[woman] Your Honor, my husband has chosen his career over his obligations
as a spouse and as a father.
He's so absent that I had to bring my mother from the Philippines.
I'm doing the best that I can.
Mr. Bañaga, I see you have neglected to hire counsel?
That's right, Your Honor. I--
I was unable to.
If it pleases the court,
while I understand that my wife feels that I have been neglectful
as a husband and a father,
I would like to give these proceedings some context
which will, I hope, convince my wife to drop this divorce petition,
for the sake of our daughter, Marisol.
For the past year and a half,
I have volunteered my services to citizens of Japanese descent
who were sent to various internment camps across the country
under Executive Order 9066.
Many in these camps are separated from their families, sent to other camps.
And these people, American citizens,
display profound psychological distress.
So do the children they are forced to leave behind.
I find it somewhat ironic, Doctor,
that you're so concerned about Jap parents being separated from their kids,
but not at all concerned about you being separated from your own.
I'm finding for the plaintiff.
Mrs. Bañaga, divorce is granted,
along with full custody of your daughter.
[gavel thud echoes]
[Dr. Hanover] Wait!
-Please! That's my daughter! -[woman speaks in Tagalog]
Daddy!
Let me say goodbye to her, please! Marisol!
[woman continues speaking in Tagalog]
I'm so sorry.
I will provide for you, you understand? I promise.
[Mrs. Bañaga] It's over!
-I love you! -[Marisol] Daddy!
[knocking]
Do come in, Dr. Bañaga.
[monkey squeaks]
-For you. -Thank you.
Come in.
First of all, I'd like to thank you for allowing me to meet your son.
I... He's a charming boy.
Thank you.
Really very intelligent,
and he seemed to be in quite a good mood.
He burned the cook today. Did he tell you that?
He heated up a spoon over the stove till it was white-hot
and put it back in the drawer.
Consuelo has third-degree burns on her hands.
That's why he's in such a good mood.
It's a clown.
It's a clown, he's bleeding.
[Dr. Hanover] Your son is ill, Mrs. Osgood. That much is plain.
Two penises...
severed.
The isolation, the extreme fits of violence.
And the pleasure he appears to derive from it.
And you?
Can you treat him?
Please sit down.
I take my oath as a physician very seriously.
I've sacrificed everything for it.
So I will not deceive you, Mrs. Osgood.
No matter what financial incentive there may be for me to do so.
A new day is dawning on the science of the human mind.
All over the world, astounding new techniques are emerging
that repudiate everything we thought we knew.
The behavior your son exhibits...
The violence.
The delight in harming others, these...
These are not his illness.
They are but symptoms.
His illness, whatever it may be...
remains cloistered deep in his psyche.
And my job would be to find it...
diagnose it...
and treat it.
So to answer your question....
I will not treat your son.
I will cure him.
[sobs]
[theme music playing]
Mildred.
Nurse Ratched.
Mildred's just fine, Huck.
I wanted to see how you were doing...
after what happened at the dance and everything,
we-- we haven't been able to catch up.
Thank you.
I'm doing all right.
You?
No, I'm fine.
Thanks. No complaints.
[Mildred chuckles]
Good.
Actually, there is one thing, not a complaint, really, just...
Well, when...
something happens like that...
Violence...
And it could have just as easily been you who got shot instead of Miss Briggs.
It kind of puts things into perspective, doesn't it?
And so I got to thinking, you know... uh...
there is something I don't really have in my life and...
that's a...
That's a sweetheart.
So, I guess what I'm...
wondering is if, uh...
I could take you out sometime.
Only if that sounds like something you thought might be nice.
Huck.
I get it. I'm sorry.
No. Huck, please, stop.
It isn't that I don't find you appealing.
You are a wonderful man, Huck.
You're a real-life hero.
But...
I'm coming to understand that...
I might be the kind of person...
The kind of woman...
who enjoys the company...
of other women.
If you take my meaning.
Oh.
I would appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone.
Of course.
I wouldn't breathe a word of it.
You will find love, Huck.
Some girl who's gonna love you in the way that you deserve.
It's...
it ain't love so much.
I don't know if that's what I'm missing, I mean, I'm...
I don't know that I have purpose.
