Ratched (2020) s01e05 Episode Script

1
[car approaching]
[sniffs deeply]
[sniffs]
[slow big band music playing]
Good evening, Dr. Hanover.
I thought we might continue
our conversation about Edmund Tolleson.
Or rather
end it.
I recognize the pressure you're under
to deem him fit for trial,
but I have to tell you right now,
I simply will not allow you to do that.
No.
I'm sorry.
I will make my own judgment.
I will not be swayed by you
or Governor Wilburn.
I'm genuinely sorry to hear that.
Here I am, just trying to protect you.
If it were ever to get out
that there were deaths at the hospital
Are you blackmailing me?
I know where the bodies are buried.
Or, rather
incinerated.
You are responsible
for two murders thus far.
What?
Charles Wainwright and Mr. Salvatore.
I had nothing to do with Mr. Salvatore.
Maybe you sliced his throat
with your own hands.
Maybe I watched you do it.
It'd be easy enough
to testify to that in court.
Which is why I think
it would be a good idea
for you to appoint me head nurse.
You can alert the staff
after you've informed Nurse Bucket.
You scheming bitch.
Yes. I thought you might wish
to strike me, Doctor.
Search yourself
and I think you'll realize
it would be wise to do what I ask.
-[knocking]
-[Bucket] You wanted to see me, sir?
What is this?
[Bucket] An eclair.
It's a cream-filled pastry
beloved by the French,
made from the same choux dough
that makes profiteroles so very addictive.
I am sick of the gifts, Bucket,
and I am sick of you.
This is about the lesbians, isn't it?
I want your resignation as head nurse
on my desk within the hour.
What?
Well, I--
I'll do no such thing.
Yes, you will.
Because you wish to continue
working at this hospital
and seeing it is run
the way I need it to be run.
And if you do not,
I will give you a lukewarm recommendation.
I have a perfect reputation.
Soon, you will have a middling reputation.
But there's no one else here
who's even remotely qualified.
Who could take my place?
Mildred Ratched.
She will be head nurse.
[theme music playing]
I am so overwhelmed with gratitude
that I am your new head nurse.
Which means I've temporarily saved you
from Dr. Hanover.
Now I have to save you from the governor.
But I have a plan.
And it is in this spirit of new beginnings
that I would like to propose
a celebration.
I'm going to arrange for a dance
to be thrown at the hospital,
where the staff and patients can enjoy
some time together in a social setting.
Hanover's never gonna go for that.
He will do what I say
because it's the right thing to do.
So, next Thursday,
we will hold a Spring Fling.
Right here in the common room,
with staff and patients.
We'll have music, a little dancing,
and of course, some punch.
During the dance
you have to convince all of them
you're insane.
Beyond a shadow of a doubt,
so everyone sees it.
Now, let's get to work.
[Mildred] For you.
I have to admit that
watching you this morning,
yammering away to the nursing staff
that was one bucket of bile
for me to swallow.
But I need this place to work.
So, I've decided to be a professional.
I will not quietly undermine you
or make your job harder
than it already is.
I'm speechless.
Hm.
It's good
that you were so persistent
with Dr. Hanover,
because I happen to know
he has feelings for you.
What?
He does?
Oh, yes.
Yes, behind that, um
cold, academic exterior lies a soft heart,
and with your steady stream of gifts,
you have pierced it.
I think he doesn't know
how to approach you.
You should ask him to the dance.
He will never say no.
[exhales]
Well, I-- I-- I-- don't
don't know what to say. I mean--
Maybe this demotion happened for a reason.
He couldn't approach you
because of your position of authority,
and now, in his eyes,
you're a woman again.
You should think about it.
You would make the perfect couple.
Nurse Bucket is going
to ask you to the dance.
When she does,
I would like you to say yes.
I can't stand that woman!
That is out of the question.
I'll say it again.
When she asks you to the dance,
you will say yes.
Do you understand?
[breathes deeply] Why are you doing this?
You're going to have to trust me, Doctor.
-I really am looking out for you.
-[violin music]
[woman] You're shit!
Look at your bow hold.
[cackles]
That's an incorrect bow hold.
