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Tales from Briarcliff
by Lana Winters,

read by the author.

Chapter six...

"The Gathering Storm."

Behind the stone walls of Briarcliff,
time had no meaning.

The days themselves seemed to exist
in a kind of perpetual twilight.

Life there was just a series of
numbing cruelties and humiliations,

all masquerading
as something else.

You weren't conceived
in love, but in hate.

I couldn't wait to give you up.

You're an abomination.

You should
never have been born.

You should never have been born.

I was in the third week
of my confinement,

and a storm was coming:

The nor'easter of '64...

that brought
so much devastation with it,

and for me something else,

something far more savage
even than nature.

Oliver Thredson was,
to all appearances,

a kindly figure,

fatherly in his manner.

This face he showed the world,

this face of sanity
and benevolence,

that was his real mask.

Underneath lurked
the real Oliver Thredson,

an unspeakable monster.

I loved you even when you were
still in your mother's womb.

I would have given anything
to be a real father to you,

but she kept us apart.

I had so much love
to give you, Son.

She stole it from you.

From both of us.

Oh, my God.

Wow.

"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!

What is that?

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

I can't see.

Hey, take it easy.
Take it easy.

What? You scared, pussy?

At Briarcliff,
in a sea teeming...

- Oh, my God!
- What's wrong? What?

You're such a prick.
You are such a prick.

Speaking of which... No. I
want to know what's in there.

Do it again
and I'll blow you.

Give me your phone.

And who did
this drawing of you?

Bono.

He was a bit tipsy on the airplane
coming back from Somalia...

and drew it
on a cocktail napkin.

He's quite good,
isn't he?

Be sure and get
an insert of that, Pete.

You got it.

So with six best sellers,

a reputation as the only one
the men will open up to...

world leaders, stars,
disgraced politicians...

who's the one that got away?

Is there anyone you lusted after
that you missed?

That's easy.
Mao and Rielle Hunter.

And she's still lusting
after Julian Assange.

Look, I know I said
no on-camera appearances for you,

but I love this whole bringing
in the chardonnay thing...

super casual, loving.

What about just that?

- I'm April, by the way.
- Marian.

What a pleasure. I saw
your Norma at the Met.

Transcendent.

She's doing it in Bologna
in the summer.

Thank you.

I've got rehearsal.
I've got to take off.

I'll be back by 5:00.

We have that Sondheim
dinner/birthday thing tonight. Mmm.

Am I not
the luckiest woman alive?

A little higher, babe.

Attaboy.

Mm-mmm. Higher still.

Oh, what are they teaching
these kids in film school?

God knows it's not how to
make us old gals look more gorgeous.

Nothing old
about you, Lana.

Well, thanks to a very talented
surgeon in Paris...

and a great dermatologist.

So, what are we
covering today?

Well, since
it's a Kennedy Center honor,

I'd say
it's a pretty big canvas.

Jesus, darling, I hope this isn't
going to feel like a eulogy.

I will certainly ask you...

about your notorious nailed-to-the-cross
prison interview with Madoff.

But before all that,

I'd like to go back and start
with the early years.

The awful Bloody Face saga.

I said I wouldn't talk about that.

People want
to hear about it.

It's what made you famous.

My point exactly.

He's become
a goddamn household name,

like some kind of Heath Ledger,
Hollywood movie star villain.

He was an evil monster
who used murder and torture...

to keep himself
from feeling like a eunuch.

End of story.

I refuse to give him
one more second of airtime.

So then let's start
with the event...

that made your reputation as a crusader
for change, the Briarcliff exposé.

We good to go, everyone? Honey,
hand me that mirror, will you?

I like to do
my own eyebrows.

How do I look?

Like a million bucks.

But they're still not gonna let us
in that front door with a camera.

Oh, I know how to get in.

Jesus, how did you
find this place?

Listen, when we get inside,
no matter what happens...

or what anybody says,
you keep shooting.

We need to document
the conditions,

the filth these people
are forced to live in.

I want the footage to shock the
public out of their complacency.

You understand?
I want moral outrage.

I want to put America
in the asylum.