Huck.
Don't you worry, Mildred.
Your secret's safe with me.
[Bucket] Well, I gotta say, Louise,
I have underestimated you.
[jazz music playing]
Here I thought you were some blowsy, alcoholic jazz baby,
and it turns out you're a prize-winning truffle pig.
[both giggle]
Don't I know it.
You should have seen me, scurrying into her room
after she left for the dance, just like you said.
I was rooting through her things like a junkie sniffing around for smack.
Ohh, it was well worth it.
By the way, that pimento loaf you gave me was so divine.
I gotta have the recipe.
[chuckles] Sure. Sure.
Now that I don't understand.
It's just a lot of telephone numbers, or notes.
And somewhere there's a hand-drawn map,
and it looks like a man's handwriting to me.
I'm no detective, mind you, but I'm thinking maybe...
I missed my calling.
Now those really threw me for a loop.
Why is this skirt so obsessed with a mass murderer?
Is she some kind of pervert,
or something?
But then,
I looked under the bed.
What is that?
A recorder!
-You talk and it records you-- -I know what a recorder is.
[Louise] Just help me with it.
-[Bucket] Give it to me. -[groans]
Our friend Nurse Ratched knows how to turn it on.
Not so proficient at knowing how to turn it off.
She recorded a very...
informative exchange with a certain gentleman.
Oh, no. I have no interest in listening to Mildred Ratched fornicate.
No, it's not that kind of exchange.
The gentleman in question is a priest.
Don't panic. This isn't what it looks like.
Oh, well, this is what it looks like.
Close the door and sit, please.
I think I can help you,
but we're going to need to start being honest with each other.
I listened to the tape.
[Mildred] You see, Father...
Edmund Tolleson is my brother.
He wasn't born a monster.
Somebody turned him into one.
[muffled whimpering on tape]
God bless you, Father.
[wet cracking sound on tape]
I know what a lobotomy sounds like, Mildred.
The hammer on the ice pick.
The-- The wet cracking sound as it pierces the skull and enters the frontal lobe.
[tape recorder clicks off]
That's why you came to the hospital, I presume. Hm?
To save your brother.
Which, you know, is understandable, I guess.
Though, performing a lobotomy on a man whose only crime was
surviving an encounter with Edmund Tolleson?
That's a little harder to wrap one's head around.
I'm not the only person who knows, Mildred.
So if something were to happen to me, if I went missing...
well, then that other party would take this information to the police.
Which I have not done.
As of yet.
[sobs]
[voice wavering] I'm so tired...
of all the running
and all the lying.
The things I've done. [inhales deeply]
I know the difference between right and wrong,
and still I've done things that even I cannot believe.
[gasps]
He's my brother.
We were treated like animals.
Worse than animals, and he saved me from it.
He saved my life.
So I made a promise to myself
that I would do whatever it took to repay him for that kindness.
To free him...
[sniffles]
...from a fate I knew he didn't deserve, no matter what he'd done.
Now I don't know what I think he deserves.
Well...
he shouldn't be put to death.
And that's what's coming to him, for sure.
But someone like Edmund should be studied.
Killing him doesn't serve anybody.
You've been lying a long time, Mildred.
[breathes deeply]
Listening to that recording brought to mind
all the suspicions I had about you when you first arrived.
[sniffles]
I phoned the office of Army records.
I was wrong.
You were in the service, as your résumé stated.
You were a nurse.
But the records didn't mention the manner in which you were discharged,
and I wonder if you might want to tell me what happened.
[Mildred sighs]
No.
I wasn't a nurse.
I had no training, so I lied and said I did.
-I wanted to be a nurse. -[man shouting]
I wanted to help people.
[man screaming]
[Mildred] And I felt a calling,
a genuine calling that I knew was deep and abiding and true.
I was an orphan.
Poor, without an education.
So I just did it.
I lied.
Is there anything I can do to help you?
Yes.
All I was guilty of
was showing these men mercy when no one else would.
But then it got me into trouble.
[man] Nurse Ratched,
quite a number of soldiers under your care appear to have died of asphyxiation
without any wounds to their throat or lungs.
Sir, I stand behind the treatment I've provided
for every serviceman who's come under my care.
