All language subtitles for The Third Secret 1964

Dr. Wson said, "Whatever's happened?

I've got

>> Oh my god.

Oh, help me. HELP ME, SOMEBODY. PLEASE

HELP. PLEASE,

>> DON'T.

No one else. Come closer, please. No

strength. How strange to lose it to me.

Listen, please.

I've bundled it. Tell them I

I messed it up.

Nobody to blame but me.

>> No, no, doctor. Not you. Never you,

doctor.

>> Yes, me. Nobody to blame.

>> Doctor, please. Please. I

>> tell them to look after

Sir Frederick. Sir Frederick, you all

right?

I've never felt better in my life.

Why,

Dr. Gillan, why should he do it? Why

should he do something that contradicts

everything he stood for?

Without him, there wouldn't even be a

British Analytical Institute.

What about his patience? How lost they

must feel.

>> Would you read that back, please, Mr.

Satella?

>> Therefore, gentlemen, it is imperative

imperative.

I wonder, Mr. W,

would you excuse me for a moment?

>> Anything I

Sorry, Dr. Witet.

I'm so sorry.

>> £2,000 for a crayon drawing? Really, Mr.

Price Gorum?

>> I don't think you quite understand, Mrs.

Pelton.

>> I don't care if it is a delicacqua. It's

a crayon drawing and it's for the whole

bathroom.

Well, surely you're not going to put a

delaqua in the uh in a bathroom.

>> Mr. Price Gordom, you've been making a

fortune out of us for the past 10 years.

I have no objection. You have nice

things. You're convenient. I've even

bought some of your own work, so don't

let's have a nasty scene. Send it

around. Oh, I like that frame. Don't

change it.

>> A dequai

in the bathroom.

>> Exactly.

So,

So, as we mark the third anniversary of

this American experiment of a so-called

Peace Corp,

shall we acknowledge it only as a noble

gesture, merely a tease to the rest of

the world,

indicating that the United States has

some fleeting moments of conscience?

Or will it snowball as many symbolic

gestures do?

and become the pioneer of a massive

re-evaluation of man's obligation to

man.

>> This is Alex Steman for the American

page. Thank you and good night.

>> Hold it studio. Hold it.

>> That's it. Mr. Steedman, could you hold

on for a video check?

>> Marvelous, Alex. Absolutely marvelous.

It's going to be a great show.

>> You think they're really interested?

>> Interested? They eat it up. Of course,

it's got to have the s side. They do

like it a bit nasty. You do it

beautifully and they believe you, Alex.

An American reporting on his own kind.

>> You mean turning on his own kind?

>> Why so testy tonight? Don't you like

being able to do a show about something

good this happening?

>> You're taking this show seriously?

The whole world is unraveling and we're

trying to tell the British public that

their American cousins have come up with

a boy scout movement to stop space age

delinquents.

>> You know what, Alex? Stay gloomy. It's

money in the bank.

>> Everything's product to you, Lou. Even a

point of view.

>> You're an impressive person, Alex. An

unusually sober news commentator with a

worldweary personality that people find

attractive. Yes, that is a product. Or

would you call it?

>> Product.

>> Cheer up, Alex. You're off camera now.

>> Video. Okay, Mr. Simmon.

>> All right, studio. Thank you. Wrap it

up. Home to mother, boys.

>> Good night, Mr. Steman.

>> Good night, boys. Yep.

Good night, Mr. Seven. Good night, boys.

It's very complicated, isn't it?

>> It has to be. Why?

>> Saves people from having to think about

what they're really doing. They have to

concentrate on how to do it.

>> That's therapy doesn't really help.

>> Therapy?

Are you looking for anyone? I believe

they've all gone home.

>> You haven't.

>> How did you get in?

>> I lied to the guard.

>> Why?

>> I'm obsessive about lighter guards.

>> It's not very serious.

I love TV, even when it's terrible. I

think I'm going blind from watching TV.

You see, look closely. See the

deterioration?

I'm a victim of the electronic age.

>> Me, too.

>> My father said you're a collector's

item. He said you're an honest man.

I've seen you in real life before, Mr.

step.

>> Where was that?

>> My father's house.

>> Who's your father?

>> Who's your father?

>> Leo Wit. I'm Catherine.

>> I don't know your father. You better go

home now.

>> You do know him.

>> It's late. You should be home.

>> I don't have a home anymore. My aunt and

uncle have inherited me. I think my

house is closed. It's all locked up.

They had such a lovely house. Don't you

remember?

>> They won't even let me go there anymore.

>> What can I do, Miss Witson? What do you

want of me?

>> My father didn't kill himself. You know

about people like my father did. Do you

think he could do such a thing? Do you?

>> That's what the police said. Your

housekeeper heard his last.

>> She's a liar.

>> Why should she lie?

>> Why should she tell the police that he

told her he did it himself? Why should

she?

>> He was dying. People don't make sense

when they're dying.

>> They do, Miss Wetford. They do.

>> He couldn't.

>> The matter is closed.

Finished.

The inquest ruled it.

>> Don't say it.

>> He said it couldn't be anything else.

His own gun, his fingerprints on it. His

friend said that he was depressed.

Extremely depressed.

>> My father felt deeply about things.

That's not being depressed. A man who

grieavves is not a freak. Are you?

My father was murdered. He was. The idea

of suicide would be the most terrible

thing in the world to my father. He was

murdered. I know it. You must know it.

Please help me.

>> Why me?

>> I saw my father watch you on TV. He read

all your articles. Thought you were

fine. So fine.

It's not wrong to ask for help.

Is it?

>> You must have spoken to the police

>> over and over again. And what did they

do? They comforted me. But I don't want

to be comforted. Do you think my father

would do such a thing?

>> It was one of his patients, Mrs.

Steedman.

My father knew that one of his patients

wanted to kill him.

>> Did he tell you that?

>> He didn't tell me who. He never would

discuss his patients. He never even kept

files. Never wanted anyone to have

access to them. But I know that one of

his patients wanted to kill him. He was

terribly worried about one of them.

>> The house was locked. How could they

>> You know, he'd open the door to anyone

in trouble. It was one of them.

