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I told you two months ago.

I told you that I was
finished with this case.

I meant it then and I mean it now.

I'm finished.

Come in, Doctor, come in.

Come in, come in, come in, come in.

I'm sorry.

But, I'm off the case.

And, I don't wanna argue about it.

I've heard everything you had to say

and I don't wanna talk about it anymore.

I just wanna tell you that I'm finished

and that's it.

What happened now?

Nothing's happened now.

Obviously, something has.

No, nothing's happened.

Nothing's happened now,
it hasn't been happening

for the past seven and a half months.

Not sure why I'm so calm this morning

but at any rate, if I go
on with this kid, doctor,

he's gonna have me running up walls.

I tell ya time and time and time again

and I bring him to the point of contact

where I think I can do something with him.

And, every single time
I run into this hatred.

And, the boy hates me.

You don't understand how deeply he hates.

I understand.

That's his problem.

Cole, I know it's his problem

but, believe me, I know that.

But, you've got 14
psychiatrist on this staff

and two of 'em are Negros and one of them

should be down there with that boy

and not me and you know that as well as I.

The boy is 13 years old.

His mother was a prostitute
who brought home white men.

His father was hanged
by white men for killing

one of the white men that
his mother brought home

and your reasoning,

and God only knows I respect you

and I respect your experience

but Doctor, in this case,
your reasoning is wrong.

Dead wrong.

It's not wrong.

I spoke with the patient last week.

In my judgement, it is absolutely essential

having undertaken this case
that you see it through.

Don't you think I know that?

What in the hell do you think has been

keeping me going on this case for

seven and a half months
without getting anywhere?

Easy.

I'm sorry.

This boy's got me over a
barrel in a way that...

I don't eat.

I just don't eat.

I don't remember the last
time I've been able to sleep.

And, I feel like hell.

You have a job to do.

I never heard anyone
describe it as an easy one.

No, no.

No, if failing with that
boy means that I've failed

on this job, then I've failed next.

But, you're gonna take me
off this case as of now.

And, suppose I don't
tribute you from the case?

Well, then, I'm through.

And, I mean that.

And, I don't care.

You're really serious, aren't you?

I'm sorry, Doctor, that I've gotten excited.

But, I just can't handle it.

I'm serious.

You know I thought for quite awhile

about putting Smith or Harris on this case

because they are Negros.

But, I didn't for just one reason.

I have more confidence in you

then in either one of them.

They're good but they're not quite

as good as you are.

And, I do understand how you feel.

I do understand how you feel.

I quit my job one time

and it was the first
really good job I ever had.

Prison psychiatrist in
a Federal penitentiary.

Sit down.

A case that had me

over a barrel came in in 1942.

29 years old, caucasian,

and sentenced to three years for sedition.

Okay, whatever you say Doc.

See ya tomorrow.

I was working on 40 or 50

cases at the time and was 20 years ago.

But, I remember.

I remember the time he walked into my office

as if it were yesterday.

Sit down.

No, on second thought, that's a good idea.

Keep laughing.

Just stand there and keep laughing.

They told me downstairs you
don't like answering questions.

You gotta job to do, go ahead and do it.

Exactly what do you think my job is?

What do you think I think?

I'm not insane if that's what
you're trying to find out.

According to the information I have here,

you've done some mighty strange things.

That's your opinion.

Do you really believe all those things

you've been doing and saying?

You really do, don't you?

Enough to go to jail for it anyway.

If a man isn't ready to take some risks

for what he believes in, why,

either his opinions are
no good or he's no good.

Which is it with you?

Look, let's not get personal.

Are you a doctor or aren't you?

My job is to find out exactly

I don't care what your job is.

I don't even care what you think.

Why not?

Cause you're Negro.

So finish asking your questions

and let me get outta here.

You can go anytime you like.

But, before you go.

Tell me, what have you
got against us Negros?

You really wanna know?

I really want to know.

What do you got against us whites?

There's your answer.

Now that Jews put that
cripple in the White House,

you people think you've
got it made don't ya?

I suppose so.

Okay.

You got me in here, there's
nothing I can do about that.

You can ask me all the questions you want.

You can even write down that I'm crazy.

But, you can't keep me in here forever.

I don't know about that.

Shouldn't be too difficult to get you

committed when your sentence expires.

After all, I've got it made.

And, since they've got that
cripple in the White House,

should be easy to get a
couple of my colleagues,

a couple of Jew psychiatrists
to certify you insane.

You're trying to needle me?

Just trying to get to know you.

Tell me, do you really
feel what you believe?

What do you mean?

Well, what you say about the government

and Jews and Negros.

Most of it.

And, the rest?

Politics.

And, you really expect to win like that?

After all, look where
it's gotten you so far.

That was a predictable set back, I'd say.

After all, Hitler had his.

He wrote "Mein Kampf" in prison, you know.

You intend to write your memoirs?

Maybe.

What do you expect to do when you get out?

Same thing I did before.

Advocate the violent
overthrow of the government.

Not necessarily violent.

And, you'll defend all the American people.

In the meantime, I plan to read

and prepare myself for the future.

I understand you have a
marvelous library here.

I was somewhat ashamed

of the way I had conducted
that first interview.

