JOHNNY: [CHUCKLING] This is a piece of cake, Doc.
A piece of cake.
Hey, I thought you said this is gonna be tough, Doc.
You call this tough? [DOOR CLOSING]
JOHNNY: Hey, Doc.
Doc?
I'm-- I'm having a little problem breathing, Doc.
I'm getting a little hot in here.
You listening to what I'm saying, Doc?
Ease up a little, Doc, huh? Ease up!
Are you with me, Doc?
Now, come on! Ease up! I-- I--
I can't breathe for Christ's sake, Doc!
I can't breathe. Now, come on!
Christ! Will you stop it! Are you listening to me?
I can't take it!
Stop it right now, Doc. Help me.
Stop it, for Christ's sake! Doc, stop!
Help me! Help me! Help me!
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
PETER: See how powerful he is, Bubba?
[WHIMPERS]
[SOBS]
BUBBA: Doctor. [SOBBING]
PETER: Watch him move.
BUBBA: [SOBBING] Just get him outta here!
Please!
[SOBS]
PETER: You're lost. Everyone looks strange to you.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]BARBARA: I'll find my way.
PETER: They're staring at you.[CLAMORING]
PETER: They're closing in.I won't let them stop me.
PETER: They're smothering you.They mean nothing to me.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
PETER: You're running for your life.
LAURA: [GROANING] No! I have to get away!
PETER: They're going to catch you, Laura. LAURA: No!
[SOBS] Don't touch me! No! Let me go!
[SCREAMS] Let me go! No! Let me go!
Look up.
Look up, Henry.
Way up.
There's no one with the child.
HENRY: She's too close to the edge.
She's going to fall.
No, don't-- [TREMBLES]
Oh, no. Don't. Oh, my God. It's too close to the edge!
PETER: Now look down, Henry.Oh, I can't.
PETER: Think of falling, Henry.No.
PETER: You're falling.[HENRY GROANING]
PETER: Falling.HENRY: [SCREAMING] Oh, no!
PETER: Falling.[HENRY SOBBING]
[SCREAMS, WHIMPERS]
[SOBS]
[SIGHS] Very good, Henry.
In the light of these results, Mr. Chairman,
I would say we're well on schedule with our research.
The patients respond at a different rate
to the method, depending on the depth
of their phobia.
However, in my estimation, I would say that they're...
70 percent through their work with me.
Dr. Ross...
I have, on a few occasions, been present when one or another
of your patients has left the treatment room.
They were, to say the least, emotionally overwrought.
How long do they continue in this state,
after the treatment?Not unreasonably long.
As I'm sure you know, Dr. Clemens,
the phobia is maintained because the patient's anxiety
prevents them from getting close enough
to see through his irrational fear.
In the treatment, I compel the patient
to confront the source of their phobia
at increasing intensities.
I'm flooding them with their anxiety
in order to get them beyond it,
back to a more reasonable perception of reality.
But as their anxiety increases?
I use relaxation techniques
to help them learn to tolerate the increasing levels
without giving in and trying to avoid their phobic object.
[INHALES] As a point of interest, Dr. Ross...
may I ask how you arrived at your theory?
[CHUCKLES] Uh. As a matter of fact,
it's based on a personal experience.
When I was a child, I was afraid of the water.
I didn't want to learn to swim because of it.
And uh, finally, one day, my father threw me in the water,
and I swam.
Implosive therapy.
Well, Dr. Ross, you've met the ethics committee's concern
for the welfare of your research subjects.
For which we thank you.[CROWD APPLAUDING]
Thank you.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER P.A.]Laura?
Laura? I want to show you something.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER P.A.]
How do I look?
You look very nice.[CHUCKLES]
I wonder-- wonder if I need a coat.
Yeah. Wear your coat.
Is that new?
All new.
[LAUGHS] Oh, you're so right, Peter.
We never were in step, were we?I'm sorry, Alice.
Is there any reason why we can't we be friends?
Of course, no. We already are, aren't we?
You know exactly what I mean.[SNIFFLES]
Look, once and for all, let me recap.Mm-hmm.
God, I-- I did all the things I tell my patients not to do
when they find themselves in a similar situation. It's--
[INHALES] Well, it's a case of the psychoanalyst
not being able to take her own meds.Mm-hmm.
But it's over.Please.
That's what you told me when you left me, wasn't it?
That I was smothering you.
Oh, look, Peter.
I don't even know who that jealous woman was. It wasn't me.
Honestly. And let me prove it as a friend.
Please. Please.[CHUCKLES]
Oh, come on.Alice, this is a silly conversation.
We never stopped being friends.
That's good.
I'm very glad we made up.
You are?Mm-hmm.
[BOTH CHUCKLE]
I'm sorry I didn't get to hear your full report.
Oh?Terrific work, Peter.
Thank you.
I am intrigued by your research.Mm-hmm.
Well, as a psychoanalyst,
I am concerned with the unconscious motivation.
Now what happens to that?Well, I wouldn't worry about it.
I don't think any of us ever found the unconscious.
[MUSIC PLAYING OVER RADIO]Hey, don't we look pretty.
[WHISTLES]Hello.
Good luck.
[TELEPHONE RINGING]
BUBBA: Hey, Barbara, hope you have a real good time.
DJ OVER RADIO: This is KSBP, the rock voice of--
[CAR ENGINE STARTS]
BARBARA: Where are we going to?PETER: A little park. Not too far from here.
BARBARA: And then what? PETER: Then you're gonna take yourself a walk.
Then you leave the park.
You walk three blocks west, you take the subway
and you go downtown, and you buy yourself something.
Hat, gloves, scarf.
Whatever you like.
What if I panic?
You won't.
You're the most advanced in the group.
You'll face your phobia head on.
You think I can?Mm-hmm.
And after you've bought something,
you ought to come straight to my house.
