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911, what is your emergency?

You need to send a car to Briarcliff. They're waiting. Who's waiting?

I've been a very busy boy.

Can you give me your name?

Hello? You'll know my name when you see them. They were imposters.

Police!

Anybody here?

Jesus, Bobby.

Holy shit.

Thank you.

I used to think it must be my fault.

My own child, who lived inside me for nine months.

Someone I nursed and bathed and held and sang lullabies to.

I have two other children.

Sister, both of them perfectly normal.

She sounds like quite a handful, Mrs. Reynolds, but...

We do not have a children's ward here.

Oh, but she's more than a child, sister.

In fact, that's the problem. She's always seemed like an adult.

Do you know that she's never cried? Not once, not even when she was a little

baby.

I'm going to tell you something I haven't told anyone.

Jenny and her little friend Josie were playing after school.

I told them to go out into the woods to gather leaves. We were going to make a

fall wreath.

See, Josie was the only one who would play with Jenny, and I wanted it to go

well.

i tried to stop him but he was bigger than me and he said he would kill me too

if i didn't stand very still and be quiet he was tall he had a beard

and a brown jacket and they never found the bearded man with the brown coat i

take it they searched two days ago i was doing the laundry and i found this in

her pocket i can't go to the police Sister, I can't. She's my daughter. Oh,

Mrs. Reynolds.

One of my dreams for Briarcliff has been to open a children's ward.

There are so many little souls who could use our help, but we can do nothing

until that time.

Prayer is your strength and your ally.

Could you just be with her? She's right downstairs with her coloring book.

Sister just help me understand.

Where does this evil come from?

Could she have been born that way?

Is there anything more heavenly than waking from a nap to the smell of croque

monsieur?

I bet this is what your mother made you after school on a rainy day.

You can scream all you want. No one will hear you.

Obviously, the basement is soundproof.

Believe me, girls with bigger sets of lungs than yours have tried before.

Where's Wendy?

What did you do with her body?

I put her somewhere where she'll never be found.

Wouldn't do to have her body pop up now that Kit Walker has confessed to all

those horrendous murders.

Can I tell you a secret?

Nutmeg makes all the difference in the world.

Croque monsieur and tomato soup.

The perfect mommy snack.

Only I didn't have a mother to make this for me.

Of course I had a mother, but I never knew her.

She was about your age when she abandoned me.

You grew up in an orphanage.

In the system.

Where all my basic needs were met, food, water, a rudimentary education,

and with the help of a leather crop learning the difference between right

and wrong.

They followed all the rules, especially the rules against affection or any

unnecessary bodily contact because touch.

This is good.

It's delicious.

I'm not trying to patronize you, Oliver.

I just want you to know how much I appreciate this act of kindness.

I know what it's like to be abandoned.

That's how I felt at Briarcliff.

You're the one.

And I've always been self-aware.

I knew I was different from the other kids. I was smarter.

But I was also more afflicted.

And that's what led me to study psychiatry.

To better understand my disorder.

It wasn't until medical school that I had my first breakthrough, though.

Hey, Threadson, from what I hear, this is the closest you'll get to a

girlfriend this quarter.

I would laugh along with my idiot colleagues, but I knew the woman on the

table wasn't my girlfriend.

All right, trust you, gentlemen, I've reviewed the material in preparation for

today. She was my mother.

She was 33 years old, the same age as my mother when she abandoned me.

Same age as you, Lana.

I knew, logically, rationally, that the woman on the table wasn't my mother.

But somehow, in the cosmic joke that is my life, I felt like she could be.

And it was poetic justice that I would be meeting her.

For the first time on a slab in my gross anatomy class.

It was then that I knew what I was missing.

A mother's touch.

Skin to skin contact.

It's what I was craving.

It's what I was missing.

My whole life.

Oh, but she smelled of formaldehyde.

And her skin, even after I removed it, was cold.

And stiff.

Have you ever read or...

Heard about the Harlow studies.

Baby rhesus monkeys were separated from their mothers after birth. They were

given two substitute mothers.

A wire mesh one with milk.

And the other covered in terrycloth.

Every monkey preferred the terrycloth covered mother. Even if it didn't have

milk.

Because of the warmth? Because of the skin.

Even monkeys know the difference.

I tried.

I really tried.

But that cadaver did nothing to quiet my craving.

I needed someone a little more lively.

living skin.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

It's okay.

It's okay because now that you're here, all of that work is behind me.

Mommy.

