Criminally Insane

-Will Ethel be all right now, Doctor?

-Your granddaughter's case is a very

strange one, Mrs. Janowski.

Severe paranoid manifestations, long periods of depression,

violent outbursts.

Quite frankly, it's against my better judgment

that she's being released.

I see.

-I'm going to make weekly appointments for Ethel

to have further electroshock treatments.

I want you to make certain that she keeps them.

Yes, I will.

-Mrs. James, will you set up four weekly appointments

starting this Thursday for Ethel Janowski?

Yes, Dr. Gerard.

-There's one other thing, Mrs. Janowski.

Yes?

-Try to encourage her to do something about her weight.

Those pounds put a massive strain on her heart.

-Dr. Gerard said he'd help us at the unemployment office.

I mean, he'll explain that you can't

go back to work right away.

Everything's going to be fine again.

I know it will.

I have a nice surprise for you.

You'll see it as soon as we get home.

Do you know who stayed at the house last week?

Rosalie.

She was all beat up.

She said she didn't have any money for a room,

so I let her stay.

I finally had to tell her to leave.

She brought men home with her.

Different men every night.

Afternoon, Mrs. Janowski.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Nedley.

How's Ethel feeling?

Fine, she's had a lovely rest.

Be a dear.

Just what she needed.

-Well, I hope she's over those terrible ages.

Do I smell bacon frying?

I'll just have some black coffee, though.

A person's never too old to watch her figure.

Did you like your?

Monday.

It's a pretty color, isn't it?

I thought it'd be just the right touch for your homecoming.

-Did you know they tried to kill me?

That goddamn Jew doctor gave them

orders not to give me enough to eat.

Two lousy boiled eggs and a piece

of dry toast for breakfast.

They were trying to save money and starved me

while they were at it.

-Dr. Gerard just wants you to lose a little weight.

Why?

What do I need to lose weight for?

For your heart, Ethel.

-My heart's just fine as long as my stomach's not empty.

Good night, Granny.

Ethel!

-What's the idea of locking up the food?

-You'll have no fresh meat or milk

until you learn to curb your appetite.

What?

-You'll three times a day and three times only.

Everything we eat will come from this cabinet,

and I will have the only key.

When you learn not to stuff yourself,

we can use the icebox again.

-Do you think I'm going to let you starve me?

-Do you realize how much you've been eating?

It costs a fortune.

The unemployment checks aren't half enough.

Give me the key.

-You keep this up and you're going

to wind up right back in the hospital.

I want to eat.

Give me that key.

-Do you want me to phone Dr. Gerard?

I'm getting the phone.

-You and that Heeb are trying to starve me to death.

Well, you're not going to do it!

I want that key.

I want that key.

I want that key.

-This is Ethel Janowski and I want to place our order.

Look, we've got to eat.

OK, OK, we'll pay for everything.

The old bills, too.

Just have the boy bring the groceries

and I'll pay for them, OK?

Yeah, our regularly weekly order.

But give me four half gallons of ice cream instead of two.

-Caruso says I'm supposed to get $80 before I leave your order.

Well, bring it in.

Just set it down there.

-Well, Mr. Caruso says I've got to get the $80 first.

I don't have $80.

I've only got $4.50.

You're a nut.

Jesus, it's about time.

I don't believe it, but I think you've gotten even fatter.

What'd they feed you in that nuthouse?

Where's Grandma?

She's not here, Rosalie.

Where is she?

She's gone to visit somebody.

-Well, I'll be staying here for a few days.

What's this blood all over the floor?

-I cut myself on a broken bottle.

I've been staying with Mama.

She told me to tell you hello.

She'll still living with that Filipino near to Stockton.

Anyway, I guess she's better off sleeping

with that little brown man than being drunk all the time.

How have you been, Ethel?

Did they help you at that hospital?

-They don't help you in those places.

I'm going to stay here awhile.

I want you to do me a favor.

All right.

-There's this guy that I don't want to see.

His name is John.

And if he comes here looking for me,

tell him I don't ever want to see him again.

Why not?

-Because he beat the shit out of me, that's why.

Someday...

Keep it down, huh?

OK, honey bunch.

Mmm.

Who's that, the madame?

Shut up, will you?

Come on, we're going upstairs.

Shit.

Hello?

This is Mrs. Woods from Dr. Gerard's office.

Would you please hold on for a moment?

Hello, Mrs. Janowski.

-Look, my grandmother doesn't want to talk to you.

Ethel?

I told her what you did to me.

My grandmother doesn't want to talk to you.

Do you smell what's upstairs?

Grandma must've shit all over her bed before she left.

I didn't smell anything.

Well, you wouldn't.

You're too busy cooking or eating.

Who was that man last night?

Look, Ethel.

I've got a lot of friends here, and I

might be bringing them home.

Know what I mean?

I want to give you some money for letting me sleep here.

Thanks, Rosalie.

That soil's no good, Ethel.

What?

-I told your grandmother when she planted

that flower bed all she'd get would be weeds.

Well, I'm not planting flowers.

I've got to bury a dead cat.

-Well, why don't you put it out with the garbage?

Because it stinks too much.

That ground's too rocky.

You won't be able to dig very deeply.

Well, good luck.

Hi, lovely.

Get lost.

-I don't blame you for being angry with me, baby.

-Leave me alone, you dirty son of a bitch.

-Now, sweetie... Can I just explain?

Let me alone.

Rosalie, I love you.

So could I just explain?

I'm not listening to you.

-Rosalie, that woman didn't mean a thing to me.

I'm not listening to you.

I'm not listening.

I'm not listening.

I'm not listening.

-Look, I told you that woman didn't mean a thing to me.

I only went to LA with her for the money.

So where's the money?

Well, that's it.

She didn't have any.

She was just give me a line, promising me

she'd get me into films.

That lying bitch.

You know you're the only one I love.

Bullshit.

-Look, I want some good loving, not some old bag.

-There's a nuthole in the back fence.

Try that.

Come on, Rosalie.

You know that I love you.

-If you love me so much, how come

you beat the hell out of me?

-Rosalie, I'm going to tell you the truth for once, OK?