《爱德华大夫(Spellbound)》英中字幕.doc

爱德华大夫(spellbound)英中字幕 制作：沈金河()nurse: miss carmichael, please.dr. petersen is ready for you.im awfully sorry. i have to go.had a perfect hand.wouldve beaten the pants off you.- harry will take you, miss carmichael.- thank you.(whispering) watch her carefully.dont take your eyes off her.- how are you today, harry?- fine.- you look a little bilious.- its the light.i worry about you, dear.ill be all right.must we dash into dr. petersens office?cant we go sit somewhere in privateand talk, just you and i?love it, if i had time.would you?(chuckling)(sighing)(doorbell buzzing)come in.you ruined a very interesting card game,dr. petersen.you may go now, harry.ill be outside.i hope you feel better today, mary.- well, i dont.- you will.i think this whole thing is ridiculous.what whole thing, mary?psychoanalysis.it bores the pants off of me.lying on the couchlike some dreary nitwit, telling all.you dont really expect to get anywherelistening to me babbleabout my idiotic childhood.really.my patients invariably regard meas a wretched nuisanceduring our first talks.i see. its my subconsciousputting up a fight.it doesnt want me cured.exactly. it wants to continueenjoying your disease.our job is to make you understand why.when you know whyyoure doing something thats bad for youand when you first started doing it.then you can begin curing yourself.you mean ive been telling you lies?the usual proportion.youre right. ive been lying like mad.i hate men. i loathe them.if one of them so much as touches me,i want to sink my teeth into his handsand bite it off.in fact, i did that once.do you care to hear about it?tell me anything you remember.we were dancing.he kept asking me to marry him,panting in my ear.i suddenly pretendedi was going to kiss himand sank my teeth into his mustacheand bit it clear off.youre laughing at me.that smug frozen face of yoursdoesnt take me in.you just want me to tell you all thisso you can feel superior to me.you and your drooling science.i detest you.i never want to seethat nasty face of yours again!i cant bear you.you and your nickels worth of nothing!(sobbing)come on, miss carmichael.silly fool. letting a creature like thatworry me.miss frozen puss.(gasping)dr. fleurot, i want to talk to you alone.i cant stand that woman.ill see you later, mary.come, miss carmichael.murchison must be really out of his mindto assign carmichael to you.you may report your findingsto the new head when he arrives.you cant treata love veteran like carmichaelwithout some inside information.ive done a great deal of research onemotional problems and love difficulties.research, my eye.ive watched your work for six months.its brilliant but lifeless.theres no intuition in it.you approach all your problemswith an ice pack on your head.- are you making love to me?- i will in a moment.im just clearing the ground first.im trying to convince you that yourlack of human and emotional experienceis bad for you as a doctorand fatal for you as a woman.ive heard that argument froma number of amorous psychiatristswho all wanted to makea better doctor of me.but ive got a much better argument.- im terribly fond of you.- why?its rather like embracing a textbook.- why do you do it then?- because youre not a textbook.youre a sweet, pulsing,adorable woman underneath.i sense it every time i come near to you.you sense only your own desiresand pulsations.i assure you,mine in no way resemble them.stop it. im mad about you.im afraid im boring you.no. your attitudes are very interesting.youre exactly like miss carmichael.id like to throw a book at you.but i wont.- may i borrow this?- certainly.oh, and forgive me for my criticism.i think youd better stick to books.and another thing.pardon me for marching in,but im spreading the tidings.my successor will be due any moment.dr. murchison, its been a pleasureworking under you.thank you very much.coming, dr. petersen?im in no mad hurryto welcome dr. edwardes.its hard to imagine this placewithout you, dr. murchison.yes, i sort of go with the fixtures.more than that. you are green manors.it seems unfair.youre very young in the profession.you havent learnedthe basic secret of science.the old must make way for the new,particularly when the old is suspectedof a touch of senility.thats ridiculous.i should think the board of directorswould realize youre feeling much better.youve been like a new mansince your vacation.the boards as fair and all-knowingas a hospital board can be.i agree with you.im as able and brilliant as ever.but having crumbled once,i might crumble again.you were overworked.a charming diagnosisfor a broken-down horse.i shall always rememberyour cheerfulness todayas a lesson in how to accept reality,dr. murchison.dont be too taken inby my happy air, constance.its the least difficult wayof saying goodbye to 20 years.yes, i know.(doorbell buzzing)come in.- your mail, dr. petersen, and mr. garmes.- come in, mr. garmes.youre not leaving today?ill see you again?i shall hover around for a whilelike an old mother hen.at least until dr. edwardesis firmly on the list.(door closing)how do you feel today, mr. garmes?somewhat better, doctor.the thing seems a little less troublesome.may i do that for you, doctor?thank you, no.i can do this myself very well.please sit down.ill be with you in a moment.- so thats the mighty anthony edwardes.- he looks a little younger than i expected.hes only brought one suitcase. perhapshe doesnt intend to remain very long.leave those daydreams to dr. murchison.gentlemen, our new chief,dr. anthony edwardes. dr. fleurot.