All language subtitles for On a Clear Day You Can See Forever (1970)

Hey, buds below

Up is where to grow

Up, with which below
Can't compare with

Hurry

It's lovely up here

Life down a hole
Takes an awful toll

What with not a soul there
To share with

Hurry
It's lovely up here

Wake up
Bestir yourself

It's time that you disinter
yourself

You've got a spot to fill
A pot to fill

And what a gift package

Of shower, sun and love

You'll be met above everywhere

With fondled and sniffed

By millions who drift by

Life here is rosy

If you're a posy

Hurry
It's lovely

Here

Climb up, geranium

It can't be fun subterran-ium

On the exterior

It's cheerier

RSVP, peonies

Pollinate the breeze

Make the queen of bees
Hot as brandy

Come give at least

A preview of Easter

Come up and see the hoot
We're giving

Come up and see the grounds
For living

Come poke your head out

Open up and spread out

Hurry
It's lovely

Here

On a clear day

You can see forever

Forever and ever
And ever and ever

And you'll see who you are

On a clear day

How it will astound you

That the glow of your being

Outshines every star

You'll feel part of

Every mountain, sea and shore

You can hear from far and near

A world you never

Never heard before

And on a clear day

On a clear day

You can see forever

And ever

And ever

And evermore

And now the window opens.
It gently, gently opens,

and the night steals softly in.

Your eyelids now are heavy.

Your arms are numb and heavy.

Your legs are dull and heavy.

And you give yourself to sleep.

A deep sleep.

He's under. Lights, please.

I'll begin with posthypnotic
suggestion,

and after, if Preston here
is a good subject, regression.

- When does this class meet again?
- On Wednesday, sir.

On Wednesday.

Mr. Preston, after I waken you,
the first time I say the word

"Wednesday," you will take off your left
shoe and sock and put them on again.

Remember, the first time
I say the word "Wednesday."

Now for regression.

I will try and take Preston back
through his life to the age of five.

Stand up and turn around,
please.

I want you to go back in time
to your 20th birthday.

- Dr. Chabot.
- No questions now.

Now, five years more
to your 15th birthday.

Now, five years more
to your tenth.

Now, another five years,

and when I count to three
and snap my fingers,

you will be five years old.

Five years old,
at your first day of school.

One...

two...

Give me back my chalk, Henry.
Come on, Henry Tillsbury.

Give me back my chalk,
or I'll throw the glue at you

and you'll get all gooey.

Sit down, Preston.

Henry, I am not sitting
on your turtle. Honest.

- What's her name?
- I mean, Miss Hildebrand,

-you gotta make...
- Doesn't anybody know who she is?

Sleep.

To be hypnotized indirectly
is very common,

but to be regressed indirectly
is not only unusual

but a little nerve-wracking.

Listen to me.
You are no longer five years old.

You are as you are today.

And when I count to three
and snap my fingers,

you will awaken feeling fine.

One, two, three.

How do you feel?

Fine.

What happened?

- How did I get over here?
- You were hypnotized by mistake.

Your mistake or mine?

I suppose it was a bit of both.

I opened the window,
but you fell out.

What's your name?

Daisy Gamble.

You're not a medical student,
are you?

No.

Did everybody, I mean,
you know, fall out?

No. No, just you.

Just me?

I'm awfully sorry, Doctor.
I didn't mean to butt in, I...

I'm awfully sorry, everybody.

I mean, I didn't mean to butt in.
Please, go on with your act.

It won't happen to me again.

Boy, you can swing open
that window all you want,

and when the night starts crawling
in, my eyelids won't get heavy

and my arms get numb and heavy

and my legs get dull
and heavy and--

When I count to three
and press your forehead,

you will awaken and stay awake.

One, two, three.

Oh, God.

Why don't you step outside
and get a little air?

Sure. I mean, sure.
Have you got a cigarette, please?

I'm awfully sorry, Doctor.

Really.
Do you have a match?

Thank you very-- Doctor...

I'm awfully sorry,
kids, really.

Sh...

Push.

Sorry.

Preston, you are no longer
five, ten, 15 or 20.

You are as you are now.

And when I count to three and snap
my fingers, you will awaken.

One, two, three.

Do you feel all right?

- Yes, sir.
- What is it?

Sir, nothing happened to me.
I didn't go under.

Most people don't believe
they do the first time.

- Well, I know that, sir--
- But that is not your case.

No, sir. No. Is that all?

On Wednesday, when we meet again,
I want to discuss...

- What are you doing there?
- Taking off my shoe...

and sock.

Any particular reason,
or just bored?

See you all Wednesday.

Out like a light.

If you don't remember,
he was telling you

to take off your shoes and
socks.

Marc, did you receive one of
these?

Just routine meeting,
nothing important.

Doctor, could I see you
for just one minute, please?

- Don't you feel well?
- Yeah, sure, sure.

But I gotta talk to you. I mean,
about something very important.

If you call my secretary--
I'll see you this afternoon.

She'll make an appointment.

- But it's one question, that's all--
- Couldn't you ask me

at a Wednesday lecture?
If you come early, it's possible--

My God.

Come in. Come here, hey.

Come, come.
This way, please. This way.

Come in. Here.
Yes. Come in, come in.

This way, this way, please.

Here, come in.

You're doing that
on posthypnotic suggestion.

No.

Turn around!

I'm terribly sorry.

Is anything else coming off?

- Of course not. Here, your shoe.
- You're sure?

That's quite a weapon
you have got there.

Boy, you fellas must have one
glorious night after another.

I mean...

What's the matter?

- This just isn't my day.
- Come sit down.

You'll feel better in a moment.

Sit down.

- God.
- Now, what did--?

Oh, rats!

Thank you.

Oh, God. Don't you hate
cigarettes?

Now, what did you
want to ask me?

What I want to ask you is this:

Doctor, do you think--?

I mean, can people really be
hypnotized out of something?

I mean, of something like
smoking.

It's stuck in the dictionary.

Can you see how yellow
my fingers are? Look.

I beg your pardon?

Aren't you looking for a piece
of paper with an address on it?

- Yes.
- Don't you have a dictionary?

Well, yes.

Well, just see if it's in there.

You see, the other night

I heard this discussion
going on in the bathtub,

on the radio, and this man
said--

It's under X.

He said you could be, you know,
hypnotized out of it

without getting something else
instead, you know,

like fat or nervous or acne.

- Miss...
- Gamble.

What about this address?

Isn't that the one
you're looking for?

Yes, but how did you do it?

I don't know. I just saw you
looking around for something

and wondered what it was and...

You know, I knew.

Very well,
I won't pry into trade secrets.

Yeah.
About this yellow-finger problem--

Can you do any other tricks?

No.

See, I only have till tomorrow night,
and I was desperate.

And that's why I busted on your
lecture,

-so, you know, I could meet you--
- What else do you do?

Come on, you can trust me.

Well...

sometimes...

I do get the feeling
when the phone's gonna ring.

Or when someone's gonna drop
in.

So I wait.

And...

sometimes I can tell when people
are thinking about me,

so I'll go to see them.
I mean, you know, if I like them.

And...

that's about all.

No.

That's all. That's all.

I make flowers grow.

You make flowers grow?

Fast. I mean, fast.

And how do you do that?

I don't know.
Doctor, about these cigarettes--

Well, why don't you
just make them disappear?

I don't blame you.
I know it sounds...

It sounds so silly.

Well, never mind, Doctor.

I'm really sorry I bothered you.

Thanks anyway.

Answer your phone.

Yes?
Yes, Dr. Chabot speaking.

Yes, Conrad. I'm coming.

Order me a...

Double whiskey.

And you thought she saw it
sticking out of the dictionary

on the other side of the room.

Remarkable, isn't it?

And you think it was a trick?

She couldn't have guessed it.

Marc, I know as a psychiatrist

I could have my couch
taken away from me for this,

but you don't think by any chance
this could be a case...

of extrasensory perception, ESP?

