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Come on, boy!

Come on. Come on.

They got a scent!

I heard dogs, Eddie! They got dogs!

Dolly, what are you doing?

What are you looking at?

We gotta strip! Throw 'em off our scent.

Really?

Yes, you didn't know that?

I've seen it in, like, a million movies.

Hurry up, take your pants off!

Okay.

- Hurry. - Yeah.

Come on.

It's deserted.

Yes! Yes, come on.

Oh, Edmund.

What have you done?

Would you mind giving us a minute?

I have a confession to make.

I haven't been honest with you.

I haven't been able to tell you the truth.

The truth about who I really am.

Deep down, I know I've wanted to...

but it's something I've never told anyone.

Something I've never wanted to tell anyone.

Until now.

But the thought that I might lose you...

I can't keep lying to you. I have to tell you the truth.

Gwendolyn.

Nurse!

Nurse!

Get the doctor.

She's awake.

No, no, no. Shh, don't speak, don't speak.

You're going to be all right.

You just stay with me.

Seems like they left in a hurry.

Uh... Gross.

Well, they all did in the Depression.

When the banks took over people's farms,

they hired actual thugs and goons to throw you out.

Then all those trashy Okies started showing up.

Some people just starved.

Their animals, too.

I wonder if there are bones around here.

You got a taste for the macabre, don't you, Dolly?

Give me that.

Don't you understand? This is killer-diller good luck.

Like Bonnie and Clyde.

Your teeth are chattering.

Are you scared?

Of course not.

I'm cold and hungry, aren't you?

I'll make you warm.

First things first, Dolly.

We gotta find a gun or something.

Those bloodhounds are gonna pick up our scent sooner or later.

I don't know why you're so worried.

I hate to tell you this, Dolly, but you can't outrun bloodhounds,

and that's just a fact.

We just slowed them down.

What do you mean?

I saw it in that Jane Russell movie.

Yeah, I know they like that bullshit in the movies.

This is real life.

You were so sure, it was sweet.

I didn't wanna burst your bubble.

Burst my bubble?

You know what I think would be adorable?

Why don't you sweep up this rat shit?

Or are you too busy having your hissy fit?

Hey.

Hey, did you find anything to eat in these cupboards?

You got eyes?

Oh. Oh.

Hey.

Know how to cook tomatoes?

Come on, Dolly.

Holy Toledo, Dolly, put it down.

That was just sitting up there?

My grandma used to keep her shotgun on the beam above her bed too.

She wasn't scared of nobody.

That thing loaded?

Could have killed me.

Don't be so serious.

You gotta admit, you pointed a gun and pulled the trigger at someone

not too many hours ago.

We already discussed that.

You slit Harold's throat.

You see me acting like you're going to kill me?

I thought you liked being scared, anyways.

Which is it?

Quit making such a big deal out of everything.

Just drop it.

You kind of scare me, Dolly.

I scare you?

Here's the truth.

I'm probably the least scary man you ever met.

What's that supposed to mean?

I don't know.

I don't know, you're right, let's drop it.

We're stuck with each other anyways.

Whatcha doing, Dolly?

I'm not sleeping in that rat shit house.

Can I sleep here too?

Don't act stupid.

Don't call me stupid.

You still love me?

Why do you think I'm making this bed for us?

I'm trying to be romantic.

Hey.

I want to kiss you so bad, it's driving me crazy.

I love you.

You're a wild woman, Dolly.

Never would have figured that.

Mm.

Me neither.

I imagined that I was Jane Russell.

Not exactly imagined. It was still me.

But I was imagining how she'd be,

if she felt like me.

She'd just act like she felt.

I love you so much.

You're my beautiful magic man.

We're magic.

Poor little fella.

Now that's a survivor.

- You know how I feel right now? - Mm.

I'm hungry enough to eat that rooster.

Do you know how to cook a rooster?

Yeah, sure. I'll make a fire.

Clean one of those pots, boil some water.

I'll throw in those stewed tomatoes.

You just have to catch him first, and wring his neck and pluck him.

You want me to kill him?

I mean, well, yeah.

You've never killed a chicken before?

I mean, it's no big deal.

Poor guy survived this long only to be...

Shit, Eddie.

You can kill four priests and slit a nice guy's throat,

but you can't kill a chicken to feed us?

It was your idea.

That chicken never had a mean thought.

It never did one bad thing.

Animals are not like people.

