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Elwell?

- I am Rodney Elwell. Do you wish to see me?
- Pickett.

- I beg your pardon?
- Sarah Pickett.

Quite so. Your name.
In any case, I'm late for class...

- They said for me to come right away.
- Who said?

- The agency.
- The agency? What...

Oh, of course. The detective agency.
Sergeant Coonan.

- Yes. Come in. Come in.
- If I come in, does the door get closed?

- Naturally.
- Then I don't come in.

- Why not?
- You know why not. You're grown up.

- My dear Mrs. Pickett...
- Miss Pickett. And don't butter me up.

I have conducted my affairs
behind closed doors for 20 years.

Not with me.

You overestimate both of us.
Have it your way.

Ah, yes, here we are.

You are Rebecca Pickett.
Is that correct?

Sarah Pickett.

Quite so. Sarah.

Rebecca Pickett is my grandma.

- Was your grandma.
- She still is. She's 103.

- Interesting.
- She's a liar.

- Possibly.
- 108 if she's a day.

Probably.

Miss Sarah Pickett,
you were engaged some 15 years ago...

- by one Noah Praetorius as his housekeeper?
- That's right.

- Where?
- Goose Creek, where I come from.

Goose Creek. Goose Creek is
a little village way downstate, is it not?

- Way back in the hills.
- And at that time...

what was the profession
of this Praetorius?

- He was a doc.
- A doc?

- He healed people.
- How?

If I knew how,
I'd be a doc myself.

I mean, what were
his methods of treatment?

Well, some healers use one thing
and some use another...

but Doc Praetorius
used them all.

Once he'd give a powder,
sometimes syrup...

sometimes pills,
sometimes a jab with a needle...

and sometimes just talk...

just sit there and talk about
a body's misery...

and talk a body into being well...

like workin' a miracle.

Ah, a miracle worker too, eh?

- Well, if my grandma isn't a miracle, what is?
- Your grandma?

Four times she laid down to die,
and four times he talked her up on her feet.

Told her she was gonna live forever.
Looks like he was right.

Doc, healer, miracle worker...

possible hypnotist.

Check on narcotics administered.

Now, Miss Pickett, are you
completely certain...

that this man's name
was Noah Praetorius?

Would I make up a name like that?

And is this Doc Praetorius
by whom you were employed...

the same man as the famous Dr. Praetorius
of this university and this city?

Doc Praetorius was already as famous
as you can get back in Goose Creek.

He had people coming
from miles around.

But is he now the famous Dr. Praetorius?

When you say "doctor",
do you mean school doctor, out of books?

- That is precisely what I mean.
- Can't say.

For my part, I wouldn't get caught dead
in a room with one of'em.

Miss Pickett,
I am a school doctor out of books.

That's one reason
why the door is open.

This man...

is he the healer,
the miracle worker?

- Is this Doc Praetorius?
- That's him...

only he looked younger
15 years ago.

- We all did.
- Not me.

We come now, Miss Pickett,
to the most important subject of all.

What can you tell me
about a man named...

Shunderson?

- Who did you say?
- Shunderson.

- [Rings]
- Hello.

It's, uh... It's Hoskins,
Professor Elwell.

Well, in case, perhaps,
Professor Elwell, you'd forgotten...

the class is still waiting.

Oh. Yes, Professor.
Of course.

No, no, no. Not at all.
It... It's just that, well, uh...

Dr. Praetorius
is also waiting to see you.

Dr. Praetorius?

To see me? Well.

Well, he'll have to wait too.

But not for long,
eh, Miss Pickett?

- What's the matter with you?
- What's in this for me, Professor Elwell?

I thought that Sergeant Coonan
had made it quite clear.

He said you wanted some
information from me...

but also that you were
going to give me a job.

- That's right.
- What kind of a job?

In the dissecting room
as a sort of a housekeeper.

What I want to know is
will the job be worth it?