All right.

Find the girl, hypnotize her
and prove to yourself

whether or not it was a trick.

You're against scientific
research?

How can ESP be called a science
when there is no scientific proof

-that ESP exists?
- What do you mean, exists?

Two people have the same thought
at the same time.

It's happened millions of times.

It exists, but psychiatry
calls it coincidence.

That's what it is.

Many people are not so certain, and
for a very good scientific reason.

Rubbish.

Pure, unadulterated rubbish.

Violet. Lily. Rose.

Mrs. Hatch?

This is my address
for that lunch tomorrow.

You can type it now.

- Doctor, there's a--
- When you've finished,

telephone every student
in my 11 o'clock class

until you find someone who
remembers the name of the girl

I hypnotized by mistake
this morning

-and--
- You mean Daisy Gamble?

Will you please tell me
how you knew that?

Well, she told me.
She's in the waiting room.

- Miss Gamble?
- Oh, hello, Doctor.

Hello. This way, please.

- No calls, Mrs. Hatch.
- I'll go to work on your address.

Did you lose another one?

No. Follow me.

- Now, Miss Gamble--
- I'll make it quick.

Do you know the name of a good
hypnotist I can go and talk to

and see if he could help me lay off
these cigarettes

before tomorrow night, or else
Warren won't get that job, see?

Then I won't bother you anymore.
Do you understand? Understand.

You don't even know who Warren is.
He's my fiancé.

Go on.

- Go on?
- Yes.

Well, you see, over here,
you know, in the United States,

they have these big companies that
send out these personnel directors

to these colleges to sign up the
bright students and their wives.

Well, Warren--
Remember? He's my fiancé.

He's graduating in the top two
percent of the business school,

and Chemical Foods, Inc. wanna give
him a lifetime contract, see,

and I can ruin it. I mean...

you know, if they don't like me.
I mean, that's that.

And they're not gonna like me.

Because Warren told me, you
know,

that they don't like addicts,
and I'm an addict.

And I'm an addicted addict.

I can't stop unless somebody
like you can make me.

Is that possible?

It's possible, provided it's not
a symptom of neurosis, or...

No, no, I'm normal. I swear.
I'm just an addict, that's all.

Last year I took some of these
vocational-guidance tests, you know...

Not for a job, but for Warren
to get to know me better,

and you know the results?

What?

Healthy, adjusted
and no character.

I mean, no character of any kind.
I mean, not even any characteristics.

You see, tomorrow night,
I've gotta have dinner with Warren

and one of these personnel directors,
so...

what do I do about
these rotten, miserable...?

Do you want one?

No, no, thank you.

How old are you, Miss Gamble?

Twenty-two.

And how old were you
when you started smoking?

Twelve. See,
I had this cousin, Harvey,

who came to visit us,
and he was smoking.

You know, he dared me to try.

Well, he was only nine,
what could I do?

Of course.

Miss Gamble,
I will try to help you today.

But from tomorrow on, you'll
have To go to someone else.

And if you call me tomorrow, I'll give
you the name of another doctor.

Sit here, please.

- You mean now?
- Yes, now.

Doctor. I don't know how I can ever
thank you. I mean, really, that is...

Gee.

- I didn't expect, you know--
- Never mind that, just sit down.

Good.

Please.

That's it.

Just relax now.

Relax.

Now, Miss Gamble, I want you to try,
if you can, to imagine that you see--

I see it.

- What?
- A window.

That's right, a window.

Now, keep staring at that window

until slowly, very slowly,

-the window begins--
- It's open.

That's right.

And now the dark of night is...

Well, you know the rest. Go on.

- Can you hear me, Miss Gamble?
- Yes.

Miss Gamble, if you truly wish
to stop smoking,

I would like you
to raise your left hand.

Drop your hand.

When I awaken you,

you will find that your desire for
cigarettes will grow less and less.

And when you want a cigarette,

your ability to resist it
will grow stronger and stronger.

Do you understand, Miss Gamble?

- Yes.
- Good.

Now, open your eyes.

Miss Gamble, this morning
you were kind enough

to help me find an address I'd
lost.

- Do you remember?
- Yes.

It was quite a trick.
Do you know how you did it?

Yes.

I thought so. How?

Well...

I saw you looking around
for something,

and... I wondered what it was,
and...

all of a sudden I knew.

- You knew what?
- Where it was.

- That's all?
- That's all.

I see.

Do you really?

Of course, a child can
understand it.

Who taught it to you?

I don't know. I suppose I got it
from Winnie Wainwhisle.

Who is she?

- Nobody.
- Nobody?

I mean, nobody anymore.
She's dead.

But before she died,
she taught it to you.

- No.
- No?

No.

- But you said you got it from her.
- Yeah.

Can you remember an incident

when you saw Winnie Wainwhisle
perform the same trick?

Sure, lots of them.

- Just one.
- Okay.

Where did it happen?

In London.

You know, in England?

London?
What were you doing in London?

I was with Winnie Wainwhisle.

Was it lately?

Well, was it before you were 15?

Mm-hmm.

Before you were ten?

Yeah.

Before you were five?

- What was it she found?
- A gold locket.

I see.

It was the one my husband gave
me.

Oh, really?

And how old was your little husband?
Three and a half? Four?

No. He was...

Let's see, 59. Yeah, that's
right.

Because he was exactly
35 years older than I.

- What?
- Than me?

Thirty-five years older?

Well, I know it's a lot, but he was rich
and he had a title, so, what the hell.

That would make you 24.
How did you get to be 24?

Well, after 23.

But that makes you two years older
than when you sat down.

Miss Gamble, how can you go back
to a time before you were five

and say you are 24?
Explain that to me fir--

Miss Gamble.

Yes?

What year are you remembering?

Year 1814.

Now, listen carefully.

You're saying you were alive in
1814.

Very well. I want you to tell me
everything you can about yourself,

beginning with your name.

You do remember your name?

My name?

Gee, I don't know if I can do
that.

I mean, boy, that's tough.

I'm Daisy Gamble.

Take your time.

Maybe I was called
something else once, but...

the only name I...

I mean, my name has always...

My name is...

My name is Melinda.

Melinda Winifred Waine Tentrees.

And I am appalled...

and stunned...

at this outrageous...

inquisition.

Inquisition, Lady Tentrees?

From the day this trial began,

you have been coiled
like a cobra ready to strike.

Trying to make me crawl
and cower and cringe

and admit to your monstrous
lies.

But you shall not succeed.

I shall speak only the truth.

I hope so.

Now you say your name
is Melinda Tentrees?

Would you tell the court
what knowledge you have

of the tragic voyage
of the frigate Westerly?

I know nothing about that unfortunate
vessel except that it sailed.

Yet you advised your husband
not to insure the Westerly.

How did you know
it would never return?

You have asked me that question
again and again.

I have answered it
again and again.

The Caroline sailed two days
after the Westerly,

also never to return,

insurance also rejected by Pelham
of London, upon your advice.

How did you know
it would never return?

I do not know.

I do not know.

You don't know if your name is
Melinda Tentrees?

Of course I know my name
is Melinda Tentrees, dunce.

And I also know my husband's name
and how old we are and where we live,

the street, the number and the
city.

I have a breathtaking grasp of
things.

How long have you been married?

Robert and I have been married
for three tumultuous,

passionate,
Scheherazadian years.

Your husband must be
remarkable for his age.

He's remarkable for any age.

- But still, at 59.
- Fifty-nine? Ass!

That was my first husband.
Robert is 31.

Oh.

What was your
first husband's name?

Lord Percy Moorepark.

Poor, fumbling, old, rich thing.

But you heard a witness testify to
having seen you on the London docks

on the night of November 14th,
consorting in secret

with a known enemy of the crown.

- He lies!
- Wait, wait, wait.

I'm so glad you interrupted. I cannot
bear this trial another minute.

What are you on trial for?

