Lord, have mercy on us.
Christ, have mercy on us.
Lord, have mercy on us. Christ, hear us.
Christ, graciously hear us.
God, the Father in heaven.
Have mercy on us.
God, the Holy Ghost.
Have mercy on us.
The Holy Trinity, one God.
Have mercy on us.
Good night, Joe.
Good night, Father.
Dennis, your minute steak's getting cold.
Confession went late.
Agnes Samson thought about stealing her sister's watch.
Took a good ten minutes to convince her that wasn't a sin.
Well, Dennis, this is Father Adeyemi.
Visiting the archdiocese from Nigeria.
My pleasure. Welcome to California.
Ah, thank you.
Eat up, McMurtry.
Miracle on 34th Street is playing at the Westmont.
Will you be joining us, Father McMurtry?
I'll stay in tonight, thanks.
It's been raining pretty hard,
and I think I'm coming down with something.
Suit yourself.
Hello, ladies.
Can I help you?
Sorry to bother you.
My car broke down up the road, and it's getting cold out.
I hate to ask, but I wonder if I could use your phone?
Oh, sure. Please, come in, dry off.
Thank you very much.
The… the telephone is in the parlor
if you'd like to call the garage.
Can I make you a cup of coffee?
That'd be nice. Thanks.
Where are you coming from?
All over, I guess.
You're welcome to that, if you're hungry.
I'll eat it later.
Fantastic. Just fantastic, Monsignor.
That was magical.
I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Oh, boy.
I'll put on some coffee, warm us up.
Thank you.
That's probably a new experience.
Yes. She is magnificent.
- Sleep well. - Thank you, Monsignor.
- Glad you enjoyed it. -Good night.
Thanks again, Monsignor.
What's going on?
No! No!
No!
Hello, Monsignor.
Sister Margaret McGuire,
you remember her?
She was my mother.
You're my dad, Monsignor.
That's…
that's nonsense.
All right, all right, I knew her.
W… we did things together, but she wanted it.
She ended up in a whore house.
One of them shot her up with morphine…and it killed her.
Please forgive me! …
And I got sent to an orphanage.
Look, you've got to understand.
I'm a sinner.
I've suffered for my sins.
No, no, no, no, no.
Now you're gonna suffer.
Here's that map you asked for, ma'am.
Thank you.
May I ask why you're headed to Lucia?
It seems like a rather personal question, now, doesn't it?
Sorry.
Clearly your tumescence has distracted you, sir.
I recall asking for today's local paper.
Sorry.
Here you go.
Yeah, it's big news around here.
Everybody's up in arms.
Fella cuts up a bunch of priests and they ship him up to Lucia?
Hey, that's where you're headed.
You're not some sort of journalist or something, are you?
You should bathe more often.
Your fingernails are filthy.
What do I owe the pleasure?
I have a reservation.
What's the name?
Ratched. Mildred Ratched.
Vultures, all of them.
San Francisco Chronicle is offering $5,000
to whoever gets the first shot of the Clergy Killer.
You're not a vulture, are you?
No, ma'am.
I'm a nurse.
Ice machine's at the end in the interior of the breezeway.
We provide that machine as a courtesy,
so I wouldn't abuse that privilege if I were you.
I pay very close attention
to how much ice is in that machine at any given time.
God damn it.
May I offer help with the key?
Not much to look at, but we've got a phone in the office.
Thank you.
And just so you know,
if you happen to have any gentlemen callers,
I'm going to know about it.
And I do not run a house of ill repute.
Do you understand me?
Hello, I'm here to speak with Dr. Hanover.
It's a pleasure to meet you, sir.
Sir, it is a pleasure to meet you.
I have come quite a long way
and would just like to speak with him.
Priest killer must die!
I have an appointment. Thank you.
Can I help you?
Hello. I'm here to speak with Dr. Hanover.
I'm sorry, darlin'. He's not talking to press right now.
Oh, I'm not the press. I'm the new night shift nurse.
Dr. Hanover hasn't technically hired me yet,
but I'm supposed to have a formal interview with him at eleven,
as this letter clearly states.
