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Good day, Miss Osgood.

I hope I'm not disturbing you.

Not at all.

I trust Darvis has offered you some refreshments?

I'd just as soon get down to business, if that's all right with you.

Naturally.

Where'd you find him?

A mental hospital in Northern California.

No, he's not a patient.

He's running the place.

He goes by the name of Dr. Richard Hanover now.

He must have falsified his credentials with the American Hospital Association,

because he's taken over stewardship of Lucia State Hospital.

He's managed to dazzle Governor Wilburn into making his facility

the flagship in his war on mental illness.

Yeah, well, he dazzled us, too.

Insipid nonsense, and I fell for it.

I can't believe I allowed him to do what he did.

I'll never forgive myself for that.

There is the matter of payment.

Normally I'd charge for expenses,

but the $10,000 we agreed on is more than generous.

How's 250,000 clams?

Dr. Manuel Bañaga is a monster.

He's brilliant, charismatic, but he's insane, and he doesn't know it.

That really makes him the most dangerous kind of person there is, don't you think?

I can't rest until I know he's dead.

Well, I gotta say, for a quarter million dollars,

I'm confident I can make that happen.

Hm.

I want you to decapitate him.

Once his head is removed, I want you to bring it to me.

Of course, there'll be logistics involved,

and discretion is extremely paramount.

But of course you know that.

I want to give his head to my son as a gift for his 21st birthday.

My hope is that we'll put all of this behind us once and for all.

Do we have a deal?

We do, Miss Osgood.

I'd say we do.

Mother, is that you?

Of course, darling. It's dinner time.

And what do we have tonight?

Oysters Rockefeller.

And…

Boeuf bourguignon…

…and…

Ooh.

Sweetbreads.

I want dessert first.

Now, we have talked about this.

What is for dessert, Mother?

Boston cream pie.

Hm.

Mm.

- Nummy-num? - Mm-hm.

Mm.

Nothing but the best for this boy.

It's open.

You wanted to see me, Doctor?

Yes.

What is that smell?

Your olfactory capacity is positively godlike.

They are lilies of the valley, Doctor.

Why did you do that?

Well, your office smells a little damp this time of year,

so I thought, "What better than lilies of the valley

to announce that spring has finally sprung?"

I hate that smell.

Reminds me of a whorehouse in Manila.

I'm going to get a cluster headache.

I'll remove them at once.

Nurse, wait.

I called you here because of two of our lobotomy patients,

- Mrs. Cartwright and Miss Blix. - Right.

Nurse Ratched informed me that she came upon the two of them

engaging in an act of lesbian fornication.

Excuse me, Nurse Ratched came to you directly?

I am head nurse.

That is a brazen breach of protocol.

- I'll have her reprimanded... - No, stop.

The sodomy is alarming for two reasons. One…

The lobotomy has clearly failed to cure the primary complaint of one patient,

and seeing as how I am not aware

of Miss Blix displaying lesbian proclivities before,

the procedure may have actually triggered deviant sexual behavior in the other.

I'm not sure I see your point.

Because I've not arrived at it yet, Nurse Bucket.

I've installed a new contraption

in the shower room, in the basement below H Ward.

It came all the way from Switzerland,

where they had tremendous results with this sort of hot and cold treatment.

I've written up a set of protocols

I'd like you to administer to both patients.

Oh, so…

So I'm to take the lead, so to speak.

Well, as you just elected to remind me, you are head nurse, are you not?

Or has your status changed in the course of this conversation?

No. Yes. I mean…

Yes, I am.

Um…

I am very eager

to deliver you the results you seek, Doctor.

I will soak the sodomy right out of them.

What are you doing?

Reading.

Reading what?

Leaves of Grass.

Sexually explicit material is hardly appropriate

for someone with your specific malady, Mrs. Cartwright.

This book is not allowed.

Homosexual is what Walt Whitman was.

Let's get our minds out of the gutter.

Come with me, please.

It's time for your treatment.

Why are we bringing her down here?

I don't know.

Might have something to do with the new equipment

they just finished putting in.

New equipment?

How am I supposed to administer treatment when I don't even know what it is?

You're not. Bucket is.

Hanover asked her. We're just supposed to assist

and make sure the patient doesn't become unruly.