Your thumb should be bent,
you arrogant sack of garbage!
Leave him alone.
Don't you dare talk to me.
I am a graduate of the New England
Conservatory of Music.
The Royal Academy of Music.
Of the Juilliard School of Music.
-Go away.
-No!
I was first chair violin
of the London Symphony Orchestra.
I played Mendelssohn
for Prince Louis II of Monaco.
If Mendelssohn heard you,
he would shoot himself in the head!
Beethoven would fuck you in the face!
You're nothing!
You're excrement.
You're no one!
You don't get to walk away from me!
I am Ondine Duquette!
I played for the King and Queen
of England. Do you hear me?
I am Ondine!
Why don't you tell me why you're here,
Miss Duquette?
It's Wells.
Uh, Charlotte Wells.
[sighs] I'm having trouble with my memory.
Lately, I find I
I simply can't remember things.
Two weeks ago, I found myself
on a train to New York City and
I have no idea how I got on.
Has a doctor ever told you
you might have amnesia?
Yes, two years ago,
I was hospitalized
with melancholia, and
I tried to take my own life.
That's when the lapses in memory started,
when I was
locked up in that place.
But I-- I think
it was the drugs they gave me.
What were the drugs?
They never told me.
The drugs kept me awake for days.
Amphetamines are what they gave you,
in a ham-fisted attempt
to treat the melancholia
likely making it worse.
But that would not have
any lasting effect on your memory.
And I don't think mere melancholia
is what is ailing you, Miss Wells.
The police report said you told him
your name was Ondine Duquette.
Who is that?
I don't know.
I-- I've never seen her.
[sighs]
[voice wavering]
I've just heard her voice.
[sobs]
When Ondine speaks, you hear her?
[sobs]
Um
Does she speak to you or to other people?
[sobs]
[in child-like voice] Ma Mommy.
[giggles]
[groans quietly]
Mommy needs to rest.
Ondine?
Mommy needs Baby Taffy
to make her some nice, warm soup.
If she doesn't eat some soup
and get some rest,
then she's never gonna feel better.
Where is Mommy?
[giggles]
She-- She's right over there!
[laughs]
Oh, it's okay, Mommy.
I'm gonna fix you some nice, warm soup--
Taffy--
[in deep voice]
Get your motherfucking hands off of me!
Don't you know?
He's here.
Who?
Hitler!
Everybody say that son of a bitch is dead.
That motherfucker ain't dead!
That wasn't his bones they left
all burnt up in that bunker!
Hell no!
You think that Nazi-ass motherfucker
ain't got brains enough
to leave some burnt-up bones behind
before he lights out
on a submarine to Argentina?
I humiliated him, Nazi piece of shit!
At his own Olympics!
Came into his stadium
and won five gold medals.
Four-hundred-meter hurdles, boom!
Gold medal!
Swastika-wearing sack of dog shit
-couldn't handle it!
-Charlotte--
I was watching him in the stands!
That silly little mustache of his
kept twitching!
-I want you to know you're safe here--
-I knew he would come after me someday!
-Charlotte, I can help you--
-I knew I would have to kill him myself.
Yaaaah!
Come get me, Adolf!
We're gonna finish this thing,
right here and now!
You're nothing!
You're no one, you ignorant,
no-talent nothing!
Let go of me!
I need to be on a train
to New York City tonight.
I am first chair violin
-of the New York Symphony Orchestra!
-Charlotte.
-[screams]
-I'm administering a sleep cure.
You'll be given a steady dose
for six days,
safe under constant watch.
Your nervous system is exhausted,
and you need very much to rest.
[Charlotte gasps faintly]
[exhales deeply]
Where am I?
You're safe.
You're suffering from what is known
as multiple personality disorder.
What
What is that?
A trauma in your past
caused your psyche to split.
-We must get to the root of this trauma--
-No, you don't understand, I
-The doctors told me it was melancholia.
-No, no.
You've been misdiagnosed.
Rest now, Charlotte.
Rest now.
I can help you.
Trust me.
Shh.
You're safe now.
Okay. Very good.
Dr. Hanover!
You stay away from me!
Are you going to tell me
how to treat Miss Wells, too?