Okay, one second. I'm just gonna go get a nurse.
Oh, I'm sorry.
You aren't a nurse?
Me? No.
I'm a nurse trainee.
I admire nurses more than anything.
They really are God's angels.
Yes. Yes, we are.
Okay, be right back.
Hiya.
Have a nice day.
My preliminary recommendation is this
that if Mr. Salvatore wants the board
to seriously consider a furlough,
he must continue with Dr. Hanover's regimen of colonics,
he must attend group therapy three times daily,
and he must take his saltpeter tablets as prescribed.
Am I understood?
Si. Si.
Nurse Bucket?
You're needed at nurse's station one.
Excuse me.
There's a letter.
Where did you get this?
You must be the head nurse.
Mildred Ratched.
I didn't ask what your name was.
Where did you get the letter?
Why, it was sent to me.
That's where I'm confused,
because there is no one in his office
except for Dr. Hanover and myself.
I didn't send that.
And I can assure you, that isn't Dr. Hanover's signature.
I have come quite a long way
and would just like to speak with him.
Dr. Hanover is out of the office till later this afternoon.
If you'd like to leave a number--
If you don't mind, I'd prefer to wait here.
He'll be gone some time.
You just said he'd return in the afternoon.
It could be longer.
Well, then it could be shorter.
By your own logic.
I truly don't mind waiting.
I have nowhere else to be.
Very well.
I'm sorry, Dr. Hanover.
The governor's going to have to reschedule.
Maybe next month.
Another?
No, thank you. Got a long journey back.
…on second thought…
Good afternoon.
Good afternoon, Governor.
I have your booth in the back for you. Right this way.
Excuse me, Gov. Wilburn.
Dr. Richard Hanover.
- I know who you are. - We had a meeting scheduled for today.
You're the guy who runs the loony bin in Lucia.
I prefer the term "psychiatric rehabilitation facility."
We had a similar meeting scheduled last month,
and the month before that.
Maybe we should hear him out.
Tell you what,
I'll give you until the moment our drinks are delivered
for you to give me your pitch.
Excuse me, do you mind?
I didn't invite you to sit.
You see, Governor, I don't run a loony bin.
My hospital is a bastion of recovery
and rehabilitation unlike any other.
Now, as for the funding, I'm currently constructing a barn
to be used in various therapeutic regimens.
- And people are-- - And… time's up.
We can maybe meet again in a month or so, or…
- Thank you for your time, Governor. - Yeah.
Interesting.
Looking good today, Miss Dolly.
Thanks, Harold.
Whatcha up to?
Just making my rounds.
Excuse me.
Where can I find your restroom?
Down the hall to the left.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Looking good today, Mildred.
Is there something specific you needed, Nurse Bucket?
I'm afraid there's a woman here.
She says she has a job interview with you.
I didn't agree to any such thing.
Get rid of her, please.
I tried, she's very insistent.
I'll take care of it.
You. Are you the one who's here for the interview?
Yes, an interview that was supposed to start several hours ago.
Forgive me, Dr. Hanover, I know your work is very important.
But I, too, value my time.
But I suppose if you were willing
to conduct the interview right now,
I could try my best to look past the insult.
Your office is this way?
Uh, yeah. Right this way.
I apologize for the mix-up.
If I'm being honest, I don't recall
consenting to any sort of an interview.
That's quite all right, Doctor.
With a nursing staff as unexceptional as the one you have,
certain clerical errors are bound to happen.
Nurse Bucket, a moment, please.
Please, take a seat.
I hope it's not inappropriate, Doctor, to confess something,
but I was a nurse in the Pacific theater during the war.
Where exactly were you stationed?
I island-hopped with Admiral Nimitz's boys,
from Tarawa, to Saipan, to Okinawa.
You'll see that's where I became familiar
with administering anesthetics.
I'm well versed in all the blood derivatives,
oxygen therapy, and, of course, the treatment of shock.
Do you have scat throwers here?
Patients who throw their feces?
Oh, yes. In fact, we do.
Well, that won't faze me.
