Dark Victory Page #2

An old lady was coming through.

I knocked her umbrella out of her hand.

- Why?

- Someone said I was drunk.

Another time, coming out

of Helene's on Park Avenue...

I ran into a woman

with her dog on a leash.

- I ran right into the leash.

- Oh, Judith...!

I didn't hurt the dog,

but the woman was furious.

Confidentially, darling,

this is more than a hangover.

If you don't tell Parsons

these things, I will.

No you won't, Ann.

You're my best and my truest friend,

and you won't tell a soul.

I wouldn't have told you except...

Well, I won't have a dumb animal

blamed for my mistake.

Yes, Elizabeth, what is it?

- Dr. Parsons is here.

- Dr. Par...?

I promised him you'd go to

a specialist about that giddiness.

But I haven't any time for doctors.

Martha, bring my things.

Listen, darling, you may be really ill.

I haven't time to be ill.

It's just some minor nonsense.

Very well.

If you're going up to town, I'm going.

I won't have another tumble

ruin your pretty clothes.

Don't be silly.

I'm perfectly all right alone.

Oh, you're as stubborn as a mule.

- Are we ready?

- She says she's not going.

Thank you, Martha.

Darling, I've got so much to do.

You have the big specialist examine her.

Goodbye, children.

Careful.

No, I'm sorry, Dr. Parsons,

I'm afraid it would be useless.

Dr. Steele has closed

his office, you know.

Permanently. No, he's not coming back.

- You're welcome.

- Sounds good, eh, Wainwright?

- I'm gonna cry in a minute.

- I gotta be out in 45 minutes.

What shall I do

with this case of Dr. Parsons'?

He's worried. He asked me

to hold you here by force if necessary.

You tell Dr. Parsons I waited

nine years to catch this train.

I'm not gonna miss it just because

some nitwit fell off her horse.

Listen to this:

"Miss Judith Traherne, daughter of the

late sportsman and wire manufacturer."

- Imagine putting that in a case history.

- You have Dr. Carter waiting for you.

Say, I'm awfully sorry, doctor. I believe

when I left, you were calling me an idiot.

The boys at the club

were talking about you.

- They won't believe it.

- What?

A man in your position

giving up a practice like this.

Joe, what do you know

about brain surgery?

Well, I think if I had

the surgical courage, I'd be in it.

To go inside a human's skull...

and tinker with the machinery

that makes the whole works go.

- That is romance, isn't it?

- Romance, huh?

There's your romance.

- Florist bill?

- Yes.

Flowers for my last patient.

He was a gifted young composer.

The night before the operation,

he started a new composition.

He didn't finish it.

- Maybe you read about it in the papers.

- Yes.

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