Do you know where you are, Mrs Cunningham?
Where is he? As if he were crouching behind me.
- Why am I afraid to look at him? - You know, don't you, Mrs Cunningham?
In New York, of course. I used to live in Evanston, Illinois.
That's where I was born. It's right near Chicago.
Did you sleep well last night, Mrs Cunningham?
- How are you today? - Very well, thank you.
Who is he, and why all those questions?
As if he were testing me.
- Do you hear voices? - You think I'm deaf? Of course. I hear yours.
It's hard to keep on being civil
when they ask you such naïve questions.
But who's that? And what's happened to him?
You suspect him of anything.
He's clever, but he can't fool me with his magic.
It's an old trick, changing into a girl.
Oh, no. She can't be he. She doesn't ask questions.
Pardon me, but you look pale. Have you been job hunting?
- Virginia, don't be silly. - You know my name?
You must have seen it on my bag. I don't know where it is.
I was going to get some groceries and go back to the apartment.
- Oh, could you tell me how to get to... - What are you talking about?
How to get to where? Where? What's the name of the street?
It's the sun. It's too warm.
I'm worried about you, Virginia.
I wasn't gonna tell you this, but I'm going to One.
Maybe I'll be leaving from there. Before long, I'll be on my own,
wondering where the next meal's coming from.
- Look, how would you like to... - All right, ladies!
- Let's go. - What's the matter?
- Please. You don't wanna make trouble. - What is it? A fire? A riot?
- Shh. - All right, ladies. Fall in. Fall in.
- You heard me. I said fall in. - Fall in? Fall in what?
- No talking, ladies. - You see?
Why do we have to stand with all of them?
Come on, ladies.
Let's go.
Oh, I see. It's a zoo, a tour. I don't like a zoo, do you?
I don't like the smell, and I'm sorry for the animals, locked up in cages.
Don't talk now. You know it's against the rules.
- Enjoy the sun, Virginia? - Yes, thank you.
People are friendly in New York, or maybe just fresh.
I've never seen her before, and she calls me Virginia.
What am I supposed to say, "Hi, kiddo"?
Come on. Step along.
- Ruth, Minna, where are you going? - Okay, Jean. They're all in.
Ward 3A, step out. No talking, ladies.
Mary, get up. You know better than that. Come on.
Ward 3A, we haven't got all day.
- Where are we going? - Keep in line, ladies.
Why do we have to keep in line?
- I don't like regimentation. - Please, Virginia.
- Doing all right, Lucille? - Yes, thank you.
I may have to make a speech against it.
- Against what? - Regimentation, of course.
But I... I can't make a speech without writing it first.
Now, now. Don't run, ladies.
And no pushing.
Quit pushing! Somebody's pushing!
- Come on! Open the door! - Quiet here. No talking, I said.
The way they treat you, you'd think we were criminals.
- That's right. - Criminals?
Come on. Take over here, will you? Come on, ladies. Let's go.
- Criminals? - Come on, Virginia.
A prison?
That's it. A prison. I should've known it.
- How did I get here? - What's wrong, honey?
- Let me go. Let me go! - Virginia, Miss Hart will hear you.
I won't stay here. I won't stay in this place another minute. I wanna get out!
What's the trouble?
Nothing, Miss Hart. It's just that Virginia feels a little faint.
She got a little too much sun, I think. She'll be all right.
Hello, Mrs Cunningham.
Miss Hart, we'd like to speak to Mrs Cunningham for a minute.
Yes, Doctor. Go ahead, Grace.
I'm sorry.
Would you like to sit down?
Don't be afraid, Mrs Cunningham. We're your friends.
We just want to talk to you.
- How do you feel today? - Very well, thank you.
Is there any reason why I shouldn't feel well?
No, of course not.
Maybe you'll think it's strange to ask you this,
but somehow people never remember my face.
Do you know who I am, Mrs Cunningham?
Of course.
You do? Tell me.
Don't you know?
If you don't mind, would you tell me just the same?
- The warden. - The warden of what?
Of this prison.
Is there any reason why you should be in prison?
Why, yes, of course. I'm writing a novel about prisons,
and I've come here to study conditions and take notes.
About one day's worth, thank you, and I'm going to leave now.
Where will you go when... when you leave here?
- To your husband? - I have no husband.
You haven't? I thought you were married.
I am married.
If you're married, doesn't that mean that you have a husband?
Oh, pardon me. It slipped my mind. What's your name again?
Stuart. Virginia Stuart.
- Miss Stuart? - No. Mrs Stuart.
- Mrs Stuart? - Virginia, darling, look at me.
Don't you know who I am? I'm Robert. Virginia.
All right, Mrs Cunningham. The nurse'll take you back now.
Come on, Virginia.
You know, I'll be really sorry to leave those poor girls.
I asked you to come here
because I've been going over the information you gave about your wife.
We've seldom had a case history that told so little.
I wish I could tell you more about it, Dr...
I'm sorry, but I can't quite pronounce your name.
Kik's all right. That's what everybody calls me here.
Well, you see, Dr Kik, my wife never talked very much about herself,
or her family.
I always thought it was strange, but...
when you love somebody, you're not looking for symptoms.
Looking back now, I see things I never thought were important before.
Would you like to tell me about them?
Well, the first time I met her, Doctor, was... was in Chicago.
I was a clerk in a publishing house
which was putting out some second-string magazines.
It was my first job after getting out of the army.
It wasn't much. I was taking my time getting settled,
but I kept my eyes open for something better.
That's where I saw her first.
- Miss Stuart. - Yes?
I'm sorry. Miss Gilmore's tied up right now.
She asked me to return your manuscript,
to tell you she liked the story very much, but...
The idea is too depressing.
The characters aren't quite the way she'd like to see them.
And the end doesn't quite come off. Or is it the beginning?
I'm awfully glad she liked it.
- No, she really did, but you see... - She isn't going to publish it.
Well, she said she hoped you'd understand.
I hoped she would.
- Here. You may keep them. - Thank you.
There was a place downstairs in the building.
Every day, I made up my mind to eat somewhere else,
but I usually ended up there.
Thank you. Keeps going up, huh?
I noticed her right away. Sitting there, she looked like a kid
who'd been told to eat something she didn't want.
- Hello. Mind if I sit here? - No.
Thank you.
Your first one?
First one I thought was good. Until today.
Look, may I tell you something about our Miss Gilmore?
No.
You mean, you'd rather I wouldn't talk?
No. I didn't mean that.
Well, Miss Gilmore or no Miss Gilmore,
if I wrote a story I thought was good,
I wouldn't care what anybody said about it,
or how many editors turned it down. I'd...
I'd stop smoking and start eating.
Why don't you fire Miss Gilmore and read my story?
You know, I might at that.
After that, she used to drop by the cafeteria every so often.
- Hello, Virginia. - Hello.
She always had some kind of excuse for coming. I didn't care.
I was just glad she did.
It didn't take us long to find out that we liked the same kind of things.
We liked music, the same kind of music.
We liked walking together.
I knew a place where you got the best soda in town.
She loved it.
She didn't tell me much about herself.
I knew she lived out of town, but I didn't know where.
Somehow I thought she was grateful that I didn't ask too many questions.
Sure, it was strange, but maybe that's why I liked her.
She seemed to like me. I don't know how many times we met,
but somehow I felt that she needed me, like a child looking for protection.
Then, it was early in May, I think...
- Hello. - Hello, darling.
This was going to be our big day.
The Boston Philharmonic was in Chicago playing Brahms' First.
We planned to spend the whole afternoon together
and go to the concert.
Oh, I forgot to tell you. You know the guy from overseas
who said he'd get me into the Alden Hotels in New York?
I got a letter from him the other day, and it's all set if I want it.
Pay isn't much to start with, but it's more than I'm getting here, so I...
- Robert, I can't go to the concert. - What?
Something's come up. Something important.
I'm sorry. I was trying to tell you all afternoon.
Virginia, what is it?
- What's it all about? - It's no use, Robert. I'm sorry.
I've got to leave right away. I can't explain it.
Virginia, wait a minute.
Let me go. Let me go. Please!
Let me go!
That was the last time I saw her in Chicago.
She didn't come back, and I couldn't find her.
I came to New York and took my new job.
For six months, I hadn't heard a word from her.
Then the Boston Philharmonic was in New York.
Somehow, it had become a habit with me, looking for her everywhere.
Maybe I was just hoping...
- Virginia. - Hello.
I knew I'd see you again.
It wasn't a coincidence, Doctor.
I'm sure it was something we both wanted.
You mean to tell me you've been in New York six months?
Where have you been? What have you been hiding for?
Oh, I thought, I guess, that it'd be all right if we just happened to meet
on the street, on the subway, in a restaurant.
- Tonight, it wasn't an accident. - But why didn't you call, Virginia?
I told you where I was gonna work.
And why'd you run away from me in Chicago?
Why didn't you come back?
Oh, I know. You've got a deep, dark secret.
You killed somebody, and the police are after you.
Well, I don't care. I found you, and I'm not gonna lose you again.
Tell me. What have you been doing all these months?
Working 18 hours a day and being lonely 24.
I'm selling toys at Braddock's on the sixth floor,
and I've been working on a novel. It's almost done.
Oh, you don't know how good it is to see you again.
