She has no identification...
no wallet, no keys...
and she wouldn't talk to the cops.
So they dropped her on our doorstep?
When I was on the force, we used to do that all the time.
Involuntary psychiatric hold.
Really cut out a lot of paperwork.
- Wait here. - You got it.
What's your name?
I hear you caused quite a disturbance tonight.
Some anti-Semitic remark set you off.
They made a joke.
The businessmen at the bar.
They said, "Don't let them Jew you down."
That's how it always starts, you know? With jokes.
There's blood on your coat there.
- Is it yours? - It's theirs.
I broke a beer bottle. I stabbed them.
They will live, but they will never forget.
I'm not immune to the atrocities your people suffered.
Did you lose someone in the war?
♪♪ [Whistling]
We'll start treatment first thing in the morning. Lock her up.
♪♪ [Whistling Continues]
[Shelley Gasping]
Am I gonna die?
Not exactly.
As a matter of fact...
after this, you'll probably live forever.
N... [Grunting]
[Screaming] No!
[Scream Echoes]
[Thunderclap]
Ripped By mstoll
[Man] You guys should have been there a little longer.
[Man] Hey, coffee break.
I could sure use a cigarette about now.
Arden?
- Where is it? - [Groans]
That son of a bitch.
No new incision...
to indicate surgical implantation.
What'd it do, crawl back inside you?
- Through which orifice? - I don't know what you're talking about.
Yeah, he smacked me around, shot me up with X-rays...
Iooking for that... that thing he found in my neck.
[Whirring]
The tracer from the creatures in the sky?
You still believe me, don't you?
Yeah. Of course.
- But it doesn't matter what I believe. - It does.
Especially in this place. Your story is who you are.
I wish I could forget my story.
No. You have to say it out loud all the time...
just to keep it straight in your head.
Tell me.
Tell me your story. I won't judge you.
I can still hear the sound if I let myself.
- [Rattling] - [Faint Thumping]
You hear something?
- [Loud Thump] - What's going on?
- What time is it? - Stay here.
[Creaking]
[Clattering]
[Loud Thump]
[Clattering, Thumping Continue]
- [Man Groans] - [Thumping Continues]
- [Man Shouts] - [Screaming]
Grace... [Grunts]
[Man] Get back here!
[Screen Door Slams]
[Screams, Whimpers]
I lost my father and my stepmother that night.
I lost my stepsister the next day...
when she accused me of murdering them.
Red and Patsy were secretly lovers.
They wanted the farm for themselves.
They'd planned every detail to convince the police...
and no matter how many times I told my story...
no one would believe me.
I believe you.
I loved the farm.
I miss the horses the most...
the freedom I felt riding them.
Like I was flying.
You'll fly again.
Where did you go during the movie, Lana?
L... I told you, I excused myself.
I'm not going to say a word to Sister Jude.
I would have done that already, if I thought that's what was needed.
[Man Screaming, Faint]
[Sharp Inhale] You reappeared.
You, Kit and Grace.
The Mexican, a sex-crazed deviant...
and a pinhead won't get far in this storm.
I hope they all drown out there. Lights out in 10 minutes.
- [Thunderclap] - All right, let's go.
- Shelley made it out. - If she got past whatever's out there.
- What the hell were they? - We can never talk about that.
If they know we got out, it's the end of us.
[Chattering]
[Thredson] Here's the thing, Lana.
You don't belong here.
You're not a danger to society.
You were right to try to escape.
[Chuckles]
You head shrinkers are such hypocrites.
According to your bible...
the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders...
I'm sick.
I have an illness.
I believe I can help you.
I'd like to try if you'll let me.
But I'm not even your patient.
I see myself in you.
You're thoughtful and intelligent.
You have something to offer the world.
And they can't keep you here...
if they don't have a current diagnosis.
If I can convince them that I've cured you, they'll be forced to release you.
Doctor, I have been this way since...
since I can remember.