No, I just I don't understand.
Dissociative disorders are
notoriously difficult to diagnose.
They present as a whole host of maladies;
mania, dementia, melancholy,
amnesia, schizophrenia.
Now, please
leave me alone to treat her
in a manner that I see fit.
She's an extraordinary case,
which makes the proper treatment
all the more important.
I agree with you.
Show the governor that you can
rehabilitate someone like Miss Wells,
and he'll forget
all about Edmund Tolleson.
Show him the Dr. Hanover
I just saw in that room.
Kind, decisive.
And he will give you
all the money you could possibly need.
[1940s popular music playing]
[giggling]
[Mildred]
Did the governor tell you that one?
No, the jokes the governor tells
I don't care to repeat.
By the way, the governor wants
the Edmund Tolleson matter concluded
by the end of the month.
Of course.
We both want that monster
to get exactly what he deserves.
So, Mildred.
Why did you ask me here?
You rebuffed my advance
in no uncertain terms.
You told me I was presuming
all the wrong things.
I'm going to say one thing
and then I'm going to ask you
not to bring it up again.
All right.
I do have feelings for you.
Although
I don't entirely understand them.
So I need to do this my own way.
I understand completely.
It took me quite a while.
I was very in love with a girl
who went off to war.
She was a nurse.
She, um
she didn't make it back.
Isn't it funny, then?
That I'm a nurse.
[chuckles]
I forgot to tell you.
Dr. Hanover has made me head nurse.
-He has?
-Yes.
Well, congratulations.
-It's a very big deal.
-[chuckles]
So, I've decided to organize a dance.
Would you have any interest in attending?
As my companion?
Mildred.
Nothing would make me happier.
Good.
[monkey squeaks]
[bell rings loudly]
I'd like to have a room, please.
This is our finest room.
We have two double beds,
and I just washed the bathroom.
I wouldn't let my monkey stay here.
Where's the next real city?
There's Salinas and, um uh
Watsonville and--
San Francisco.
[Louise chuckling] San Francisco.
Mildred Ratched?
Where is she?
She's room 10.
[knocking]
I'm off to find more suitable lodging.
You'll be hearing from me shortly.
I've taken over
the top floor of this place.
Though the wallpaper hurts my feelings.
[chuckling]
Thank you.
I'm flying in my decorator.
Where's your monkey?
Oh, in her suite.
I never bring her to business meetings.
No, I said lemon wedges.
Take it easy.
You look like a woman
who knows her way around the world.
I think we have that in common.
So, I'll cut to the chase.
I sent a man to do
what was clearly a woman's job.
You work for the doctor. Am I right?
Yes.
He told me what he did
to your son.
-[screaming]
-[wet snapping]
My son was a wild child.
For the life of me,
I did not know what to do.
Then, one day,
I heard this beautiful singing
coming from the attic.
Just simple scales.
Over and over again, but it was beautiful.
As I climbed the attic stairs,
I realized it wasn't singing.
It was a cello.
He found a cello.
I didn't even know we had one.
And then I saw my son.
He was sitting there, perfectly still.
Completely serene.
And he was playing these scales.
Pitch perfect.
[cello music]
I remember
his
beautiful little hands,
somehow just knowing
how to
tremble against the strings
just enough
to create the most beautiful
fragile vibrato.
It was the only time I ever saw my son
just perfectly still.
And that
is why that Doctor
Hanover, or whatever he's calling himself
these days
must die.
I understand you completely, Mrs. Osgood.
I will be happy
to relieve you of this suffering.
I would like one million dollars.
I realize that is
an enormous sum of money,
but I, too, have a family member
who is helpless without me.
And my circumstances will soon be such
that I will not be able to provide for him
as I have been.
You're taking advantage of me.
You must understand,
I am trying to protect my family.
[angrily] No one takes advantage of me.
Dr. Hanover?
What are you doing?
I wanted to just ask you
I was wondering if you would be willing
to go to the dance with me?
As my date.
Yes, I'd like that.
Oh. My
Is there a, uh
kind of corsage you would like?
Why
Gardenias, of course. [chuckles]
I'm very excited.
