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Mr. Goodman.

Mr. Goodman was my father.

Please call me son.

I am sorry we have to meet like this, but confidentiality is the heart and

soul of my world. Yes, Mother Claudia explained all that to me.

She's the only one who knows I'm here.

I'd like to keep it that way.

The Monsignor?

He thinks I've lost my mind, but... I haven't. I, um... I

trust my instincts.

Instincts are everything.

We ignore them at our peril.

Do I... pay you for this? No, no, no, no. I don't do this for money.

It's more of a calling.

Did you lose someone?

Everyone.

Is that for me?

Please sit.

Thank you.

He goes by the name Arden, but I believe his real name may be Grouper.

He may have been an SS doctor.

I mean, there's hardly anything at all in there.

Just a home address, and even that may be a lie.

Probably is a lie, all of it. What do you mean?

Have you heard of Operation Paperclip?

After the war, the Joint Intelligence Objectives Agency actively recruited the

best Nazi scientists to gather around Truman's express orders to exclude Nazi

supporters. They created false biographies for these men.

Forgive the question, but have you ever seen him without a shirt on?

Me? Oh, no, no, never.

It says have a tattoo of their blood type here.

It's how they were easily identified by Dalit forces after the liberation.

Do I need to look for it? No, no, no, no, no.

In fact, don't do anything.

until I've completed my work.

If he is who you suspect, the last thing you want to do is corner him.

Dr. Arden, stop!

You leave him there.

Where's Sister Jude?

I have to speak to her right away. This man is a monster.

You should see what he's got in his office.

Go, Sister.

I've waited so many years for this.

I can wait a few more minutes.

Chuck O'Connor, I'll blow your goddamn head off.

Thank you.

You put up a bit of a fight, I hear.

You had to be sedated.

Where did you get the gun, Anne?

I took it off one of those detectives.

And here's a good thing I did.

He would have killed me.

Dr. Hardin?

Gruber. Hans Gruber, I told you. He's a Nazi.

A thing in his lab. Did you see it? What thing?

Tell me. What do you think you saw?

Oh, God.

I got rid of it before anyone could see. Dr. Arden was in no condition to do any

such thing.

When I arrived, he was being rushed to the hospital.

Good. I hope he dies. Now, come on.

Wake up.

He's not going to die.

He'll be back here soon.

Maybe with the police.

Maybe with the Monsignor, you could end up on his operating table and I out in

the street.

So before that happens, I want you to tell me what you think you saw.

Go and look.

We did look.

Now, Frank says you claimed to have seen some sort of creature.

that it was alive.

Maybe it escaped on its own.

I thought that, Sister.

It had no legs.

Sister Jude, can't you see I'm busy?

There's a man in your office.

What man?

Did he say what he wanted?

His wife.

Her name is Charlotte.

Charlotte Brown is her married name. She was born Charlotte Cohen.

That's our son, David.

He's a sweet little boy, but he has a colic.

Cries five, six times a night.

Nothing we can do to comfort him. It's enough to make anyone a little cuckoo,

especially a woman as high-strung as Charlotte.

Cuckoo.

High-strung.

How about world-class actress?

That's how it all started. She read the diary, and when she was eight months

pregnant, we drove down to Boston to see a production of Anne Frank.

Just sort of hit her in some personal way when she saw the play.

I would say that people sometimes remark that she resembled Anne Frank.

They were the same age.

So, the tattoo on her arm.

And all of this happened after a night in the theater?

No. It all started after we had the baby. She couldn't sleep because of the

crying. She said it made her feel powerless.

She began to turn a deaf ear, and then she began leaving the house and going to

the library to read about Auschwitz. It was almost like she wanted to relive it,

that she somehow could change the outcome.

She'd go on about these babies who were gassed and tortured, and I'd ask her.

Have your own baby, Charlotte.

He doesn't want me. He wants you. He wants his mother. I keep telling you I

can't help it.

He's not the one who needs me.

She'd come home with bags full of old newspapers and art supplies.

She'd disappear into the den to work on a project.

Sounds to me like a classic case of postpartum psychosis.

How long have you been standing there, Dr. Butinsky?

Long enough to make a pretty good diagnosis.

The obsession, the manic behavior, the disconnection from her baby. My wife

isn't a psychotic.

She's a very emotional person.

She needs to come home. I think that's dangerous.

Did you hear what he said?

The man wants his wife at home.

Does it make me change my clothes, Sister Jude?

Why do I have to wear this uncomfortable dress?

I don't care for it anymore.

It'll help make the transition easier.

You're letting me go?

Charlotte?

Oh, my God, Charlotte.

I've been looking for you.

My name is Anne.

Charlotte, it's time to come home.

Stay away from me.

My name is Anne Frank.

I'm a death camp survivor.

You're my wife and the mother of our baby.

Please, stop this and come home with me. No, you don't know me.

This is the truth.

You have to help me.

I'm helping you, Charlotte.

I'm trying to reunite you with your family. What about Grouper? His crimes

against humanity?

Go home.

Go home.

David needs you.

Hi, baby.

I need you.

Everything's going to be all right.

You'll see.

