SMITH. Yes? You will help?

DOCTOR J. Go to see a reputable psychiatrist.

SMITH. (Standing) I should have known. I have no more to say.

DOCTOR J. (Shrugs) As you will.

SMITH. I'll go but you'll be sorry about this.

DOCTOR J. I dare say you are already sorry, Mr. Smith.

SMITH. Goodbye. (Mr. Smith exits. Doctor Janishefsky calls for his nurse over the interphone. Nurse Mudde enters.)

NURSE M. Yes, doctor?

DOCTOR J. Nurse Mudde, stand by the window and tell me what you see.

NURSE M. What I...?

DOCTOR J. What you see. I want you to tell me what Mr. Smith does after he comes out of the building.

NURSE M. (Shrugs) Yes, doctor. (She goes to the window)

DOCTOR J. Has he come out yet?

NURSE M. No.

DOCTOR J. Keep watching.

NURSE M. There he is. He's stepping off the curb. He's walking across the street.

DOCTOR J. Yes.

NURSE M. He's stopping now in the middle of the street. He's turning. He's looking up at this window. There's a look of ... of ... realization on his face. He's coming back. (She screams) He's been hit by a car. He's lying on the street....

DOCTOR J. What is it, Nurse Mudde?

Nurse M. (Reeling) Everything is ... is fading! Doctor Janishefsky, it's fading! (Another scream)

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