I have a sterling reputation.
Just ask my superiors--
Your superiors are why I am talking to you.
They recommended a court-martial.
One look in your eye and I can see plain as day you're as guilty as hell.
But they won't be able to prove it. So, there ain't gonna be a court-martial.
Get the fuck off this island and out of my Army.
Move!
[Mildred] Well, I couldn't stand it.
I served, just as they had.
[man over radio] I deem this reply a full acceptance
of the Potsdam Declaration,
which specifies the unconditional surrender of Japan.
In the reply, there is no...
[loud pounding]
The war's over! It's over!
...to an anxious world, setting off celebrations throughout the country.
-[people shout excitedly] -Washington is jubilant, and in the...
[car horns honking]
[Mildred] So I decided I would lie again.
And it worked.
Dr. Hanover never called the State Board.
He just hired me.
Thank you for your honesty.
I've heard the screams
of very ill people wanting to die.
I've had patients beg me to kill them.
But I never would.
That's the difference between us.
I'm strong, and you're weak.
Yes.
You're probably right.
[Bucket] Mm.
[breathes deeply]
You've done... terrible things, Mildred.
That said, I mean...
we've all done stupid things in the service of stupid men.
Me with Dr. Hanover, you with your brother.
So, I can't say I don't feel sympathy for you, Mildred.
I... I really truly do.
And don't think for a second that I have forgotten your kindness to me
the night of the dance.
It was a foreign feeling,
your kindness.
I have a plan for us.
For you, for me.
And for the hospital.
But I'm gonna need you to vouch for me.
[woman] The hospital is as dear to me as it was to our mother.
While I realize we don't provide all its funding,
I do believe we are responsible for the greater part of it, and...
I would hope that could continue.
As girls, my sister and I wanted to live there.
My sister, Francine, she began to display some disturbing traits
when she came upon the cusp of womanhood.
-[girl screams maniacally] -[objects shattering]
[man] Calm down, Francine, please!
[woman] She began to hear voices.
-[screaming] -Darling!
[woman] At first, they were angels, but...
[object shattering]
...soon they were the voices of-- of demons.
[screaming]
[groans]
They put her in a cage.
[Francine sobs]
[screaming]
They said it would eventually cure her, and it didn't.
Francine was kept in that room every day for the rest of her life.
-I'm sorry! -No!
A life that was short, mercifully.
One day, she broke free and jumped out the window,
breaking her neck.
She was finally free.
[forced chuckle] My apologies.
You certainly didn't come here to hear... my life story.
What is it that brings you ladies here?
Well, it's, um...
Uh-- I suppose it's rather sensitive.
It's about Dr. Hanover.
Y-- Yes?
He's fallen out of favor with the governor,
who is now poised to pull all state funding,
which accounts for a large portion of our operations.
So your foundation would need to provide all the funding
in order to keep the hospital running.
We have a whole list of grievances.
You see, Dr. Hanover, he...
he's a dope fiend.
He's a drug abuser.
A drug abuser. That's-- That's it.
Is that all?
Uh... Well, no. But shouldn't it be?
If I may?
Nurse Bucket is being entirely too cautious.
We have reason to suspect that Dr. Hanover's credentials are forgeries.
That in fact,
his real name is Dr. Manuel Bañaga,
and he is guilty of serious crimes
that will pose a grave criminal liability for your foundation.
But that's not on the list.
This is what you suspect?
I know it for a fact.
As of this moment, however, the general public does not.
Dr. Bañaga was hired by a wealthy heiress named Lenore Osgood
to treat her mentally ill son, and during the course of these treatments,
Dr. Bañaga cut off the boy's arms and
sewed on the severed limbs
of one of Mrs. Osgood's employees who had just been murdered.
The procedure caused the boy's system to be septic.
He lost both arms, of course,
-but also his legs... -[Bucket sighs]
...which had to be amputated in order to keep him alive.
That should be on the list.
He should be removed immediately.
Though it does beg the question, who will run the hospital?
That is, until we can find a replacement.
In my professional opinion, there is no better candidate for interim head
-than Nurse Betsy Bucket here. -Oh. [chuckles]
And believe me when I tell you, she practically runs the place as it is.
