The Three Faces of Eve Page #3

doesn't mean that you're what you call

losing your mind. Doesn't mean that at all.

It's no use.

Cos I am. You don't want to tell me,

but I know it now.

How do you know it, Mrs White?

Because now l'm hearin' voices too.

What kind of voices?

Just one voice.

But that's what that means, doesn't it?

- How long has this been going on?

- For months.

Why didn't you tell me this before?

What does this voice say to you?

She tells me to do things.

A woman's voice?

Can you recognise it in any way?

No, sir.

It sounds familiar sometimes,

but I don't really recognise it.

What does this voice tell you to do?

To do things like... leave Ralph,

take Bonnie and run away.

All kind of terrible things like that.

That is what it means, isn't it?

No, not in your case.

- But that's what everybody says.

- And in most cases they'd be right.

It's a serious manifestation,

the hearing of voices.

But the difference in your case is this:

you've been frightened by this voice

because you recognise it

as a symptom of illness.

People who are actually losing their minds

rarely find anything extraordinary

about hearing voices.

They almost invariably assume it's

some sort of extra privilege that they enjoy,

like personal radio reception

or a built-in radar.

Yeah, but what if sometimes it...

it sounds like my own voice?

Your own voice?

- Doesn't make any difference.

- Yes, it does.

You just don't wanna tell me, but it does, I...

Mrs White?

Hi.

Feeling better now?

I feel fine.

- What was it? A headache?

- No, I didn't have no headache.

She had one, but I didn't.

- "She"?

- You got a nice place around here.

Oh, she always gets those headaches

when I wanna come out.

I think she's a real dope, don't you?

- Who are you talking about?

- Eve White.

It's these hose.

They're nylon and l'm allergic to nylon.

I think l'll take'em off.

You don't mind, do you?

If you like.

I think you'd better turn around, though.

You're kinda cute,

but I don't think I know you that well.

Maybe sometime, though, huh?

- Hey, you like to go dancin'?

- Sometimes.

Would you like to go dancin' with me?

OK, you can turn around now.

- So you're not Eve White?

- I certainly am not.

Maybe one night this week.

You can tell your wife you gotta see a patient.

- And do what?

- And go dancin'.

I bet you're a real cute dancer.

I doubt if my wife would agree,

but back to the point -

if you're not Eve White, who are you?

Now what are you trying to do, kid me?

Seems more likely you're trying to kid me.

l'm Eve Black. You know that.

- You mean that was your maiden name?

- That's still my name.

l've never been married.

That's for laughs, gettin' married.

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