Oh, please.

Very well, never mind.

You were going to tell me
about an incident

when Winnie Wainwhisle
finds something for you.

Yes.

It was the day I first met
Robert.

What a glorious day it was.

- Where are you?
- Where we met.

At the Royal Pavilion at
Brighton three years ago.

Percy. Percy, put on
your spectacles at once.

Hurry.

Now look directly across the
lawn.

Do you see Diana Smallwood?

Unmistakably Diana Smallwood.

- Who is that with her?
- Robert Tentrees.

- What does he do?
- As little as possible.

Joseph Pelham was complaining
about him the other day.

He knows Tentrees' father
and gave the boy a position.

Maritime insurance.
You know, old ships at sea.

- Is he married?
- No.

But he should have been,
many times.

And he will be soon.

I can't wait to hear
how you arrange that.

Good evening.

My dearest love

Who existed in a dream

Till this evening

When a wave came
And swept me out to sea

None of the loves
That you have known

Could prepare you for the love

Raging everywhere in me

For all the arms

That have covered you
The hands that have touched you

And the lips you have lingered
on Before

Added together would be less
Than an olive

In the banquet of love
I have in store

Love seasoned to entice

Love with all the trimmings
Filled with spice

Love flavored to your whim

Served piping hot

With all the trimmings

For I'll decode every breath

And every sigh
Till your every lover's wish

Is fulfilled before it's made

Toss in some jealousy and doubt

Should it be required
Not rest till there's

Nothing more desired

Thus loving as I do

Never, never will you ever be
untrue

Having love with all the
trimmings

Waiting home

For you

Gentlemen. His Highness.

Chef, my good fellow.

Your Royal Highness.

Never in history
have taste buds been

so delectably treated
as they were tonight

with your extraordinary
salmon mousse.

Served with cream
and vin rouge sauce.

Garnished with truffles
and exotic herbs.

You seem to know this woman.
Who is she?

Winnie Wainwhisle.

- Do you have a name for this...
- Would you excuse me?

...if I may be allowed a Gallic pun,
this chef-d'oeuvre?

Yes, with pleasure.
Come this way.

I humbly christen it
Salmon Beurre Brigette.

To my chef!

- To the chef.
- To the chef.

- Melinda.
- Mum.

- Is that your mother?
- Yes.

How are you, Melinda?

Mum, did you ever hear
of Robert Tentrees?

Robert Tentrees?
He's not your kind, Melinda.

Hasn't got a halfpenny to his name.
Here, I got something for you.

- What?
- Your locket.

Coo! Where'd you find it?

Under the ambassador's night
table.

Well, that's a bit of luck.

What about this Robert Tentrees?

- Is he here tonight?
- Mum.

Mum, he's here, and I met him.
And I love him,

-and I'm gonna marry him.
- Marry him?

- But you've got a husband.
- I'll divorce him.

And don't you worry
about us not having any money.

In two years' time,

I'll make Robert Tentrees one of
the richest men in England.

That good-for-nothing.
How in the world

do you expect to make the likes
of--?

No.

No, Melinda. Don't misuse
your talents. Please.

Or God knows in how many lifetimes
you'll be paying for it.

What talents?
What is she talking about?

Well.

- There you are, milady.
- Thank you.

Thank you.

For I'll decode every breath

And every sigh
Till your every lover's wish

Is fulfilled before it's made

Toss in some jealousy and doubt

Should it be required

Not rest till there's
Nothing more desired

Thus loving as I do

Never, never will you ever be
untrue

Having love with all the
trimmings

Waiting home

For you

And just how do you expect
to get a divorce?

I'm going to be caught red-handed,
dearie. That's how.

Caught red-handed.

- There.
- Where?

Here.

Oh, Percy.

I knew you'd leave your spectacles
at home. Here.

Here is your other pair.

Thank you very much.

And is it not true, Lady
Moorepark,

that in the pursuit of illicit
passion,

you and Robert Tentrees
met regularly?

Yes. We met frequently,

-in secret.
- Lady Tentrees,

I suggest that you have
committed perjury to this court

and that you have consorted
with those involved

in the treasonous plot
against king and country

to destroy 38 British ships at
sea.

No! You are trying
to make a criminal out of me.

What? One moment, now.

You admit to these
indiscretions?

I am under oath.
I-- I cannot lie. Yes.

Not one written message.

I am under oath. I cannot lie.

- No!
- Wait a moment, now.

I beg you to consider
that she has cheated her--

- Confess a lie!
- Treason--

- I never--
- Stop.

Thank you. I'm exhausted.

So am I.

I can't go on with this.
I can't.

I just can't.

Neither can I.
No more questions.

You may sleep until I count to
three.

Then you will awaken
completely refreshed

and you'll remember nothing.

Except to smoke less.
Now, sleep.

- Mrs. Hatch.
- Yes, Doctor?

I've recorded this session.
After I leave,

would you make three copies
of it, please?

And send one
to Dr. Conrad Fuller.

One, two, three.

How do you feel?

Fine. How'd I do?

Beyond my wildest expectations.

Do you think I'll smoke less
tomorrow night?

I mean, more normal?

Yes, I think so.

Dr. Chabot,

if there's anything
I can ever do for you.

I mean, really, just,
you know, anything.

Pronounce my name "Chabot."

Isn't it C-H-A-B-O-T?

Yes, Chabot.

Well, anything you say.

Thank you.

Well.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

The...

Thank you.

Tad.

Tad.

- Hi.
- Well, well. How are you?

- What are you doing here?
- Well, you know,

same old thing.

- Looking for myself.
- Yeah, but what are you doing here?

Well, I thought I might
take a course in anatomy.

Maybe I'll find out how you do
all those wonderful things.

No. For Pete's sake, don't say
anything about that around here.

I mean, will you?
I mean, for Pete's sake.

Why? It's-- It's not
un-American.

I mean, you've got some kind
of psychic power, that's all.

I think it's beautiful.

Yeah, to you, maybe.
That's because you're a nut.

Daisy, a lot of people are
psychic.

Fine. I'm sure they're all very
nice,

but that is not the group
I'd like to be known as in.

I mean, if Warren ever found out,
he'd never forgive me.

He thinks I'm, you know, normal.

Normal?
Nobody even knows what normal is.

Warren does.

I-- I did write to you
about Warren and me, didn't I?

What are you looking at?

I think you're sexier.

You think sexier? I thought you were
noticing that I'm not smoking.

- Here, excuse me--
- No, no, no! I'm trying to quit.

Where are they? No, no, thanks.

Darn.

Two hours and seven minutes
without a weed.

I gotta tell the doctor.

Doctor? What doctor?

I went to this doctor, you know,
to help me stop smoking.

You went to a doctor for that?
Why?

Because five packs a day
is just un-normal.

- Warren.
- Yeah.

That's him. The one in the chair.
Isn't he dynamic?

You wanna see the job
I'm really interested in?

This is terrific.

They've got the finest
retirement plan I've ever seen,

and the pension starts
15 years before retirement.

- Fifteen years?
- Can you imagine?

You see, compensation
when you're sick doubles.

They pay for any operation,
including surgery,

and in the event
of mental breakdown,

they pick up the tab
for the sanitarium

for you or your wife,
in the event that she passes.

Boy, when I stop to think I almost
settled for that job in Paris, I could--

What the hell is she growing here,
Yosemite National Park?

I don't know how she does it.

- I planted mine the very same day.
- Where are yours?

There.

Boy, this is embarrassing.
She's gotta cut that out.

I'm so worried
about my nicotine stains.

- Daisy, I've gotta talk to you.
- Warren, this is Tad Pringle.

- Hi. Daisy, I've gotta talk to you--
- He used to be my brother.

- Really? Your what?
- Well, not actually.

I mean, his father
was married to my mother once.

Eight years ago.
Daisy and I were very happy.

Our parents weren't.

The judge stopped
the fight in the third year.

