hospital at 5:00 in the morning,

and there'd be
coffee on the stove.

I wonder where
Dev is.

He's probably drunk
someplace.

There's a real deterioration
in that man.

Now I'm going to have to fight
him for the clinic, and I don't want to.

Why not?

Because I remember
him when I was in training.

He and Collins were
doing really important work.

Is that why you've been
covering for him here?

What do you think it
would do to the patients

to see us at each
other's throats?

You know what
I'd really like?

What?

To get back
to that feeling

I had in the bar.

Talk, wine...

Beer wouldn't do?

Uh-uh. Wrong mood.

I'll put it
in a red glass.

All right.

Could I use your phone?

Oh, yes.
Right over there.

Thank you.

Miss Kubiecki?
This is Dr. Mclver.

Have you heard from
Dr. Devanal yet?

Nothing, huh?

She does? Well,
switch me through to her, please.

Oh, hello,
Miss Gavney.

Who?

Oh, Mr. Capp.

Yes. Yes,
he'll need sedation.

That's all right.
You can give it to him.

And if Dr. Wolff
needs me,

I'm at 6258.

Mm-hmm.

Good night.

Hello. This is
Mrs. Mclver.

Is my...
is Dr. Mclver there?

Well, I...
It's rather urgent.

Oh, yes, thank you.
Give me the number if you will.

Thank you.

Hello?

- Who is this?
- Hello?

Information, 6258.

Under whose name is
that number listed?

I'm sorry,
we are unable

to give
this information.

We do not list
by telephone number.

It's hard for everybody,
but particularly for us...

Because all the sick
feelings out of the past

hook onto things
in the present.

Now, this...

Being with you
right now...

is real, only...

My feelings about now...

How do I know where
they come from,

or have I got them
all mixed up

with something else?

Good night, Stevie.

Thank you
for taking me.

I couldn't have
done it by myself.

I couldn't have gone
with anyone else but you.

Good night.

Well, Mr. Capp,
you must be as drowsy as a kitten.

How about bed now...
And some sleep?

That's the wittiest remark
since the passing of Oscar Wilde.

Oh, Mr. Capp,
I gave you some sedation.

Yeah. Two capsules.

Are you sure the clinic
can spare it?

Mr. Capp,
would it help

if I called in Dr. Wolff
to talk to you?

Miss Gavney, please!

One doctor at a time.

Let's not interfere with
good old Devanal's work.

Ha! He's making me fit
to face the world.

The futility
and the emptiness...

The hydrogen bomb...

Say, I may even be fit
to cope with my mother!

There's a formidable
woman, Miss Gavney...

quick of eye,
steady of hand.

Never been known to miss
with a knife in the back.

♪ "M" is for the million
things she gave me ♪

♪ "O" means only that
she's growing old ♪

♪ "T" is for the tears
were shed to save me ♪

♪ "H" is for her heart
of purest gold ♪

Good morning, Mark.

Morning.

Mother not down yet?

She's gone.

Gone? Where?

To the springs.
She took Rosie with her.

You're supposed to take
me over to Billy hormeyer's

for the weekend.

Sadie's not here yet.

Yeah, I'll... All right,
whenever you're ready.

I'll get breakfast
at the clinic.

So long.

Good-bye, dad.

- Is Dr. Mclver here yet?
- Should be any minute.

Well,
please let me know the minute he comes in.

I'll be
at breakfast.

No. No, no,
Mrs. Devanal.

We haven't heard
from the doctor yet.

Yes. Yes, I'll be sure
to call you.

Mr. Capp, why don't you
go in to breakfast?

I'll call you as soon as...

- ...the doctor arrives.
- I'd rather stay here.

Cobby, did you know that
Thomas Edison never slept

more than 42 minutes
a night in his whole life?

No wonder
he tinkered around.

Dr. Mclver!

It's Stevie!

I've taken all I'm gonna
take of these loonies!

Look at that.
I tried to stop him.

He was smashing
the window.

He was trying
to break down the door.

When Curly stopped him.

Curly got cut
with the broken glass.

Curly,
what started this?

How should I know?

Dr. Mclver!

Dr. Mclver,
I demand to know

why those new drapes are put up in
the library, considering your promise!