Well, I'll leave you to your work,
whatever that might be.
Hypnotherapy.
-Oh.
-For Miss Wells.
I've studied hypnosis,
but never performed it.
Patients displaying multiple personalities
tend to be quite easy to hypnotize.
Would you mind if I try it on you?
Are you kidding?
I would be delighted.
Please, sit.
[chuckles]
This is a red-letter day for Betsy Bucket!
-Just relax.
-Oh, yeah.
And stare at the spinning disc.
You will begin to think only of sleep.
With each exhale
you feel sleep spreading
through your body.
A deep
profound sleep.
Also
with each breath
as you fall into a deep sleep
you realize
you wish to go to the dance alone.
Or perhaps not go to the dance at all.
What?
What are you talking about?
I wouldn't miss that dance for anything.
I don't think this is working.
Well, no, I
Yeah, I was gonna say,
I don't feel hypnotized at all.
Maybe, I guess it's
it just doesn't work with everyone?
-Yeah.
-Yeah.
So, were you going to pick me up?
Or should we just meet here, or
[chuckles]
[chuckles]
[door clicks]
[loud thud]
Hey there, Doll-baby.
Did you hear about the dance?
[Edmund] Mm.
I went out and bought
the prettiest pink dress I could find.
[Edmund] Mm.
I've never been to a dance before.
[Edmund] Huh.
-Mother didn't trust me enough.
-[chuckles]
Dancing wasn't allowed
in any of the foster homes I grew up in.
I took a look at your file.
I read about what you did
to those priests.
[plate clatters]
Do you think I'm a monster?
No.
You said
one of those men
raped your mother, then abandoned her.
That man put rage inside you.
And I know what that feels like
because I have it in me, too.
I wish we could run out of here.
That we could go far, far away.
Run through a moonlit field, laughing.
Nobody telling us how we gotta live.
We could be free [chuckles]
from whatever you and I
did in our past.
That would all be over.
We wouldn't have a past.
Only the future stretching out
ahead of us as far as we can see,
all the way to the horizon.
I'd like that very much.
I love you, Dolly.
[Edmund moans faintly]
[guard] Nurse?
Yes, I'm coming.
[Edmund exhales deeply and moans]
-[water running]
-[exhales deeply]
[door opens]
[door shuts]
[Edmund exhales deeply]
[Edmund chuckles]
How did you get in here?
I told the guards you had lice,
so they wouldn't escort me inside.
Cover up, please.
[towel shakes loudly]
I hatched us a plan.
I'll prove to everyone at that dance
that I'm certifiable.
All I need from you is something small
and metal and sharp.
I'll start screaming
like I've been possessed.
[speaking in tongues]
And then I'll cut myself.
[people scream]
Good.
[door opens]
[Charlotte in deep voice] Hell no!
You can kiss my gold-medal-winning ass,
you low-down motherfucker!
-Charlotte, hypnosis is harmless.
-I ain't gonna let you Svengali me!
Hitler's gonna walk through that door
-any minute.
-And individuals suffering
-from multiple personalities
-We got to be prepared!
are generally very easily hypnotized.
Do I have your permission?
Thank you, Apollo.
And thank you, Ondine, and Baby Taffy.
But right now, Charlotte
I want you to keep staring at the disc
and think only of sleep.
Sleep.
Going sound
sound asleep.
[echoing] Are you asleep?
[sleepy voice] You're shit.
You're nothing.
I played Shostakovich's Concerto No. 1
-You're passing into a deep
-in A minor
-profound sleep.
-for King Leopold of Belgium.
[Dr. Hanover] Going deeply to sleep.
And Charlotte, as you fall asleep
please thank Apollo, and Ondine
and Baby Taffy for protecting you,
and always keeping you safe.
Are you there, Charlotte?
[in normal voice] Yes.
[contraption clicks off]
Yes.
Please open your eyes.
Hello, Charlotte.
It's me.
Dr. Hanover.
You experienced a severe trauma,
and several personalities emerged
from your psyche,
as a way to protect you
from the pain of that trauma.
I want you to tell me
what happened to you.
If I tell you
they'll make me go away again, and
I don't want to go away.
