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Just look sexy, please.

Come on.
You always look sexy.

God, I'm so happy
I married you.

What are you gonna do
to me in there?

If you stop taking pictures and
come inside, we can find out.

This place is amazing.

You think we're still gonna want
to bang each other when we're 80?

Uh, you'd better.
Otherwise, I'm gonna leave your ass.

Admit it. I'm the best
you've ever had.

Actually, there is
this one guy...

Shut up. Shut up.

You are so sexy.

Come on. Let's go inside.

Last stop on the haunted
honeymoon tour.

Better make it good.

Oh, my God.

"Built in 1908, Briarcliff Manor was the
largest tuberculosis ward on the East Coast."

46,000 people died here.

Do you think
it's haunted?

They shuttled the bodies out...

through an underground tunnel
called the death chute.

We should totally do it
in the death chute.

Oh, my God. You are so demented.
I love you.

What are we gonna tell our kids
about the honeymoon?

We'll tell 'em the truth. We visited the
12 most haunted places in America...

and screwed our brains out
in every single one.

Or that Mommy's a horror freak, and
Daddy lives to make Mommy happy.

He does.

- Come on. Let's keep exploring.
- All right.

We've got an hour before sunset.
Let's make it quick.

The Catholic Church
bought this place in '62,

and turned it into a sanitarium
for the criminally insane.

"Legend has it that once
you were committed at Briarcliff,

you never got out.

Their most famous resident
was a serial killer named"...

Bloody Face.

- Say "Bloody Face."
- Bloody Face.

Teresa! You gotta see this.
Get in here.

Tie me down.

I'm sick, Doctor.
Can you help me?

I don't know. You seem to have a
very bad case of morbid erotomania.

Ready for your injection?

What is that?

What is that? Let's go find out.
It's probably nothin'.

No, no, no. Come on.
Come on. Let's go.

You're killing me.
I'll make it up to you.

Promise me we're coming back.
Promise.

Maybe it's Bloody Face.
Maybe it's just old pipes.

You can totally put it
in my ass right now.

Wow.

- I can't see anything.
- Yo, take it easy. Take it easy.

What? You scared, pussy?

I can't... Oh, my God!

What?
Oh, you are such a prick.

You are such a prick.

- Speaking of which...
- No. I wanna know what's in there.

Do it again and I'll blow you.

Give me your phone.

Ow! Get off me!
Oh, my God!

That'll be
three dollars even.

Thirty cents a gallon.

You think 'cause you're out here
in the tules you can gouge people?

I don't set
the prices, sir.

Kids get a coloring book?
Yeah, that'd be Texaco.

Come on, Jack.
I just wanna go home.

Whoa.
Nice.

Drive safely.

Asshole.

Sign says "Closed."

- Boo!
- Christ! Billy!

You trying to get killed?

Do you know what Art
keeps in this cabinet?

Look anything like this?
Oh!

Gimme.
Give me that.

Whoo!

We just want to borrow it. Nigger tried
to mess with Rainy's little sister.

You guys insane?
Come on, Kit.

- We're just gonna scare him. Come with us.
- I'm not going with you guys.

And neither is the gun,
so just leave.

Yeah.

How much is Art paying you
these days?

I hear you got yourself
a maid.

That's what I hear anyway.

Mmm.

Chocolate.

Something smells good,
Mrs. Walker.

I'm not used to putting those two words
together, but I like it, Mr. Walker.

Well...

- So how are you?
- I'm good. How are you?

I'm good.

Let's do it, babe.

Let's tell everyone. I mean, come on.
We didn't commit a crime.

We drove to Provincetown
and got married.

Your family, my folks,
they should know.

- The world will change one day.
- The world is wrong.

We need to keep it a secret.

Baby.

It makes me feel like I can't
protect my own family.

The rice is just about ready.

That's not
what I'm hungry for.

Okay, okay.

- Oh, babe.
- I hope you like your beef tough and dry...

because that's what we're
having for dinner tonight.

The first course
was delicious.

- Where you going?
- To make you dinner.

Oh, shit.

Alma, stay in the kitchen
no matter what. You hear me?

I know you're out here, Billy.

Stop playing games.

Kit!

Alma!
Help me!

Help me!

Alma! Alma!

Answer me!
Where are you?

Lana Winters from the Gazette.
I'm doing a story on your bakery.