The fact that you
would voluntarily...

go back into the place
where you almost died,

that's why you're held
in such high esteem...

by all of America
and your peers.

Did you always have
this need for justice?

That's the myth.

Lana Winters, crusader.

It was a story
that I helped to perpetuate,

but, uh, it's time I come clean.

It wasn't justice
that got me back to Briarcliff.

It was ambition.

I knew my future
wasn't in print.

You had an abrupt career change.

I knew television
was the future.

So I got started
in local news,

and then an NBC affiliate,

before I landed my own series
of investigative reports.

America Unmasked.

With TV, words,
they're less important.

You need something
people can see...

visual stimulation...

and believe me, there is nothing
more stimulating than crazy people.

But you need more than that.

You need an angle, a hook.

And boy, did I have a doozy.

I heard from very reliable sources
that Sister Jude,

the nun that imprisoned me
at Briarcliff, was still alive.

In fact, she had become
a patient there herself.

I was going to go
into that snake pit...

and rescue her from the very
place she had me committed.

Milo, I told you
to keep rolling.

Get the camera up
and point it at me.

At Briarcliff Manor,

it's not uncommon to see
patients left on their own...

without supervision,
without stimulation,

for hours on end.

The squalor, the filth,
the decay of this institution...

is a shocking indictment of the
abandonment of her most needy...

by the State of Massachusetts.

The Church sold Briarcliff Manor...

to the State of Massachusetts
in the fall of 1965.

Since then,
conditions have deteriorated.

The images and sounds
are far more...

Ready? Do you need a slate?

Yeah, are you sleeping?
Come on.

Three, two, one.

The church sold Briarcliff Manor...

to the State of Massachusetts...

in the fall of 1965.

Since then, conditions
have deteriorated.

These images and sounds
are far more powerful...

than any words
that can be spoken.

But how can I describe to you
the way it smells?

It reeks of filth,
of disease.

It smells of death.

Who are you?

Do you... You have permission
to do this?

You are the first attendant we've
seen the entire time we've been here.

Is it the policy to leave patients
unclothed and unclean,

some of them smeared
in their own feces?

Uh... I'm sorry. There's...

Just too many for us
to take care of.

Right now I'm interested in one.

I demand to see Judy Martin.

Give me some light.

Sister Jude?

Judy Martin?

Do you remember me?

You were committed to Briarcliff
to cover up the abuses...

the Church and science had
perpetrated against patients here.

You were left to die...

alone, abandoned.

I've come back to help you.

I'm going to get you
out of here, Sister Jude.

It's okay.

Lana... Banana.

Such a powerful scene
you describe.

I'm embarrassed to say
I don't remember it.

That's because it never happened.

By the time I got to Briarcliff,
Jude was gone.

I should've
gone back sooner.

But you did shut down
Briarcliff.

Yes, but it's not
the ending I wanted.

It was one hell of an ending.

Just not the one I wanted.

And there's your promo.

Let's take a break.
I need to freshen up.

Ms. Winters needs a break.
Five and we're back.

Would you like something to drink?
I'd love a sparkling water.

Would you get Ms. Winters
a sparkling water, please?

Thanks. You're a doll.

My pleasure, Ms. Winters.

Kit.
Holy shit.

I was just watching the news.

You did it. You really did it.
You shut down Briarcliff.

Yeah.

What the hell is this?

I wanted them
to capture our reunion.

And I have a few questions
I'd like to ask you.

Questions? Yes. Like who's Betty Drake?
And is she here?

I'll talk to you, Lana, b-but I'm
not gonna talk to your camera.

Where'd you find this? When I
was still trying to find Jude.

But of course Jude
hadn't existed for years.

The monsignor saw to that.

Got it. Thank you.

I had no idea who I was
even looking for anymore.

And then I found this.

Betty Drake, released to the care
of Kit Walker, March 27, 1970.

That was just a few months after you
came to see me at the book signing.

It's Jude, isn't it?

Why do you care now, Lana?

Hmm?
We all just part of your story?

It's not just my story, Kit.
It's yours too. And hers.

You went back for her.

Why?

'Cause it was
something I could do.

I couldn't shut the place down. I couldn't
lead them all out of there like Moses.