Will the job be worth what,
Miss Pickett?

- Shunderson.
- Tell me about him.

I didn't know very much.
Nobody did.

Tell me everything you knew
or heard, every detail.

You're a professor, and it's hard to make you
understand anything that ain't in a book.

Well, most of what goes on
in the world ain't in a book.

Spare me your philosophy.
What about Shunderson?

To begin with, we used
to call him the Bat.

Hmm. Did it ever occur to you, Shunderson,
that skeletons always laugh?

Now, why?

Why should a man die
and then laugh for the rest of eternity?

- What news, Uriah?
- I've just spoken with Professor Elwell, Doctor.

He regrets exceedingly
that he is unavoidably detained.

A meaningless phrase
which could signify...

anything from oversleeping
to being arrested for malpractice.

I've never known the professor
to be late before.

Hmm, he'd be the last
to tolerate it in anyone else.

Ah, it saddens me, Uriah.
An unmistakable symptom of human weakness.

Professor Elwell
of all men.

[Chattering]

[Gasps]

Have you your notebooks ready?

I would be quite unable to give
the lecture you came to hear...

and I'm not sure you should hear
the lecture I'd like to give.

Well, we want to hear
anything you've got to say, Dr. Praetorius.

That's very flattering.
Thank you.

We thank you.
The cadaver and I.

A cadaver in a classroom.

As students of medicine,
it's important at the outset...

that you realize that a cadaver in a classroom
is not a dead human being.

I don't understand that, Doctor.

Anatomy is more or less
the study of the human body.

The human body is not
necessarily the human being.

Here lies a cadaver.

The fact that she was, not long ago,
a living, warm, lovely young girl...

is oflittle consequence
in this classroom.

You will not be required to dissect
and examine the love that was in her...

or the hate...

or the hope, despair,
memories and desires...

that motivated every
moment of her existence.

They ceased to exist
when she ceased to exist.

Instead, for weeks
and months to come...

you will dissect, examine
and identify her organs...

bones, muscles, tissues
and so on, one by one.

And these you will
faithfully record in your notebooks.

And when the notebooks are filled...

you will know all about this cadaver...

that the medical profession
requires you to know.

Oh! Oh!

[All Chattering]

Get back. Get back!

- [Man] Is she all right?
- [Man #2] Don't touch her.

Quiet down. Quiet down.

A group of Cub Scouts would know better
than to crowd like this. Back up.

Have you any idea
why you fainted?

Have you ever fainted before?

- How do you feel?
- Silly.

I think you better tell a doctor about this.
There may be a reason.

Can you get up now?

Good.

Perhaps you'd better go somewhere
and relax. You go with her.

And, you know, if you insist upon
studying anatomy...

I suggest you do not sit on the aisle.

Have a candy.

Thank you.

- Oh, you're not leaving, Doctor?
- Yes, Uriah.

And please give my thanks
to Professor Elwell for the use of the hall.

- It's been fun.
- I can't understand his not being here.

- It's most unusual.
- It's an unusual world, Uriah.

I understand I've kept you waiting.
Please forgive me.

It was most urgent business.

My business, on the other hand,
was the idlest of curiosity.

- You were going to let me know
about a tumor you'd found.
- Ah, yes.

A malignant dysgerminoma.

Professor Elwell, you are the only man I know
who can say "malignant..."

the way other people say "bingo."

A malignant dysgerminoma.

- Good day, Professor Elwell.
- Good day.

- Coming back in?
- Mm-mmm.

- Aren't you going back at all?
- Mm-mmm.

Are you going to see a doctor?

I guess so.

- Good morning, Dr. Praetorius.
- Good morning.

Run another test. How was she
when you made this one? Depressed?

- Cried all through it.
- When you run it again, call me.
We'll have a laugh...

through the next one, see what happens
with different emotional factors.

- Well, if you like.
- Dr. Praetorius...

a problem's come up
about Mrs. Bixby.