>> I'm one of them.

>> I know you. You're like my father. You

want people to live.

>> Will you help me, Mr. Ste?

Like my father helped you.

Go.

Liar.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Please don't hate him

>> know how to ride a bike?

>> Yes.

>> Ever forget? Do you

>> don't know?

>> You're young. You've had no time to

forget anything.

I forgot

how to whistle, how to grin,

how to talk to children without

frightening them.

But then a man told me I could remember.

He he tried to make me believe I hadn't

seen what I had seen.

So I tried.

I really tried.

And then I heard a shot.

The lesson was over.

But I did learn how to whistle again.

Listen.

And I have learned to laugh all over

again.

Look at me.

Please look at me.

I swear to you, Mr. step under my

father's grave.

That he did not fool you.

That he cared.

That he did not die the way they said.

The reason why the seven stars

are no more than seven.

Because they are not apes.

>> Ian

>> Tyler,

>> tell him I'm here, will you?

>> I'll just stick my head in.

>> Don't Alex Stman's with him.

>> Well, here we go again. They won't

refuse him. You ever seen his shows?

Well, even when he's nice about things,

you really know something is terrible.

>> Don't you ever look up when people talk

to you?

>> No.

>> Why not?

>> I'm civil service.

>> Alex, let it alone. The fellow simply

killed himself. Let it alone.

>> Why,

>> Alex? Please. I don't know why. I'm a

public relations man, not a policeman.

What are you doing at the yard so bloody

an office?

>> Do you want us to start a thing about a

perfectly competent police inspector?

Question the decision of a meticulous

coronerous court? Make a fool out of one

of our best pathologists? You know how

difficult it is to get good doctors for

that sort of work?

Alex, this is a clean one. Oh, you can

make something of it. Just look

suspicious about a death and the public

is with you. But this one is clean. They

rarely come so clean. His housekeeper

heard his last words. Look, here we are.

Tell them I messed it up. Nobody to

blame but me. Blame no one but me, etc.,

>> etc., etc. is what I'm interested in.

>> The gentleman simply killed himself. His

own gun, his own fingerprints on it, the

angle of the wound, the house locked

tighter than a drum.

>> There's no such house.

>> I don't know about those things. I'm no

locksmith.

>> Have they checked every patient?

>> Everyone. How far back?

>> Far enough.

I'd like that list.

>> I don't have it. The C doesn't throw

that material around. It's privileged

information.

>> You mean conveniently privileged. The

police can use it. The courts can use

it.

>> And that's it. Not even the patient has

access to them. A doctor's file.

>> There aren't any files. I just want the

names of the patients. I'll make it even

easier for you.

>> Just the names of the patients he was

treating at the time. Even the names of

the patients fall into the same

category.

>> And your people have checked them all.

Patients seem all right. Case close,

right?

I want the names of the patient.

>> I don't have them. Only the C would.

>> You know, Larry,

if there's someone on that list who is

being looked after, your people would be

making a mistake. Are you accusing us of

protecting somebody?

>> Not to cover a crime. No, never that.

But somebody might want to save someone

the embarrassment of being revealed as a

person in analysis.

It's misguided affection.

It's no disgrace.

You ought to sneak a look at that list,

Larry.

You'd be amazed at who's on it.

Mr. Steedman, I'm not debating with you

and I'm not being interviewed by you. I

revered Leo Witet. I revered him as did

the whole profession, but he's dead. He

committed suicide. That's a fact. It

will not affect my work,

>> won't it?

A leading analyst takes his own life,

contradicting everything he stands for.

How do you explain that to your

patients?

>> I tell them it's not pertinent. It's not

pertinent to their treatment.

>> Would it be pertinent if you could tell

him that he didn't commit suicide, that

he was murdered?

>> It's impossible.

And Leo Witet did not treat psychotics.

You know the time he spent teaching at

the institute, lecturing, writing. He

limited his private patients to good,

healthy neurotics.

>> Good healthy neurotics.

>> Yes. People able to function within

reality. A neurotic knows who he is,

what he is. He's disturbed. Yes, most

people are. But he's not a psychotic.

>> And analysts do not treat psychotics.

>> Some do with entirely different methods.

Mr. Steedman, a psychotic is a person

who is suffering a major illness unlike

the neurotic.

His ability to to judge reality is

impaired.

He lacks a kind of glue. Yes, we call it

glue.

We don't really know what it is but it's

the force certain kind of strength

which enables a person to adjust to

adapt to stress and change.

But lacking this glue

person cannot cope with the pressures of

life unless he sets up defenses which

are sometimes irrational,

sometimes debilitating.

Sometimes.

Sometimes what, doctor?

Violent.

Would Leo Witet have accepted such a

patient, Dr. Giller?

>> No,

not knowingly.

>> How else? Sometimes you might accept a

patient and discover in the course of

treatment that you have a borderline

schizophrenic.

>> If Leo Wix had not knowingly accepted

such a patient, would he have stopped

treating him?

>> Not necessarily,

he might feel the patient would be more

hurt than helped by a change.

>> Change, Mr. Steedman, is the most

traumatic pressure on the psychotic. If

in fact Leo Wit did have among his

patients a psychotic,

would it be possible for Witset not to

know that he was treating a patient who

might kill him?

>> There's one type that might fool anyone,

the paranoid schizophrenic.

>> Would it be possible for this type of

patient to murder him and make it look

like suicide?

>> This type might kill his doctor. The

doctor might represent the agonies, the

inability to cope, and the destruction

of the doctor would temporarily

alleviate the psychic pain. Then this

type might, and I repeat, might conspire

to make it look a suicide.

How would he behave afterwards?

>> He could behave like any patient hearing

of his doctor's death, appear to be

heartbroken, even happy,

might be bitter.

He might not even remember what had

happened. Then he would be the most

difficult one to find. No conscience, no

fear, nothing to hide.

Mask of innocence.

>> They could behave in so many ways.

They could appear to be absolutely

irrational.

>> He could behave like you, Mr. Steman.

>> Could he continue to hide it to keep up

the pretending?

