everything else is the same,
but not the feeling.
Memories or not,
he isn't my Uncle Ira.
Wilma, I'm on your side.
My business
is people in trouble...
and I'm going to find
a way to help you.
No one could possibly
impersonate your Uncle Ira...
without you
or your Aunt Eleda or even me...
seeing a million
little differences.
I want you to realize that.
Think about it,
and then you'll know...
that the trouble is inside you.
Wilma, where are you?
Out on the lawn.
Say nothing to her.
Why, Miles,
I didn't know you were here.
Welcome home.
Hello, Mrs. Lentz.
Did you ask Miles
to stay for dinner?
Can't tonight.
I'm making spoon bread.
Please, don't tempt me.
Maybe next time.
Wilma, where are my glasses?
I think
they're on the mantelpiece.
I'll go with you.
Am I going crazy?
Don't spare me.
I've got to know.
No, you're not.
Even these days...
it isn't as easy to go crazy
as you might think.
But you don't have to be
losing your mind...
to need psychiatric help.
I'd like you to see
a doctor friend of mine.
-A psychiatrist?
-Dan Kauffman.
I'll make an appointment
for you tomorrow.
All right.
But it's a waste of time.
There's nothing wrong with me.
Better break this up,
or he'll start wondering.
Wondering what?
If I don't suspect.
You've been a big help...
and I don't want either of you
to worry about me.
I'll be all right.
Sure you will.
Staying here, Becky?
Or may I drive you home?
Would you like me to stay?
Of course not.
Good night.
Good night.
Nice having Becky
back again, eh, boy?
Sure is.
In the back of my mind...
a warning bell was ringing.
Sick people
who couldn't wait to see me...
then suddenly
were perfectly all right.
A boy claiming
his mother wasn't his mother.
A woman claiming her uncle
wasn't her uncle.
But I didn't listen.
Obviously, the boy's mother
was his mother.
I had seen her.
And Uncle Ira was Uncle Ira.
There was no doubt of that
after I talked to him.
Miles, he is Ira?
Of course he is.
What do you mean?
It's just Wilma's so positive.
Will she be all right?
I think so.
I'm a doctor,
according to my diploma...
but I don't really know
what Wilma's trouble is.
I could start talking
psychiatrical jargon...
but it's out of my line
and in Dan Kauffman's.
I wish you didn't have
to go home for dinner.
I don't.
Dad's eating out with a friend.
I could pick you up
at 7:00.
Well...
It's summer,
and the moon is full.
"I know a bank...
MILES,
"where the wild thyme grows."
You haven't changed a bit.
Whup! Whoa! Watch out!
Sorry.
Hey, Miles,
when did you get back?
This morning.
How are you, Danny?
This is Miss Driscoll.
Dr. Kauffman--
our one and only psychiatrist.
Watch out what you say.
Ed, you remember Becky.
I should.
I brought her into the world.
You did us all a favor.
This saves me a phone call.
I've got a kid and a woman
who need a witch doctor.
Boy says his father
isn't his father...
and the woman says her sister
isn't her sister?
That's pretty close.
I knew you'd been
studying hypnosis...
but when did you start
reading minds?
He doesn't have to read them.
I've sent him a dozen patients
since it started.
What is it?
What's going on?
I don't know.
A strange neurosis...
evidently contagious--
an epidemic of mass hysteria.
In two weeks,
it's spread all over town.
What causes it?
Worry about
what's going on in the world.
Make room
for Wilma Lentz tomorrow.
Send her in around 2:00.
Good night.
So long, Danny.
This is the oddest thing
I ever heard of.
Let's hope we don't catch it.
I'd hate to wake up
some morning...
and find out you weren't you.
I'm not the high-school
kid you used to romance.
How could you tell?
You really want to know?
Mm-hmm.
Mmm.
You're Becky Driscoll.
Hey, Santa Mira's looking up.
Has ever since you got back.
Is this an example
of your bedside manner, Doctor?
No, ma'am.
That comes later.
Good evening, Doctor.
What happened
to the crowd