I certainly did not feel
I had been objective.

I had to admit to myself
that I was disappointed

when I found that he was to be confined

for a relatively short time.

For everything about the man,

everything he believed and
stood for alienated me.

Repelled me.

Curious, I thought, how detached

and even tolerant I could
be with the murderers

and thieves I saw and treated
everyday but with him.

Well, anymore questions?

I see you're studying me.

Well, go ahead, how bout a closer look.

And, maybe you want me
to take my clothes off.

More on the basis of his history

than on the interview, I decided

he was a psychopathic personality.

He was paranoid, aggressive, antisocial

and because he was a leader type,

he might easily become a focal point

for the impressionable inmates.

I recommended that he
be quartered by himself

under maximum security precautions

to prevent him from spreading his ideas.

Okay, let's have it.

Round and round we go.

Roy.

Let him go, let him go.

I'll give you a good
reason for not liking Jews.

Break it up, break it up.

Break it up.

What's happened here?

Well, this big man here has been

picking on this little man.

Well, who started it?

And, don't you forget, I big man.

He's been make trouble
ever since he got here.

Well, I'm not surprised, I
just had a brief talk with him,

that was enough.

How would you like to
have a longer talk with him?

Frankly, I wouldn't.

I don't think I could be of help right now.

Why not?

There's little I could
do unless I get complete

cooperation and he didn't
seem very cooperative to me.

What do you expect us to do with him?

I don't know.

Look, let's just wait
awhile and see what happens.

But, if there's anymore trouble I'm afraid

you'll be stuck with him.

How's that?

Thanks a lot.

That's the spirit.

Keep smiling, I always say.

Yeah, well, whatever you always say.

I'll see you later.

Okay.

Hello.

There doesn't seem to be
anything physically wrong.

All I know is I can't sleep.

For the past week, I've been unable.

Keep breathing deeply.

Can't you give me some sleeping pills?

Not unless I find some reason for it.

Alright, you can put your shirt back on.

What am I gonna do then?

If you can't sleep, there
must be some reason for it.

Right?

I suppose so.

Well, that's what we're going to find out.

Take your time.

What can I do for you?

Look, I didn't ask to come up here

so let's no play any games.

Your answers are probably
on those cards anyway.

All I've learned from this is that

there's nothing organically wrong with you.

That you have occasional black out spells

and that you find it
difficult to fall asleep.

That's enough, isn't it?

What's that "what can I do for you" routine?

I didn't ask you what was wrong with you.

I wanted to know if you
thought I could help you,

if you'd let me help you.

Help me how?

Look who's calling the kettle black.

Whoever heard of a Negro
psychiatrist anyway.

Don't you people have enough troubles?

Boy, you must be a real masochist.

Why can't a Negro be a psychiatrist?

Well, he can.

Yeah, he can.

But, where's he gonna get his patients

outside of a federal penitentiary?

Psychiatry is an expensive thing.

Your people can't afford it, you know.

So the best you can be
is a prison psychiatrist

in the worst office they've got.

You wanna help me?

Why don't you just help yourself.

What do you mean?

This isn't the place for you.

What are you people are trying
to be white and respectable.

Wanna be doctors, psychiatrists.

Why don't you wise up.

How would I do that?

Go back to Africa.

What about those black out spells?

What about them?

Can you describe them?

Look, I just wanna sleep now.

Can't you give me some pill or something?

You were sent to me because the physicians

downstairs didn't think it
was medicine you needed.

Really?

And, what do they think you can do?

That depends on how willing
you are to cooperate with me.

For example, when I ask you something

I don't do it to pry but because I need

the information to help you.

Thank you, thank you.

I know what psychiatry is.

Then you should let me
try to help you sleep.

Okay, doctor.

You go ahead and you make me sleep.

Can you describe those black out spells?

Well, I suppose I can try.

Well, try.

Well, at first, I get a
little sick to my stomach.

And then suddenly, I feel like
something's coming down at me

and I can't breathe and I can't see.

Then, it's over.

What?

What is that something?

I don't know.

Do you ever have any
nightmares when you do sleep?

Look, I just wanna sleep.

When you have these spells do you

ever feel as if you're gonna fall?

No.

Have you ever fainted in your life?

When?

When I was a kid.

No.

I ain't answering none
of your spooky questions.

Hold your head down.

Down.

Do you feel unusually good or unusually bad

a day or so before an attack?

During an attack do you
feel strange sensations

in some parts of the body accompanied

by flashes of light or
color with strange sounds?

Do you feel your legs and body stiffen?

Do you feel as if your
breathing has stopped?

See, I had the same thing once.

Can you help me?

I don't know.

I'll have to know more about you.

After several extremely slow

and difficult months of analysis,

there finally came a knowledge.

A beginning.

He was an only child

and his conception, he soon found,

that was the only cause for the

sudden and bitter marriage that followed.

His father was a butcher

and he was quick to
anger and hard to please.

His vigor, it seemed, was
constantly replenished

by a drink and by a vengeful resentment

he felt toward his son.

I wouldn't cry.

I'd promise myself I wouldn't cry.

Why not?

Because I didn't want to be like her.

His mother was a weak and sickly woman.

