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Mr. Goodman?

Mr. Goodman was my father,
alev ha shalom.

Please call me Sam.

I am sorry we have
to meet like this,

but confidentiality is the
heart and soul of my work.

Yes, uh,

Mother Claudia
explained all that to me.

She's the only one
who knows I'm here.

I'd like to keep it that way.

The monsignor,
he thinks I've lost my mind,

but... I haven't.

I, um... I trust my instincts.

Instincts are everything.

We ignore them
at our peril.

Do I...
pay you for this?

No, no, no, no.
I don't do this for money.

It's more of a calling.

Did you lose someone?

Everyone.

Is that for me?
Um...

Please sit.
Thank you.

He goes by the name Arden,

but I believe
his real name may be Gruper.

He may have been
an S.S. Doctor.

I mean, there's hardly
anything at all in there.

Um, just a home address,
and even that may be a lie.

Probably is a lie, all of it.

What do you mean?

Have you heard
of Operation Paperclip?

After the war, the Joint
Intelligence Objectives Agency...

actively recruited
the best Nazi scientists.

To get around Truman's express
orders to exclude Nazi supporters,

they created false biographies
for these men.

Forgive the question,

but have you ever seen him
without a shirt on?

Me? Oh, no, no. Never.

S.S. Have a tattoo
of their blood type here.

It's how they were
easily identified...

by the Allied forces
after the liberation.

Do I need to look for it?

No, no, no, no, no.

In fact, don't do anything
until I've completed my work.

If he is who you suspect,

the last thing
you want to do is corner him.

- Dr. Arden?
- Stop. You leave him there.

Where's Sister Jude?

I have to speak to her right away.

This man is a monster.

You should see what
he's got in his office.

Go, Sister.

I've waited so many years for this.

I can wait
a few more minutes.

Drop the gun, or I'll blow
your goddamn head off.

You put up a bit
of a fight, I hear.

You had to be sedated.

Where did you
get the gun, Anne?

I took it off one of those detectives.

And it's a good thing I did.
He would've killed me.

- Dr. Arden?
- Gruper.

Hans Gruper. I told you.
He's a Nazi.

- The thing in his lab... did you see it?
- What thing?

What do you think you saw?

Oh, God. He got rid of it
before anyone could see.

Dr. Arden was in no condition
to do any such thing.

When I arrived, he was being
rushed to the hospital.

Good. I hope he dies.

Now come on. Wake up.

He's not going to die.

He'll be back here, and soon.

Maybe with the police.
Maybe with the monsignor.

You could end up on his operating
table and I out in the street.

So before that happens, I want you
to tell me what you think you saw.

Go and look.

We did look.

Now, Frank says
you claimed to have seen...

some sort of creature
that was alive.

Maybe it escaped on its own.

I doubt that, Sister.
It...

It had no legs.

Sister Jude?

Can't you see I'm busy?

There's a man in your office.

What man?

Did he say what he wanted?

His wife.

Her name is Charlotte.

Charlotte Brown is her married name.
She was born Charlotte Cohen.

That's our son David.

He's a sweet little boy,

but he has a colic.

Cries five, six times a night.

Nothing we can do
to comfort him.

It's enough to make anyone
a little cuckoo,

especially a woman
as high-strung as Charlotte.

Cuckoo.

High-strung.

How about world-class actress?

She was very convincing
playing Anne Frank.

That's how it all started.

She read the diary, and when she
was eight months' pregnant...

We drove down to Boston...

to see a production
of Anne Frank.

Just sort of hit her in some
personal way when she saw the play.

I would say that people
sometimes...

remark that she resembled
Anne Frank.

They were the same age.

So,

the tattoo on her arm...

Charlotte?

What the hell are you doing?

And all of this happened
after a night in the theater?

No. It all started
after we had the baby.

She couldn't sleep
because of the crying.

She said it made her
feel powerless.

She began to turn a deaf ear,

and then she began
leaving the house...

and going to a library
to read about Auschwitz.

It was almost like
she wanted to relive it,

that she somehow could...
change the outcome.

She'd go on about these babies...

who were gassed and tortured,

and I'd ask her,

"What about your own baby,
Charlotte?"

He doesn't want me. He wants you.
He wants his mother.

I keep telling you, I can't help it!

He's not the one who needs me.