[Mildred and Bucket chuckle]
[sighs]
[sighs] Well...
I guess I owe you one.
Do you mean that?
Yes. Why?
Then make Huck head nurse.
[chuckles]
What?
He isn't even remotely qualified.
Neither am I, remember?
He's hard-working, he's trustworthy.
He'll devote his life to the hospital if you just give him the opportunity.
Oh, Betsy.
Come on, it's the right thing to do.
-What are you up to? -I'm not up to anything.
[knocking]
Nurse Bucket, I'd like to be alone, if you wouldn't mind.
What's this?
Dr. Hanover...
you've been dismissed.
I have been named
interim head of this hospital until a replacement can be found.
You are free to collect your belongings,
but you are asked to please vacate the premises.
The police, uh...
have been made aware of your identity.
-Wait. -And--
My identity, yes. I...
[inhales deeply]
...have been struggling with substance abuse, but--
Doctor.
I know why you changed your name.
I know what you did to that young man that you were treating.
Now, I don't believe you could be at fault, I truly don't.
But now the police know about it as well,
so you're going to have to explain to them what really happened.
They're on their way.
Doctor.
I did love you.
I loved your purpose and your calling.
I loved your need to help people.
Just to be able to be near you, to watch you,
it made me feel so honored.
I believe in you.
I will always believe in you.
Then why would you do this to me?
Look at Charlotte, at...
I'm on the precipice of helping so many people!
That's why I'm letting you go.
I've treated you poorly, Betsy.
You didn't deserve that.
[breathing heavily]
Dr. Hanover, I'm told you're not supposed to be handling patients.
No. We are leaving.
You're not in charge anymore.
This patient admitted herself to this hospital,
and she's free to leave whenever she chooses.
Do you believe Dr. Hanover's treatments have helped you?
I believe he's the only person who can help me.
As head nurse, I'm allowing both of them to go.
I should have never let you into this hospital.
I know the kind of price that's on your head, Doctor.
And I'm letting you walk right out the door.
So I'd say, letting me into this hospital was the best decision you ever made.
[telephone rings]
Thanks.
Hello?
-[Mildred] Mrs. Osgood? -Yes.
Mildred Ratched.
I'm afraid I have some bad news.
Dr. Hanover is now out of my reach.
I'm sorry, but I simply won't be able to help you.
I told you I wanted his head on a platter.
Yes. I appreciate that you're angry.
I just need you to understand
that any arrangement we once had is now null and void.
And if you ever attempt to harm me or even contact me again,
I will notify the FBI about your attempts on Dr. Hanover's life.
Do you understand me, Mrs. Osgood?
How dare you betray me, you double-crossing little--
[dial tone]
[1940s popular music playing]
Hello.
We would like two rooms, please.
That'll be nine dollars.
Name?
Davis. Randall Davis.
Rooms nine and ten.
Thank you.
[Charlotte] I feel a bit woozy.
My head is spinning a little.
-[breathes deeply] -You're okay.
The mild sedation I gave you is starting to wear off.
I just want you to get something in your stomach,
and then get you off to bed.
And what can I do for you?
Coffee for me, and water... a soft-boiled egg, perhaps.
With toast.
Yeah.
Thank you.
You know, folks like you, you gotta pay in advance.
You don't gotta be uppity about it.
[door bell jingles]
Doctor.
If you don't mind my asking...
what is your plan?
My plan is to make you whole.
I'd like to try and get us across the border to-- to Canada.
Once we get to the crossing...
you will drive, and I will hide in the trunk.
I have a-- a colleague at a hospital in Vancouver.
He might be willing to admit you,
and then I can continue our treatments in secret.
Once you're cured, and I do believe you will be cured, Charlotte,
then perhaps I can...
I can come out of hiding.
Whoa. [chuckles]
What's happening? Where am I?
Charlotte. It's me. Dr. Hanover.
-Oh. --I'm just going to get you to bed, okay?
Sit.
Okay.
You're okay.
-Okay, lay down. Go lay down. -Mm.
This was my fault.
I should have let you-- let you rest as soon as we got here.
But...
you're okay now.
You're okay.
Just sleep.
I'll be right next door.
[pounding]
Police! Anybody in there?
