The Man Who Changed His Mind

Well.

That's the last time we shall operate together.

You sound very gloomy.

You're determined to go? - Quite.

I suppose, in your language that means ..

Quite.

Yes.

And where is Dr Wyatt going?

Into the wilds to work for a mad brain specialist.

Eccentric.

Dr Laurience of Genoa.

His record is a little unorthodox. - Not when I worked for him in Genoa.

You'll find him different now. So take care of yourself.

I will. - Goodbye.

Goodbye, sister.

Seriously Clare, I should think twice before going.

Why? Laurience has done brilliant work. - Not in the past three years.

You know, they threw him out of Genoa. His ideas became impossible.

There is something queer about him now. - Always something queer with a genius.

You are set on gong? - Quite.

I suppose in your language that means .. quite.

Hello. Why aren't you in Fleet Street?

I've been checking up on Laurience.

He's not the kind of man a young girl should know.

Dick. We've been over all that. - You don't know the half of it.

He arrived in England with some monkeys and claims he discovered the human soul.

He wrote and asked me to go. I'm going.

I've got a far better plan. - What?

Stay here and marry me. - Dick.

I know I've mentioned it before, but you always get the answer wrong.

I must go, Dick. It is my job.

Hmm. You are going to be awkward.

Not awkward, dear. Just firm.

Well, in that case.

What is that for?

I'm coming with you. - You'll do nothing of the sort.

You need someone to look after you.

Sorry, Dick. But I specialise in looking after myself.

Then I have packed my bag for nothing? - I am afraid so.

How I hate strong-minded women.

Are you for the manor?

Yes.

Dr Wyatt, I presume.

Didn't I tell you I could look after myself?

You did. - Well then.

I persuaded my editor that there is a story in Laurience.

And caught the train you missed.

You are very sweet, darling. But when I say a thing ..

Go on, driver. - Hey.

What about my interview?

There isn't going to be an interview.

If the monkeys eat you don't blame me.

Half a crown, Miss.

Can't you take me to the door?

I don't go to that door.

The name is Clayton.

One of the doctor's more hopeless cases.

Come in.

An inter-cranial cyst.

Rare and very curious. - But I thought ..

Go on. Say it.

I thought that was always fatal.

Most of me is dead.

The rest of me is damned.

Laurience manages to keep the residue alive.

'Why', is his own affair.

I am terribly sorry.

Don't worry about me. You'll find Laurience in there.

Dr Laurience.

I am glad to see you.

I thought ..

You are thinking that I am changed.

You are right.

I am changed.

The leading surgeon in Genoa.

The greatest authority on the human brain.

Until I told them something about their own brains.

Then they said I was mad.

Look at me.

Am I mad?

Is she to have a room?

Of course. There are lots of rooms.

Take any one you like.

Haven't you a housekeeper?

Only Clayton. You have seen him.

And she was not amused.

Why did you send for me?

You might have had an experienced scientist.

I don't want experienced scientists.

Their minds are set.

Like trains, they run only to the terminus and then back to the beginning.

But I remembered you in Genoa.

You were so young. A child.

But you had faith in what was new and the courage to face things.

Now you shall work with me here.

And I shall show you strange things about the mind of man.

You will follow me.

Without fear?

Without fear.

Well, did her Ladyship like her room?

You didn't want her to come here.

I don't like women. - I had to have help in my work.

But why choose a woman? - She is a scientist.

A female scientist? - Well?

All tears and hysterics and can't keep secret.

She wanted to work with me and she's going to.

Have you told her exactly what your work is?

Not yet.

Why not tell her?

Then perhaps she may change her mind.

Hello.

Shush. Go away.

Do you know why there are no servants in this house?

Because they won't stay here.

They were scared out of their lives. - How do you know?

Your cabbie told me.

Laurience is a scientist. With a great reputation.

You know what they say in the village?

I don't care what they say in the village.

Anyway, it all seems fishy to me.

Will you please go.

No. I won't.

I'll be at the Red Bull.

Will you promise to send for me if anything happens?

Alright. I promise.

Anyone there?

No. Why?

Sorry. I thought I heard voices.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

The great scientist's assistant washing up a coffee pot.

When did you wash it last?

Never.

I thought not.

Well, why wash it when it is never used for anything else?

You didn't like me coming here, did you?

You don't like me.

I'm sorry for you.

I wonder which revolts you most.

My miserable body.

Or my perverted mind.

You think:

'Why doesn't Laurience let him die'? Well, I will tell you.

Because I am the only person who understands him.

I understand him.

You understand Laurience?

One day you will realize how little you do.

You didn't know you told me all that. - I told you nothing.

I heard you. - It's lucky Laurience won't see it.

Why not?

They don't have no paper at the manor.

If I don't come back, drag the lake.

Where are you going?

To the manor. To enrol another certified reader.

'Certified' is right.

Hello. I came to see if you were still alright.

Well, am I?

Apparently. Come for a walk on the estate.

Listen, darling. You don't seem to realize I am here on a serious job.

You're trying to make it more difficult. - I'm trying to make it impossible.

Well, don't. I promise I'll come back as soon as I can.

Alright. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

You don't like serious jobs.

On the contrary. All my own work.

Take a look. - I will.

Goodbye.

It's the first time you've taken any interest in food since you've been here.

It is the first time there has been any.

Come now. Let's get back to work.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

This may amuse you.

You told them all this. - Me? Why me?

How should I know? Your mind is as twisted as your body.

Don't forget. If I leave out one injection ..

I don't mind dying.

But to be accused of journalism ..

This is a very good story. - Yes, Lord Haslewood.

I like it very much. - Yes, Lord Haslewood.

Do you agree with me? - Yes, Lord Haslewood.

Then why is it hidden away at the bottom of a column?

Of course, I knew it was your son's story, but ..

Nothing to do with it.

My son must be treated as if he were an ordinary person.

In my opinion the stories ..

Why have I spent a fortune on scientific research?

Because these days it's news. - But this fellow Laurience ..

News.

Properly treated. Front page news.

If you say so. - I say it's a fact.

I have other views. - There are no other views.

Then what do you want us to do? - Nothing.

You know I never interfere in the conduct of my papers.

Then we can forget Laurience? - Most certainly not.

I am going down to see him myself.

A human brain.

A brain like the one in here.

The same colour. Appearance. Everything. And only one difference.

The thoughts in the brain. The personality.