[Whispering] There is no cure.
Your choice.
I'm not like Sister Jude. I won't force you to do anything.
But I also won't be here very much longer...
another week if we're lucky...
so if you want help getting out of this shithole...
we'd better jump in.
You're a fish out of water, Lana, gasping for life.
It won't end well.
Trust me.
♪♪[Guitar]
♪♪[Woman Singing "Dominique"In French]
[Woman] Fifteenth of November, 1964.
Dear Kitty...
This relentlessly cheerful tune never stops playing.
The walls are closing in.
I can hardly breathe.
It's Amsterdam all over again.
But there are eyes everywhere-
- these eyes of madness and disease. - [Laughing]
These people, they are resigned to die here.
We were never resigned.
We always held on to a shred of hope.
Give me your pen.
If they catch you writing, they'll throw you in solitary.
In spite of the religious icons everywhere, this is a godless place.
You might want a friend.
Okay.
I hope you like pain.
♪♪[Continues]
[Door Opens]
[Snapping Fingers]
Ah. You must be the new girl.
You were there.
- What? - In Auschwitz.
Nazi murderer!
- You Nazi swine! - Orderly.
- Sedate this woman. - Murderer! Nazi swine!
Don't you remember me, Doctor?
I am Anne. Anne Frank!
[Sister Jude] So, Anne Frank, is it?
[Chuckles]
What a relief it'll be to millions of schoolchildren to know you survived.
You think I'm crazy.
Anne Frank died...
Bergen-Belsen, 1945...
just weeks before the camp was liberated.
There were so many bodies when the Allies arrived...
thousands...
buried in mass graves... but I wasn't one of them.
I was too sick to tell anyone my name...
even if they had asked.
The Brits nursed us back to some semblance of health.
Afterwards, I kept to the streets in Germany.
A pickpocket, a thief.
And then I met a soldier.
Private William Snow of Rutherford, New Jersey. He saved me.
- He brought me to America. - So you're a married lady.
A widow.
William was called back to service during the Korean conflict.
He was killed there in '52.
That same year, my diary was published here in America.
Only then did I realize that Pim had survived the war.
And you made no attempt to contact your father?
I wanted to, at first.
But he had a new family, a new life.
But more than that, it was the diary.
People finally started to pay attention to what they'd done to us...
all because of a martyred 15-year-old girl.
She had to stay 15, and a martyr.
I could do more good dead than alive.
Your story is indecent.
No. You are indecent.
You have a Nazi war criminal working here.
I find myself in a bit of an ethical dilemma, Kit.
If I deem you as sane, you'll almost certainly go to the electric chair...
but if I judge you unfit to stand trial...
you'll be allowed to live out the rest of your days here.
So... what's the problem?
The problem is I don't think you're crazy, but I don't think you're evil.
- You think I'm innocent? - In some ways, yes.
The innocent victim of a brutish society...
which drove you to commit acts so terrible...
so... antithetical to who you are as a person...
that your psyche concocted...
this elaborate fantasy about alien abduction...
to absolve you of your guilt.
No. That's not true.
I believe it is.
But I also believe that your death at the hands of the state...
serves no moral purpose.
Listen to me very carefully, Kit.
I'm willing to lie to the courts in order to save your life...
but only under one condition:
That for the rest of our time together...
you face the truth of what you've done.
If you can do that...
then I'll be able to leave here feeling I've done some good.
- I already told you what happened. - Yes.
Now let me tell you.
[Anne] He wasn't called Arden then.
He was Gruper.
Hans Gruper.
He was S.S., and he was not like the others.
I saw him the night we arrived in Auschwitz.
- That's where they sent us first. - [Train Chugging]
[Soldiers Shouting In German]
[Arden Speaking German]
He seemed... kind, gentle.
I remember that there were two boys, twins...
and when the guards herded the other children away...
Gruper saved those twins.
And I can recall thinking that they were lucky.
