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Oh, bullshit.

Is that the only way to express yourself?

Yeah, babe.

It does sound very effeminate.

I'm feminine, my ass.

To you, all girls should look like Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm.

No, sugar.

Just as long as she's not a turn -off bitch, she'll be.

My goodness.

Are we going to start fighting amongst ourselves?

How can you stand the smell of men?

Those hairy bodies.

I think you're both disgusting.

Right there. You eat, baby.

Ah, drop dead.

Yes, I sometimes wish for death.

If only for the knowledge that both of you would probably die along with me.

Hello, madam. If you can spare me one minute of your time, I guarantee I can

save you hours in tedious housework. I have with me one of the greatest

inventions ever made. Please, and the moment is the only thing I shall solicit

from you. And again, the moment can multiply an hour saved for you in

housework. But it must be seen to be believed.

It will fascinate you. It will enthrall you. You will never be troubled again.

Just look, ma 'am. Have you ever seen anything like this?

And it also has an extra added feature. It turns into a humidifier.

It filters the air you breathe.

Well, I am having trouble with my vacuum cleaner.

You will never be troubled again.

Oh,

there it

is.

I assure you, madam, this machine is trouble -free and it comes with a year

guarantee. Now to continue the demonstration.

Full swivel operation with no tipping or hose kinking.

Integrated accessory carriers let attachments travel with you.

Its giant all -steel tank holds heaps of dry trash.

Okay, madam, for the ultimate demonstration now, don't think I'm

See this, Derek? This machine has incredible sucking power.

They can suck up anything. Just watch this, madam.

It comes with enough accessories to handle any cleanup project.

With a long -life cleanable filter, it cleans easily, allows continuous wet

operation, no switching or adjust.

No job is too tough, too messy, too delicate, or too soggy for this

jet -action vacuum cleaner. Long drain, fine carpets and upholstery, even the

family pets.

Madam, I'd like to direct your attention again to the tremendous sucking power.

Oh, that baby.

You appreciate putting it on for him, huh?

Yeah.

Sure.

In stone?

Or in warm flesh?

Well, come here, you stupid jerk.

That's better.

Well, touch me.

Now kiss.

Oh, baby, I knew you could turn me on.

Well,

here's the old homestead.

I haven't seen Sylvia since her parents died.

Nice and peaceful, like you said.

But I hope there are some young neighbors who are interested in a

of peace.

Julia, crazy.

Sylvia hasn't been through well.

Strange, strange letters.

Oh, well, she may be napping.

Don't.

Don't. Don't.

Oh,

yeah, that's better.

Oh, yeah.

Now, now just relax, baby, and I'll do you.

Yeah, just relax.

Your sainted cousin?

You had me believing it.

That's a swinging saint, baby.

Sheila, she's not like that. I just can't believe it. She's really not like

that. Oh, come on. What's the big deal? If you weren't such a prude, you'd be

hip to what's going on.

Why all the kids on campus swing except you?

What's wrong with it?

Even girls making it with each other. Or boys.

It's today's thing.

Do you feel strong affection?

Would you shut up?

You love my sweet red lips on your cock.

Tell me, you love it, huh?

Uh -huh.

Well, I love it too. And you're going to do me after I do you.

Yeah, I'll do you.

Oh, baby.

Oh, I love it. I love it.

Oh, yeah.

Oh,

right there. Right there.

I love you, Tom.

Hmm.

Can't say I blame her

Who

is

she?

She's Sylvia.

Oh, Toby.

Toby. Toby.

Toby.

I'm so happy to see you. I missed you so much.

Oh, this is Sheila, my campus buddy. I just brought her along to visit for a

couple of weeks.

Hello, Sheila. Welcome.

It'll be nice having you.

How are you feeling?

Oh, not well. Not well at all. But let's not talk about me right now. You want

to freshen up. Why don't you show Sheila to her room and I'll rustle up some

lunch.

Doesn't the medication help?

Oh, it temporarily alleviates the headache, but Dr.

Raphael said that medication can't really help me.

He says my illness is of psychological origin.

Nothing like a warm shout.

I think I'll take a nap, okay?

I suggest we all take a nap.

I mean, two of you with that, uh, long bra.

Good, good.

Add some cocoa on it.

It'll help to, uh, relax us. Thanks, Sylvia, you're a pal.

That's exactly what I am.

Here. Something the matter?

I don't know.