From then on, we were happy, like any two people in love.
When I talked about getting married, she wouldn't be pinned down.
I didn't wanna press her.
Battleship sailors pose for a picture with the Royal Family.
The King, Queen and two Princesses returning from South Africa.
Thank you.
- RC? - Robert Cunningham.
And don't ever ask me for a match again.
Thank you, darling.
- You know something? - What?
I love you very much.
What's the matter, honey? Are you sick?
I don't know. Probably.
It was so hot in the movie. I'll be all right.
Robert, do you really love me?
You still don't know?
I do, but...
but you don't wanna marry me, do you?
I don't know how many times I'd asked her to marry me,
but there on the subway platform, for the first time, she brought it up.
- I could hardly believe it. - If I want to?
I can get three days off at the end of the month.
- How would that be? - The end of the month?
You see? I was right.
You're just trying to put it off. You don't really want to marry me.
Virginia!
First thing next morning, we got our licence. Three days later,
it was the seventh of May, we were married.
A couple of days after that, I worked late.
Virginia?
Darling, what are you doing out here?
I can't sleep, Robert.
I don't think I'll ever be able to sleep.
Well, come on inside, darling. You're gonna catch cold.
That was the first time she really frightened me.
Even then, I didn't suspect anything. But, two days later...
You know, darling, I'm worried about the way you haven't been sleeping.
Last night again, I saw you...
Virginia, darling, don't you think you'd better see a doctor?
- It's such a beautiful day. - Yes, but...
Almost too beautiful for November.
What do you mean, November?
- Are you kidding? - What do you think it is?
May.
May twelfth.
- Where do you see that? - Well, here. You can see for yourself.
It's an old newspaper. Can't you see? It's torn.
Virginia, what is it? That's this morning's newspaper.
It isn't. It can't be.
Virginia, why don't you get dressed?
- We'll see a doctor. - Doctor?
Yes. My head hurts.
Robert, there's something the matter with my head!
- Come on, darling. Let me help you. - Who are you?
Why do you torture me? Why do you lie to me?
Virginia, what's the matter?
Don't you know me?
- I'm Robert! Your husband, Robert! - Let me go! Let me go!
- Virginia, what's the matter? - Let me go. Don't touch me.
- Virginia, don't you know I love you? - Love me?
No, you can't make me love you!
You can't make me belong to you! You can't!
- Virginia! - I can't love you! I can't love anybody!
I can't!
The rest you know, Doctor.
You've no idea what that day in May might mean to your wife?
She never told you anything more of her family?
Just that her father died when she was about six,
and then her mother married again. Recently moved to Oregon.
Tell me, when did you last see her in Chicago?
I'd say it was about the first week in May.
Could it have been the twelfth?
It might have been. Do you think there's a connection there?
Possibly.
Mr Cunningham, I'd like to use shock treatment on your wife,
but you'll have to sign this consent.
Shock treatment? Isn't it...
I mean, do you have to?
The only reason I want to use it is because, in many cases,
it helps to establish contact much faster. When that happens,
we'll be able to start getting at the real causes of your wife's illness.
- Isn't there any other way? - Yes, if we had time, lots of time.
There are many things we're short of in state hospitals, but time most of all.
I guess it was the word "shock" that...
Where do I sign, Doctor?
I want some water. I'm thirsty.
- Who's next? - Don't know.
- All right, Evelyn. - Virginia?
You'd better come over here. You're next.
Go ahead, honey. It's your turn.
I'm afraid. I'm terribly afraid.
- We're ready, Evelyn. - Come on, Virginia.
You go in now. Come on.
- What are you doing here, Grace? - I just came along with Virginia.
- How many more left, Miss Davis? - Twenty-three, Doctor.
Virginia Cunningham from Three. First treatment.
Is this the patient you told me about this morning?
Yes.
- I see. - All right, Virginia. Get on this table.
Come on. I said to lie down on this table.
How are you today, Mrs Cunningham?
You're going to electrocute me. Was my crime so great?
No, Mrs Cunningham. Nobody's being electrocuted.
Dr Sommer and I are just trying to make you well. We're your friends.
All right, Miss Davis.
Pat, Mary, get on this side. Evelyn.
Would they dare to kill me without a trial?
If I say I demand a lawyer, they'll have to do something.
It's in the Constitution.
Now, just relax, honey.
Three against one. It isn't fair.
Yes, I'd better call a lawyer right away.
- I want... - Miss Davis, I want her held loosely.
- Just guide her arms and legs. - Yes, Doctor.
Don't be afraid, Mrs Cunningham.
I've got a place to go, and a doctor who knows it.
Ain't got a temperature or nothin'.
Ain't got a temperature or nothin', and you can go home.
Where are you going, Margaret?
John was here today.
He wouldn't take me home. I want to see my baby.
He can't take you home to that crowded house with all his folks around.
You know that, Margaret.
That's why you're almost well, because you know it.
Yes. I couldn't go back.
They all knew what to do for the baby, and they said I didn't.
I think you knew better than they did.
Sometimes I forget,
because I want to see the baby so much.
You will. Soon, Margaret.
John's trying to find a place just for you and him.
- And the baby? - Of course.
Go back to bed now.
You don't want to have a cold when John comes to visit you again.
Thank you, Doctor. Somehow you can make me understand things.
I always feel so much better after you've talked to me.
All right, Margaret. Come on.
Dr Kik?
May I please talk to you for a second?
Yes, Mrs Cunningham.
- How long have I been here? - Here? What do you mean?
The hospital. It is a hospital, isn't it?
You came in May.
- What month is this? - October.
June, July, August, September, October.
Five months, and I don't remember a moment of it.
I don't remember a moment of it.
You've been ill, Mrs Cunningham
That's why you don't remember. But you're much better now.
- Am I? - Of course. Very much better.
And now you must sleep, Mrs Cunningham.
I'll see you in my office tomorrow, and we'll have a long talk.
Yes, Doctor.
Why do they hate me when I love them so much?
Leave me alone, I tell you. Just leave me alone.
I'm better, but I'm one of them.
Do you still have Mrs Cunningham's chart here?
Yes, Doctor.
- May I have it? - Yes, sir.
- Here it is. - Thank you.
I'm taking her off shock.
But she didn't complete the full course, did she, Doctor?
No, Miss Hart. I was only using it to establish contact with her.
Yes, Doctor.
Well, what are you waiting for? You should know by now. On the table.
What's Mrs Cunningham doing here? Didn't you check her chart?
No, Doctor.
Sorry, but it just so happened that I didn't have the time.
Besides, I forgot that this is one of your special cases.
You weren't supposed to come here this morning.
I'm sorry. It was a mistake.
I know, Doctor, that in addition to all this,
I'm supposed to be supervisor here,
but I'm sure I don't have to tell you how many patients we have here,
and how many nurses to take care of them.
You can go back to the ward now.
Tell Miss Hart I want to see the patient in my office in half an hour.
Very well, Doctor.
Sommer, there are two more of my patients.
- Do you mind if I take them next? - Of course not. Go right ahead.
All right, Virginia. You heard what Dr Kik said. You can go now.
Come on, Virginia.
Why does she hate me? I haven't done anything, have I?
Come, now.
- Wait outside, miss. - Yes, Doctor.
- Would you like to sit down? - No, thank you.
- Did you have breakfast? - If you can call it that.
- Would you like to smoke? - No.
You do know who I am?
You're the one who saved me out there.
I didn't save you, Mrs Cunningham.
I just didn't think you needed any more shock treatments,
because, last night, in the dormitory...
You remember talking to me last night, don't you?
Last night?
- Yes. I remember. You're Dr Kik. - That's right.
And do you remember speaking to me before last night?
When?
Oh, many times. In the ward, in the courtyard, here in this office.
I don't remember being here before, but I remember your voice.
I liked your voice.
That's probably because you liked talking to me.
- You told me I came here in May. - Yes.
It was warm then. Now the summer's over,
and I've lost all those months.
I know some of the problems you're facing,
and I know how you're struggling to solve them.
I want to help you, but I'll need your co-operation.
Do you understand that?
- I think so. - Good.
Tell me, Mrs Cunningham.
What do you remember of the time before you were ill?
Before you came to this hospital?
I don't remember anything.
I don't even remember coming here.
But before you came here,
when you were still outside, in New York.
New York. Yes.
I used to buy groceries, and I was writing a novel.
And I couldn't sleep.
Yes, it's very bad, not being able to sleep.
You wake up early, and all kinds of strange thoughts come into your mind.
- You're tired and frightened. - Yes, yes.
I felt as if I'd done something, and I just couldn't remember what.
As if something was following me all the time.
I know.
You come to a point where you just can't see any way out,
and you do things which seem impossible to understand.
But you and I, we know there must be a reason,
like trying to push time out of your mind,
and saying it's November in May.
It's nothing to be ashamed of. It could happen to anybody.
Why are you so nice to me? Why are you so interested in me?
Because I want to help you. I want you to feel that
even if you think you did something you shouldn't have,
nobody'll punish you here.
Why do you want to make me love you when I can't love anybody?
I can't love anybody! I can't!
- You want to hurt me. Why? - I don't...
Oh, I don't know why. I don't know.
You want to hurt anybody who tried to stop you
from doing away with a day, a very important day in your life.