Just a minute. [whispering] Fuck.
Charlotte. Get up, get up. It's the police.
[Charlotte groans]
-Get in the closet. -No, no, no--
-It's okay, it's okay, it's okay-- -[pounding]
-It's okay, it's okay. -[muffled] No.
[Charlotte] No, no, no, please.
-No, no, please. [continues indistinctly] -[pounding]
[Charlotte stops talking]
So sorry, officer, can I help you?
[officer] Yeah, you're not the one who double-parked out front, are you?
-The Cadillac DeVille? -[Charlotte moans]
[Dr. Hanover] No, I-- unfortunately, I can't-- I can't afford a Cadillac.
[officer] All right. Well, sorry to bother you. Good night, now.
I'm so sorry, Charlotte. It was a false alarm.
[in deep voice] You're shit.
You're no doctor.
You're garbage.
Ondine?
It's me, Dr. Hanover.
Would you please tell Charlotte she's safe?
How dare you shut me in a closet.
I played first chair violin for the Boston Pops.
And who... are you?
You're nothing!
You're noooo--!
[gasps]
Ooh. [giggles]
[gasping]
[breathing heavily]
Charlotte?
Hitler!
[chuckles]
You're Adolf Hitler!
[gasps]
I knew you'd try and find me someday,
but I found you instead, you Nazi son of a bitch!
Charlotte, it's me, your doctor. Dr. Hanover--
-You changed your little mustache. -[loud thud]
Well, you ain't fooling nobody...
-[crushing thuds] -[Dr. Hanover grunts]
...Adolf!
You remember me? Huh?!
Apollo?
I'm the motherfucker that won all them gold medals at your Olympics.
And that same motherfucker gets to kill you!
-[groans] -[metallic ringing]
[wet slashing]
[grunts]
-[telephone ringing] -[receiver picked up]
[nurse] Nurse Ratched?
There's a woman on the phone for you.
Thank you.
This is Nurse Ratched.
[quiet jazz music playing]
Where are you?
Lock the door and stay where you are.
I'm on my way.
I can't remember what happened.
I swear, I can't remember.
Um...
[inhales] There-- There was someone at the door, so...
he threw me in the closet, and then I can't remember what happened.
Suddenly, I was-- I was-- I was-- [panting]
I was sitting on the bathroom floor,
and I was covered in blood. And I came out and I found him...
I found him just-- just lying there.
-Did I do this? Did I? Did I? -Charlotte, listen to me.
-I didn't mean it. -Sit down.
-I didn't mean to, but I must have! -Please sit down, deep breaths. Sit.
-Oh, my God! -Listen to me.
Oh, my God!
I know that this wasn't your fault.
You cared very much for Dr. Hanover
and would never willingly do anything to harm him.
But unfortunately, the police are not going to understand that.
[Charlotte groans]
And I'm afraid you don't have much time.
[gasps]
Let's get you cleaned up.
I brought your clothes.
[man over loudspeaker] Bus 387, San Diego, boarding now.
Thank you very much.
...put large luggage in the stowaway cabins.
That bus leaves for San Diego in five minutes.
Cross the border into Mexico, on foot.
Make your way to Ensenada.
There's a psychiatric hospital there called San Luis.
You will be safe there for now.
[whispering] It's all right.
There's $50 in that suitcase.
If you telephone me in a few weeks,
I might be able to send you a lot more.
Thank you, Mildred.
I don't feel I'm deserving of such kindness.
What...
What is it?
What about Dr. Hanover?
I'll take care of that.
[indistinct chatter]
[bus door shuts]
Hi, there.
Well, I did not expect to see you.
[gasps] Oh...
[exhales deeply]
And now to payment.
Pleasure doing business with ya.
[exhales deeply]
I've waited so long for this moment.
Mother.
[Henry breathes heavily]
[chuckles]
This doesn't fix anything, Mother.
I know that.
But now...
we can finally rest knowing that that man has paid
for the terrible thing he did to you.
What about what you did to me?
You're the one who hired him.
You're the one who's kept me cooped up in here, hiding me
-because you're so, so ashamed. -No...
Yes, Mommy.
-No. -Yes.
You love your monkey more than you love me.