I have an appointment
with Sister Jude.

Play with me!

Play with me.

- Ow.
- Pepper, leave the lady alone.

Oh, it's fine. She was only
trying to make friends.

- It was harmless.
- She's not harmless.

She drowned her sister's baby
and sliced his ears off.

Follow me, miss.

No! No!

Don't wanna go to bed.

Sister Jude calls this
her stairway to heaven.

Lady reporter's here.

I told you I would come find
you, Sister Mary Eunice.

Brush yourself off,
Shelley.

You think I'm full of shame and regret
for what I've done now, Sister?

You can shave me
bald as a cue ball,

and I'll still be the hottest
tamale in this joint.

Take her to the common room so the others
can witness her newfound immaculacy.

And next time knock.

- Remind me of your name.
- Lana. Lana Winters.

Can I ask what Shelley did? I assume
you were punishing her for something.

I assumed you were here
to do a story on our bakery.

Oh, believe me. No one loves that
molasses bread more than I do.

I toast it for my breakfast
every single morning.

Shelley was brought to us...

having been given the preposterous
diagnosis by a psychiatrist...

comparing her to a wood nymph.

- You mean a nymphomaniac?
- Just more nonsense from the charlatans.

That young woman is a victim of her own lust.
There's no other name for it.

Mental illness is the fashionable
explanation for sin.

You said your name is Lana?
After the movie star.

Now there's a train wreck
of a soul.

Jennifer Jones, however,
there's a true lady.

You've seen Song of Bernadette?

- Oh, it's a classic.
- Yeah.

But at Briarcliff,
I hear you are the true star.

Oh, no. Not me.
The monsignor, Timothy Howard.

He's the real visionary.
Sit down. You're making me nervous.

You know what this place was
just two years ago?

- A hellhole.
- And I'm told the bakery was your idea.

It was, but it was based
on his philosophy.

Well, write it down.

He believes the tonic for a diseased
mind lies in the three P's:

Productivity, prayer
and purification.

The bakery's just the tip
of the iceberg.

Oh. Oh, we have such dreams
for this place.

Are all of your patients
remanded here by the state?

Not all.

The monsignor's a man of charity.

You know where most of our
wards come from? The ghetto.

They said to tell you
that, um...

Oh, I didn't knock.
I'm sorry, Sister.

- Who said to tell me what?
- They said to tell you...

- What?
- The bad person will arrive any minute.

Thank you, Sister.

Well, are we ready
for our bakery tour?

She's talking about the maniac.
The killer of those women, isn't she?

- Bloody Face.
- Bloody Face?

An eyewitness caught a glimpse of him
leaving one of the crime scenes...

wearing a mask which appeared
to be made of human flesh.

I heard he's going to be admitted here today.
Is there any way I can meet him?

You're not in the least bit
interested in our good works.

Our town is in a collective panic.

This maniac is decapitating women.
Three of them so far.

- I see you for exactly who you are.
- Three minutes.

Give me three minutes with him, and I
swear to God, I will write an amazing...

Swear to God?
That's rich coming from you.

People wanna understand what's
in the mind of someone like him.

- There's not a pious bone in your body.
- Where's the harm in that?

You're out of your depth,
Miss Lana Banana.

You want a story?
Write this down.

Your killer is being turned over
to us by the authorities...

until it is determined whether
he is fit to stand trial.

It's an ordeal, I know.

Our check-in procedures.

Though not a patch on what you
put your victims through.

Sister, I didn't kill anybody.

The courts have given you
over to my care.

Not for correction, but for storage
while they weigh your fate.

This is not a meat locker.

Here you will repent
for your crimes...

to the only judge that matters...

To Almighty God.

There is no God.

Not a God who would create
the things I saw.

Your story about little green men?

No. That won't do here.

They weren't human.

- They were monsters.
- All monsters are human.

You're a monster.

I wonder, did her...

dark meat slide off the bone any
easier than your other victims?

You're gonna wish
you hadn't done that.

- Back with us, ass munch?
- Ooh.

Sister Jude
is on the warpath.

- Hey, stop it.
- I can't make the welts go away,

but I can make you forget
you had 'em.

Nurse already
gave me a salve.

A salve can't cure you
like I can.

You need a session in the
hydrotherapy room with me.

I speak French and Greek.

Will you beat it!

He's mine.
He's mine.