I'm gonna be there all afternoon
trying to catch up with our research.
I'll drive you back to the hospital.
But, your house? I-- I don't even know where it is.I'll show you. It's not far.
I often jog from my house to the clinic.
Takes six minutes.
You see up here? That's Rose Park.
Just ahead is my house and my street.
It's 181 Argus.
181 Argus.Mm-hmm.
[HUMS]
Tough afternoon, Mrs. Casey.
Afternoon, Doctor. I'm just finishing up.
Oh, good. I've some work to do.
MRS. CASEY: Dr. Ross.Yeah?
It's Thursday.
Well what are you doing home on a Thursday?
Oh, my God. The game.
What time is it?MRS. CASEY: Oh, it's quarter after two.
Oh, it's a semi-final. I gotta go.
I wouldn't want the boys to lose their star forward. Hmm.
Okay.
Oh, Mrs. Casey, can I ask you a favor?
I have a patient coming by. Miss Grey.
Would you explain to her what happened
and ask her to wait for me?
Oh, sure, Doctor. Don't you worry,
I'll take care of it.Thank you.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[TRAIN BRAKES SQUEALING]
[EXHALES DEEPLY]
BARBARA: I'm controlling my fear.
They mean nothing to me.
I'll find my way.
I won't let them stop me.
I don't know where I am or who they are...
but I-- I won't panic.
I'm controlling my fear. I'll find my way.
They mean nothing to me. I won't let them stop me.
I don't know where I am...
or who they are. I won't let them stop me.
I won't panic.
But I won't panic. I don't know where I am.
I'm controlling my fear. I won't panic.
They mean nothing to me. I won't panic.
I won't let them stop me. I won't panic.
I'll find my way. I won't panic. I don't know where I am.
I won't panic. I don't know who they are. I won't panic.
[SCREAMS, GRUNTS]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER P.A.]
[GRUNTS]
[BARBARA GRUNTING]
[CLAMORING]
[CAR HORN HONKING]
[THUNDER RUMBLING]
[CROWD CHEERING]
[CHEERS]
[CROWD WHISTLING]
[CAR HORN HONKS, TIRES SCREECH][GRUNTS]
[THUNDER RUMBLING]
[DOORBELL RINGING]
Dr. Ross.Oh.
Where will I find Dr. Ross?
You'll be Miss Grey.[SIGHS]
I'm sorry, darling.Dr. Ross.
MRS. CASEY: Dr. Ross isn't here.Oh, he better.
Uh. He did say for you to go right on upstairs
to his place.[GROANS]
Oh, you'll be fine.
You just make yourself comfortable.
In here, dear.
[SIGHS]
Uh. I'm-- I'm Mrs. Casey. I'm the super here.
And I-- I, kind of, do for Dr. Ross,
you know, him being a bachelor. And, uh--
[TREMBLES]Do you know what I think you need, dear?
You need a good, strong cup of tea.
Wouldn't you feel better with a cup of tea?
[SIGHS]All right.
Look, I-- I keep a kettle boiling in my apartment.
And it'll be faster if I go down and get it.
So you-- you just look after yourself here,
and I'll be back in a jiffy.
[THUNDER RUMBLING]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
[EXPLOSION]
[CROWD CHEERING, APPLAUDING]
Good game.
Fantastic.PETER: Thanks. Good game.
Hey, you were fantastic.It was great.
Great game, Doc.Good game.
Pick you up later, Jenny!Lucky shot. Lucky shot.
MALE VOICE: Hey, pretty lady.
Telephone.PETER: For me?
Emergency.
PETER: Thanks.
Dr. Ross.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[TELEPHONE RINGING]
Oh, Dr. Ross.
Oh, I can't believe what I saw with my own eyes.
Are you all right?Oh, yes.
But you know what I was doing before it happened?
I was bringing her a cup of tea.
It's going to be okay.[SNIFFLES]
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
Dr. Ross is here, Inspector.
Been to the morgue?[DOOR CLOSES]
JOE: Yes, Inspector.
He identified the body?Yes, Inspector, he did.
Sit down, Dr. Ross.
Are you all right?Yeah.
Dr. Toland went over when she heard about it.
Very good she was with Mrs. Casey,
very helpful, altogether.
She wanted to come back and wait for you here.
We have Mrs. Casey's statement.
She told us where to find you when it happened.
Isn't it a little unusual for someone from California
to play hockey?
How did you know I was from California?
[LAUGHS] Come on, now, Doctor. [INHALES DEEPLY]
You're not exactly just another face in the crowd.
Your, uh, your program was front-page news
not too long ago.
And the deceased was one of your experimentees,
wasn't she?She was one of my patients.
Hmm.
So she was, so she was.
How would you describe your reaction
to the murder, Doctor?
Were you surprised?Yes...
of course.Well, I'm not.
What surprises me is that you don't seem to realize
that it was supposed to be you in that drawer downstairs.
You.
That experimentee died by accident, not intent.
Peter! Peter!
PETER: Oh, I'm sorry.[JENNY SOBBING]
JENNY: I thought it was you that was dead.
PETER: I'm sorry.JENNY: I waited and I waited.
When you didn't show up, I phoned your place.It's okay.
Some idiot answered the phone and said
there'd been an accident.
It's okay.[SNIFFLES]
They wouldn't tell me...It's okay.
[SOBS] So I went over to your house.
Sit down, Miss, uh...
St. Clair.
Jenny St. Clair.
Miss St. Clair, I'm sure you know Dr. Ross' associate,
Dr. Toland?
We haven't met before, but I'm a great admirer
of your work.[SNIFFLES] Thank you.
Peter and I went to one of your exhibitions last year.
He bought me one of your smallest sculptures.
I forget the occasion.
I just have a few more questions to ask Dr. Ross,
and then you can all go.