Hello? Sister Jude, it's Sam Goodman.

Sam, I tried calling you, but you never got back to me.

I was working on your case.

Yes, but I asked you to stop.

I mean, this girl, this mental patient, she wasn't Anne Frank.

I mean, she just made the whole thing up.

Well, somehow she got it right.

He is Hans Krober. He was an SS officer and a physician at Auschwitz. What?

Do you say she got it right?

he obtained a laissez-passer from the International Red Cross under the name

Arthur Arden.

I have the original documents from the Red Cross,

but I need Gruber's fingerprint to establish a match.

Be careful. The man is dangerous and a flight risk.

These men are always on their guard. The moment they get nervous, they disappear.

and bring it directly to the motel.

Who are you?

I'm Jenny.

Oh, I told your mother we don't have a children's ward here. Where is she?

She's gone.

She kissed me on the cheek and said, be good, Jenny.

Monsignor, thank you for coming. Oh, it's my pleasure. I consider it a

privilege to perform mass rites. Well, thank God you're a man of compassion. We

called several priests in the area, but they were all in a panic over the news

reports, especially after they published those grim pictures of her.

What exactly is wrong with her? No one knows.

Our doctors have ordered a battery of tests, but she did test positive for TB.

Oh, I didn't realize there were still new cases.

I should warn you, the sight of her is quite shocking.

We're all God's creatures.

Shelly? Oh!

Look at that, Father Jane. This will make a splendid day room for our

residents. Oh, I... I thought all TB patients had been cleared out. These are

the incurables.

Those whose tuberculosis was too far advanced for any of the new miracle

drugs to have an effect.

God bless.

Well, he hasn't yet.

Dr. Arthur Arden.

Briarcliff's Tubercular Ward's supervising physician.

Former supervising physician, I should say. Father Timothy Howard. Yes, I know

who you are.

You're the new owner.

Sally Starnes.

She was actually a nurse here at one time.

She won't live till morning, not if she's lucky.

Through this holy anointing, may the Lord in his love and mercy help you with

the grace of the Holy Spirit.

May the Lord who frees you from sin save you and raise you up.

It's all right, my daughter.

The Prince of Peace opens his arms to you.

Back when the epidemic was at its worst...

We'd sometimes move more than 100 bodies a week down through here. Horrible. How

did you manage to keep up with all the burials? There were no burials. Most of

the people here have long since been forgotten.

We incinerate the bodies in the crematorium out back and store the ashes

in here.

All these wasted lives.

All these wasted opportunities.

I suppose it'll be a relief for you to finally leave this place.

The end of my tenure at Briarcliff also means the end of my research.

Research. I've been working on an immune booster.

It's a sort of bacterial cocktail, if you will.

It would actually inhibit most disease from ever taking hold in the human body.

What would you need to further your work?

Human trials would have been the next step. I assume it would be difficult to

find volunteers. From the general public, yes.

But there are those whose lives otherwise serve no purpose. Through our

work together, they would have contributed to the greater good.

A good that would not go unnoticed, even in Rome.

I'm sorry. Would you have preferred Mozart?

Jufa's right about you. You're a monster.

Why do you look for the speck of sawdust in your brother's eye and pay no

attention to the plank in your own?

I saw that girl.

What you did to Sherry.

All in the name of progress.

Isn't that what we agreed upon?

You told me this was for the greater good.

You mutilated her!

Perhaps. But you're missing the entire point.

Briarcliff is a receptacle for human waste. Each patient a perfect example

of an evolutionary failure.

Oh, another mess to clean up, Mr. Spivey? You seem to have mistaken the

broom closet for the playground where you used to expose yourself to innocent

little boys and girls.

Oh, never the boys, Doc.

I had my standards.

You are utterly depraved. You've done nothing to improve yourself. No, you're

wrong, Doc. I'm a new man.

I mean, I used to have these disgusting urges that wouldn't quit until I busted

a nut, even in public.

I'm not sneaking around with my pants down anymore. It was Sister Mary Eunice

that asked me to come watch and flash a pussy.

My aim was to give these wasted lives purpose, meaning.

And I've succeeded beyond my wildest imagination.

My experiments with a combination of syphilis and tuberculosis have produced

results unseen in the history of medical science.

When they arrived here, these patients were less than men. Now, because of me,

they're more than human.

Would you care to see what your benevolence has produced?

Witness the next stage of human evolution.

Have you lost your mind?

Why on earth would you do this? Why?