Look, maybe she just likes to swing a little.

You should try it. You'll like it.

No, it's more than that.

Here. This will suit us.

Make it easier to see us.

Thank you, Phoebe.

All right, Pam.

Off to the sack.

Nice long nap.

Phil?

I know, dear.

We have so much to talk about, and we will.

after our nap.

Come now.

Drink your cocoa.

Drink it all up.

It will help to relax you.

Come on.

Drink it up now. It will help you sleep.

Have some drinks.

Who are you?

Hi, Junior.

I'm Tony.

Tony? Oh, it's you.

You scared the hell out of me.

Oh, crap.

Could I have some?

Sure, baby.

Sylvia, you are a chick after my own heart.

Hey, I ain't that dowdy fanatic, Sylvia.

I'm Tony.

Okay.

I was just going to mention that you and that stud balling it up really turned

me on.

That was Mona.

She's crazy, that pig.

Huh.

I know I'm getting high, but that must be extra strong stuff.

Take it.

Okay, okay.

Mona's a pig and she's man crazy.

But correct me if I'm wrong.

You tell me.

swing both ways, don't you?

Baby, only one.

And I think you're adorable.

I think you're out of sight.

What about Toby?

Ah, don't worry about Toby, baby.

She's in a deep sleep.

Bob could go off. I mean, she's very soft.

And I tell myself it's right to be in your bed

You're the...

As they say in medieval England.

Why are you so quiet?

I haven't seen you in a long time. Yeah?

I didn't expect your parents not to be here.

Oh, yeah.

Badigans and mobs.

You know, when I get home from college, I drive them up the wall with my

constant oratory, attacking dominant social values, etc.

And how about you, my swell little chick?

Are you going to follow in your mommy's footsteps and remain pure?

I do indeed.

Oh, they hatched out of chicken eggs.

You know, Toby, you can't let society mold and shape you to its present image.

There's a spirit of freedom taking hold in the lab.

Believe it or not, it starts to take hold in your parents' day.

With panty raids.

Panty rate?

And as a panty rate phenomenon gained velocity, it triggered a sexual

permissiveness never before seen in preceding generations.

I think I'd like a drink.

I think I'd like to hear more about the Panty Raid phenomenon.

But, uh, not here.

I think I'm going to go show Sylvia the rest of this lovely house.

You could have fooled me.

Okay, sugar.

Not a sneak into a co -ed, Drew.

Steal all her panties.

But... If the co -ed happened to be there... Well...

Then it would take the panties she was wearing.

Most girls went along with this because...

It was just being part of the excitement of those days.

And that, my dear,

is what was called a panty raid.

We try to...

I don't know why.

That's the longest nap in history.

About 18 hours.

I did everything but drown you. You wouldn't budge.

Why, Tony and I... I mean Sylvia.

I've had Tony on my mind. I've been meaning to call Tony.

You know Tony.

Come on, get up.

You've been asleep long enough.

Come on, I have some coffee and pancakes waiting.

I'm sorry, Toby. It's just, the whole thing is just wild.

Good morning,

Toby, Sheila.

Such a beautiful day out. I thought we'd have breakfast on the patio.

You're looking so refreshed after such a long sleep. It's nice to see.

Come on.

What the hell is so funny? I'm sorry, Toby. It's just, well, we got it on last

night.

You too enjoy.

I've already eaten.

Well, I think I'll do the cleaning.

Oh, so we'll help you. No, no, no. I insist.

You're on holiday.

Relax. Enjoy.

Sheila, I'm sorry, but you have to leave.

What? Are you kicking me out?

You make it sound like I deceived you or something.

Deceived me?

I took all of your bullshit in school with a grain of salt, Sheila. But I

handle this.

I cannot handle this with Sylvia because she is not like you think she is.

Oh, shit.

She's not like what you think.

I just want you to know that she came out to my room last night when I was

asleep.

Yes, my dear.

I am strongly inclined to believe she is possessed.

Oh, my God.

Um, would you... Would you recommend exorcism?

Well, in her case, I believe I would. But you must realize that exorcism is a

long and involved process.

Yes.

But please... Not before we fully cover all alternatives.

Alternatives? Yes, there are many ways she can be helped.

Depth psychoanalysis, electric shock, drug -induced shock, and various other

ways. If all else fails, then we will be assured it is demon possession.

Mr. Wavery, please bring me in a copy of Ms. Sylvia Dee's case.