>> Yes.

>> And the violence, the desire to kill,

would it reappear? Inevitably,

when the stresses became too much, when

the pressure grew unbearable,

>> suddenly on impulse,

>> sometimes it might be the result of very

deliberate plotting, very careful

scheming,

sometimes a sudden violent outburst.

Mr. Steedman, what I'm describing to you

is one of the most terrible illnesses we

know of.

>> Then we should find that person.

Dr. Gillan,

I want a list of his patients.

>> Mr. Steedman, there was no such patient.

>> Are you sure?

I'll find a patient.

>> Don't

Why not?

>> If there's any chance, the slightest

chance that you're right, you're looking

for one of the most dangerous people in

existence. You won't know until

you won't know what to do, what to say.

I do know how to listen, how to look, to

wait.

I'm a trained reporter, doctor. I've

spent most of my life looking for the

truth.

Not this kind of truth.

It's special.

Look around the world, doctor.

What's so special about Magnus?

What's so special about murder?

What is it, Mark?

>> Your lecture begins in a few minutes.

>> I know.

>> Anything wrong, doctor?

>> Nothing. I've merely been interviewed. I

think quite thoroughly. What are you

staring at? Oh,

>> nothing.

I've rarely seen you smoking. Stop being

so damned observant. You student

analysts are compulsively observant.

That's all you do is observe. Spend so

much time observing, you don't have time

to think.

Let's go.

But keep in mind, doctor, there may be

times when a man smokes a cigar because

he wishes to smoke a cigar.

>> You've twisted everything. You're

cannibals.

>> Kathy, please. I didn't mean anything. I

know exactly what you meant.

>> Come on, Kathy. I'll go home with you.

Don't go back to that house again.

>> Kathy, don't walk along the river by

yourself. I've always walked home that

way.

>> But you don't live there anymore,

Catherine. Your father.

>> My father did a lot more good than all

your ancestors put together.

>> Kathy, Laura didn't mean anything.

>> I know exactly what she meant, and you

all defend her. That's just as cruel.

>> Kathy, I will not explain again. I did

not insult your father.

You think you've won something, don't

you?

>> You really should know more. You're not

babies, you know.

Suicide, you know.

Heat.

Heat.

I'd like to help.

>> I don't believe you. Why did you follow

me?

>> I didn't follow you. I was waiting for

you.

>> Why did you follow me?

>> Why should I follow you?

Why should I frighten you, Kathy?

>> My father called me Kathy.

How did you find me here?

>> Your housekeeper,

>> Mrs. Bales.

>> She's very valuable. She told me you

still walked back to where you used to

live. Don't your aunt and uncle worry

when you come home late?

>> That's not my home.

Never that late anyway.

I only look at the house for a little

while.

>> That's not much to ask, is it? Is it?

Alex, do you like those sounds?

>> Yes,

very much.

>> Why should someone follow me? What

Morris wanted from the wits? What did we

do?

>> Let's just listen for a while.

Are you used to being famous?

>> I think so.

>> I'd never get used to it. I never think

it was real. Do you mind when people

stare at you?

>> Depends.

>> On what?

>> What kind of stare?

>> How about like this?

That's a nice stare.

>> He has to stare forever. No matter what,

he just has to keep staring.

>> The price of telling tall tale.

>> Hans Christian Anderson, born in Odent

April the 2nd, 1805. Published his first

volume in age 22. Was considered a

lunatic by much of the community. Died

in Copenhagen August 4th, 1875. That's

very impressive,

>> if accurate.

>> Oh, it's accurate. My father said I was

compulsively accurate. I never make

mistakes on facts.

>> Is that to the good?

>> I don't know. It just is. My father said

we all spend too much time wanting to

know the good or bad in things.

He said some things are. They just are.

Didn't he tell you that?

>> No.

>> I didn't make it up. He did say it.

>> I don't question it. You rarely said

anything to me. I did most of the

docking.

>> He knows the third secret.

>> The third secret?

>> My father said everyone has three

secrets. The ones they won't tell

people. The ones they won't tell

themselves.

>> And

>> that's a secret.

>> You're the nicest dad I ever met, except

my father.

>> And you're the nicest non adult I ever

met.

Except

>> Except who, Alex? Who?

>> My daughter.

>> My father's dead.

So I like you best now.

>> And I you.

>> Why?

>> My daughter's dead, too. Catherine,

>> do I remind you of her, Alex? I'm sorry.

>> You do a little.

>> Am I anywhere near as pretty?

>> You are both beautiful.

It's all right. My father didn't get

them all either.

>> I bet you copied them as you wrote.

>> Never. Honest, I didn't. I just

remembered things. I'd write part of a

line from Shakespeare on the wall in

front of the house. The next day, my

father would sneak down and finish it.

We never told each other, but we knew.

Then he stopped.

And then you started to finish them,

Alex.

>> How did you know it was me?

>> I watched you. You always walked along

the river before your appointment with

him. You never missed one till now.

Never.

>> It's early.

>> It's late.

Please,

before we go,

my father, he didn't. Please believe me.

>> I believe you, Kathy.

>> You do? Then you'll tell everyone, won't

you, Alex? They'll believe you.

>> I'm afraid not.

Kathy, I've been to the police, been to

your father's colleagues.

I can't even get the names of his

patients. I've tried.

>> I know them.

>> You know them, but your father.

>> He wouldn't dream of telling me, but I

knew anyway. You see, he'd always leave

his mail in the outside hall. His

outgoing mail. Mrs. Ell took it to the

corner. How could you tell he was

writing to

>> Kathy? Your father probably had

correspondence all over the world.

>> But every month, the first of every

month, there were four letters. He wrote

four certain letters the first of every

month. Didn't he write one to you every

month, Alex?

>> Of course. The bills,

>> right? And I remember the names and

addresses. I remember them. That's

enough, isn't it? It was one of his

patients. I know who they are. I know

their names.

Isn't that enough?

Go home now. Kathy.

Isn't that enough, Alex?

>> It's enough.

>> Shall we meet you tomorrow?

>> Yes.

>> Thank you, Alex. I'll bring you a list

of the names.