Soon after the birth of her son,

unable to take the strain
of her husband's abuse,

she began to spend most of her time in bed,

from where she would fill the house

with her groans and complaints.

As far back as he can remember,

he had reluctantly been the
sole object of her affections.

How long is this gonna take anyway?

I just wanna sleep, that's
all I wanna do, is sleep.

You may leave anytime you like.

Within a few years

after his parents had moved into

a new middle class neighborhood

he had learned to play by himself.

The mothers in the neighborhood

had cautioned their children
not to play with him

and he, in turn as a defense, pretended

that his loneliness was something special

and of his own making.

It wasn't.

It was due to his father who had by then

become something of a
legend in the district.

His drunken ritual was known to all who were

within hearing distance
as he came home late.

Singing raucously and swearing obscenities.

What's the matter?

Do you hear me?

Can you hear me?

Stop, please, stop.

Stop it, stop it.

What's the matter?

Can't you stand a little fun?

I always seemed to know what to do.

But, the funny part in it was.

I never really felt sorry for her.

Why didn't you?

I don't know.

Don't you feel sorry
for people who are weak?

Guess I don't.

Why not?

Why should I?

They're the first ones
to resent pity anyway.

As a matter of fact, I admire
a weak man who competes.

Because a weak man who
competes becomes a strong man.

Stronger, in fact,
because he has to overcome

all the odds against him.

Do you really believe that?

Don't you?

That's a funny question coming from a Negro.

Why do you say that?

Do you think of Negros as weak men

competing against all odds?

Well, do you?

Well, I don't think of 'em as inferior

if that's what you're trying to imply.

You don't?

Not where they belong, not in Africa.

I see.

But, here, you think they are inferior.

That's right.

But, you admire them for
competing, you just said so.

Okay, if you want to
look at it that was, yes.

I suppose you feel the same way about Jews.

Yeah, in a more settle way.

What do you mean?

Well, they're more dangerous.

Why?

Because they pass for white

and they're smarter.

You use the word dangerous.

Exactly what is endangered?

The purity of the white Christian stock.

Tell me, when you were a child,

did you know any Negros or Jews?

Well, I didn't know any
Negros, I'm sure of that.

I'm not so sure about the Jews though.

But, I didn't have many friends

when I was a kid anyway.

Didn't you have any friends?

Sure I did.

Cut off from ordinary social contacts

and forced in upon himself at an early age,

he subsequently developed
an imaginary playmate.

With this creature of his own making,

he strove to achieve
some of the satisfactions

which were denied him in reality.

Satisfactions that weren't always proper,

yet sharply revealing.

Clean my shoes.

Clean my shoe.

I said, clean my shoe.

Let's play.

One, two, three.

Are you my friend?

You gonna listen to me?

No matter what I tell you to do,

are you gonna listen to me?

More than your father?

If I tell you something and your father

tells you something, who are you gonna

listen to first?

I don't believe you, you're lying.

Come here.

Come over here by me.

Right here.

Soon after he began school,

his playmate died.

Not all at once, of course, but slowly

dissolving into the fog of memory

where forgotten things disappear.

In school, he drew attention to himself

as a leader of daring recklessness

followed by new playmates gathered from

the undisciplined element to wage the small

anarchistic war he conducted against

the school authorities.

And yet, despite his attitude,

he progressed in his school work.

He had an alert and facile mind nourished by

a surprising gift for
immediate concentration.

And, had his conduct been closer to average,

he probably would have been
his school's prized scholar.

It just dropped out of my hands,

I shouldn't have gotten up, I'm sorry.

Help me back.

I'd help her then,

then she'd start in again
with her complaints.

I'm shivering, I'm really cold.

It isn't cold in here, is it?

Why do I feel so cold?

I wouldn't answer her most of the time.

I wanna go pick up the cherries.

But she'd wanna kiss me first.

You're the only one.

The only one.

And of course, she'd have it again.

Her cramp.

Always the same place

and she'd start to beg again.

Please, please help me, please.

Yes, that's it.

And, then it would be alright.

That's better.

You're such a strong little boy

and you've such strong hands.

Then, she'd go on and on.

I don't know how you do it.

Yeah.

You're the only one, the only one.

The only one.

Eventually, he began to spend

most of his time in vengeful daydreaming.

Out of voracious and romantic reading,

he constructed gory fantasies in which

he got even with everybody.

His favorite daydream was the one

in which he fancied himself
an eastern potentate.

In this particular fantasy,

two features are most interesting.

First, it set the pattern
for his sexual life.

Through the brute aggressiveness with which

he fulfilled his desires and imposed his

will on others irrespective of their wishes.

The second was paradoxical.

For in reality, he could
not stand the sight of blood

with which his fantasies were filled.

He had meant his father
and his father's trade.

During vacations and after school,

he sometimes would have
to help out in the shop

where he was put in charge
of the cash register

since he was dexterous
and quick with figures.

But, he was filled with apprehension

if he had to touch or even look at the meat

and to watch his father prepare it

was literally unbearable for him.

His father, knowing
this, would occassionally

taunt him about it until,
on a particularly busy day,

he asked him to cut up a piece of liver.

By the time he was 15,

he had left home never to return again.