I can't take it.

Don't touch that.

Any one of them
will sell you out.

They get a piece of candy.
You get another five welts on your ass.

It's a rule. As long as the common
room is open, the song plays.

There's a rule
for everything here.

I learned them all the hard way.

Trust me.

Why should I trust you?

'Cause I'm not crazy.

Hey, Bloody Face.
You're him, right?

You must be
the most dangerous man here.

I heard you skinned 'em alive.
Last one a colored girl.

I guess you didn't like
her color.

Fight! Hey, fight!

- Fight!
- Get off of him!

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

He started it.

No. No.

Hey, you gotta eat.

How'd you get back here?

Kitchen detail.

I volunteered.
Here.

Why you being so nice to me?

What you put out into the world
comes back to you.

So what'd you put out into the world
to get locked up in a place like this?

They say I chopped up my family.

You gonna ask?

Did you?

No.

- Did you murder your wife?
- No. And I'm not crazy.

That's unfortunate.

If they decide you're sane,
you're going someplace way worse than this.

- What could be worse than this?
- You think it's bad not having a chair?

Just think of the one
they'll strap you into.

- I'll try to come back later.
- Hey.

- What's your name?
- Grace.

He's gone.
Willie's gone.

There was a medical
emergency last night.

I didn't even know he was sick.

Why wasn't I informed?

Dr. Arden asked to have him
taken directly to his wing.

I demand you give me access
to your laboratory.

When the monsignor brought me out of
retirement to run Briarcliff's medical unit,

we made
a gentleman's agreement.

Curious, since only one of you
is a gentleman.

Please look at me
when I speak to you.

I'm not one of your charges, Sister,
quaking in my boots.

Do you have any idea
what this is?

It's a plant.
A little Elena.

This particular strain of Alstroemeria
has never existed before.

It was created by bombarding
the plant with gamma rays.

It is an affirmation of the
power of science over nature.

Your little mutation
doesn't change the fact...

that in order
for this institution to thrive,

I need to manage your operation.

Sister, if you can manage to stay out of my
business, I'll try and stay out of yours.

Let's discuss another matter.
The patients...

four of them,
including Willie last night...

have disappeared
under your supervision.

- They died.
- That's it? Period? No explanation?

Patients committed here suffer
not only diseases of the mind,

- but also of the body.
- Where are the bodies?

Cremated.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Cause of death documented
in their death certificates.

I find it interesting...

that of all the patients that died
since you've been here,

none have family.

No one to grieve
or to ask questions.

I think you're lying, and in time
whatever it is you're hiding...

will come to see
the light of day.

I've dealt with bigger monsters
than you, Dr. Arden.

Let me give you fair warning.

I'll always win
against the patriarchal male.

Bully for you.

I am telling you, Wendy,
that battle-ax has secrets.

Under all that piousness
and fidelity,

there's a real darkness.

- Getting high before dinner?
- Makes your food taste better.

If your gut says there's
a story, then there is.

Blow the lid off the place like
Maisel did with "Bedlam 1946."

Get yourself a Pulitzer.

Problem is, your editor
won't let you do it.

Emmerman's an asshole. He thinks that
Canada geese leaving Chicopee...

a month early
is a column-A story.

And he wants me to write
the cooking column.

- And your cooking is horrible.
- Why do you think I never eat it?

I'm not doing this for Emmerman.

I write it on my own, and I
get it out to Life or Look.

- This is my shot.
- I know, baby.

And I am behind you 100%.

If you need to take some time off
to get this story done,

I want you to do it.

The blinds are open.

No one can see.

- The pot's making you paranoid.
- You think the P.T.A. Is gonna be cool...

if they find out a dyke is teaching
little Bobby and Susie science?

I mean, I have to fight to get
evolution on my curriculum.

You're right.
I'm sorry.

Anything I do in my life,
I can do because you love me.

I know, baby.

So how are you
gonna get in?

Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women, and blessed
is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, mother of God,

pray for us sinners now
and at the hour of our death.

Amen.

You are a rara avis,
Sister Jude.

What does that mean?

It means "rare bird"
in Latin.

And it's a... compliment or a criticism?
It's a compliment.

Most women of the cloth feel
they have to deny all sensory life...

when they take their vows.

No.

- I've renounced spirits.
- Are you sure?

Your cooking reveals
an almost decadent palate.