I always thought I wanted to own a link.

They've practically disappeared.

>> Stolen?

>> What? Oh, no. Museums.

And of course, the Americans. They'd buy

Nelson's column if we let them.

>> Sure, why not?

>> Oh, I'm terribly sorry. I didn't mean.

It's just that we've practically

forgotten that you are an American, Mr.

Steedman. You've almost become a

fixture.

>> That's terribly hospitable of you.

>> May I uh may I be of any service? I

don't think so. The proprietor was

>> I'm the uh proprietor, although that's

not a phrase we use very much in our

business. My assistant, Miss Humphre,

was helping you.

>> Steedman. Alex Steman.

>> Price Garum. Alfred Price Garum. We're

very honored to have you here, Mr.

Steedman. I know of you, of course,

although I'm afraid I get very little

chance to watch your program.

>> Place like this must keep you very busy.

>> Oh, this is just the end result. There's

so much more. Are you now checking

bankruptcy proceedings of large estates,

going to auctions, traveling, buying and

of course the uh the product is steadily

shrinking.

>> I know the museums and the Americans.

>> An oversimplification,

perhaps a little unjust. The world

produces

few masterpieces,

Mr. Steman,

but many millionaires.

is you um you really admire this one,

don't you?

>> Yes, very much.

>> There's something familiar about that

place.

Familiar

and a little frightening.

Yes. Well, we we've all been to places

like that, Mr. Steedman,

one way or another.

>> There's a kind of despair in it

somewhere.

>> Yes, there is.

>> Sense of possible violence, a hint of

horror.

>> Yes.

at all under control.

It's a

talented line between chaos and

order.

It and an elusive line.

You seem to have a prediliction for the

dark soul. Violence on a leash, so to

speak.

>> Oh, no. No, not me, Mr. Sedman. My

customers,

the gentle, the light,

the lyric,

all dated. I'm afraid my place is a

completely old hat.

>> Why?

>> Well,

I only have the gentle things,

tender things,

sometimes funny things.

>> Could I see that sort of thing?

Oh, you wouldn't be interested though.

Mostly my own work.

>> But I would I'm not name conscious.

>> Edah. Uh, Miss Humphrey,

Mr. Steedman is uh is interested in

seeing some of my work. I I'm not into

anyone. Understand?

>> Of course, Mr. Boro.

>> Anyone?

The sun is the most u precious thing for

my kind of work.

>> I would think so.

>> East Anglia, isn't it?

>> You know that part of the country?

>> My wife was born in Norwich.

>> Oh, beautiful city. Beautiful.

>> Yes.

Well, uh, what do you think?

They're very pleasant.

>> Pleasant.

>> Don't you see anything else?

>> They're very relaxing.

>> Vitality, Mr. Sman, doesn't have to be

gaudy, crude, sick.

The real spine shouldn't be

twisted all over the campus.

Something in work. No.

No, it's just something I've been

toying with. It isn't working out.

That happens sometimes.

I tell you something, Mr. Sman. I don't

sell these. Don't even try. I'm not an

aggressive man. Not on my own behalf.

I could sell them, of course.

There are those who admire my work, but

it's um

it's an ugly process.

They tease you a little.

They want to try them in the country

house

and they want to buy them for nothing.

No, I um

Well, they're not for sale.

>> He's never busy. Come along, Victor.

>> It wasn't very clever of you, Mr. Price

Gorum, to refuse to sell me the Deloqua.

Put them anywhere, Victor.

My god, there's enough chunk here for a

2-year calendar.

>> Mrs. Felton, please. You You bought

them.

I I I won't take them back.

>> Won't you? Why? Because they're yours.

I I I I I've told my friends that I've

sold. If you think they're too

expensive, I I'll make an adjustment.

Whatever you think is fair, but don't

deter them, please. You You don't know

what it means to to sell.

To really sell.

>> Get up, Mr. Price. Gordon, you look

ridiculous crouching there.

>> I'd like to buy one of your paintings,

Mr. prize. Goro,

>> no charity, please.

Charity,

I'm sorry

what we've done to that word.

Oh, Mr. Steman, we have a new collection

coming in. I hope you'll visit us again.

>> I don't think so.

We'll never get rid of them that way.

But why get rid of them? They're the

only things we can count on to stay the

same with London.

Uh, good luck to the pigeons.

You think they appreciate it or do they

take it for granted by now?

>> Probably take it for granted.

>> Don't do that. They're not bothering

you.

>> But you are.

>> I'm not bothering anybody.

>> Don't generalize. You won't talk to me.

I'm not used to it.

>> I've never seen a pretty girl having

lunch here. Haven't you?

>> And feeding the pigeons and not talking

to me. I followed you.

>> Why?

>> Saw you come out of a building. I said,

"Alex Steedman, there is an

astonishingly lovely girl."

>> I'm sorry you lost her in the crowd.

>> When I was 18, I saw a girl standing in

line at Radio City Music Hall. You know

Radio City?

>> Everybody knows Radio City. Not that

I've ever been there. Well, this girl,

my Radio City girl, was so astonishing.

I loved her immediately. But I didn't go

over to her. I watched her go into that

theater. Never saw her again.

>> She really must have liked the picture.

>> I think you've missed the point. No, you

haven't.

Anyway,

it ruined my life.

Please say, how did it ruin your life?

How?

>> Thank you.

>> I've never been able to stop asking

myself whether I would have married her,

had 12 children, and become gentle.

If people want to meet someone, they

just have to go over or something,

wouldn't they?

>> I don't know.

I think it's easier for some than

others.

>> My name is Alex Steman. I'm thoroughly

harmless.

My name's Antana. I I saw you too, Mr.

Steedman.

I was just trying to unfreeze.

>> You were what?

>> I was trying to unfreeze

to get up and say hello.

To say hello to a man who who's given me

thought and pleasure.

And I didn't think I ought to intrude.

Well, I think that people like you ought

to be left alone.

I mean,

oh, damn.

I can't even get picked up with any

style.

>> Yes, you can. You've been very elegant.

>> Oh, elegant.