When the Russians launch their nuclear missiles, 20 million Americans will be

incinerated instantly.

Another 20 million will suffer a slow, agonizing death.

Natural selection would have weeded out the weak, but only over the course of

time, whereas I have managed to improve the species now so that we can survive

the atomic blast, live through the radiation, and become dominant once

again. You should be locked away.

With you to keep me company, we're in this together, Father. Remember?

You gave me your blessing, along with the facility and the subjects.

I cannot allow this to continue. I have to expose this to the light of day. If

you do open that window, the light will illuminate everything in Briarcliff.

And I mean everything.

Yes, that's what I thought.

Now you listen to me.

You and I have nothing to fear from each other. However, we do have a threat in

common.

We both know where the real danger lies.

Can I try that?

You're too young to use a knife. You'll cut yourself.

Why'd your mother abandon you here anyway?

She's scared of me.

Really? Why?

She thinks I killed Josie.

Did you?

No. You did so.

How do you know?

I know everything.

I'm the devil.

She deserved it, that Josie.

She was just a phony little shit.

She didn't even like you.

She just played with you because her mother told her to.

But you're lucky because you were born with the gift of authentic impulse.

Don't ever let them kill it. I wasted so much time trying to be a good girl. All

I wanted in the whole world was for people to like me.

Hey, why don't you get up on the diving board, Mary Eunice?

You're our guest of honor today.

Go ahead.

All right, everyone.

On the count of three, we're all going to drop a rope.

I was just everyone's victim.

Poor Mary Eunice.

The only place I thought I'd be safe was with God.

God. You know there's no God, right?

You already figured out that it's just a bunch of crap someone made up to keep

you from being who you are.

From doing what you really want to do.

What a chump.

Look where it got me.

Right here.

taking shit from a mean old bitch who drinks and wears trashy red lingerie

under her habit.

Shh.

But not for long.

They're gonna lock me up in my room. I'll never be able to do anything I want

ever again.

Don't be a whiner.

You're smarter than they are.

Don't you ever forget it.

Maybe you just need to learn how to defend yourself.

will be expecting you.

Monsignor, crisis averted.

I mean, she went off and left her daughter here as if it was some kind of

personal childcare facility.

For heaven's sakes.

What is that expression on your face, Timothy?

It seems Briarcliff's become quite a burden for you.

No, no. We just had a few difficult days, but the order has been restored.

Sister, I've contacted a colleague, Father Bernard, in Pittsburgh.

He's just opened a home for wayward girls.

I've recommended you highly to run it.

Are you firing me? You've lost your way.

You need a new beginning.

You're booked on a plane out of Logan Airport.

Friday morning, 8.30 a.m.

This is... This is all about Dr. Arden, isn't it? Dr. Arden is not the issue

here! Dr.

Arden is entirely the issue here!

He has turned you against me, but I was right about him. Back of your things,

sister.

Little Jenny Reynolds' mother came by and picked her up.

That's fine.

Is there anything else, sister?

No, sister.

Yes, sister. What are you doing?

I'm packing.

I'm leaving Briarcliff.

Monsignor, in his wisdom, has decided that my talents would serve better

elsewhere.

Pittsburgh, as it turns out.

Pittsburgh?

No, Sister Jude, you can't leave Briarcliff. I have no choice.

But what will become of us?

No, I won't leave you to the tender mercies of Dr.

Arden.

There's something I can do before I'm exiled.

Go to the kitchen.

A special bottle of cognac. I keep Father Messina.

Bring it to me.

And two very clean glasses.

Threadson residence?

Thank God you picked up, Dr. Threadson. You're my one phone call.

Listen, you gotta help me.

The cops put me in jail, and they say they have proof I killed Alma and those

other ladies.

They say they have a tape of my confession.

I thought we had a deal. I thought you said if I say all that stuff out loud,

you'd tell the courts I could stay at Briarcliff. No, no, Kit. I told you to

say what you believe is true.

I was confused. Now I know the truth.

Alma's not dead. Grace saw her. She told me.

You need to take responsibility for what you did.

You said you'd lie for me so I could avoid the chair, but all you did was lie

to me.

How'd the cops get the tape, huh? Did you give it to them? Oh, God.

So what you're playing all along wasn't that you didn't want to help me. You're

full of shit, and you're a liar. No, stop.

You stop calling me that. You're a phony, lying bastard!

Stop!

Stop calling me that!

He's unbelievable.