The incident documented in the file I shall give you should be of some help to

the doctor of your choice.

Mr. Waverly, this is Ms. Sylvia Dee's cousin, Toby.

Oh, how are you doing? Very pleased to meet you.

I'm sure that when you review this with your doctor, you will better understand

Mr. Waverly's actions.

And does this happen often?

No.

Only when I'm about to make a special

kind of contact.

I see.

Pardon me.

Yes.

Oh, I am sorry.

Yes, I shall be there as quickly as I can.

Mr. Lavery, please come in quickly.

You must forgive me, Mr. Constant.

I must leave in an emergency. An old friend lives by me.

Please sit. This is important.

Just ask Ms. DeConstante to send the questions and write down her answers.

review them on my retainer.

Yes, Monsignor.

Forgive me.

Well, Mr.

Constant, I've heard about your problem and...

And I know you're a very devout girl.

So if you'd like to, well, feel free to relieve your burden.

You can talk to me and I'll do whatever I can to help you.

Mr. Constance, is something bothering you?

Well, I didn't expect to talk about this sort of thing

to a civilian.

Oh, no, no.

No, I'm a seminarian.

I'm studying to be a priest.

I've been a lay brother for years.

You can talk to me. Believe me.

Is there anything wrong?

You said you are a lay brother?

Yes, yes.

A lay brother?

Yes.

All right, Mr. Wavery.

I shall trust you.

Well, very good. You won't be disappointed.

But first, I must make sure no one will overhear us.

You are a lay brother.

Yes. You are studying to be a priest.

Yes. To be Christ -like.

Well, that's what I'm trying to do. Take the oath of celibacy?

Yes.

Have you ever had sexual union with a woman?

No.

A virgin.

It's written in Revelation 13 that every thousand years the devil is freed from

his chains.

As long as you're alive.

Fuck me, lay brother.

Oh, my God. No, we're going.

Fake. Fake.

I accuse you of rape. Who would believe you? A man's word against Sylvia.

The sweetest host of power.

Won't you burn this?

off now.

Take them off.

Take them off, lay brother.

Take them off.

I'm no good at it, please. I'm no good at it. I can't.

All kindreds and lesions and tongues.

And tongues.

Coochie, please.

Yes. You'll love it. You'll love it. You'll love it. Don't worry.

Don't worry about a thing.

Satanic possession?

My dear Toby, how could a mere general practitioner even attempt an answer to

such a question?

Isn't there a medical explanation?

Or maybe a chemical disturbance?

For severe headaches and general unwell condition.

But there is no organic reason for her illness.

I've even tried the psychosomatic approach.

This radical personality changes.

Severe migraine can cause changes in character.

But Sylvia's case is far beyond that.

Dr. Balaban, one of the most competent specialists in the psychiatric realm,

first agreed with me that she was a possible schizophrenic, split

you know.

And under strict supervision, we tried massive doses of nicotinic acid, a great

aid in some cases.

Association of personality?

Yes. An occurrence more common than we'd like to believe.

Perhaps the more correct term is disintegrated personality.

Disintegrated personality.

My God, that sounds worse. She was always so clean -minded.

Well, Sylvia still is.

And her deep religious beliefs may have played a part in her personality finally

fragment.

And the fragments taken on personalities of their own.

Though in the main, I believe, the true culprit in her case is sex.

In

addition

to the real, original, normal self that was born and intended by nature to be,

She may at any time become any one of three, four, five more personalities.

Oh, my God. And so far, all the entities I have encountered all seem very deeply

involved in sex.

But you said she's still clean, that she's still religious.

Well, Sylvia is.

And though the alternating personalities know about Sylvia, Sylvia does not have

any knowledge of them.

Each alternating consciousness has its own experiences and its own memories.

And so it follows that when they come into existence, they become blanks in

Sylvia's memory.

And so she is never affected by the actions of the others. Oh, my God.

Because nothing of these other lives is known to the main personal stream of

consciousness.

Other lives?

Actions of others?

You make them sound like they, them.

They're real faces, real people.

I'm afraid they are.

Different characteristics, different temperaments, different tastes, and they

have names, self -chosen names.

Let me tell you about Mary.

She is very much like Sylvia, with cleanliness of mind and body foremost,

unlike Sylvia.

Mary does not deny the surging sexual force within her. She would like to

have children, and has, in fact, found a man who cherishes her.

