DATE: 2018-04-11 00:00:00
An oldie but goodie!

"She'll be talking to me about something. Suddenly the words fade into silence. A cloud comes into her eyes and they go blank. She's somewhere else, away from me, someone I don't know. I call her, she doesn't even hear me. Then, with a long sigh, she's back. Looks at me brightly, doesn't even know she's been away, can't tell me where or when."
"How often does this happen?"
"More and more in the past few weeks. And she wanders - God knows where she wanders. I followed her one day, watched her coming out of the apartment, someone I didn't know. She even walked a different way. Got into her car and drove off to Golden Gate Park. Five miles. Sat by the lake, staring across the water at the pillars that stand on the far shore. You know, Portals of the Past. Sat there a long time without moving. I had to leave, get back to the office. When I got home that evening, I asked her what she'd done all day. She said she'd driven out to Golden Gate Park and sat by the lake, that's all."
"The speedometer on her car showed that she'd driven ninety-four miles. Where did she go? I've got to know, Scottie, where she goes and what she does before I get involved with doctors."

"I love you, Madeleine."
"I love you, too. It's too late."
"No, no, we're together."
"It's too late. There's something I must do..."
"No, there is nothing you must do. There is nothing you must do. No one possesses you. You're safe with me."
"No, it's too late ......Look, it's not fair. It's too late. It wasn't supposed to happen this way. It *shouldn't* have happened..."
"But it had to happen. We're in love. That's all that counts!"
"Look. Let me go! Please let me go!"
"Listen to me. Listen to me."
"You believe I love you?"
"And if you lose me, then you'll know I, I loved you. And I wanted to go on loving you."
"I won't lose you."
"Let me go into the church - alone."

"And then what did he do? Did he train you? Did he rehearse you? Did he tell you exactly what to do, what to say? You were a very apt pupil too, weren't you? You were a very apt pupil! Well, why did you pick on me? Why me?"

"Couldn't you like me, just me the way I am? When we first started out, it was so good; w-we had fun. And... and then you started in on the clothes. Well, I'll wear the darn clothes if you want me to, if, if you'll just, just like me."
"The color of your hair..."
"Oh, no!"
"Judy, please, it can't matter to you."

"If I let you change me, will that do it? If I do what you tell me, will you love me?"
"Yes. Yes."
"All right. All right then, I'll do it. I don't care anymore about me."

ANSWER: Vertigo (1958)