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I'd like to arrange an ambulance
at 1:30, tomorrow afternoon.
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Drummond. First name, Barbara.
I'll pay cash.
:43:08
You're to pick up my father,
Drummond, Edward...
:43:12
at the Manhattan Medical Center,
Holly Pavilion, Room 806.
:43:17
It's a stretcher case.
I presume you provide the stretcher.
:43:23
He's to be taken to American Airlines...
:43:26
Kennedy Airport,
Flight 729 to Yuma, Arizona.
:43:31
I'll accompany the patient. Thank you.
:43:45
- You believe in witchcraft, Miss Drummond?
- I believe in everything.
:43:52
- You like a drink?
- Yeah.
:44:02
My father, you should know,
was a very successful doctor in Boston.
:44:07
A member of the Harvard Medical Faculty.
:44:10
He was a widower, and I was his only child.
:44:13
He was not an especially religious man,
a sober Methodist.
:44:16
One evening, seven years ago...
:44:18
he attended a Pentecostal meeting
at Harvard...
:44:21
and found himself speaking in tongues.
:44:23
He sank to his knees at the back of the room
and began to talk fluently...
:44:27
in a language which no one
had ever heard before.
:44:30
This sort of thing happens frequently
at Pentecostal meetings...
:44:33
and began happening regularly to my father.
:44:36
It was not unusual to walk into our home
and find my father sitting in his office...
:44:40
utterly serene, happily speaking to the air
in this strange, foreign tongue.
:44:45
I was, at that time, 20 years old...
:44:48
having my obligatory affair
with a minority group.
:44:51
In my case, a Hopi Indian,
a postgraduate fellow at Harvard...
:44:54
doing his doctorate in aboriginal languages
of the Southwest.
:44:58
One day, I brought the Indian boy home...