Wouldn't it be better to try to face it?
May. May twelfth.
I don't know. It means nothing, nothing.
- Unless... - Unless?
I don't know. I don't remember.
Who was with you the morning you became ill?
I was alone.
You mean, your husband wasn't with you?
Oh, I have no husband. You know that.
You've told me many times you were married.
How can you be married without having a husband?
Yes, that's strange, isn't it?
- What's your name? - Virginia Stuart.
Is that your full name?
Isn't it?
No.
- Do you know? - Of course.
- Tell me. - Virginia Stuart Cunningham.
- Cunningham. - Mrs Robert Cunningham.
- Robert. - Your husband.
My husband.
Isn't it better to know?
- Isn't it? - Yes. Oh, yes.
Well, what about a cigarette now?
Yes, thank you.
Tell me. Do you remember the time before you were married, in Chicago?
That's where you met Robert, isn't it?
Yes, I think so.
He was going to take you to a concert, but you said
something had come up and you couldn't go with him.
Concert? I'm sorry, Doctor. I can't follow you.
You ran away from him.
Where did you go?
I don't know what you're talking about.
Thank you, Mrs Cunningham.
You can go back to the ward now.
I'll talk to you again soon.
Have I... Have I seen him since I've been here?
Your husband came every visiting day, even when he couldn't see you.
He wants to see you very much.
Should I see him?
I think so.
Yes, Doctor.
Goodbye, Mrs Cunningham.
Nurse.
- Shall I have that? - Thanks.
- You can take her back now. - Come, Virginia.
Get me the New Alden Hotel in New York.
I want to speak to Mr Cunningham.
- Come on. I'll hold it for you. - Thanks.
You know, I remember this suit.
It's a little small, but I bought it because it was reduced to half price.
I always meant to have it altered. Small?
I could be having a baby in this suit, and nobody'd know the difference.
It's very nice, I think. Sit down, Virginia.
I wonder why Miss Hart made me dress up?
- Maybe it's DT. - DT?
OT, occupational therapy. DT, dressing therapy.
Look what's been in here all this time.
It's like putting your hands in someone else's pockets.
A dead woman's.
Well, what do you know?
Well, you look like a million dollars in that suit, Virginia.
- I'd rather just look well in it. - Ready?
- There. That's just dandy. - All right. Come with me, Virginia.
- See you later. - Ready for what, Miss Hart?
You'll find out. Go along.
Go ahead, Virginia.
Oh, fine. Thanks.
Right over there.
Robert.
It looks like him, but I must be careful.
Watch your step, honey. Everything counts against you.
O f course it's not him.
Hello.
He even sounds like him.
They do a good job when they want to.
Hello.
- You... you look wonderful, Virginia. - Thank you.
This way, Mr Cunningham.
Dr Kik said you can take her into the yard,
and there's a place behind the hedge where you can have your lunch.
- Thank you, Nurse. - It's all right, Virginia. You can go.
- Do you have a key? - This door isn't locked.
Isn't it?
That's funny. Usually they're very careful about doors here.
You'd think they're the most important things in the world.
- It's nice here, isn't it? - Yes, very nice.
What do you say we make a picnic out of it, huh?
That's fine.
Funny how the ground dried up. It poured last night.
- It was the night before. - Oh, then I must've lost another day.
I don't suppose I'll ever find it. It's just a blank.
- What's in the box? - All kinds of things.
Sometimes, before I came here, I wished I could make my mind a blank.
Now I know what a blank mind is.
I get up in the morning, then suddenly it's time to go to bed.
And I can't remember what happened in between.
Is it... is it real?
Try it.
Oh, it is real!
I wish you could have this every day.
They told me this was one of the best hospitals in the country.
Are you... are you really Robert? I have to be sure, you know.
The sun... the sun isn't warm any more.
I don't want you to catch cold.
Here, darling. Put this around you.
I wouldn't mind having a cold or pneumonia
or anything I could understand.
What's the matter with me? Is it a brain tumour?
- You've had a nervous breakdown. - Nervous breakdown.
- That doesn't sound so bad, does it? - Just takes time, that's all.
What else does it do to you besides take time?
It's like any sickness, darling. Dr Kik'll make you well again.
Yes. He wants to help me.
Oh, may I light it myself, please?
Could you possibly let me have some matches? To keep, I mean.
It's funny. They don't let us have matches. As if we were children.
- They don't cost much, do they? - I haven't got any matches, but...
RC. Robert Cunningham.
You are Robert!
Hello, Kik. I was looking for you.
- Did you get my note? - Yes.
- Well, what do you think? - What do I think, Dr Gifford?
I think it's one of the worst things that could happen to this patient.
Miss Seiffert, did you...? Thank you.
Miss Seiffert?
Oh, I beg your pardon. Yes, Dr Kik?
Miss Seiffert, did you tell Mr Cunningham
that there's a way of getting his wife released from the hospital?
Oh, indeed I did, Doctor. It all happened the other day.
He mentioned that his mother owned a farm in Illinois,
and I told him I was sure there wouldn't be much trouble
getting his wife discharged if he took her out of the state.
Dr Curtis agreed with me, and...
Provided, of course, she passes the Staff Examination.
Huh? Oh, of course! Of course.
I don't get it. What's wrong with that, Kik?
What's wrong is that this patient isn't ready to go to Staff,
to say nothing of being discharged from the hospital,
particularly to her husband.
- Why, is something the matter with him? - No. But the patient's main problem
happens to be a complete inability to accept his love,
or the love of any man she could think of as a husband.
Her rejection of him is something...
Miss Primm, can't you see that the doctor hasn't finished it yet?
All right. You can take it.
What I'm trying to say, Dr Gifford,
is that until the treatment Mrs Cunningham is now getting
brings out the causes of her unconscious rejection
and resolves them,
we're going to send her to Illinois or to any other state
without the least chance of her ever getting well.
Now, now, Doctor.
We're not trying to minimise the importance of the treatment.
Trouble is, for you, each case is "the one",
and for us, it's one of thousands.
Yes, Curtis. One of thousands, even millions.
But only by trying to make each case "the one" can we really help the patient.
I happen to have here some of the more recent statistics.
Oh, yes. Here they are.
Sometimes even we doctors must face reality.
Number of patients in Reception building six months ago: 537.
Originally, it was designed for 312 patients.
Today, the number of patients in the same building: 718.
This morning, we were asked to admit 43 new cases.
Do you care to hear how many we actually could take?
Sixteen.
And those, only by putting more mattresses in some of the day rooms.
Yes, Kik. We don't have enough bed space.
We don't have enough beds or sheets.
We haven't got enough of anything but patients. Miss Seiffert?
Er... yes, Dr Gifford?
I want you to continue the investigation
of this patient's release and report directly to me.
Curtis, will you come with me?
- Miss Primm? - Yes?
- Send some coffee to my office. - Yes, Doctor.
- Good day. - Good day, Doctor.
Excuse me.
- Doesn't give you much time, does it? - No, it doesn't.
You see, Terry, I'm convinced there's something quite recent
in this woman's history that we know nothing about,
which I'm almost sure would lead to the origins of her illness.
- If only I could get it out of her before... - Before it's too late.
Yes. Well, there's one more shortcut I can try.
Ninety-six, ninety-five,
ninety-four,
ninety... ninety...
- Ninety-three. - Ninety-three,
ninety-two... ninety-two...
- Ninety-one. - Ninety-one,
eighty-eight..
Eighty-five, eighty... eighty...
Thoughts are coming to your mind now.
You're going back. You're thinking about Chicago.
Chicago. Concert.
You're in Chicago. You're going to a concert with Robert.
Suddenly you decide you can't go.
Concert. Chicago.
Yes. I left the bar.
Robert tried to stop me, but it was late. It was late.
- Robert, I can't go to the concert. - What?
I'm sorry. I was trying to tell you all afternoon.
Virginia, wait a minute.
- What is this? What's it all about? - It's no use. Robert, I'm sorry.
I've got to go right away.
Let me go. Please! Let me go. Let me go.
Please let me go. I have to hurry. It's late!
- Go on. Where are you going now? - I only have a few minutes.
There's a train at five.
I've got to be ready. I have to be ready...
at 6:30.
Where are you going?
- Oh, he'll tie it for me. - Who will tie it for you?
I'm coming! I'm coming!
Hello. I'm ready, Gordon. I hope... I hope I'm not too late.
- Gordon? - Yes. He hates to be kept waiting.
- All right. Go on. - I tried not to go with him, but I had to.
Last Sunday, I tried.
I'm going to Chicago next Sunday, Gordon. There's a concert.
Oh, but you know, Gordon. He said it was the annual banquet.
May twelfth.
Gordon, please, couldn't you go without me?
I... but he... oh, he...
He said you must be ready by 6:30, Virginia?
Yes, 6:30, and to wear my long dress. I had to. I had to.
- You liked doing what Gordon told you? - Oh, I don't know.
Yes, I thought I owed it to him.
He took such good care of his mother and sister.
Janey said he was like a father to them.
Was Gordon the first one you cared for after your father died?
Yes. I was writing all the time. I wanted to become a writer.
And before that, in school, did you go out with boys?
Oh, no. I had to study hard.
Gordon was the only one. He seemed to know what was best.
