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Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

Tonight as I promised you,

we are presenting a really big shoe.

Our play’s entitled, "You Can’t be a Little Girl All Your Life."

So we thought it would be appropriate to show you

the home of one of our first

and perhaps greatest child psychiatrists.

But before we show you the story,

we want to test your reflexes with this commercial.

If on seeing it you have the impulse

to leave the room,

you are absolutely normal.

[man] How do you feel, Julie?

Funny.

I mean far away.

There’s a buzzing in my ears.

No wonder.

But don’t think about it now.

I was worried about that eye.

It’s gonna be all right.

Julie.

Are you sure she’s all right, Dr. Vaughn?

She’s going to be fine, Tom.

Julie.

I’m sorry.

Sorry because some lunatic, some animal...

I must look terrible.

You’re beautiful.

Julie,

the police are waiting to talk to you.

-No. -But you have to talk to them sometime.

The sooner you do it,

the sooner they can find the man.

You do want to help, don’t you?

-Yes. -I knew you would.

Tom, go on out and tell them we’ll come right along.

I’m sorry to have kept you waiting so long,

but my wife’s terribly upset,

you will go easy on her, won’t you?

Don’t worry, Mr. Barton, we’ve been

through this sort of thing before.

[door opens]

Mrs. Barton, my name is Christensen.

Lieutenant Christensen, police department.

This is Mr. Dahl, of the District Attorney’s office.

Now, I know this is a difficult time for you, Mrs. Barton,

but it’s important for us to get any information

you may have, as quickly as possible.

Eh, do you think you’d recognize the man if you saw him again?

No.

How can you be sure?

I know the bedroom was dark, but there is a street lamp

just outside your window.

You could’ve seen something.

Mrs. Barton--

Let me put it this way,

Suppose we had this man in a place where

you could see him close up, but he couldn’t see you at all.

No.

[exhales] Think, Julie.

I heard a sound in the room, that woke me up,

but it was dark, I never saw him.

All right, tell us anything you can about him.

How big was he?

Tall? Short? Medium?

Tall.

Now, I’m not sure, I think he was tall.

[Christensen] About how old?

-[Julie] I don’t know. -[doorbell rings]

I’ll be right back, darling.

Groceries.

[exhales] You’re supposed to leave them in the kitchen.

Yeah, I know, but I was just back there

the door’s locked.

Well, go on around, I’ll open the door for you.

Mrs. Barton,

did you notice anything unusual about his clothes?

Anything you might have noticed?

I-I don’t...

-Gloves. -Gloves?

Leather gloves, I tasted leather.

Tasted?

He put one hand over my mouth before he started hitting me.

I bit it.

You bit into the glove?

Yes, I think I tore it.

[sighs] It doesn’t add up to much, does it?

It’s always the same.

If you gentlemen are finished, I think--

Just a minute please, doctor.

Mrs. Barton...

let me see if I can’t make you understand

why we’re doing this.

You see, there’s been a series of these savage beatings

in the community.

My office and the police department

are under constant pressure to do something about it.

But what can we do if the victim won’t help us?

[Julie] I didn’t see him!

Why won’t you help us?

Are you afraid that you might have to face

some kind of ugly publicity?

-Did you know the man? -No, I didn’t know him!

Now, Mrs. Barton, you wouldn’t want to be guilty

of turning a killer loose on your helpless--

My wife isn’t lying.

I didn’t say she was, Mr. Barton.

But she suffered a severe shock, she wants to forget.

You came home and found your wife unconscious,

didn’t you, Mr. Barton?

Oh, yes, yes, I did.

Now, was a few minutes past midnight,

is that the time you usually come home?

Well, it has been

for the past couple of weeks, I’ve had to work late.

And do you always phone your wife when you’re working late?

Yes, I phoned her as soon as I found out

I wouldn’t be home for dinner.

What do you do with these long evenings, Mrs. Barton?

It’s pretty lonely way out here at the edge of the town.

I don’t understand you.

Well, don’t you ever go out? Take a walk?

How do you spend your evenings?

