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Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

I have only myself to blame for this embarrassment.

I insisted that every phase of our organization

should be run on a business-like basis.

Of course, one bright employee

thought it would be appropriate to put the entire program

in the dead file. We put him there, instead.

But I see that we have something for you

which is marked "immediate attention."

So, I think we should show it to you now.

[clock ticking]

[sighs]

[sighs]

[thuds]

[groans]

Please...

Please, please...

All right, Mrs. Phillips, Dr. Tedaldi can make it on Thursday next.

You’re very welcome.

Goodbye.

Good morning. May I help you?

I’d like to see Dr. Tedaldi.

Did you have an appointment, Mr...

The name’s Cavender. Yes, I’ve got an appointment.

Dr. Steers called about me yesterday.

Oh, yes, Mr. Cavender. One moment, please.

Mr. Charles Cavender’s here, Doctor.

Yes, sir.

You can go right in, Mr. Cavender.

Leave your coat here, if you like.

Thank you.

My, we’re certainly getting some cold weather, lately, aren’t we?

[mutters] Yes.

Come in, Mr. Cavender.

Please sit down.

Uh, Dr. Steers and I went to school together, did he tell you that?

Only he elected to become a GP, and I went on to psychiatry.

Is he your regular physician?

I’ve only seen him a couple of times.

He didn’t tell me what your problem was.

Only that he thought I could help you more than he could.

Well, he meant by that, of course,

that he doesn’t feel your problem is organic.

What is your problem, Mr. Cavender?

-Insomnia. -How’s that?

[clears throat, coughs]

Insomnia. I can’t sleep. I haven’t slept in months.

Well, lots of people claim that.

Say they never sleep.

Not for a minute.

Well, it’s not really true, of course, you know.

It only seems that way.

Well I-I know that I doze off from time to time.

But it’s... maybe an hour or two hours. It’s certainly not enough.

I can’t think straight. I’m tired all the time.

I’ve lost three jobs in the past eight months.

I see.

Well, let’s get some of the details out of the way first,

shall we? And then we’ll talk about it.

Your full name?

[clears throat] Charles Morton Cavender.

-Age? -Thirty-five.

Occupation?

Well, I used to work in a steamship company,

in the statistical department.

I’m working for a mail order outfit now.

-Are you married? -Single.

Uh... [chuckles]

I should say widowed.

Your wife died young, Mr. Cavender?

An accident.

What sort of accident?

Does it matter?

Well, it might.

It was a fire.

[moodily] I don’t know how often I’ve had the dream.

Four, five times maybe...

And it’s always the same?

Always. [sighs]

Everything’s like it was a year ago.

We’re living in the old house on Grassy Heights,

Linda and me.

I’m in the living room, sitting on the couch.

Not doing anything in particular, I’m just sitting there.

I can see every stick of furniture in the room.

The cherry mahogany breakfront,

the white, fuzzy rug that always messed up my trouser cuffs.

Linda’s upstairs in the bedroom.

So, I get up and I go to the foot of the stairs, and I call her.

She comes out in that...

kind of gypsy skirt of hers,

stands there at the head of the stairs, smiling...

her hand on the banister.

Then from behind her, I see the flames.

She doesn’t seem to be aware of them, she just--

They come at her from the bedroom.

She just stands there smiling.

I yell at her, I scream until my throat’s dry and I can’t yell anymore.

And then the...

flames grab her, and pull her back.

I can hear them roaring, crackling...

Is that the end of the dream?

Yes.

That’s the way the dream is. Of course, that isn’t the way it really happened.

Well, how did it really happen?

Well, it was--

[clears throat] ...it was in the middle of the night.

And Linda and I were both asleep.

I don’t know how the fire actually started.

I had some paints and things in a workshop in the basement.

And the fire inspector said something about combustion,

I don’t know.

All I know is that--

that neither one of us woke up until the whole room was blazing.

It was so full of smoke that I couldn’t see anything.

And I-I called Linda’s name, and...

she didn’t answer.

I went to the bedroom door, and I couldn’t get it open.

The knob was so hot.

I-I couldn’t get it open so I went to the bathroom door,

it was half open.

I went inside.

[scoffs]

I was hysterical, I guess, that’s the...

word for it. I...

I started working on the window. It came open and I...