Hello, Mrs. Cartwright.

Nurse Ratched and Huck are gonna help you into this nice, warm bath.

What are we doing?

We're following instructions, is what we're doing.

Instructions for a treatment mandated by Dr. Hanover,

and that will be the last question I answer from you,

Nurse Ratched.

Bring her here.

That looks very hot.

It's a balmy 99 degrees.

No hotter than baths every one of us has taken.

Hm. It's actually quite nice.

Now secure the lids.

And relax, Mrs. Cartwright.

We'll now engage the pumps to bring the temperature up to 119 degrees.

- Stop it! It's hot, please! - Huck. Huck, get her out!

Get away from her! This is the treatment.

Mrs. Cartwright,

the lesbianism that has so plagued your life…

…is a nervous impulse that you evidently can't control.

Please, I'll never do it again.

See? It's already working.

This is what is called hydrotherapy, Mrs. Cartwright.

It will soothe your nervous impulses.

- It's too hot. It's too... - No, no.

It's exactly the right temperature.

Oh, sorry, 117. It actually is too hot.

How long does she have to stay in there?

Do you value your employment here, Mr. Finnegan?

Because I will have you fired, and with a face like that,

you wouldn't get a job down at the five-and-dime.

You'd scare all the women and children away,

even if you are a war vet.

- Just 20 more minutes. - Twenty minutes?!

We will not stand here while you boil this woman.

Fine, then you can wait outside!

But this treatment will be administered in the manner Dr. Hanover has prescribed!

That's right, just relax.

All right, the patient can be removed from the hydro.

Jesus Christ, it's boiling.

Let's get her cooled off.

That's what the cold water bath is for, Nurse Ratched.

You gotta be kidding me.

Put the patient in the cold water bath

for five minutes as prescribed.

It's okay. Shh.

It's okay. Mrs. Cartwright, look at me.

Five minutes.

Five minutes, and then this will all be over.

You're okay.

You're okay.

Shh.

You're okay.

You're okay, Mrs. Cartwright.

Get some sleep.

And we will wake you before dinner.

Huck.

Huck!

No patient… is ever gonna go through with that treatment again.

Do you understand me?

I don't care if it costs me my job.

Do you really mean that?

Because cruel as it is, what Nurse Bucket said is true.

Where else are you going to find a job, Huck?

People like us…

Places like this…

Are maybe where we belong.

I'm not gonna watch folks gettin' tortured.

What time is it?

- 7:30. - What?!

Why didn't my alarm go off?

I turned it off.

Why?

You needed the rest.

Look at you, awake for ten seconds, and already frazzled.

I'm frazzled because I have an 8:15 appointment with the governor,

and I'm going to be late!

No, you're going to be right on time.

Breakfast is on the table. Your lunch pail is packed. Hm.

Breathe.

Thank you.

Hm.

What?

You went to sleep without washing your face again.

That foundation is making your pores look enormous.

Go with the mineral powder today.

I think it's gonna rain.

The press event up at the hospital was a masterstroke.

If you do say so yourself.

Yes. Well, Governor, you... You handled the whole thing perfectly.

The coverage has been glowing.

I think it's... it's struck exactly the right tone for the reelection.

Forward-thinking, humane,

- fiscally... - This is a good photo here.

What was that nurse's name? Ricketts?

Ratched.

Ratched, yes.

She's got a caboose on her, huh?

- I see. - Oh, geez.

So I think that the... the danger here is in our growing overconfidence.

We haven't seen a poll in several weeks, and we're not likely to...

What about that murderer? The guy that killed all those priests?

Edmund Tolleson?

- Mm. - What about him?

I gotta lean on Dr. Hanover.

Tolleson's gotta be frying in the electric chair by the convention.

Dr. Hanover's got to declare him fit for trial.

Well, that will be up to Dr. Hanover.

No, it's up to me.

You tell Hanover that he'll get his money,

and he can be kind and gentle to the rest of those nutcases up there,

but I will be signing Edmund Tolleson's death warrant.

I don't want to be seen as being soft on crime, especially a crime like that.

Killing four Catholic priests.

Governor, in some cases,

the way to show strength is actually to show mercy.

