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Please, have a seat, Mr. Morgan.

Do you mind if I call you John?

Johnny.

And how did you come to find me, Johnny?

I saw your ad in one of those magazines they have in the mail.

The penny saver.

You probably saw my smoking cessation ad.

Guaranteed results or your money back?

I don't smoke.

Well, you certainly don't look like you need to lose any weight.

Your ad said something about...

curbing compulsions.

Absolutely. I found post-hypnotic suggestion to be one of the most

powerful weapons in a therapist's arsenal.

I want to stop.

I really do. If I have to go on medication, whatever, I'm willing to

try. Tell me about the behavior you want to curtail. Start from the beginning.

I always had these impulses, you know, even as a kid. First time I tried it, it

was scary.

But it felt amazing.

My whole body came alive.

When my foster family saw the evidence, they kicked me out. I bounced from house

to house until I learned how to hide it.

It's a shame so many people have such a negative reaction to something so

natural.

Was that the first time you touched yourself?

No.

I skinned a cat.

It was already dead.

So you went around finding dead animals?

Yeah.

First couple of times, then I learned that killing them was just as good.

Even better.

And this compulsion followed you into your adult life?

No. I don't harm animals anymore. I haven't since I was a teenager.

Did you know that killing animals is a predictor for psychopaths?

I learned that in prison. Armed robbery.

But it got me thinking.

What made me the way I am?

Who were my real parents?

Well, I had a computer at the joint, and I didn't have nothing but time, so...

Mr. Morgan, you know, I may not be qualified to help you. No, you have to

help me, Doctor. I don't know what to do, because those thoughts haven't

stopped. If anything, they've gotten harder to ignore since I found out who I

am.

And what do those thoughts tell you to do?

They told me to retrace my roots, so I'm renting the house where my father lived.

They also told me to hurt women.

But not just hurt them.

Skin them.

Like the cats.

Stop moving!

Shut up!

This is delicate work.

I didn't have the same skills as my father. I didn't get the medical

training. I made a mess.

You think it's too late?

It's never too late to turn yourself in. No, to go to medical school.

I'll never live up to him.

That's why I wanted to stop.

You see, my name isn't Morgan.

It's Threadson.

I'm the son of Bloodyface.

Thank you.

You wanted a word with Miss Winters?

What did I tell you about knocking?

Oh, it won't happen again, sister.

Have a seat.

Your Jude imitation is spot on.

For a moment there, I thought you might cane her.

Awfully sassy for a girl in your condition.

What condition is that?

Well, the good news is you seem to have conquered your sexual perversion.

The bad news is the rabbit died.

If I were my Aunt Celeste, I would offer you a Drano margarita. A what?

You add half a cup of Drano for every two weeks you've been pregnant to a

margarita. That's what she gave my slutty cousin Molly when she got

preggers by Billy Porter.

I'm pregnant.

So, are we still sticking to the whole rapist story?

It's interesting you haven't mentioned Dr. Threadson once since you came in

here. Are we starting to get sweet on him now that we're carrying his child?

Actually, the whole...

Rape thing must have been some kind of hallucination from the car crash when I

hit my head.

Well, whoever the daddy is, there's a little life growing inside of you.

I can't keep this baby.

I can't have this baby inside me. You can have this baby.

And you will have this baby.

This is an insane asylum.

People hump like bunnies here. You're hardly our first.

unwed mother most of the babies they they are born a little so our staff is

very experienced at calming them and preparing them for relocation to saint

ursula's home for lost children you're worse than jude you're a sadist calm

down mommy before it's going to be a very long nine months we don't want to

have to restrain you do we

Of course.

You're awake and so relieved.

No, no, no, you mustn't move.

You've been injured, I'm afraid.

You killed a man, God rest his soul. I had no choice. I was defending myself.

He tried to murder me, and worse.

You've become unhinged, that's clear.

I blame myself. I should have seen it sooner.

What? The pressures of running this place were too much for you.

You've grown paranoid, seeking conspiracy, and now Frank McCann is

dead.

What did you say?