I didn't say goodbye.

I didn't take any clothes
except for what I was wearing.

Just took off.

Where did you go?

Here, there, everywhere I guess.

Just roamed around working
at all sorts of odd jobs.

Anything I could get, I took.

Sounds pretty rough.

For a boy that age.

Believe me, it was.

Some of the things I had to do

weren't fit for a white man.

I'm sorry, what I meant to say was.

It's alright, go on.

Look, I said I was sorry.

What do you expect me to do?

Smile, let's not make a thing out of it.

You can appreciate the
fact that I apologized.

I do, I do, but you make
it sound like an achievement.

It is for me.

Look, you wanna go on with this?

Sure.

Why not, it's a great pastime.

It is obvious you think I'm hypersensitive

about my color.

It is also obvious you think
you could hurt me by it.

Well, let me fill you in.

I'm a doctor, I'm here to help you.

You want help, fine.

You don't want help, take off.

Those are the rules, you
take 'em or leave 'em.

Alright.

Now, where were we?

I don't have to take that.

I've worked with guys
who are sadistic killers

who are more human than this guy.

Now, take it easy.

Take it easy, take it easy.

You can afford to be objective.

I know it's easy to become personally

involved in a case like this.

That's right, that's why
I say I shouldn't handle it.

Believe me, I have tried to be objective.

I don't think you have.

For instance, you can't take his needling

although it's one of his symptoms.

Maybe I just can't handle it.

Look, ever since you started here

you've proved me right.

I grant you, I felt I was
fighting a noble cause

when I insisted on hiring you.

You're a good man.

You had a good record.

I like the way you spoke.

But, underneath I wasn't so sure.

Apart from taking the responsibility

of giving the job to a Negro,

I couldn't dismiss the possibility

that I could've been wrong.

That you might not live
up to my expectations.

Which could've been
unpleasant for both of us.

But, you did.

Not only did you justify my expectations

but you surpassed them.

Yes, you did.

The staff feels the same way.

Now, don't tell me you're
going to let me down.

"Just because you're a Negro",

is what he didn't say.

And, just before the depression I got a job

as a hard carrier with a
traveling construction crew.

It was rough, it was
the best job I ever had.

How old were you then?

Old enough but none of them knew

how young I really was.

They just knew I was smart.

After awhile, they started listening to me

and eventually they even obeyed me.

We were a hell of a crew.

We had some fights yeah

but sometimes some very funny things happen.

Like what?

Well, funny things.

You know what tic-tac-toe is?

It's a game, isn't it?

Did you ever play it?

When I was a kid.

We played it once.

But, I mean, really played.

What do you mean, "really played it"?

Well, you have to understand how it was.

See, we've been in this one
town for about two weeks

and this particular night was
our last night in the place.

Anyway, we were working
til our backs were broken

and our arms were falling off.

It was a crummy little
speakeasy outside a nothing town

full of nothing people
in the middle of nowhere.

It was run by a little guy and his wife.

And, he said it was his wife but I think

she was making more money than he was.

They were nothing.

You know what I mean, nothing people.

Anyway, it was our last night and we started

drinking early knowing we'd
never see a place again.

Hey, quit that, that's a bar.

Here, you wanna play?

Give you some paper.

C'mon, play with me.

You're gettin' soft.

What you need is some exercise.

That's it, I'mma give
everybody some exercises.

I'mma give your husband some exercises.

You wanna play, Pete?

Are you crazy, you're ruining my bar.

You know how much that bar cost me?

You just stand there and be quiet

and make sure Pete don't cheat.

You are the umpire.

And you, you're the umpire's wife.

Are you crazy?

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna play tic-tac-toe.

It's your turn.

It's your turn.

It's your turn.

Your turn.

It's your turn.

It's your turn, it's your turn.

Can't play in here anymore.

Ain't no more room.

Hey, let's go outside.

Yeah, there's lots of room to play outside.

C'mon everybody outside, everybody.

Lots of room out here.

Now, let's go.

You'll pay for this.

I swear to God, you'll pay for this.

Come here.

I'mma tell you what I want you to do.

I want you to go behind that bar

and lie down and go to sleep.

Don't make a sound.

Close your eyes.

Everybody closes his eyes
when he goes to sleep.

And, you can thank your smart
lady for my being so nice.

Turn around a minute.

In all those many months,

there had been times when I was uneasy,

times when I was repelled.

But, that was the point at
which I became frightened.

And, the really frightening
thing was that I wasn't

sure just what I was frightened of.

We tic-tac-toe-ed everything.

Have you ever had a girl?

Are you kidding?

I mean a steady girl.

Not for long.

What I mean is, have you ever had

a meaningful, emotional experience

with a woman that wasn't entirely physical?

Yeah, once, kinda.

What do you mean, kinda?

Well, around the time of
the depression I met someone.

Were you working then?

No, no, the whole crew had to break up.

There was no work.

No construction, no nothing.

Anyway, I wound up in the city and

that was no improvement.

How'd you manage there?

Guess.

Not selling apples.

Yeah, I was selling alright,

but they weren't buying.

Not much, anyway.

What about the girl?

That's where I met her.

Right there in the street?

Yeah.

She wanted some apples.