I've encountered many cases of soldiers with battle fatigue,
who lost their wits entirely.
Men who would try to rape a woman if they could get a hold of her,
and when they couldn't, would content themselves
by throwing excrement… ejaculate...
But I was not deterred, Doctor.
In fact, I was invigorated…
because I was a member of the most unsung profession
we have in this country.
We had a saying in the Corps,
"Save one life, and you're a hero."
"Save 100 lives…
…well, then you're a nurse."
I must say you're a very impressive woman, Miss Ratched.
And clearly passionate.
But unfortunately...
May I venture one last query, Doctor?
Do you believe the human mind can be cured?
I do.
But it's not about belief.
It requires no act of faith. I've seen it with my own eyes.
I have not.
But I hope you'll believe me when I tell you
it is all I want in the world.
Miss Ratched, you're…
one of the more interesting women I've had the pleasure of meeting,
but I'm sad to say that until I can secure
more funding from the state,
I simply don't have the resources to bring you on.
I'm sorry.
But when there is an opening, please trust that I will consider you.
Well…
if there's one thing I've learned, Doctor…
it's that life can be quite unpredictable.
Thank you for your time.
The sheets were not ironed correctly, the bedpans were a disgrace,
and Amelia, too much smiling.
I mean, could we have less teeth and more work?
Thank you all for your help.
And the towels, were they folded by the blind?
Come on.
Hello.
I'm looking for Amelia Emerson.
She's not home, and I'm about to head out on a sales call.
Something I can help you with?
Oh, I'm just an old high school friend passing through town.
Maybe you could give her a message?
What was your name?
Arlene. Arlene Bauer.
The question is,
is this an attempt at avoiding the death penalty,
or is Edmund Tolleson really crazy?
He's being transported from San Quentin Prison
for psychiatric evaluation.
Law enforcement is keeping some of the details under wraps,
but word is that one of the victims was almost beheaded.
That concludes our special report on the Clergy Killer.
- And now… - Do you think you could do me a favor?
This killer gives me the chills,
and I'm not talking Bela Lugosi chills.
Although, I'd sell my soul for a date with him.
I'd let him sink his teeth into me and suck me dry
as if he really were Count Dracula.
- If you could just do-- - I read all these papers,
and none of them describe
what this Edmund fella actually did to those priests.
Now, what favor can I do for you?
If anyone calls asking for Arlene Bauer,
could you let me know?
It's a little joke between me and an old friend.
And is Arlene Bauer paying for another night's room,
or are you two splitting the bill?
A smile like that could melt ice.
So I've been told.
Well, I don't like it.
A lady in my position could go so far as to say you're leering.
A gentleman in my position can't help it
when he's staring at a beautiful woman like yourself.
No, I'm not married.
I've never done this before.
Do you think we could just sit?
Actually, can you sit on that corner?
So what do we do now?
Let's pretend we're husband and wife who've just had a fight.
What was the fight about?
Children.
You want them, but I don't.
I believe they're nothing but a burden,
but you believe a family isn't a family without them.
What are you doing?
So when do we make up?
We don't.
You leave.
Why would I leave?
Because…
you'll think you're right,
and I'll think I'm right.
Then we'll both realize it's not going to work.
And then we'll get a divorce.
Only to find soon after that I'm pregnant.
And you will convince me to keep it.
And then you'll die.
I'll raise it for a few years till I can't do it anymore,
and then I will leave her on a doorstep.
I'm sorry, I don't see what the problem is.
When you're ready, you know where to find me.
Is that all you got?
Arlene Bauer,
you have a phone call.
You should take your coat off.
It's warm in here.
Do you need a drink?
Walter is an excellent bartender.
Look, I don't know what you think you saw.
Oh, I know what I saw.
What is it you want?
Your job.
And since there aren't any positions available,
I have been forced to create one myself.
What makes you think my husband will believe you?
And what am I supposed to tell him?
Tell him this town is poison…
and that you want to get as far away from it as possible.
For your daughter.
How would you feel about your hospital
being the cornerstone of the governor's reelection campaign?
What is there to say? I'm…
I'm speechless.