Kindly speak up.

I saw.

The nun Sister Jude attacked Frank McCann.

It was horrible.

And then what happened?

I made sure the other inmates were secure and then alerted Dr. Arden to the

situation. Why didn't you call the police?

There wasn't time.

It was, if you'll pardon the expression, bedlam. Sister Jude was on a rampage.

She'd already killed Frank McCann, taken Lee Emerson hostage, and locked herself

in her old office. I can't say any of this.

came as a surprise to me.

She'd been showing signs of instability for some time.

She seemed to be taking on the delusions of some of the patients here. She

accused Dr. Arden of being a Nazi.

She came to me, convinced that her young protege, Sister Mary Eunice, was

possessed by the devil.

When I informed her I would be removing her from her position here, she became

inconsolable. She threatened me with the same straight-edge razor that she used

to murder Frank McCann. She smelled of liquor and...

Cigarettes? We had her escorted off the property. I should have called the

police then. I just... I never for a moment thought something like this could

happen. I saw her do it.

I saw Sister Jude murder Frank McCann in cold blood and then try to do the same

to me. Isn't it true that you yourself are responsible for the death of 18

people? Sir, the state found me not responsible, which is why they put me in

here, but yes.

Oh, yes, I am responsible. I know that now.

I've had time to reflect upon my crimes, Your Honor. Christmas 62 was a very bad

time for me.

And the only solace I have is knowing that because of what I did, there

are 18 more people in heaven.

That's a unique perspective, Mr. Emerson. Well, I do know, sir, that no

matter what, I can't...

I hate Sister Jude for what she did to me, but I can try to forgive her, and I

can carry on on my own personal road to true redemption so that one day when I

enter the gates of heaven, I can apologize personally to each of those 18

people that I sent there before me.

Court magistrate has determined that you will live out the remainder of your day

as here at Briarcliff.

You will, of course, be stripped of your clerical standing.

No longer will you be a sister of the Holy Catholic Church. You are once again

Miss Judy Martin.

No, you can't do this to me!

You did it to yourself. Come back here, you son of a bitch!

Come back here!

It's a setup!

Apparently she had quite the secret in her life.

Oh, sister, you startled me.

I'm just packing up her things so they can be donated to the poor.

I was as shocked as you are when I first saw this.

I wonder who she was fancying when she wore it.

Of course, none of this is of our concern.

We had a dream together, you know. She told me. She said you.

Wanted to be Pope.

Those things were said in confidence.

You know what I said to her when she told me her dream?

I said, Rome is where that man belongs.

She was so happy when you said you wanted her on that journey with you.

Like a girl who just received a marriage proposal.

I can't help but wonder if I'd been paying closer attention, could this

tragedy have been averted?

Oh, Monsignor.

As she herself would say.

No time for navel-gazing.

Too much to be done.

But you've had to focus on your own goals. There is no other goal than to

save souls. She also said that.

Of course.

I know. I can't begin to fill the shoes of the Sister Jude we all knew and

loved. But let me say, I'm here to serve you.

I want to help you save souls.

all the way to Rome.

Now, now, Sister Judy, you mustn't behave so. She's no sister no more.

She's no queen of the castle neither.

She's just a naughty patient.

I do what you're told, take these pills.

No, no! Or I'll have to toss them down your gullet.

You clip me again, and I'll call Frank in here.

Oh, but I can't, because you already clipped Frank, but good.

No! That's a lie! Get off of me! Get off of me!

That's all that's...

Well, I was hoping you might be up for a visitor, but I see that our adjustment

period continues.

No, no, no.

Monsignor, please, don't go.

You sure?

What's he doing here?

Lee has something he would like to say to you, and I think he'll

find it more medicinal than any pill.

I forgive you.

You forgive me. I do.

Make it tight, Frank.

Make it tight. I like it tight.

Just ask Sister Chastity. I'll deal with Sister Chastity. You might start by

picking a new name for her.

You know, I thought by allowing you time in the general population

that it would have had a civilizing effect on you, but clearly I was wrong,

Mr. Emerson.