He always tied the bow in my hair.
- Gordon? - Oh, no. My father.
Tell me about your father.
I was ready, just as Gordon said, at 6:30 sharp.
Go on.
- You remember it now. - Yes. Yes, I do.
Hello. I'm ready, Gordon. I hope... I hope I'm not too late.
Ready? Not quite.
- Oh, I am sorry. - I'm afraid you'll never change.
There. You look rather pretty tonight, Virginia.
Well, we'd better be going. It's a long drive, and I don't like to be late.
Go on. What happened then?
- I don't remember. - You're in Gordon's car.
Yes. Yes.
Gordon's car.
You know, for the first time since I've known you,
you had me worried for a while.
Oh, I was sure you'd be there, but Janey was trying to call you all day.
I'm sorry, Gordon. I was out.
She and George Bennett are going to be married in June.
Oh, I'm glad for Janey. George is a nice boy.
You bet. So you see, honey, now I not only get Janey off my hands,
but George said he'd be glad to pitch in and help with Mother.
Well, I decided... I mean, this is as good a time as any.
We'll make it a double wedding, huh?
I haven't got an engagement ring yet like George,
but we'll announce it at the dinner, ring or no ring.
- You're shaking. - It's nothing. I'll be all right.
- Virginia, are you sick? - I don't know. I just feel...
- There's a drugstore about a mile up the road. - I think I'd better go home, please.
- Virginia, what's the matter? - Please, Gordon. Take me home.
You didn't want to marry him.
- Virginia, why? - I was really sick. I couldn't help it.
Of course you couldn't. What happened then?
Gordon's taking you home.
I couldn't help it. I couldn't. I couldn't.
Oh, he can't be dead! He can't be!
Oh, Gordon! If only I hadn't made him turn back, he wouldn't have died!
You didn't make him turn back.
You were sick, and he was taking you home.
That's what anybody would've done.
It's only natural that you felt a certain blame.
He died, and you didn't.
You're going to sleep now, Mrs Cunningham.
When you wake up, you'll remember everything you told me.
Everything.
Let her sleep for a while
and then take her back to the ward.
And, in addition to the foregoing,
the narcosynthesis revealed the existence
of earlier factors in the patient's life
directly connected with the root causes of her present condition.
In view of this, I'm sure you will agree
that the patient should not be allowed to leave the hospital
at this time.
With a sincere hope that you will take this matter
into serious consideration... and the usual ending.
Thank you. Will you see that Dr Gifford gets this as soon as possible?
Two chocolate and vanilla mix and two coffees, please.
- Cream and sugar? - One cream and sugar.
Two chocolate and vanilla mix, two coffees, one cream and sugar.
Hiya, honey. I hope you feel as good as I do today.
I wish Robert wouldn't leave me alone.
All these people probably looking at me,
thinking I'm one of the sick ones.
I won't let them scare me.
I wonder which is which.
If I can't tell, maybe they can't tell about me.
Look at that one over there.
Didn't know they allowed that kind in the store.
It isn't nice. They shouldn't laugh at us.
Watch me. I'm sitting over there with my boyfriend.
I wanted to be sure. I was worried you'd think my husband was him.
Oh, here I am again.
Funny. I thought that tall, handsome young man
who came to see her last week was her boyfriend.
This one doesn't look like the real one.
Or maybe I...
Question: Dear Dr Kik, when am I real?
Sorry, darling. They don't seem to be in a hurry here.
- Half vanilla, half chocolate. - Thank you.
Cream and sugar.
Nobody'd ever think that Robert belonged here,
whereas I always look rather...
It isn't fair.
What are you thinking of?
It's hard to say what I'm thinking of ever.
I don't remember so many things, and I forget even what I remember.
- It's such good ice cream. - I'm glad. I have good news for you.
I'm pretty sure you'll be going with me to my mother's soon.
- Your mother? - Yes. To her farm. Where I was born.
- You remember. - Oh, yes. Of course.
Everybody says you're so much better now.
The fresh air and rest and lots of good food.
- That's what you need most. - Yes.
Sometimes I think I'm not as sick as the others,
but they say if you think you're well,
then you're really sick.
If I say I'm sick, maybe that means I'm well.
The trouble is, I can't be sure of anything.
You can be sure of one thing.
Of me.
Well, sweetie, I told you. Everything's gonna be wonderful.
My husband has just agreed to give me a divorce.
That's the only reason I'm here, you know, to get a divorce.
Well, better not keep the man waiting.
Didn't you just say he was your boyfriend?
Him? He's my husband.
Now I don't know who's mixed up.
I should've introduced you, but I don't know her last name.
And anyway, things seem different here.
Yes, they do.
Like the other night. Last night? Yes. I heard a scream,
and I didn't know if it was me who screamed or not,
if it was I or not.
When you start worrying about your grammar, I know you're getting well.
Am I? For a while, they thought Don Jackson was going to get well.
I knew him in Evanston. When he was in law school, he...
he lost his mind, and they took him away.
At first, they thought he'd get over it, but he never did.
You shouldn't worry about Don Jackson.
I remember his mother saying, "My real boy is dead.
"He's happy there, in a world of his own, with his own kind."
All right. You can have it.
- I hate him, and I hate you! - Tommy, darling, wait a minute!
This doesn't concern you, dear.
My own kind.
- Robert? - What is it, dear?
- You must divorce me. - Divorce you?
Yes. You must.
It's not fair for you to be tied to me.
- You should have your freedom. - My freedom?
The few hours I can spend here with you, that's my freedom.
You're talking too fast. I can't follow you.
Virginia, darling, I love you.
Yes. Did...
did Dr Kik say anything to you about Gordon?
- Gordon? - Yes.
No, he didn't, but it's all right.
Oh.
- Sure you don't want it? - Sure.
Virginia, I was going to tell you.
Dr Gifford says you're going to Staff.
Staff? Yes. I heard about it. Where is that?
It's a group of doctors. They talk to you a little before you go home.
- It's nothing to be afraid of. - Does Dr Kik know about it?
Dr Gifford thinks you're well enough to go to Staff.
Only a little while ago, Dr Kik said it'd take time.
- He's my doctor, Robert. - Sometimes I wonder if Dr...
I'm sure, dear, whatever they decide about you will be with Dr Kik's consent.
The important thing is that you want to go home with me.
- You do, Virginia, don't you? - Yes, Robert. Yes.
Everybody wants to go home from here.
- Virginia Cunningham! - I passed. I'm going home.
I'm going to see my baby.
How do you know? They didn't tell me nothin'.
No. All they do is just write things.
Every time you open your mouth, they write something down.
I knew from the way Dr Kik looked at me,
and then I heard Dr Gifford say "recovered".
Virginia Cunningham? Oh, here you are.
Where are you going?
Oh, I'm sorry.
Funny the way they keep changing the doors here.
Good luck. I'm sure you'll be all right, dear.
Thank you.
I'd better smile. Careful.
This way.
Sit here.
- Who's next? - Virginia Cunningham, Doctor.
- May I have her file? - Yes, Doctor.
- Here it is. - Let's see.
Curtis, is this the case we discussed the other day?
Yes, Doctor.
- Give it to Dr Kik. - Yes, Doctor.
To Dr Kik.
Dr Kik? There's nothing to be afraid of.
Go ahead, Dr Kik.
Mrs Cunningham, your husband has applied for your discharge,
with the understanding that you're to be released
to his mother in the state of Illinois.
You know that, don't you?
I don't get it.
Whatever they decide about you, it'll be with Dr Kik's consent.
I'm going to ask you a few questions. Please try to answer the best you can.
- You understand? - No, I don't.
The members of the hospital staff
want to find out if you're well enough to leave the hospital.
- Now, Mrs Cunningham... - Do you think I'm well enough?
That's what we're trying to find out.
Why do you want to get rid of me?
We're not trying to get rid of you, Mrs Cunningham.
But you won't catch me saying, "I'm not sick". I know what that means.
Nobody's trying to catch you at anything, Mrs Cunningham.
If you don't mind, Dr Kik,
I think it would be better if Dr Curtis examined the patient.
May I have her file?
Now, Virginia... that's your name, isn't it?
If you know it, why do you ask me?
- I understand you want to leave us. - Yes. Oh, yes, I do.
The sooner the better. Now. Right away.
I'll do anything to get out of here.
That's good. Now, then, Virginia, just relax and tell me.
Where were you living when you became ill?
New York.
- Where in New York? - New York City.
- I mean, where in New York City? - Manhattan.
- Yes? - Yes?
- I mean, go on. - Go on about what?
I'm trying to find out your address in New York.
Oh, I knew all the time that's what you meant, but I don't know.
Please, God. Please help me.
I'm sure you know your own address.
Just think a moment.
I've forgotten it. I never could remember figures.
What street did you live on?
Waverly. No.
Bleecker. No. That was Helene Carter.
Or was it Jennifer? Hudson, maybe.
No, it wasn't Hudson. I can't remember.
- Your husband's been here to see you? - Yes.
- How often does he come here? - As often as the rule allows.
- How often is that? - Why? Don't you know?
I know. I know all about it.
I'm simply trying to find out if you know.
I can't see what difference it makes. Would you change the rules?
Please, folks.
Virginia, will you please answer the questions?
- It'll make it easier for all of us. - I'm trying.