"Decadent."
Is that a subtle reprimand, Father?

You know me better than that.
I always say what I mean.

I'd appreciate
the same from you.

As usual, you've seen
right through me, Father.

When you put me in charge here,
I thought your faith in me...

was based on
our mutually shared vision...

of madness as a spiritual crisis...

an absence of God.

- That remains true.
- I want to know where you found Dr. Arden.

He is not a man of God.

Church approved him.

He was sent here by people better equipped
to judge his godliness than you.

Say what you will.

Your rare bird
has a nose for rodents.

You mustn't be so fearful.

It was God, after all,
who created both science and heaven.

God put the idea
in a doctor's head...

to create the antibiotic
that cured tuberculosis.

These are amazing times.
If you just look at it in another light...

- There is no other light.
- We're literally almost on the moon.

Our dear departed
John F. Kennedy... a Catholic...

was elected president.

This is a time when anything can
happen if someone wants it enough.

But what on earth do we want
if not to save souls?

Here's what I want.

I want this institution
to become a place...

of such promise and renown...

that we are asked
to be cardinal of New York.

- We?
- Wherever I go, you go.

You're my right hand.

You'll become mother superior,
overseeing thousands of nuns...

who will address you
as "Reverend Mother."

And then with God and you
on my side,

I see no reason why I couldn't ascend to
the office of first Anglo-American pope.

You'd enjoy Rome,

wouldn't you, Sister?

I need you to be
a team player.

The doctor needs
full oversight of his domain.

You... look after yours.

Mmm.

Do you hear them? They sound
like they're getting hungrier.

It's to be expected.

The weather's changing.

They'll need some meat.

What are they?

Do you trust me?

Good.

Always in such a hurry, Sister.

Why are you out
so late at night?

Oh, please don't tell Sister Jude.

What is that?
Some kind of animal?

We can't stay here.
We have to go.

Grace?

Quiet, son.

You don't belong in here.

Not when there's so much to learn.

Am I bleeding out?

We gotta get you back into town.
It's only five miles away.

Leo, Leo, don't fall asleep.
Come on, baby.

Can you make it to the car?

Where's your phone?
Is it in your car?

Leo.
Okay, I'll be right back.

What?

Come on.

This way. Hurry.

What is this place?

It's my shortcut
from the woods.

What were you feeding
out there?

I guess I'll have to ask
Sister Jude.

Why?
Why would you do that?

She scares you, doesn't she?
She scares you to death.

You let me look around,

and I won't tell Sister Horrible
about your nighttime forays.

Or your secret tunnel.

Hello, Mr. Walker.
I'm Dr. Arthur Arden.

I run this institution.

- I thought Sister Jude ran this place.
- So does she.

Five minutes
and then you leave.

Scout's honor. Where are you keeping
Bloody Face? Is he in here?

There was a time...

when a fanatic like Sister Jude could have
had me thrown in prison for my ideas.

Tortured.
Maybe even castrated.

Like Brother Abelard.

These are not the Middle Ages,

no matter how tightly
the good sister and her brood...

try to hold on to their fairy tale.

No. This is my time.

The time of science.

Miss, please. Not in here.
This is the men's ward.

What's this? Two little chicks
looking for a place to roost?

Back to bed, Mr. Spivey.
You shouldn't be up.

Oh, I'm up. I made a mess, Sister.
You wanna see it?

I'll be right back, Miss Winters.
Please don't go anywhere.

I got more for you, lady.

I hope you don't mind
if I don't use anesthetic.

It interferes with my readings.

Hey, lady!
Hi!

You're not supposed
to be in here.

I guess you'd better
report me then.

Unless nobody saw anything.

I'm sorry about your hair.
Is this where they're keeping the maniac?

- Which one?
- Kit Walker.

No. He misbehaved.
They took him to solitary.

He'll have to play
with himself for a while.

Solitary. Where's that?

Alfred, get your hands
outta your pants.

- Why are you doing this to me?
- The devil doesn't reside in hell, Mr. Walker.

He lives right here
in the frontal gyrus.

The occipital lobes.

Inside those beautiful brains...

lies the secret to understanding
the darkness of the human psyche.

And 10 of them put together...

are not as dark
as what resides right here...

in this cute, blond melon.

The victim was found naked.

Preliminary findings indicate...

that the skinning occurred
while the victim was still breathing.