So... You'll spend the next couple days here, reflecting on your behavior.

How can I reflect when my hand's tied down?

You're disgusting.

We all cut our crosses to bed.

Come on. Where's your spirit of forgiveness?

I reserve it for those who are truly repentant. Oh, God's chilling. Gotta

have forgiveness. Isn't that what your church teaches you? I'm under no

obligation to forgive you. I'm no priest, and you are no penitent. I don't

need your forgiveness.

And therein lies the journey to true redemption.

I hope for both of you.

Did they find him? Not yet.

You okay? You look terrible. Kit.

We have to kill him. What? We should have done it when we had the chance.

They're gonna find him, and then he'll be free again, and we cannot wait for

that to happen. We're not going to.

Lana, he's the only thing standing between me and the death house. We have

to get him to confess.

You know what's only invented to us? Truth serum.

Even if we could get our hands on some.

Professions are deemed inadmissible in court. It'll never fly.

I'm desperate.

Look, I don't know why they haven't turned me in to the state police yet.

Maybe because I've seen too much here, but either way, I need twits in the

dark.

Thank you.

You make a sound.

I bash your face in.

You'd like to kill me right now, Oliver, wouldn't you?

This might change your mind.

What is this?

It's the ultimate cosmic joke.

You got me pregnant.

I'm gonna be a father.

No, Oliver, you're not gonna be a father.

Not this time. What do you mean?

I know. I know.

Elena, please.

Please. Please don't give him away.

I know what it's like to be raised in the system. Oliver, stop!

This monster you planted inside me, I'm getting rid of it.

And since I'm stuck here, I'm gonna have to get creative.

No.

Lennon, no, please.

This is a mercy killing, Oliver.

No baby should have to grow up knowing Daddy is bloody fake.

You'll never have to know.

Kit Walker is gonna take the fall for those crimes. I promise you it'll all

work out.

Is that how you see it?

You know me. I can change. I have great determination, and now I have reason.

Really?

You're gonna be a real stand-up guy now? Yes. You owe me this.

It's my child, too, please. You're a sociopath.

You can't be honest with anybody.

I can't. I can't be honest.

I can't. Please help me.

Donna Burton.

Why did you choose her?

I saw her at the library a couple of nights.

What did you like about her?

Her skin was fuzzy like a peach.

And I wanted to feel it.

So you skinned her alive?

And Allison Rydell?

She was a secretary in my dentist's office.

I always liked her.

I put her to sleep first, but she kept talking to me.

I was so confused.

And what about Wendy?

never loved you.

She locked you away.

Her skin was fuzzy like a peach. I wanted to feel it.

So you skinned her alive?

And Allison Rydell?

I think we got it. Hide that tape.

No. You were never pregnant.

No, that part was true. Was.

Sadly, your beloved baby died last night.

It started as a trickle, but within an hour, it was a bloody mess.

No.

It really wasn't that bad, actually.

God, you're a monster. You are worse than I am. Kill an innocent child.

i've got bakery duty later and after knife count i'm gonna pocket one and i'm

gonna come back and slit your throat nice and easy i always wanted to know

what was life inside the mind

Ah, Mr. Walker.

I thought it might be you. You really shouldn't be wandering around these

halls, you know. You're not even officially part of this institution.

However, I'm very glad you're here. We have so much to talk about.

I always keep a bottle of 18-year-old single malt in my desk for special

occasions like this.

I think you'll find this exceptionally smooth.

What are you doing?

I'm just trying to be friendly.

Why? Because I've seen what you've seen.

They were here.

The creatures you told me about? The little green men.

Except, of course, they're not green.

Are they, Mr. Walker?

No, they're obviously a great deal more powerful and technologically advanced

than we are.

They're terrifying.

They took grace.

They took her body while I was trying to dispose of it. Well, they pulled the one

with her.

That's what I've been asking myself.

Tell me, Mr. Walker, did you have sex with your wife just before she was

taken?

I've almost forgotten.

I'll take that as a yes.