The only time I tried to curtsy, my

father had to call the doctor.

It's really not much of a park, is it?

Without children.

Well, it's not really very pretty at

all. Even if it is out of doors.

>> Well, I told you it was easier for some

than others.

>> If you had your choice and could spend

the rest of the afternoon doing anything

you wished, what would you do?

>> I'd tell my friends how we met and how I

dazzled you. No, seriously. What would

you do? Did you call your boyfriend?

>> I don't have one.

>> Shocking.

>> Not at all.

>> Be frivolous for a moment, just as a

game.

>> What would you really like to do on a

soft, friendly day like today?

>> Could I be frivolous and rich?

>> They go together. Then I'd hire a car

and I'd go sightseeing to special

places, which are probably not special

to anyone except me.

Do

>> you know I've been in London over a year

now and I've never been to

Well, I just never have.

>> That's monstrous but curable.

>> I have a job. I must still aren't. Could

you call them? Tell them something

happened. If you will, I will.

And then

and then

and then

>> and then

I decided that if I didn't know what to

do

to be I'd come to London and find out

>> and

>> I found out that the only thing I could

really do was type faster and then

faster and faster.

>> Is that all you found out? An

>> no

I found out other things.

>> What other things?

>> Don't ask me, Alex. It's been such a

wonderful holiday.

It's been so full.

I still don't know why you asked me, but

I don't care.

>> Don't you have full days? An

>> aren't you enjoying London? You should

be doing fine. You'll never own anything

more than these years.

Let things happen to you.

Take the word of Mrs. Patrick Campbell.

You can do anything you like in London

as long as you don't do it in the

street. And don't frighten the horses.

>> Look at all the cars, Alex. Everybody's

going home.

>> Bumper to bumper.

That doesn't matter.

They're going home.

He said it would happen to me.

He said.

>> Who said?

>> What's wrong, Anne?

>> Can't I finish just one single solitary

day? Just one.

Not feeling desperate.

>> Oh, please come in. I'm hoving.

Catherine's aunt.

>> I just took a chance of stopping by to

see Kathy. I hope I'm not

>> Oh, no. No. That's quite all right.

Katherine talks of you all the time, Mr.

Steedman. You've been so kind to her.

Won't you sit down?

>> Thank you.

>> I'll tell her you're here. She'll be so

excited.

>> She's such a nice child, Mr. Steedman.

>> Frankly, after my brother's death, I

thought she'd become ill. But she's

doing fine.

I had that made from a photograph. Leo

would never sit for a portrait.

>> Kathy looks a great deal like her

father.

>> She does. They used to say I look like

him when we were young.

>> You look nothing like him, Mildred.

Nothing like him at all.

>> This is Mr. I know it is. I'm Alden

Hoving, Mrs. Sedman, Katherine's uncle.

>> Very pleased to meet you.

>> Katherine says you were a friend of her

fathers.

>> I was

>> horrible thing. The whole business Leo

needed a doctor himself. But who knows?

What good are they? If Leo couldn't

cope, which of them can?

>> Olden peas.

>> Please. Please. What? Mildred,

>> I'll go and fetch Catherine.

>> Some Randy, Mrs. Sedman.

>> No, thank you.

>> It's not easy for us. We've never had

children.

But now she's ours. There's no money,

you know, none. Except for the house,

and that's on a mortgage. It took us

years to get Leo to buy some insurance

so that Katherine will be taken care of.

He was so involved in other people's

lives that he forgot to take care of his

own. Finally, we convinced him.

>> Then Katherine will be taken care of.

>> All the policies were cancelled. They

pay nothing on a suicide.

>> It wasn't suicide. It was not. Don't you

say that again ever.

>> Katherine, don't you dare talk to me

like that. If you do,

>> you do what, uncle?

>> Good night, Mrs. Sedman.

>> Good night.

>> It's late, Catherine.

>> Isn't it?

>> You ought to give them a chance, Kathy.

They are new at it.

>> It's nice of you to come and see me. I

was wondering when.

How are you?

>> Fine.

>> But I don't belong here, Alex. I'm a

stranger here.

>> They're your closest relatives, Kathy.

>> They're going to sell the house. My

house. Can they do that, Alex? Can they?

>> I'm afraid so. Your father's executives

can sell it. Of course, the money is

yours and trust.

>> I don't want the money. I want the

house.

>> What would you do with it, Kathy? I'd

visit it, look after it, guard it,

and then when I'm old enough, I'd move

back there. Isn't that fair?

>> That's very fair. But I'm afraid too

romantic for solicitors, accountants,

probate courts.

>> Those kind of people seem to run the

world, aren't they, Alex? And I never

even heard of them before.

>> They were always there, Kathy.

>> Guess you can only see them in the dark.

I'd love you to see it before it's gone.

>> I've been there.

>> Not really. Just to my father's office.

The rest is so beautiful.

>> I want to show you my house, Alex. I

want to show it to you just once before

this. All right.

>> All right.

I have to go now.

>> Don't go yet.

>> I must.

>> Alex, any news? Have you seen them?

>> A few.

>> But I gave you all the names. It was one

of them. You'll find out. I know it.

>> You look nice. You're all dressed up.

Where are you going?

>> I have a date, young lady.

>> Don't suppose you'd wait for me.

Wouldn't be so many years.

>> You won't look at me by then. I'd be a

relic.

>> Never.

>> I'd be old and ugly.

>> Never.

>> There's no such thing as never.

>> Yes, there is. My father will never kiss

me good night again. Never again.

Good night.

>> Oh, Alex, you make me cry.

>> I don't see any tears

>> inside.

>> Always inside.

You read them all?

>> No, but I count them all the time.

If you don't like it, I'll die.

>> I like it. Don't die.

Right.

It's almost ready.

>> I'm terribly sorry, Alice, but I I

really am in trouble.

>> Trouble?

>> I still don't know how to talk to you

when you have given me time to practice.

I don't know how to talk to any man. I

suppose

>> you talk very well.

>> No, I don't. I I just react.

I never initiate anything.

I can't go through life just reacting. I

go, really? And do you mean it? And I

have things to ask you.