Mrs. Bixby? I thought
she was doing well.

She's nearly ready to go home,
but she wants to take her gallbladder with her.

I think that's quite touching.
Let her have it.

You know we don't keep gallbladders
lying about once they've been removed.

Mrs. Pegwhistle, it's highly unlikely
that Mrs. Bixby would recognize her own.

So why don't you just give her
any old gallbladder and make her happy.

Doctor, unless all of the patients
are served breakfast at the same time...

I cannot operate the kitchen
with our present personnel.

- Then hire more people.
- But it is common practice in hospitals...

Miss Filmore, in my clinic no patient shall be
wakened from a health-giving sleep...

and forced to eat breakfast at a time
which pleases the culinary union.

But in the interest
of good economy...

Bad therapy is never good economy.
If you must economize...

do it in the doctors'
dining room.

And I will not have the patients bathed
at the stroke of a gong...

for the convenience
of the nurses.

One of the reasons for my founding
this clinic is a firm conviction...

- that patients are sick people, not inmates.
- Of course, Dr. Praetorius.

I'll bet I know
what you're thinking.

"Here comes Dr. Happiness,
the good humor man.

If he tries to cheer me up, so help me,
I'll hit him with an ice bag." Right?

- Wrong.
- Not that I blame you.

One of the few pleasures of being sick
is the right to feel good and miserable.

Don't let any doctor
tell you differently.

I was thinking, it's not much fun
when you get to be old.

It's less fun
if you don't get to be old.

- I want to die.
- You'd like that, wouldn't you?

Just lie around in a coffin
all day with nothing to do.

- How was last night?
- Just fine, Doctor.

Well, if we have another
good night tonight...

maybe tomorrow morning we'll go back
into surgery and take another look.

Doctor, does it hurt
when you die?

Not a bit.
Where'd you get that idea?

They tell me
there's so much pain.

Oh. Did anyone who actually died
ever tell you that?

[Chuckles]
Of course not.

Well, there, you see?

All this silly gossip
about dying.

You know, I nearly died once.
When I was a kid.

The doctors gave me up
for lost.

The nerve of some doctors
giving people up for lost...

as though they'd found them
in the first place.

Anyway, I was dying.
And I was in a coma.

- You know how it felt?
- No. How?

[Sighs]
It was winter at the time.

And I felt as if I was flying
very slowly in a sled...

high up in the sky.

And the world below was covered
in snow and ice and bitter cold.

But I was warm and cozy
in the back of the sled...

wrapped in an ermine blanket.

And then I came out of the coma.
I came back to life.

- How'd you feel?
- Awful.

I had a splitting headache,
and I vomited for three days.

I've never felt as good being alive
as I did when I was dying.

[Chuckles] You certainly make dying
a pleasure, Dr. Praetorius.

Well, we'll keep that
our little secret, shall we?

I wouldn't want that
to get around.

Doctor? Are you
feeling all right?

Just my usual twilight sadness.

Did it ever strike you that days die
pretty much the way people do...

fighting for every last minute of light
before they give up to the dark?

You think about
the strangest things, Doctor.

It's my unbalanced diet.

- Who's waiting?
- Just one patient left. Mrs., uh... Mrs. Higgins.

She was in earlier today.
You had Dr. Beecham run a test...

- I know.
- And told her to come back.

- Here's the laboratory report.
- Thank you.

Well, the day will die
on a happy note at any rate.

Have Mrs. Higgins come in.

Mrs. Higgins.

Pardon me for getting up. It's the only exercise
I take. Sit down, won't you?

Mrs. Higgins, as a doctor it's my duty,
if at all possible...

to find something for you
to worry about.

However, I cannot repudiate
a laboratory report such as I hold in my hand.

Mrs. Higgins, you have
nothing to worry about.

- You mean everything is all right?
- Perfect.

Then the fainting this morning,
it didn't mean a thing, did it?

