The Amazing Transplant (1970) Movie Script

Hi, Mary.
This is Arthur.
I want to talk to you.
It's very important.
Can I see you?
Can I come over now?
No, I'm sorry, Arthur.
It's Saturday and the
only day I have to shop.
Mother and I are going
shopping in about an hour.
I'll only stay a few minutes.
Listen, Mary, I know it's
Saturday and I know you're busy,
but I have to see you, I really do.
What do you say? I must talk to you.
I know you're hurt and
I know you're angry.
You're right.
But if you'll only let me explain.
Why are you being so difficult?
Look, I promise I won't stay long. Please.
Listen, Arthur.
I just don't want to see you.
I'll only take a few
minutes of your time.
You've already taken more than that.
Only for a few minutes,
Mary. What do you say?
All right.
I'll see you in 10 minutes.
But remember, only for a little while.
The door is open!
How are you? It's been a long time.
You don't understand.
Please. There's just not
that much for me to understand.
Mary, listen. I want to explain.
"Explain. You're not
interested any longer.
When I met you six months ago,
you must've called me every day.
I know that.
And we saw each other
almost every night.
I haven't forgotten.
And then suddenly you stop phoning.
So what is there to understand?
I told mother you were
coming. So, she went on ahead.
If you'd only listen to me.
Oh, what's the use?
I'd better get dressed.
I told you I have to meet mother.
I don't want to keep her waiting.
All right, get dressed.
I'll wait and go downstairs with you.
If you'd like.
Listen, Mary. I have
something to tell you.
It wasn't that I didn't want to see you.
I really did.
I thought of you all the time.
You were never out of my
mind for a single minute.
Damn it, Mary, I love you.
With all my heart and soul.
I want us to get married.
I want to spend the rest
of my life with you.
Oh, Arthur. How I've
wanted to hear you say that.
I love you, too.
Arthur, don't force me.
I'll do anything you want.
I love you.
And if this is what you
want, then I want it, too.
Don't, Arthur. I'll do it.
- All right.
- I'll do it.
I better not look so scared.
I better try to act natural.
10th Precinct. Sergeant Green speaking.
Detective Barlen, please.
Who's calling Detective Barlen?
His sister-in-law, Ann Barlen.
He's out of town.
He was due back yesterday.
We should be hearing from him very soon.
Please ask him to
call his sister-in-law,
as soon as you do hear from him.
It's very important.
- I'll do that, miss.
- Thank you very much.
Oh, Bill.
- Is that you, Ann?
- Thank God.
What's the matter?
I didn't think you'd be home.
I called the precinct. They
said you were out of town.
Yes, I just got in.
Bill, Arthur's in trouble.
What do you mean? What kind of trouble?
The police were just here.
The police? What do
they want with Arthur?
They say he murdered a girl.
Now, you just sit
tight and take it easy.
Don't talk to anyone. I'll be right over.
All right, Bill.
Come in, Bill!
Oh, I'm so glad you're here.
All right, take it easy.
Just tell me what happened.
Now, what is this all about? Tell me.
The police say Arthur killed a girl.
Just a minute. What girl?
Mary Thorne, but you
know that's impossible.
Arthur couldn't hurt anyone.
Oh, if only his father were alive.
I don't know what to
do. Arthur's a good boy.
The only time he caused me
any concern was when he went
on a camping trip three months ago
and I didn't hear from
him for about five weeks.
Why not? Why didn't you hear from him?
He said he couldn't get
to a phone or a mailbox.
Uh-huh. I see.
Tell me, what do you
know about Mary Thorne?
Not too much. Arthur called
her from the house very often.
I could tell by the way he spoke
that he was very fond of her.
As a matter of fact, when
he left this morning,
he said he'd have
something great to tell me
after he saw Mary.
You mean he went to see
the girl this morning?
Oh, Bill.
He may not have gone there, you know.
Where is he, then?
Well, that's what we have to find out.
I'm gonna call the precinct.
Now you stop worrying.
Everything is gonna be all right.
Come on.
I hope so, Bill. I hope so.
You just sit there.
That's it.
10th Precinct. Sergeant Green speaking.
Bill Barlen here. Tell the
captain I want to talk to him.
This is Captain Jensen, Bill.
I want a favor.
What is it you want, Bill?
I just heard about
the Mary Thorne murder.
The boy you're looking
for is my brother's kid.
Yes. Arthur Barlen, Bill Barlen.
Captain, I want to be put on the case.
Take everyone else off it.