- how do you do?- how do you do?- i am dr. graff.- how do you do?- dr. hanish.- how do you do?theres still some staff members missing,dr. edwardes.these are your quarters.theyre very festive for an institution.galt: dr. edwardes, dr. murchison.how do you do, dr. murchison?ive heard a great deal about you, sir.and i naturally about you.- youre younger than i thought youd be.- my age hasnt caught up with me yet.mine has, it seems. im pleasedto hand over the reins to steadier hands.im leaving you my library which contains,amongst other items of interest,your latest volume, the labyrinthof the guilt complex. an excellent work.i hope green manorswill inspire others as fine.im very grateful.i dont know the formal wordsfor an abdication, dr. edwardes.may i say, merely, that these quarterswhich ive occupied for 20 yearsare now yours. will you excuse me?i spent a half-hour with dr. edwardes.i must say,i was most favorably impressed.i intend to learn a great dealfrom dr. edwardes.i think we all can,from a man with such obvious talents.- youre familiar with his work?- yes, ive read all his books.a very keen, unorthodox mind.it would be dreadful if dr. murchisonssuccessor was unworthy of him.galt: hes joining us.galt: i think you knoweveryone here, dr. edwardes.no, not yet.oh.- this is dr. petersen.- how do you do?dr. edwardes.dr. hanish has beenshowing me the grounds.its a remarkable institution,dr. murchison.must be quite beautiful in the summer.i pointed out to dr. edwardes our variousopen-air diversions for the patients.dr. murchison always arguedwe did not do enough in that direction,and i agree with him.let me warn you that dr. petersenis a frustrated gymnast.dr. fleurot considers anythingbeyond sitting and standing gymnastics.i imagine youre very fond of sports.yes, i am, and i miss them,particularly winter sports.did you show dr. edwardes the elm grove?yes, yes indeed.thats where we hope to haveour new swimming pool.im a great believer in the swimming pool.theres a perfect spot for itamong the elms.not an oblong one,but an irregular pool, something.something like this, you know.bathhouses should be here.i take it that the supply of linenat this institution is inexhaustible!forgive me.that reminds meof my professor in psychiatry, dr. brulov.he could never stand a sauce bottleon the table or even a salt shaker.they took his appetite away.i remember onceat a banquet in his honor,he refused to sit at the speakers tablebecause he was completely surroundedby ketchup.last night at dinner, a dimple appearedin your cheek that was never there before.and i detected the outcroppingsof a mother instinct toward dr. edwardes.i detest that sort of high-school talk.your reactions have upsetone of my pet theories about you.to wit, that you were immuneto psychoanalystsand would end up in the armsof some boob mcnutt with spiked hair.if i were looking for that type, dr. fleurot,i would long ago have adored you.(doorbell buzzing)come in.hi.excuse me, its from dr. edwardes.love notes already.the french school of science.i didnt want to come to this institution,but my brother insisted.i can see no sense in it myself.you see, im convinced im not sufferingfrom any hallucinationbut that my guilt is very real.i know, dr. edwardes,that i killed my father.and im willing to pay the penalty for it.(knocking on door)come in.thank you for coming so soon.ive been listening to mr. garmesand thought you might help me out.mr. garmes, you shouldnt havedisturbed dr. edwardes.thats all right.im very interested in mr. garmes case.i knew you would be. he fits perfectlyinto your chapters on the guilt complex.would you mind telling mewhat youre talking about?youre here to see if we can cure your guiltcomplex by psychoanalysis, mr. garmes.but i have no guilt complex.i know what i know.- i killed my father and i.- no, you didnt kill your father.thats a misconceptionthat has taken hold of you.im sorry, doctor. you were talking to him.no, no, go on.people often feel guilty over somethingthey never did.it usually goes back to their childhood.the child often wishes something terriblewould happen to someone,and if something doeshappen to that person,the child believes hes caused it.then he grows up with a guilt complexover a sin that wasonly a childs bad dream.what i am thinking isnt true, then?no. in the course of analyzing yourself,youll see that.would you careto go back to your room, mr. garmes?constance: harry.i think wed better put him under drugsfor a few days.he looks agitated.his conviction is curious.but youve encountered such casesvery often, dr. edwardes.you described them perfectlyin your book.yes.yes, so i did.- would you mind doing me a favor?- not at all, doctor.ive a headache.id like to take the afternoon off. with you.i understand youre not on dutytill after dinner.- i intended typing out my notes.- please, i need a little fresh airand you look as thoughit might do you a bit of good.well, i was going to lunch with dr. hanish.he has an interesting new patient,a kleptomaniac.kleptomaniacs for lunch? theyll stealthe food right out of your mouth.(telephone ringing)excuse me.hello? yes. dr. edwardes.what? yes, anthony edwardes.who?sorry, i dont get your name.norma cramer?please, miss cramer,im very busy and i dont know you.some girl claiming to be.i hate practical jokes, dont you?people calling you up and chirping,guess who i am.sounds like some ex-patient of yours.theyre always full of coy little tricks.very likely. come on, lets go.well look at some sane trees, normalgrass, and clouds without complexes.