Nothing out of the ordinary.
You might eat lightly, however...

on the days
you dissect cadavers.

Oh, that.
I've given that up.

I wasn't really a medical student anyway,
just sitting in on some courses.

Well, I imagine it'll be more fun
just sitting home with Mr. Higgins.

Yes. Yes, it will be. I can't say
how grateful I am to you, Dr. Praetorius.

For just a routine examination?
After all, I didn't exactly save your life.

- Thank you anyway.
- Not at all.

Uh, Mrs. Higgins, don't forget
to have Miss James...

give you another appointment
in about a month.

In about a month?
To see you?

Of course, if you can afford it, it might be
preferable to have a regular obstetrician.

In that case, there are several
I'd be pleased to recommend.

But... But didn't you say
that I had nothing to worry about...

that everything
was all right?

It couldn't be any better, Mrs. Higgins.
You're pregnant.

Are you sure? I mean,
couldn't there be some mistake?

There's always
a possibility of error.

However, with a result as positive as this,
that possibility is remote.

After all, it wasn't a very thorough test.
I mean, it only took a couple of hours.

- I... I thought, in order to be
sure, you had to wait weeks.
- Not anymore.

Nowadays we find out about everything
a lot more quickly than we used to.

About life and even about death.

Well, they used to use a little pink rabbit
for the pregnancy test...

but now they use a frog.

Not nearly as cute,
but it's a lot faster.

Only two hours
and just as certain.

The name of the frog,
by the way, is Rana pipiens.

It sounds like a movie star,
doesn't it?

You're not married.

- What about the baby's father?
- It has no father.

If that were true, it'd be the first time
in the annals of biology.

- I have no husband.
- But when he knows about the baby...

He'll never know.
I got a telegram the other day.

The other day.
It seems as if he left just the other day.

Seems as if we met just the other day.
It's all such a crazy, mixed-up nightmare.

He was in the reserve...
the medical corps.

That's why I took the courses.
When he came back and we were married, l...

I wanted to know
something about his work.

- When did he leave?
- Six weeks ago. Or was it five?

How right you are, Doctor.
How quick we've become with life and death.

- And had you known him long?
- No. Not even that.

Not even long enough
to be sure... either of us.

You're not permitted enough time
these days to be sure of anything.

And then when he had to go and we had to
say good-bye, I was suddenly afraid.

I wanted to prove to myself
and to him that I wasn't afraid!

Hmm.

The frightening things we do sometimes
when we're afraid to be afraid.

Sit down, why don't you.

- What are you afraid of now?
- I'm not.

Then stop behaving as if fear were
something to be ashamed of.

Stop being such a pompous know-it-all!
You don't know what I'm crying about.

- Do you?
- Yes!

Miss Higgins... I can't call you Miss Higgins.
What's your first name?

- Deborah.
- Blow your nose.

There's tissue in the top drawer.

No, no. Here.

I can't speak with
as much assurance as I usually do...

because you've just called me
a pompous know-it-all.

- I'm sorry.
- Don't be. I do get pompous...

but I'm really not
a know-it-all.

- As a matter of fact, right now I'm confused.
- By what?

Well, it seems to me that if you were crying
because of the father of your baby...

the time for you to cry would have been
when you thought you weren't pregnant...

not now that you know you are.

Isn't that so?

So he isn't the reason.

No, he isn't.

Then were you crying
because you're afraid for yourself...

- afraid of what people will say?
- No.

Are you sure?

Society has a strict set of rules
about that sort of thing...

the bylaws of
our social corporation.

You violated
section "A," article one.

That can bring heavy penalties,
up to and including expulsion.

You really think
I'm a coward, don't you?

- Are you?
- No.

Which brings us
to the party of the third part... the baby.

Were you crying
because of the baby?

You can't say there won't be time enough
for you to love your baby...

and, if you're a good mother,
to have it love you.

It is the baby
you're afraid of.