Mary. Mary, you promised me you would think about it from my point of view.

You said you wanted to prepare yourself for it. You let me believe.

I know, Ben.

It's just... It's just that... Well, it's sinful

before marriage.

Then why aren't we married?

Why do you keep putting it off?

You know how much I love you.

Need you.

Yes, Mary.

My need for you is getting out of control.

All

right,

then. You mean you'll marry me?

Oh, you've made me so happy, Mary.

I'll make you happy, I promise.

Oh, Ben, I also want to make you happy.

I'm sure you will, my darling.

My hunger for you has been driving me crazy.

You do feel as I do, don't you?

Mary, you've made up your mind to marry me, haven't you?

The date.

The arrangements, they could take so much time.

Is there any real reason why we should wait?

Waiter, the bill.

Sit down on the edge of the bed.

Oh, Ben.

Just relax, darling.

That's why I love you so much.

Because I respect you so much.

With today's permissiveness, it's so refreshing to know someone like you.

I promise, I'll never let you go.

Because once we fuse our bodies, it'll be like fusing our souls forever.

So just relax, darling.

Everything will be alright.

Just a moment, dear.

Just relax.

No, not you.

You're not going to take him away from me.

Not you.

Not you and Ben. Never.

I'll never let you.

Not you and Ben.

Silly fool.

You only know what to do with him.

No.

No, you won't. No, you won't.

Not you, my love.

Not you, my love.

We'll just see about that.

Not you, my love.

No.

You're never going to take him away from me.

He's mine.

I'm not kidding.

Nervousness disappeared.

But, Ben.

Ben, wait.

I know.

I know.

I told you before, but I'm afraid now.

Maybe we should wait, Ben. We are committing a sin.

Before marriage.

Well, darling. Not when two people love each other.

Oh, Ben.

I love you.

Oh. Oh, no. Oh.

All right, fuck it. We're going to fuck. Let's fuck it.

All right, Benny. You belong to me now.

Oh, sweetheart.

Darling. Oh.

Maybe if you said...

I reached for you in dreams I've had now that you are here.

Baby, I love you too much.

And I hope to God I always do.

I've seen the world and the best things of it.

I didn't want to fall down.

Tried to touch the earth, but now it's going to pass around.

I have lived my life in pages.

Now my turn is...

believe that anywhere in Sylvia's nature there would be the things that you

describe.

Are you positively certain that it's not demon possession?

Well, in the biblical medieval sense, yes.

But not being knowledgeable of demonology, I would not know if an

help. I can only follow my professional training.

Why Sylvia? What caused this terrible illness with her?

Well...

As best as I can psychologically identify it, the causative factor was a

battered childhood syndrome.

Battered child?

Sylvia's parents?

Sylvia's mother.

Never! She was most certainly a violent schizophrenic. And the taproot of

Sylvia's dissociation into multiple selves.

No! I will not believe your analysis!

Sylvia's mother was devoutly religious. She was a loving, kind, gentle person.

grave as Sylvia's mental disease is, she first originated it as a protective

device. When I pull out these fingernails and make them longer, your

will look so pretty.

When I put the new fingernail polish on, they'll be so pretty.

Little girl, do you know that?

Girl!

Bad girl!

Bad girl!

Mommy, that's what I would do if I were your mommy.

I believed that Sylvia was normal at birth and fought back at her mother's

torturous behavior until she was three, four years of age.

Why do you love your dolly so much?

Don't you love your mommy too?

I hate you.

I hate you.

I hate you.

I wish you were never born.

I hate you. I wish you were never born.

How do you think you're doing?

Annoying little bitch.

Touching yourself again, weren't you? Don't deny it.

I've been watching you during the whole bath.

No, Mommy.

No, honest. I was just washing myself.

Liar!

Liar! Liar!

I'd rather see you dead than see you involved in dirty sex things.

Yes.

That's the best way.

Make her feel the pain.

The disgust!

I wish you were never born.

I wish you were never born.

See how you like the painful, disgusting things men are going to do to you.

Go to your bed.

Are you going to shove those into me, Molly?

Yes. So you'll know what to expect.

So you'll stop being so damn preoccupied with your body.

Stop being a pawn of the devil.

Get out of that bathtub, you bitch.

But mommy, it's so big.

Yeah.

Yes, Mommy.

I think you should see a doctor.

It is happening very often.