(laughing)i think the greatest harmdone to the human racehas been done by the poets.poets are dull boys, most of them,but not especially fiendish.but they keep filling peoples headswith delusions about love,writing about it as if it werea symphony orchestra, a flight of angels.- which it isnt, eh?- of course not.people fall in love, as they put it, becausethey respond to a certain hair coloring,or vocal tones or mannerismsthat remind them of their parents.or sometimes, for no reason at all.but thats not the point. the point is thatpeople read about love as one thingand experience it as another.they expect kisses to be like lyrical poemsand embraces to be likeshakespearean dramas.and when they find out differently,then they get sickand they have to be analyzed, eh?yes, very often.professor, youre sufferingfrom mogo on the go-go.i beg your pardon.(both chuckling)- you cant get through there like that.- of course i can. ive done it many times.- you hurt?- no, not at all.- here.- no, im perfectly all right.- ive usually gone on picnics here alone.- that doesnt sound like much fun.i havent gone in for fun, as you call it.isnt this beautiful?perfect.oh, lunch. lunch. what will you have?ham or liverwurst?liverwurst.has anybody seen our new chief today?he has been tied up.he frisked off with dr. petersen at noon.its odd spending his first dayrunning after dr. petersenlike a drooling college boy.itll do constance good to be drooled over.poor girls withering away with science.i was telling her only recently thatsomething vital was missing from her life.(door opening)please dont get up. i just came in becausei learned mr. garmes became agitatedagain this afternoon.- yes, i gave him a sedative.- im very sorry i wasnt here.nonsense. you look as ifyou had an instructive time.- instructive?- gentlemen, notice her stocking.the ladys been climbing trees.or lolling in a briar patch.no, its trees.there are two leaves in her hair.allow me, dr. petersen.youre surpassing yourselfas a charmer, dr. fleurot.dont run away. do have some coffee.fleurot: dr. petersens already eaten,as one can tell by the mustardon her right forefinger.i would say hot dogson the state highway.would you really? your diagnosis is,as usual, wrong, dr. fleurot.not hot dogs, liverwurst.im very sorry, i have to leave this nursery.i must see mr. garmes.it looks as if we have casanova himselfat the head of green manors.did you notice her blushevery time we mentioned his name?its very late.i was going to read your new book again.i would like to discuss it. i have neverdiscussed an authors work with him.of course, at school, we hadseveral literary professors,but that was quite different.i sound rather nervous, dont i?not at all.i thought i wanted to discussyour book with you.im amazed at the subterfuge.i dont want to discuss it at all.i understand.its quite remarkable to discoverthat one isnt what one thought one was.i mean, ive always been entirely awareof what was in my mind.and youre not now?its quite ridiculous.it was stupid of meto come in here like a distracted child.youre very lovely.please dont talk that way.youll think i came in to hear that.i know why you came in.why?because something has happened to us.but it doesnt happen like that, in a day.it happens in a moment sometimes.i felt it this afternoon.it was like lightning striking.it strikes rarely.i dont understand how it happened.- what is it?- its not you.something about your robe.my robe? i dont understand.forgive me. something struck me.ive been having a rather bad timewith my nerves lately. your robe.- i mean, the dark lines.- youre ill.(phone ringing)ill be all right.hello. yes, dr. edwardes.yes. yes. what? where is he?ill be there right away.mr. garmes, hes run amuck. tried tomurder fleurot, then cut his own throat.- is it bad?- i think so. hes in surgery.ill be right along.graff: hes lost a lot of blood,but i think hell pull through.- whats the pulse?- 140.its going down.- why are the lights out in the corridor?- what do you mean?its dark. thats why he did it.because the lights are out. turn them on!doors, unlock them!- you cant keep people in cells.- dr. edwardes.fools babbling about guilt complexes.what do you know about them?he did it.he told me he killed his father.put the lights on. quick!its dark. its dark.- hes in collapse.- hes ill.he didnt look like a heart case.not heart, shock of some sort.must be brought about by exhaustion.take him up to his room.ill take care of him.im sorry.i suppose i madequite an exhibition of myself.who brought me down here? you?its rather a mess.going to pieces in surgery.who are you?i remember now.edwardes is dead.i killed him and took his place.im someone else, i dont know who.i killed him. edwardes.i have no memory.its like looking into a mirrorand seeing nothing but the mirror.yet the image is there. i know its there.i exist, im there.how can a man lose his memory,his name, everything hes ever known,and still talk like this,as if he were quite sane?- are you afraid of me?- no. youre ill.loss of memory is not a difficult problem.yes, i know, amnesia.a trick of the mind for remaining sane.you remain sane by forgetting somethingtoo horrible to remember.you put the horrible thingbehind a closed door.we have to open that door.- i know whats behind that door. murder.- no!thats a delusion you have acquiredout of illness.will you answer me truthfullyand trust me?i trust you, but it