A Chicago playwright uses self-hypnosis to find the actress whose vintage portrait hangs in a grand hotel.

Elise McKenna: The man of my dreams has almost faded now. The one I have created in my mind. The sort of man each woman dreams of, in the deepest and most secret reaches of her heart. I can almost see him now before me. What would I say to him if he were really here? "Forgive me. I have never known this feeling. I have lived without it all my life. Is it any wonder, then, I failed to recognise you? You, who brought it to me for the first time. Is there any way that I can tell you how my life has changed? Any way at all to let you know what sweetness you have given me? There is so much to say. I cannot find the words. Except for these: I love you". Such would I say to him if he were really here.
Older Elise: Come back to me.
Elise McKenna: I am an actress, Mr. Robinson, not a doormat. Do not attempt to wipe your boots on me.
[seeing Richard for the first time]
Elise McKenna: Is it you? Is it?
Richard Collier: This is not for a play, Miss Roberts. This is something very personal.
[shows her the pocketwatch]
Laura Roberts: Where did you get that?
Richard Collier: Well, she gave it to me, ma'am. At the opening of a play I wrote eight years ago at Millfield College.
Laura Roberts: That watch was very precious to her. She never- never left it out of her possession. It disappeared the night she died.
Richard Collier: She died that night?
Elise McKenna: Reechard. Reeeeeeechaaaarrrrd.
Richard Collier: I owe you an apology. I understand you now. You have nothing but the best motives in mind for her, but so do I.
Richard Collier: Please, don't leave. You have no idea how far I've come to be with you.
[last lines]
Arthur Biehl: [on telephone] Operator? Get Dr. Paul up to suite 313 right away.
Doctor: Looks like he hasn't eaten in a week. You better send for an ambulance.
Hotel Manager: I'll call one right now.
Arthur Biehl: What a shame. If I'd only known.
Hotel Manager: [on telephone] Operator? Get an ambulance. Right away.
Arthur Biehl: He is going to make it, isn't he?
Doctor: I don't know.
Hotel Manager: They're on their way. How is he?
Doctor: We're going to need some oxygen.
Arthur Biehl: Oh...
Hotel Manager: We've got some downstairs. I'll get it right now.
Arthur Biehl: Keep him warm with this blanket. Such a fine man. What a shame. I wonder what happened.
Doctor: We've gotta keep him going until they get here.
Arthur Biehl: [on telephone, distant] Gladys, this is Arthur again, in Mr. Collier's suite. We've got to
[fades out]
Arthur Biehl: Have we ever met before?
[repeated line]
Richard Collier: See you around, Arthur.
Elise McKenna: There is so much to say... I cannot find the words. Except for these: 'I love you.'
William Fawcett Robinson: Excess within control.
[first lines]
[various snippets in crowd chatter]
Richard Collier: I got some news. There was an agent in the house tonight, and he said he thinks this play might be good enough for Broadway.
[cheers from crowd]
Richard Collier: Fingers crossed, who knows? Come on, let's all have some cake.
Richard Collier: Arthur, you know in the Hall of History, there's a photograph, a young woman. There's no nameplate.
Arthur Biehl: Yes, that's Elise McKenna. She was a famous actress in her day. Starred in a play in the hotel theater.
Richard Collier: I-I'm sorry. Did you say there was a theater here?
Arthur Biehl: Yes. Down by the lake.
Richard Collier: Really? When was this play done?
Arthur Biehl: 1912.
Elise McKenna: You will marry me won't you?
Richard Collier: [Richard coughs and splutters] Sorry
Elise McKenna: You won't?
[she asks rather worriedly]
Richard Collier: Sure, I Was just laughing at the way you asked that's all
Elise McKenna: For one moment there, I thought you had a wife and children back home somewhere
[she chuckles]
Richard Collier: Oh Elise

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