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Don't answer it.

There's a killer of women on the loose.

They caught that guy. Threw him in the nuthouse.

At Briarcliff.

He's in there with Lana.

I have to recant.

I'm recanting tomorrow.

That might be tough. You signed a document.

Not that anyone would blame you.

I'm gonna be sick.

Lois, don't.

You don't know who's out there.

Trick or treat!

Check out the mass murderers, Barb.

Is today Halloween?

Tomorrow. These little monsters are just getting a jump on the competition.

I don't have any candy.

That's okay, Miss Pizer. We'll come back tomorrow.

Good job, the kids.

Halloween.

Nothing makes sense without her.

I just see it myself.

Hey, you want me to stay over tonight?

No, I'll be okay.

I just need a hot shower and a good night's sleep.

Tomorrow I'm gonna get her out of that place.

You can say that you made a mistake.

You got scared and you hit the panic button.

I have to get her out.

and hoping and thinking and praying planning and dreaming his kisses will

start that won't get you into his heart so

if you're thinking all you

gotta do is hold him

and kiss him and squeeze him and love him yeah

The children, they won't understand.

Thank you.

Up and out. Now.

Out of the bed. Come on, stand out in the hall.

Right there.

Room search, Miss Winters. We find it keeps our charges honest.

Food violation.

Oh, Pepper.

Now tell me, why is it we don't allow food in the rooms?

That's right.

Why can't you get that through your pointy little head? Hey, sister!

I have a cucumber in my room.

But not because I was hungry.

Stifle yourself, Shelly. I'll be with you in a minute. Find anything, Frank?

Nope. Looks clean to me. Check the pillowcase.

Uh-huh. Here we are.

October 28th, strip searched in the Laos, denied phone call. Who would you

like to call, Miss Winters?

The American Civil Lesbians Union?

My editor knows I came here to write a story.

And boy, do I have a great scoop for him now. Ah, yes. You know, I've read your

columns about baked beans, gallivanting geese who lost their way home.

Riveting. Too bad your ambition outweighs your talent.

I need those, Sister.

I have an excellent memory.

Yeah?

We'll see about that.

Ah, Sister Jude.

Always a pleasure to lay one's eyes on your sunny visage.

We have a problem.

The little sapphic reporter?

Yes, I noticed she'd been giving you fits.

I believe that her memories are her worst enemy.

They're terrorizing her.

Impeding.

Repentance. So you would like to help erase some of them? Bring her a little

peace of mind.

Correct. Is electroshock therapy something you would suggest?

My.

That is quite a turnaround, sister.

The last time I suggested electroshock therapy, you accused me of being a

sadistic barbarian. I prayed about it.

When I wasn't praying for you to find a halfway decent haberdasher.

And I came to the understanding that this therapy is just another tool in his

bountiful tool chest.

Get them off! Help me!

Help me!

Please let me go!

Help me!

This woman is a kidnapper. She's a kidnapper. She blackmailed my lover into

committing this. Please help me! I don't belong here! Get me out of here!

You're right.

She is a noisy one. Help me!

In your interest, sister, perhaps you'd like to assist.

Just hold these by her temple.

You're not squeamish, are you?

Sit down.

Gentlemen. I can handle it from here, thank you.

Mr. Walker, Dr. Oliver Threadson.

Patient is 24 years old.

All right, if I call your kid?

Sure.

Completed grades, K through 12, no higher education.

Patient is believed responsible for the murders of multiple women, including his

wife.

It seems unreasonable for me that a man should be denied the right to smoke.

Victim's bodies were discovered in a remote field, drained of blood,

decapitated. The murders may have started as a purging of racial guilt at

what his conditioning would have viewed as an illicit coupling.

Do you know why I'm here, Kit?

You're the head shrinker the court sent to see if I'm crazy. If you say I am,

they leave me here to rot. And if you say I'm not, they put me on trial and

then fry me.

Patient is manipulative.

Trouble is, I'm not crazy.

And I didn't kill those ladies. What about your wife?

Almost not dead. That body didn't have a head. None of the bodies had heads, kid.

Initially, you told police that you were... I know what I said!

But it wasn't Alma.

See, I know that now.

Because I'm starting to remember.

And I saw her.

After they took her, she was alive.

They?

The men from outer space?

They have it.

Diagnosis, acute clinical insanity.

Dr.

Arden, you're like a shadow.

How is my favorite little helper today? They had quite the ferocious appetite

last night.