I jumped out.

It wasn’t a...

very big drop. There were some bushes there that broke my fall,

and when I hit the ground, I got up, I started running. I didn’t stop till I was...

about halfway to the road. And I--

I looked back, the whole house was just covered with flames.

It was an old house, wood-framed.

I’ve never seen anything burn so fast.

Your wife was killed?

Do you think you could have saved her?

I mean, does it trouble you that you didn’t try?

-Do you feel guilty, Mr. Cavender? -No.

Well, it wouldn’t be unnatural if you did.

Even if you had done the only sensible thing,

even if there wasn’t a chance that you couldn’t have saved your wife,

it’s inevitable that you should feel some guilt.

After all, you’re still alive.

No, it’s not that. I don’t blame myself. I-I don’t blame myself.

[Tedaldi] Well, perhaps not consciously.

Well, consciously or unconsciously. No matter what.

No matter what?

What do you mean by that, Mr. Cavender?

[clearing throat] Well, this--

this brother of hers, this Jack Fletcher...

-Your wife’s brother? -Yeah, now there’s a guy you ought to see, Doc.

He needs a head-shrinker a lot more than I do.

-Why do you say that? -Because he’s crazy, that’s why.

He’s got this nutty idea in his head and he can’t get rid of it.

What idea is that?

Does he hold you responsible for his sister’s death?

Yeah.

Do you know why?

Now, why should I know? I don’t even know the guy. I never even met him.

He was 500 miles away when it happened.

The way he talks, you’d think he was right next door.

Well, where was he?

In a veteran’s hospital, over in Maryland someplace.

He heard about Linda’s death, naturally,

and he got some newspaper clippings about the fire.

And I suppose that’s how he got this idea about me.

What idea is that, Mr. Cavender?

Well, I saved my own skin. I let Linda burn.

That’s what he thinks. That’s what he wrote in the letter.

It’s a real psychotic letter, Doc. You’d be interested in it.

Where is this man Fletcher now, do you know?

[sighs] I don’t know.

Said in his letter he was leaving the hospital.

Said he was getting out at the right time.

The right time? What did he mean by that?

How should I know?

I supposed he wants to make trouble.

Look, the guy’s half out of his head.

He was very fond of his sister.

They grew up together without parents.

You know what I mean. Well, I--

I don’t blame him for being upset,

except he’s wrong, he’s absolutely wrong.

I couldn’t have saved Linda, not in a million years.

He wasn’t in that room, Doc. He doesn’t know what it was like!

It was a furnace in there, it was an absolute furnace!

For all I know, Linda was already dead when I woke up.

There wasn’t a chance in the world!

You don’t have to persuade me, Mr. Cavender.

Well, I--

[sighs]

...I know that it’s--

it’s all connected up, somehow. I know that.

The insomnia and the fire.

Except I slept all right after the fire.

That’s the thing that bothers me. I...

slept all right after the fire.

Well, just when did your insomnia begin, Mr. Cavender?

When Jack Fletcher left the hospital?

Yeah.

Come to think of it, yeah.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

[man] Charlie Cavender?

Who is this?

It’s Jack Fletcher, Charlie.

I hope I didn’t wake you up, buddy, but I just got into town.

Fletcher?

Couldn’t wait to call you, Charlie. You understand?

I had to tell you I was here.

You know why, don’t you, buddy?

Now, listen, Fletcher...

You know why, Charlie.

[hangs up phone]

Can you hold it a minute, Charlie?

Just a minute, Mr. Turney, I’m trying to get these--

Oh, don’t bother. That can wait.

Well, you wouldn’t want me to lose track...

You’ve already lost track. This is what I got back

from Accounting this morning.

You know how much it’s worth?

Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. Turney. I could have sworn they were all right.

Must be this sickness of mine.

What kind of sickness is this, Charlie?

You don’t hit the bottle, do you?

No, no! It’s nothing like that. It’s insomnia.

It’s a bad case of insomnia.

I’m being treated by a doctor.

Look, Charlie, it’s not like we didn’t give you a chance.

I mean, one or two mistakes, that we can afford.

But you know what kind of a business this is.

We’ve got a small profit margin here. Mistakes cost too much.

Well, it won’t happen again.

No, you’re right, Charlie.