You're making a

mistake.

Forget about a doctor.

None of our concern anymore.

Kit Walker is my concern. What's this barbaric rumor I hear about

sterilization? It's not a rumor.

You're not a doctor. You have no right to authorize medical procedures without

their consent.

We always talked about having two or three.

Always tomorrow.

And now there'll be no tomorrow.

For either of us.

I'm so sorry.

I got us into this mess.

No, I don't regret what we did.

There's no one to blame except Sister Jude.

I think she's the devil.

Yes. If you hurry, you might be able to have supper.

Supper?

I thought you were taking me for the operation.

No, kid.

Sister Gio changed her mind.

She said you showed signs of true redemption.

You're being released from solitary.

Yay.

What about Grace?

Oh, I haven't forgotten about her.

I can't believe you'll hear me say this, but I actually miss the food from the

kitchen. Oh, you won't be eating tonight.

No food for 12 hours before the procedure.

You said, sister, you'd change your mind.

Forget.

Rest up, dear.

You're going under the knife in the morning. You'll need your strength. No.

No, you can't do that.

Let me out!

Thank you.

We're leaving right after dinner.

Meet me by the front staircase at six o'clock.

Kit, I'm sorry to keep you waiting. Doc, you gotta help Grace.

Jude's gonna sterilize her.

That's not right.

Grace isn't my patient, Kit.

You are.

So, why don't we just concentrate on you, and then I'll see what I can do for

Grace. Deal?

Have you given thought to what we discussed last time?

You want me to say I killed Alma and those other ladies?

Only if you believe it's true.

You need to give yourself permission to remember.

I think one way to do that is to hear it in your own words.

I want you to describe what you think happened.

And I'll play it back for you so you can hear it in your own voice with your own

ears. And if I do that, you're going to tell the courts that I should stay here

and that I don't go to the chair?

Yes.

That is the bargain.

But I need to feel you're sincere.

My name is Kit Walker.

And I murdered my wife.

Don't fight it.

It'll only make it worse.

Who is it?

What are you?

My name is Alma.

Can you take down a message for Mr. Goodman?

Goodman, tell him it was all a mistake.

He should just go back home. I gave him the wrong information.

No, the wrong information.

Thanks.

What information was that?

It's not important.

It sounded to me as if there was some juicy little tidbit stuck in your craw.

Oh, come on, sister, spit it up.

You'll feel better.

How's your leg?

Please, let's dispense with the small talk, shall we? You and I both know that

during my absence, you finally got a chance to stick your nose in my lab.

A patient made a complaint.

I was obliged to follow up.

And? It wasn't all that interesting.

Do you mind?

You should probably know that I plan on pressing charges.

To what end?

She's a confused young woman. No, not her. You.

On your watch, that crazy bitch got a hold of a loaded gun, and you sent her

home without so much as a slap on the wrist.

Your ineptitude is staggering.

Dr. Adam, I know...

In the past, you and I have had our differences, and you're certainly

entitled to a sense of safety here. I hope perhaps you and I can start afresh.

Is that your idea of an apology?

Is that what you're looking for?

An apology?

No.

I'd prefer you grovel.

I think I'm entitled to it.

Perhaps if you prostrated yourself on the floor and begged my forgiveness.

No?

Barring that, I have no other option but to call the Monsignor and demand your

dismissal.

You're through here, sister.

And you know it.

Let me do that.

Sister, I didn't hear you.

Not now.

It's all right, Arthur.

You have nothing to be ashamed of.

All the nuns here have had some training as nurses. Sit.

I have a meeting to speak to you.

I wanted to apologize for my behavior the night of the storm. It was...

untoward.

What do you say we chalk it up to the barometric pressure and never speak of

it again?

I know what you did, sister.

Thank you for protecting me.

Protecting us?

Even though I don't fully understand your work, I feel I've been an important

part of it.

And so you have, my cherub.

You'll be free to continue that work once Sister Jude has been turned out.

The Monsignor will put you in charge, and you'll need a strong right hand.

Someone you can trust.

I trust you.

Completely.

And I'm very impressed that you managed to get her out and into the woods all on

your own.

You'd be surprised.

She weighed very little.

Well, well, well.

Look what the cat dragged in.

That didn't take very long, though, did it?

Stay away from me.

I'm not so tough without your gun.

You didn't give it much of a chance.

I have to go to work.

I'm afraid to leave her alone. It's a period of adjustment.

I mean, you said yourself, a baby needs its mother. A normal mother, yes.

Charlotte's not normal.

She's worse.

At least before she could tune out the crying.

Charlotte?

Do you want to hold your baby?

Please, darling.

Why don't I do that?

Hey, stop it!

Are you insane?

I thought if I brought her home, she'd spend time with us. She'd remember who

she was, see how much we need her.

Please, sister.

You have to take her. I can't handle her.

Isn't there some family that could stay with her?

She needs professional help. The care of a good doctor.

Like the doctor that came in here and diagnosed her.

He seemed to understand what she needed. Dr. Threadson.

You're welcome to consult with him if that's what you want.

Frank.

Find Dr. Threadson.