- What drapes?
- Flowered brocade.

A very striking effect,
as a matter of fact.

Curly, did you see
which way he went?

Last I saw him, he was

hightailing it river way.

Good riddance!

Stevie!

Stevie!

Stevie!

Doctor, something
has to be done

about the noise
in the annex.

It's impossible to rest.
If something isn't done,

I'm going to call
the police myself!

Miss Robbins, you will do
no such thing.

If you'll please go
back to your room.

I assure you,
everything possible

is being done.

The state highway
patrol has been

trying to get you.

I told them you'd call just
as soon as you got in.

All right,
get them for me,

and put the call
through in my office.

Dr. Mclver,
I came to this place to be helped,

not to be driven
out of my mind!

Miss Robbins,
perhaps you can tell me.

The noise upstairs,
and the laughing and the dancing...

- How bad is it, Tim?
- Pretty bad.

We have
a very disturbed house.

There's been a lot of talk all
day about those new drapes,

and now this rumor about
Steven holte's suicide.

They each read themselves into it,
and I never know what's--

Dr. Mclver, I found
Mrs. Demuth drunk...

- in Mr. Appleton's room.
- You see?

I tried to persuade her
to go back to her own.

Dr. Mclver,
state highway patrol calling.

Does Demuth
know I'm here?

I'll go up.

Doctor...

I'll see to it.

Mclver.

That's right. I called the
sheriff's office around 2:00.

Definitely not.

He's not dangerous
to anybody but himself.

Don't send an officer out
here. I'll come down there.

Dr. Mclver,
what'll I do about--

Later, Mrs. O'Brien.

Mrs. O'Brien...

Mrs. O'Brien!

Yes, doctor?

I want you to take these
down right away.

- But, doctor--
- Take them down before...

more patients see them.

But what will I do with them?

I don't care
what you do with them.

Anything!
Put them in my car.

I'll take them
to the dump!

But don't you think we ought
to wait until Dr. Devanal...

Stewart!

- Where have you been?
- Been?

I've been to the airport
to meet Regina.

We had a few things
to talk about.

- Just got in.
- Now, look here...

Then you haven't heard
about Steven Holte.

No. Why?

Is he... was he
very disturbed?

I'd say so, Dev,
assuming he's still alive.

- One of the patients?
- My patient.

Stewart,
aren't you being

a little melodramatic,
perhaps?

You know
this boy's history!

If you don't,
why don't you come

to staff meeting once
in a while and find out?!

What are you in
this business for...

to cure patients
or to kill them?!

I didn't put up those
drapes. You know that.

Dev, if this boy
kills himself,

I'll drive you so far
out of the profession,

You'll never find
your way back!

Now, look here,
Stewart!

If I were you, I would not make
accusations you may regret.

I'll regret nothing!

Now, just a minute!

This boy has
a history of suicide.

Do you mean to tell me
that knowing that,

you gave him
the run of the clinic,

let him become some kind
of celebrity around here?

Why wasn't he sent
to a closed hospital?

Because I'm a doctor,
not a jailer!

Mac,
before the rest of the board arrives,

I insist on
a clarification

of what's going on
down here.

I hear
these rumors...

What rumors, Regina?

About laxity in the
treatment of patients...

incompetence.

I want to know if there's
any basis to them.

Does Dev
suggest there is?

Certainly not. He
completely denies them.

Same thing.

Mac, I take a serious
view of this.

Yes, so do I.

Don't try to run this
place single-handed.

We have a responsibility
to the trustees.

But not to
the patients, huh?

The patients are yours.

Regina, the trustees
can't run the clinic

without knowing the clinic, and
you can't know

the clinic
sitting in Chicago!

From what I've seen here in
the past few minutes--

Well,
take a few more minutes. I can't talk now.

- Mac!
- Not now!

I just don't understand.
What are they doing?

They are mourning,
Mrs. O'Brien.

I think that's what
your people would call...

A wake.

Mr. Capp.

Mr. Capp!

Man shall not minister
to my disease,

plucked from the memory
of rooted sorrow.

Raise up the hidden
troubles of the brain,

and, with some sweet,
oblivious antidote,

cleanse the...

Mr. Capp, won't you
come to bed now?

