Ratched

Good day, Miss Osgood.

I hope I'm not disturbing you.

Not at all.

I trust Darvis has offered you some refreshments?

I'd just as soon get down to business, if that's all right with you.

Naturally.

Where'd you find him?

A mental hospital in Northern California.

No, he's not a patient.

He's running the place.

He goes by the name of Dr. Richard Hanover now.

He must have falsified his credentials with the American Hospital Association,

because he's taken over stewardship of Lucia State Hospital.

He's managed to dazzle Governor Wilburn into making his facility

the flagship in his war on mental illness.

Yeah, well, he dazzled us, too.

Insipid nonsense, and I fell for it.

I can't believe I allowed him to do what he did.

I'll never forgive myself for that.

There is the matter of payment.

Normally I'd charge for expenses,

but the $10,000 we agreed on is more than generous.

How's 250,000 clams?

Dr. Manuel Bañaga is a monster.

He's brilliant, charismatic, but he's insane, and he doesn't know it.

That really makes him the most dangerous kind of person there is, don't you think?

I can't rest until I know he's dead.

Well, I gotta say, for a quarter million dollars,

I'm confident I can make that happen.

Hm.

I want you to decapitate him.

Once his head is removed, I want you to bring it to me.

Of course, there'll be logistics involved,

and discretion is extremely paramount.

But of course you know that.

I want to give his head to my son as a gift for his 21st birthday.

My hope is that we'll put all of this behind us once and for all.

Do we have a deal?

We do, Miss Osgood.

I'd say we do.

Mother, is that you?

Of course, darling. It's dinner time.

And what do we have tonight?

Oysters Rockefeller.

And…

Boeuf bourguignon…

…and…

Ooh.

Sweetbreads.

I want dessert first.

Now, we have talked about this.

What is for dessert, Mother?

Boston cream pie.

Hm.

Mm.

- Nummy-num? - Mm-hm.

Mm.

Nothing but the best for this boy.

It's open.

You wanted to see me, Doctor?

Yes.

What is that smell?

Your olfactory capacity is positively godlike.

They are lilies of the valley, Doctor.

Why did you do that?

Well, your office smells a little damp this time of year,

so I thought, "What better than lilies of the valley

to announce that spring has finally sprung?"

I hate that smell.

Reminds me of a whorehouse in Manila.

I'm going to get a cluster headache.

I'll remove them at once.

Nurse, wait.

I called you here because of two of our lobotomy patients,

- Mrs. Cartwright and Miss Blix. - Right.

Nurse Ratched informed me that she came upon the two of them

engaging in an act of lesbian fornication.

Excuse me, Nurse Ratched came to you directly?

I am head nurse.

That is a brazen breach of protocol.

- I'll have her reprimanded... - No, stop.

The sodomy is alarming for two reasons. One…

The lobotomy has clearly failed to cure the primary complaint of one patient,

and seeing as how I am not aware

of Miss Blix displaying lesbian proclivities before,

the procedure may have actually triggered deviant sexual behavior in the other.

I'm not sure I see your point.

Because I've not arrived at it yet, Nurse Bucket.

I've installed a new contraption

in the shower room, in the basement below H Ward.

It came all the way from Switzerland,

where they had tremendous results with this sort of hot and cold treatment.

I've written up a set of protocols

I'd like you to administer to both patients.

Oh, so…

So I'm to take the lead, so to speak.

Well, as you just elected to remind me, you are head nurse, are you not?

Or has your status changed in the course of this conversation?

No. Yes. I mean…

Yes, I am.

Um…

I am very eager

to deliver you the results you seek, Doctor.

I will soak the sodomy right out of them.

What are you doing?

Reading.

Reading what?

Leaves of Grass.

Sexually explicit material is hardly appropriate

for someone with your specific malady, Mrs. Cartwright.

This book is not allowed.

Homosexual is what Walt Whitman was.

Let's get our minds out of the gutter.

Come with me, please.

It's time for your treatment.

Why are we bringing her down here?

I don't know.

Might have something to do with the new equipment

they just finished putting in.

New equipment?

How am I supposed to administer treatment when I don't even know what it is?

You're not. Bucket is.

Hanover asked her. We're just supposed to assist

and make sure the patient doesn't become unruly.

Hello, Mrs. Cartwright.

Nurse Ratched and Huck are gonna help you into this nice, warm bath.

What are we doing?

We're following instructions, is what we're doing.

Instructions for a treatment mandated by Dr. Hanover,

and that will be the last question I answer from you,

Nurse Ratched.

Bring her here.

That looks very hot.

It's a balmy 99 degrees.

No hotter than baths every one of us has taken.

Hm. It's actually quite nice.

Now secure the lids.

And relax, Mrs. Cartwright.

We'll now engage the pumps to bring the temperature up to 119 degrees.

- Stop it! It's hot, please! - Huck. Huck, get her out!

Get away from her! This is the treatment.

Mrs. Cartwright,

the lesbianism that has so plagued your life…

…is a nervous impulse that you evidently can't control.

Please, I'll never do it again.

See? It's already working.

This is what is called hydrotherapy, Mrs. Cartwright.

It will soothe your nervous impulses.

- It's too hot. It's too... - No, no.

It's exactly the right temperature.

Oh, sorry, 117. It actually is too hot.

How long does she have to stay in there?

Do you value your employment here, Mr. Finnegan?

Because I will have you fired, and with a face like that,

you wouldn't get a job down at the five-and-dime.

You'd scare all the women and children away,

even if you are a war vet.

- Just 20 more minutes. - Twenty minutes?!

We will not stand here while you boil this woman.

Fine, then you can wait outside!

But this treatment will be administered in the manner Dr. Hanover has prescribed!

That's right, just relax.

All right, the patient can be removed from the hydro.

Jesus Christ, it's boiling.

Let's get her cooled off.

That's what the cold water bath is for, Nurse Ratched.

You gotta be kidding me.

Put the patient in the cold water bath

for five minutes as prescribed.

It's okay. Shh.

It's okay. Mrs. Cartwright, look at me.

Five minutes.

Five minutes, and then this will all be over.

You're okay.

You're okay.

Shh.

You're okay.

You're okay, Mrs. Cartwright.

Get some sleep.

And we will wake you before dinner.

Huck.

Huck!

No patient… is ever gonna go through with that treatment again.

Do you understand me?

I don't care if it costs me my job.

Do you really mean that?

Because cruel as it is, what Nurse Bucket said is true.

Where else are you going to find a job, Huck?

People like us…

Places like this…

Are maybe where we belong.

I'm not gonna watch folks gettin' tortured.

What time is it?

- 7:30. - What?!

Why didn't my alarm go off?

I turned it off.

Why?

You needed the rest.

Look at you, awake for ten seconds, and already frazzled.

I'm frazzled because I have an 8:15 appointment with the governor,