Yes.

I remember coming in to wash your neck and your back.

Yes, Mommy.

You started to wash my back and it was so frightening.

Oh, Mommy, you just fell.

Oh, I was so frightened, Mommy.

Yes, I really think I should see a doctor.

I think so, too.

Oh, well, well.

Carry along, dear, and get dressed.

Sylvia, are you fantasizing with all those strange objects again?

I'm sorry, Mommy.

Sylvia, Sylvia.

Yes, mommy, mommy, mommy.

You can do all those things to Sylvia.

But if you fuck with Mona, then you're going to black out more and more.

The constant trauma of Sylvia's mother's ambivalence often sadistically cruel

behaviors set the psychic stage.

For Sylvia splintered multiple selves to manifest and live out the roles that

were so severely repressed in her by her mother. Couldn't she talk to somebody?

Her father, her aunts, her uncles seek help somewhere?

Fear of the wrath of a vengeful god is instilled by her mother, which, by the

way, is the reason for Sylvia's preoccupation with religion today.

And the fear of further cruel punishment set the stage for repression in the

child.

She was commanded to keep all of these things to herself.

Is there any way of bringing these personalities all together, of getting

best one, of eliminating the bad ones? Do you think there's any hope for her?

Can she ever be one person again?

Hopefully, yes.

Through deep hypnosis.

So that means we may be able to amalgamate, synthesize the memories of

entities.

That is, identify one to the other and unify.

Make them all one.

Make them all one and the same.

Please, please, Dr. Balaban, please try and help her.

Mona, a satanic little demon will not cooperate.

With Mary and Tony, they struggle a bit, but we do manage to attain some

success.

Now, Tony, in a moment, you will awaken.

And you will come forth.

Open your eyes, Tony.

Well, Tony, I want you to do something for me.

I want you to accept the fact that you, that lesbian tendencies exist in the

psyches of all women.

I know that, Doc.

Very few other people do that. I'd like you to accept this and allow me to unify

you. with the other person's inhabiting Sylvia's psyche.

I don't know. I mean, you know, what am I going to get out of it? Well, Tony, I

want you to trust me.

When I bring you all together and unify you, you will enjoy life in a much more

complete fashion.

You will have the same urges, and you can give vent to them if you wish.

Maybe I can give something to them too, eh? Right?

Yes. Well, now, lay back, have some faith in me, And I'll bring you back as

complete person.

Okay. Tony?

All right, now you, Mary, will open your eyes and appear at the present time.

Open your eyes, Mary.

You don't have to convince me, Doctor.

I like Sylvia.

As a matter of fact, I wish I could be more like her.

But I don't want to be a saint, Doctor.

I mean, there are other things in life.

Yes, yes, Mary.

And when you do become one with Sylvia, you will be more like her, and she will

be more like you.

Good, good.

Let's do it, then.

I want to be normal.

Now lay back, and allow me to unify you. Oh, I'm so happy, Doctor.

All right, just close your eyes.

Relax, let all things fall away from your mind.

Fuck you, doctor!

Who do you think you're trying to con anyway?

You're not going to kill me off like you kill the rest of those drifts.

I am not trying to kill you off.

Don't try to bullshit me, you fool!

I am, in fact, trying to give you a longer life.

Stop lying! You're trying to kill me!

In making you one with Sylvia, you will enjoy the same things in a much more

normal way. Now close your eyes!

I will not! I...

I swear you keep trying to kill me and I'll get you first, Doctor. You will

close your eyes. I'll get you.

I'll get you. Close your eyes.

Don't you know a true person will never do anything contrary to their nature

under hypnosis?

Yes. You and I both know that, don't we? So there is nothing for you to worry

about. Now close your eyes and go back to sleep. Close your eyes.

No!

Close your eyes. I won't. Close your eyes. I swear I'll get you.

You're going to sleep. I'll get you.

You're going to sleep.

Sleep. Sleep. All right.

I'll sleep for now.

Deep sleep. You can have Sylvia. I'll give her to you. Deep sleep. For now.

I swear I'll get you. Go into a deep.

I'll kill you.

I'll get you. Sleep.

I'll get you.

We are dealing with a multiple entity that is at times a saint, a woman, a

devil.

And a butch -type lesbian.

Our devilish Mona, not content with demon -like pursuit of sexual pleasure,

takes sadistic delight in plaguing the others and at the most unexpected time.