The others aren't here, Charlotte.
It's just you and I.
And you needn't be afraid to tell me
what happened to you.
You're safe, Charlotte.
Two years ago
I was traveling to the University
of Maryland to attend a lecture.
Walking home,
it was late and I was alone.
I was attacked by four young, white men.
They beat me and
threw me into the trunk of a car.
They drove me to an abandoned house.
They dragged me into the basement, and
they beat me again.
Did they rape you?
No.
I thought they were going to.
They took off my clothes
and locked me in a closet.
I don't know how long I was in there.
You do know.
Nine days.
Nine days.
Every day, they would pull me out
of the closet and hit me or chase me.
They made me eat dog food.
One of the boys
didn't want to be involved.
He kept pointing out that
some of my wounds were getting infected
from sitting in my feces.
I think he might have been the one
who told the police.
Because late at night
on the ninth day,
an officer came and unlocked the door.
He told me he would let me go
if I agreed not to press charges
against the boys.
[sighs]
I think it might have been
one of the boys' father.
He had a clean set of clothing with him.
He gave me five dollars and
drove me to the bus station.
Thank you, Charlotte.
Go back to sleep.
When I snap my finger
you'll awaken.
You and you alone.
You will realize that
your trauma is in the past.
And while you will never forget it
this event no longer controls you.
How do you feel?
Relieved.
[Dr. Hanover] Under hypnosis, the subject
described kidnapping and torture.
She was locked up in a closet
for nine days
and repeatedly beaten.
[sobs]
[sniffles]
I think I helped someone today.
[sniffs] I really helped someone.
[1940s popular music playing]
Ready to cut a rug?
Nice to see you.
[exhales deeply]
[both chuckle]
Come on in.
How's the book club, anyway?
Still can't believe they voted me out.
Who knew they could do such a thing?
And all because I'm an alcoholic,
whatever that means.
Betsy, is that beef Stroganoff?
Yes, it's just a little recipe
off a Libby's can I've been working on,
because you never know when
a gentleman caller might darken your door.
Mm, you really have it bad
for that Dr. Hanover.
[chuckles]
[cork pops]
[sighs]
I would like to put your dancing skills
to good use.
See, Dr. Hanover and I will be attending
the hospital dance together.
Ooh.
You're kidding me.
[inhales deeply]
I gotta say
it was the gifts that melted his heart.
Mm.
Decadent.
[sighs]
Lilies of the valley.
These remind me of my dear,
departed mother.
Thank you.
I knew the feelings were there,
but he is so intimidated by me.
I knew he wouldn't ask me
to the dance himself.
So, I asked him.
Yes. [chuckles]
Yes, I will go to the dance with you.
See, I'm not head nurse anymore.
So there's none of that pesky
power dynamic.
He's free to be himself.
And after the dance
Oh, my. [clicks teeth]
Who knows? I--
I wouldn't be surprised
if we were honeymooning within a month.
I hate weddings, but yours I'll come to.
I want this love affair to start off
on the on the right footing,
so, I really need to brush up
on my dancing.
So, since you're an old flapper,
I thought maybe you could help me practice
my fox-trot, my box step
my waltz.
I got your back.
Oh.
Thank you.
[1920s jazz music playing]
[laughing]
[both laugh wildly]
I've never seen you look so happy.
Well, there are two things in this world
that make me feel right in myself.
And one is Dr. Hanover, and the other
is revenge.
Mildred Ratched.
Oh!
I hate that stuck-up bitch.
Oh, yeah.
I made nice with her,
so she'd think that we were friends,
but you know
I wouldn't shed a tear
if she dropped dead tomorrow.
You know what I mean?
[giggles]
I am just trying to protect Dr. Hanover,
because she is up to something.
I can smell it.
So, when I'm at the dance
with Dr. Hanover
cradled in his not overly large
but still quite strong arms
Mm.
you will be keying into her room,
rifling through her stuff
like a truffle pig,
looking for all the dirt that you can.
Ooh, I love this!
[both laugh]
[door opens and bell jingles]
[door closes]
How many?
-Table for one, please.
-Sure.