Does anyone else, I mean, other than Mrs. Casey
have a key to your apartment?
No.
Why did Barbara Grey go to your apartment
this afternoon?I told her to.
She was an agoraphobe.
We thought that she'd do well today going downtown
with the crowds.
Whatever happened, she was supposed to come
to my house afterwards.
Miss St. Clair, do you know any of Dr. Ross's experimentee--
Patients?No.
I've only seen a picture of them at Peter's place.
Hmm. Too bad.
I thought I could make use of your woman's intuition.
Dr. Toland is too close to the subject, so she says.
Someone wants to kill you.
I can't believe it.BARNES: Well, you better believe it.
And you better start thinking about who wants you dead.
You're somebody's target.
[CHUCKLES]
Maybe you should think about taking a holiday.
California's nice this time of year.
We have to seal off your apartment, Dr. Ross.
Where will I find you?
He'll be at my place.
PETER: I'll drive Miss St. Clair home.
If you want to reach me, you can call the hospital.
My answering service will get in touch with me.
[DOOR CLOSES]
JENNY: Peter, you should've seen your apartment.
There was blood everywhere.
I thought it was your blood.
Peter, who-- who would--I don't know.
One of your patients from the hospital?
Mm-mm.
Anybody else from the hospital?
Which one of my sculptures did you buy for Toland?
Woman Asleep.
I know this is gonna sound ridiculous,
but, you know, that makes me very jealous.
Jenny.I know, I know.
[JENNY SIGHING]
Why didn't you tell me about her?
Why talk about something that has no importance now, hmm?
Why clutter up the present with the past?
[GLASS CLINKS]You're right.
I'm sorry.
God, here I am talking about being jealous when some...
Are you gonna stay with me tonight?
We'll see.I think you should.
I think you should here until--Don't smother me, Jenny.
Don't.
Be careful.
Let's be careful.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER P.A.]
FEMALE REPORTER: Dr. Ross!MALE REPORTER: Dr. Ross!
FEMALE REPORTER: Dr. Ross, how do you feel?
PETER: What do you mean?FEMALE REPORTER: Well, you're lucky to be alive--
MALE REPORTER: Dr. Ross, are any of your patients suspects?
Of course not. Why should they be?
But they're all convicted criminals.They are volunteers.
The program is one with broad, humanitarian goals.
By participating they're striving to show
their goodwill to society.
MALE REPORTER: Why volunteers?Because the treatment is a new method
for curing phobias.FEMALE REPORTER: And what does it involve?
Excuse me,
the administrator and the spokesman for the hospital,
Dr. Clegg, is supposed to meet with you in a little while.
I'm sure, any questions that you have,
he'll be able to answer. If you'll excuse me,
I have to go to work.FEMALE REPORTER: Oh, come on, Doctor.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
BARNES: Good morning, Doctor.
Good morning, Inspector.
It was a bomb. No doubt at all. Those files were a booby trap.
It was meant for me?
Definitely, yes.
Would you consider yourself a ladies' man, Doctor?
I'm sorry. I, uh...
don't quite understand what you're driving at.
[CHUCKLES] Oh, everybody loves you.
Your ex-wife and kids in California,
your ex-mistress, your present girlfriend.
In fact, someone loves you so much they'd like
to send you to kingdom come.
You didn't tell me Alice Toland had a key to your apartment.
No.
I've just been wandering around at the hospital this morning,
looking, listening.
I just asked Dr. Toland if she had a key,
and uh, she turned it over to me.
Oh, but I'm not here to pry into your private affairs,
I'm here to try to save your life.
Do you mind?
Of course, as far as I'm concerned,
the prime suspects are your experimentees.
I'm going to stick with them,
at least until I'm satisfied that they're ruled out.
[LIGHTER FLICKS]
[INHALES] You're meeting with them this morning?
They're waiting for me right now.
I want to be present.
I'm bound by a standard of professional confidentiality.
[CHUCKLES] Oh, yes, I know.
You know, I saw a TV show about that.
The psychiatrist was asked what he'd do
if a-- if a patient of his confessed
to having committed some major crime.
Would he betray his patient's confidence?
The psychiatrist thought about it and then he said...
[SIGHS] You know what he said.
I could venture an educated guess, yes.
He said he thought it'd best
for the psychiatrist to persuade the patient
to go to the police himself.
[CHUCKLES] Well, that would be just fine,
but with you, Dr. Ross, there won't be any confession,
I mean, you being the target and all.
So why can't I watch them?
There won't be any breach of confidentiality.
I mean, it's not like you were going to give them a treatment.
You are just going to talk about Barbara
and things in general, aren't you?
I think it can be arranged.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
PETER: I've asked the hospital...
to arrange a special memorial service for Barbara
later this week.
We'll all go together.
She was a fine lady.
Yeah. She was faster than the rest of us.
A real bright thing.
HENRY: She had a lot of class.
What I can't get over, Doctor, is,
if it hadn't have been Barbara, it would've been you.
So she would've been here today and...
JOE: Bubba King, an ex-boxer... ...you wouldn't.
...armed robbery...
Who's got it in for the Doc?...killed his wife's lover.
Who could it be? Somebody from the hospital?
Dr. Clegg? He hates Ross' guts.
Ross is doing all the big treatment work.
That medical magazine I showed you,
the one with all our names in it,
and when it said about "brilliant young behaviorist,"
it didn't hardly mention old Clegg.
Yeah. He's a real pain in the ass.
I always thought there was a screw too loose.
You know most psychiatrists are nuts?
Johnny Venuti, grand theft auto.
LAURA: Cherchez la femme.Record a mile long.
[SCOFFS] Listen to miss timid tits.
Cherchez la femme.
JOHNNY: Which femmedo you mean?Toland. Alice Toland.
How the hell did he get the parole board
to agree to letting them come and go the way they do?
That's right, she still has the hots for him.