Your facility,
your bold new ideas,
their proven results,
this will force voters to see the governor in a whole new light.
Not as a musty old bureaucrat,
but as a forward-thinking progressive.
A leader who can rehabilitate
a lost segment of the state workforce
and move them back into the economy.
I believe this will swing momentum back to us…
and the governor into his reelection.
So, Doctor.
What do you say?
I can't believe it, sir.
Our hospital. I mean, your hospital…
…finally getting the recognition it deserves.
This is everything we've ever wanted.
We have work to do.
Nowhere do I want anything greater
than a ten-to-one patient-to-staff ratio.
- Is that clear? - That could be difficult, sir.
Why is that difficult, Nurse Bucket?
Well, sir, it's Amelia. She hasn't shown up yet.
What about Jackie?
She's on vacation in Monterey.
And who approved that? You, I imagine.
Dr. Hanover, service came for you.
Phone call. A Dr. Richard Hanover.
This is a big day for all of us.
Doctors, nurses, and low-level attendants.
It is imperative that we live up to the expectations
that attracted Gov. Wilburn's attention.
It is our moment to prove why this hospital is so special.
What are you doing here?
Me?
I'm… I'm just here to help.
Every square inch of this facility needs to be spotless.
Every surface, I should be able to eat runny eggs off of it.
No!
Unruly patients need to be humanely tamed…
and tranquil.
And you must all perform your duties
in the utmost professional manner possible.
Do I make myself clear?
- Absolutely. - Thank you so much.
Good. Now let's get to it.
Governor!
Mio fratello…
voglio stare con te.
The new barn will become the heartbeat of Lucia,
using all the latest advances in assisted therapy
to calm even the most troubled mind
before we even begin administering a single medication.
That's marvelous. That's wonderful! Do you hear that, guys?
Yes, sir.
Please, no.
- I do not wish to be photographed. - What about Edmund Tolleson?
What precautions have you taken
to ensure your patients' and staff's safety when he arrives?
- Where are you gonna chain him up? - All right, come on.
Well, we don't chain anyone up.
He's a human being.
But as for the logistical problems of housing Mr. Tolleson,
we found a solution that's both canny and budget-conscious.
As you may know, this facility was formerly a rest spa.
It actually has a wine cellar deep underground.
We've transformed that space into a maximum-security holding area
where Edmund will be housed until he is evaluated.
A wine cellar. Are you kidding me?
Come on now.
Edmund Tolleson is not the story I brought you here to cover.
It certainly isn't the one you're going to run!
Dr. Hanover!
It's Father Murphy.
Get me a blanket. We need to make sure he stays warm.
- What's going on? - He collapsed.
What are you doing?
Don't touch him!
Don't you ever lay a hand on me!
How dare you!
Just wait for it!
There, there. Keep breathing, keep breathing.
Stay with us, Father.
His blood pressure was dangerously low.
The shock nearly killed him.
Did you say shock?
I think someone gave him the wrong medication.
Hey there, Mister. Gov. Wilburn, how about a picture with me?
Come on. Let's go. Look this way, please.
Look into the camera, there you go. Big smile!
What's wrong with him?
They just told him that his brother passed away, poor thing.
Not that it would have mattered.
He didn't know, but he wasn't getting furloughed anyway.
His nephew called, said they didn't want him let out.
Look here.
Look up and smile.
Miss Ratched, would you come with me, please?
Doctor. The governor would like a word--
How is the patient? Did he pull through?
Y-- yes.
Fantastic. Look, I told the reporters
and the photographers to go upstairs.
You'll be on one side of the bed,
I'll be on the other, handing you the check for $75,000.
- The patient will be in the middle. - Wha--
I don't understand.
Doctor, a dozen reporters just saw
a member of your staff save a man's life.
Let's not discourage them from putting that in the story,
and let's make sure they have a photo to go with that story.
I told you, I don't do photographs.
- We have-- - You're fine.
She's the one that saved his life. I choose her.
All right, gentlemen, one more shot and we're done.
Great. Let's get one with the two of us.
Please don't put your hand on me like that.