Mrs. Barton...

don’t you see what we’re up against?

This is a very dangerous man on the prowl.

Now, he wouldn’t have come into this house last night

without knowing that your husband was working late.

That means he had the place staked out.

And he knew how to get in.

He didn’t come in here to rob this place.

He came in for just one reason.

This is you, isn’t it, Mrs. Barton?

You’re a very pretty young woman.

Now I want to show you what a pretty young woman

looks like after she’s resisted a man like that.

-[Julie screams] -[Dahl] Now every time

-you see your face in the mirror -Please!

won’t you be able to see the man who did this!

And if you are to see him again, won’t you be able

to swear he was the one!

[Julie] Yes! Yes! Yes!

Good morning, Tom.

Good morning, Mr. Dutton, you’re up early.

Have to get up early to make it out here and back in one day.

I’m glad you came, Julie’ll be happy to see you.

She’s in the bedroom.

Picked these out of my own garden.

They’re lovely, thank you.

A little early, but I thought they’d mean more to you

than store flowers.

They do.

[Julie exclaims softly]

Good idea to wear these,

have to protect those pretty eyes.

How is my little girl?

I’m all right, Father.

I’m fine.

Shouldn’t you be in bed?

It’s a little chilly this morning.

No, it’s not necessary.

Now, now, of course you should.

Come on, come on.

You let your old daddy tuck you in.

You’ll see.

You’ll feel much better, now wait! Wait, wait, wait.

There now.

-Isn’t that better? -Yes.

Don’t you worry about me.

I’ll just have a little chat with Tom.

Julie’s resting.

Well, that’s good.

Part of the paper?

Yes, thank you.

[Dutton exhales]

Son,

you know I’ve never been one to interfere with you and Julie,

but there’s something I’d like to talk to you about.

What’s that?

Well, you know how Julie is.

Maybe it’s my fault,

she was all I had after her mother died.

She was always with me, never alone.

Why she never even went out with any young men

until she met you.

She needs someone with her.

She’s not the kind of child that can be left alone.

If you think I wanted to leave her alone--

Now don’t, don’t misunderstand.

I’m not blaming you for anything.

But Julie is so nervous and this neighborhood is so remote.

Couldn’t you get a friend to stay with her when you have to work late?

She won’t be left alone again.

Oh, I’m glad to hear that.

Then when you’re held up at the office I won’t worry.

I won’t be held up, the deal I was working on fell through.

Fell through? Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know.

All that work for nothing.

And you worked so hard on it.

Well, there’ll be other deals.

But there’s only one Julie.

[doorbell rings]

If that’s another reporter...

-Mr. Barton. -Yes, I’m Barton.

Lieutenant wants to know if your wife is well enough,

to come down to the station this afternoon.

We think we’ve found the man.

They found him.

-Yes, son, I heard. -We’ll be right there.

Shouldn’t you get the doctor’s permission?

Oh, of course.

We’ll have to call our doctor first.

But I’m sure we can make it.

I don’t want to go, Dr. Vaughn!

I don’t want to go, to that police station!

You told them you’ll be there, I’m afraid you have to, Julie.

I don’t want to identify anybody, please!

Then, how do you expect them to pursue the case?

What would happen to me

if I identify the wrong man?

I’ve got confidence in you, Julie. You wouldn’t do that.

Suppose I do identify him,

then in a few years he gets out of jail,

he might come back to kill me!

I read about a woman who kept moving

from place to place trying to get away

from a man like that!

Julie, the DA was right.

You owe it to your neighbors and the other people

of the town, to at least try to identify the man.

[exhales]

I wish it was all over.

I wish it was all over!

[sobs]

It makes me feel ill!

There’s something you haven’t told me,

isn’t there, Julie?

-Why do you say that? -Symptoms.

What symptoms?

Those glasses.

They make you look better to people,

and people look better to you.

You’re hiding behind them.

I am not.

Julie,

I want you to tell me something.

Were you out that night before Tom came home?

You’re just like all the rest of them, aren’t you?

No one will believe me.

Even Tom.

He’s different towards me now.

You asked me what’s wrong with me.

