Ratched

Good evening, Dr. Hanover.

I thought we might continue our conversation about Edmund Tolleson.

Or rather...

end it.

I recognize the pressure you're under to deem him fit for trial,

but I have to tell you right now,

I simply will not allow you to do that.

No.

I'm sorry.

I will make my own judgment.

I will not be swayed by you or Governor Wilburn.

I'm genuinely sorry to hear that.

Here I am, just trying to protect you.

If it were ever to get out...

that there were deaths at the hospital...

Are you blackmailing me?

I know where the bodies are buried.

Or, rather...

incinerated.

You are responsible for two murders thus far.

What?

Charles Wainwright and Mr. Salvatore.

I had nothing to do with Mr. Salvatore.

Maybe you sliced his throat with your own hands.

Maybe I watched you do it.

It'd be easy enough to testify to that in court.

Which is why I think it would be a good idea

for you to appoint me head nurse.

You can alert the staff after you've informed Nurse Bucket.

You scheming bitch.

Yes. I thought you might wish to strike me, Doctor.

Search yourself...

and I think you'll realize it would be wise to do what I ask.

You wanted to see me, sir?

What is this?

An eclair.

It's a cream-filled pastry beloved by the French,

made from the same choux dough that makes profiteroles so very addictive.

I am sick of the gifts, Bucket,

and I am sick of you.

This is about the lesbians, isn't it?

I want your resignation as head nurse on my desk within the hour.

What?

Well, I...

I'll do no such thing.

Yes, you will.

Because you wish to continue working at this hospital

and seeing it is run the way I need it to be run.

And if you do not, I will give you a lukewarm recommendation.

I have a perfect reputation.

Soon, you will have a middling reputation.

But there's no one else here who's even remotely qualified.

Who could take my place?

Mildred Ratched.

She will be head nurse.

I am so overwhelmed with gratitude that I am your new head nurse.

Which means I've temporarily saved you from Dr. Hanover.

Now I have to save you from the governor.

But I have a plan.

And it is in this spirit of new beginnings

that I would like to propose a celebration.

I'm going to arrange for a dance to be thrown at the hospital,

where the staff and patients can enjoy some time together in a social setting.

Hanover's never gonna go for that.

He will do what I say because it's the right thing to do.

So, next Thursday, we will hold a Spring Fling.

Right here in the common room, with staff and patients.

We'll have music, a little dancing,

and of course, some punch.

During the dance...

you have to convince all of them you're insane.

Beyond a shadow of a doubt,

so everyone sees it.

Now, let's get to work.

For you.

I have to admit that...

watching you this morning, yammering away to the nursing staff...

that was one bucket of bile for me to swallow.

But I need this place to work.

So, I've decided to be a professional.

I will not quietly undermine you

or make your job harder than it already is.

I'm speechless.

Hm.

It's good...

that you were so persistent with Dr. Hanover,

because I happen to know

he has feelings for you.

What?

He does?

Oh, yes.

Yes, behind that, um...

cold, academic exterior lies a soft heart,

and with your steady stream of gifts, you have pierced it.

I think he doesn't know how to approach you.

You should ask him to the dance. He will never say no.

Well, I... I... I... don't...

don't know what to say. I mean...

Maybe this demotion happened for a reason.

He couldn't approach you because of your position of authority,

and now, in his eyes,

you're a woman again.

You should think about it.

You would make the perfect couple.

Nurse Bucket is going to ask you to the dance.

When she does, I would like you to say yes.

I can't stand that woman!

That is out of the question.

I'll say it again.

When she asks you to the dance, you will say yes.

Do you understand?

Why are you doing this?

You're going to have to trust me, Doctor.

I really am looking out for you.

You're shit!

Look at your bow hold.

That's an incorrect bow hold.

Your thumb should be bent, you arrogant sack of garbage!

Leave him alone.

Don't you dare talk to me.

I am a graduate of the New England Conservatory of Music.

The Royal Academy of Music.

Of the Juilliard School of Music.

- Go away. - No!

I was first chair violin of the London Symphony Orchestra.

I played Mendelssohn for Prince Louis II of Monaco.

If Mendelssohn heard you,

he would shoot himself in the head!

Beethoven would fuck you in the face!

You're nothing!

You're excrement.

You're no one!

You don't get to walk away from me!

I am Ondine Duquette!

I played for the King and Queen of England. Do you hear me?

I am Ondine!

Why don't you tell me why you're here, Miss Duquette?

It's Wells.

Uh, Charlotte... Wells.

I'm having trouble with my memory.

Lately, I find I...

I simply can't remember things.

Two weeks ago, I found myself on a train to New York City and

I have no idea how I got on.

Has a doctor ever told you you might have amnesia?

Yes, two years ago,

I was hospitalized with melancholia, and...

I tried to take my own life.

That's when the lapses in memory started, when I was...

locked up in that place.

But I... I think it was the drugs they gave me.

What were the drugs?

They never told me.

The drugs kept me awake for days.

Amphetamines are what they gave you,

in a ham-fisted attempt to treat the melancholia...

likely making it worse.

But that would not have any lasting effect on your memory.

And I don't think mere melancholia is what is ailing you, Miss Wells.

The police report said you told him your name was Ondine Duquette.

Who is that?

I don't know.

I... I've never seen her.

I've just heard her voice.

When Ondine speaks, you hear her?

Um...

Does she speak to you or to other people?

Ma... Mommy.

Mommy needs to rest.

Ondine?

Mommy needs Baby Taffy to make her some nice, warm soup.

If she doesn't eat some soup and get some rest,

then she's never gonna feel better.

Where is Mommy?

She... She's right over there!

Oh, it's okay, Mommy. I'm gonna fix you some nice, warm soup...

Taffy...

Get your motherfucking hands off of me!

Don't you know?

He's here.

Who?

Hitler!

Everybody say that son of a bitch is dead.

That motherfucker ain't dead!

That wasn't his bones they left all burnt up in that bunker!

Hell no!

You think that Nazi-ass motherfucker ain't got brains enough

to leave some burnt-up bones behind

before he lights out on a submarine to Argentina?

I humiliated him, Nazi piece of shit!

At his own Olympics!

Came into his stadium and won five gold medals.

Four-hundred-meter hurdles, boom!

Gold medal!

Swastika-wearing sack of dog shit

- couldn't handle it! - Charlotte...

I was watching him in the stands!

That silly little mustache of his kept twitching!

- I want you to know you're safe here... - I knew he would come after me someday!

- Charlotte, I can help you... - I knew I would have to kill him myself.