- What's your husband's occupation? - He works for some publishers.
No. That was way back.
He's a farmer.
Isn't he?
- I thought he was an auditor. - Oh, yes, yes. For the Alden Hotels.
- Alden Hotels? - Yes.
- Isn't he working for the Kraft Hotels? - No. He works for the Alden Hotels.
I'm sure you'll recognise your husband's handwriting. Go ahead.
- What do you see? - I see that my husband has written...
that he's employed by the Kraft Hotels, Incorporated.
What do you say to that?
If he says Kraft, it's Kraft. I was mistaken. I'm sorry.
I... I'm terribly sorry.
There, there. Don't get upset. You're doing all right.
I wonder how much more it'll take to make them see how wrong they are.
Now, let's see. Have you ever worked yourself?
Beg pardon?
Have you... have you ever worked yourself?
That's better. Thank you. I have.
- Yes? - Yes.
I'm sorry. I know what you mean. You want further information.
564-12-1113.
- What's that? - My Social Security number.
You mean to say you remember a long number like that,
and you can't recall your home address?
Please don't do that.
Now, look here, Virginia. I'm trying to help you understand.
If you'll just pay attention to what I say and answer my questions.
That's what I'm trying to do.
You see, you don't expect to forget your home address.
So you memorised your Social Security number instead, eh?
Once, I lost my card, and I couldn't get a job until I got a new card.
And all because I didn't know the number. It's important, you know.
And your address isn't?
Well, I don't suppose I'll have to find my way back there alone.
All right. I'll give you an easy question. I'm sure you can answer this one.
- How old are you? - I feel sick.
- Go on, how old are you? - Please don't shake your finger at me.
Dr Gifford, this must be stopped before it's too late.
- Stop what? - Come, now. Come. This is easy.
Take your finger away. Please take it away.
Don't tell me you don't know your own age.
It's really a very simple question.
Don't do that. Don't do that. Don't do that!
Come on. Stop it. Get in there before I...
Please! Please!
Come on. Cut it out. Nobody's gonna hurt ya.
Now, cut it out, I said.
You're waking everybody up!
- Hi, Dot. Everything okay? - Oh, just dandy.
Well, how's it going today, society lady?
Here. I brought you a lovely supper. Tomato juice cocktail.
- Make you feel like a million. - Thank you. I don't care for any supper.
You'd better be careful.
We had a little "ouble-tray" with her this morning.
She "icks-kay" and "ites-bay." Get it?
Yeah. One minute, completely "uts-nay", and the next...
It isn't nice to call a person "uts-nay" in this place.
- See what I mean? - Well, how about it, society lady?
My name's Cunningham, Mrs Cunningham.
I know. "Mrs Cunningham."
- What's yours? - Jones.
- Miss? - Don't rub it in.
Come on, now, or you'll get it through a tube.
- I don't want any. - All right, Nurse.
- May I have it? - Yes, Doctor.
I do wish you'd drink a little of this. It'd make you feel much better.
I know your kind. Your voice is sweet, but it drips with poison and lies.
- I know you and I hate you. - I don't blame you for being angry,
but I want you to know that if you need me and want to talk to me,
I'll be here.
Get away from there before I report you.
This is my place.
Excuse me. I didn't know it was reserved.
Well, how many times do I have to tell you? Or don't you remember?
Miss Green, Virginia's on the rug!
You get off the rug, Virginia Cunningham!
Come on! Come on! Get off of there!
I've told you a dozen times, we do not walk on our rug.
- Why not? - Because we don't! Understand?
We're the only ward that has a rug. It's new.
I mean, it's clean, and we mean to keep it that way.
Why don't you hang it on the wall?
Your wisecracks might have been appreciated in other wards,
but in Twelve they don't go over.
- Is this Twelve? - Well, what did you think it was? One?
- How long have I been here? - Too long.
Now, just remember to keep your big feet off that rug,
and don't let me catch you again.
My big feet?
All right, ladies, don't crowd.
♪ No gal made has got a shade
- ♪ On sweet Georgia Brown ♪ - Emma! Emma!
- You get off that rug! - ♪ Two left feet, but, oh, so neat
♪ Is sweet Georgia Brown ♪
- You get off this minute! - Oh, do let her finish, please! She's good!
♪ You wanna know why
♪ You know I don't lie
♪ Not much, it's been said
♪ She knocks 'em dead ♪
- Emma! Emma! - ♪ When she lands in town ♪
- Emma, come on, Emma. - ♪ Since she came it's a perfect shame
♪ When she mows 'em down ♪
Miss Johnson, Virginia's on the wrong side again.
Oh, I beg your pardon. I didn't see the seating chart.
- Alibi Al. - Over there, Virginia.
- Hello, hello, hello. Hello, Virginia. - Hello.
Hello. Hell's low and heaven's high.
That's what you think.
If you know what I know, you'd laugh on the other side of your face.
Not being two-faced like some people I could mention, I say hello again.
- No talking, ladies. - You see?
Now, now, Countess, enough is enough.
- Save some for Virginia. - Thank you. That's very kind.
Save some for Virginia.
Hey, nursey, nursey, how about another cup of coffee?
Here you are.
- Food's awful here, anyway. - Ah, you said it.
Doesn't matter. I'm not too hungry.
Oh, that's a good girl. Dr Kik will be pleased that you're eating again.
I guess I should have told you the Kraft people bought out the Alden chain,
but I didn't want to worry you.
Besides, I never thought they'd be asking you questions like that.
Oh, Robert, that man, he's dangerous. He can't be left loose.
- Hello, Doctor. - Good afternoon.
Why don't the nurses do something?
That's the doctor I was talking to you about the other day.
What did you say, dear? I was thinking about that terrible little man.
I wasn't going to say anything to you, but...
- You mean Dr Curtis? - Curtis? Who's Dr Curtis?
Thanks. The guy that just went through the room.
He's Head of Women's Reception.
It must be me again. I thought he was a patient.
But, Robert, I'm sure there's something wrong with him.
Yesterday he came into our ward and asked me why I bit his finger.
He must be crazy or something, saying I bit him.
I never saw him before in my life. I think they'd better put him
in one of those tubs they're always threatening me with.
Robert, I didn't bite him, did I?
Did I?
I guess you did. Anyhow, that's the story.
- I don't understand. When? - At the staff meeting.
But, Robert, it isn't like me to go around biting people.
Forget it.
Anyhow, next time you want to bite somebody,
don't make it such a big shot.
I'm sorry. I know it isn't funny, but I can't help laughing.
Is he such a big shot?
He's over Kik, and Kik's pretty important here.
Did you say Kik?
Yes. As a matter of fact, I've been wanting to talk to you about him.
I wish you wouldn't.
Viginia, it wasn't Kik who sent you to Staff.
It was all my fault.
I was too anxious to get you out of here. Kik told me I was.
As a matter of fact, he's the only one who said you weren't ready,
the only one who tried to stop it, but he was overruled.
- Good night, ladies. - Good night, Miss Jenkins.
Good night, Miss Jenkins.
What's the matter, honey? Miss Jenkins!
Miss Jenkins, Virginia's sick!
All right. I heard you the first time.
Is it a sharp pain?
- Where? - Here.
A little indigestion, I guess. It'll pass.
Funny how it hurts just in this one spot. Ooh!
- Sorry. It's a little tender. - Call Dr Kik.
Tell him I think it's appendicitis.
- Do you think you can walk? - Yes, I guess so.
Come with me.
You know... you know, I begged the nurse to let me put on a dress.
- Still in great pain? - No, I feel much better now.
I promise not to tell Miss Jenkins
that your appendix was taken out years ago on one condition.
That if you decide to grow another one, you'll do it during the day.
I tried to see you this afternoon,
but I was afraid to tell the nurse the real reason why.
And what is the real reason?
I know now that you didn't really want to get rid of me.
Sit down, Mrs Cunningham.
I don't know, maybe I just imagine it now,
but I think somehow I knew I shouldn't leave the hospital.
I wanted to leave, and yet I didn't.
Does that make sense, Doctor?
Yes, it does.
And the fact that you realise it shows you're getting better.
You really think I am?
How would you like to be moved up to One?
One? But that's the best ward, and they say the food's so good there.
I'd like to see you gain weight. Besides, they aren't so crowded in One,
and we'd have a better chance to have long talks.
Yes, Doctor.
Tell Miss Davis the new patient from Five is here. Dr Kik's patient.
This is your room.
You'll wait here until Miss Davis comes.
May I sit on the bed?
I don't think I would. Miss Davis wants everything just so.
I know how you feel, kid, but don't be scared.
Just do everything Miss Davis says, and you'll be all right.
- Don't think about it. Just do it. - Is she the head nurse?
Yeah. She took over when Miss Somerville...
Well, she's it now. For the time being, anyway.
I think I heard Miss Davis' name before,
but maybe I just imagined it.
You see, my worst trouble is that I keep forgetting things.
Well, you'll be all right, or they wouldn't have put you in One.
Practically everybody goes home from One.
Just keep in mind what I told you.
In One, we don't sit on the floor.
You'd better get used to it right now.
I was afraid I'd mess up the bed.
You'll find the rules here different from the other wards.
Patients take care of their own rooms and make up their own beds.