That's very interesting.
Daisy-- You'll-- Daisy.

I've gotta talk to you
about tomorrow night.

Now, how do you feel?
You nervous?

- Well, I--
- Swell. Now, just a couple of points

to integrate into the image.
Tomorrow night, before dinner,

no whiskey and no martinis.

Sherry. It's more feminine.
Got it?

- Sherry? But I throw up when I--
- Swell.

Now, you remember about the dress?
Not too low and not too high.

You see, Unkstadder's wife
is coming,

and if she catches him looking up
anything or down anything, that's it.

So tomorrow night, you're a boy.

And, Daisy, for God's sake,
no opinions.

I mean, talk all you want if you
need anything, but no opinions.

See, they don't like women
to have opinions.

In fact, they don't really like
women. They like wives and mothers.

Let me see your fingers.
Come on, Daisy. Let me see--

Can't you get that nicotine off?

From the knuckles down,
you look like Ho Chi Minh.

Warren, you won't have to worry
about the cigarettes.

- You'll never guess what I-- -Come
here, Daisy. I want you to see this.

This is our whole future.
Security unlimited.

Just a few years' work and we can
relax for the rest of our lives.

Yes? Oh, hello, Conrad.

Did you read the transcript?

What you think?

It's amazing, isn't it?

The names?
Well, like all these cases,

she must have gotten them
from friends or books or movies.

Mm-hmm.

Look them up?

In what?

Books about England.

Conrad, if you're implying that this
could be a case of reincarnation,

you are sicker than she is.

No, I can't see her anymore.
I have no time for all that nonsense.

See you tomorrow.

And from now on, you will find
the third puff of every cigarette

will have a bitter, bitter
taste.

Remember, the third puff.

Open your eyes.

Now, Miss Gamble,

yesterday you claimed
to recall a previous life

when your name was Melinda
Waine Moorepark Tentrees.

There's a Winifred in there.

Yes, I know. Now, where
did you get the name Melinda?

From my aunt.

She was the fattest woman in
London.

- In London?
- Yeah.

They used to say
the Duke of Westminster

owned everything in London
except one acre, my aunt.

That's very funny.

Then you definitely
have been to London?

Oh, yeah.

How many times?

- Once.
- For how long?

Twenty-eight years.

Twenty-eight years?

How old were you when you left?

Twenty-eight years.

Are you saying
that you left because you...

died?

Yeah.

What's the matter?

I just hated to die at 28.

I just hope I don't have to do
it again.

It's better than 22.

But tell me,

how did you ever climb
from the kitchen maid's daughter

to Lady Moorepark?

How?

Because of a lesson
I learned at the orphanage

where my impoverished mother
placed me as a child.

- Where was your father?
- Don't be rude.

Our postman, Mr. Pimpleton.

And this is Mrs. Brickstone
himself.

I scrubbed!

And scrubbed!

And scrubbed!

And I ate.

For recreation,
I plotted my escape.

I knew the exact location
of the hitching post

on the other side of the wall.

And I had practiced with this rope
for almost two years.

Up and up I went toward freedom.

My new quarters.

I looked around and thought,
"Oh, dear."

Thirty days in this dungeon
with nothing to do.

I found something to do.

Every night, I heard voices
on the other side of the wall,

which aroused my curiosity.

Cor blimey, a secret room.

Just the sort of place
you expect to find a buried treasure.

And what did I find?
A buried treasure.

Next to the name of every child
in the school

was the name
of the real, unknown father.

Except mine, of course.

It was lord this and the duke
of that and the earl of whatnot.

And as I turned the pages,

suddenly, through the dank
mustiness of the room,

I realized that I had in my
hands

the sort of stuff

that sent the flower
of English manhood

out into the world
to create an empire

and might very well
create a little empire for me.

My letters were simple and
honest.

"Dear lord so-and-so, if you do not
wish your child to know who you are,

please send one pound a month.

Sincerely..."

He sent one.

And he sent one.

And so did lots of others.

In fact, business was marvelous.

Until one day,

a nasty, dishonest child
stole my letters.

To my joy and happiness,

I was expelled.

When I saw the glow
those pound notes

brought to my dear mother's eyes,
I made a firm resolution.

"Melinda," I said,

"let this be a lesson to you.

Never, never do anything
except for money."

But what about Robert Tentrees?

He had no money,
and you married him, didn't you?

True, he had not
a penny to his name.

But love is the exception
to every rule, is it not?

You're crying.

Why?

I should have known that
one day he would desert me.

Desert you?

He was too weak to be faithful.

Why didn't I see that?

Is love so blind?

No.

But mistrust is so exhausting.

It's not easy to be
a strong woman, Melinda.

A man must be strong
for you to respect him,

but weak for you to love him.

And love makes the choice.

That's very clever of you.

Very clever.

Who are you, exactly?

I could ask the same of you.

But you seem to know me
better than I know myself.

That's because
I may have invented you.

Now, what does that mean?

Or don't you know either?

Oh, dear.

I'm suddenly a little...

A little...

Boy, am I beat.

You must be.

What's the matter with me?

There was never Melinda.

Robert never existed.

How could someone who never existed
desert someone who never lived?

And when I heard it...

why did it make me so sad?

No.

None of this is true.
None of it happened.

It's nothing but shadows and echoes
of things that never were.

This is a dream, Melinda

Just a mirage, so they say

This whole affair they all
declare

Was dreamed each step of the way

You're a mere dream, Melinda

Out for a gay little spin

Dealing me lies before my eyes

Of days that never have been

There's no Melinda

They say for sure

But don't go, Melinda

I know and you know

That you're no mere dream,
Melinda

Gone when the dawn glimmers
through

You and I know that long ago

Before the dream there was you

There

Once

Was you

Damn you, Melinda.

If I'm not on guard every moment, you
steal across the border into reality.

There have been thousands
of cases like yours.

And every one, without
exception,

has been traced to something
in the person's life.

This life.

Daisy Gamble, somewhere
in some closet of your mind

is the key to all this.
And I intend to find it.

If I have to squeeze out of you

every moment of
your whole boring little life.

So en garde.

One, two, three.

Hi.

How do you feel?

Fine. Did I do all right?

I think so.

How was the smoking
last night and today?

Much better. If the phone
hadn't rung this morning,

I wouldn't have smoked
until breakfast.

Do you always smoke
on the telephone?

Well, you've got to.
I mean, you just got to.

I mean, you got this hand
left over doing nothing.

Of course, I usually hear it
before it rings

and light up ahead of time.

Of course.

Where are you meeting Warren?

At the Americana.

Can I give you a lift?

- Thanks.
- Good.

You know?

Thank you.

You're welcome.

You sure I'm not gonna take you
out of your way?

No, you're not. Not at all.
I'm going to the Metropolitan Museum.

It's open tonight
and there's an exhibition

of English painters
that I want to see.

That's nice.

England's had some very good
painters.

I don't know much about it, really.
I mean, anything.

Don't you like painting?

I don't know.
I've gotten so used to wallpaper.

But it's still much easier driving
over here than in England.

In England, they drive on the
left.

Boy, those English sure
have a lot of guts.

No, it's the law.

Haven't you ever been to
England?

No. The sea makes me seasick
and I'm afraid of flying.

I mean, not really flying,
I'm afraid of the "no smoking" sign.

- But maybe I can do it now?
- I'm sure.

Wouldn't you like a quick drink?

- If you have time.
- No. Thank you. I don't think so.

- I'm supposed to be at the Americana--
- A short one.

Fine.

And what are you studying?

Well, let's see.

I'm taking domestic science
at Laura Bates Greeley.

And budget-making
at Mary Hope Curtis.

And child care at the Sarah
Plaut Gromberg Clinic,

you know, here
at the medical school.

And 20 lectures on planned
parenthood,

ten on how to
and ten on how not to.

What size family
do you come from?

Well, my father's pretty fat.

But the rest of us is...

You mean how many
brothers and sisters.