Well, I suggest you watch and learn,

because you're gonna have to do it next time.

So you grab it by the feet, so it's upside down like this.

And then you take the first finger

and second finger of your right hand here,

and you put your thumb under its little beak,

and you tilt...

and snap...

and Bob's your uncle.

And that's just his nervous system.

He's dead.

He's not in any pain.

Really?

You couldn't watch me?

I'm okay.

I'll clean him, just...

show me how.

Hey there, boys and girls.

Ow.

Hi.

The doctor tells me you're out of the woods.

How do you feel?

Like I've been shot.

I don't recommend it.

Thank you.

Well, you look good.

No, I don't.

But thank you.

Ow.

Every time I laugh,

it feels like I'm being stabbed in the chest with a hot poker.

At least I'm laughing.

So that's something.

Wanna know my favorite animal?

I sure do.

- My favorite animal goes, "Woof." - Nurse?

Miss Briggs is not a child.

Would you please find her some age-appropriate programming?

Oh, no, please.

I asked her to put it on.

Makes me feel like a kid.

I've always loved puppets.

Thank you.

Can you tell me what animal that was?

Oh, I know.

It was a duck.

That's right.

Would you care to have a seat?

I could use some company.

I know another animal.

What sound does your animal that you're thinking of make?

This animal goes, "Cheep, cheep, cheep."

There was a...

a little puppet theater in the basement of the house I grew up in.

You don't say.

Some kids have all the luck.

Are you all right?

I am now.

I don't understand.

Well, I...

I told the governor that I would meet him in Stockton

tomorrow morning for a campaign stop,

but the doctor told me I'm not allowed to drive myself yet.

So I thought...

if you would be so kind...

Modesto is right on the way.

We could see a marionette show and have a nice dinner afterwards.

Make an evening of it.

Maybe even a...

an overnight.

You could hold on to my car and...

drive it back here by tomorrow's rounds.

What do you think?

I don't want to do that.

Oh. Well...

Well, then, forget it.

Just an idea.

I mean the puppet show.

I don't see why we would want to do something like that.

Because I thought it would be fun, Mildred.

That's all.

Yes, but we're not children.

Well, you know what?

Sometimes...

I wish that we were.

I wish that I could've met Mildred Ratched before the world got to her.

Before somebody convinced her that the only way to survive

is to build a wall around herself...

and never let anybody in.

Ever.

I'm sorry, I think you misunderstand.

Actually, I think I understand perfectly.

And I can't do this anymore.

This little...

I don't even know what to call it.

This little game of cat and mouse.

It's obvious that what I have to offer...

you're not interested in.

And that's fine.

But...

life is just too short.

And nearly dying, um...

Is very illuminating in that regard, so...

So Mildred, I'm sorry for having wasted your time.

And I guess I'll have to forgive you for having wasted mine.

I'll go.

I'll go with you.

I want to.

You're right, it...

sounds fun.

You...

You getting hurt...

and almost...

It was very illuminating for me, too.

Yes?

I didn't want to lose you.

So I'm happy to do whatever you want to do.

That would make me so happy.

I just have to go home and pack a bag.

We can leave around noon.

Oh.

It's charming, isn't it?

Sure.

Mwah, mwah, mwah!

Oh, hello, boys and girls!

Are you ready for my puppet friends to tell you a story?

- Yes! - Oh, good, good, good, good, good.

Now, my puppet friends need you to be good listeners.

So, when you hear something funny, what do you do?

Laugh.

Yes, you're gonna laugh.

This is so much fun.

Thank you for coming with me.

And when you see something sad, what do you do?

Cry.

Very good.

And now...

The story of a brother and a sister

who lose their mommy and daddy and go on a great adventure.

Once upon a time,

there was a little girl who grew up in the Great Depression,

whose mommy drank until she was blackout drunk.

Mommy woke up one day and said...

"I don't want to be a mommy anymore."

So the little girl was sent to a foster home...

where someone else's mommy and daddy would take care of her.

What's your name?

Mildred.

Mildred.

I don't ever want to hear your mouth open again, girl.

This mommy and daddy were very mean.

Whatever Mildred did, they would beat her and yell at her,

as well as the other orphan they took care of.

What's your name?

Edmund.

Hi, Edmund.

Hi, Mildred.

No talking.

It's okay. No, no, don't!

The boy and girl were very unhappy,

until one day,

they met their fairy godmother.

