Experimenter Page #2

when a change,

a true and lasting change,

is about to overtake your life?

"...grass, man, girl..."

- Eighth floor, please.

- The same.

Are we going to the same party?

Probably. You know Doris Eissenman?

Saul Harwood's invited me.

Ah.

I've never heard of him.

Shall we continue talking or wait

till we're properly introduced?

You're a dancer?

Oh, well,

I studied, here and in Paris.

- But, uh... I work in an office now.

- Mmm-hm.

- What about you?

- I'm at Yale.

Limited dance skills, although

I did spend some time in Paris.

What are you studying at Yale?

I teach, actually. Social Relations.

Did you just give that guy there

your phone number?

So if I wanted your number

I can get it from him?

Social Relations.

- What does that mean?

- It's a combination.

Sociology, anthropology, psychology.

You know, basically covers

everything from

the way people talk in elevators

to the study of

role-playing, conformity, authority.

Rug,

pillow, hair, grass."

Incorrect. A hundred and...

sixty-five volts, strong shock.

Ah! Let me out of here!

I told you, I have a heart condition.

I will not be part of

the experiment anymore!

- He says he's not gonna go on.

- Please continue, teacher.

He says he doesn't want to go on.

Well, whether the learner

likes it or not, he must go on

until he's learned

all the pairs correctly.

Please continue, teacher.

Uh...

Calm down, concentrate.

"Sad:
Face, music, clown, girl."

Incorrect.

One hundred and eighty volts.

Ahh! Dammit!

Let me out, let me out!

He went all the way.

Most of them do.

"Sharp. Axe, needle, stick, blade."

No response from the learner must be

interpreted as a wrong answer.

Still laughing,

trying to hide face with hand.

Something's happening

to that man in there.

Can you please go check that

everything's okay?

Not once we've started.

Please continue, teacher.

So you accept all responsibility?

The responsibility

is mine, correct.

Continue, please.

Night, grass, duck, cloth."

Clenching fist,

pushing it onto table.

- How are you holding up, Alan?

- Necklace,

moon, paint."

Three hundred and seventy five volts.

Dangerous, severe shock.

Let me out of here, let me out.

Get me out of here.

You can't hold me in here.

Get me out.

- What is this?

- I just liked the picture.

The colors... Don't you?

Yeah.

Take it. It's yours.

Why don't you mail it to me?

Or we could leave it here

and you can move in?

That'd be easier, wouldn't it?

"Wet:
Night, grass, duck, cloth."

"Wet duck." Four hundred

and thirty five volts.

Huh.

Ohh.

Okay, um... "Brave: Woman, soldier,

dog, horse."

"Brave woman."

Four hundred and fifty volts.

Okay, what now?

I'm at the end at 450 volts.

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