- Kit.
- Alma.

Help me!

Alma!

You sliced her from the feet up.

What did you do with the skin?

I'm not here
to pass judgment, Mr. Walker.

I'm merely interested
in methodology.

Hello. What's this?
Way too hard to be a tumor.

Mr. Walker?

You put everything at risk.
Everything.

Our reputation, the life's work of our
great monsignor, all his future dreams.

I used bad judgment, Sister.

Bad judgment? Like eating too much cake?
Is that what you mean, Sister?

Miss Winters got me
very confused.

Maybe the sin is mine. Maybe my faith
in you is nothing but the sin of pride.

- No. You're not a sinner.
- I favored you. I coddled you.

I refused to see what others saw.

When they said you were stupid,
I said no.

It was simply that you were
more pure than the others.

It's not... big enough, Sister.

Punish me, Sister, please.

I'm so weak and stupid, Sister.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Stand up and get out.
I don't have time for this.

You're too good to me, Sister.

And if I ever hear you call yourself
stupid again, I'll cane you bloody.

You're awake.
I'm so relieved.

What's going on?

You had an accident.

Something attacked me.

You writers
with your very fertile imaginations.

You took a tumble.

- Get me out of this thing.
- No, no, no.

You mustn't move. You've got a
long recovery ahead of you.

- You can't keep me here.
- No?

There are people
who will come looking for me.

Do you think so?

- You said she was hurt?
- While trespassing.

You and Miss Winters have a
charming home here, Miss Peyser.

- Very cozy.
- I need to see her.

But surely you're not her family.

Lana's parents
don't speak to her anymore.

- Oh.
- I'm-I'm practically family. We're very close.

- Are you now?
- Like sisters.

But point in fact, you're not
sisters, are you, Miss Peyser?

I mean, you have
no legal standing.

I have a moral standing.

"Moral."
Now there's an interesting word.

You're a spinster?
Schoolteacher, I take it?

- I teach the third grade.
- Oh, I admire that.

The molding of young minds
is a sacred charge.

You would never
intentionally do anything...

to put these precious youngsters
at risk.

- Of course not.
- So when you agreed to room with Miss Winters,

you couldn't possibly
have been aware of her... inversion.

Inversion?

I mean, you would never
intentionally expose these little angels...

to a homosexual, would you?

And we both know what that
so-called monster in the closet...

really is,
don't we, Miss Winters?

That's why
you've come here.

Because something in you
knew that you needed help.

Are you threatening me,
Sister?

It is I who have been threatened,
young woman.

Your friend gained access
to my facility...

under false pretenses.

She had no interest
in our bakery.

She wanted an inside look
into a mental ward.

And I intend to see
that she gets it.

- You can't do this.
- Oh, yes, I can.

I can do it either by exposing...

the shenanigans that took place
in this little love nest,

or I can do it discreetly.

She will, of course,
receive the finest of care.

I have no legal standing.

You're a respected member
of this community...

at least for now.

Your sworn statement,

along with
our professional diagnosis,

is more than enough
for a friendly judge...

to remand Miss Winters
into my custody.

It's a small town.

A scandal will work just as well.

You'll be ruined.
You'll never step into a classroom again.

Wait. Wait!

We're gonna slay that monster
together, you and I.

Morning devotionals at 6:00 a.m.
Sharp. No exceptions.

No. Let me out of here!

Come back here, you bitch!

Chin up.
We're gonna get you cured.

Help me!

Did you manage it?
Yes, Sister Jude.

But... thou shalt not steal.
Help me!

Well, hopefully that's
the only commandment...

you had to break
in order to get these.

Come back here!

Help!

Ah. Sister Jude.
Come to lend a hand?

What's going on in here?

Just a little spring cleaning.

That odor. What is it?

Disinfectant.
Standard sanitary procedure.

Cleanliness is, after all,
next to godliness.

Something's been living in here.

That's absurd.
This room's been closed up for years.

I'm in need of some extra storage space.
I think this will do quite nicely.

Don't think you can
pull one over on me, Doctor.

I'll ferret it out,
whatever it is you're up to.

A ferret.
Delightful creature.

I used to keep one
as a pet...

until it bit me...

and I broke its neck.

You brought me my keys?

Thank you.

You may think my mind
is closed, Doctor,

but my eyes are wide open,
I promise you.