I-- I've seen the way she's looking at him.
All I'm saying is she's playing it cool.
She don't like him like she used to.
Love and hate gets mixed up sometimes.
Yeah, yeah. Jealousy.
Who's that little guy with the bald head?
Owen, Henry.PETER: Dr. Toland and Dr. Clegg
are no more involved than you are.
I trust you.
I trust you completely...
just as you trust me.
And we mustn't permit this terrible tragedy
to interfere with our work.
We mustn't let them shut us down.
Could they do that?
There's a possibility. Remote, I hope.
And if it happens?We all go back to jail.
Look, Doc. I'm-- I'm not going back, okay?
I'm never going back. You think I--
you think I spend all this time in this--
in this torture chamber just to go back? No way!
Johnny, I'm not saying they're shutting us down.
I'll fight any such proposal.
I'll use all the influence I've got, and I've got plenty.
That's what you say. That's what you hope.
Now, come on, tell the truth.
If they want to-- if they want to,
they could kill this program in a minute!
PETER: Johnny, they're not shutting us down.[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
[PETER WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY]
Henry.You.
You're coming with me.
I didn't do nothing, Inspector. I'm innocent, honest to God.
Henry, get it over with.
Thanks, Doctor.
I'll expect Henry back in time for his treatment.
Well, if he's late,
I'll send him back with a written excuse.
Laura, Johnny.
You can go.
Bubba.
Let me out of my treatment today, Doc.
Let's skip it today.
For Barbara.[SIGHS]
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Wheeler?JOE: Yes, sir.
Bring him in.
What's the matter?
You've forgotten how to walk straight?
What have you been doing? Lying on your back all day?
Sorry, Inspector.
I guess I wasn't expecting the sergeant to push me.
Oh, has the sergeant been treating you badly?
No, I mean--We're not interested in what you mean here.
This is a police station, not a hospital.
I reckon you can tell the difference by now.
Yes.I thought so.
You've been in and out of police stations enough.
No, that's not what I meant.
I just told you that I don't care what you mean.
Do we still have to teach you the difference?
No.First he says yes, and then he says no.
What are you trying to do, give me a hard time?
BARNES: Sit down.
What are you looking for?
Do you want Dr. Ross to come in and save your ass?
[SCREAMS] Look at me when I'm talking to you,
understand?Yes.
You worked with explosives...
when you were with the Ferguson Gang robbing banks,
wasn't it?Yes.
You were the expert at safecracking.
You set the charges?Yes.
Last time, during the getaway,
you couldn't follow your partners.
They had to jump from one building to another.
Oh, a teeny little three-foot jump,
but you couldn't make it.
No, I couldn't.So you got caught.
That's right.And now you're with the gang all cozy in the hospital.
What kind of con did you use on that damn fool Ross?
It wasn't a con.
The warden told us they were looking for guys with phobias.
I got this phobia about heights and falling.
You don't say.
Oh. [CLICKS TONGUE]
Hmm.
Stand up when I'm talking to you. Show some respect.
Now sit down.
[GRUNTS]
When I tell you to sit down, I don't mean fall down.
God Almighty, what are you trying to do,
give me a phobia?
[BARNES LAUGHS][JOE LAUGHS]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]
Look at it, Bubba.
That's it.
Just relax.
Breathe.
[BREATHES]Breathe.
Now I'm going to put him down on the floor, okay?
Come back, Bubba. You'll scare him.
I can't. I don't want to.
Please, Doctor. Take it away. I can't stand it.
Bubba, stop making such a fuss. Come back to your chair.
No, I won't! I'm going to leave.No, you're not going to leave.
You're gonna finish the treatment.
Now, come and sit down.
Come on.
[GRUNTS, PANTS]BARNES: Get up. Up!
Lazy S.O.B., no lying on your back in this place.
Get up!
I want you to sit down in your chair
and you behave yourself properly, huh?
Sergeant Wheeler's gonna get very, very mad
if he has to keep jumping out of your way.
I'll try. [WHIMPERS]BARNES: You'll try. [CHUCKLES]
So you want to get out of the program, huh?
No, I wanna get better.BARNES: And you're too scared to do it!
So, you know what this fink does,
Sergeant Wheeler?No, I don't, Inspector. What'd he do?
He turns on that soft-headed doctor.
It was neat. He attached a bomb to his filing cabinet.
It was pure genius.
He'd kill the doctor and destroy all the records
of his research at one and the same time.
Poof!I didn't.
I didn't. I like Dr. Ross. He's my friend.
Who's talking to you?
You said I did it--I did what?
Said I tried to blow up the doctor.
Did I say that, Sergeant?No, I didn't hear you say that, Inspector. No.
You did. [WHIMPERS]
Are you calling me a liar?[GRUNTS]
Look at him. Flying through space.
Doesn't seem to bother him a bit. [CHUCKLES]
I think he'd be terrific on the free fall, don't you?
[BARNES LAUGHING]
Put the chair down, Wheeler, and come with me.
[CHAIR THUDS]You wait here.
Sergeant Wheeler--
Sergeant Wheeler and I are going to check out a few details
and we'll be right back to take your deposition.
Oh, get up, for Christ's sake! What would the good doctor think
if he saw you sprawled on the floor?
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
[SOBS]
[RATTLESNAKE RATTLES]
PETER: Look at the poor creature.
What did he do to you?
Nothing.
He didn't attack you.
He didn't strike you.
He just wanted to get away from you.
[RATTLESNAKE RATTLING]
Don't put it near me.
I won't touch it.
Don't put it near me! Don't!
Bubba...
we've been working towards this for months.
Remember?
Months.
Touch it.
Just once.
I'm not gonna hurt you.[RATTLESNAKE RATTLES]
[SIGHS]
Very good, Bubba.
Very good.[PANTS]
PETER: That wasn't so bad, was it?