Oh, I could never make a bed look like that.
You'll learn.
You can go to the day room now.
Our ladies don't eat between meals.
I'll put the candy with your things in the cupboard.
Personal belongings are quite safe in One.
This is my pocketbook.
The candy's quite gone. I keep things in it I need.
You'll find this ward is quite pleasant
for those who are willing to co-operate.
You know, I remember you now.
It's nice here.
Quite a difference from the other wards.
You know, I'm a pianist.
I'm a writer.
- I said I was a pianist! - Pardon me.
My name is Virginia. What are you doing?
Dolls. Cute?
- Oh, very cute. - I make them all the time.
May I have one of them for a minute?
- It'll be a cigarette. - Sure.
You can have it for keeps for five of them.
All right.
Thanks.
Now, now, ladies, there's no hurry. You'll all get them lit.
Now, Dorothy, wait a minute. There.
That's better.
Say, I thought it over. I want ten more. It's really worth it.
Here, take the whole pack.
Well, thank you.
Good afternoon, my dear.
I don't think I've had the pleasure of seeing you here before.
I'm Virginia Cunningham. I came from Five.
Nobody comes to One from Five.
Even I had to spend a few days in Two before coming here.
- And I, my dear, have money. - That must be convenient.
My husband, Mr Greer, is very wealthy.
I have more jewels than I can possibly wear.
You, of course, are a charity patient?
Oh, no.
It so happens that my husband, Mr Cunningham, is very wealthy.
My diamonds simply weigh me down.
I have the Hope diamond.
I have the Hopeless emerald.
It carries the Cunningham curse. You've probably read about it.
- Mr Greer... - Your husband?
Mr Greer, my husband, considered buying it, but it has a flaw.
You see, you can't put an imperfect stone
on the most beautiful hands in the world.
That's why, my dear, I don't do menial work like the rest of them here.
You mean occupational therapy? It's supposed to be good for you.
You're quite wrong, my dear. It isn't good for me.
I didn't mean you. I meant the "you" one substitutes for "one".
- The general "you". - General who?
Oh, Pershing.
Oh. Cousin of mine.
One of the minor branches of the family.
Virginia!
Virginia, where did you get that doll?
Valerie gave it to me. Why?
You'll give it back to her this minute.
The ladies here don't steal each other's things.
I didn't steal it! It's mine now. I gave her cigarettes for it.
Virginia, will you do as I say?
Virginia, will you give it to me?
No. I won't give it. Why should I?
All right.
Miss Bixby, bring her to my office.
Come, Valerie.
Thanks, Miss Davis.
Are you a good mother?
But I'm not a mother. I never had a baby.
Did you want to have one?
Every woman wants to have one, I guess.
Oh, yes, I remember once when I was little...
You do believe me, Dr Kik, don't you?
I didn't steal it. Really, I didn't.
I know you didn't.
But why get so upset about a little rag doll?
Oh, I'm not upset. I...
I tried so hard to keep my promise, not make any trouble here.
I ate all I could today to gain weight, and...
I know you want me to stay in this ward,
but it wasn't my fault. Really, it wasn't.
Then why didn't you just give the doll back to Valerie
the way Miss Davis told you to?
All right, go on!
Take her part, just like Father, and then getting angry with me!
Oh, Miss Bixby, Mrs Cunningham can keep the doll. It's hers.
- Will you please tell Miss Davis? - Yes, Doctor.
See you tomorrow morning at the usual time?
Yes, Dr Kik. Ten-thirty.
You told me yesterday that once, when you were a child,
your father was angry at you, quite unjustly.
Oh, that. It was nothing.
It all happened because of a little doll.
It belonged to Jane. Yes, they called her Janey then.
She was my friend next door. It was her doll.
Mother was very upset. She told...
Oh, I know! I exchanged it for a big doll
that Mother had given me for Christmas.
I wish I could remember why.
Oh, yes.
Virginia. Virginia, didn't I tell you an hour ago
to take that doll home to Janey's and bring back yours?
But, Mommy, this is a little like a real baby,
like the one you're going to have.
I wish I knew why you always take such pleasure in annoying your mother.
Will you please, for once, do as I tell you?
But I don't want your Queenie. I want this one.
Oh, all right. I suppose there's nothing to do but let your father handle it.
Father? Oh, no! Don't tell Father!
Mommy, please don't! Please!
I don't care! Go ahead! Tell him!
Daddy'll let me keep you.
He won't make me take you back.
He loves me.
Your father loved you very much, didn't he?
Oh, yes. I remember when I was even smaller...
Up and down you go.
Hi, hi, hi, hi. Try your skill to win a big, beautiful prize.
Ten shots for a nickel!
Win a big, beautiful prize! Ten shots for a nickel!
Not a quarter, not a dime. Hey, the man gets a perfect score.
One hundred percent. Do you wanna go another round?
No, thanks.
- What do we get for all these? - Well, mister, you can have your choice
of anything here on the top shelf.
- Which one do you want, honey? - That one. The little soldier.
- That's the one I want. - This one?
- Yes. - Here you are, little girl.
They start going for a uniform early, don't they?
Certainly do.
Oh, Daddy, it looks like you in the picture.
Here, darling, let me fix your hair.
You love me, don't you, Daddy? You love me more than Mommy does.
Don't be silly. We love you both the same.
You loved your father, didn't you?
Oh, yes, very much.
Except when... when he took Mother's part.
Like when he wanted me to give the baby back to Janey.
Virginia, how many times did I tell you to be nice to your mother, now?
You're know you're going to have a little sister pretty soon.
That's why Mother's sick and nervous these days.
She's just sick so you'll be nicer to her, that's all.
You wanted to have a baby of your own,
so your father would be as nice to you as he was to your mother?
He was nice to me always, until Mother told him about her baby.
You take that doll back to Janey and bring Queenie home.
Sometimes it's hard for children to love their father, isn't it?
Yes, but he couldn't make me love Queenie.
I really don't know what to do with that child.
Virginia, will you please eat your dinner?
I'm not hungry.
It scares me how she's getting to be more and more like my sister Annie,
always thinking everything turns around her.
And Father let her get away with it, just because she was the baby of the family.
Oh, don't worry. I know what I'm doing.
It's high time she realised she isn't going to be the only child in the family.
Virginia, please, will you eat your dinner?
No.
Then go on up to your room, and you're going to stay there until you do eat it.
Go on.
I don't know why, but she just makes me so nervous lately. I...
Virginia, now you know that that's no place to leave your doll.
Virginia, take your doll as your mother told you.
I will just sit here,
and she can't never make me do anything.
And I will not eat, and I'll get thin like nothing.
And then I'll run away, and they can't find me because I won't be there.
And he'll be sorry, and he'll cry.
And I won't let him love me any more,
because I don't care.
Yeah, I don't care if he hates me.
I don't care because I just don't care about him any more.
I hope you'll break to pieces and they bury you...
so I'll never have to see you ever, ever again!
Then what happened?
I don't know. Nothing. Nothing!
Why are you crying?
The doctor came.
Who was sick?
It was Father. Oh...
Wishes sometimes seem to come true, don't they?
But I didn't want him to die!
I didn't! I loved him so!
But you're not going away, Mommy, are you?
You'll love me, please, won't you?
But my mother got married soon afterwards,
and somehow I always felt she didn't like me
because I reminded her of Father.
I'm sorry.
It's silly, isn't it?
Crying about something that happened such a long time ago,
something I can hardly remember.
I don't think it is at all. A little crying sometimes helps a lot.
I suppose so. May I go, Doctor?
Yes. I'll see you tomorrow.
Mrs Cunningham?
Did your mother ever tell you what your father died of?
I think she said... is it called uremia?
A very serious illness, which usually takes many years to develop.
Oh.
Well, tomorrow then, Mrs Cunningham.
Yes, Dr Kik.
Why, it's only a piece of rag.
Just a simple piece of rag.
The doctor says you may write for an hour each day.
Why?
I understand you're a writer. Isn't that what they do?
You will use the machine only during rest hour.
I suppose you'll make a great racket.
I don't want to bother anybody. I don't have to write.
Dr Kik says you're to write. There'll be no argument, please.
Well, go ahead. Might as well start right now.
What shall I write about?
How should I know? You're supposed to be the writer.
What's the matter? Go ahead.
I'm sorry. I can't write when people are watching me. I never could.
Look, Virginia, and I say this only for your own good,
being a writer is nothing to be so excited about.
It doesn't set you above the other ladies, you know.
- Now. if you really were a writer... - Do I tell you how to be a nurse?
All right, lady, I've tried to be patient with you,
but you just haven't any spirit of co-operation.
All you have is an exalted idea of your own importance.
Let me tell you something:
If it weren't for Dr Kik, you'd never be here.
I know now why you hate me so.
It's because you're in love with Dr Kik, that's why.
Miss Davis! Wait a minute! Please, Miss Davis.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said. Really, I didn't.
Please forgive me! Please!
Don't tell Dr Kik about it. Please!
Get back to your room!
Miss Davis, please, please!
Well, well, well. We'll miss you, my dear.
- What do you mean? - What do I mean?
You'll be out of here, I'd say, in about ten minutes, maybe less.
No, she can't send me away! I must stay here! I promised Dr Kik!
Miss Davis here?