Mrs. O'Brien,
did I ever tell you

you reminded me
of my mother?

And, with some sweet,
oblivious antidote,

cleanse the...
Bosom from that...

Hello, Otto.
I'm glad you're here.

I want to talk to you.

Mrs. Devanal
is in your office.

Mrs. Devanal?
What does she want?

I don't know. She's been
waiting for some time.

Hello, Edna.

What can I do for you?

I'm sorry about
the boy, Stewart.

I've been trying to make
up my mind all night.

I know how you feel
about Dev.

I can't justify
anything he's done.

Stewart... Don't you care
at all what happens to him?

I'm sorry, Edna.
It's not personal,

but I can't let Dev
go on like this.

But can't you do it
some way-- some other way?

That's all I ask.

Just... not this way.

Can it really matter
how many times

he's been at the Realton
hotel with Miss Cobb?

If it doesn't matter
to me...

I've been through all that
so long and gotten used to it...

What can it matter
to anyone else?

If it's true
he really mishandled

the two cases
mentioned in there,

I suppose that is
serious, but mistakes...

Have you any idea
what it is

to live in the same
house with a man

who hasn't brought his
problems to you for 10 years?

But, Stewart,
if he loses his pride now...

he'll be through.

That's all he has left.

Edna...

Where did you get this?

It... came to the house
last night by messenger.

I know I shouldn't
have opened it,

but Dev wasn't
there, and...

I was so worried.

Has Dev seen it?

No.

Sally, get Miss Inch
in here.

Mrs. Mitchell-Smythe
called.

The board meeting
is for--

I want Miss Inch!

Dr. Mclver's office.
Who's calling, please?

Yes, just one moment,
lieutenant. He's right here.

Yes?

What?

Where?

Lieutenant!

Can you identify
this, doctor?

That shoe could've been
in the river for 3 years.

It doesn't mean
he's drowned!

No one says it does,
but it's the nearest we've come.

Where'd you find it?

Out over there
in that mudbank.

We figure that's where
he entered the river.

We're going to start dragging all
through here and work downstream.

Cal, let's get over to those
other two boats by the bridge.

Keep that searchlight
on us over here!

Lieutenant Ferguson...

tangled in the lines
of your hook!

We've gone too far!

Dr. Mclver!
Boat 5 hooked something!

Something's
on the hook!

I think we've
snagged a body!

Do you want me
to take you to him?

No, he wouldn't
want me. Not now.

I'll be at home.

Will you call me,
let me know if there's anything?

Karen, forgive me.
I shall presume.

Tomorrow... or
whenever this ends,

if he will let you,
go to him, help him.

He has much
to work through.

Don't nurse
your wounds.

Nurse his.

Thank you.

Pull it in slow!

What is it?

It's only a fender.

You've just
hooked a fender!

Meg, I'm not going
to stand around

waiting for them
to bring up the body.

I can't take any more.

Any more of waiting?

Any more of myself.

Everything I've put my hand
to flies apart like a straw man--

Wife, kids, Dev...
Now Stevie.

What kind of a fool was I to
think I could take care of all that?

I can't even
take care of myself.

I'm no more fit to be
in this job than Dev is.

Well, let somebody else
try to put it together again.

It won't be me.

Why don't they just
leave it where it is?

You know the way
a stiff acts?

It goes down to the
bottom. It don't drift away.

Just lays there until it bloats
enough to come to the top.

Oh, Meg...

Oh, Meg, Meg,
Meg, Meg...

It seems
a long time.

Along time.

I've been living in a
dream these last few days.

It has to stop.
I have to wake up.

I've been playing family
again with you and Stevie.

It was a wonderful dream.

I was dead for a long time,
and now I'm alive...

For which I thank you.

Meg, listen to me.
Nothing has to stop.

I think it does.

We can't stay out any
longer just to find a body.

Bring in the boats!

That's it!

I think I'm something...

something you had once
or wanted once, and...

It's easier for you
to start again with me

than go back
and get Karen.

No, no, no, Meg...

I wonder if she doesn't
need some of the strength

you've tried to give
Stevie and me.

Maybe it's too late
for that.

Well, leave her, then,
but don't make her suffer...

