:52:01
-Darling, I've a confession to make.
-I'm listening.
:52:04
As a doctor, you irritate me.
:52:07
I'm here, swooning with love.
You ask me a question...
:52:10
and I don't like you anymore.
Do you have to sit there smiling...
:52:12
like some know-it-all
schoolteacher?
:52:14
I can't help it, that's
what happens in analysis...
:52:17
As the doctor begins to uncover
the truth...
:52:20
the patient develops a fine hearty
hatred of the doctor.
:52:24
You're going to hate me a great
deal before we're through.
:52:28
-And you're going to like that?
-As a scientist, yes.
:52:30
And if I biff you one, you'll
consider it a sort of diploma?
:52:34
-Yes, but don't biff too hard.
-No...
:52:36
I think we should go on
with our investigation.
:52:38
-We have some new facts now.
-What facts?
:52:42
You're a doctor, you were in an
accident, your hand was burned...
:52:46
-and you were in Rome.
-I was never in Rome in my life.
:52:49
You were either there,
or going there.
:52:52
You remembered something no doubt
connected with burning your hand.
:52:56
Rome, think of Rome.
Maybe Rome, ltaly.
:53:01
When did you go to Rome?
What did you do in Rome?
:53:06
Think.
:53:09
Think.
:53:17
Rome...
:53:22
I remember something.
:53:25
-Fighter planes spotted us.
-You were flying?
:53:27
Transport. Medical core.
Over Rome, heading north.
:53:30
-What happened?
-They hit us.
:53:32
Caught fire, uniform burned,
bailed out.
:53:34
What else?
:53:37
I don't know. It blacks out.
:53:40
-You left the army?
-Yes.
:53:44
I probably deserted, I hated it.
:53:46
I hated killing, I can remember
that much.
:53:49
Your guilt complex was obviously
inflamed by being a soldier.
:53:53
Stop it, babbling like some
phoney King Solomon...
:53:58
half-witted devil talk
that doesn't make sense...