Have I been understood? Hm?

Yes, Governor.

Understood.

I'm here to deliver Edmund Tolleson his meal.

Dr. Hanover usually does that.

Dr. Hanover is busy, and Nurse Bucket asked me to do it.

I don't think that's a good idea.

Tolleson's a mass murderer.

If you get too close, he'll strangle you.

Exciting.

Sounds like a fun Saturday night.

You're free to call up to Nurse Bucket.

I'm sure she'd love to hear your input.

In the meantime, I'm going to follow the instructions I've been given,

and if you have any more ideas, why don't you scribble them down?

Maybe you'll write the next great American novel.

I see you've started wearing heels, Dr. Hanover.

I have your meal, Mr. Tolleson.

I appreciate that very much, ma'am.

Please thank him for me.

Who?

Dr. Hanover. This is very… humane of him.

I haven't had the pleasure of a beautiful woman's company

in a very long time.

I'm flattered.

You have quite the striking physique yourself, Mr. Tolleson.

Eddie.

Eddie.

I have your Salisbury steak.

And your vitamins.

Let me know if there is anything I can do.

Do you mean that?

I'm sorry?

I just mean, uh…

If you really do wanna help me, there is something you can do, actually.

Although if you're just being polite, I understand.

I know you have others to attend to.

It's the vitamins.

See, I... I... I don't know which one, but I…

I've noticed a fairly prominent…

Side effect.

Forgive me, I…

I don't know the medical term, but…

I've had an erection for the past three days.

It's the…

It's the niacin, it can have that effect.

Uh-huh.

Well, see, the thing of it is, I…

Uh… I can't get it to go away.

Push-ups just make it…

Throb.

And…

Well, like, I can't relieve myself,

for religious reasons…

If you take my meaning.

I understand.

I want you to cum for me.

Oh.

You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

Dolly.

Dolly.

Keep taking those vitamins, Eddie.

Yes, ma'am.

Pervert.

Hey.

We have a problem.

You harbor some sympathy for Edmund Tolleson, isn't that right?

You believe he's insane, should be spared the death penalty?

I don't know what you're getting at.

Hanover sent Dolly to deliver him his lunch this afternoon,

and the guard on duty told me he saw them…

- I... I don't know how to put this. - What?

I guess he saw… her…

- Huck... - She was…

Masturbating him.

I will handle it.

- Fill 'er up? - Yes, please.

Jesus Christ!

Whoa!

Motherfuck!

Uh, someone left you a note.

Thank you.

Up to a little hanky-panky, are we?

You run a roadside motel, madam.

You traffic in hanky-panky.

I run an honest business.

Well, then I suppose you shouldn't stick your nose where it doesn't belong.

You can keep it.

I don't even know what it means.

Must be some sort of mistake.

It's open.

Lock the door, please.

I didn't expect to see you again.

Yeah, well, I guess I was caught a little off guard by your, uh…

What is it, pretending to be other people?

They're scenarios.

For fun.

When I thought about it, I guess it kinda was fun.

Why don't you take off your shirt and tie?

So, who am I this evening?

You…

Are a handsome young Marine.

Just stormed the beaches of Ormoc Bay in the Philippines.

You were thinking about your sweetheart back home in Kansas.

So, maybe that's why, when your unit entered an airfield,

you don't notice the machine gun nest right in front of you.

Cut it off, we are losing him!

The leg.

Saw it off!

No, no, no!

Forty-caliber rounds tear through your right leg

just below the knee.

You don't feel anything at first…

But as you fall to the ground…

The pain washes over you, and it's excruciating.

It's excruciating.

Oh. Oh, God, it hurts.

What, is it a little bigger than you're used to?

They take you to a field hospital…

- …fetch the best nurse they can find… - No!

She tells you, "It's okay, son, your endorphins will kick in soon,

and you won't feel anything."

And you look up at her, amazed at her steadfastness,

her bravery, and you realize you have to have her.

Right then and there.

Then what happens?

So then…

You make sex with her like a stallion.

Excuse me?

You have intercourse with her the way a horse would.

You mean I fuck you from behind?

Yes, that's what I just said.

That's right.

Your hands are not soft and comforting.

They are coarse.

You are rough.