All right, I’ll tell you.

I’m sure even Tom doesn’t believe me.

He thinks that I don’t want to identify that man.

Julie,

don’t you realize that Tom feels a sense of failure

because he didn’t protect you from what happened?

Now he’s acting like any outraged male.

[sighs]

I’ve always been so afraid of strangers.

I don’t like meeting new people, I can’t talk to them.

Don’t you understand, Dr. Vaughn?

This house is my world.

And Tom and my family.

They love me, Dr. Vaughn,

people who love you don’t hurt you.

But other people,

strangers...

Oh, Julie, that’s nonsense.

I can’t help it if it is.

I just don’t think I can go through with it.

I can’t testify at the trial.

Face cameras and crowds.

[inhales]

When I was a little girl,

I cried if anyone even pointed to me.

You can’t be a little girl all your life.

Mrs. Barton,

thank you for coming. I hope the reporters

weren’t too rough on you.

-No. -Good.

This is Dr. Karlweiss, director of the city hospital

for mental disorders.

The man you’re about to see

was under the doctor’s care two years ago.

Now, if you and Mr. Barton will be seated.

Now, there’s nothing for you to be nervous about.

All you have to do is look at the man

and say yes or no.

You said the man wouldn’t be able to see me.

He won’t be able to see you, you’ve nothing to fear.

All right, lieutenant, let’s have the suspects.

All right, bring them in.

[Christensen] Number one, step forward.

Take off your hat.

All right, step back. Number two, forward.

Your hat.

Step back. Number three.

All right, step back.

Mrs. Barton, you’ve got to try to cooperate.

Is it any one of these men?

I am trying.

Let’s start again.

Number one, again.

[breathing heavily]

All right, back. Number two.

[breathing heavily]

[cries]

You recognized him, didn’t you?

I’m not sure!

You can’t mean that, he is the man, isn’t he?

Surely, if there’s any doubt...

How can there be any doubt? You saw how she reacted.

He’s the man, isn’t he, Mrs. Barton? Isn’t he?

[sobs]

Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes.

There you are, doctor.

She recognized Brunner.

You picked the right man, Mrs. Barton.

[Christensen] Stop him!

[police man] All right, let’s go outside.

I know how you feel, Mr. Barton.

But you wouldn’t want me to charge you

with attempted assault, would you?

[breathing deeply] No.

Well, then, you just simmer down

and let us finish the job. Get him up.

[Christensen exclaims]

I think you’d better call a doctor.

You men seem to have broken my leg,

[exhales] When Brunner’s trial is over

we’re going to take a second honeymoon.

[chuckles] I’d like that.

You’ve been through a bad time, I’ve only made it worse.

We won’t have that kind of talk.

We’ve got to get started for the doctors.

You put your jacket on.

I’ll get your coat, it’s chilly.

[sighs]

[door opens]

I thought we might go back to Mexico City.

Remember, Julie? Would you like that?

[exclaims]

This glove,

where did you get it?

Oh...

-Julie, give me that. -It’s torn.

You...

It was you!

You hit me!

Now, listen to me.

This glove...

I remember it.

It’s yours!

Darling, I, uh...

I don’t know what happened. I...

You see this...

This deal I was working on...

killing myself over,

it fell through.

Nothing seemed right.

I went out and got drunk,

suddenly this house,

you,

everything seemed like a yoke around my neck!

Something exploded in my head!

If only you had told me!

But you made me say it was Brunner!

Now, Brunner doesn’t matter.

Everybody will be better off without a man like Brunner.

But you knew he was innocent!

You knew!

You’re the one!

Julie, don’t be a fool.

They won’t believe you.

They’ll say you’re out of your mind!

They will believe me.

They will believe me!

I was sorry to see the police catch up with Tom.

I must say I can’t blame him too much.

After all,

any woman who would deliberately

mutilate a pair of a husband’s gloves...

I should be back in just one minute.

That is quite enough for one night, I’m sure.

Next week, you may be strong enough for more.

By the way,

this is the child psychiatrist I mentioned.

Goodnight.