That's it.
Tomorrow we'll try again, hmm?[BUBBA PANTING]
One of these days...
you're gonna be ready to put this snake in the sack
and take it out again...
all by yourself.
[HENRY SOBBING]
You, Owens. Come on.
Come on.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER P.A.]
[SCREAMS] No!
[GRUNTS]
No![GRUNTS]
You!
Get in front of me!
No, no.In front of me.
[SCREAMS]
HENRY: Hey, get back!
Let's go!
Get over there.
[PANTS]
Get down this way.
[PANTS]
Get around the corner!
Get back!
Stop![TIRES SCREECH]
Open the door!
Now get out!
[TIRES SCREECH]
[POLICE SIREN BLARING]
[TIRES SCREECHING][POLICE SIREN BLARING]
[POLICE SIREN BLARING]
Get out!No!
[POLICE SIREN BLARING]
Stop him, he's got my car.
[POLICE SIREN BLARING]
[TIRES SCREECHING][SIREN BLARING]
HENRY: Oh, my God!
[POLICE SIREN BLARING]
OFFICER: Hold it!
MAN: Don't shoot him! He's unarmed!
[POLICE SIREN BLARING]
[BOTH PANT]
[EXHALES]
Let's take a breather.We've hardly started.
I'm not training for the Olympics, you know.
You said a friendly jog around the park.
Don't you ever get out of breath?
Got to keep fit.
Wouldn't want me to lose my place on the team.
How far do you run when you're alone?
Six miles, twice around the park. Come on.
[SIGHS]
[SIGHS] This is the park Barbara was walking yesterday, isn't it?
Barbara?
Barbara Grey.
Yeah.
She was a good patient.
Is that going to be her epitaph? "She was a good patient."
Jenny...
sweetheart, I'm a doctor. I'm a scientist.
One must keep one's objectivity.Objectivity?
That's such a callous word, Peter.
A woman was killed yesterday. Don't you feel any pain?
Jenny, I got nothing to say to that.
Peter, wait! Just a minute! Peter!
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you.
Jenny, I love you.
I've never cared for anyone as much as I care for you.
Will you try to remember that?
Hmm?[SIGHS] Okay. [CHUCKLES]
Now, can I continue my run?[CHUCKLES] Take me with you.
Well, let's go![JENNY LAUGHING]
[BEEPER BEEPING]PETER: Oh, damn.
I got to get to the car phone.
Is that the hospital?Yeah.
Oh.I told them not to bother me unless there's an emergency.
Come on.
Come on, I'll race you to the top!
[JENNY LAUGHING]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER POLICE RADIO]
OFFICER OVER MEGAPHONE: Take it easy, Mr. Owen.
No one's going to hurt you.
Don't look down now.
Don't look down.
No one's going to hurt you.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
OFFICER OVER MEGAPHONE: Please, Mr. Owen.
[POLICE SIREN BLARING]
BARNES: Dr. Ross! Down here!
What happened?He ran amuck.
Assaulted a policeman and took his gun,
held a young girl hostage, and stole two cars at gunpoint.
Now he's up there and says he'll jump
if I or any of my men comes near him.
All he wants is to talk to you.
Is there anything else I should know?
No, nothing.
JENNY: Peter, be careful!
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
OFFICER OVER MEGAPHONE: Take it easy, Mr. Owen.
Dr. Ross is here.
He's on his way up to see you.
Hang on. He's on his way.
There's no net.
Can't use a net. He's too high up for that.
The net would break.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[HENRY SCREAMING]
You get much sleep?
[SIGHS]
It's an awful picture.
Oh, I don't know. I...
It's kind of beautiful, in a way.
I mean, you're trying to save his life.
Your hands are reaching out for him.
Peter, you did everything you could yesterday.
He almost made it.
He went up to the top of that structure
all by himself.
Alone.
Do you understand what that means?
That means with a few more treatments...
I might've had him cured.
It's not your fault, Peter. You can't blame yourself.
I'm not blaming myself.
You're right.
I have to forget Henry.
I have to go back to work with the others.
They need me more than ever now.
Peter. Peter, why don't we go away for a while,
take a little vacation? A little holiday or something.
I can't.Why can't you?
'Cause if I go away there won't be any program
when I get back.
Oh, Jenny, you don't understand what keeps the damn thing going.
Clegg, Clemens, all of 'em.
They'd shut me down at the drop of a hat.
Yeah, what about Toland?
Oh, sometimes I think she'd like to see the end of me.
Why, sure.Jenny...
I can't go away now...
at least not until I've completed the work.
I thought you said she was one of your strongest supporters.
Who?Toland.
You know something?
What?Sometimes I think that
you're the only support that I have.
I got to go. I'm late.I know, I know.
See you later.Okay.
Be careful, Peter.
[ENGINE STARTS]
[PEOPLE CLAMORING][ENGINE REVVING]
Dr. Ross!Dr. Ross!
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
MAN: Well, all the reports are very sympathetic.
I don't think the hospital's really been hurt
by this business.
CLEGG: No, but has Ross?
Oh, here he comes now.
I'd like to have a few words with him.
Peter?
I think we better talk alone.
Good morning.Morning.
Come and sit down.Thank you.
Thank you, gentlemen, I'll see you all later.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER P.A.]
[CUPS CLINKING]
Well...Thank you.
...you've really run the gauntlet.
[CHUCKLES][CHUCKLES]
Here, let me.Thank you!
Tell me...
Was it an accident or a suicide?
I don't know how to answer that.
And according to the Freudian model,
there's no such thing as an accident.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER P.A.]
Henry Owen killed himself...
because he was guilty.
Guilty of what?
Of making an attempt on your life
and killing Mrs. Grey instead.
Is that what you think happened?Yes.
The police are of the same opinion.