But, Jude,
whatever she was,

she didn't belong there
any more than we did.

I couldn't just
leave her there.

After Alma died, I...
started visiting her there...

at least once a week,

sometimes twice.

There was still life there. There was
still someone buried deep inside.

But I knew that life wouldn't last
long if nobody got her out of there.

They didn't ask
a lot of questions.

Think they were just happy
to have one less patient to care for.

You brought her into your home.

Why'd you do that?

After all the indignities
she made you suffer?

I didn't do it for her.

I didn't even really do it for me.

I did it for the kids.

I needed to be there for them,

and the only way I could leave
Briarcliff behind once and for all...

was to find some way to forgive.

Someone to forgive.

Is she dead?

Go on.

The first thing we had to do...

was see her through detox.

Carrot juice from our garden.

How do I look?

For a while,

things seemed to be going along
pretty well, considering.

I made a decision to just...
stay the course.

They loved her.

No matter how much
she barked at them,

they always understood
something about her.

So she eventually
came around.

Well, it got worse
before it got better.

I told you, you're stuck in the corner!

Did you think
I wouldn't notice?

Come back here, you little shit!
Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey!
I'll cane you!

Hey!
This is not Briarcliff!

And you will not
hit my kids!

Wait a minute.
What's going on here?

No, we do not have
a children's ward!

I told your mother that.
I was very clear.

I was very clear!
Jude!

You will address me
as Sister Jude.

You don't fool me, Kit Walker.
I know who you are.

I know what you did.
Killer of women.

No, you get away!
Get away from me!

I won't go back in that hole!

I will not!
You can't make me!

Thomas!
Get your sister and go outside.

I will not!

- No, you can't make me!
- It's okay, Dad.

Oh, no.

I still don't know
what happened in those woods.

When they came back,

something was different.

Grace was right.

Those children are special.

Okay, I'm gonna
teach you a new step.

Okay.
Ready?

Toe, heel, step back.

Toe, heel, step back.

Okay, now. We'll start again.
Watch me.

You're left, I'm right.

Because women are always right.

All right?
Okay.

Five, six, seven, eight.

Whoo!

Don't say
I never taught you nothin'.

Daddy, dance with me.

Come over here!

Thomas! Come here.

Left foot.

For six months, she taught
them how to swing dance...

and swear like a sailor.

Made Thomas learn to sew,

took away Julia's dolls and gave
her trucks so she'd grow up tough.

I don't know
if those last six months...

made up for
a lifetime of horrors,

but she sure seemed happy.

Hey.

Come here.

Come here, you two.

Come here.

I got a few more things
to tell you. Okay?

Julia,

don't you ever,

ever let a man
tell you who you are...

or make you feel...

like you are less
than he is.

It's 1971,

and you can do
anything you want.

Okay? You understand?

Thomas,

don't pick your nose,

and never take a job
just for the money.

Find something...

that you love.

Do something important.

Okay, boy-o?

Oh.

I don't need that.

It's mushroom-barley.
Gotta eat something.

No, I don't.

Kids, why don't you go pile up
the leaves in the yard?

I'm staying with Nana.

No, you guys,
you should go outside and play.

Go on.

Kit Walker,

you're a lucky man.

You better not screw them up.

I'm here.

I'm not gonna leave you alone.

I'm not... I'm not alone.

She's here for me.

I don't know
who she was talking about.

I do.

Jude,

we've been doing this dance
for so many years.

Are you sure
you're ready this time?

I'm sure.

I'm ready now.

Kiss me.

Thank you.

I have a feeling
we're about to enter...

the hard-hitting part
of the interview.

It was the pen,
wasn't it?

No need to take notes
on powder-puff questions.

You got me.
But I'm gonna ask anyway.

If shutting down Briarcliff
was such an undeniable success,

your next exposé was,
to put it mildly, controversial.

I think half of New York
wanted to lynch me,

and the other half would have
had me banned from the state.

Can we talk about what happened
with Cardinal Howard?

At the time,
he was a powerhouse,

a rising star in the church.

The man had avoided me
for weeks.

I went through
all the official channels,

but he ignored every request
I made for an interview.