I've even tried to memorize them.

I wanted to ask you simply,

non-aggressively.

I I want to ask lean questions that even

if you don't answer, neither of us will

be embarrassed.

But what comes out is a sort of sticky

silence

and the smell of two hours nervous

shopping.

You're very articulate

only about stuttering.

The beginning is everything, isn't it?

No,

>> don't do that, please.

You see how I just react.

And I'm so attracted to you.

It's awful, isn't it?

Turn around.

Turn around.

See how graceful you are.

See how elegant,

how really elegant you are.

No,

let me do it on my own.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat. Heat.

What's

up?

Huh?

I am

What's wrong?

>> Wrong?

Yeah.

With this empty cave turned beautiful.

So beautiful.

And you made love to me.

Let me help you.

>> Help me?

You want to help me?

Help me then.

I had a bad dream. Such a bad dream

about millions of years of loneliness.

continents of cemeteries.

You dream about the dead, too, don't

you?

You dream about a dead doctor.

Poor dead doctor.

Oh, I dream about him all the time. All

the time.

But not tonight.

I didn't need him tonight.

I had you.

Still, he was with us, tapping his way

around like a blind defroged ghost.

But it was your dream this time.

>> FOR GOD'S SAKE.

>> YES, FOR GOD'S SAKE.

You dream about your doctor, ALEX, AND

YOU TALK about him in your dreams. Our

doctor.

Our dead doctor.

What do you want me? Why humiliating

nobody?

>> I was looking for

the person who killed him.

>> Who's killed him?

>> That's not what they said.

And you thought that I might have

killed him.

Don't you care anything about people?

Don't you feel anything for me?

>> I feel for Leo Witson.

>> And that makes you so noble. A

COMMITMENT TO THE DEAD.

So easy. No witnesses.

And what about the living? Is there

something so antiseptic about us?

Does warmth revolt you?

Does being loved make you impotent?

It took Witet's death to make you care

for him.

>> Did not die the way they said not him.

>> Kill him.

>> I pray for his poor soul every day of my

life.

He doesn't need your prayers.

Needs his reputation.

Alex,

is there no gentleness left?

Doesn't anyone care about people?

Did the last of pity die with Leo Witet?

procedus was an experienced steel

erector.

The tow had already been erected to its

full height of about 120 ft, but

stagings required to be erected at

various points up and down the structure

provide platforms which riveters could

rivet the steel work. The method of

erecting such stagings involve the

fastening of patterns of wood known as

needles horizontally at the sides of the

structure.

The inner ends there are being

approximately in line with the center of

the tower and the outer ends protruding

out of some feet beyond the corner.

>> I think we'll adjourn now tomorrow

morning at 10:30.

>> Of course not.

Mr. Steedman.

>> Yes.

>> How do you My name is Mckenry. Dermalt

Mckenry.

>> Yes.

>> I am his lordship's clark.

His lordship's clark.

>> I see.

>> Well, actually his lordship was

wondering whether you'd care to come to

his room. It's just

>> I don't know Sir Frederick.

>> You don't? Oh, well, his lordship.

>> I know of Sir Frederick, of course. Must

take a great deal of patience to sit

through one of these.

>> Actually, it's the most interesting

case.

>> I probably didn't get the full

implication.

>> I'm sorry.

>> It's all right. Actually, his lordship

was wondering whether you care to take

with him.

>> Sure.

>> Oh, well then, if you'd kindly follow

me.

>> Great.

>> Yes.

Is there anything special that interests

you about this case, Mr. Steedman? It's

really a dreary industrial injury

matter. Endless. The whole business

could have been settled by the

solicitors. You know, they're the chaps

who sit in front of barristers.

>> I know.

Of course, you know, lived here quite a

long time.

a long time.

>> Rex,

I assume that you're thinking of doing a

program concerning courts.

>> For the moment, I'm just browsing

around.

>> Oh, yes.

Just stationation before I

>> prefer to call it browsing.

There's no commitment.

Not even to myself.

>> Oh, yes. But an idea is an idea. Once

you have it, it's uh a little more

difficult to control it.

You cannot film in the courts, you know.

>> Of course not.

>> Oh, yes, of course you know that.

>> Well, I was delighted that you were able

to stop by. We're always pleased to see

distinguished visitors in court. Perhaps

I could drop you somewhere.

>> Oh, thank you.

Either way, sir, Frederick, as long as

I'm here, I wonder if you might help me

out with a legal point that's been

troubling me. It's just a small thing.

>> Well, I should be delighted to clear it

up for you.

>> I want to know if there is a legal

method for me to recover my file from my

doctor.

>> Under what circumstances?

>> Actually, from my doctor's estate. He

was an analyst. Well,

>> surely your solicitor must have advised

you that it's next to impossible.

>> He said quite impossible.

He said analyst files were never

available to his patients. Privileged

writings he thought.

>> Well, not technically, but in principle

they're treated that way. And a very

wise concept.

>> I was able to see the files just before

the place was sealed. Unfortunately,

there was no time to destroy mine. Of

course, I don't want anyone else to see

it. What can I do, sir?

>> Well, I don't think you need worry.

After the estate has been probated, the

executives will probably destroy them.

They usually do. I think we can assume

that no one will see your file.

>> How could I be sure?

>> I saw them.

>> Them I saw all of them,

>> Mr. Stman.

I think that was an unconscionable thing

to have done.

>> My instinct, I guess. I can't resist

looking at any information available,

even privilege. Besides, Witet's dead.

He can't posset. He kept no files.

>> I once thought so, but he did. And what

a memory for detail.

You were a long time getting around to

this.

I had an impression of your being a

direct man.

I should have been.

And you know

The dead keep files.

No. No. I know that office as well as I

know my own. He had no files. None. No

secretary, no nurse. He didn't believe

there should be any access. He had no

files. None.

>> Not in the office. But he did live

upstairs. Didn't you know that?

>> I did.

You know all about my career. Of course,

you've heard that I may be promoted to

the Court of Appeal.

>> Yes, sir. Reverend, I must confess,

you're as distinguished as you can get.