None.

I had this great stepbrother for
a while, but it didn't last very long.

I mean, there was, you know,
trouble in the front office.

You lived with your mother?

Yeah. In Mahwah, New Jersey.

Where?

Mahwah. M-A-H-W-A-H.

That's where--
That's where she lives.

Fascinating.

It is?

- Another drink?
- No, no, no. Thank you, really.

- I've gotta run--
- A short one.

Fine.

- Muriel, have you seen Daisy?
- I thought she was with you.

I goofed. Chemical Foods called
this afternoon and postponed,

and I forgot to call
and tell her.

- Warren.
- Daisy, I'm sorry.

It was called off
and I forgot to tell you.

- Did you wait too long?
- No.

- But you got something to eat?
- Yeah.

- Will you forgive me?
- Sure.

- Thattagirl.
- I forgot too.

- What?
- I didn't go,

you know, to the Americana.
I forgot too.

- You didn't go?
- No.

Isn't that a funny coincidence?

Yes, it certainly is. It's amazing.
You didn't go either.

You-- Didn't you really?

No, I didn't. And I'm not just saying
that to make you feel good.

I believe you. I believe you.
It's just that, well,

Daisy, this was an important night,
and what the hell were you doing?

What's the matter, Warren?
Everything worked out fine.

- Aren't you happy?
- Yeah, I'm very happy.

- Why don't you smile?
- I am.

I like your smile, Warren. Super.
See you tomorrow.

Look...

- Daisy--
- Good night, Warren.

Now, that's what I call a man.

What are you gonna do about
Warren?

That's the first time in my life
I felt like the opposite sex.

What are you gonna do
about Warren?

I wonder if he'll ask me
out tomorrow night.

What are you gonna do
about Warren?

What am I gonna do about Warren?
Oh, Warren doesn't care.

- Warren cares.
- Warren cares.

But I don't care.

You have to care
because you're engaged to him.

You don't have to care about him
because how do you know

he cares about you?
Then what are you gonna do?

What'd you say?

When you know
there's someone loving you

And you know
There's someone you love too

And they're not the same
What do you do?

Go to sleep, girl

Go to sleep
Go to sleep

Close your eyes
And hide from every care

When you wake up
They may not be there

But tell me, how can I sleep?

Tell me who could

When you see your whole life
Tangled up good?

I could drink
I could weep

Oh, but how can I sleep?

Go to sleep

Go to sleep

And when you and someone
Have a date

Which you made
When you were thinking straight

And when you and someone
Stay out late

It was bad to

But I had to

When they're not the same
Who gets the gate?

This is not the way to find a
mate

Go to sleep, girl

Go to sleep
Go to sleep

Go to sleep, girl

Go to sleep
Go to sleep

Comes the dawn
I may not feel the same

Comes the dawn
He may not know your name

In the sunlight
Who can see a flame?

But tell me, how can I sleep?

Look what I've done
Mess around with two men

Soon you have none
As you sow, so you reap

Which is why I can't sleep

Go to sleep

Go to sleep

Go to sleep

Go to--

How do you happen to be in command
of all this useless knowledge?

Because I'm interested
in extrasensory perception, ESP.

What does it have to do
with ESP?

Because if a case such as this

is not the memory of a past
life,

then somehow...

knowledge is being acquired
by a sense

other than the five
that we know about.

Ergo, extrasensory.

And, my boy, that's the solution
we'd better root for.

Because if reincarnation
is ever proven,

do you know who will be
the hardest hit?

The sweethearts of Sigmund
Freud.

Did you ever
look up Pelham and Company

or any of those ships?

This is a fantasy, Conrad.

To 600 million Muhammadans,
so is Christmas.

- Yes?
- Daisy Gamble is here, Doctor.

May I meet her?

Ask her to come in.

Did you ever try to hypnotize her
by telepathy?

For God's sake, Conrad.
Telepathy?

- Hello, Doctor.
- Hello.

I brought you these.

Miss Gamble, may I present
Dr. Fuller?

Hello.

How do you do, Miss Gamble?
I was just leaving.

They're geraniums.

Any minute now.

Miss Gamble says she can
make flowers grow faster.

Faster than what, Miss Gamble?

Well, you know, faster.

I mean, my friend Muriel and I,
we plant our seeds on the same day.

And, I don't know, my flowers
come charging out of the pot

as if the police were after them.
And poor Muriel--

Do you ever talk to your flowers,
Miss Gamble?

Talk to them?
What do you think I am, crazy?

Do you?

- You don't think I should?
Yes, I do,

and don't let anyone stop you,
either.

Well, goodbye, Miss Gamble.

Marc, I advise you
to check those names.

I brought these for your window.

- You know, sill?
- Thank you.

Let's put them over here.

Doctor...

were you thinking about me around
four o'clock this morning?

I was asleep then, Miss Gamble.
Why?

So was I, but something woke me up.
I could've sworn it was you.

Really?

Those look just great there.

Gotta bring you some more.

Miss Gamble.

I wonder if I could hypnotize
you by...

telepathy.

What would I have to do?

Just sit here...

perfectly still, and empty
your mind of all thought.

And I'll stand over here,
and at a certain moment,

I'll begin hypnotizing you
in my mind.

Do you understand?

Sure, I understand.
It's such a ridiculous--

Very good, Miss Gamble.
And very irritating.

About Melinda Tentrees,

you told me your husband Robert
deserted you.

Please!

Not when I'm about
to make an entrance.

Number four.

Black.

Melinda, my dear.
What a questionable surprise.

Do sit down, if you insist.

Thank you.

It's quite fascinating.
I cannot lose.

If I win, I win.

If I lose, you'll be in agony,
and I win.

Number ten. Black.

Well, you have lost.

And I am hardly writhing on the
floor.

Ladies and gentlemen,
place your bets.

And unlike you,

I know what it is to be poor.

All you have ever been
is without funds.

You're so smug about your humble
beginnings, aren't you?

You bore me.

Rien ne va plus.

That is not true.

You may resent me, Robert.

But you are not bored.

Number 19.

Red.

Play 24.

I've lost everything, what?

- Everything.
- Splendid.

I don't wish to be rich,
I don't wish to be knighted,

and I don't wish to be married.

You lie.

Number 24. Black.

Yes. I lie.

Do you enjoy lying?

To you and with you.

Ladies and gentlemen,
place your bets.

Play 36.

Rien ne va plus.

Must you have everything?

Man cannot live by bed alone.

Number 36. Red.

Good Lord, what does she
see in him?

That gigolo.

What a strange creature woman
is.

Does kindness, generosity
and devotion

fill her with kindness, generosity
and devotion? Ha!

But give her a good-for-nothing rat
who pinches her money

and every girl in town, and
she'll turn into an angel of love.

Oh, God, why didn't you make woman
first, when you were fresh?

"Robert: Must you have
everything?

Melinda: Man cannot
live by bed alone."

"Doctor: Now, may we go on?

Patient: I am quite tired.

Doctor: I can see you are.

You may sleep until..."
Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

This is the case to date.

Now, I want to see
by a show of hands

how many of you think
it's a psychological fantasy?

Everybody.

There's no question about it.
No argument.

And no evidence.

Only prejudice.

In my opinion, this case
merits further investigation.

And I intend to go on searching the
patient's life and mind for a clue.

In addition, the information
about England must also be checked.

If any of you have the time or
interest, I would welcome your help.

And the expected high for today
will be 72 degrees.

The time is now 16 minutes past
eight.

On the local front,
a nasty case of mysticism

has struck
the Stuyvesant Medical School.

Yesterday, Dr. Marc Chabot,
professor of psychiatry,

let it be known
that he was investigating

a possible case of
reincarnation.

And by dawn, the school
was surrounded.

Countless students,
seeking a fresh cause for rebellion,

congregated in front of the medical
school demanding academic freedom.

An emergency meeting

of the Stuyvesant board of directors
was called for this morning.