Baby, I know you were my kind of girl.

Honey, why don't you relax, take it easy, sit down.

I'm going to go inside and put on something more comfortable.

Oh, and make a couple of drinks.

You know, baby, you and I are really going to get along.

You want to know why?

Why? Because I dig a girl who really knows what she wants and doesn't put on

phony acts about it.

And you want me, right?

Yeah, if there's one thing I can't stand, it's all those broads who say no,

no, when all they really mean is yes, yes, yes.

Baby, let's do it. Let's do it. Let's do it, honey. Let's do it.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

You're pretty selfish, aren't you? What's wrong? What do you mean?

Don't you think you ought to help a lady out?

Help her get in the right mood before you just jump on top of her? What do you

mean? You're with me. You got in the mood when you met me.

Okay, sugar.

All right.

I just want to have a drink.

And then you can have anything you want.

All the action you want.

The wonderful Mr.

Marco doesn't approve of being let on and then let down, huh?

Of course, when you're well built and pretty good looking, what girl really

means it when she turns you down?

Who am I?

What are you, nuts? This is my apartment.

Hey, what are you trying to pull?

Come on, let's do it.

Get out of here! My apartment! Oh, God, please!

Oh, let me go!

Oh, have mercy on me! Oh, my God, let me go!

Oh, God, please!

Oh, God, oh, God!

Help me!

Help me! Help me!

Please, help me!

There are things I don't understand.

Please direct me properly.

Help me, please.

Help me, please.

Where are you?

Like you said, I had to leave.

Oh, look, Tobe, don't feel bad.

I understand how you felt.

But listen, what I don't think you understand is Cousin Sylvia.

Yeah, I think you're right.

I'm not saying I understand her.

But I left you the number where I'm staying, you know.

Well, about an hour ago, she called and insisted I go to a party.

Wants me to meet some of her friends.

It was something about the way she sounded.

Sheila, where's this party going to be?

What's the address?

Let me see.

I have the address somewhere.

Oh, yeah. It's somewhere down the village.

113 Hester Street.

113 Hester?

Okay. Bye -bye.

I just want to celebrate.

Hi. Hey, Missy. What's it going to be?

I've got some of this thing here to make your head correct.

Yeah. It's going to make you feel free.

How about yourself?

A little something for the head?

Yeah. A little something for the body. Look here.

We're going to play down here. Do we know each other?

Maybe we don't. We should.

We've got something going.

Come on, I'll show you something.

Sit down.

We're going to have some fun.

Hey, come on, babe.

I see you're crazy.

Oh, God.

I'm not what you think I am.

Damn you, son.

I won't get you yet.

Come on.

Same old bullshit.

Now you're going to whip your ass until you're black like...

I'm going to beat your ass until you're nearly crazy.

Goddamn. Oh, my God.

Thank you.

How are you feeling today?

Oh, not well.

Not well at all, I told you.

I just had another spell of blackouts.

Blackouts? And my migraine's back.

I'm not... I'm not well at all, Toby.

I'm afraid I'm not well at all.

Well, Sylvia, I spoke to Dr. Balaban, and he thinks he can relieve you of some

of your discomfort.

And I really do believe in him. I think he's a fantastic doctor.

Sylvia, I'm really tired. I'm going to go take a nap.

Do it today.

What?

Hey, come on, man. That's more.

She brought us the stuff.

A snort of horse is all I need.

I got to feel good, man.

You did bring the stuff, didn't you?

You brought the stuff, didn't you?

You got some stuff for me?

Please.

Please.

Please give me the stuff.

Give me the goddamn stuff.

I need it.

and keep as happy as you keep us.

Anything you say.

And we'll kill anybody in this heavy mother world you say, baby.

You just keep that grass coming.

And some bread now and then.

And keep giving us some of your soup.

I just wanted to add some substance to your life.

Bullshit!

What are you waiting for?

There's a motherfucker!

Kill him!

We just thought of something.

Didn't we, Nate?

Yeah, Joe. I'm with you.

Okay, boss.

You want everything you got. Your uppers, your downers.

That's not what we're here for. See, you drunk baby. Kill the man.

That's what we're here for. Easy.

Easy. You're going to get everything you want.

Okay, Pop.

Where's the drug tablet?

Where is it?

Well, I do have some in my safe behind that painting.

Well, it's your safe, ain't it?

Get up and get them.

