Ratched

Mrs. Helmstetter?

Hello.

I'm Shrunken Apple.

I'm so thirsty.

It's important for me to be hydrated.

No, please! Just... Just go away!

What is wrong with you?

Do you have any idea how long it took me to make these things?!

Louise.

Can I see you in my office?

Louise, let me be crystal clear.

I have a soft spot in my heart

for a fidgety, faded, alcoholic flapper like yourself.

Which is why I gave you a job as a candy striper,

because I felt your life could use a little direction.

But I will not tolerate you terrorizing patients who are already fragile.

So...

if they don't want your craft therapy,

you just say, "Have a nice day," and move on.

Uh... Understood.

Okay.

Roger that.

It's just that I'm so enthusiastic about being here.

Finally, I got something more than just a job.

I have a career.

I just can't thank you enough.

Okay.

I almost forgot.

Your newspaper.

Look at that.

Oh.

Yes, I heard.

The governor is hell-bent on reelection,

so he is rushing that through the system.

Now, it's a smart move, probably get his campaign across the line.

If you ask me, it is an absolute disgrace.

But, come election day...

I think Tolleson will be dead.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, I'm sorry.

- Hey. - Hi.

I didn't see you there.

I had to...

I'd like to keep going but...

I think I'm gonna need an intermission.

I know...

the chemotherapy's just started...

but I can't believe how awful I feel already.

What?

You have a plan...

rattling around in that brilliant little head of yours.

I felt I couldn't talk about it

until I knew what was going to happen with Edmund.

And now...

Now that that's settled...

this chapter of my life...

will have come to an end.

And you and I can just pack our bags.

We'll... drive south.

Along the coastline, all the way to Mexico.

Mexico?

Oh.

Oh, that'd be nice.

And when the time comes...

we'd be sitting on a balcony...

a hacienda on the beach.

Margaritas in hand.

And I could just slip away...

While the sun sets over the ocean.

And that...

will be the end...

of a particularly beautiful chapter...

in what I know is going to be the long...

and thrilling life of Mildred Ratched.

Don't talk like that.

I mean it.

This has been the most...

astonishing...

luminous month...

of my life.

Now you listen to me.

I've done some research.

I've heard about some brilliant doctors

who are having the most extraordinary results

putting terminally ill cancer patients into remission,

and they're in Mexico.

We can cure you, Gwendolyn.

Both of us will be getting on with our lives...

together.

Oh, Mildred.

Mildred.

Oh.

That does sound like heaven.

Doesn't it?

- -

You've done a great job here, Betsy.

The hospital seems to be running quite smoothly.

I must say that the way Dr. Hanover ran things...

set a rather low bar.

- Mm. -

Oh.

I've hired a woman doctor.

Isn't that incredible?

I know you're here about your brother.

You probably want me to talk you through what it's going to be like for him...

the execution?

Yes.

He'll be brought down a long hallway to the execution chamber.

He'll be strapped to a gurney,

and an IV will be inserted into his arm...

as well as a backup in case the first line fails.

- - He'll be given his last rites.

In his case, by a priest.

It's ironic.

At this point, Edmund will be asked if he has any last words.

I'd just like to say...

...I'm sorry for what I did.

I hope that my death can provide you some comfort.

An injection of sodium thiopental will render him unconscious

in a matter of seconds.

The second injection is potassium chloride...

which will stop his heart.

Usually, within a few minutes.

Mildred, you have done...

everything you could for him.

What's important to remember is that he has two more weeks left here,

and I want to make sure that his last days have a semblance of dignity about them.

Dr. Hanover's barn is finished.

So I want to make sure he spends an hour a day in there

to do a little work,

commune with the animals.

Why?

I'm so very, very sorry.

I'm here for you, Mildred.

I'm here for both of you.

It's a lovely day, isn't it, Mr. Tolleson?

These fatheads won't let me soap anymore when I shower.

Mmm.

Hygiene is the least of your problems.

As you know, in two weeks, you will be executed.

And despite your ghastly crimes,

you are a human being who must not spend the entirety of his final days

confined to a cold, dark, sodden cell.

And as a Christian, I believe it is my duty

to give you every final chance to make peace with God

and His beautiful Earth that you took for granted.

Which is why every day,

I will allow you to come out into the sunshine

and the fresh air and connect with nature.

- Did Mildred put you up to this? -

Today you will spend time in the barn.

This barn was Dr. Hanover's dream.

He often talked about the ancient Greeks,

who were the first to use animals to lift the spirits of the seriously ill.

And he spoke of horses,

believing that they could tell a man's true character

from one interaction.

- - Gentlemen, if you please.

You have one hour.

Any issue, and we've been authorized to shoot you dead.

Easy, fellas.

I'm not after no trouble today.

Oh, look at that.

Oh.

You take good care of that egg.

That's your egg.

Whatever you do, don't let them take it away from you.

They ought to call you Porky.

Hi, Porky.

You're a sweetheart.

Hm.

Wow.

Hello.

Hi.