John Ballantine:I must have escaped.I don't remember.That's all there was.I woke up and saw Dr.Brulov. Dr.Petersen:Have some coffee. John Ballantine:Thanks.Something is happening. Dr.Petersen:What is it?Snow. Dr.Brulov:The light frightened him.Photophobia. Dr.Petersen:No,it was the snow.That's the white he's afraid of.Snow and those tracks. Dr.Brulov:what tracks? Dr.Petersen:The sled tracks in the snow.The first symptom he revealed was shock at the sight of fork lines on a white tablecloth.And my robe.It had dark lines on it.And last night,the white coverlet...like those dark tracks in the snow. Dr.Brulov:we'll pull the blinds down.Please. Dr.Petersen:Dr.Edwardes was fond of sports.He mentions tennis and skiing in his book as valuable...in the treatment of mental disorders.Skiing.Ski tracks in the snow. That's what those dark lines symbolized for him.His horror at them means that they are immediately connected with the cause of his amnesia Dr.Brulov:Yes,a murder on skis. Dr.Petersen:Where did Edwardes go for his skiing?We must find out.Can you tell us where?Try. Dr.Brulov:He has told us of it,in his dream.Let me see your notes. Dr.Petersen:What can we do for him? Dr.Brulov:Oh,you're not his mama.You're an analyst.Leave him alone.He will come out of this by himself. John Ballantine:[J.B.'s Voice]It was something in my childhood.Something in my childhood.I remember now!I killed my brother!I didn't kill my brother.It was an accident.It was an accident! Dr.Petersen:That's what has haunted you all your life.That was the memory you were afraid of. John Ballantine:It was like looking into a picture book-an old one.Seeing the familiar pictures.One at a time.I went to Columbia Medical School.I had a girl with a giggle who,luckily,married my roommate Ken.Oh,and by the way,my name's John Ballyntine. Dr.Petersen:Oh,I'm very pleased to meet you. John Ballantine:Another thing.My,my army record's all right.I was invalided out.I ran into Dr.Edwardes when I was in the Cumberland Mountains...trying to recover from some kind of nerve shock I got when the plane crashed.He was on vacation,but I asked him to help me.And he invited me to go skiing with him.We went through New York,and I seem to remember going to lunch somewhere.I'm still a little bit vague about that lunch part.Then we arrived here,and the accident happened at that spot. Dr.Petersen:Where you saved me
John Ballantine: I must have escaped. I don’t remember. That’s all there was. I woke up and saw Dr. Brulov. Dr. Petersen: Have some coffee. John Ballantine: Thanks. Something is happening. Dr. Petersen: What is it? Snow. Dr. Brulov: The light frightened him. Photophobia. Dr. Petersen: No, it was the snow. That’s the white he’s afraid of. Snow and those tracks. Dr. Brulov: what tracks? Dr. Petersen: The sled tracks in the snow. The first symptom he revealed was shock at the sight of fork lines on a white tablecloth. And my robe. It had dark lines on it. And last night, the white coverlet…like those dark tracks in the snow. Dr. Brulov: we’ll pull the blinds down. Please. Dr. Petersen: Dr. Edwardes was fond of sports. He mentions tennis and skiing in his book as valuable…in the treatment of mental disorders. Skiing. Ski tracks in the snow. That’s what those dark lines symbolized for him. His horror at them means that they are immediately connected with the cause of his amnesia. Dr. Brulov: Yes, a murder on skis. Dr. Petersen: Where did Edwardes go for his skiing? We must find out. Can you tell us where? Try. Dr. Brulov: He has told us of it, in his dream. Let me see your notes. Dr. Petersen: What can we do for him? Dr. Brulov: Oh, you’re not his mama. You’re an analyst. Leave him alone. He will come out of this by himself. John Ballantine: [J.B.’s Voice] It was something in my childhood. Something in my childhood. I remember now! I killed my brother! I didn’t kill my brother. It was an accident. It was an accident! Dr. Petersen: That’s what has haunted you all your life. That was the memory you were afraid of. John Ballantine: It was like looking into a picture book—an old one. Seeing the familiar pictures. One at a time. I went to Columbia Medical School. I had a girl with a giggle who, luckily, married my roommate Ken. Oh, and by the way, my name’s John Ballyntine. Dr. Petersen: Oh, I’m very pleased to meet you. John Ballantine: Another thing. My, my army record’s all right. I was invalided out. I ran into Dr. Edwardes when I was in the Cumberland Mountains…trying to recover from some kind of nerve shock I got when the plane crashed. He was on vacation, but I asked him to help me. And he invited me to go skiing with him. We went through New York, and I seem to remember going to lunch somewhere. I’m still a little bit vague about that lunch part. Then we arrived here, and the accident happened at that spot. Dr. Petersen: Where you saved me
John Ballantine:Now,let's not have any confusion about who saved whom.Yes,he went over there,all right.It's still a little foggy,gut I do know...that Edwardes was about 50 feet ahead of me when he went over.I saw him plunge. Dr.Petersen:That was the thing set you offthat stirred up your old guilt complex...and made you think that you'd killed him.So you had to run away from that too,and you took on the role of Dr.Edwardes...to prove to yourself that he wasn't dead.So,therefore,you had not killed him. John Ballantine:Professor,I never quite realized in my amnesic state how lovely you are
John Ballantine: Now, let’s not have any confusion about who saved whom. Yes, he went over there, all right. It’s still a little foggy, gut I do know…that Edwardes was about 50 feet ahead of me when he went over. I saw him plunge. Dr. Petersen: That was the thing set you off—that stirred up your old guilt complex…and made you think that you’d killed him. So you had to run away from that too, and you took on the role of Dr. Edwardes…to prove to yourself that he wasn’t dead. So, therefore, you had not killed him. John Ballantine: Professor, I never quite realized in my amnesic state how lovely you are