-[gasps] Oh, no. -Yes, you do, Mommy.
I don't. I love you.
My darling boy.
I love you.
I hate you, Mother.
And now you're going to pay for all the things you've done to me.
-[man yells] -[groans]
[Henry breathes heavily]
[chuckles]
[sobs quietly]
[sobs]
Yes, I'm looking for Mildred Ratched.
Can you tell me which room?
I heard your car pull up.
[jazz music playing]
Hello, Anna.
It's been a long time, Milly.
Who is this, a distant relation?
Up yours, Louise.
If you'll follow me, please.
[Anna] I still blame myself for what happened to you and Edmund.
I was the one that found them for you.
No.
You were our guardian angel.
[sighs]
Angels don't make mistakes like that.
That couple, I thought they'd be the perfect foster parents.
When I found out what they did to you and Edmund,
I-- I wanted to gouge out their eyes myself.
"Their murder was ruled a justifiable homicide"?
I didn't know that.
It was the state that put you into that house, after all.
Afterwards, Edmund was sent to a home for delinquent boys.
-I went there. -What?
When?
It's where I saw him.
When? When did you see him?
When I got out of the foster system,
I contacted every juvenile facility in the state,
and no one would tell me if they had my Edmund.
-So I started visiting them, one by one. -[indistinct chatter]
And it took two years, but I finally found him.
Edmund!
Hi.
Mildred.
I've been looking everywhere for you.
Well, you found me.
[both chuckle]
And just in time, too.
I'm getting out of here in a week.
Really?
Yeah, next Wednesday.
8:00 a.m.
Oh, Edmund.
I will be here.
I'll take you with me.
We will stay together.
I promise.
Yeah, I'd like that.
[bell jingles]
[man] Play time's over!
Next Wednesday, 8:00 a.m.
-[Mildred chuckles] -Don't forget.
When I went back the next week...
he was already gone.
He lied to me.
He had been released the day before.
On a Tuesday.
He told me Wednesday.
But I'd left him behind all those years ago,
so it was payback, I guess.
Oh, Mildred.
No, there was nothing you could have done for him.
He was already too broken by then.
His mother was a woman by the name of Margaret McGuire.
Before she died of a drug overdose,
she had been a nun.
And claimed to have been raped by a man named Joseph Sullivan...
one of the four priests that Edmund murdered.
Oh, God.
[breathing heavily]
Mildred.
I know that you want to help him,
but don't waste your life trying to save someone who cannot be saved.
[sobs quietly]
[Trevor] I feel like you might be overreacting.
You just lost your job, that's all.
So moving East?
Don't choose a long-term solution to a short-term problem.
Governor Wilburn is not a nice man.
He's not the dirtiest there is, but he's not the cleanest, either.
The second I get close to a job with another elected,
he'll threaten them, or make up lies about me.
My only chance for a job in politics is...
to go back East, far away from him.
Oh, my darling.
Ex-darling.
Gwendolyn...
I will miss you.
I'm sorry about the things that I said when it ended.
That was...
that was not my finest hour.
-I was hurt-- -Trevor, Trevor--
No, let me say this.
I was hurt... because I did love you so much.
I do.
But as per absolutely always, you were right.
There is a better life out there for the both of us.
I met...
I met a wonderful man, Gwen.
His name is Andrew,
and he is just...
everything I thought I couldn't have,
so I owe you for him.
Oh, I'm so glad.
I'm so glad.
Wherever you end up, whatever you need, I will always be there for you.
And I will always love you.
[knocking]
I was hoping we could talk.
[Mildred] You checked out of the motel.
I tried to telephone you.
The governor's fired me, Mildred.
My career is over.
I'm going home to Connecticut to live with my mother.
Maybe I can get a job at the five-and-dime.
May I offer you some tea?
I would love some. Thank you.
You lied to me from the very beginning.
You used me as a way to keep your brother alive.
I didn't lie to you.
I just-- I couldn't tell you everything right away--
Mildred! You lied!
Until the lie didn't serve you anymore.
Then you decided to tell the truth.
And I understand that the world has not been kind to you,
and I'm sorry for that, I truly am,
but that doesn't give you the right to dissemble at every possible opportunity
to the people around you whose only mistake was to care about you.