Move! Yeah, move, you son of a bitch. Move.

and I'll splatter your sick brains around this office.

You've had it. Now you back up, both you guys. Get up.

Get up.

Back away, Mona.

All right.

Now you get up, you people.

Get over to that couch.

Go on, get up.

Now you, Mona.

I want you to listen to me.

You come forward and sit down, okay?

you to think.

I could very safely kill you and get away with it, couldn't I?

It would be self -defense.

Yes, look at your junkie friends.

Look at them.

Junkies.

Armed and in search of drugs.

If I shot them,

Could I get away with murder?

Could I?

Answer me.

Yes.

That would help my case, wouldn't it?

Now, if I let them go, will you trust me?

Oh, yes.

Accept me as a friend?

Now, you two idiots.

You must be under the impression that all doctors are softies and bookworms,

huh?

Maybe I should thank you.

You've done much to restore confidence to an aging doctor.

I'm going to let you go.

The only reason I don't call the police is that they would never, could never

understand about Mona.

Now get the hell out of here.

But...

I'm going to get your history from Mona.

And if I don't hear from you from a withdrawal clinic, the law will come

you hard.

Now get!

Now, could you accept me as a friend and accept the fact that all

I truly want is to help you?

Yes, Doctor.

I'm sorry.

Would you do something for me?

Anything. Anything you ask.

Would you allow me to lead you into a deep hypnotic translate and allow me to

melt your mind and the minds of Tony and Mary into one mind with Sylvia without

you, Mona, meddling in any way?

Come with me to the couch.

Now just let all things fall away from your mind.

Would you sit for a moment?

Good.

Yeah, I'll take this from you.

Now lie back and relax.

Close your eyes.

Relax.

Let me lead you into a deep hypnotic sleep.

Good. Now just relax.

Close your eyes.

Relax.

And you will find that hypnotic sleep is easy for you, Mona.

For the principal mind you are part of has been hypnotized.

Accepts hypnotic sleep.

Relax.

Enjoy relaxing into a deep, deep, comfortable sleep.

You are asleep, Mona.

And now your memory will join the memories of Tony and Mary and Sylvia.

You are willing to do this, as they are willing to accept you.

Sylvia, your memory is now becoming clear.

The blank's in your memory track.

will now be filled by the experiences that you have had.

Relax.

Just relax.

Relax, Sylvia.

Your memory is now becoming clear.

The blanks in your memory track will now be filled by the experiences that you

have had.

You are now one with all your memories.

These memories will, on occasion, prompt thoughts and impulses within you that

will prove troublesome to you.

But you will accept them as normal impulses, and you will cope with them,

control them if you wish.

Now, upon awakening, you will feel refreshed and happy, realizing that at

you are one well -rounded, happy person.

I will now count from three to one backwards.

At the count of one, you will be wide awake.

Wide awake.

Three.

Two.

One.

Wake up.

Wake up, Sylvia.

Well, how do you feel?

I feel... I feel glorious.

Oh, I feel marvelous, Doctor.

Wonderful.

Wonderful.

Thank the Lord.

It seemed to have worked.

Good.

Oh, God.

Oh, thank goodness, thank goodness.

I've had my doubts.

I don't mind admitting that.

I must record in the minutest detail.

Yes, this will make psychiatric history.

Oh, doctor, you were just wonderful.

So patient.

So kind.

So understanding.

I don't know how... I don't know how I'll ever repay you.

Oh, let's not consider payment now.

Kill the mouse.

How gauche.

How cheap my appearance.

Why, it certainly doesn't go with the way I feel.

Oh, that is very interesting.

I'll be very curious to see how the new amalgamated Sylvia will respond to

fashion. Makeup.

I see what you're saying. I see what I see.

I do believe I like.

An improvement in your sight.

Now that's an interesting point.

Much better.

Doctor, I must tell you. Yes.

George Bernard Shaw could not have done as much for his Pygmalion as you have

done for me.

Yes.

And... And because of...

All your patience, painstaking dedication to your

craft.

I truly feel as if I've been born anew. Born anew.

That's the very thing we're striving to do. Wonderful.

Yes, born anew.

Enduring all the time we spent in therapy, Doctor.

The amorous yearning has been manifesting within me of the bitterness,

salacious.

And this yearning

has turned into a maddening itch

for you, my dear.

No, darling. My name is Iris.

And Iris has never been laid.