She'd come home with bags full of
old newspapers and art supplies.

She'd disappear into the den
to work on her project.

- Sieg!
- Heil!

Sieg!

Sounds to me like a classic
case of postpartum psychosis.

How long have you been
standing there, Dr. Buttinski?

Long enough to make
a pretty good diagnosis.

The obsession, the manic behavior,
the disconnection from her baby.

My wife isn't a psychotic.

She's a very emotional person.

- Sh-She needs to come home.
- I think that's dangerous.

Did you hear what he said?

The man wants his wife at home.

They made me change my clothes,
Sister Jude.

Why do I have to wear this uncomfortable dress?
I don't care for it anymore.

It'll help make
the transition easier.

You're letting me go?

Charlotte?

My God, Charlotte.

I've been looking for you.
My name is Anne.

Charlotte,
it's time to come home.

Stay away from me.

My name is Anne Frank.

I'm a death camp survivor.

You're my wife and the
mother of our baby.

Now please stop this
and come home with me.

No! You don't know me.

Sister Jude,
you have to help me.

I'm helping you, Charlotte.

I'm trying to reunite you
with your family.

What about Gruper?
His crimes against humanity.

No, no. Go home.
Go home.

It can't be.

David needs you.

My baby?

I need you.

Everything's
gonna be all right.

Okay? You'll see.

You're making a mistake.

Forget about it, Doctor.

None of our concern anymore.

Kit Walker is my concern.

What's this barbaric rumor
I hear about sterilization?

It's not a rumor.
You're not a doctor.

You have no right to authorize medical
procedures without their consent.

Are you afraid?

No.

I don't believe you.

Alma and I
always wanted kids.

We always talked
about having two or three.

Always tomorrow.

And now there'll be no tomorrow.

For either of us.

I'm so sorry.

I got us into this mess.

No. I don't regret
what we did.

There's no one to blame
except Sister Jude.

I think she's the devil.

- Now?
- Yes.

If you hurry, you might
be able to have supper.

Supper?

I thought you were taking me
for the operation.

No, Kit.
Sister Jude changed her mind.

She said you showed signs
of true redemption.

You're being released
from solitary.

Yay.

What about Grace?

Oh, I haven't forgotten about her.

I can't believe
you'll hear me say this,

but I actually miss
the food from the kitchen.

Oh, you won't be
eating tonight.

No food for 12 hours
before the procedure.

You said Sister Jude
changed her mind.

For Kit. Rest up, dear.

You're going under the knife
in the morning.

You'll need your strength. No.
No. You can't do that!

Let me out!

Come back! Let me out!

Let me out!

Let me out! Someone!

We're leaving right after dinner.

Meet me by the front staircase at 6:00.

Is this real?

Don't be late.

Kit, I'm sorry
to keep you waiting.

Doc, you gotta help Grace.
Jude's going to sterilize her.

- It's not right.
- Grace isn't my patient, Kit.

You are.

So why don't we
just concentrate on you,

and then I'll see
what I can do for Grace. Deal?

Have you given thought
to what we discussed last time?

You want me to say I killed Alma
and those other ladies.

Only if you believe it's true.

You need to give yourself
permission to remember.

I think one way to do that
is to hear it in your own words.

I want you to describe
what you think happened.

Then I'll play it back for you...

so you can hear it in your own voice,
with your own ears.

And if I do that,
you're going to tell the courts...

that I should... that I should stay here,
and I-I don't go to the chair?

Yes.
That is the bargain.

But I need to feel
you're sincere.

My name is Kit Walker,

and I murdered my wife.

Don't fight it.

It'll only make it worse.

Who is it?
What are you?

My name is Alma.

Can you take down a message
for Mr. Goodman?

Goodman.

Tell him it was all a mistake...

and that he should
just go back home.

I gave him
the wrong information.

No. The wrong information.

Thanks.

What information was that?

It's not important.

It sounded to me
as if there was some...

juicy little tidbit
stuck in your craw.

Oh, come on, Sister. Spit it up.
You'll feel better.

- How's your leg?
- Please.

Let's dispense
with the small talk, shall we?

You and I both know
that during my absence,

you finally got a chance
to stick your nose in my lab.

A patient made a complaint.
I was obliged to follow up.

- And?
- It wasn't all that interesting.