You fill her up with your manhood. You…

Whoo!

Thank you.

That was nice.

Let me pour you a drink.

I'll have one in my room, thanks.

Should we make this a regular thing?

Well, it sure took the edge off of my day, I'll tell you that much.

Rough day at the office?

Ah, just a lot of cat and mouse,

chasing a dirty Pinoy all over creation.

Thanks again.

My name is Mildred, by the way.

So, next Wednesday, then?

I don't know. Uh…

I gotta say, Mildred…

You were the worst lay of my whole life.

And this?

This is too fucking weird.

I looked in your lunch pail. You didn't touch your aspic.

Oh.

Sorry.

I've... I've been a little preoccupied lately.

Fatigue, I think.

Well, I have just the thing.

Gerald and his wife have invited us to join them

for a lovely weekend of wine tasting up in Napa.

Hm?

- When? - Saturday.

I would have asked you first, but Gerald is chief counselor.

He's the reason I made partner,

and I feared if I didn't accept right away it would be rude.

Gerald says it's just a wonderful year for cabernet.

I can't do this.

Can't do what?

I can't live like this anymore.

With you.

I can't stay in this marriage.

I know it was my idea.

And for the last three years,

this arrangement has been very helpful for both of us.

Yes, it certainly has!

I made partner!

You work for the governor of the state of California!

Please lower your voice.

Oh, I've given you a long leash, my dear.

Once a month, you get to drive on up to Frisco,

and spend the weekend in your dive bars, and I never ask questions.

And I didn't ask any questions

when I walked in on you being pounded by Bob the butcher.

No you didn't, and we appreciated it, Bob and I both.

I've met someone.

I don't know what her situation is.

But I can't stop thinking about her.

Her name is Mildred.

And I…

She haunts me.

You're a wonderful man, Trevor.

But I just know…

If I don't get out of this, I'm going to die.

You're being stupid,

unbelievably short-sighted.

If you do this, you risk everything…

For you and me.

So, I would appreciate it if you at least took a few days and thought this through.

I think you owe me that.

Now I need to take a long, hot bath,

if you'll excuse me.

Are you all right, Dr. Hanover?

Yes.

I noticed your car.

Oh, yeah, just some kids with slingshots shot some rocks at me.

Well, that's just awful, Doctor.

Did you get a good look at them?

What? Yes. I mean, no.

It doesn't matter. I'll… I'll get the windows replaced tomorrow.

What is it you needed?

Are you worried they're gonna come back?

Who?

The children with the slingshots.

Because I can alert the staff to be on the lookout

for young hoodlums coming in here looking for trouble.

No, can we not...

What do you want?

Well, just to give you an update on the lesbians.

Miss Blix is scheduled for hydrotherapy this evening,

and Mrs. Cartwright's treatment went swimmingly, if you'll excuse the pun.

I've just had a follow-up with her,

and she said that all her Sapphic ideations,

her fantasies and urges and so on and so forth, have stopped.

She's even stopped having libidinous thoughts

about the housewife next door who broke up her marriage.

So it's a modern miracle, Doctor.

Congratulations.

Continue with the treatments as scheduled, thrice weekly for two months.

Anything else?

Well, yes.

There's the matter of Mr. Dario.

What about him?

Well, no one knows where he is.

His niece telephoned here this morning asking to speak with him,

and when I told her that he had been released

to go to his brother's funeral, she said he wasn't at the funeral.

So, don't you think that's a little odd?

- I'm so sorry to interrupt. - I beg your pardon!

We are in the middle of a conversation.

I do apologize,

but Doctor, you and I have an early dinner scheduled this evening, do we not?

Oh, yes.

I'd forgotten.

Thank you, Nurse Bucket.

Dinner?

Yes, Nurse Bucket. It's a meal. Many people enjoy them.

Doctor,

Lord knows where Mr. Dario is. We have a responsibility...

Thank you, Nurse Bucket.

I don't know what you're after,

but I will not stand for this kind of blatant disrespect.

Thank you.

Nurse Bucket is, uh…

She's in love with you.

You know that, yes?

Once she finally accepts that you don't feel the same way,

she will sabotage this whole operation.

Hm.

Would you be interested in dinner?

I know a place.