- Miss Bixby. - Yes, Miss Davis?
Bring Virginia here.
- Anybody seen Virginia? - Yes, of course.
- Where is she? - Find her yourself.
Virginia!
Miss Davis, Virginia isn't anywhere in the ward.
Of course she is. She must be hiding somewhere.
- Virginia! - Virginia! Virginia!
I can't find her anywhere, Miss Davis.
I can't imagine where she could be.
Ridiculous. She couldn't get out of the ward.
I'll find her myself. I know all their tricks.
Virginia, we know you're in there.
Unlock that door and come out at once!
Call an attendant.
Virginia, you know you can't get away with this.
We'll break down the door if you don't come out.
I won't come out! I won't come out until you send for Dr Kik!
Dr Kik is away, but your husband is here.
- Robert? - Yes.
I don't believe it. It isn't visiting day.
We sent for him. He's waiting in the hall.
Perhaps they notified him as soon as I was missing.
He could've gotten here by now.
Are you coming out or not?
Where... where is he?
No! Robert!
Where is he? Robert!
Where are you! Robert, where are you!
Where are you! Wait!
No! No! No, no!
No! Oh, they were lying to me!
You're liars! Liars! Liars!
You're all liars! Liars!
Good afternoon, Dr Kik. May I help you?
Thank you. Is Dr Terry upstairs?
He was a few minutes ago. Oh, here he is.
- Oh, hello, Terry. - Hello, Kik.
I'm glad you're back.
- How is she? - She's not very good.
I tried my best to make them keep her in Reception,
at least until you returned, but...
- I know. May I see her? - Yes, of course.
Thank you.
She refused to talk to anybody but you.
Later, she started calling for her husband again.
I suppose you know what happened in One.
I do.
You say she was calling for her husband?
Yes. I sent for him.
He talked to her for a few minutes yesterday.
- Go ahead. - Thanks.
Look, Kik, if there's anything I can do to help get her back into Reception,
- just let me know. - Thanks, Terry.
I'm patient 95312. I've committed no crime.
I have no delusions or hallucinations.
I demand to know why I'm being kept here against my will.
I'm not guilty! I'm not guilty! They tried to harm me and do away with me,
all because of $17 million!
That's what I lost!
Hello, Mrs Cunningham.
Hello, Dr Kik.
This is Dr Terry, Mrs Cunningham. He's a friend.
Sorry, Doctor. I guess I wasn't up to One.
I tried, I really did, but I just couldn't make it.
It wasn't your fault.
Dr Terry, do you mind if we take this off?
- Miss Vance. - But, Doctor, the instructions we got...
It's all right.
Oh, Doctor, why do I do those things? I hate myself for it.
I don't want to do them, but I can't help it. I just can't help it.
But you're still my doctor, aren't you, Dr Kik?
No, Mrs Cunningham. Dr Terry's in charge of this ward.
But I'm sure he'll let me come and see you whenever you need me.
Of course. Any time.
We still have many things to talk over.
He's not my doctor any more?
What's going to happen to me?
Now, like I said, seventeen Hottentots disguised as females surrounded me.
"Don't shoot," I told them. "No shooting around here,
"it's Hottentot Mile from the middle of Long Island to the end of Manhattan."
But they wouldn't listen to me. I've been chopped up. I've been ground up.
1-9-7-0. What am I talking about?
Come, come, Gertrude. Come along, Gertrude.
- Well, this is it. - What'd you say?
- Nothing. I was just talking to myself. - A very bad habit.
You must be very sick. Where'd you come from?
- One. - One?
Well, they bring you here if you don't go home in a year.
- I hadn't been there a year. - Sometimes they know sooner.
- Your name, please? - Virginia Stuart Cunningham.
I'm Miss Somerville. I keep the record.
I'm sure I haven't taken your temperature today yet.
It's important, you know.
Normal. Thank you.
Miss Somerville?
Wasn't she the head nurse in One before I was there?
Whatever she was, she ain't any more.
Very sick, you know.
Hester, let me go! I won't do it again, I promise!
Let me go! Let go!
Oh, Miss Vance!
Serves you right. I warned you to leave Hester alone.
You gotta be careful with her. Very sick, you know.
She don't talk, and she don't like nobody she don't know,
and she don't know nobody. She fights 'em!
Hey, where you goin'?
Hello. I know how you feel, Hester.
I used to feel like that too.
I'd like to be your friend.
Won't you let me be your friend?
I'm the First Lady of the land. I have a right to cover my face.
I'm the First Lady of the land. Nobody can stop me from covering my face.
I'm the First Lady of the land.
Do you know why Hester didn't want to talk to me?
Because she thinks I'm just a dame.
She thinks I'm just a dame like all the rest of them. I'll bet you do too.
You all think you're more decent than I am.
I come from a good family! One of the best!
And you can't prove that I'm one of them! You can't! You can't!
You can't prove that I'm one of them! You can't! You can't! You can't!
Blong, blong, blong, blong...
I'm talking to you as a representative of authority.
Because I think if they could get Molly Gertrude Brigger
out of here today, August 20, 1943, she would give them $10,000.
But they must investigate the case to the n th degree and make a report on it.
I believe I can prove to them that I was never insane.
I had no bad habits of any kind.
And I'm willing to co-operate. They can ask me any questions they wish,
and broadcast my answers all over the world!
It was strange. Here I was among all those people,
and at the same time
I felt as if I were looking at them from someplace far away.
The whole place seemed to me like a deep hole,
and the people down in it like strange animals,
like... like snakes,
and I'd been thrown into it.
Yes. As though... as though I were in a snake pit.
A snake pit?
Later, weeks later, I understood.
I remembered once reading in a book that, long ago,
they used to put insane people into pits full of snakes.
I think they figured that something
which might drive a normal person insane
might shock an insane person back into sanity.
- Did you ever hear of that? - Yes.
Well, it was just as though they'd thrown me into a snake pit,
and I was shocked into thinking that
maybe I wasn't as sick as the others,
that I really might get well.
You are getting well.
I hope so. But why, Doctor? Why am I getting well?
Is it because I'm supposed to know why I got sick?
- Do you? - Well, I know what you think.
It's because of what happened to me years ago,
like that doll when I was a little girl.
Well, not quite.
You didn't get sick only because of the doll.
Was it because my father and mother were so angry with me?
In a way, yes.
Look, it all starts long before you can even talk.
It may have started when you were a few weeks old.
You may have been hungry,
and too often your mother wasn't there to feed you on time.
Then later, still long before the doll incident,
you wanted very much for her to love you.
It wasn't your fault, but you didn't get that love.
Virginia, darling, I've already kissed you good night.
Now, go to sleep.
That made you turn to your father.
And when he took your mother's side against you,
you felt betrayed and unloved.
When children feel that way, they get very angry.
Often, they want to eliminate the person they feel doesn't love them.
You mean I wanted my father to die?
No, but unconsciously you did want to get rid of him.
In a sense, that doll was your father.
Then when he got sick and died,
you couldn't cope with this sense of guilt.
And so you began to bury the memory of what had happened in your unconscious.
You pushed it down deeper and deeper.
The years added layers to cover it up,
but it was still there and made you hurt yourself.
What did I do?
For example, you didn't go out with boys.
The reason you gave was that you were working very hard,
trying to become a writer.
Actually, you avoided them
because you were devoted to the memory of your father.
But I did go out with Gordon.
That was rather like trying to bring your father back, wasn't it?
Gordon was very like your father in some ways.
He was head of a family, wasn't he?
All right, Mother. Virginia, you sit here.
Janey, stop fidgeting!
He was firm, commanding, and you liked it.
Hurry, Virginia! You should know by now I don't like being late.
Your father was punctual and meticulous. So was Gordon.
- Don't forget, six-thirty sharp. - Yes, Gordon. I won't forget.
Sometimes I felt like a child with Gordon,
but I thought I really loved him then.
Yet when he asked you to marry him,
something deep in you rebelled.
Well, I... I just got sick.
It wasn't that I didn't want to marry him. I did.
Consciously. But your getting ill
was the physical expression of your unconscious feeling that you didn't.
Even before you saw that truck, you wanted to get rid of Gordon.
And you blamed yourself for Gordon's death,
just as you blamed yourself for your father's.
It's horrible, isn't it?
Again you needed love and protection,
- so you went to New York, to Robert. - Robert?
You said Gordon was like Father. But Robert?
Wasn't he like the other side of your father?
Yes, he was kind and thoughtful. He sort of took care of me.
The way your father did?
Yes. But why, after I was married to Robert,
why did I want to run away from him?
I remember wanting to, just before I got sick.
Because you were going back to your original pattern.
You couldn't face being married to Robert,
just as you had been unable to face marriage with Gordon.
Yes, I... I felt it was wrong somehow.
I felt like a child again.
Mrs Cunningham, sometimes children are afraid to grow up,
because they can't let go of the love they felt for their fathers.
But they can't remain with their fathers.
They do grow up, and... and they do marry,
because they learn that husbands and fathers can't be the same thing.
What did you say?
I said that husbands and fathers can't be the same thing.
- Can they? - No, they can't.
- It's funny. - What is it?
Everything you've said seems to make sense.
I feel as though I know it... here.
But you don't quite understand it all here?
Don't worry. It doesn't matter.