I see.

Do you mind?

You should probably know
that I plan on pressing charges.

To what end?

She's a confused young woman.
No. Not her.

You.

On your watch, that crazy bitch
got ahold of a loaded gun,

and you sent her home without
so much as a slap on the wrist.

Your ineptitude is staggering.

Dr. Arden,

I know, in the past,

you and I have had
our differences,

and you're certainly
entitled to a...

a sense of safety here.

I hope, perhaps,
you and I can start afresh.

Is that your idea
of an apology?

Is that what you're looking for?
An apology?

No. I'd prefer you grovel.
I think I'm entitled to it.

Perhaps if you prostrated yourself on
the floor and begged my forgiveness.

No?

Barring that,
I have no other option...

but to call the monsignor
and demand your dismissal.

You're through here, Sister,
and you know it.

Let me do that.

Sister!

I didn't hear you.
Now, now.

It's all right,
Arthur.

You've nothing
to be ashamed of.

All the nuns here have had
some training as nurses. Sit.

I've been meaning
to speak to you.

I wanted to apologize for my
behavior the night of the storm.

It was... untoward.

What do you say
we chalk it up...

to the barometric pressure...

and never speak of it again?

I know what you did, Sister.

Thank you for protecting me.

Protecting us.

Even though I don't
fully understand your work,

I feel I've been
an important part of it.

And so you have, my cherub.

You'll be free to continue that work
once Sister Jude has been turned out.

The monsignor will put you in charge,

and you'll need a strong right hand.

Someone you can trust.

I trust you...

completely.

And I'm very impressed
that you managed to get her out...

and into the woods
all on your own.

You'd be surprised.

She weighed very little.

Mikey Curtis, no monkey business!

Peggy Cartwright,
what on earth is the matter?

There's a monster!

No!

Oh! No!

Well, well, well.

Look what
the cat dragged in.

That didn't take
very long now, did it?

Stay away from me.

Not so tough
without your gun.

You didn't give it
much of a chance.

I have to go to work.
I'm afraid to leave her alone.

It's a period of adjustment. I mean, you
said yourself- a baby needs its mother.

A normal mother, yes.
Charlotte's not normal.

She's worse.

At least before,
she could tune out the crying.

Charlotte?

Do you want to hold your baby?

Yes, darling.
Why don't I do that?

Hey, stop it!

Are you insane?

I thought if I brought her home,
she spent time with us,

she'd remember who she was,
see how much we need her.

Please, Sister.

You have to take her.
I can't handle her.

Isn't there some family
that could stay with her?

She needs professional help.

The care of a good doctor-

like the doctor that came in here
and diagnosed her.

He seemed to understand what she needed.

Dr. Thredson?

You're welcome to consult with him
if that's what you want.

Frank?

Find Dr. Thredson.
Send him here.

Are you ready? What's the plan?
How do we do this?

We walk out the door.
We walk straight to my car.

Do you understand?
What do you mean?

How do we get past the guard?
Like I said, walk.

Night, Jimmy.

Dr. Thredson!

Excuse me.
Wh-What were you...

- Dr. Arden?
- That's right.

Oh, my God.

You're the...
You're the man my wife shot.

Thank you
for not pressing charges.

Sh-She doesn't know
what she's doing.

She's out of her mind.

Yes. I'm aware of that,
Mr. Brown.

But you needn't worry.

I see no reason
for punitive action.

Not when there's
a far more humane remedy at hand.

As a matter of fact,
we could do it tonight.

Then she'd be home by tomorrow,
a new woman.

Dr. Thredson!

Dr. Thredson,
Sister Jude is asking for you.

Anne Frank...
or whoever she is...

her husband
brought her back.

Don't work here anymore,
Frank.

As a matter of fact, I never did.

You can tell her I said that.

Are you sure that this is safe?

Not only safe,
but highly effective.

In my hands,
the transorbital lobotomy...

has become as routine as...

Filling a cavity.

Holy apostle, Saint Jude,

faithful servant
and friend of Jesus,

the patron of hopeless cases...

and things
almost despaired of,

pray for me,
who am so miserable.

Make use, I implore thee,
of the particular privilege...

that is afforded to thee...

to bring visible and speedy help
where help was almost despaired of.

Um, bad news.

We searched everywhere.

