:04:08
Rome...
:04:13
I remember something.
:04:15
- Fighter planes spotted us.
- You were flying?
:04:18
Transport. Medical core.
Over Rome, heading north.
:04:20
- What happened?
- They hit us.
:04:22
Caught fire, uniform burned,
bailed out.
:04:25
What else?
:04:27
I don't know. It blacks out.
:04:30
- You left the army?
- Yes.
:04:34
I probably deserted, I hated it.
:04:37
I hated killing, I can remember
that much.
:04:39
Your guilt complex was obviously
inflamed by being a soldier.
:04:44
Stop it, babbling like some
phoney King Solomon...
:04:49
half-witted devil talk
that doesn't make sense...
:04:51
if there's anything I hate
it's a smug woman.
:04:57
Darling, we're just beginning.
Don't biff too hard yet.
:05:12
I worked as Dr. Brulov's assistant
for a year after my internship...
:05:15
He got me the post at Green Manors.
You'll like Alex.
:05:18
I doubt that. One psychoanalyst
in my hair is enough.
:05:22
- What are you going to tell him?
- That we're on our honeymoon.
:05:26
Doctor, you think of the most
wonderful prescriptions.
:05:30
- Good evening, is Dr. Brulov in?
- No, he went out after dinner.
:05:33
He ought to be back soon.
:05:37
Would you tell him his
supper is on the table...
:05:39
I'm sorry, I can't wait any longer.
:05:41
And there are 2 men
waiting for him in there.
:05:51
- How do you do?
- How do you do?