But, you know, I think she
felt sorry for me or something?

Cause after I filled up one bag,

she asked for another.

She bought all I had.

Just like that, without hesitation.

I didn't have a large bag so I had

to put the whole thing in four smaller ones.

She was awful nice.

Very polite.

It looked like she was gonna need some help

so I offered her some.

She didn't live very far.

On the way, we talked about apples

and how good they are for you and all that.

She seemed really interested
in what I was talking about.

As if everything I said
was something important.

And, you know, I even made her laugh.

Suddenly, we were there,
in front of her house.

I carried the apples in for her.

It was one of those brown stones, you know.

But, this one was all
clean and painted white.

Her father was in the living room.

She introduced me from the hallway.

And then, she asked me to wait while

she took the apples into the kitchen.

I just stood there looking
around and enjoying the warmth.

You should've seen the place.

Painting, chandeliers,
carved wood furniture.

It looked just like a picture out of

one of those high class magazines.

You'd never know there
was a depression outside.

Anyways, she came back from the kitchen

looking into her bag.

I suddenly realized she asked me to wait

because she wanted to tip me.

I just couldn't take it.

I'd never met anybody that kind before.

Or since.

The next day was really freezing

and the man selling roasted
chestnuts next to me,

he was reeling in business.

Suddenly, I saw her in the
small crowd surrounding him.

She had just bought a
large cone and she saw me.

She saw me and smiled.

She didn't just smile, she came over

and offered me some chestnuts.

We just stood there behind my apples

eating chestnuts, smiling,
looking at each other.

All of a sudden, she saw
something across the street.

It was her father.

He must've been passing by.

He sure looked mad.

He called out to her but she didn't move.

She stood right by my side.

Her father, then, turned and walked away

furious down the street.

She didn't seem to care.

She kept on looking right into my eyes.

But, I mean, right into 'em.

And then, she simply
asked me if I liked her.

I didn't know what to say, I just nodded.

She said if I would shave
and look as neat as I could,

she'd be happy if I would
call on her that evening.

At eight o'clock, that is, if I cared to.

I just couldn't believe it.

I wanted to thank her but I just nodded

and before I realized it,
she was gone down the street

in the same direction her father took.

I couldn't understand why
she would be interested

in a bum like me, but I shaved

and I tried to look as neat as I could

and at eight that evening
I was knocking at her door.

I waited for some time.

And, then I heard some
voices arguing inside.

Suddenly, the door opened.

She was just about to say something

when her father appeared between us

and made it very clear that
I wasn't good enough for her.

Very clear.

When did you join the Nazi party?

I never joined the Nazi party.

Well, the bund or whatever you call it.

It's called the German American Bund.

Look, what does this have to do with

my being unable to sleep?

I don't know.

Why?

The depression.

For who?

For the oppressed, for you, for me,

for millions of other good,
white, Christian Americans, yes.

But.

But, is it depressing for everybody?

Is it depressing for them?

With their money, they feel
they're the chosen ones.

You can see it when they
drive down the street

in their longs cars on their
way to the international bank.

They think they're the chosen ones alright.

With their fat wives and fur coats.

Fur coats.

Well, they have to keep warm, don't they?

It's been a cold winter.

They don't have to tell us that.

What do they have to tell us?

What do they try to tell us?

They're trying to tell us to crucify him.

They're telling us to take the nails

and crucify him.

By the power and the glory,
haven't they done enough?

Crucify him? Why?

Because they're afraid of him.

They're afraid of us.

Crucify him?

I say salute him.

Salute him.

He's the one who saved us from those

who own the banks,

who own the newspapers,

who own the White House.

Because I am not one of the chosen,

I say, salute Adolf Hitler.

At that point I knew that

my primary concern was not with

the welfare of my patient.

But, with the question of whether

he was making any sense

and how many people there were in this world

to whom he would make sense.

For although psychopaths
are a small minority,

it seems significant that whenever militant

and organized hate exists,

a psychopath is the leader.

And if, for instance, 100 disgruntled

and frustrated individuals fall in line

behind one psychopath, then in essence,

we are concerned with the
actions of 101 psychopaths.

Assuming that it has no direct

bearing on your problem, are you embarressed

talking about you subversive activities?

Look, first I've never done
anything I've been ashamed of

and second, as far as I'm concerned,

I've only done what I believe was right.

And that, in my book,
can't be called subversive.

It's a cause, just like any other.

I don't expect you to understand.

Being a Negro, you're biased.

But, you take the ordinary man.

Now, he's lost.

He has no real leader.

He wants a leader.

He wants a lot of things he doesn't have

and doesn't know how to get.

But, most of all, he wants
an excuse to get them.

A cause.

And, that's where you come in.

No.

No, that's where you come in.

No offense intended.

You see, we need you.

Where there's no definite enemy,

why, we create one.

People need one to blame things on.

So, you see, you're the secret weapon.

You're the cause to unite against.

And, you and the Jews, more than

anybody else, will be
responsible for our triumph.

And, just how do you intend
to bring about this triumph?

With people.

Take 10 people who believe in your cause.

Five of those bring a
friend, now there are 15.

They chip in, get a little hall,

do a little public speaking.