[lighter clicks]
[cigarette sizzles]
[door opens and bell jingles]
[door closes]
[pounding on door]
-What are you doing here?
-She's here, I saw her!
-Who?
-Lenore,
the woman I told you about.
[breathing fast] She wants to kill me.
I I need to stay here.
No, no, no, you need to listen to me.
-Just calm down--
-Please! [gasps]
[sobs]
I'm falling apart, Nurse Ratched!
For several years now, I've been--
I've been abusing
several different medications.
I need help! [sobs]
Stop that.
Stop that!
If you want me to help you,
then I need to think.
-[sniffles]
-Okay?
Okay.
[breathes deeply]
Has she gone to the police?
I don't know. I--
I don't think so, no.
Well, maybe there's a reason for that.
She must have secrets, too.
And that makes her vulnerable.
You should go back to the hospital.
Tell the guards there's a
an ex-patient of yours, um
a woman,
and she's threatened your life.
You'll be safe there for now.
You can sleep in your office. Now, go!
You shouldn't be seen here.
If you do what I tell you,
you will be all right.
[doorbell rings]
Hello.
Hm.
What were you thinking?
Now he knows you're here.
I'm not crazy.
Well, he's holed up at the hospital
under armed guard.
You'll never get to him now.
I didn't just show up.
I followed him.
All day.
And
[whispering] I had a gun in my purse.
I thought if I followed him around
all day,
I might eventually become so enraged
[whispering] that I would just blow
his brains right out of his skull.
But then I thought,
"Who's going to take care of my son?"
I have to take care of everything.
I have to feed him and bathe him,
and clean up after him when he
defecates all over himself.
I have to do everything.
I understand, Mrs. Osgood, I do,
and I sympathize.
I am on your side.
[scoffs]
I am, I mean it.
I cannot go to prison.
I cannot be implicated in a murder.
Of course not.
I would never let that happen.
I'll pay you $100,000
and not a penny more.
Take it or leave it.
I'll do it.
I will kill him for you.
And I will make sure that he suffers.
And if I were you
I'd go with the pink.
[chuckles]
Looks nice with the couch.
[chuckles]
[cell door creaks]
Step, touch, step, touch,
one, two, one, two
Hey, sis.
Got my dancing shoes
all polished and ready.
Edmund, pay attention.
At around 8:00 this evening, you'll be
brought up to the dance and unshackled.
[Edmund] Mm.
They will have swept the room
for knives and sharp objects,
and Harold will be armed,
so that everyone feels safe.
I've instructed all the nurses
and patients who will be in attendance
not to make eye contact with you.
I've told them you're part
of a vanguard insanity experiment
that Hanover is running to see
how you respond to a social setting
and that they should simply ignore you.
[chuckles softly]
How'd you get Hanover to agree to that?
I didn't.
His mind is elsewhere.
And I'm in charge here.
[big band music playing]
Why, Gielgud himself saw me
give my Thane of Cawdor at the Old Vic,
and afterwards said to me
he'd never seen a performance so loud!
[laughing]
I'm nervous.
There's nothing to be nervous about.
Would you care to dance, Miss Wells?
[slow song playing]
This is the fourth time
I've brought you punch.
I'd really like to hit the floor.
Fine.
I'll be right back.
Have you seen Dolly?
[in Southern accent] That's your fucking
problem now, Head Nurse.
I'm just here to dance with my man.
[lively music playing]
Come on! I wanna do the Charleston!
Whoo!
-[metallic echo]
-[music stops]
[slow music playing]
-[Gwendolyn] Punch?
-[Bucket] Oh, thank you.
She's a great nurse, isn't she?
She's a true caregiver.
The razor blade is
under the pile of serviettes.
Her?
-Oh, yeah, she's a peach.
-[chuckles]
I don't believe we've met.
I'm-- I'm Gwendolyn Briggs.
Betsy Bucket.
-Nice to meet you.
-Mm. What are you doing here?
I'm here with Mildred.
As a chaperone.
Chaperone?
Interesting.
[Harold] You know,
you don't need to be nervous.
Huh?
You don't need to be nervous.
Nothing bad is gonna happen.
I know.
It's just the last policeman I met
was not a kind man.