Inspector Barnes phoned me and he said,
as far as they're concerned, the whole case is closed.
Are you all right?Yeah, of course. [CHUCKLES]
Do you intend to continue with the program?[SIGHS]
No question.
Well, the committee and I are behind you all the way.
Thank you.
He's in our corner, you'll see.
Oh, come on. Get off it. And He said we should trust him.
Okay, okay I heard.
Well, look what the hell happened to him!
What do you know? Do you think Ross had a choice?
I'm telling you the way that it happened is the way it is.
Oh, come on, he is the one
that let Barnes fuck around with Henry's head!
No!
This ain't getting us nowhere.No shit.
Johnny.
Can we talk?
Well, I ain't got nothin' to say.
Bubba.
Would you like to talk?No.
I ain't feeling so good today.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
PETER: Laura?
May I come in?
What are you reading?
Is it good?
[PETER SIGHING]
I understand how difficult this is for you.
It's difficult for me, too.
I liked Henry.
Maybe we shouldn't have the treatment today.
It's okay.
We'll pick it up tomorrow.
LAURA: Dr. Ross?
Do you really believe Henry tried to kill you?
No.
[SIGHS]
I was following you, but I couldn't catch up.
I'm sorry I was mean to you.
I've come for my treatment.
I'm glad.
Let's get to work.
Come on.
Sure you feel up to it?Yes. I think so.
Good.
Today we're gonna see something different.
Now turn around.
Just relax.
WOMAN: [SOBS] No, no, no.
PETER: That's you, Laura.
[WOMAN GROANING]
[MEN GROANING]
[WOMAN SOBS, GROANS][MAN LAUGHING]
You are the girl, Laura.
That's you.
WOMAN: No, no, no.
PETER: Watch them, Laura.
WOMAN: [GRUNTS] No, no.
PETER: The men are all over you, Laura.
[WOMAN GRUNTS, SCREAMS]
PETER: Feel them touching you.
WOMAN: [SOBBING, GROANING] No, no!
Turn around.
Go ahead.
[WOMAN SCREAMING, GROANING][SOBS]
[SCREAMS]
PETER: You're helpless, Laura.[SCREAMS]
[SOBS]PETER: You can't get away from them.
[WOMAN SCREAMING]
Watch.
[SOBBING, GROANING]
[MEN GROANING]
PETER: They like what they're doing to you, Laura.
[WOMAN SCREAMING, SOBBING]
[SOBS]They like hurting you.
[WOMAN GROANING, SOBBING][LAURA SOBBING]
[MEN LAUGH, GROAN]
Sit down, Laura.
[WOMAN SCREAMING]LAURA: [SOBBING] No! No!
[WAILS] No, no, no!
Turn around. Laura.[LAURA WAILING]
LAURA: No, no, no, no! [SCREAMS]
LAURA: [SCREAMS, WAILS] No.Laura.
[SCREAMS] Stop, stop, stop, stop!
[SCREAMING, GROANING]
PETER: Laura, come back here.[LAURA SOBBING]
PETER: Come on. Laura.
Laura, come on.LAURA: [SCREAMS] No!
PETER: Come on.LAURA: [SCREAMS] No!
It's okay. It's okay.
You're doing all right.[LAURA WAILING]
You're all right. Come on. Relax. It's okay.
It's all right. It's all right.[LAURA WAILING]
PETER: Shh!ALICE: It's all right.
[LAURA WALING]ALICE: It's all right.
PETER: It's okay.ALICE: It's okay.
PETER: So, you identified with the girl on the screen.
[LAURA SOBBING]PETER: You did fine, just fine.
[LAURA SOBBING]
PETER: It's the first time, she made a breakthrough.
You did just fine.[LAURA SOBBING]
ALICE: You can explain it to me later.
Come on, honey. Upstairs.[LAURA SOBBING]
ALICE: Have a nice warm bath.PETER: I'm proud of you, Laura.
[LAURA SOBBING]ALICE: Relax.
[DOOR OPENS]
[SOBS]
[SOBS]Calm down.
Calm down.[SOBS]
[SOBS]Just relax.
You're going to be just fine. Come on.
Now, sit back.
'Atta girl. Sit back.
That's it.
Now... I want you to take a few deep breaths.
There you go. Breath in.
Come on. Come on.[WHIMPERS]
ALICE: And let it out slow.[SOBS]
'Atta girl.
[SOBS]
Now smile for me.[WHIMPERS]
ALICE: 'Atta girl.
Okay.
I think-- I think you're gonna be all right.
[DOOR CLOSES]
[INHALES AND EXHALES]
[DOOR OPENS]
[DOOR CLOSES]
[WHIMPERS]
[GROANS]
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]
Inspector, Dr. Ross doesn't answer his beeper.
He can't be found.
He's at the rink.Pardon me?
If he doesn't answer, he's at the rink.
Well, go and get him. Did you reach Dr. Clemens?
Yes, sir, she's on her way from the university right now.
Don't stand there. Get Ross.
Yes, sir.
Pearson.PEARSON: Yes, Inspector.
This man and Johnny Venuti. Take them into custody.
Yes, sir.
I didn't do it.
I wouldn't harm that little girl.
I loved that little girl.
Anybody'd hurt her, I'd kill him!
Well done, Dr. Ross.
That's a-- It's pretty wicked shot you got there.
You really got that killer instinct, haven't you?
Want to win.Yeah, I know.
I used-- I used to play defense a long time ago.
You didn't come here to talk.
Uh. No, sir. Inspector Barnes wants to see you.
[PANTS] What about?
It's Laura Adams. She's dead.
What?
That's right. She's dead.
How?
She drowned in a bathtub at the hospital.
Oh, my God.
Uh. Barnes wants to talk to you.
[DOOR OPENS]
Have yourself a shower. I'll wait for you outside.
Yeah.
Eh. Make it a fast one, okay?