Now out of, say, a hundred people,

20 come over and ask questions.

Suddenly, you're 35.

35 dues paying people.

Now, those 35 dues paying
people bring friends.

And, there friends bring friends.

Some don't have any jobs,

so you tell them why
they don't have any jobs

and why their kids are hungry.

Then they bring their kids

and their kids are beautiful

and you love their kids

and you hate those chosen few who don't.

And, soon you create interest.

And, interest draws people
and people bring money

and money means a little organization.

And, there you are.

It gives you power.

And, power creates fear.

Fear creates hate.

And, hate creates the enemy

and the enemy fights back.

Fighting back creates more interest.

Yeah, right here ladies
and gentlemen, right here.

Get it right here.

Right here.

Believe me, if it wasn't for the war,

we'd be running things right now.

You make it sound so easy.

Go ahead and laugh.

Laugh and you won't hear us comin'.

And, you found many

who believed in your cause?

With the help of a syndicated columnist

among others.

He want us to support a
certain industrialists.

Ranging from Detroit manufacturers

to giant oil corporations.

We even got some movie people

from Hollywood on our side.

Before you knew it, we
were buying radio time.

We had youth camps throughout the country

teaching American boys and
girls of German descent

the qualities of leadership.

We even sent some of them to
Germany to get acquainted.

"Mein Kampf" was required
reading in every camp.

I thought it interesting that the man

who could not stand blood
now screamed for it.

His screams were effective, too,

for his standards of hate and glorification

of the brutal drew economic,
social and psychological

frustrates by the score.

I tell you we're moving.

This thing is going.

Well, you're not moving anywhere

right now in particular, are you?

Are you kidding?

So they stick me in here.

Listen, there were 18,000 people

in Madison Square Garden
the night I told you about.

Okay, they grabbed a hundred of them

and threw 'em in jail.

What do you think the other 17,900 are doing

right this minute?

And, you think this thing can be stopped?

That we can be stopped?

Yes.

But how?

How are you gonna stop us?

Well, you're a start, aren't you?

At least, temporarily.

And, they will be stopped because everything

you're driving for is founded on a lie.

A lie?

Now look, doc, can you be
objective for a minute?

I know you're handicapped

but are you capable of
being really objective?

Sometimes.

Good, cause I wanna tell you something.

No, in fact, I'm gonna show you something.

Alright, you say we won't get anywhere

because what we're doing
is founded on a lie.

Now, everybody talks about Hitler

and the big lies as if it were
a brand new invention.

Now, tell me something.

Where are you gonna find a bigger lie

than the one this country is founded on?

All men are created equal.

Everything this country's
supposed to live by, right?

You personally.

As far as you're concerned,

Joe Miller could've
written the bill of rights.

It's even funnier.

What do you got?

What can you do?

Can you walk on a bus or
a street car or a train

and sit down with a little dignity like

a free human being, like a free man?

You wanna go see a movie,

can you walk in just any theater?

Some flapjacks cooking in the window,

can you say, "hey, I'll have
some of those flapjacks"?

You're a Negro with some brains,

you could use a little education.

Can you go to the school
where you get it best?

Maybe you see a house you like

and you've even got the money to buy it,

can you live there?

You live in a ghetto.

North, east, south or west,

you live where they let you live.

In Harlem, USA.

Now, maybe you're good at some job,

can you go to work where you can

make something out of it?

Can you do any of those things doctor?

And, how bout your kids?

Are your kids gonna do any of those things?

Maybe.

Maybe?

Sure they would.

Yeah, in about 5500 years.

Have they got you so beat doctor

that you don't know when
somebody's making sense?

Why, you'd have been at
Madison Square Garden

if it wasn't for the fact that you're black.

Now, you hypnotize me.

Well, they got you hypnotized.

They got you so mixed up,

you're singing "my country tis of thee",

while they walk all over ya.

Right then and there,

I knew what I was frightened of.

Fortunately, soon after
the start of the war,

he among others, was arrested for advocating

the violent overthrow of the
United States government.

When you are just about to go under,

something happens and suddenly

you're wide awake again,

can you tell me what stops you?

What happens?

It's just like the feeling I get

when I'm gonna have one of those spells.

I get drowsy and sleepy and,

and then I get so frightened.

Why are you frightened?

I feel like I'm gonna die.

Why do you feel like you're going to die?

I don't know.

Is there an image, a mental picture?

Is it the body in

the sink you told me about?

Whose body is it?

I don't know.

Whose body could it be?

I don't know who it is.

You must know.

I don't.

You mean, it has no face?

Who is it?

Who is it?

Exactly what happened?

You know, it was just
like all the other times.

This was not like the other times.

You never had any tactic.

What difference does it make?

You're trying to avoid my question?

You lied to me.

You know who it is, don't you?

The body in the sink.

Who is it?

Who is it?

My father.

Was the image of your
father in every attack?

No.

No, before I saw myself in the sink.

Why didn't you tell me that?

I don't know.

Did you ever want to kill your father?

When I was a kid I used
to lie awake at night

praying he would die.

And, when he didn't, I'd think up ways

to do it myself.

Pick him up and put him on the counter

and chop him up, and chop him up

and chop him up.

I used to treat my momma.