Did you hear them?

No. Expected to find the basket torn to pieces.

Please, doctor, you must tell me.

What are these creatures?

All in good time.

You haven't said anything to Sister Jude, have you? No, of course not. It's

our secret. Good.

A small token of my gratitude.

Candy apple.

Looks delicious, but I can't. Go ahead.

Oh, sister, life is too short for regrets.

Take a taste.

No, I really shouldn't. Sister Jude says sweets lead to sin. I said take a taste.

Did you do what I said?

Did you toss your shit at him?

Did you at least spit at him? I can't do it. I can't play crazy.

What I need to do... is escape this place now before he files that report

and I'm screwed.

There is no escape.

I gave you your way out. Think.

Think hard.

There's got to be a way out of this place.

I need to find them.

What about the bakery? Aren't there delivery vans?

How does that work?

You disguise yourself as a giant loaf of pumpernickel?

Sister Jude.

I'm Dr. Oliver Threadson.

Ah, the court-appointed psychiatrist.

You've seen our killer of women, I trust?

What's it going to be?

Are you going to spare the taxpayers the expense of a trial, or will I have a bed

opening up?

I haven't made a determination yet.

Might we speak privately about the conditions here?

Conditions? What conditions might those be? In just the short time that I've

been here, I have witnessed appalling things.

Abused.

Malpractice? Candidly, I'm shocked.

It's a madhouse, doctor.

What did you expect?

I expected some form of treatment.

Therapy. Sister, your hospital still administers electroshock therapy to

treat homosexuality. It's barbaric. Behavior modification is the current

standard. Tomato, tomato.

You know, Dr. Threadson, let me remind you. Your job here is to write a

recommendation to the court regarding the sanity of one patient.

So I suggest you do your job and let me do mine.

Now, if you'll excuse me, there's another unfortunate family who requires

our care.

Jed's been a good boy. He's always listened. He's never talked back.

Our problems started a month ago. Mrs. Potter, you needn't worry.

Good boys gone bad is my area of expertise.

I've had great success in curbing the chronic masturbator.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt.

We haven't finished our conversation, Sister Jude. I didn't realize you had

company. I'm Dr. Fredson, psychiatrist here.

I'm at your service.

You need to leave, Doctor.

Oh, Sister Jude, please. Our boy is troubled. We could use a doctor's

opinion.

How can I help?

Jed just turned 17.

Over the last month, he's grown listless and moody.

Sometimes he doesn't get up from bed for days, and then the next moment, it's

like someone tied a live wire to his body.

Adolescence can be a time of conflict and rebellion.

No, Doctor.

Jed sees things. He hears voices that aren't there. I'm afraid he'll bring

us harm.

Yesterday, we heard terrible cries coming from the barn.

When I got there, I found Jed covered in blood, speaking a language no one could

understand.

And then I saw what he had done. He had ripped open the belly of our best

Guernsey.

Jed?

Ate her heart.

It was unholy. It was...

It was like something had stepped inside my boy's body and taken over his

soul.

Nothing?

For a man whose profession relies on talk, talk, talk, you appear to be at a

loss for words, Doctor.

I would need to see him in order to provide an accurate diagnosis.

We brought him here. Let's go see the boy now.

Dr. Threadson, you are but a guest in our institution.

Don't! We're out your welcome the first day.

Mother,

where am I? I'm scared.

This is a hospital. Doctors are here to help you.

Jed?

Jet needs to be immediately medicated.

No, Doctor.

That's not what this boy needs.

This hurts my burns.

The harder you fight, the harder it feels.

What are you doing under there?

Culling out mustard in the library with a wrench.

I like the view from this window.

All the bare trees.

Bleak and beautiful.

Do you ever dream of escaping?

All you new people.

There is no way out. What if I said I know a way?

You'd be full of shit.

There's a tunnel.

It's real.

I came in through it.

Wow. They really muster their mind. What meds are you on?

I need someone to help me pull up and escape.

But nobody else can know.

Do you have to take Kit? Absolutely not.

He's a vicious murderer.

They can make you believe anything.

There have been plenty of killers here.

Kit's not one of them.

He can't come.

That's my line in the sand.

You have trouble trusting people, yes?

You would too if the person you loved most in the world betrayed you.

Threw you away forever.

I know what that's like.

I saw you flirting with Our Lady of Perpetual Virginity.

You want to see my candy apple?

Get your filthy hands off me.