[DOOR SLAMS SHUT]
Son of a bitch is lying.
I can smell it, I know it. but he won't admit it.
What would he lie about?
He knows where Johnny Venuti is, but he won't tell me.
What about Johnny?He's gone.
Either he or this one here murdered Laura,
and I'm going to nail one or the other
if I have to tear 'em both to bits.
Murdered Laura?Coroner phoned.
Wasn't an accident, somebody held her under.
Not me. Not me, Dr. Ross. And not Johnny.
We was playing cards the way we always do.
Why did Johnny run, Bubba?
When we seen Laura's body, he just took off.
But he'll be back, Dr. Ross, he always comes back.
Always?BUBBA: Yes.
Sometimes he goes and picks up a girl
or goes to a movie downtown.
And I cover for him sometimes but not now.
I don't know where he's at.
Wheeler, put out an A.P.B. on Johnny Venuti.
Where you going, Ross?PETER: To find Johnny.
Wheeler.
You owe me.What do you mean?
Nobody but you, Barnes and I know what happened
during Henry Owen's interrogation.
Did Owen, uh...
He did.
It wasn't me. Barnes set it up.
The commissioner will find you equally guilty.
You trying to blackmail me? That's a pretty serious offense.
So is mistreating a prisoner.
What do you want?I want half an hour
before you put out that A.P.B.
I want to find Venuti myself.
You got 15 minutes.
I'll be delayed, Jenny. I'll be there soon as I can.
Anything more about Laura?
PETER: Barnes wants to question Johnny but they can't find him.
I want to find him first. Peter!
Jenny, just wait till I get there.
Jenny?
I'll be right here.
[CELL PHONE DISCONNECTS]
[CELL PHONE BUZZING]
Yeah? Didn't give his name?
Says it's a friend.
I'm sure it is.
Yeah. Put him through.
Hello.
Johnny, it's okay. We'll straighten it out.
I want you to meet me at Jenny St. Clair's.
That's right.
The address is 1418 North Oak Street...
third floor.
Now, don't let anybody see you go in.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Who is it?JOHNNY: It's me, Johnny Venuti.
JENNY: Who? JOHNNY: Hey, come on. Johnny Venuti.
JENNY: What do you want?
JOHNNY: Dr. Ross, um, told me to come here.
Hey, come on. Open up. Please.
JENNY: Okay. Okay, hold on.
[BREATHES DEEPLY]
Come in.
Are you, uh, all right?
I really done it to myself.
Think I'm going to have to, uh...
go back and finish my sentence.
But, uh, I can't.
I can't. I'd kill myself first. I'm not kidding.
JENNY: Uh. Don't worry, please.
Why not you sit down?
I don't feel so good.
I think I'm going to be sick.
See, I'm no good.
I'm bad.
- No, I wouldn't say you were bad. - JOHNNY: Yes.
I always-- I always been bad.
Bubba's good.
I never had-- I never had the, uh...
guts for armed robbery or nothing like that.
Cars is more my thing. I don't--
I don't think nothing of stealing cars.
You hear what happened to Laura?
Yeah, I heard.
Yeah, she...
[SNIFFLES] ...she was real good, you know?
Gave me a funny feeling, though, you know? When I, uh...
I, uh...
I saw her body...
underneath that sheet.
I don't know.
It was like...
it was like Bubba and me was next.
Oh, God Almighty. Come on Doc, I can't wait all night!
Um. I'm sure he's coming as fast as he can.[TIRES SCREECHING]
JOHNNY: Oh, Jesus.
What? What?Did you call the cops?
No!Did you?
No!
[SOBS]
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
BARNES: What floor is she on?JOE: Uh. Third, I think.
BARNES: Jesus!
Um, somebody stop the elevator please.
JOHNNY: Stop the elevator, somebody!
Somebody, please stop the elevator!
Somebody, please stop the elevator! Stop it.
Dr. Ross, help me, please! Somebody, help me!
Oh, God!
Hey, please! Help me! Help me!
Stop the elevator! Somebody! Please!
Stop the elevator! Please, somebody! Please!
Stop it! Help, please! Stop the elevator!
No! [SCREAMS][JENNY SCREAMING]
[SCREAMS]
BARNES: Officer, call an ambulance!
Ross, is that you?PETER: Yes.
Get up here!
So, Ross telephoned you
and told you about Laura's death.
He also said that Johnny was missing,
and that he was going to try and find him.
About 20 minutes later, Johnny arrived at your apartment
saying Ross had told him to come and wait for him.
Yes, I've told you all that before.
That's the extent of your involvement?
Yes.
Very well, Miss St. Clair. Now, Doctor...
after leaving the hospital,
how long before Venuti phoned you?
Five or ten minutes. I-- I took the call in my car.
Who put him through?The call service.
They said it was a friend of mine.
I guessed who it was.Mm-hmm.
Why were you so late arriving at Miss St. Claire's?
You should have been there before us.
Maybe you were.I'd hoped to be.
I wanted to take Johnny to the hospital. [CLEARS THROAT]
I got stopped running a light.
You were an officer in Vietnam?
Along with a couple hundred-thousand others.
You had instruction in demolition.
You could have killed Barbara.
Are you accusing me of murder?
Who the hell knows what you were saying to Henry?
You could have said or done something up there
something we couldn't see or hear.
You could have murdered Laura.[EXHALES SHARPLY]
You've been in and out of the patients' room so often,
the warden no longer notices you.
In fact, no one could say when they'd last
seen you in the corridor. No one.
Oh, you know where I was.
BARNES: Oh, yes, yes, yes. The hockey rink.
And conveniently, the attendant didn't see you arrive.
So I don't know when you got there.
Are you accusing me of murder?
Is this your gun?PETER: You know damn well it is.
Why do you keep it in the hospital?
Where else should I keep it?
