Walter,
is surviving.
OK. All right.
I mean, I'll take a loss
on this great house if I have to.
But there's one condition,
or we don't go anywhere.
You see somebody. You get
some help. You see a psychiatrist.
I'm fine.
I don't need to see anybody.
Yeah, well, you say you're fine,
but me, I'd like another opinion
because I'm not too anxious
to move to Eastbridge
and after four months there, be told
by my sweet wife we got to move again
because she doesn't like the way her
neighbours keep their houses clean.
Look, I'm not asking anything
unreasonable, and I don't like asking it.
But you want me to disrupt our lives
for the second time
in a couple of months
on some fixation you've gotten.
Now, that's the unreasonable part.
You've got to see that.
You and me,
we don't have to fight about this.
We're going to move.
It's only a few more weeks.
It doesn't have to be
anything dramatic.
There's a couple of topnotch guys
right here in town.
Just talk to one of them.
They'd see you.
But I wouldn't see them.
If I see anybody, I'll find my own.
I'm here at my husband's insistence.
We moved to Stepford with our
children, oh, a few months ago.
Before that, we lived in Manhattan.
And now I want to move out.
You see, I have nothing
against the general area,
but the women in Stepford just seem
to be on a different wavelength.
Well, that all seems
very straightforward.
And your husband wants you
to see me because...?
He feels I'm being irrational.
He says there's no certainty
I'd like Eastbridge
or someplace like that any better.
And he doesn't want to spend his life
moving from one house to another.
Yes, understandable,
but Stepford, I know,
has a reputation for being unsocial.
So I also understand
why you might be unhappy there.
I'd be unhappy there.
Any move is traumatic,
and a city-to-suburbs move
for a woman with interests
other than purely family
can seem like a jaunt to Siberia.
What would you think of
if I said Westport, Connecticut?
Writers, artists.
Now you have no reason
to know this,
but Truro, Massachusetts,
is this sort of elephant's graveyard
for psychoanalysts.
Perhaps Stepford is heaven
for the house-and-garden type.
One person tells another.
Some don't like it and leave.
Others that do like it, arrive.
I mean, Westport
didn't always have writers.
They didn't breed from an original pair.
I understand.
Well, I'm not surprised.
You're obviously a very bright woman.
What does surprise me is that you
have come all this way to talk to me,
and then you don't talk to me.
I think the men are behind it.
What men?
All of them.
All of them in the Association.
My husband, everyone.
The women don't...
Can't arrive in Stepford
loving housework.
They change once they get there.
I think the men make them change.
How would they do that?
I don't know. They...
They...
Oh, Jesus.
It's so awful.
If I'm wrong, I'm insane.
And if I'm right,
it's worse than if I'm wrong.
I don't know what they do exactly.
They draw our pictures,
and they tape our voices.
And the women
all look neat and pretty.
There's a man.
He's a druggist.
He runs the pharmacy.
And he's nothing.
He's nothing, but his wife
is just breathtaking.
And once, by mistake, I happened
to hear them making love,
and she was carrying on incredibly,
like he was some kind of God's gift.
And Charmaine changed in four
months and ripped up her tennis court.
And Bobby, my best friend,
changed in four months,
and that's what convinced me.
That's how long I've been
in Stepford. Four months.
And I don't know what's going on.
I just know something is wrong,
and my time is coming.
You're terribly frightened, aren't you?
Can you sleep?
Well, that's easy.
We can take care of that.
We'll see a lot of each other,
and you can talk some more.
See, it's unfortunate, but I have
to go away for a couple of days.
It's something I can't put off
at this short notice,
- but when I