>> Mr. Steedman, you rarely are a

disappointment.

You are not a gossip columnist. You've

never been grouped with cheap sensation

mongers.

>> I'm a reporter. You're also a guest in

this country.

>> I live here.

>> Yes.

No need for that.

>> Frederick, you wanted me to be directed

out. Try

the death of Leo Witson.

Well, at first I couldn't believe it.

Man like Leo said,

but it was true.

When I got back to London, they had

confirmed that it was suicide.

>> You got back?

Where were you?

>> I've been sitting in Bristol. Mr.

Justice Max had been taken ill.

>> We're away.

We were not in London when he died.

>> What does it matter where I was? Matter

of public record. Anyway,

what is important is where you were and

we know, don't we? Looking through the

recorded anguish of other people,

Mr. Steedman, please. It was a long time

ago. Nobody remembers. Nobody. It's

never happened again. Please. Only he

knew. I told him I trusted him. Please,

Mr. Steedman. It was a long time ago.

I trusted him.

>> There are no files, judge.

>> There are no files.

>> Huh?

Just the names

of patience.

>> Goodbye, Mr. Stman.

Why

to be this cruel? Why?

>> Save the man's reputation.

>> That's not enough.

That's not enough for one man to do this

to another.

Why?

>> Thought it was for his reputation.

It's for me.

I have to know for me.

Why?

Cuz if he died that way,

can't believe anything he said.

Taught me I could live again.

I believed him.

I believed him.

See that one, Alex? That is honorary

degree from the University of Vienna.

And this is my favorite chair.

That's the distinguished service from

the American Psychoanalytic Association.

Wasn't that nice of them? I've heard

they can be very grumpy about other

countries.

Oh, that's a person in the autograph

picture.

>> Dana Haywood,

>> right? He was a great pioneer in

something or other.

>> Something or other.

>> Read the inscription, Alec. to Leo

Wites,

companion and nightmare.

>> Look, Alex, see this one?

>> Kather, don't you think I better take

you home? It's getting late.

>> This is my home, Alex. Please. You

promise. I want to show you where we

live.

>> You shouldn't even be here. This place

is sealed by law.

>> Just a little longer, Alex. Please.

>> What's that?

>> Oh, my father used to go there. It's New

Colchester. I've never been there. That

was his place.

He went there to walk and think. He

wrote his articles and books there. I

used to nag him to take me. But he said

there was nothing but mean trees and

ruly shrubbery, a hard bed and a bumpy

road.

>> Come on, Alex. I want you to see more.

>> I think I've dreamt about that place.

I've never been there, but I've dreamt

about it.

My father says we all dream about a

quiet place.

Come,

>> it is your room, Cassie.

>> I don't mean to be childish, honest, but

I can't let them sell it.

It's like selling your memories. Like

taking away the years, like they never

were.

It's not fair to sell a person's

memories, is it, Alex?

>> You'll keep your memories, Kathy.

Believe me, it's just a room in a house.

Long ago, it wasn't here.

Something else was here.

Kathy, everything changes. That's the

real truth.

>> Maybe that's true.

That doesn't mean anything to me.

Isn't it true that the rain is wet or

the grass smells sweet?

That doesn't matter.

What matters, Alex, is how you feel.

And I feel that the end of this house

is the end of me.

You see, it's just as comfortable as

sitting bed as a sleeping bed.

Catherine.

>> Mr. Hoving.

>> Wait. Outside. Kathy. Outside. Kathy.

>> The girl is 14.

14. Mr. Steedman. Did you just remember

her age?

>> You pig. You filthyminded pig. You

rigid, narrow, dirty thinking pig.

>> I'll have you ARREST FOR WHAT?

>> I KNOW YOUR TYPE. YOU WORLDLY MAN. You a

bomb at all.

>> You're jaded.

>> ALEX. ALEX. GO. DON'T. ALEX, NO. NOT

AGAIN. GO. ALEX.

>> ALEX. You were going to kill him.

>> No. Cathy. No.

>> You were going to kill him, TOO.

>> IT'S NOT TRUE. YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND.

OH, ALEX.

>> OH, KATHY.

OH.

Do we have time to make these changes,

Alex? It's nothing drastic. I just think

we ought to lighten it a little bit.

>> Either we do it or we don't. That's the

story, Lou. We can't

Please turn off the sound.

>> Has come to light concerning the death

some weeks ago of Dr. Leo Witet. The

police who had accepted the coroner's

verdict of suicide reopened their

investigations when a patient of Witetss

apparently took her own life late last

night. The patient, 28-year-old

Secretary Anne Tanner, had been under

Witset's care for about 6 months. Found

beside the body of Miss Tanner was a

note confessing her responsibility for

the death of the noted analyst.

Now for a report on today's

international match over to Wembley

there again inside the penalty cleverly

taken away by Mcron gets it. Beats him

turns inside right on the edge sticks it

and it's still good. HE BEATS THE

GOALKEEPER. IT'S THERE.

Won't you talk to me ever?

I'm sorry, Alex, about what happened at

my house. I was terribly frightened. My

uncle, well, he is what you said. He was

putting his thoughts into your head.

I'm sorry about your friend, Alex. Even

though she I am sorry, Alex.

>> They haven't finished the investigation,

Cass. It's not certain yet. It has to be

her, doesn't it? They said I can keep

the house after they have a formal

report. The insurance will be all right.

Then I'll be able to keep everything. My

father wouldn't want strangers living in

the house. Alex, I know he wouldn't. I

don't want anything of his to be sold.

>> What about the other house?

>> Oh, the one in Colchester. We didn't own

it.

I'd never been there. It had nothing to

do with me. My father said I wouldn't

like it anyway. Just some mean trees, a

hard bed, and a bumpy road.

>> Yes,

but I can keep my house, Alex, and I can

come and go as I please.

We may rent it for a while, but only for

a while.

Never need happened, Alex.

She was his newest patient. He shouldn't

have

>> How do you know she was the newest?

>> The male. The monthly letters to her

started after the others. See how

observant I am?

>> It's frightening.

>> If only he hadn't taken her. He was

tired. He worked so hard at the

institute.