Can I offer sir or madam a drink?

Scotch. Thank you. Neat.

The same.

If I asked you a question…

Would you be willing to be honest with me?

Why is he hunting you?

Who?

I asked you to be honest.

Why are you being followed?

I…

I don't entirely know what to say.

Just the truth, Doctor.

You obviously committed some sort of crime.

Scotch for the lady.

Thank you.

And for the gentleman.

Thank you.

I committed a crime, too.

With you.

When we made Dario disappear.

So, of all the people in your life…

Wouldn't I be the one you could trust the most?

I did a very bad thing.

We all do bad things.

No, but…

Very bad.

It haunts me.

Tell me.

It was just, uh…

A few years ago now.

I thought…

I thought I was invincible.

I don't feel that way anymore.

A rich woman, an heiress to a vast fortune,

she asked me to treat her son, who she believed was deranged.

When I laid eyes on the boy, I couldn't believe it.

He had the face of an angel.

- Lovely to meet you. - Pleasure.

Polite, engaged.

The boy liked to prick people with needles.

It's a sexual disorder called piquerism.

Mimics the penetrative aspects of intercourse.

He pricked his mother.

- Ow! - Pricked the cook.

But he was becoming more violent.

He sharpened a leather punch and stabbed the gardener.

He wasn't seriously injured and stayed on at the job.

So, I took Henry on as a patient…

Convinced that I could find the locus of the inciting trauma.

Have you heard of lysergic acid?

Hallucinogen.

Physicians in Switzerland had just had

some very promising therapeutic results with LSD.

It seemed to free the mind of its workaday constraints.

I told the heiress all I would need was a full day with Henry alone,

so she took a trip to the other side of the island.

And I introduced the lysergic acid to Henry.

Standard dose, 20 micrograms.

But the boy said…

You take some, too.

There was no way I was going to agree with that, so I pretended.

There.

Twenty micrograms for both of us.

Okay.

Okay, Henry, I'm gonna…

Ask you some questions, okay?

And I would like you to answer as best you can.

I knew right away something was wrong.

He poured the whole thing into my drink.

Four thousand micrograms.

About 200 times the therapeutic dose.

What happened from there I... I can only describe as a sort of a dream.

I was there in that room, but…

I kept leaving my own body,

and found myself staring at a... The godhead at the center of the universe.

And then things got very dark.

Then he just started talking.

It wouldn't stop, it seemed to go on for months.

He kept going on about how a deity had come into his bedroom

and stolen his arms and sewed someone else's arms onto his body.

That this is why he was so troubled.

That… that the arms were the source of his psychosis,

and that he wished me to remove them.

I'm gonna be right back, okay?

Don't… don't go anywhere.

And then he was gone for what seemed like ages.

Or like he'd never been there in the first place.

And then he returned…

Covered in blood.

Now…

We are going to put these on me.

I knew right away they were the gardener's,

and that Henry had just murdered him.

Oh, my.

Then I heard him screaming.

I watched the boy saw off his own arm.

And when he finished, he wedged his other arm behind a heavy bureau

and cracked it at the humerus.

At that point I panicked.

He was bleeding out, he was going to die.

Tell me you didn't.

So I tried it. I tried it,

with the medical equipment I had with me, and the saw.

I sliced off the arm that was broken

and sewed the gardener's arms onto his.

Even as it was happening, I couldn't tell if it was real.

But I didn't want him to die. I…

I didn't want him to die.

And I knew it couldn't work.

I didn't have the tools.

I couldn't fuse the bones together.

The nerves were all severed.

So I just tried to attach the blood vessels,

so he wouldn't bleed to death.

And there was Henry the whole time,

just laughing and thanking me.

When I finished, I gave him what morphine I had, and he slept.

And then I ran.

I knew that his body would reject the new limbs, of course.

They would have gone gangrenous and practically fallen right off.

From what information I could gather, Henry's system quickly went septic.

He very nearly died.

But in fact, he recovered.

But only after the infection spread to his legs,

and they, too, had to be removed.

His mother wants me dead.

And I don't imagine it's a gentle death she has planned.

She's never going to rest until she finds me.

Then we have to make sure that she never does.

And I think I know how that can be accomplished.