You also had relations with Our Grace, which is why Sister Jude wanted me to

sterilize the two of you.

What are you saying? It's because of me that those creatures took them?

They're experimenting, probably refining some form of eugenics.

I want you to help me to bring them back.

They're studying you, Mr. Walker. You're obviously valuable to them.

And a good scientist always protects his subject.

For example, if your life were threatened, they would have to act to

preserve their specimen.

What are you saying?

If you were to be brought to the brink of death, they would return.

To reverse the process.

You want to kill me?

No, Mr. Walker.

I want to almost kill you.

Of course, it would be ideal if you were to cooperate.

But then I'm not asking for your permission.

You're a crazy bastard.

But you got my permission.

If there's a chance I can see Alma again... I'll do what I have to do.

Well then, Mr. Walker, prepare to die.

You are nothing but trouble, lady.

Give me that.

You ain't got the guts to kill no one.

Give me the knife, and we'll call it a night.

I haven't prayed in years about it.

How does it feel?

Strange, but good.

Nobody ever gave me this shot to rehabilitate myself.

As the figurehead of this institution, I want all of our patients to find

forgiveness and a new purpose.

Even you, in spite of your crimes.

Oh, I want to be saved, Father.

I'm already living in hell. I don't want to spend eternity there, too.

You could be my miracle, Lee.

Do you repent of your sins?

I do.

If I can turn a man like you towards Christ, imagine the reforms I could make

on a national scale, not just mental health.

Believe me, if I ascend to the highest ranks of the church, I won't back down

from the fight.

You're quite an ambitious man, Father.

I just want to serve and make a real difference in the world.

Do you renounce Satan and all things evil?

I do. Turn your eyes to Christ, Lee.

Whatever shackles you, your freedom lives in him.

Praise Jesus.

Do you intend to lead a new life, putting God first in all things?

I do.

Then I baptize you in the name of the Father, Son...

and the Holy Spirit.

Oh, thank you, Father.

I feel like a new man.

I just needed to lay down for a bit.

Hello Oliver.

I'm here to keep my word.

Missing something, Miss Winters?

It was you.

You let him out.

You let Bloodyface out. I know you did.

And what have you got here?

Miss Winters, I thought we talked about this. It's too late.

It's already done. Really?

Your attempt to murder this precious child was unsuccessful.

You couldn't possibly know that. Oh, but I do.

And I know something else.

It's a boy.

I think I need another post-hypnotic suggestion, Dr. Gardner. I ate an entire

bucket of chicken by myself last night.

Dr. Gardner?

foreign

My God, what did they do to you?

Nothing I didn't do to you.

Give me a cigarette.

My God damn it, give me a cigarette, I've had it.

Thank you.

I'm sorry, Lana.

Can I call you Lana?

Sure.

I'm truly sorry for what I did to you.

What I did was more than just wrong. It was immoral.

It was criminal.

I don't expect you to forgive me.

But I'm gonna make it up to you, I swear it.

How?

I'm gonna get you out of here.

Oh, yeah?

Last time someone said that to me, it didn't go so well.

Yeah.

You don't trust me? No.

Don't trust anyone or anything.

You think so? I do.

Yeah.

Things are gonna change around here.

Well, hot damn.

That pink stuff, that's gonna kill me?

Potassium chloride?

I'll inject this directly into your heart muscle, which will cause the heart

to stop beating.

From my experience, it'll take approximately two to four minutes for

all the oxygen in your brain to be depleted.

And then you'll die.

But you can reverse it. You can bring me back to life. This syringe contains

atropine, extracted from deadly nightshade.

When I need to revive you, I'll inject this, along with adrenaline, into your

system. These two drugs, administered within two minutes after your death,

along with a sharp blow to your chest with my fist, will restart the heart.

Fool.

I don't mind telling you.

I'm scared.

I'll admit, I'm feeling slightly apprehensive myself.

What are you mumbling about?

That's the only prayer I can remember.

Just in case.

This is going to hurt.

The baby's full term.

It won't be long.

She'll need her room.

I'll look after her.

I'm here.