A kind caseworker...

who pitied the boy and girl so much,

she fudged their paperwork,

writing that they were biological siblings...

so that they would never be separated,

and they would always have one another.

- She said... - Be a good boy and girl,

and take care of each other.

But each foster home they were sent to was worse than the next.

You're my brother.

And you're my sister now.

It's very nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you, too.

What? Ow!

No matter how well they behaved, their foster parents hated them,

and beat them whenever they could.

- What?! Ow! - Hey! Stop that, you!

Seems they were often just taken in for the government stipend they received.

What? No! Stop! No!

One day, the boy was beaten so badly,

- his sister thought he might die. - No!

- Don't! Stop it! - Ow!

So they ran away,

back to the caseworker,

and begged her to find them a mommy and daddy who would love them

and take care of them.

Well, that kind caseworker took pity on them once again,

and had very good news.

She had found their forever family.

A wealthy mommy and daddy who lived in a house big as a castle.

Mildred and Edmund were so overjoyed to meet their new mommy and daddy.

They gave them presents and candy,

and all the ice cream they could eat.

Later, they showed the boy and girl the best thing of all.

Down in the basement, there was a puppet theater,

where the boy and girl could play to their hearts' content.

After a while, they realized...

the stage wasn't made for puppets.

They were the ones who were expected to perform.

Their forever mommy and daddy

took out classified ads in newspapers using a special code.

I'd like to place an advertisement.

Baby Bloom. Wednesdays at 8:00 p.m.

565 Westerfield Lane.

And perverts from all around paid lots of money to watch them perform

unnatural acts on each other.

The boy and girl decided they had to escape,

but the little boy didn't want to just run away.

They have to pay for what they've done.

His sister begged him not to,

that they should run off while they had the chance.

- No, come with me. - But the little boy said...

No.

And so,

while the couple slept...

he took a pair of razor-sharp scissors...

And gouged out their eyes.

Edmund, we have to get out of here!

Edmund, please. We have to get out of here.

I don't want to leave you!

Get out of here!

I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!

Sorry. So sorry. I'm so sorry.

The little girl ran and ran until she couldn't run anymore.

I'm sorry, Edmund.

I'm sorry.

Finally, she sat down beneath a tree and cried.

I told you I'd never leave you, but I did.

I did leave you.

Please forgive me, Edmund.

I promise I will come and find you someday.

I promise!

How dare you!

How dare you force these children to watch this show?

What kind of place is this?

Mildred.

How dare you!

How dare you!

Mildred.

What's that?

So sorry.

I'm so, so sorry.

Do you want to talk about what happened back there?

I suppose I should apologize.

Pull over, please.

What?

Stop the car, Mildred.

You need to tell me what is going on with you,

and I know you want to talk to me about it.

I heard you, you know.

In the hospital after I came out of surgery.

You were holding my hand,

and you said there was something you had to tell me.

So tell me.

Who are you?

As a child, I was...

well, I suppose you'd say I was an orphan.

And I was placed into the foster system.

I had a brother.

Well, he wasn't really my brother.

He was also an orphan.

But a caseworker took a liking to us and...

forged our paperwork to say that we were...

biological siblings, so we would be kept together.

One of the families...

the last one...

They abused us.

Most of the families... abused us.

But this one...

This man and...

and his wife...

They forced my brother and I...

to perform sexual acts on one another.

After a time...

I'm not exactly sure how long...

Maybe months.

My brother and I...

We decided we had to escape.

But first...

he decided he had to kill them.

And he did.

And he told me to run.

And so I did.

I left him there.

I left him behind.

So I made a promise to myself...

that one day, I would find him.

And now I finally have.

He's a patient at Lucia State Hospital.

My brother...

is Edmund Tolleson.

Dolly, get up.

We overslept.

What do you mean?

We don't got anywhere to be.

On the move is where we gotta be.

You think they're just gonna...

You think they're just gonna give up looking for us?

I heard something.

I don't hear anything.

What about some eggs first?

We don't got any eggs.

Yeah, but there was that rooster wandering around. I mean...

he's not gonna stick around an old farmhouse

without a hen to keep him company.

There's no hen, no eggs.

Well, how's about a little loving

before we hit the First National Bank of Sacramento?

Later. All right?

- Okay. - Later.

Drop your weapon!

We have you surrounded!

Turn around! Turn around!

Out the back!

Go, go!

Shit! Dolly. In here!