- I want those junkies out of the
yard. -We'll get them out, Brad.

Marc, we were told that
yesterday,

in your lecture hall,
you read aloud a case history

of one of your current patients
and in the discussions that followed,

you indicated that one possible
explanation...

You'll have to forgive me, Marc,
but this is what we heard.

One possible explanation
could be reincarnation.

Now, what actually happened,
Marc?

That's what happened.

What the hell did you say that
for?

- Because it could be.
- It could be.

But the point is it isn't.

The stink's coming right
through the walls.

We know, Brad.

Get them out of here before they
start setting themselves on fire.

We will, Brad!

This medical school
is a damn sick little guy.

The only way you'll be able
to get rid of the poison is surgery.

We've gotta go deep
with that scalpel.

I'm presiding here, Crock.

You might try to remember
how difficult it is

to get good college presidents
these days.

Gentlemen, I think we can cut
through all of this.

Marc, in a privately sponsored
school, such as Stuyvesant,

academic freedom means that if you
disagree with the administration,

you're free to go to another
academy.

That's a choice that you
are going to have to make.

At ten o'clock tomorrow morning,
I want you to bring into my office

either a letter denying
emphatically

that your remarks had
any mystic implications,

or a letter of resignation.

Is that clear?

Mason, I don't see how you could
ask me to do anything else.

We have got to stop this kind
of publicity!

Good day, gentlemen.

"And it was never my intention

to suggest reincarnation

as a possible solution

to this case.

I only wanted my students

to learn that all possibilities

must always--"

Are you all right, Doctor?

Yes, come in, come in.

All those things they said about you
in the paper, I was so worried.

- Come in.
- I mean, how is

-your mental health, Doctor?
- It's fine, thank you.

You're welcome.

Oh, boy, what a layout.

Gee, this is--
this is really something.

Who's that?

The woman who lives here.

I thought you lived here.

I do.

Where is she now?

Away with her husband.

- Are they French too?
- No. No.

They gave me their apartment
for the summer.

You sure you're all right?

Yes.

Doctor, how long has this stuff
been going on?

Quite a while.

Does anybody besides you know
who the thing is happening to?

- I mean, you know, who the nut is?
- No.

And no one ever will.

Do most people think it was
a man or a woman?

Yes, most people think it was
a man or a woman.

Daisy, would you mind
if we skipped your session tonight?

That's all right.

But we can still have dinner
if you like.

Oh, great! And will you let me
pick out where?

Of course.

Nobody ever asks me
where I wanna go except you.

I mean, everybody usually,
you know, always tells me.

I'm kind of a...
You know, a go-alonger.

I mean, people say "Come along,"
and I go along.

Downstairs where I live,
they've got this...

restaurant called
Enrico and Bernardi's.

But, well, does anybody ever
says,

"Daisy, do you wanna go
to Enrico and Bernardi's?"

No.

No, they say, "Daisy, we are going
to Enrico and Bernardi's.

You want to come along?"
So I go along.

I don't even like Enrico and Bernardi's.
They've got absolutely rotten food.

And the pizza, well, I have lost
more temporary fillings...

Hello.

It's you.

How are you tonight?

I am accused of treason.

And tomorrow I shall be ordered
to stand trial.

Does Robert know?

I sent him a message
two hours ago.

Where is he?

He should be home soon.

Could this be the moment
he deserted you?

Deserted me?

Robert has not deserted me,
and he never will.

You ought to know.

Why?

Do you think I can see
into the future?

Yes.

I can about certain things.

But never, never about myself.

Oh, I am pleased you came
tonight.

An hour ago I was ready
to leap from the bridge.

What's the matter?

Melinda, I came to say goodbye.

Goodbye?

We shan't be together ever
again?

No.

That's dreadful.

I shall miss you.

I shall miss you too.

You have brought something into
my life I never knew existed.

What's that?

Mystery.

How odd.

You have brought clarity
into mine.

What will I ever do without you?

- You have Robert.
- I know.

Whom you love.

I know.

But he isn't you.

How could I be

This at ease with him?

Pour out my heart
as I please with him?

He isn't you

He isn't you

When will I feel so in bloom
again?

When will a voice warm the room
again?

He isn't you

He isn't you

Memories may fade

In the shadows behind me

But there'll be the dream

That will always remind me

A dream

That I'll be forever

Comparing him to

So love me, he may

Even die for me

Sweep every cloud

From the sky for me

He may be king

But he'll never

Be you

But why must you turn back
into a caterpillar, Melinda?

How did you ever become
this little nothing of a creature?

Sometimes I think
if I hear another "I mean,"

I will tighten my tie until I
strangle.

Marc, sit down.

Mason, you asked me yesterday
to prepare a statement.

Forgive me, Marc.
Could we table that for a moment?

- Why?
- Just bear with me.

Marc, you know this building
is called Stratton Hall.

Do you know who Cleo Stratton
is?

The man who owns that enormous
yacht in the river?

He lives on it. He's now 80.

During the past 25 years
he's had diabetes, tuberculosis,

cataracts, half dozen
assorted tumors,

ulcers, gallstones
and water on the knee,

all of which the doctors here
at Stuyvesant have cured.

Coincidentally,
during this same period,

he has given the school
over 20 million dollars,

including his Social Security
and Medicare checks.

Mr. Stratton heard
about our conversation yesterday

and called me early this morning to
inform me he was definitely in favor

of your being allowed
to continue with your case.

With the four of us against it,

it made the final vote ten for you
and none opposed.

He not only wants you to
continue with your case,

but he wants me to organize
a permanent department

for research into reincarnation.

Good Lord.

Yes, I believe he is.

But Mr. Stratton wants proof.

It occurred to him that if it's possible
to identify one's previous incarnations,

it might also be possible to
determine one's future ones,

in which case Mr. Stratton could
leave his money to himself.

You mean, if he can't take it with
him, he'll come back and get it?

Yes.

Well, what do you think, Marc?

Well, what do you expect?
It's the chance of a lifetime,

of all my lifetimes.

Thank you.

I will so inform him.

You're...

You're not happy about it,
are you, Mason?

No, I'm not happy.
I think reincarnation is appalling.

It kills ambition,
perpetuates human misery

and propagates false hopes.

And is obviously a pack of lies.

Then how can you accept
his proposition?

I may be wrong.

Dr. Chabot's office.

Oh, yes. Yes, Doctor, she's
here.

One moment, please.

The doctor will be a little late.
Can you wait?

Yes, she can.

Then I can go home now?
Thank you, Doctor. Good night.

You don't mind being alone, do you?
He won't be long.

Oh, no, don't worry about me.

I wanna listen to the news, you know.
About him, if there is any.

- Good night.
- Good night.

I'm Daisy Gamble.

Maybe I was called
something else once,

but the only name I...

Take your time.

I mean, my name has always...

My name is...

My name is Melinda.

Melinda Winifred Waine Tentrees.

And I am appalled and stunned

at this outrageous inquisition.

You may sleep until I count to
three and snap my fingers,

and then you will awake
and remember nothing about Melinda.

Now, sleep.

But why must you turn back
into a caterpillar, Melinda?

How did you ever become
this little nothing of a creature?

Sometimes I think if I hear
another "I mean,"

I will tighten my tie until I
strangle.

Daisy Gamble,
somewhere in your mind

is the key to all this,
and I intend to find it,

if I have to squeeze out of you every
moment of your whole boring little--

I don't know why

They redesigned me

He likes the way

He used to find me

He likes the girl

I left behind me

I mean, he...

I mean, me...

What did I have

That I don't have?

What did he like

That I lost track of?

What did I do

That I don't do

The way I did before?

What isn't there

That once was there?

What have I got

A great big lack of?

Something in me then

He could see then

Beckons to him no more

I'm just a victim of time

Obsolete in my prime

Out-of-date and outclassed

By my past

What did he love

That there's none of?

What did I lose

The sweet, warm knack of?

