Ratched

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.

Ah.

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.

Hi.

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?

Oh…

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.

- Good night. - Thanks again, Monsignor.

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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…

- Please forgive me! - …and it killed her.

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.

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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.

Oh! 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.

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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 11:00,

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.

Oh.

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.