So, finally, I cornered him
on his way to Easter Mass.

- Cardinal Howard.
- I have nothing to say to you, Miss Winters.

With or without your comments, I'm airing a
report tomorrow night on Dr. Arthur Arden,

the man you hired
to run the medical unit at Briarcliff.

We finally gained access
to his files.

Did you know he was conducting
human experiments?

We found some
very disturbing evidence.

Cardinal... Would you
mind switching that off.

A number of patients
disappeared under his care.

- Do you have any idea what happened to them?
- That was over seven years ago.

You can't expect me to remember anything
about patients I wasn't responsible for.

I'm afraid
you are responsible.

Everything that happened at Briarcliff
happened under your authority.

And there is no statute of limitations
on murder, Cardinal Howard.

The police have found remains,

human bones in the woods
outside Briarcliff.

- They're going to start
asking hard questions.

And since the notorious
Dr. Arden has disappeared...

They're going to be looking
to you for answers.

Get out of the way.
What are you running from?

Out of the way! What
are you running from?

Happy Easter.
Answer the question.

To this day, people still blame you
for what happened to him.

I've got broad shoulders,
but I can't take credit...

for what his guilty conscience
made him do.

That man was
a particular kind of liar,

the kind who lies to himself
about being a liar,

who is so corrupt and deluded
he believed his own lies.

Lies are like scars
on your soul.

They destroy you.

I have a feeling we're not just talking
about Cardinal Howard anymore.

Is there something
you'd like to share with us?

I'm going to come clean about a lie
I've told for over 40 years.

In my book Maniac,

I write about the abuse,

the rape, the pregnancy.

I say that the baby died
in childbirth.

I even wrote about a kind of poetic
justice that the child hadn't lived.

That child is alive.

I didn't raise him,
but someone did.

Don't ask me
to do that again.

He'll need to learn
how to live without me.

I just prayed really hard...

that somebody else could give him
the kind of mothering he'd need.

I couldn't muster it.

I tried, but I couldn't.

That's quite a secret, Lana.

The only person
I've told is Marian.

Do you mind if I ask, has
there been any contact since?

There was a period in the mid-'70s...

where I suffered a terrible remorse
about giving him up.

No! No running.

I used all my skills
as a sleuth,

which are myriad as we know,
to track him down.

I just needed to see him.
I didn't have a plan.

What you got in here?
You like dinosaurs?

You want to suck
a brontosaurus dick?

Shut up, asshole!

Who are you calling asshole,
faggot?

Hey, you.
You little shit.

You back off before I hurt you
in ways you haven't even dreamt of.

You all right?
Yeah, I'm fine.

You know he's the asshole, right?
Yeah, I know.

You should report him.

That was the last time
I saw him.

I wasn't his mother.

Not in any meaningful way.

I would only
confuse him.

But I thought
about him so often,

wondering
where he was,

how he turned out.

Did you ever think about
having children after that?

It was a different time
for gay women.

Most of us were resigned
to not having children.

But I was close
to my friends' children.

In fact, Kit... Kit Walker-

he asked me to be
godmother to his kids.

He met a great girl named Allison
down at the co-op.

I don't know who loved her more...
Kit or those kids.

Kit always believed the kids
were destined for great things.

They grew up with that message,
and they lived up to it.

Thomas is a law professor
at Harvard,

and Julia is a leading
neurosurgeon at Johns Hopkins.

Kit would be so proud of them.

Is he no longer with us?

When he was around 40,
he developed pancreatic cancer.

By the time they found it,
the tumor had metastasized to the liver.

They gave him chemo, but...

it was just a waiting game.

The kids both offered to look after him,
but he wouldn't hear of it.

In those last months, he seemed more
peaceful than I'd ever seen him.

And then
the strangest thing happened.

He disappeared.

I don't understand.
No one did.

And no one could explain
exactly what happened.

No note, no tracks, no clues.

And no funeral.

Kit's children insisted
there was no reason to mourn.

Ms. Winters, I can't tell you what
an honor this has been for me.

Oh, try not to, darling.
I just hope you got what you need.

Are you kidding? I thought we'd
just be doing your greatest hits.