Give me 24 hours and
I'll wrap it up for you.
I'm sorry, Bill, you
know I can't do that.
You know the rules. No relatives.
I want to be put on the case!
- I can't do it, Bill.
- Just forget about it.
- You don't understand.
- He's my dead brother's kid.
You know I'm sticking my
neck out, Bill. Don't you?
All right, 24 hours.
Did Arthur have many friends?
Arthur was pretty much
of a loner. You know that.
Ah, well...
But wait.
I found this address
book in Arthur's desk.
Here. Maybe this will help you.
Maybe it will.
Not many names here.
Just a few girls.
Girls? Arthur?
Look, Ann, I gotta get going.
If Arthur should call,
find out where he is,
and I'll keep in touch with you.
Take that extra set of
house keys on the chest.
You may need them.
- Be careful, Bill.
- Don't worry, Ann.
Come in.
What do you want?
I was expecting someone else.
Are you Edie Stone?
Who are you?
I'm Detective Barlen.
I want to ask you a few
questions about Arthur Barlen.
Mind if I sit down, Miss Stone?
No, of course not.
Oh, I just heard the
terrible news about Arthur.
I just can't believe it.
I can't believe Arthur
could do such a thing,
but I suppose it proves
you just never know anybody
and even when you think you
do, radio and TV are just
full of this story about the
horrible murder he committed.
We don't know that he did
commit any murder, do we?
Tell me, how well did you know the boy?
If you can give me some
information about Arthur,
it might be of some help to me.
Arthur and I went to
high school together.
I always liked him.
He was so shy and quiet,
not like the other boys,
but we used to just talk to each other.
No dates or anything like that.
Then in my senior year, I had
to quit school and go to work,
to help my family.
When I told Arthur, he was very sorry.
I thought he would call
me, but he never did.
That was four years ago.
And you never saw him again?
No, I never saw him again.
Thanks very much, Miss Stone.
I appreciate your talking to me.
Thanks for seeing me.
I hope everything turns
out all right for Arthur.
We interrupt this program to
bring you a special bulletin.
Just a few hours ago,
21-year-old Mary Thorne
was found strangled to
death in the apartment
she shares with her mother.
The police are looking for
a 24-year-old Arthur Barlen,
who is believed to have
been the last person
to see Mary Thorne alive.
Mrs. Sybil Thorne, the dead girl's mother,
discovered her daughter's
nude body lying on the bed
when she rushed home to see
why Mary failed to appear
for a pre-arranged shopping appointment.
Mrs. Thorne told police
that she had left her home
earlier than her daughter
because Mary was waiting
to see an old friend, Arthur Barlen.
Mrs. Thorne said that she
was not aware of a romance
between the victim and Arthur Barlen.
Mrs. Thorne further stated
that Mary and Arthur
had been friendly for a
while, but to her knowledge,
they had not seen each other
for the past number of months.
The police, when questioned,
were reluctant to discuss
the case, but did reveal
that they had found several
sets of fingerprints
in the dead girl's apartment,
as well as strands of hair,
which might aid the investigation.
They hope to be able to
establish a motive for the murder
after intensive questioning
of Miss Thorne's
close friends and relatives,
but as yet one is not apparent.
The dead girl's mother collapsed
after identification of the body
and was taken to city hospital
where she is now under heavy sedation.
We will bring you other details,
as they become available to us.
Now we return you to our
regularly scheduled program.
- Yes?
- You're Miss Evans?
- I am.
- This is Detective Barlen.
- I want to speak to you.
- Come up.
Come in.
How do you do, Miss Evans?
Hm. It's a very interesting
place you have here.
What is it?
You must do a lot of
riding. That's quite a saddle.
No, I don't ride. The saddle
belongs to a former tenant.
- Mind if I sit down?
- No, please do.
Uh, Miss Evans, I want to
talk to you about Arthur Barlen.
I'm contacting all of his friends.
What can you tell me about him?
I don't know Arthur Barlen.
Your name was in his address book.
Well, I do know him,
but I'd hardly say I
was one of his friends.
I only saw him once.
Tell me about it.
All right. I'll tell you what happened.
You see, I'm a dancer
with the Andrea Ballet.
I came to New York from a little
town in Arkansas and sublet
this apartment from a Mr.
Dan Jaffey for a few months.
One day, I came home from rehearsal
and I found a young man ringing my bell.
He said he was a friend of Dan's.
I told him Dan was in Los Angeles
and I now occupied the apartment.
We introduced ourselves and
he seemed very pleasant,
and I was lonely, so I invited him in.