I’m sorry, but the front office told me to give you notice.

You have a check waiting at the cashier.

Look, that’s not fair, you can’t do that.

You can’t fire a person for being sick--

Look, Charlie, this no way to talk in a business office.

No way at all. Now you pick up your check from the cashier

before noon. And leave your desk the way it is.

We’ll clear it all up later.

Hello, I’d like to call Dover Veteran’s Hospital, Dover, Maryland.

Uh... No, I don’t know the number.

My number?

Schuyler 4-9970.

Yes, yes, I’ll speak to anyone.

Hello, uh...

Yes, I’m trying to find the forwarding address

of a recently discharged patient.

His name is Jack-- No, that would be John, I guess. John Fletcher.

Well, I don’t know for sure.

I know that it’s been within the past two months.

Yes. Yes, I’ll-- Uh--

It’s very important that I find him. I’ll hang on.

Yes?

3-3-1, Stanton.

Manhattan.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

[Fletcher] Who is it?

Well? What do you want?

Are you Jack Fletcher?

That’s right, buddy. Who are you?

I’m Charlie Cavender. Linda’s husband.

Come on, let me in. I wanna talk to you!

How’d you find me?

How did you know where I was?

I thought we ought to talk this over.

I called the veteran’s hospital and got your address.

Clever boy, only you’re wasting your time.

Now, look, Jack...

I got nothing to say to you!

There’s no sense in acting like a couple of kids.

Best thing for us to do is just lay our cards on the table.

Flake off. I don’t want any friendly chats with you.

That’s no way to talk.

You sure sounded big on the telephone the other night.

Of course, I’m--

I’m willing to forget all about that.

I see you had it pretty bad in the war.

Linda never told me how bad.

Don’t worry about me, buddy.

You worry about yourself.

You must have been pretty rough.

I was in the Air Force, World War II, myself.

Bully for you.

Any decorations for bravery?

Cut it out!

I know what you feel about the fire.

You never gave me a chance to tell you my side.

I know your side. You were looking out for number one.

I would have saved Linda if I could! Don’t you think I loved her?

Your type doesn’t love anybody.

I did the only sensible thing!

So, that’s why you had to come here, huh?

Because you’re so sensible!

You thought you could explain yourself to me,

-never have another bad dream. -That’s not true.

You thought I would forgive and forget, huh? Makes everything OK again?

Well, you were wrong, buddy. You were dead wrong.

Because I’m gonna be your bad dream. From now on.

-You’re crazy. -I’m appointing myself to the job.

You understand? Your official nightmare!

You’ll never be rid of me, Cavender, never!

You’d like to kill me, wouldn’t you?

-Yeah! I’d like to kill you! -You’d like to see me dead.

I’d like to get my hands around your throat.

Only you can’t. Isn’t that right, Fletcher? A man like you.

You think I need legs? You think I need legs to get you, you crumb?

[laughing]

And to think how I sweated about you.

How many sleepless nights you gave me.

You’re right, Fletcher. You’re nothing but a bad dream!

That’s all you can ever be, is a bad dream.

Cavender.

Here’s my legs. I’ll show you the kind of man I am.

[Fletcher gasping]

[gunshot]

[yawns]

Looks like everything is pretty well under control, Frank.

I don’t think we’ll need that extra crew.

Good. You call O’Brien and tell him.

How about the casualties? You get a report yet?

Only one fatality so far.

Everybody else got warned out in time.

They’re bringing him out now.

Name’s Cavender, apartment 2-B.

The fire started in his place.

We think it was a faulty heater.

When are people gonna learn about these old heaters?

You just can’t leave ’em burning when you go to bed.

You’d think all the noise would have woke him up.

Sure must have been a heavy sleeper, that one.

You must have heard months ago,

that certain things in our land

were considered in and others out.

It has taken me all this time to comprehend just what all this meant.

Now, to my dismay,

I’m told that the whole subject is no longer in.

In other words,

if you understand in and out, you are now out.

As for those of you who haven’t the slightest idea

what I’m talking about,

you can find consolation in the fact

that this makes you in.

I think there’s very little I can say at this juncture.

But I must say that I am disturbed

by the unabashed glee

with which my assistants bruted me into this.

Next time we shall return with business very much as usual.

Until then, goodnight.