Possessed

Watch your step.

- David?

- Watch your step.

I'm looking for David.

He ain't in here, lady.

- David?

- You're mistaken.

David...

I've been looking everywhere for you.

I thought I'd lost you.

David? My name isn't David, lady.

What?

Okay. You, lady?

Coffee?

Would you reach me the sugar?

Hey, you. Say, you drunk?

Here's your coffee.

Hey, what's the matter with you?

- She looks sick.

- Are you sick or something?

- Where did you pick her up?

- Sixth and Main.

Does she show any signs of physical injury?

Not as far as we could make out.

How many fingers?

Pulse low and irregular.

What's your name?

Can you hear me?

It looks like a coma.

- Diabetic?

- I don't think so.

- It's a non-traumatic stupor.

- Take her to Psycho.

How many does this make?

Twenty today. One manic, three seniles...

- six alcoholics, and 10 schizos.

- Going up all the time.

This civilization of ours is a worse disease

than heart trouble or tuberculosis.

We can't escape it. Well, what have we here?

Catatonic stupor. She was

in shock, but she's out now.

I see.

Beautiful woman, intelligent...

frustrated.

Frustrated, just like the others

we've seen. It's always the same.

Problem of some kind.

Simple, perhaps, but she was unable

to cope with it. And now this.

Complete confusion.

Hypoactive deep reflexes throughout.

Catatonic posturing,

waxy flexibility of the extremities.

Your diagnosis was correct,

Craig. Let me see the chart.

"Name unknown.

Previous medical history, unknown.

"Age, education, profession,

if any, unknown." All unknown.

"Patient's clothing bears labe

l from stores in Washington, D.C.

"Woman who saw her on the street said

she was asking for a man called David."

That's something to go on, at least.

Not much, but something.

Anyway.

David.

Well, hello, there.

I'm Dr. Willard. We're going to help you.

Feeling better?

Better? Much better.

You come from Washington,

don't you? Washington, D. C.

Where do you live in Washington?

Well, what's this?

You're married, aren't you?

What's your husband's name?

Is your husband's name David?

What's your name?

You can talk, you know. You just did.

You said "David."

Now you don't say anything.

Why is that?

Well, tell me this, at least.

How do you feel?

I said, "How do you feel?"

I...

feel...

That's fine, go on.

I...

You can't find the words, can you?

You want to, but you can't.

Something preventing you, is that it?

Just nod your head if I'm right.

I see.

We'll have to do something about that.

She shows marked thought blocking,

almost complete mutism.

Now, then...

in order to help you, we've got to

find out something about you...

and to find out about you...

we've got to make it possible

for you to talk.

We'll try narcosynthesis.

Seven-and-a-half grains

in 10 cc's of sterile distilled water.

Yes, Dr. Willard.

That's fine. It's not going to hurt.

It will just help you to tell us

what we want to know.

Don't you want to talk to us?

In a few seconds you're

going to be able to talk.

I want you to tell me what you're thinking.

Every time I see the reaction

to this treatment...

I get exactly the same thrill

that I did the first time.

Miss Rosen...

elevate the head of the bed, please.

Now watch, Craig.

There! That's better, isn't it?

Now you can think much more clearly,

can't you?

That's much better.

Much better.

It's all right. You're in a hospital.

Hospital?

What hospital?

Why?

You became very ill in a restaurant.

Don't you remember?

No.

I don't believe you.

- I'd like to leave now.

- All right.

You help us to make you well again,

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