- Would you like to come in?
- Yes, all right.
I wouldn't mind.
- Why don't you sit down?
- Oh, thanks, I will.
I didn't know Dan had moved out of here.
I see he left his things.
Well, I only have this
place for a few months.
It's very nice, but not very feminine.
You're mad!
You're tearing my clothes!
It was horrible.
He was like a maniac.
You didn't call the police?
No, I didn't want to call the police
and tell them what happened.
I didn't want the publicity.
What good would it have done?
I still can't believe
it actually happened.
I just can't believe it.
He seemed like such a nice young man.
Is he in trouble?
I can't say for sure yet.
Right now it's important
that I find Arthur Barlen.
I'm sorry I'm so upset,
but it was quite a shock.
Well, thanks for everything, Miss Evans.
- Goodbye now.
- It's all right.
Did you find out anything?
Anything at all?
Has anyone seen Arthur?
Did you check the name?
One of the fellows is in Los Angeles.
Other than that, I checked
all the names in the book.
I don't know.
I'm afraid our Arthur wasn't quite
the sweet boy we thought he was.
Don't say that.
Look, Ann, if Arthur murdered that girl-
- Oh, don't use that word.
Arthur is not a murderer.
You're right. I'm
sorry, Ann, forgive me.
You know I didn't mean it.
I found just one other name in the book
that I haven't checked out yet,
and that's a Dr. Meade.
I don't know what he can tell you.
Dr. Meade operated on
Arthur for an appendectomy.
- Don't you remember?
- Uh-huh, yes.
You were in Seattle at the time.
That's right.
Is Detective Barlen there?
Bill, it's for you.
Bill, this is Sergeant Green.
A Miss Edie Sand called you.
She said she wanted to you.
Very important.
Okay, thanks. I'll get
over there right away.
Oh, where can Arthur be?
Why doesn't he come
home, or at least call?
Oh, try to keep calm.
I've gotta make a call.
I'll see you later.
Come in.
You wanted to speak to me, Miss Stone?
Yes, I wanted to speak
to you about Arthur Barlen.
Well, go on.
- Oh, won't you sit down?
- Thank you.
I hope you understand
that I wouldn't do anything
to hurt Arthur Barlen, but well...
Sometimes it's difficult
to tell the truth.
I lied to you.
I lied about Arthur.
I see.
Suppose you tell me all about it.
I saw him only about a week ago.
Go on.
Well, I have a boyfriend.
Well, he's very jealous.
I just thought it would be
wiser for me to keep quiet
about seeing Arthur.
But I just couldn't.
Last Monday, I was waiting for a bus.
A car stopped.
The driver called to me.
It was Arthur.
When he offered to drive
me home, I accepted.
When we got home,
Arthur asked if he could
come up for a minute,
and of course I said yes.
What happened after that?
Oh, it's good to see you, Arthur.
It's good to see you,
too. It's been a long time.
I'm awfully sorry. I have to change.
- I have a date.
- Sure!
It's all right with me.
Don't worry about it.
- Excuse me for a minute.
- Go ahead.
There's some liquor in the cabinet.
You can read, if you like.
I won't be too long but you might as well
make yourself comfortable
and take your jacket off.
Thanks very much. I will.
I wondered what had happened to you
and what you were doing.
I thought of you very often.
Oh, I thought about you, too.
Oh, Arthur, you're a real doll.
Got to have you.
Have to have you.
Don't fight me.
Don't fight me.
For years, I'd thought of
Arthur making love to me,
of being in his arms, and
when it actually happened,
I couldn't resist him.
Thanks again, Miss Stone.
And so the dispute
between labor and management
goes into its fifth day
with no settlement in sight.
University officials at the triune campus
describe last night's
riots as relatively mild.
One administration building was occupied
by a group of left-wing
students for six hours.
Several windows were broken.
Otherwise, there was no damage done.
Washington today announced
a further increase
in the cost of living
for the month of April.
Index figures show an increase
of three-fourth of a percent
over the previous month.
Local figures show an
even greater increase
over the same period of time.
Arthur Barlen, the prime suspect
in the brutal murder of Mary
Thorne, is still missing.
The girl's nude body was found
in her apartment earlier today.
The police promised prompt action.
Friends and neighbors of Miss Thorne
have expressed shock
and horror over the...
Yes? Who is it?
I believe this package is for you.
It was left downstairs by mistake.
Thank you very much, mister, uh...
You must be Arthur's father.
I'm his uncle.