Come on, Doc.

Bend me over a bread ruck and pound me into shape.

You're a dirty little slut with a poisonous tongue.

I just want to go outside for 15 minutes in the sun, please.

I just want to feel the sun on my skin.

I'll do anything.

No.

Whores get nothing.

Men like sex. No one calls them whores.

I hate that word. It's so ugly.

I'm into pleasure.

Ever since I was five years old and I slipped my fingers inside for the very

first time, I could do it all day.

My mother made me wear mittens to bed.

Because you're a little slut.

No.

Because she didn't understand me.

So I ran away from home, met some jazz musicians, real free thinkers.

I fell in love with the bass player.

Big mistake.

As soon as he put a ring on my finger, I was his property.

He could screw everybody in town, and I had to stay home and scrub his dirty

drawers.

So come Fleet Week, he gets home and finds me in bed with two Navy guys.

And I told him, it's not for self, but for country.

He decked me flat out, threw me in the car, and locked me in a nut house.

And the sickest part is, they let him.

Because I like sex.

That's my crime.

Am I supposed to be moved by that pathetic tale of woe?

Please.

Just asking for five minutes in the sun.

A little fresh air.

You make me sick.

In my estimation, the county hospital might be better equipped to treat your

son. They already called in the specialists.

Mr. and Mrs. Potter, are you aware what kind of specialist is on his way here?

Monsignor explained the situation to us.

I've instructed Sister Mary Eunice to observe lights out at 7 o'clock. Excuse

me. We will not tolerate tomfoolery from the residents tonight.

A wise precaution, Sister.

Monsignor. Father.

This must be... The tiresome Dr.

Threadson. Dr.

Threadson, Sister Jude was just sharing with me your concern.

It is 1964, for God's sake, an exorcism.

You can't be serious.

The times may have changed, Doctor, but the nature of evil has not.

You expect me to stand by as some witch doctor comes in here and... Stand by?

On the contrary, Doctor.

What I expect is for you to assist.

I beg your pardon. You may view us as...

backward and barbaric, but the church requires a licensed physician to be

present at all exorcisms. As a psychiatrist, you're also a medical

doctor. But you are mistaken. If you think that by making me an accomplice to

this, I won't report what I've seen here. You're an unbeliever.

Good. Not like having one in the room.

Ups me game.

Asking for it. I have to write it down or I'll forget.

You better tell me now, Lena.

Before you forget, tell me where the tunnel is. No.

We go together.

That's the only way. And not a word to him.

That's my deal.

What the hell are you doing?

Okay, everybody, let's go.

Sister Jude wants everyone to get an extra good night's sleep. So the common

room is closing early.

Thank you, but give me back my notes. What's the matter? Don't you trust me?

Come on, let's go.

No woman should trust you. Come on, up and out. Move your feet. They can't find

these on you. Let's go.

Why are you hurting me? Don't listen to it. The demon is a liar.

If he speaks to you, do not answer. Just do your job.

God, this boy's pulse is almost non-existent.

Your work here is done, my daughter. Go sit with

the parents. This is no place for a woman.

I'm stronger than you think.

The potters will be needed with some of that strength.

Godspeed.

Sister Jude.

All right, gentlemen. It's

time to do God's work.

Stanley?

May I?

Oh, thank you.

Are we having dinner?

You know, you only booked me for an hour and a half.

Actually, I find the anticipation far more erotic than the act itself.

I find a big cock even more erotic.

If you're going to be vulgar, I'd just as soon you not speak at all.

I'm sorry.

I can be classy if you want.

It's just that most men like to hear me talk dirty.

Of all the composers from the Romantic era, I love Chopin the most.

Are you familiar with this waltz? No.

Les Adieux.

It was inspired by his childhood sweetheart who refused his hand in

marriage.

Can you hear the longing?

Oh, yes.

To us.

To an evening of romance.

To us. This is a Chateau Saint-Estephe, one of the finest bottles of Cabernet

Sauvignon you will ever taste in your entire life.

As well.

You'll have to forgive me, Stan.

I have to keep my wits about me. I don't drink alcohol on dates. And I don't

kiss. Not on the mouth.

Hey, what do you say I dance for you?

Come on, Stan.

I can really shake it if you've got something with a beat.

You will sit down.

In your line of work, it must have been frightening meeting strange men.

What with a killer on the loose, skinning and decapitating women.

A great weight must have been lifted now that he's been captured, and you're

perfectly safe.