- In a way.
- Don't you want it?

Of course I do, but I can't have it.
I just can't have it.

Why not?
Why not, Deborah?

You couldn't understand.

I could try.

Because of my father.

You can never tell
about fathers.

They can be suddenly understanding
at the most unexpected times.

He's the most understanding
and most gentle man in the world.

- Well, then?
- I'm all he's got.

If he knew about this,
it would kill him.

Oh. Well, if you're all he's got...

- then the baby will give him
just that much more.
- He couldn't live if he knew.

Deborah, no man could be as gentle
and understanding as you say...

and still so deeply
prejudiced that...

It's got nothing to do with prejudice.

Then what has it to do with?

Perhaps...
This is only a suggestion...

- but perhaps if I were to tell him.
- No.

- It's possible I could put it
to him in such a way that...
- No, please.

It's very kind of you,
but you mustn't even consider it.

Dr. Praetorius, believe me,
if you did see my father...

you couldn't tell him about me.

Even you wouldn't know how.

And if you did,
you wouldn't have the heart.

Thanks just the same.

What are you going to do?

I don't know.

You had a pretty good idea, didn't you,
even before you came to see me...

- that you were having a baby?
- I wasn't sure.

Tell me, of all the doctors you could have
gone to, why did you pick me?

There wasn't anyone else I could...

Well, when you talked
to us this morning...

- I felt suddenly that
you could help me somehow.
- How?

You seem to care so much more about people
than just any doctor would and so...

So you came to me for help, and all I did was...
talk to you some more.

There is nothing I wanted from you,
Dr. Praetorius...

- that would have affected
your conscience in any way.
- Not even the tiniest hope...

that, uh, perhaps, for
your father's peace of mind...

I wouldn't want to buy my father's
peace of mind at the cost of yours.

[Door Opens, Closes]

- Did Miss Higgins make another appointment?
- Miss Higgins?

Sorry. I meant
Mrs. Higgins, of course.

No, Doctor.
She left without saying a word.

Sometimes, Shunderson, it seems to me
that half the women who come in here...

want babies they can't have
and that the other half...

She's old enough to know what she's doing
and to take what's coming to her.

I never want to hear you say anything
as idiotic and heartless as that again.

- But, Doctor...
- For one thing, you're a nurse.
And for another, you're a woman.

- I'm ashamed of both of you.
- [Gunshot]

Have her taken to
the nearest treatment room.

You prepare her yourself.

Left side, flesh wound.
Doesn't look too bad.

- Get Billings for intravenous anesthesia.
- Yes, Doctor.

- [Praetorius] Thank you, Billings.
- Yes, Doctor.

Shall I have her taken
to the ward, Doctor?

Yes, and get some blankets, please.

- Is it bad?
- It's a good thing most people...

haven't the foggiest notion
where the heart is actually located.

- She didn't even come close.
- Why'd she try to kill herself?

Oh, I imagine, Shunderson,
that when people need help the most...

it must sometimes seem as if
they're all alone in the world.

Isn't that true?

Then she'll try it again.

She's still all alone,
and if there's still nobody to help her...

she'll try it again.

## [Classical: "Academic Festival Overture"]

#[Continues]

#[Continues, Faint]

And so into the mixed chorus.

- How are they coming along?
- Just fine, Dr. Praetorius.

- They're ready to start with you any time now.
- Good. The sooner the better.

Set the first full rehearsal
for next week.

Well, tonight for the first time,
your attack was not premedical.

- [Men Chuckling]
- The horns did not sound
as if they'd been sterilized.

- [Laughter]
- The second fiddles still pull a little.

You're still inclined to regard the strings
as catgut for sewing...

- rather than for playing.
- [Laughter]

And as for the gentleman
on the third bull fiddle...

Professor Barker,
is there any reason...

why you, Professor Barker...

who live so intimately with millions
of neutrons and know them all by name...

cannot maintain a simple beat
on a bull fiddle?