Well, look at me.
I'm kind.
Get on up, princess.
You're about as pretty as those pearls.
Oh, look at you.
For God's sake,
what do you think you're doing?
Back off, Bucket.
You're not head nurse anymore.
Live your own life.
You remember the plan?
Say it.
When we get the nod, I take out the guard.
Be quick.
You gotta be real fast.
The car's outside.
Engine running.
[sighs] Come on, let's dance.
We already did.
Yes, we danced, kind sir,
because we're at a dance
where people dance,
usually more than once.
[breathes deeply]
Look at us, just standing here.
We should be out there on the floor.
Yes.
Maybe someday.
Mildred.
If I could have the honor
[breathes in deeply]
Would you dance with me?
Yes, of course.
Oh, look at everyone.
They're staring at us.
[sighs]
Who can blame them?
A doctor and a nurse.
It's like a storybook.
[Dr. Hanover] No, it isn't.
-There's no storybook like that.
-[chuckles]
Maybe you don't want children,
and that's fine.
I'd be content with a little house,
white picket fence.
Sundays snuggled up
on the porch swing,
drinking our coffee,
reading our newspaper.
That's enough!
Let me be very clear about something.
Yes? What is it?
Since the day I set foot in this hospital,
I have loathed you.
But you came with the facility,
and the previous owner liked you somehow
and begged me not to fire you.
-What--
-Nothing is going to happen between us.
Nothing!
I am sick and tired of women
telling me what to do,
and I'm not going to take it anymore.
You will never speak to me again.
Do you understand?
If you do
I will strike you.
I will strike you in the face!
Hey.
That poor woman.
Someone should go after her.
Well, if you won't, I will.
[mouthing] Ready?
[sobs]
What happened?
[voice wavering]
He said unspeakable things to me.
Betsy, please, calm down.
It was all in my head.
The whole time, I was making it up.
[sobs] And I knew it.
Betsy, listen to me. You're all right.
Now just breathe,
and don't let him rob you of your pride.
Do you have a compact or something?
Let's get you cleaned up
and back out there.
No! I can't.
No, I will never even
show my face there again.
-[sniffling]
-Don't let him do that to you.
Oh, Christ.
Fuck!
[panting]
Betsy.
Listen to me.
[groans]
Dr. Hanover is a dope fiend
and a basket case
who doesn't deserve someone like you.
Someone strong and caring and opinionated,
who knows what she wants.
That's what you are, Betsy, a real woman.
Do you have a comb?
That is the only thing you are guilty of.
Now let me do this.
That's why he would want to hurt
someone like you. It's okay.
Because you wake up every morning,
and without even trying,
you are tenacious, clever and wise.
You are a thousand wonderful things that
that walking pile of garbage
will never be, do you hear me?
-You're stunning.
-[groans]
-Can you help her with her lipstick?
-Yes.
[Bucket panting]
[1940s popular music playing]
What in God's name is wrong with you?
No. I will not speak to you,
I will not listen to you ever again--
Quit your mewling,
you pathetic little child.
You had one task,
and I was very clear.
You only had to do it for one night.
You have destroyed that woman.
I don't care.
From this day forward, you will never
bark another order at me again.
Do you understand? I am your superior!
Of that
you are very, very mistaken.
Showtime.
[people scream]
[screaming continues]
[screaming hysterically]
[Gwendolyn] Drop the gun!
It's all right.
It's all right, drop the gun.
[people screaming]
[Charlotte, in deep voice]
You're nothing! You're a--
You're nothing!
You're shit!
You're nothing!
You're all-- [gasping]
I am Ondine!
[Edmund] Why did you do that?
Why did you have to shoot her?
[giggling] She was coming right at us,
I didn't have a choice.
You didn't have to kill her!
[breathing fast]
[Mildred] You're okay. Stay with me.
Stay with me. Stay with me.
[laughing]
We did it! We're free, we did it.
We'll be paying for that
someday.
Spill the blood of an innocent,
-you end up paying.
-What about the guard, what did he do?
-The guard was fair game!
-What about Harold?
Quiet down, okay?
We are free, Edmund.
[police siren wailing]
Come out with your hands up!