Lana Winters
is nowhere to be found.

I'm certain
she's off grounds, Sister.

When I was a child, I'd come home
after school to an empty house.

My father had flown the coop.

My mother worked as a maid in a hotel.

It was lonely,

so I brought in
a baby squirrel I'd found...

and kept him in a shoe box.

And then one day
when I came home,

he looked sickly.

He was dead already,
but I didn't know that.

I'd forgotten to...

feed him for a couple days.

So I took him out of the box,
and I laid him on the table,

and I prayed my heart out...

for several hours.

And when my mother came home and found
us, she screamed bloody murder,

and she picked him up
and threw him in the garbage.

She worked hard, my mother.

She was exhausted, and she couldn't
have known how cruel that was.

But I cried and cried,

saying,

"God didn't answer my prayers."

I remember...

my mother was pouring herself
a whiskey...

the Martin family cure
for everything.

She looked at me
and laughed.

"God always answers
our prayers, Judy.

It's just rarely...

the answer we're looking for."

It's over for me, Frank.

My goose is cooked.

I certainly hope
you're not blaming yourself.

Men are never gonna accept
a woman taking charge,

especially not a woman
as strong as you are.

In my opinion,
you never really had a chance.

What's your poison,
sweetheart?

Make yourself at home.

Dr. Thredson?

Oliver.

I really appreciate
everything you've done, but...

I think I want
to go to my house.

Lana, once
they discover you missing,

the first place
they'll look is there.

You're much safer here,
at least for the night.

First thing in the morning,
we go to the police.

I already have an appointment set up with
Detective Spears. I trust him implicitly.

We present the evidence.
Together we shut down Briarcliff.

Relax.
That place is behind you.

Please, come in.

Have a seat.

You've had
an incredibly stressful day.

I'm going to prescribe a little something
to take the edge off.

I-I don't want any medicine.

A big, delicious
glass of wine.

Well, that doesn't sound half bad.

- White or red?
- Red.

No calls.

I was trying to get ahold
of my friend Lois.

She might have heard
something about Wendy.

Lana, you have to realize
that I am at risk as well here.

I broke you out
of a mental institution.

I can't afford to let
anyone know where you are.

Not until
we go public tomorrow.

You're gonna write about this,

and you're gonna win a Pulitzer Prize.

I just know it, Lana.

You are the person
to tell my story.

Your story?

Here's to taking down
Briarcliff.

Hear, hear.

Mint?

Boy.

That wine, um, went straight to my head.

Would you mind if I used your restroom?

Sure.

It's right down the hall.

Thank you.

I think I made a wrong turn.

I see you found
my little... hobby.

You make furniture?

Lamps mainly.

- I make the shades myself.
- Really?

What kind of material do you use?

Skin.

Grace?
When'd you get...

Oh, God.

Hey, we need a doctor!

Those bastards.
I can't believe they actually did it.

Dr. Thredson, he promised me
this wasn't going to happen.

Kit Walker, you're under arrest for the murder
of Donna Burton, Allison Riedel and Alma Walker.

- Wait.
- Where's Thredson?

You guys need to talk to Dr. Thredson.
No, we don't.

- It's a mistake.
- We have his evaluation and your taped confession.

- Come on, kid. Let's go.
- No. He didn't do it.

- She's still alive.
- What?

Everything you said is true.

For Christ's sake,
let me talk to her!

I saw her!

- Alma's alive.
- Stop!

I saw her!

Hello?

Hello!

Wendy.

Oh, my God.

Wendy.

Wendy!

She's been on ice for a while.

I was hoping she'd be a little more
pliable by the time you came to.

What's happening?

What did you do to her?

Kept her fresh.

Normally, by now I would've...

removed the skin.

And head.

But we need to keep her around
a little longer for our purposes.

We're going to continue
our therapy now, Lana.

You can begin...

by kissing her cold lips.

Don't worry.

She won't bite.

I took her teeth.

What are you kids up to?

We're just cleaning
up down here.

I smelled something yummy
in the kitchen.

Pot roast...

with carrots, potatoes and onions.

Well, I'm gonna
make a martini.

Don't be silly.
I can make that for you.

I can clean up down here tomorrow.

- I can take this.
- That would be swell.

You seem happy,
sweetheart.

Are you as happy
as you look?