You may never know why everything happened,
but now you do know how and where it started, and that does matter.
Look. It's as though you were in a dark room,
like this one...
now, and you wanted to turn on the light...
but you couldn't because you didn't know where the switch was.
Now, you do.
You may never know why turning that switch makes the light go on.
But you don't have to. As long as you know where it is,
you don't ever have to be afraid of being in the dark again.
And that, I'm sure, you'll be able to do very soon.
Come along, ladies!
Keep going. Keep going.
Take a seat right down there.
Hold it a second, will you?
For the benefit of those of you who are new here,
and for those who might have forgotten the rules,
I'm warning you that nobody is allowed to dance
with the same person more than three times.
Jitterbugging is out. No cheek-to-cheek stuff. Understand?
That's what you say. No cheek-to-cheek stuff.
See? Over there. She's the one I was talking to you about.
Watch me.
Oh, che dolce! May I have some, per favore?
Is he the one? He certainly goes for your kind.
Don't you say "my kind". You just remember where I came from.
Quiet, ladies, please. Quiet!
Got a cigarette?
Here.
Hey, I thought you said one! Two's all I have left for the whole evening.
My, you've certainly changed.
They could let a girl light her own cigarette, at least at a dance.
We ain't gonna burn the place down.
It's just to prove to us that we're still sick.
You know, I'd like to see you when you really are you. I mean, your kind.
- My kind? - Yes. I'm sorry.
Don't be sorry, because I'm not what you think I am.
I'm sorry.
Hey, kid, just take it easy.
Forgive me. You see, sometimes I just like to nestle
on somebody's shoulder to get myself balanced.
Well, I hope this is the last time I'll see you here!
Who's she? Hello, hello, hello. Hello, Cecilia.
Look, I may be nutty, but I'm not that nutty.
Oh, pardon me. I hope I don't have to see you again next time.
Hey, girlie, how about a dance?
No, thank you. I don't dance.
Oh, come on. Don't be shy.
Go ahead, Virginia. Dance with the gentleman.
I won't be long, Hester.
Do you mind if we dance on that side?
- There's a friend I'd like to watch. - Okay.
You're a gorgeous dancer, even if I say it myself.
- Thank you. - Oh, you're welcome.
That was very nice. Thank you.
Are you all right, Hester? I didn't really want to dance.
- May I have the next one, ma'am? - Sure, kid. Sure.
That one must be really sick.
Likes to nestle on my shoulder.
- Good evening, Doctor. - Good evening, Miss Sherman.
Oh, Doctor, could I have a parole?
Go on and enjoy the dance, Miss Service. We'll talk about it tomorrow.
- Hello, hello, hello. Hello, Doctor. - How are you, Miss Newman?
- Enjoying yourself? - Yes, thank you.
May I, madame?
Come on.
You know the rules. I've already danced with you, three times.
What are you talking about? The dance has just started.
We danced only two times. Come on.
- Three times. - Are you sure?
Absolutely.
Maybe I am crazy.
What about you? Come on. Let's dance.
You're all right, Hester. Nobody's going to hurt you. I won't let them.
Don't you remember?
What do you want to say, Hester? Don't be afraid. Say it.
When I first came to the hospital, I was just like you.
I guess I'd still be the same way if it hadn't been for
someone who kept talking to me and made me feel I wasn't alone.
- Anything wrong? - No, Miss Vance. Everything's all right.
- Hello, Mrs Cunningham. - Hello, Doctor.
- Having a good time? - Oh, yes, Doctor.
- Now look, honey, I got it all figured out. - Sorry, but I...
I promised this dance to somebody else.
To him? Hmm. You'll be sorry.
Well, go ahead. I'll take the next one.
Well, what are you waitin' for? Go ahead.
I hate to be a nuisance, but could we stay close to Hester?
They tell me you're the first one Hester's ever let come near her.
- Becoming quite a doctor, aren't you? - Oh, no.
It's just that sometimes a sick animal
knows better how another sick animal should be treated.
You know, Doctor, it really isn't fair.
You know everything about me, practically from the time I was born,
and I don't even know your first name.
Miss Vance wasn't going to let Hester come to the dance.
I promised to keep an eye on her.
I'd like to know it now.
- What? - Your first name.
- Mark. - Mark. Are you married?
Oh, no.
Can you imagine me sitting in front of a fireplace
with a lot of kids around?
- Any family? Brothers? Sisters? - No.
Look, you may be getting well,
but you're not well enough to question your doctor.
I suppose I am getting better.
Time doesn't pass as fast as it used to, and then you get selfish again.
I mean, if you have three cigarettes, you don't give away two as you used to.
Yeah. Some selfishness is a good sign of sanity.
- And there's another thing. - What is it?
I'd rather tell you some other time.
Well, as long as you think you're getting selfish, I've good news for you.
You're going to Staff.
- Staff? - Yes.
♪ All the friends I knew
♪ Goin' home, goin' home
♪ I'm a-goin' home
♪ Quiet like some still day
♪ I'm just goin' home
♪ It's not far, just close by
♪ Through an open door
♪ Work all done, care laid by
♪ Goin' to fear no more
♪ Mother's there spectin' me
♪ Father's waitin' too
♪ Lots of folk
♪ Gathered there
♪ All the friends I knew
♪ Goin' home, goin' home
♪ I'm a-goin' home
♪ Quiet like some still day
♪ I'm a-goin' home
♪ It's not far
♪ Just close by
♪ Through an open door
♪ Work all done
♪ Care laid by
♪ Goin' to fear no more
♪ Mother's there
♪ Spectin' me
♪ Father's waitin' too
♪ Lots of folk
♪ Gathered there
♪ All the friends I knew
♪ Home
♪ I'm goin' home ♪
Am I? Am I going home?
Well, well, well.
Quite a change from the last time I saw you here,
when you knew your Social Security number so well,
and took such a strong dislike to Dr Curtis's finger.
My Social Security number. 342... no.
156... no.
47... no, no. What is my Social Security number?
So your husband applied for your release again, eh?
What are you thinking about?
I was thinking about my Social Security number, and...
Oh, that. Don't worry, honey. We all know how well you remember it.
It's just that if you want to ask me any other question,
I'm sure I can answer it.
That's all right.
I guess we have enough information about you here to, er...
take your word for it.
Unless there are any objections?
- Dr Terry? - No, Dr Gifford. Unless Dr Kik...?
- No. - Anybody else?
Yes, I would like to ask a question, if I may, Dr Gifford.
Go ahead, Doctor.
According to this, Virginia here is one of the patients
with whom Dr Kik seems to have achieved remarkable results
by applying psychotherapy almost exclusively.
Just to satisfy my own curiosity, I'd like to ask her
if she's aware now of the origin of her illness.
Would you like to answer that, Mrs Cunningham?
Well, I'd have to be a doctor to put it into the right words,
but I'm sure it wasn't because of any one thing.
It was a lot of things, and it started when...
when I was a child.
I don't know yet everything that caused it, but I do know
that I'll be able to see life and myself differently than before I came here.
Virginia! Oh, here you are.
Dr Terry wants you... Where you goin'? You're leavin' us.
- Who's leaving? - Are you being transferred?
Oh, Mrs Cunningham, I've been looking for you all over.
I haven't got your record for today.
The patient's checking out. She's leaving, Celia.
That'll make room for another.
But they'll send us more than one. They always do.
And we're so crowded already.
I just don't know where it's all gonna end!
I'll tell you where it's going to end, Miss Somerville.
When there are more sick ones than well ones,
the sick ones will lock the well ones up.
I'm not sure they'll like it here.
My key! Where's my key? How can I let her out!
- Just draw a line through her name. - I tried that before, but it doesn't work.
I know! I'll erase it.
- There. There, that'll do it. - Thank you very much, Miss Somerville.
All right, ladies. Virginia must leave now.
I'll miss you. You sure you ain't sick any more?
- Ruth, take care of Hester, will you? - Sure.
Miss Vance, may I say goodbye to Hester?
Why, certainly. Now, now, ladies, go about your business.
I wonder what kind of business it is.
Goodbye, Hester. I'm leaving now, but I'll come back to see you.
No, Hester. You know you don't do that any more.
Your doctor will talk to you.
Don't be afraid to talk, and you'll get well too.
Goodbye, Virginia.
Oh, Hester, you've talked! I knew you would.
You're going to get well now. I know you will.
Goodbye, Hester.
Goodbye, Dr Terry. Thanks for everything.
Your husband is waiting at the Administration building.
Miss Vance will take you there.
- Goodbye, Mrs Cunningham. - This way, Virginia.
- Goodbye, Mrs Cunningham. - Dr Kik.
Will you come to see us sometime, Robert and me?
- Why, yes, of course. - You never will.
But if ever you feel you want to talk to me, you know where you can find me.
Goodbye, and good luck.
Remember at the dance I was going to tell you another reason
- for knowing I was getting well? - Yes.
It's that I'm not in love with you any more.
You never really were, Virginia.
Robert, what happened to my wedding ring?
- I kept it for you. - May I have it?
Sure. Here, darling.
Would you put it on again, please?
It was a long time.
Okay. Say, folks, the bus is leaving. Or don't you care?
Don't we care? Come on, darling. We're going home.
Okay, Jerry, take it away.
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