The fellow expected to get away
with it, like any criminal.

Nonsense, obviously an amnesia case,
he didn't know who he was...

or what he was doing.
What do you say, Constance?

I don't know.
If you were anyone but Constance
Petersen, the human glaciar...

-and custodian of truth, I'd say...
-You'd say what?

My dear, forgive me my thoughts,
you are telling the truth...

I was going to say that you were
holding something back.

I'm a sentimental ass...
A woman like you couldn't get
involved emotionally with any man...

-sane or insane.
-I suggest you change the subject.

I will be interested to ask him
certain questions...

when they bring him
back here.

-You'll never ask him any questions.
-Why not?

For the simple reason the police
will never find him alive...

An amnesia case, with the police
after it, is an obvious suicide.

He'll put an end to his pain
and nightmares...

by blowing his brains out,
or dropping himself out of a window.

You're offending Dr. Petersen
with your callousness.

I'm sorry, Constance, that some still
have the manners of medical students.

I'm not offended. I think
Dr. Floreau's ideas are accurate.

But I'm rather tired.

The police have announced
that our neighbourhood...

is free of the dangerous madman
who escaped from Green Manors...

The search for the impostor
has shifted to Manhattan...

This is WQZK, Rutland,
George Bell.

We now resume
our scheduled program.