Dishonored Lady Page #3

Let's take her inside.

Well, no bones broken.

Bruises, that's all.

I think you'd better rest here for the night.

I'm a little surprised for a beautiful young woman.

You've been in an accident and you haven't asked for a mirror.

I guess that fits with the way you were driving tonight.

Perhaps you find the idea of living not very attractive.

Is that any of your business, doctor?

As a matter of fact, it is my business.

I happen to be a psychiatrist.

I don't need a psychiatrist.

You won't mind if I disagree with you.

Here's a beautiful young woman, apparently well-to-do.

Apparently in good physical condition...

who just doesn't care what happens to her.

This is interesting.

Not altogether unusual, but interesting.

Of course there are the obvious deductions.

It's my life, doctor, and I prefer to run it myself.

And you don't want anyone to see inside of it.

Perhaps you don't even don't want to take a look yourself.

Many women haven't the courage to face themselves.

So they look for escape in one excitement after another.

Half my patients are like that.

But I'm not one of your patients.

If you tell me how much I owe you, I...

I'll be going back to town now.

Very well, I'll drive you to the station.

Miss Damien, you're an intelligent woman, not an idiot.

Will you promise me one thing?

When you get ready to throw yourself off Brooklyn Bridge

will you come and see me first?

Goodbye, doctor.

Miss Damien? I'll give you her secretary.

Miss Damien's office.

No, Mr. Courtland, she's not here yet.

Shall I have her call you?

yes, Mr. Courtland.

Where's glamour puss?

She hasn't come in yet?

Well, who sent these?

Mr. Felix Courtland.

Mr. Courtland? Why, that's very interesting.

She never misses, does she?

Him-hmm...

Jealous.

If I'd given it any thought I could've predicted it.

Gladys, I won my bet.

She's got a new boyfriend.

I guess those dames got to have new excitement

all the time.

Yeah, here today, gone tomorrow.

Personally, I don't see what she sees in it all.

Is that any concern of yours?

No, Miss Damien.

I didn't hire you to gossip about my private life.

No, Miss Damien,

Go get your money. You're through.

Has Damien come in yet?

What's the matter, sweetheart?

Miss Damien fired me.

Fired you? What for?

She heard me talking about Mr. Courtland.

Courtland, eh? Don't you worry, I'll fix that.

I understand you fired June.

That's right.

What's the idea?

I don't like people to gossip about me.

You don't, eh?

No, I don't.

Well, it's pretty late to be thinking about a thing like that

and it's a rotten trick to take it out on your secretary.

Get out of here.

You don't think your life is a secret, do you?

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