Would you like to come in and sit down?
Well, that's very kind of you. I will.
I'd like to talk to you.
I see Arthur is in trouble.
Well, that figures.
Say, you know, I think he's crazy.
We're not sure that Arthur
is in trouble, are we?
And why are you so vindictive?
Why shouldn't I be?
Let me tell you about
your dear sweet Arthur.
Sometimes I'd meet him in the hallway.
We'd say hello and occasionally
we speak for a few minutes.
He was always very polite.
A perfect gentleman.
Then one day, I was coming up
the stairs to my apartment.
Arthur was coming up the stairs, too.
I heard footsteps and I looked around.
Hi, there.
Stop it.
He was like a maniac. He
tore all my clothes off.
He was mad, I tell you.
No, no!
Come on! I'm waiting for you.
I'm getting awfully impatient.
I think I understand
why you were so disgusted.
Goodbye, miss.
Come in.
Your housekeeper let me in.
- You Dr. Meade?
- Mm?
Dr. Cyril Meade?
No office hours today.
I'm Detective Barlen.
I'd like to talk to you.
Yeah, sit down.
Thanks. Sorry to bother you.
I suppose you heard about the
trouble Arthur Barlen is in.
But why come to me? I can't help you.
I found your name in his address book.
Yes. I remember him.
I operated on him about two years ago.
He became very friendly
with my assistant, Felix.
I'd like to speak to Felix.
Where can I find him?
Unfortunately, Felix is dead.
Oh? What happened?
He died about three months
ago of a very rare virus.
I'm sorry to hear that, but tell me,
when did you last see Arthur?
Uh, about seven or eight months ago.
He was here in the
office waiting for Felix.
They were going out together.
- Haven't seen him since?
- No, I haven't.
Thank you.
Sorry to have troubled you.
Not at all.
I hope you find Arthur.
In his condition, he's
really liable to do anything.
Hello, there.
Oh, no. Don't get up.
What's the matter?
Would you care for some company?
No, no.
I can make you forget your troubles.
I can make you real happy.
Why don't you come home with me?
I live nearby.
What do you say, honey?
Well, I don't know.
Aww, come on, come on.
Let's go.
Why are you so fussy?
You look good to me.
A girl's gotta pay her rent, you know.
It's all I have.
What're you waiting for?
Come on in, honey.
Take your coat off, sweetie.
Take your coat off and
make yourself comfortable.
Come on. Take your clothes off.
Come on, baby.
Come on.
Don't you think I have a beautiful body?
Let's forget it. Maybe we
can do this some other time.
You're a shy one.
Looks like I have to do all of the work.
Hey, what's the matter with you?
I'm sorry...
Here. And you're not
getting your money back.
I sure could use a good
strong cup of coffee.
Poor Bill. You haven't
eaten a thing all day.
You must be so hungry.
Oh, if only we would have
some word from Arthur.
Isn't there somebody else?
Think, Ann. It's important.
That's all I've been doing all day.
Why doesn't Arthur call
or contact us in some way?
If I only knew where he is.
Oh, I do hope he's all right.
I'm so worried. So terribly worried.
If there was only something I could do.
I hope you find Arthur.
In his condition, he's
liable to do anything.
Anything, anything.
If the good doctor hasn't
seen Arthur in eight months,
how does he know what his condition is?
What did you say, Bill?
I just thought of something.
I'll see you later.
Come in.
I knew you'd be back.
- I was expecting you.
- You were, huh?
It all started about three months ago.
Let me tell you the entire story.
Let me tell you what happened to Arthur.
- Would you like a drink?
- No, thank you.
No drink.
Go ahead.
When I operated on Arthur,
he became very friendly
with my assistant, Felix.
I encouraged this friendship
because I thought quiet Arthur
would be a very good influence
on high-spirited Felix.
They became friendly,
very close, until one day,
Felix became ill with a
virus, with a deadly virus.
Believe me. I tried everything I could.
I was desperate.
I tried everything medical
science had to offer,
but I couldn't save him.
I kept him here at the clinic
so that I could be with him at all times.
You see, Felix was like a son to me.
Arthur kept phoning to
inquire about Felix.
Finally, I told him the truth.
Felix was dying.
There was nothing more I could do.
That day, Arthur came to the office.
I had left word that
I couldn't see anyone.
I was too upset, but he told
my nurse it was very important.
Doctor, is Felix really going to die?
I'm afraid so. There's
nothing more I can do for him.
Nothing at all.
I've become very close
to Felix this past year.