Thank you.
Well, I guess she works here now.
Hello, Mr. Salvatore.
I'm sorry about your brother.
I know how you feel right now,
not being able to be with him.
Told that you're mad…
when that's what's driving you mad.
Isn't it?
I know how that feels.
I had a brother.
He was the only family I ever had.
Well, the only family I ever knew, anyway.
I remember my mother and father, but I can't picture them.
All I remember is a…
a feeling.
You see, I was taken away from them when I was very young…
and told that someday I would see them again.
That they would come for me.
But that was a lie.
They never did.
And so all I had was my brother.
And then he was taken away from me too.
And he needed me.
He really needed me…
and I was helpless.
There was nothing I could do to protect him anymore.
Right now, there's something difficult I have to tell you.
The doctors and nurses here,
they want to give you hope…
that one day you can leave here and see your family again.
But you deserve someone to show you mercy, Mr. Salvatore,
and so I have to tell you that I know for a fact that
they are never going to let that happen.
You are going to spend the rest of your life in here…
because your family doesn't ever want to see you again.
It's something I wish someone had told me when I was young…
so I could stop believing otherwise.
How different I would be if someone had.
But I have to tell you,
you have been subjected to enough pain.
You deserve to be free from it.
I am only gonna tell you this once…
but there is a letter opener on Dr. Hanover's desk.
I can take you there right now.
Would you like that?
Si.
Fellow Californians.
Hello, Jerry.
Glad you could make it.
Miss Ratched.
Do you take me for an idiot?
Nurse Bucket informed me
that Father Murphy suffered cardiogenic shock.
That's right.
Strange that the seal is freshly broken,
considering none of our patients are on this medication.
Of course it would be dangerous
for somebody with Father Murphy's condition to take these.
Wouldn't you say?
Yes.
I honestly don't know what you're asking me, Doctor.
Is there somebody in my office?
Dr. Hanover, are you feeling all right?
Oh, God.
I don't…
How'd he get in here?
Clearly, he wasn't being supervised closely enough.
God damn that Bucket!
- Dr. Hanover. - What am I going to do?
The press is here.
Dr. Hanover.
You are in a state of shock right now.
What has happened here is a tragedy, yes.
All my work. Everything, everything I'm fighting for…
I'll be exposed.
- This-- this negligence will ruin me! - Dr. Hanover.
- Will ruin me! - Dr. Hanover, you must stop!
I will take care of this.
You stand up tall and proud, you walk out of this room,
face the governor, and you be quick about it. He's waiting.
Yes.
Thank you. Thank you.
And Dr. Hanover.
When you have a moment with the governor after his speech,
you tell him you've offered me a position here.
He will be pleased.
Yes. Yes, of course.
He'll be pleased.
I am a child of California.
I'm proud to count myself amongst her native sons.
I was raised on the promise of this great state.
What exactly are you doing in there?
Hello, Nurse Bucket.
Dr. Hanover asked me to wash the towels in his private bathroom.
He asked you to wash his towels together
with the linen from the patients' rooms?
Maybe you haven't been listening to his lectures,
but Dr. Hanover believes all human beings are equal.
I believe in the dreams of California,
dreams shared by every restless soul
who pulled up stakes and journeyed west to discover this land.
A place where our tomorrows are better than our yesterdays,
and where we do not shrink from
the responsibility that is our fellow man!
I promise you…
that we shall win together!
Hanover, it's been a pleasure.
Exceeded expectations.
Thank you, sir. We'll be in touch.
Yes.
And that nurse…
Ratched.
Tell her I said goodbye.
There's not a lot of meat on her bones,
but what's there is choice.
Let's go!
Edmund Tolleson, you're to be held at Lucia State Mental Hospital
for a period of 120 days,
or until Dr. Richard Hanover can make the accurate recommendation
regarding your fitness to stand trial.
During this time, you are still a prisoner
of the state of California,
and will be treated as such.
Edmund Tolleson?
Is that you?
It's me.
I found you.
I finally found you.
I don't wanna die.
You're not going to die, Edmund.
I promise.