Wouldn't I be

The late, great me

If I knew how?

What did I have

I don't

Have

Now?

I thought he kind of liked me.

And all the time he was thinking
of someone else.

Me.

Those questions.

He wasn't interested in me.

He was interested in me.

Oh, God.

Why did I have to come along?

I mean, what is so special
about an English accent?

Cheerio.

Tallyho, Doctor.

Yes, she gave me
the jolly message.

Nothing. Nothing is wrong!

After all, what is time?

If you miss me in this life, you can
catch me in the next, can't one?

What?

Well, kippered herring!

What did I have that I don't
have?

What do I need a big supply of?

What was the trick
I did particularly well before?

What did he see
That's gone in me?

What did I use
That now I'm shy of?

Why is the sequel
Never the equal?

Why is there no encore?

Where can I go to repair

All the wear and the tear

Till I'm once again the
previous me?

What did he like
That I am not like?

What was the charm
That I've run dry of?

What would I give

If my old know-how
Still knew how?

What did I know?

Tell me, where did it go?

What, what did I have

I don't

Have

Now?

Daisy!

What did you mean, "the next life"?
What were you talking about?

I've been trying to find you
since six o'clock.

- Where did you go?
- To Max's Hardware Store.

- Where?
- Max's Hardware Store!

My watering can fell off the
roof.

But-- But where
have you been since then?

You knew we were
supposed to work. I had--

You wanted to do
some researching tonight?

- You know, with me?
- Of course.

Casually glance at some
old English stuff together?

- We might. It's possible.
- And maybe top off the evening

with a little hypnotism?

Sort of one little trance
before nighty-night?

- It's for your good, Daisy.
- Get off my roof!

- What?
- I said, get off my roof!

- What's the matter?
- Get this straight, Chabot.

Your courting days are over.

I'm through being a go-between
for you and your dream girl.

You're not gonna go on
using my head for a motel!

Oh, my God. This is disastrous.

Oh, no.

Now that you know who you are,
you can influence every memory.

You're no longer reliable.

How did you find out?
Who told you?

- I played a tape, and all I can say--
- Which tape?

- How do I know? All I can say is--
- What was it about?

It was in a foreign language!
All I can say is--

- Did you tell anyone?
- And get put in a circus? No.

All I can say is...
Rats! I don't even remember anymore.

Oh, yeah. Yeah. All I can say is,
if you tell anybody it's me, I'll sue.

Do you hear me? I'll sue!

- There may still be a chance. Daisy--
- The first finger that touches me,

- I cut off.
- Daisy,

I insist you stop
this neurotic behavior at once.

Neurotic?
You get the hots over somebody

you're not even sure was anybody,
you call me neurotic?

Physician, heal thyself!

Daisy. Daisy, Daisy, because
I didn't tell you what I was doing,

you may feel betrayed and hurt.

But a case like yours
happens once in a million years.

And, Daisy, we have a breathtaking
adventure in front of us.

By the time we finish, you may find
yourself not only not an abnormal girl,

but one of the few genuinely
normal people on Earth.

Get off my roof!

I will not get off your roof
until I bring you to your senses.

Any other girl would be proud
to be part of this adventure.

Great. If you want to experiment,
go pick on someone else.

I can't, Daisy. I can't.
Daisy, I need you.

You bet your Aunt Susie
you need me.

And not for the noble cause
of science, either.

- You wanna see Melinda.
- Melinda's beside the point.

- You got the hots for Melinda!
- I am not your business!

That's right, Doctor.

You're not.

And I'm not yours either.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I got a lot of things to do.

I gotta spend more time
with Warren.

I gotta plan my life
with Chemical Foods.

And I need my roof!

So if you don't mind,
one, two, three, beat it!

Your roof?

Very well, keep your roof.

It's as close to heaven
as you'll ever get.

Melinda's soul inside of you?

God, what a housing shortage.

Damn you, Daisy,
I can't let you free. I can't.

Not with all the buried treasure
inside you.

- Help!
- You'll see me again.

You can count on that.
Again and again.

You have an appointment
tomorrow at 6:00. Be there!

Clip, clip!

Rats.

Oh, no, you don't,
Dr. Marc Chabot.

You are not going to hypnotize
me into coming back.

Fourscore and seven years ago,
our forefathers brought forth upon

this continent a new nation
conceived in liberty

and dedicated to the
proposition...

Mary had a little lamb,
its fleece was white as snow.

Everywhere that Mary went,
her lamb was sure to...

Hey, what in the name of--?

What the hell do you mean,
"shh"?

Jerk.

Fourscore and seven years ago,
our forefathers brought forth...

- Daisy!
-...a new nation--

- Daisy, what are you doing?
-...liberty and dedicated to...

Daisy, what's happened to you?
I left you a while ago, you were quiet.

Daisy, pay attention!
What are you doing?

Daisy, what in heaven...?
That's rude.

That is very rude, and I'm shocked.
That, Daisy, is not necessary.

I like you the way you are.

- Daisy! Listen to me!
- Warren!

This is not behaving
in a company way.

Daisy, will you--
For Pete's sake, look out!

Marc!

Yes, Conrad.

Marc, get out the champagne.

Shake out the confetti.

What's the matter with you?

I solved your case, that's all.
Will you ever forgive me?

The place to look for spooks,
my dear doctor,

is not in a medical library
or in Burke's Peerage,

but in a spook book.

This is an encyclopedia
of 19th-century psychics.

- May I read aloud?
- Yes, go on.

"Tentrees, Melinda. Clairvoyant.

Dates, 1787-1815.

Married to Sir Robert Tentrees.

In celebrated case,
Melinda Tentrees found guilty

of conspiring with enemies
of the crown

and was executed one year
after sentencing."

How does that grab you?

What about her husband?

Yeah, well, that's here.
That's here.

"Melinda Tentrees claimed
all her information

resulted from psychic powers.

But her husband
failed to appear at her trial.

His evidence might have saved
her."

Well, there it is.

And may I add that I find your
gratitude absolutely underwhelming.

Then she is not an illusion.
She lived.

Conrad, I have the feeling
I've known that girl before.

I've got to find out if it's
true.

Hi, fella.

- Hi.
- You seen Daisy?

- No.
- That's good.

Is something the matter?

No. No, it's just that we have a date
tonight with the personnel director

of Chemical Foods at 6:00
at the Americana and his wife.

I just wanna make sure
she doesn't forget it again.

I wouldn't worry about that now.

Yeah, well, you wouldn't worry
about it now because it's me.

- Wait till you have to get a job.
- I'm not going to.

Really?

How you gonna arrange that?

I'm rich.

Boy.

That's depressing.

You know, it's funny you never
know where Daisy is.

Why?

Well, you're engaged to her.
Don't you ever ask her what she does?

No.

- You're incredible.
- Top two percent.

Listen, how come I never see you
with any medical books?

Are you really going to school,
or did you buy the teacher?

I haven't started yet.

Then why are you hanging
around here?

- Actually, I came to see Daisy.
- Why?

She wrote me that she
was gonna be married

and I wanted to see
if she was happy.

Too bad.

Why, you got a better idea?

Yes. Me.

You?

That's incest!

We're only related by marriage.

What other way is there?

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Honey, you look kind of tired.
You ought to go back to bed.

I mean, you gotta be
in top form tonight.

Daisy, do you remember
everything we talked about?

- Yeah.
- All right. Now, for God's sake,

don't let on that you know
that screwball hypnotist.

Sweet mother India,
if they ever found out about that...

Hey, Daisy, I got a great piece
of news for you. You ready?

You don't have to worry
about the cigarettes.

I found out Mrs. Unkstadder
is a chain-smoker.

Isn't that a hot one?

Oh, that is...

That-- That is really a hot one.

Oh, Warren, that...

That is really a riot.

Isn't that a hot riot, Tad?

Well...

I've really got a hot one
for you too, Warren.

