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What I want to explain to you is...
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all these things that you think you have
done lately, or that have been done to you...
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are merely the fancied guilt of your past life
projected on the present.
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Do I make myself clear?
You must regard it all as a nightmare.
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The police records show that a carnival employee
by the name of Peter Krumbein...
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actually died of wood alcohol poisoning
in Burly, Texas.
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Self-administered. You told me you gave him
that bottle of wood alcohol yourself.
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But I suppose that was just another one
of your homicidal hallucinations, wasn't it?
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Or was the homicide a reality too?
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Speaking of records,
would you like to hear a playback...
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of the recital you made to me
that night?
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It's on file in my office, but I'll be glad
to let you hear it anytime you like.
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Listen. I can prove that you've been
in this with me from the start.
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That's another thing,
Mr. Carlisle...
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which clearly indicates the serious nature
of your malady.
1:32:00
Since I've been your counselor,
you've made a strange transference to me.
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You see me as a confederate
who's cheated you.
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That explains your entrance
by way of the fire escape tonight.
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Really, Mr. Carlisle,
I hate to say this to you...
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but you simply must have hospital care.
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These hallucinations of yours.
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We can't have you wandering about,
getting into trouble, can we?
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Listen, you can't bluff me
with that doctor-patient baloney.
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I want that dough. I want that...
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That's why you were stalling, huh?
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Waiting for the cops.
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That's ridiculous.
Why should I call the police?
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Don't you think I got ears?
What about that?
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- What about what?
- That police siren.
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I don't hear anything.