I couldn't help thinking,

even at that moment, there must be

a million people in the world
with a similar background

with just as bad or worse early childhood

who managed, in spite of it, to become

a normal part of society.

He hadn't.

Do you know why your
father's image replaced yours?

His image and yours are interchangeable.

One image was the desire to kill your father

while the other was punishment for

the killing carried out in your fantasies.

You were punishing yourself,

in other words, you were
both a killer and the victim.

Once he understood the fantasy

that haunted him and he openly recognized

his hatred of his father,
the black out spells

that brought him to treatement
quickly disappeared.

I knew that he needed further treatment.

I might have ordered him to submit to it.

I didn't.

The truth is, I had had all I could stand.

He was able to sleep and stopped coming.

It took him just one month.

Slowly but surely, you've
done wonders with him.

I don't know what you've done,

but ever since you started with him,

he's shown the fastest improvement

I've seen around here.

Doesn't seem like the same man.

Thank you gentlemen

but I don't think I
could accept your praise.

His conduct has probably improved

and he has no more black out spells

but otherwise, I don't
see much change in him.

What do you mean?

Well, he's still a nazi, for instance.

Really?

He hasn't shown any evidence
of that for several months.

That's right and you
should take credit for it.

Believe me, he still is.

Is that why you haven't give him

a recommendation for parole?

That's right.

You're the only one that hasn't, you know.

That hasn't what?

Given him a recommendation for parole.

Really?

He's become a model prisoner according

to the guards and his supervisors at work.

Really?

Well, they are entitled to their opinion.

I am asked for an opinion from

a psychological point of
view and according to me,

he is not ready for parole.

Okay, assuming that we can't judge him

by his behavior, what extent then can

we judge his mind?

Well, that's for me to decide, isn't it?

Alright, well, let me remind you

we're not running a mental institution.

For instance, what if his personality

remained unchanged according to you

until his sentenced expired?

Would you expect us to
keep him here forever?

Even then, it would still
be my business, wouldn't it.

Now, look here, with all due respect to you.

You don't understand, this man is dangerous.

You don't know him like I do.

He is dangerous.

There's no recent evidence of that.

Alright.

Go ahead, release him.

But, don't ask me to
share the responsibility.

Now, take it easy.

Take it easy, take it easy.

That's what they did in Germany.

They took it easy.

Aren't you taking this
a little too personally?

How do you mean that?

Nevermind.

Hey, doc, there's good chance

I might get parole this month.

I wouldn't put too much
hope on your chances.

Why?

Well, there's a war on.

So?

You are an internal enemy.

You're gonna be asked for
a recommendation soon though.

What are you gonna say?

What I think.

Well, what do you think?

That you're not ready for it.

You mean, you're gonna turn me down?

I have very little to do with it.

All I'm asked for is a statement about you

from a psychological point of view.

And?

I'll have to tell them that I don't think

you're ready to go out.

But why? I'm alright.

Sure, you don't have anymore nightmares

and you sleep rather well.

But, your personality is almost

the same as when you came in.

But, what's that go to do with it?

Everything.

Look, please, I've gotta get out of here.

All I can do is help you to remake yourself.

Why don't you remake yourself.

I won't interfere with your parole.

But, when I'm asked, I'll tell them that

in my opinion your
personality remains unchanged.

You still have the same rotten ideas

and notions you had 18 months ago.

Well, those same ideas and notions were

believed in a lot of
places by a lot of people.

Although, I grant you,
none of them are Negros.

Still, you probably wanna
remake them all, don't ya?

You still have the
mentality of a storm trooper.

Thank you, I take that as a compliment.

They must be pretty smart,
those storm troopers.

They own Europe.

They took it over just like that.

And, you know what the funny thing is.

The first thing they
did was to remake Europe

and how did they do that?

By getting rid of certain people.

Now, over here it's gonna
be a little different.

You know it won't only be the
Jews we get rid of, don't ya.

You're gonna make it easier for us.

You won't have to wear any arm band.

We're gonna spot you a mile away.

Wait a minute.

I want an apology.

You what?

You heard me.

Now, you don't wanna get hurt.

I said I want you to apologize.

What are you gonna do if I don't?

Call the hacks?

You wouldn't be so brave on the outside,

doctor.

I won't call the guards.

It's just the two of us.

Now, are you going to apologize?

Alright.

I apologize.

You know why you apologize?

Do you want to know?

I refuse to recommend you for parole.

You took it as a personal rejection.

You felt persecuted as you
did when you were a child.

And I, like anyone who rejects you,

represented your hated father,

the person who really rejected you.

You wanted to strike back

but I represent an authority.

So, you're afraid to strike.

You decided to hurt me in a different way

by attacking me as a Negro.

You felt free from any
retaliation on my part

as I had put up with it in the past.

But, when I took off my coat,

I was no longer a symbol of authority

or even of a Negro, just one person.

One man stripped of
everything but what he is

and to one man, it's easy
to apologize, isn't it?

We could go over this tomorrow again

in detail, if you'd like.

Sure, doc, whatever you say.

Hey, where do you think you're going?

It's alright, it's over.

That right doc?

Alright.

Next.

How's it going?

Lousy.

Well now, look.