You guys have been telling me someone's trying to kill me.
It was my sidearm in the service.
I'm sure you've checked the serial and know all that.
Something about this whole thing smells to high heaven.
I know it. I sense it. I feel it.
All your alibis are a little too pat.
I'd arrest you... except for one thing.
There's no motive. All that's lacking...
is a motive. There's none I can see.
You arrogant, unconscionable bastard.
When you discover the motive...
let me be first to know.
[DOOR CLOSES]
I'll get right to the point, Peter.
Your program's finished.
There will be no further experiments
with implosion therapy in this hospital.
I'm sorry.
Peter, I think I can speak for all of us.
We're just as disappointed as you are.
But I'm sure you'll have other opportunities.
There'll be other hospitals, other universities.
Let me reassure you that nothing negative
need be said about this.
We intend to keep as low a profile as possible.
How's Bubba?
He had to be medicated last night. He's sleeping now.
The warden's sending a man down to pick him up.
He'll be back in prison this evening.
[INHALES, EXHALES DEEPLY] I'll go see if he's awake.
No more treatments, Peter. You're shut down.
You've made yourself perfectly clear, Dr. Clegg.
Certainly you don't object if I go and say goodbye?
Well, the press is waiting.
Would you like to be present?
No.
Thank you.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER P.A.]
Sergeant, go and check and see what time they're coming.
Yeah.
CLEGG: Thank you, Inspector, Sergeant.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Yes?
I was looking for Peter. Am I in the wrong office?
No.
Come in.
I didn't know you shared an office.
We don't.
Those his files?
Yes, I was just about to glance through them.
With or without his permission?
Look, Miss St. Clair...
there's no reason for you and I to be enemies.
My fondness for Peter in no way affects your relationship.
He's deeply attached to you.And I to him.
Well, what are you searching for?
Peter won't mind.
I thought I might find some hint, some clue
as to what's been happening
that Peter may have overlooked in his records.
Four out of five patients in this project are dead.
Now, the death's must link up somehow.
And do they?
You walked in on me before I had a chance to find out.
Where is Peter?
He went down to see Bubba King to say goodbye.
Say goodbye?Yes.
He's finished here.
[EXHALES] Yeah.
Yeah, I thought that would happen.
Tell me...
How was Peter last night?
Johnny's death must have affected him terribly.
But I'm sure he didn't show it.
Ah... that magnificent detachment.
As doctor he has to remain objective. You know that.
But in his personal life, he does show it. I've seen it.
I saw it when he told me about the death of his sister.
I didn't even know he had one.
Yes, well, he did.
She, um... she drowned.
He tried to save her, but he couldn't.
How old was he at the time?
Uh... Seven, I think.
That's why he's afraid of water.
When his father threw him in, forcing him to swim,
he must have seen it as punishment.
He must have seen it as punishment.
As if his father wanted him to drown too.
He blames himself for his sister's death.
He feels like a criminal.
His patients are criminals.
And they're guilty too.
And if he...
fails...
and if he can't cure them...What are you saying?
Where's Bubba's King's room? I wanna talk to Peter.
Where's Bubba's room?
One floor down.
[DOOR CLOSES]
Uh. Could you tell me where Bubba King's room is, please?
Well, actually, I'm looking for Dr. Ross.
Dr. Ross has taken Mr. King to the treatment room.
Room 111, down the hall.Okay, thank you.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
JENNY: Peter?
Peter?PETER: Jenny, what a nice surprise.
You all right?Everything's fine.
I thought you might be depressed, or feeling--PETER: Nonsense.
What's happened is for the best.
I'm ready to move on.
Well, I'm glad to hear that.
PETER: What do you think about Houston?
What do you mean?Well, I think it would suit.
It's got great hospitals, good clinics,
handsome endowment fund.
I could do my experiments,
lecture at some of the more important hospitals...
[Chuckles] I don't know, Peter.PETER: Well, I do.
I think that we could find a wonderful house
with a big backyard--
probably even strike oil. [CHUCKLES][CHUCKLES]
You are mad, you. You know that. [CHUCKLES]
[SIGHS] Where's Bubba? You finished his treatment?
Bubba. He's here.
JENNY: My God.
What happened to him?[RATTLESNAKE RATTLING]
Is that a rattlesnake?
Peter.
[PANTS] Peter, what happened?
I had to punish them.[JENNY SOBBING]
Pu-- punished?
I'd planned his death differently, but...
he was being taken away from me.
Thought of letting him go...
but that would've been unfair to the others.
They had to be punished, too.
[SOBS] Peter, you don't know what you're saying.
But they were weighed in the balance and found guilty.
[SOBS]PETER: Guilty.
I gave them the chance.
I built this room for them, I gave them their rooms,
I gave them screens, the images.
They wouldn't get better.
I tried.
[CHUCKLES] God knows I tried...
but they wouldn't be cured.
They wouldn't swim, so they had to drown.
I won't listen to you. [SCREAMS] No! No!
[BREATHES HEAVILY] You will listen.
[SOBS]
I had a baby sister once.[SOBS]
I can never remember her name.
She died when I was...
seven.[SOBS]
She drowned in the family pool.
I couldn't get to her in time.
[RATTLESNAKE RATTLING]
I bagged that rattler for Bubba myself, months ago.
And I've waited, and I've planned ever since.
I kept that snake well-hidden.
But in this exigency...
I'd have preferred to have done it the way I wanted...
five airtight alibis.
[SIGHS]
[SOBS] No. No, no, Peter, please! No...
All I had to say to Henry was look down...
and Laura trusted me.[JENNY SOBBING]
Peter...
give me the gun, please.
I'm not gonna spend the rest of my life
in a chemical straitjacket.
[GUNSHOT][GASPS, SOBS]
[JENNY SOBBING]
[SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING]
[JENNY SOBBING]
JENNY: No.