I'm that patient of Dr.
Chabot's.

I'm Melinda.

I'm not hearing this.

And do you know why my flowers
get so tall?

Because I talk to them.

Every morning I come up here
and I read them Walter Lippmann.

You talk to them?

And do you know what else?

I can tell when the phone's
gonna ring.

Walter Lippmann?

Watch.

Tell him I'm out!

- Hello? She's out.
- Now,

Warren, what time do we
meet tonight, six o'clock?

Great. I can't wait for you
to see my new dress.

It is not too low,
it is not too short.

It is transparent!

- But, Daisy, what--?
- I can't, Warren!

- I just can't!
- But, Daisy--

Warren!

Get off my roof.

I've been calling for eight
days, and for eight days

I've been told Miss Gamble is
out. When has she been in?

If she's not been in,
then she's not out. She's away.

Now, which is it?
Is she out or is she away?

And if she's away, when--?

Hello. Hello!

If you don't mind my saying so,
Doctor,

why are you so interested
in coming back?

You don't seem to be having
that good a time.

Thank you, Mrs. Hatch.

You've done the impossible.

You've given my depression

a depression.

You're out there somewhere,
Daisy Gamble.

And you can hear me.

So listen!

Hear my voice

Where you are

Take the train
Steal a car

Hop a freight
Grab a star

Come back to me

Catch a plane
Catch a breeze

On your hands
On your knees

Swim or fly
Only, please

Come back to me

On a mule
In a jet

With your hair in a net
In a towel, wringing wet

I don't care

This is where
You should be

From the hills
From the shore

Ride the wind to my door

Turn the highway to dust

Break the law if you must

Move the world, only just

Come back to me

Making a soufflé
requires alertness and cunning,

and patience.
And above all, stamina.

Beat, beat, beat.

Blast your hide

Hear me call

Must I fight City Hall?

Here and now
Damn it all

Come back to me

What on earth must I do?

Scream and yell till I'm blue?

Curse your soul

When will you come back to me?

Have you gone to the moon?

Or the corner saloon
And to rack and to ruin

Mademoiselle, where in hell

Can you be?

Leave a sign on your door

Out to lunch
Evermore

In a Rolls or a van

Wrapped in mink or saran

Any way that you can

Come back to me

Damn you, Daisy Gamble,
where are you?

Why can't you pick up a phone?

Hear my voice

Through the din

Feel the waves
On your skin

Like a call from within

Come back to me

Leave behind all you own

Tell your flowers you will phone

Let your dog walk alone

Come back to me

Let your tub overflow

If a date waits below
Let him wait for Godot

Ride a rail

Come by mail

Par avion
Par bateau

Dans une vieille

Deux chevaux

Come by steam

Come by gas

Come for free
On a pass

Under drugs
Under glass

Come back to me

Leave your bills all unpaid

Let your bed go unmade

Your soufflé unsouffléd

Come back to me

Come by sail
Come by freight

In a box or a crate
With your head on a plate

I don't care

This is where you should be

Come in pain or in joy

As a girl, as a boy

In a bag or a trunk

Shut up!

On a horse or a trunk

In a Ford or a funk

Come back to me

Come back to me

Come back--

Daisy!

Will you stop bothering me?

- Daisy, I--
- Day after day, night after night,

in the bathtub, on the roof,
awake or asleep.

What is this,
extrasensory torture?

I'd have gone to the police,
but with a story like this,

they'd have locked me up!
What do you want out of me?

Never mind. I know what you want
out of me and you can't have it

because I haven't got it.
Even if I did, you wouldn't get it.

- What are you talking about?
- Melinda.

My name never was Melinda
Tentrees. Is that clear?

- How do you know? How?
- I know. Well, how could it be?

- I'm not like Melinda.
- How do you know what she's like?

I don't, but you do,
you like what she's like.

You don't like what I'm like,
so I know we're not alike.

I know what I'm like,
and I don't like it either.

Because I'm like nothing and
like nobody,

and nothing or nobody can change me.
I'm stuck as I am.

Weak, a go-alonger, no
character!

- You have character to stop smoking.
- That's a dirty lie!

I didn't stop smoking, you made
my subconscious stop wanting to,

and I went along, just like I
always do.

Now, will you please
leave me alone?

Will you please sit down?

Now, you listen to me!

As little as you know about
Melinda,

it's gigantic compared to what
you know about Daisy Gamble.

You think you're nothing
and you walk around

Looking out over the world
like Jupiter on Mount Olympus.

Imagine having eyes that can see
the lost article of a friend

or someone about to phone you

or to be filled with a kind of love
that pulls flowers from the ground.

And if that were not enough,

you either have a heart so deep
it spans the ages

or a mind that's filled
with the total memory of life.

Why, Daisy...

you're a bloody miracle.

Could anyone among us
have an inkling or a clue

what magic feats of wizardry
and voodoo you can do?

And who would ever guess

What powers you possess?

And who would not be stunned
To see you prove

There's more to us
Than surgeons can remove?

So much more than we ever knew

So much more were we born to do

Should you draw back the curtain

This, I am certain

You'll be impressed

With you

On a clear day

Rise and look around you

And you'll see

Who you are

On a clear day

How it will astound you

That the glow of your being

Outshines every star

You feel a part of

Every mountain, sea and shore

You can hear from far and near

A world you've never heard
before

And on a clear day

On that clear day

You can see forever

And ever

And ever

And evermore

Gee.

Gee.

Daisy, I must hypnotize you

-one more time.
- No!

Not to see Melinda, I swear it.

Now that you know,
it would probably be distorted.

It's for another reason.
I ask you as a favor.

One last time.

Just hope I haven't forgotten
how--

- Daisy, can you hear me?
- Yes.

Open your eyes.

I want you to concentrate
very, very hard.

You have told me
about your life as Melinda.

Do you remember
any other previous lifetimes?

Oh, sure.

How many?

Let's see.

One, two, three, four.

Five.

Six.

Seven, eight, nine, ten, 11, 12.

Thirteen.

- Fourteen...
- That's enough, Daisy.

In all those lifetimes,

do you ever remember...

meeting me?

Yes.

Did we know each other well?

We were married.

Happily married?

It was...

beyond anything.

What were our names?

Laura and John Caswell.

Laura and John Caswell.

Where did we live?

It's funny.

We lived in Virginia.

I can...

I can see us, but I...
I can't see all around us.

What year was it?

It was 2038.

- I think I see--
- You don't have to go further.

No more questions.

Sleep until I count to three
and snap my fingers.

Then you will awaken and you
won't remember what you told me.

One, two, three.

Fine.

Thank you, Daisy.

When are you getting married?

Warren and I
have severed our relationship.

What are you going to do?

I don't know.

I thought I'd go up on the roof
for a while

and sit around with Tad.

You know, my ex-stepbrother.

I think that's a good idea.

What about you?

Well, you know, I'm married.

Really?

Yes, but we're separated.

Really?

I spoke to her and somehow
I think it will be all right now.

Really?

She says I've changed.

Have you?

Yes. Thanks to you.

I used to be in love with
answers,

but since I have known you,
I'm just as fond of the questions.

I think the answers
make you wise,

but the questions
make you human.

You got that from me?

Yes, I did.

Well,

I'm glad you got something.
It's only fair.

I don't smoke anymore.

Well...

goodbye, Doctor.

Goodbye, Daisy.

Bye.

Daisy, have you...?

Have you ever been to Virginia?

No.

Have you?

No.

Daisy.

You won't forget what I told
you?

On a...

clear day...

Rise and look around you

And you'll see

Who you are

Well...

so long, Doctor.

See you later.

On a clear day

Rise and look around you

And you'll see who you are

On a clear day

How it will astound you

That the glow of your being

Outshines every star

You'll feel part of

Every mountain, sea and shore

You can hear from far and near

A world you never

Never heard before

And on a clear day

On that clear day

You can see forever

And ever and ever

And evermore