Considering the unusual
character of the situation

and the possibility of a personality clash,

don't you think we should have a discreet

talk with the patient?

It would clear up any doubts we might have.

Doubts, speak for
yourselves gentlemen, I don't.

Now, now, now, wait.

You didn't seem to feel
that way earlier at lunch

even though you have
taken a personal interest

in it from the beginning.

Alright, you leave me no choice.

Hello.

Hi.

I don't understand you.

You know I didn't want to handle this case

but no, you insisted.

You practically framed me
into it with your faith in me.

Well, where's your faith now?

Well, it's still there.

Really?

Well, I'm calling you to enlist your support

for my recommendation to deny parole.

I'm staking my professional integrity on it.

Really, you don't have to.

You don't understand, I am
putting my job on the line.

Well I, I don't know what to say.

Don't say anything, just think about it.

Alright.

Now, what about the Jews and the Negros?

Well, what about them?

How do you feel about them?

Do you mean now or when I first got here?

Now.

I feel I owe them an apology.

In other words,

you once were prejudiced against them.

That's right.

How do you account for that?

Well, I've changed.

Thanks to the doctor.

And, how do you account him not

recommending you for parole?

I don't know.

When I asked if he would,
he flatly refused me.

I couldn't believe it.

What did he say?

Well, when he refused,

I asked him if he didn't think I'd improved.

He admitted to that but he said

I still needed further treatment.

Was he specific about why
you needed further treatment?

No sir.

Some time ago, you stopped going to him.

Is that right?

That's right.

Was he the one who ended the sessions?

No, I guess I'm the one that stopped coming.

You see, he helped me a great deal.

He explained things to me.

He made me understand a dream

I was having before every attack.

Well, soon after, I stopped having the dream

and the attacks.

Yet, you say he wasn't specific about why

he wanted you to continue with him.

No, no he just said that I should be

patient with him and he couldn't tell me

what he was working towards

but I should put myself
entirely in his hands.

Yes.

I'd like to talk to you.

Come in, come in.

This should interest you.

We've been asking your
patient here a few questions.

I think you should hear this.

Sit down.

He tells us that although
you feel he's improved,

you want him to continue with analysis.

That's right.

Why?

We've been over this before.

Do you know that your
patient has only praise for you

and what you've done for him?

But, he also said that you did not tell him

specifically why you wanted
him to have further treatment.

He's lying.

Because he has something to hide.

I am not lying.

I tell you he's lying.

I'm not saying he's not clever,

he's about the most clever
liar I've ever seen.

Well.

It's true, I did insult
him in the beginning.

But, that was more than a year ago.

I never thought you'd
hold that against me now.

But, I think I understand now why you don't

want me to get outta here.

When I first came in here,
I had lots of problems.

I think the doctor's got
some problems of his own.

I'm not just one person to you, am I?

I'm a symbol.

A symbol of everything
you fear will destroy you.

You think I'm your enemy.

I've changed but no matter
how much I've changed

you'll never want me to get outta here.

It doesn't matter that
I've changed, does it?

It's all something purely personal now.

Between him and me.

What is this, a trial?

Come in.

Doctor.

What do you want?

Well, I'm on my way out
and I asked to see you

this morning because
that's the first I heard

that you were on your way out, too.

What do you want?

Guess I came by to say no hard feelings.

I had to do what I did but I
wasn't trying to get you fired.

I didn't mean to cost you your job.

You didn't.

No, well then, now how come you're leaving?

You wouldn't understand and I.

Alright, you're sore.

You know, I don't blame you for being sore.

But, you do see how things
worked out, now don't ya?

It's just about how I said
it would be, isn't it?

I mean, who would they believe?

All those people you've been working with,

who'd they believe?

The big black boy who's supposed
to be running this place

or the white Christian American?

You coward.

You vicious, slimy, rotten, little coward.

Let me tell you something.

Do you know what I wanted most?

Despite what you are and
despite what you were,

I wanted to help you.

I wanted to kill you and I would enjoy

to kill you right now with my bare hands

but more than I wanted to kill you,

I wanted to help you.

Do you know what that makes me?

That makes me more than just a good man.

That makes me a doctor.

Okay.

You come in here, day after day,

and you spout that stuff
about white Christian America.

I took it because that was my job.

Now, let me tell you something.

This is my country.

This is where I've done what I've done

and if there were a
million cowards like you,

all sick like you are sick,

all shouting down, destroy, degrade,

and if there were 20 million more sick

enough to listen to them,

you are still gonna lose.

You're gonna lose mister
because there is something

in this country, something
so big, so strong,

but you don't even know.

Something big enough to
take it from people like you

and come back and nail you into the ground.

You're walking outta here.

You are going nowhere.

Now, get out.

Get out.

What happened to him?

Do you know?

Yes, he was hanged about ten years later

for beating an old man
to death in the streets,

a complete stranger.

Now, I'm not saying that that case

was as difficult as the
one you're dealing with.

But, I am saying that
it put me under as much

pressure as you're under right now.

And, I didn't quit.

I know how I'm going to work this case.

I'm getting some burnt cork

and I'm going into the
next session black face.

Good idea.

Only, don't let me down
because you're a white man.