But all the personal stuff-

fantastic, unexpected
and very moving.

We'll see you at the Kennedy Center.
Mm-hmm.

Can I pour you a drink?

Why don't you come out now?

You don't need to hide.

Not anymore.

Let's get this over with, shall we?

So I guess you've had
a pretty great life, huh?

It's been eventful.

It's about to end.

- You get that, right?
- I knew it the moment I saw you.

Mind if I ask you
something?

No. I don't mind.

How did you manage
to get yourself on the crew?

That shit was easy.

I've been waiting
outside the building.

Got friendly with the doorman.

He told me about the interview.

When the first guy
showed up at dawn...

the guy with the doughnuts...

I cut his throat.

He's in the trash bin.

This isn't how I pictured it.
Really?

Because this is exactly
how I pictured it.

I always knew
this day would come.

I didn't think you'd recognize me.

How did you?

Oh, Johnny.

How could I not recognize
my own baby boy?

I've never seen him before
in my life.

His name's Johnny Morgan.

Forty-eight years old.
Unmarried.

In and out
of jail since his teens.

Nothing major till now.

We think he's responsible
for the deaths of at least five people,

including the elderly couple...

who lived in the house formerly
owned by Oliver Thredson.

The place you were held at and
tortured in '64, Ms. Winters.

Are you sure
you don't recognize him?

No.

You look like him,
you know?

Your father.

It's easy for me to forget
just how handsome he was.

Until you shot him in the head.

Yes, I shot him
in the head.

How did you find out?

- That you murdered my father?
- About who you were.

Who told you?

You did.

That day on the playground,

I felt something.

Then I saw you on the TV.

"That's my mother,"
I'd tell people.

They'd just laugh at me,
but I knew.

And I dreamed one day
that you'd come back.

Then I heard the tape, and, uh,

I knew you never would.

What tape?

I found it on eBay.

This monster you planted inside me,

I'm getting rid of it,
and since I'm stuck here,

I'm gonna have to get creative
with this coat hanger.

N-No. Lana, no, please!

This is a mercy killing, Oliver.

No baby should have to grow up
knowing Daddy is Bloody Face.

My father loved me.

I could hear it in his voice.

That's when
I started loving him...

and hating you.

- He never loved you, Johnny.
- And you did?

No, I didn't love you.

I couldn't.

That's why I gave you up...
so you'd have some shot at a life.

So you'd have a chance
at a life, you mean!

Right? This fancy life!

Without me!

So what's it gonna be,
Johnny?

I don't imagine, at my age,
you'd be much interested in this skin.

I've thought about this.

I've thought about this a lot.

A gun.
I wasn't expecting that.

Your father once told me
he didn't believe in guns.

Of course, he was lying
about that too.

You don't get to talk about him.

What are you so afraid of, Johnny?

The truth about him,
or the truth about you?

I just want him to be proud of me.

But...

I...

I can't measure up.

Oh, Johnny. Johnny.

He was a monster.
No.

Yes, he was.
No, he wasn't.

Yes, he was, baby.

But that's not you.

You could never be like him.

Not that...

sweet little boy...

I met on the playground.

Even then, I knew you were
a better man than he was.

No.

It's not just him
that's in you.

I'm a part of you too.

I've hurt people.

Mom.

It's not your fault, baby.

It's mine.

She's talking about the maniac,
Bloody Face.

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

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

You want a story?
Write this down.

A girl like you,
you like to dream large.

I'd venture
you already have Briarcliff...

in your rearview mirror.

You make ambition
sound like a sin.

No. I'm saying
it's dangerous.

What about you?

Saving the souls
of madmen and killers...

is a pretty lofty ambition,
wouldn't you say?

And you cannot imagine
what it took to get here.

I'd love to hear
your story someday.

No.

I don't think you and I
are destined to meet again.

But I do hope you know
what you're in for.

The loneliness, the heartbreak,

the sacrifice you'll face as a woman
with a dream, on her own.

You don't have any idea
what I'm capable of.

Well, then...

Look at you,
Miss Lana Banana.

Just remember...

If you look in the face of evil,

evil's going to look right back at you.