Look at you.

I see what you've become.

I'm glad I gave you up.

Don't listen to a doctor. We honor you in Jesus Christ.

Stick up your ass, father.

Yes,

we've already heard that bit. Now step ahead.

And the Lord said to the cripple, take up thy bed and fly.

Our boy.

How's our boy?

He's fighting very hard.

Sister Jude, will you join me?

We've taken Father Malachi to the infirmary. I may have to say nice rains.

Watch over him. I'll be back. Pray, sister.

Speak only to God.

Please, I can't see.

Please, someone help me.

Somebody help me.

It drives you crazy, doesn't it? To be the smartest person in the room with no

real power because of that smelly clam between your legs.

That's why you became a whore, isn't it, sister?

You're wearing red knickers right now.

Oh, come on, sister.

Put me in your mouth. You've had 53 cocks in there already?

You were the town punk, weren't you, sister?

A little bit later on.

A little bit later on.

Just wait and you'll see how lonely you'll be.

A little bit later on.

Come on, boys.

Who wants to dance with me?

Hello, soldier.

Take me home.

I can't.

Baby's sleeping.

Tell me about the little girl in blue, Judy.

The young girl, the innocent.

And you so drunk you couldn't find your way home.

Never even bothered to get out of the car.

You are a murderer, Judy.

You're a murderer.

Murderer. Murderer. Shut up. You shut up. You shut up. I'm a liar.

Hit me hard. I'm a liar.

Hit me hard. I'm a liar. Get around, father.

It's you she thinks of when she touches herself at night.

I was weak.

I purged the demon myself. Go. Be with the parents. Go.

Oh, Jesus Christ!

There's no more time for prayers.

It's power failure.

This is our chance.

He's in cardiac arrest.

What?

I think it's just through that door. Grace!

No,

he can't come with us.

Get away from us. I read what you wrote about me. I'm not a killer or a

psychopath. You're a liar. Get away from us. Stop. I'm not leaving without him. I

am not setting him loose so he can kill again.

You're wrong.

We'll go find a way out ourselves.

He's dead.

Almost ready.

Is the trashy makeup gone? Clean as a virgin.

What is taking you so long?

I told

you

not to touch anything.

You don't have to pay me. I just have to get the money.

You're not going anywhere, sister.

Now, pick those up and go lie on the bed.

I told you to lie on the bed.

Stick off your panties like I asked you?

Slowly.

Show me your mossy bank.

Slowly.

Oh, I'm so sorry, sister.

I didn't mean to frighten you. I was only trying to protect your modesty.

No.

You can never frighten me, Doctor.

You make me feel safe.

I heard about your fainting spell.

I wish I could have been there. I did ask for you. But I know how busy you

are. Saving lives.

Yes.

Well, I'm here now with strict instructions.

Rest and relaxation.

What about the creatures?

Forgive me. It's a bit disconcerting to see you out of costume.

Oh.

I'm sorry, Doctor.

I would hate to distract you from the important work of the day.

Don't be silly.

To me...

The human body is nothing more than a complex machine, like a clock full of

cogs and sprockets.

Now, you try to get some rest.

I'll check back with the nurse in a few hours.

Are you going to cane me? If so, can we get on with it?

Now, why would I cane you? I've learned to assume the worst.

It was a long night for all of us.

A lesson in the power of Satan.

One can never let one's guard down.

Until last night, I considered you a corrupt little opportunist. But God...

Always surprises me.

I know what it took for you to call the Adelies.

Couldn't have been easy, but you did it anyway.

And for that, you deserve something special.

Open the door.

Go ahead.

Open the door and see your treat.

Bring him in.

These two didn't show your courage and wisdom, and as such will be punished.

Your reward is... You will not.

You're so twisted.

Don't make me change my mind, Miss Lana Banana.

Which of these would you like to see on our Grace's bear behind, and which one

on our doe-eyed James Dean copycat?

Go ahead, big one.

Oh, come on, Miss Winters.

Live large.

I'm so sorry, Grace. Screw you, Judas, bitch.

Stand up, Grace.

Stand up.

I'm the guilty one here, sister.

She was a pawn.

She's not the one who deserves to be punished. I am.

She was just trying to help a friend. A desperate friend.

He seems to think you're just one big scoop of melting strawberry

ice cream.

Stand over there.

So that was 20 lashes each. So that makes...

Foddy for you, Sir Galahad.