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I don't want to do anything

that's going to make you unhappy.

And us?

- What about us?

- What can there be about us?

What do you mean?

- What about all our plans?

- Our plans?

Why do you think

I want you to save Frankie?

Do you think

I'd care whether he's alive or dead?

Not a bit. It meant money for us.

It meant being together, you and I.

- That's what I cared about.

- We can still be married.

I have my practice, I have my prison work.

- We can start together and...

- No, I couldn't, Lloyd.

- I just couldn't.

- You said you loved me.

Do you remember the first time

I came to see you in your office?

Your dingy, gloomy office

in that dingy, dirty street,

the rotten smell

from the factory chimneys

pressing down on

the shabby little houses?

The slovenly old women,

the gray-faced, dirty little children,

starting out with

everything against them?

I remember that street.

- Do you love me?

- Yes.

But I can't forget your street.

I remember every little thing about it.

And if I had never seen it,

I still could have described it

because that street

runs all over the world.

I know because

that's the street I came from,

6,000 miles from here

in a little English mill town.

But it's the same rotten street,

the same factories, the same people,

and the same

dirty little gray-faced children.

I need you.

Oh, it's no use, Lloyd.

I can't go back to that

sick, unhealthy street,

the street I came from.

I can't go back to it. I can't, Lloyd, I won't.

And I can't leave it. I'm a doctor.

I've been trained to face things

that are sick and unhealthy,

to make them better,

not to run away from them.

And that's what you're trying to do,

run away, run away from reality.

Reality? What do you know about reality?

You like the clothes I wear, don't you?

You like to smell the perfume I use.

You like that, don't you?

That perfume costs $75 a bottle.

Seventy-five dollars.

That's as much as you earn in a week

of sopping up running noses.

A bottle of perfume, that's our reality.

I can't do it your way.

That's what I said.

Doctor Craig's office.

No, he hasn't come in yet.

I couldn't say, he's usually in before this.

Yes, I'll have him call you. Yes. Goodbye.

Here, blow. Blow hard.

What did you say

your address was, Mrs. Noonan?

Three hundred...

- Oh, good morning, Doctor.

- Good morning, Doctor.

Excuse me a moment, Mrs. Noonan.

Mr. Pelletti's been waiting since 8:00.

He thinks his arm is worse.

I don't know who the girl is.

Mrs. Noonan,

the lady with the boy, is new, too.

And Dr. Jones at the clinic

has been calling

and wants you to phone him.

- Here's your call list.

- Save it for later.

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