He has the nerve to call him a liar when he's the one spouting fantasies about

little green men.

Kid, you talk to him?

Perspiration from a rise in body temperature.

Accelerated heart rate.

What are you up to?

Nothing.

I knew it.

You were going to abandon me.

Just like my mother.

The same.

Shut your dirty mouth.

I'm not like them.

I'm not.

I'm not like them. I'm not like them. It's such a disappointment when people

don't live up to expectations.

Sometimes all you can do is end it.

You have no one to blame but yourself.

And don't tell me what to do.

And don't tell me what to say. And please, when I go out

with you, don't put me on display.

Hello? It's Sam Goodman.

This is Sister Jude.

A toast, Arthur.

A toast to what?

You won.

And I've always prided myself on my good sportsmanship.

To your impressive single-mindedness.

I thought this was supposed to be a toast.

Ah, yes.

We're abstaining these days, aren't we?

I wouldn't dream of drinking alone.

You know, there are times in life that warrant an exception.

To you.

And to God's will.

Yes? I'm sorry. Did Sister Jo send you?

She doesn't know I'm here.

Mr. Goodman?

Mr.

Goodman? I came as fast as I could. I have the glass with the fingerprint.

Mr. Goodman?

Hello?

Hello?

Oh, God.

Oh, no.

Oh,

my God.

I'll call an ambulance.

I didn't do this.

Hans Gruper.

You're handsome.

Do you mean to tell me, Sister Jude, has this Israeli Sherlock Holmes holed up in

some motel?

Jude was determined to expose you.

But you don't need to worry anymore.

I've taken care of everything, Hans.

Don't call me that.

Are you quite sure this is all of it? No.

It's not all of it.

I've hidden some evidence away in case you try and double-cross me.

You must understand these so-called Nazi hunters are nothing but self

-loathing, self-seeking, money-grubbing Jews!

The Catholic Church certainly understood that.

At least the Pope had the good sense to... Arthur.

I'm not a monster!

I'm a visionary.

Do you have any idea how lonely a path this is? What it's like to have to carry

on your work in secret, hiding from those pious vigilantes? Arthur!

You're preaching to the converted.

Why?

Why are you protecting me?

You're not in love with me.

I'm no fool.

I know I'm too old, too ugly.

Is there something you want from me?

This is the beginning of a whole new era.

All you need to do is trust me with your entire soul,

and I promise you that everything will work out.

Who killed her? Did you see him?

He was tall.

He had a beard and a brown jacket.

First he slashed my brother and sister's throats.

Then he stabbed my mother in the back.

I tried to stop him, but he said he would kill me too if I moved a muscle.

I'll try not to scream.

They always do when I make the first incision.

But then shock will take over.

And you won't feel anything.

It doesn't have to be this way.

I wish that were true, Lana.

I had such high hopes for you from the moment.

I saw you so ambitious, so alive.

I was never alive in there.

No, not there.

Before Briarcliff.

Oh, come on, Phil. Aren't you sick and tired of writing the same piece with

different names?

Start with some blood and guts, a pinch of sympathy for the poor victims, and

then top it off with moral outrage.

Isn't that the recipe? You're the one who knows about recipes. What are you

doing here?

When did you get assigned to the crime team? You think Upton Sinclair waits to

be assigned a story? I'm making this my story. Oh, a woman's touch, huh? Yes,

exactly. That's what's been missing from this story.

You think this mook's just some monster, but no monster starts off that way.

He was somebody's precious baby crying for his mommy.

Here comes your precious baby now.

Hey, Walker, why'd you do it?

Where's the body?

Come on, walk up.

We got nothing to say?

We got to stay here and walk.

I thought that you were the first person who could understand.

I do.

I do understand.

No, you don't.

It's all right, Homer.

I don't want you to feel guilty.

A mother's love is unconditional.

Baby needs colostrum.

Kyle Frust registered to a Leo Morrison out of Encino, California.

He one of our dead trick-or-treaters? Doubtful. Mr. Morrison's in his early

30s. We're putting these three as teenagers.

Still trying to ID them.

Mr. Morrison, I presume.

All right.

Full search of the grounds. Let's do it before we lose daylight.

We're looking for at least a body part. Chances are, whoever called this in is

up.

This

is

Detective John Grayson. Who is this?

No, I don't. Did you kill these people?

Only the imposters. I just wanted you to know that.

Just spoke to Leo Morris' sister.

He's out of here on his honeymoon.

Shit.

Where's his bride?