In here. In here.

Where's the gun? Where's the shotgun?

Ah... They have us surrounded.

We're not gonna be able to shoot our way out of this, Dolly.

Eddie, what do we do?

We go out there.

I gotta turn myself in, baby.

No. No, I won't let you.

- I'll tell them I kidnapped you. - No! No!

You won't go to jail or nothing.

But I... I shot a woman.

You have to let me go.

It's the only way we don't end up dead.

I don't want to live without you.

Dolly, listen to me.

You've given me more life than I ever deserved.

I love you so much, Edmund.

I love you, too.

I wanted it all with you, you know?

A house...

babies, and everything.

Don't say it.

Don't say it.

But maybe it was just never in the cards.

I'm unarmed.

Walk real slow, son.

The girl didn't do anything.

I kidnapped her.

You have no right to punish her for something I did.

It was all my idea.

No!

Dolly, no!

No!

Hold! Hold! Hold your fire!

Everybody, move in!

All right, she's down!

Patrolmen down!

You're gonna rot in hell, you son of a bitch.

You Nurse Ratched?

Mildred Ratched, Sheriff.

Head nurse. We spoke on the phone.

Sign here, please.

Nurse Ratched.

We'll be taking him down to M ward.

We got armed deputies guarding his cell

until the governor gets here in the morning.

Good.

- Nurse Ratched! - Don't you dare address me, Mr. Tolleson.

You should thank your lucky stars these men didn't blow your head off.

It's far more mercy than I would have shown you.

Get him out of here.

Nurse Ratched!

The governor's here to see you, Dr. Hanover.

Thank you.

You're looking well today, Nurse Bucket.

Go ahead.

And after just a handful of sessions of hypnotherapy,

Miss Wells's alternate personalities all but disappeared.

Here's her chart. Nurse Ratched, will you please...

And, Governor, you will see that she is a fascinating case,

and a charismatic one to boot.

Much more the face of this facility than Edmund Tolleson ever was.

And why are you telling me this?

Well...

as you can see in the... in the chart...

Dr. Hanover is aware that you believe your campaign to be flagging.

Miss Cratchet...

It's Ratched.

It's Mildred Ratched.

He also knows that Edmund Tolleson is insane and therefore unfit to stand trial,

but he still believes that this facility can remain a central part

of your reelection campaign.

- Was I speaking to you? - You were not, but as head nurse...

Then shut the fuck up!

Worst mass murderer in the history of the state of California,

and he's allowed to attend a dance in the same hospital

that I lent my credibility to as governor.

Murders a guard,

shoots my press secretary,

and he escapes with the help of an accomplice

who's a nurse from the very same hospital!

A statewide manhunt ensues,

and ends in a gunfight

with two patrolmen and the accomplice dead.

Now, I think I got all my facts straight.

Unless I'm mistaken.

Well, it was the accomplice who shot me,

not Edmund.

Does this seem like a good week for my reelection campaign?

Hm?

Dr. Hanover, our relationship is over.

I can only hope that the voters of this state

thought making my campaign about the war on mental illness

as stupid an idea as I did, and they forget it ever happened.

So if you want your hospital to stay open,

if you want one more penny of state funding

to provide treatment for your patients here...

Miss Briggs.

You will sign this release

saying that Tolleson is sane.

Fit to stand trial.

Dr. Hanover.

Yes.

Now. See, that wasn't so hard, was it?

No.

Now, I sincerely hope I never meet you again.

Doctor.

Miss Briggs.

You know, I gotta say, when we first met, everybody said that you were brilliant.

But that's not what I thought. I said to myself,

"This motherfucker, he's the crazy one."

That just goes to show you,

first impressions, they're never wrong.

Governor, I'm impressed.

How so?

At your being brave enough to keep this facility open after what happened.

- You're dumber than you look. - I'm sorry?

I pulled the funding. This hospital will be bankrupt in a month.

I lied to him so he'd sign the release.

Edmund Tolleson will be frying in the electric chair

by Monday of next week.

I see. You know, it occurs to me, um,

now that he's in custody and we know he's going to be put to death,

maybe his execution is something we could tease to the voters.

We could put it off until after the election

and let the public's interest in the case motivate them to turn out to the polls.

You have a nice ass...

but you know that, right?

It's the mouth.

I am so tired of hearing bullshit advice spewing from it.

Miss Briggs, you're fired.

Sorry you got shot.