I'm going to miss him.
I know how you feel. I'm
going to miss him, too.
He was a great help to me and
he was a great comfort, too.
It's hard to believe. I
just can't imagine Felix gone.
I want to talk to you, Dr. Meade.
What do you want?
Dr. Meade, there's something
you must do for me.
Something very important.
What is that?
I want you to put Felix's penis on me.
Listen to me.
You've got to do it.
You've just got to do it.
What are you talking about?
Please, Dr. Meade.
You've got to help me.
Are you crazy?
Maybe I am crazy, but I just don't care.
I just don't care.
Do you know I'm a Virgin?
I've never slept with a woman.
I want to, but I can't.
You know what it means to
be frustrated all the time?
To have to keep away from women
for fear they'll laugh at me?
Do you?
Hm, well...
What can I do for you?
Believe me, Arthur.
That operation can't help you.
The urge for sex is not physical.
It will help me. I know it will!
An operation like that is too dangerous.
I would be a murderer.
Why are you so concerned
with a danger to me
and why do you worry
if anything goes wrong
you'd be a murderer?
I know about the abortions you performed.
I know about the girl who died
right here in this office.
- I'm sorry, Dr. Meade.
- It was Felix.
It was Felix who told you.
But if sex is emotional,
I'm afraid I don't understand.
Remember how strong the
power of suggestion can be.
Arthur truly believed having Felix' penis,
would enable him to be as
sexually active as Felix was.
I tried to dissuade him.
I didn't want to perform this operation.
It was much too dangerous,
but I had no choice.
I told Arthur I couldn't even
have an assistant to help me,
but he insisted that I operate.
That day, Arthur stayed here at the clinic
so that he could be here when it happened.
And a few minutes after
Felix died, I operated.
- Do you feel anything?
- No, I feel numb.
Is there much more to go?
It'll be a while.
Oh, how much longer, Doctor?
Oh, I won't be too much longer.
How long will I have
to stay at the clinic?
Oh, a couple of weeks.
Well, that does it.
You mean you're finished?
Lie still.
Do you understand? This is serious.
And so, you perform the transplant.
Arthur, what are you doing here?
- I'm going to kill him.
- I'm going to kill him.
All right. Take it easy.
- Dr. Meade told me everything.
- Everything?
What's wrong with you?
Let go!
Give it to me.
Come on, sit down.
Come on, Arthur.
Go on.
That's it.
All right.
Now, I want you to tell
me exactly what happened.
All right, I will.
I suppose Dr. Meade told you that I became
very friendly with his assistant, Felix.
Yes, he did tell me this.
You see, he was all the things
I wasn't, but wanted to be.
Oh, how I wanted to be like Felix.
I really envied him and I told him so.
I saw Felix whenever
he had the time for me.
Being with him made me
feel sure of myself.
Felix would tell me how to
make out with the girls,
but somehow, I...
Well, one day, Felix asked his
date to bring a girl from me.
He said these girls were the real McCoy
and would teach me a thing or two.
We were to meet at his house.
Go on.
When I got there, no
one answered the bell.
The door was unlocked and I walked in.
Felix hadn't waited for me.
He was making love to both girls.
His girl and the girl
I was supposed to have.
There was a red light on.
It was very romantic.
I didn't want to watch,
but I couldn't help it.
Finally, I left.
And then I met Mary. Mary Thorne.
I think she would've helped me
become the man I wanted to be.
I fell in love with Mary.
I decided to see less of Felix,
but then I heard he was ill.
Very ill.
It was only after I found out he was dying
that I got this crazy idea.
This crazy transplant idea.
Dr. Meade shouldn't have
performed the transplant.
He shouldn't have done it!
- Did you kill Mary Thorne?
- I didn't mean to Kill her!
What made you do it, Arthur?
I don't know!
Talk, Arthur.
After the transplant,
and the things I was doing,
I was ashamed to see her.
But this morning, I made up
my mind to tell Mary the truth
and hoped she would understand.
How could I have killed
her? I loved her so.
Tell me more about Felix.
Poor Felix. He was a strange one.
Felix said that whenever he saw
a girl wearing gold earrings
he would get terribly excited.
Passionate, you know.
Was Mary Thorne wearing
gold earrings when you...
And the other girls?
Think, Arthur. It's very important.
Yes! Yes!
Mary was wearing gold earrings,
and the other girls, too.
I see. I thought as much, poor boy.
Come on. Maybe I can help.
I don't know what I can do,
but maybe I can do something.
Come on. Let's go.