Are you referring to me?

I do not mean to impugn
your academic standing, of course.

My dear Dr. Praetorius,
I would willingly entrust the life of my sister...

to your skill as a gynecologist...

but I would not let you conduct
my three-year-old nephew to the bathroom.

The point is that I am the conductor
and you pay no attention to me.

- I do pay attention.
- Very well. We shall see.

Start at letter "B," please, Professor Barker.
Just your part alone.

It's going to sound
a little silly.

After all, the bass viol
is not a solo instrument.

On the contrary.
For one, Serge Koussevitzky has concertized...

as a virtuoso
of the bass viol.

- Look who's talking about Koussevitzky.
- [Laughter]

Ready?

Tell me, Professor,
do the neutrons bombard the electrons...

or do the electrons do it to the neutrons?

[Laughter]

[Laughter Continues]

Same time next week.
Thank you and good night, all.

You drive my car home.
I'll ride with Professor Barker.

Oh, and leave the knockwurst and the rest
on the kitchen table. I'll cook them.

I don't want you to wait up.

You'll make me very unhappy
if you don't go straight to bed.

He gets up before I do
and won't go to bed till I'm asleep.

I keep forgetting he can't stand
these long hours anymore.

Noah, there's something
I want to talk to you about.

Noah, there's something
I want to talk to you about.

- Here and now?
- While it's fresh on my mind.

Just for a minute.
Sit down.

You behave as if
you were about to propose.

Noah, one of the differences
between matter and mankind is...

that in matter
all relationships can be stated...

whereas between people they can
rarely be put into words.

- Granted.
- I want you to know that I am
your good and devoted friend.

I've been aware of that for some time.
And I am yours.

Therefore I have the right
to point out to you...

that there are occasions when you behave
like a cephalic idiot.

Also granted.
Any particular occasion?

Out of a universe
full of time and space...

only you could pick
Rodney Elwell's anatomy class.

Ah, the good word gets around,
doesn't it?

Don't take this lightly, Noah.
There's been trouble brewing.

- Talk of rummaging about in your past.
- Let them rummage.

- They're spitting into the wind.
- And all this talk about charges and whatnot...

of an investigation.

Noah, as a friend, tell me,
can Elwell dig up anything in your past...

that would conceivably
discredit you enough to justify...

say, a hearing before
a faculty committee?

How much discredit is enough?

I've known you intimately for 10 years,
and I can't even guess what you were up to...

- the day before I met you.
- Suppose I told you all.

- Could it affect our friendship?
- Of course not.

I'm glad to hear that. It's not much to have
a friend who knows all about you...

but one who's a friend
even though he's not quite sure...

that's worth having.

Then will you tell me
just this?

- About the Bat.
- The Bat?

I thought you knew
that's what they call him.

- Shunderson.
- Who calls him that?

Why, the students,
the faculty...

even the staff
at your own clinic.

No, I didn't know.
It's not a proper name for him.

- Noah, who is he?
- A man named Shunderson.

Where does he come from? Why is he with you
day and night, everywhere you go?

I have no right to tell even you
anything about Mr. Shunderson.

Can Elwell uncover something
about his past...

or yours or both that he can
use to make trouble?

That depends.

Drop me by the clinic first, will you?
I want to look in on a patient.

Don't turn the light on, please.

- You've been crying again.
- That doesn't necessarily follow.

Well, it's a pretty good guess
when a woman wants the light kept off.

Either that
or her face isn't on.

I don't mind being seen
without makeup.

I don't mind seeing you
without makeup.

You know all about women,
don't you?

- Not nearly enough.
- I don't mean just as a doctor.

Not even as a doctor.

Deborah, I, uh...
I've got something to tell you.

- And as a pompous know-it-all...
- I didn't mean that even when I said it.

As a pompous know-it-all,
it isn't going to be easy.

But do you remember the remote possibility
that I thought could never occur...