Five patients were too many. He

shouldn't.

>> Five. But there were only four. Four

patients. Kathy,

>> of course, four.

Didn't I say four?

>> No, you said five.

And you're never wrong with facts, are

you?

>> Go on, try me again. Anything. Go ahead.

Try me.

All right.

>> Who lived there?

>> Hogarth. Mr. William Hogarth. He resided

there from 1738 to 1740. He's buried not

far from here in the Chisik churchyard.

Try me again.

>> And who lived there?

>> Mr. Horus Warpole. He lived there from

1748 to 1770. He died at the age of 80

as the fourth ear of Orford, a lifelong

victim of the gout.

Why is there something funny about the

gout, Alex? If it can kill people, why

does it sound so funny?

>> It makes people walk peculiarly. And

it's a name from another time, far

enough away for us to laugh.

>> You really know things, Alex. I only

know facts.

>> Did the police ever go to the house and

culture, Kathy?

>> No, they didn't know about it.

Why not?

>> It's my aunt, you know, Aunt Millie.

>> It was given to her by my grandparents.

They died after she married that. She

never told him it was her. She didn't

want to go there with him. So, she let

my father used as his own. She loved my

father very much. She wanted him to be

so much happier than he was.

>> Come on, Alex. Ask me some more things.

>> All right.

The address of the house in Colchester.

Now, that's difficult. An address you've

never been to.

>> Easy.

128 Willow Tree Lane, Denham Farms,

Colchester.

Woohoo!

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat. Heat.

Happy,

are you here?

Kathy, don't hide from me.

>> Hello, Alex.

I was downstairs, Alex. I'm sorry I

wasn't here to greet you.

>> I was worried about you, Kathy.

The housekeeper said you were staying

with a friend.

>> I am.

>> Are you going to stay here all alone?

I'm not alone.

>> I think we ought to go home now, Kathy.

>> Where's that, Alex?

>> Well, there are people.

People who care.

>> There's no such place.

I had such a funny dream last night,

Alex. attempt

was standing in front of the statue. The

one in the park you remember near my

school.

The one of Mr. Hanss Christian Anderson

near where we were standing was a dead

rose bush in a little pool of wood.

You said

you seek it.

There no secrets there.

Rose bush is dead and the water is

dying.

You said

look into the water, Kathy.

There's no reflection.

The water is dying.

>> Let's go, Kathy. There's nothing left

here.

>> You said that in the drainage.

Let's go, Kath.

There's nothing left here.

>> You're cleverer than I am, Alex.

>> Just older, that's all.

>> Much clever.

You knew I meant five patients, didn't

you?

>> Yes.

>> That game about Mr. Hogarth's house. Mr.

Walpole's house. It's not a game, was

it?

>> No, it wasn't.

You know what the third secret is, Alex?

First is what we don't tell people.

Second is what we don't tell ourselves.

And the third,

the third,

the third secret

is the truth.

>> Yes.

You see, you find out by understanding.

I only know because my father knew.

>> Don't stay here, Alex. This place is

closed. It's all sealed up. Please go

home.

>> I love you, Alex.

>> And I you.

>> We'll go together.

>> NO. NO.

>> WAIT, KATHY.

>> NO.

>> Don't run away.

My doctor was a devil. He wanted to put

me away. He wanted to shut me away.

>> Father loved you, Kathy. He wanted to

help you. You think I killed my father,

don't you? He loved me. He begged the

doctor not to send me away.

>> Kathy, there was only one person.

>> They had a fight. I know they did. I

went looking for my father. I wanted to

make him some dinner. He was getting so

thin, but he wasn't home. There was

someone else in the house. I took his

gun. I came down here.

And I I

>> You didn't mean

>> IT WAS A DOCTOR I KILLED, BUT THEY SENT

ANOTHER ONE. YOU AND YOU WANT TO SEND ME

AWAY too like him.

>> Oh,

>> IT WAS A DOCTOR. NOT MY FATHER. I LOVED

HIM.

>> NOT MY FATHER. I LOVED HIM. I LOVED HIM.

ALEX, HELP ME. PLEASE HELP ME.

ALEX,

ALEX, help me.

It was a doctor I killed. Where are you,

Alex?

Hurry, Alex. Hurry.

Alex,

help. Hurry, Alex. Where are you?

Steman,

why did my brother wait?

>> I loved her.

He was human.

He was weak.

>> My brother was one of the strongest

people I know. And a doctor, a fine

doctor. He

>> was.

And as a doctor, he made an early

diagnosis

borderline schizophrenia.

that there was a chance she could still

go to school

took that chance.

There's a chance she could stay with

him.

He took that chance.

>> My brother wouldn't consider taking such

a chance. And never with Catherine.

>> Only with Catherine.

Mrs. Oie,

your brother must have been heartbroken

trying to keep his child out of a world

of screams, of silences,

out of a world where she would grow old

without growing up.

>> But why did she come to you? Why?

>> She probably thought her father had some

little respect for him.

confused,

lost child.

Sensationalism surrounding her father's

death must have shocked her.

And she came to me

>> and you believed her.

>> Why not? I wanted to believe it. I was

the man in search.

I thought if your brother had killed

himself, he had failed me. That's not

true.

However, Leo Witet lived and died.

He was a fine physician.

It couldn't have failed me.

It was only my doctor,

not my God.

I stayed too long.

You rest now.

>> Do you know who saved your life, Mr.

Steedman?

Do you know who called me? Who called an

ambulance? Do you know whose arms were

holding you when we came?

Catherine.

You won't enjoy this, Mr. Steedman.

>> I don't expect to.

>> She won't speak. She won't hear you.

Why do you want to see her?

>> She's my friend.

>> Morning, nurse. This is Miss Witet's

visitor.

You look fine, Kathy.

Just fine.

I'm fine, too. All better.

I have permission to visit you all the

time, just like family.

All inside, Kathy.

always inside.

It's a good thing what you found out,

Alex.

And what's that, Kathy?

>> That he didn't die badly.

>> It's a good thing, isn't it, Alex?

Okay,

I'm crying.