I know that.
Do you?
Because I honestly don't think that you do.
My feelings for you are real.
I don't think...
that you have any idea what your feelings are,
because you have been lying for so long.
It's second nature to you.
You even lie to yourself.
Well, your lying
and your selfishness have cost me... everything.
I don't know what my life is anymore.
I don't understand how I got so... tangled up in you,
and I don't understand whether my feelings for you are real.
And you waltzed into my heart, and I cannot get you out.
Gwendolyn.
I love you.
Gwendolyn.
I don't even know what I'm supposed to say to that.
And anyway, I don't believe you!
What I kept from you...
that was not easy for me to do.
I wanted to tell you everything.
And I understand how awful that would make you feel,
how used you must have felt.
The lies I told to get into that hospital, to get closer to Edmund...
Those were amoral acts, and I understand that completely,
but you must understand that I had no choice.
And if I had to, I would do it all over again.
I wish you could leave the pain I've caused behind us.
Let go of the resentment, the suspicion.
My feelings for you are the truest thing in me.
I love you. Do you hear me?
I love you.
Dr. Hanover is dead.
He's...
No, no, no.
Please...
tell me... tell me you didn't--
No, no. [chuckles]
No, I had nothing to do with it,
but as a result, I have come into some money.
I-- I don't want to hear what I'm sure are all the sordid particulars.
Gwendolyn, it means we can-- we can run away together, you and--
And my answer to you, Mildred, is no.
That is not what my life is going to be.
Our life.
-It is not! -Why?
All right. Do you hear me? That is not what my life is going to be.
-Why not? Why? -It just isn't.
Because I had an x-ray yesterday.
Because the doctor wanted to see how my lung was healing.
And he found a tumor the size of a walnut inside my left breast.
What?
And I don't have long.
-We will find someone. -We?
We'll find a doctor.
-Yes, we. You have to. -No. You have to stop.
-Listen to me, God damn it-- -You have to stop!
There is nothing that anyone can do!
[softly] Okay.
Okay.
I'm going to find someone.
A doctor.
We have all the money in the world.
We will go to the ends of the Earth if we have to.
[whispering] I love you, do you hear me? I will not lose you.
[voice wavering] Oh, Mildred...
I love you.
[slow harp music]
Next page.
There it is, there it is.
Fucking Diego.
Mm, the nerve.
Told the police that I had him kill my mother.
Can you imagine?
[chuckles]
Of course, they didn't believe him.
Stupid fool.
I miss my mother.
Master Henry, your lawyer is here.
This is the last will and testament of Lenore Hortense Osgood.
"I will, devise, bequeath and give half of all my property and estate
of every kind and character,
including but not limited to real and personal property,
in which I may have an interest at the date of my death,
to...
the West Indies Art Foundation
for the construction of a museum in Bridgetown, Barbados,
of which the paintings and sculptures I have purchased over the years
will constitute a permanent collection.
The other half...
will go to my monkey, Petunia, and her continued care."
What?!
-Wha--?! -[object clatters]
"My son, Henry, will be transferred to the care of a psychiatric institution,
where he will spend the rest of his life.
I hereby revoke any and all prior wills and codicils I have made. Signed,
L.H. Osgood."
[screeches]
[Bucket] I realize this news comes as a shock to most of you.
But I assure you, this transition in leadership
has been and will remain seamless,
with fewer bizarre...
[chuckling] ...and seemingly...
[breathes deeply] ...avoidable incidents.
I have been named interim head of Lucia State Hospital
until Dr. Hanover's replacement can be found.
The selection and interview process for qualified candidates...
It could take a while.
But Nurse Ratched has agreed to stay on.
And I am promoting Huck Finnegan to the position of head nurse,
so that we will be able to continue caring for our existing patients,
as well as seeking out new ones.
And it is my mission that every bed in this facility will be filled
as soon as is practical.
But make no mistake,
it is a new day at this hospital,
and I am overjoyed and humbled to have been given the opportunity
to provide you all with an example of leadership, grace,
and world-class caregiving for the neediest among us.
Now, let's get to work.
[nurse] Excuse me?
Um, what about doctors?
Do we even have any?
Honestly...
who needs them?