While you and I clutch at
our dreams in odd moments--

Please don't!

Don't.

I could do that, too.

I almost want you
that much.

Just not quite.

Not quite.

Well...

What should I do,
Meg?

Who do you...
think I am?

- I'm late for the meeting.
- I know.

I want to talk to you a minute

before you go in.

When did you send
this out, Vicky?

I worked on it
Saturday and Sunday

and called a messenger
and sent it to your house.

I didn't get it.
I haven't been home.

This is Dev's copy.

But I...
Don't understand.

I thought...

All right,
I believe in calling a spade a spade.

You may be interested in
knowing that Dr. Devanal

suggested that I prepare just
such a report as that against you.

Vicky, I hope,
for your own peace,

you won't present
that thing at the meeting.

And if I led you
to believe I wanted

that kind of help
from you, forgive me.

I understand
that the drapes

hung in the library
by your wife

were removed by you
yesterday.

You will appreciate,
Dr. Mclver,

that regardless of
their origin or suitability,

they are the
property of the clinic.

I must ask that they
be returned at once.

Vicky.

Under the circumstances,

I suggest we dispense
with the customary agenda

and get to the essentials.

I understand
Miss Inch has a report

which she believes may
clarify certain aspects

of our present situation.

Miss Inch, may we
have your report?

I have no report...

except the usual
financial ones.

Much the same
as last year.

Read them yourselves
to save time.

Thank you, Vicky.

Regina, if I may,
I think I can save you some time, too.

You all know
what's happened.

None of it
can be undone.

But what we can do
is learn from it.

Out of our needs
and our passions here, we've...

we've spun
a human cobweb,

and this boy's
been caught in it.

I know that a lot
of what's happened

is my responsibility.

I think I forgot
that if an analyst

is to be of any real help
to the people he cares for,

it must come out of
the way he lives.

Not just from how much he knows
or how hard he works.

We live very close
together here,

patients and staff.

And we bring
everything we are...

strong and weak,
good and bad...

to the smallest act.

If we realize this
and accept and use it,

that's the only way I know
of reconciling ourselves

to the present trouble

and trying to prevent
its happening in the future.

Now as to the conduct
of the clinic,

my basic views haven't changed.

More than ever,
I believe the self-government program

is inevitable and right.

And the risks
we take under it

with a patient
like Steven Holte

are calculated
and worthwhile.

If I stay here...

I propose to continue
and extend

the present program.

Whether I do or not
is for you to decide.

"Having been associated
with this clinic

"and many of its employees
for over quarter of a century,

"it is with a deep
feeling of regret

"and a sense of
great personal loss

"that for reasons
of ill health,

"I submit to this board
my resignation

"as medical director of
the Castle House Clinic

"for nervous disorders.

"Sincerely...

Douglas N. Devanal, M.D."

We've covered
a lot of ground,

for two people
who have forgotten

how to talk
to each other.

What do we do now?

Try to...
help each other

as much as we can.

Be as honest
as we can.

Stevie!

I... came back.

You all right?

Came back...
for an explanation.

Explanation?

Where the devil
have you been?

Waiting here
for hours.

Where have
you been?

Do you realize everybody's
been looking for you,

been dragging
the river all night?

- Too bad.
- What do you mean?

They won't
find me.

They'll find you,
all right.

I'll throw you
back in myself.

It's all right,
it's all right.

Come on, Stevie,
you can make it.

I made it...
Didn't I?

That's right,
Stevie.

You made it.

Oh, say,

could... could you
get hold of Sue?

Tell her
I'm all right?

- Yeah, sure.
- Explain to her?

She's got a lot of
anxieties, you know.

Yeah, I know,
I know.

Tell her I still
got her bell.

What's Dr. Carmody's
phone number?

It's in the book.

Just... thought I'd
lie down a minute.

You ever almost
drowned yourself?

No.

It's just silly.

I'll never do it again.

Oh, hi.

Is he going to be
all right?

Yeah, Mark. I think
he's going to be fine.

You know, Mark,
uh...

sometimes it's
easier for a doctor

to take care
of his patients

than... than someone
of his own.

I know, dad.
That's your job.

Can I help you?

You have.

I seem to... keep running
into these things.