Send him here.

Walk out the door and walk straight to my car. Do you understand?

What do you mean? How do we get past the guard?

Like I said, walk.

Hey, Jimmy.

Dr. Threadson!

Excuse me.

Dr.

Arden? That's right.

Oh, my God.

You're the man my wife shot.

Thank you for not pressing charges. She doesn't know what she's doing.

She's out of her mind.

Yes, I'm aware of that, Mr. Brown. But you needn't worry.

I see no reason for punitive action.

Not when there's a far more humane remedy at hand.

As a matter of fact, we could do it tonight.

Then she'd be home by tomorrow.

A new woman.

Dr. Threadson!

Dr. Threadson, Sister Judy's asking for you. Anne Frank, or whoever she is. Her

husband brought her back.

I don't work here anymore, Frank.

As a matter of fact, I never did.

You can tell her I said that.

Are you sure that this is safe?

Not only safe, but highly effective.

In my hands, the transorbital lobotomy has become as routine as filling

a cavity.

Bad news.

We searched everywhere.

Lana Winters is nowhere to be found.

I'm certain she's off ground, sister.

You know, when I was a child, I'd come home after school to an empty

house.

My father had flown the coop. My mother worked as a maid in a hotel.

It was lonely.

So I brought in a baby squirrel I'd found and kept him in a shoebox.

And then one day when I came home, he looked sickly.

He was dead already, but I didn't know that.

I'd forgotten to feed him for a couple

days.

So I took them out of the box and I laid them on the table and I prayed my heart

out for several hours.

And when my mother came home and found us, she screamed bloody murder. She

picked them up and threw them in the garbage.

She worked hard, my mother.

She was exhausted and she couldn't have known.

how cruel that was.

But I cried and cried, saying, God didn't answer my prayers.

I remember my

mother was powering herself a whiskey,

the Martin family cure for everything.

She looked at me and laughed.

God always answers our prayers, Judy.

It's just rarely... the answer we're looking for.

It's over for me, Frank.

My goose is cooked.

I certainly hope you're not blaming yourself.

Men are never gonna accept a woman taking charge Especially not a woman as

strong as you are In my opinion you never really had a chance

How much poisons do we have?

Make yourself at home.

Dr. Threadson?

Oliver.

I really appreciate everything you've done, but I think I want to go to my

house.

Lana, once they discover you missing, the first place they'll look is there.

You're much safer here, at least for the night.

First thing in the morning, we go to the police. I already have an appointment

set up with Detective Spears. I trust him implicitly.

We present the evidence. Together, we shut down Briarcliff.

That place is behind you. Please, come in.

Have a seat.

You've had an incredibly stressful day.

I'm going to prescribe a little something to take the edge off.

I don't want any medicine.

A big delicious glass of wine.

Well, that doesn't sound half bad.

White or red?

Red.

No calls.

I was trying to get a hold of my friend Lois. She might have heard something

about Wendy. Lena, you have to realize that I am at risk as well here.

I broke you out of the mental institution.

I can't afford to let anyone know where you are.

Not until I go public tomorrow.

You're gonna write about this.

You're gonna win a Pulitzer Prize.

I just know it, Lana.

You're the person to tell my story.

Your story?

Here's to taking down Briarcliff.

Hear, hear.

Mint? Boy, that wine, um, went straight to my head.

Would you mind if I used your restroom?

Sure.

It's right down the hall.

I think I made a wrong turn.

I see you found my little hobby.

You make furniture?

Lamps, mainly.

I make the shades myself.

Really?

What kind of material do you use?

Skin.

Grace? Come on.

Hey, we need a doctor!

Those bastards. I can't believe they actually did it. Dr. Threadson, he

promised me this wasn't going to happen.

You're under arrest for the murder of Donna Burton, Allison Rydell, and Alma

Walker.

Wait. Where's Threadson?

You guys need to talk to Dr. Threadson. No, we don't. It's a mistake.

We had his evaluation and your tape confession.

Come on, kid, let's go.

No, he didn't do it.

She's alive.

What? Everything you said is true.

For Christ's sake, let me talk to her!

Stop!

She's been on ice for a while.

I was hoping she'd be a little more pliable by the time you came to.

What's happening?

What did you do to her?

Kept her fresh.

Normally, by now, I would have... removed the skin.

And head.

But we need to keep her around a little longer for our purposes.

We're gonna continue our therapy now, Lena.

You can begin by kissing her cold lips.

We could consider each other a neighbor, a friend, or a brother.

It could be a wonderful, wonderful world. It could be a wonderful world.

If each little kid could have fresh milk each day.

If each working man had enough time for play.

If each homeless soul had a...

Honey, I'm home.

What are you kids up to?

They're just cleaning up down here.

They smelled something yummy in the kitchen.

Pot roast with carrots, potatoes, and onions.

Well, I'm gonna make a martini.

Don't be silly.

I can make that for you. I can clean up down here tomorrow.

Is that trash?

I can take this.

That would be swell.

You seem happy, sweetheart.

Are you as happy as you look?

I've never been happier.

It could be a wonderful, wonderful world. It could be a wonderful world.