But nobody was lucky in Auschwitz.
I didn't know it then...
but Dr. Gruper never saved a single soul.
He would visit us regularly in the women's barracks...
bring us sweets, chocolates.
The guards would never strike us when he was present.
He wanted to help, he said.
But he couldn't treat all the girls, he would say...
so he left it to chance.
And when they came back, if they came back...
something had changed.
He had made them sick, whatever he'd done to them.
They'd be afraid to speak out.
- [Sobbing] - They'd be sworn to secrecy.
[Thredson] You married Alma in secret.
You didn't feel you could tell anyone.
And as time passed, what should've been your greatest joy...
became your greatest shame.
The pressure in you built. It needed a release.
And it found one.
On... January 16...
Donna Burton, a librarian, was abducted from the Wasaugee County Library...
a short drive from the gas station where you worked.
Her remains were found two days later.
Her skin had been removed.
So had her head.
Why the skin, Kit?
- Why the head? - I don't know.
Her race? Her identity?
The very things about Alma society was punishing you for?
No.
It happened again in March.
Allison Riedel, a secretary...
was taken outside of her home.
And it happened to Alma.
The night it happened, you said you had been visited at work by friends.
You said that they were suspicious...
that they followed you home.
But it wasn't them.
Of course it was, Kit.
- [Knocking] - [Man] Kit? Kit?
[Thredson] And maybe Alma had had enough of the hiding...
of the shame.
And when she confronted you about it, you snapped.
[Shouts]
All that rage, all that shame, finally found its real target.
You killed the thing you loved the most.
It wasn't me.
It wasn't him.
I know what I saw.
You didn't see anything...
because you weren't there.
I know where I came from, Sister.
Can you say the same about your Dr. Arden?
♪♪[Woman Singing "Dominique"In French]
[Man] From the Commonwealth Gazette in Western Massachusetts...
for her searing six-part exposé...
of the horrific mental health abuses at Briarcliff Manor...
home for the criminally insane...
where she was held against her will...
and subjected to unspeakable torture...
the brave Miss Lana Winters.
[Applause]
Thank you.
I want to thank my real heroes:
The other inmates at Briarcliff...
whose stories broke my heart and inspired me to survive.
Like Martha.
They say when she first arrived, she was young and beautiful.
She had suffered a nervous breakdown...
after her husband committed suicide.
When I met her, she banged her head against the wall...
pretty much every single day.
And Rudy...
diagnosed as a chronic masturbator.
Sister Jude's cane did little to help his habit.
In fact, he got worse.
They tried hard to crush my spirit...
- [Screaming] - [Electricity Crackling]
[Echoing] "Something there is that doesn't love a wall...
"That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it...
And"...
... to destroy my mind so I'd forget what I saw.
The, uh... "The upper boulders in the sun"...
I did everything I could think of to survive.
[Patients Shouting, Wailing]
And then I did what I had to do to get out.
How soon can we begin your therapy?
Are you seeing Sister Jude's face in the dough?
I want to punch her too for making us work double shifts.
What if I am crazy? Huh? What if I imagined the whole thing?
The spaceship, the creatures, Alma abducted.
What if...
What if I made it all up because I couldn't face up to what I'd done?
Why are you saying this now?
Dr. Thredson, he...
he said some things that are starting to make sense.
Well, if you were crazy, they wouldn't make sense to you.
Self-doubt is a sure sign of sanity.
Wait. You're confusing me.
If... You're saying that if I'm crazy...
then I wouldn't believe Dr. Thredson...
but if I'm sane, then my crazy stories would be true?
I have no idea what you just said.
What am I?
Crazy or sane?
Am I a killer?
I don't care.
Whatever you are...
I'll be with you.
[Both Moaning, Panting]
[Grunts]
[Both Panting]
[Door Opens]
[Whispers] Ow.
I've taken the liberty of choosing one, Sister Jude.
A cane befitting their...
transgression.
I don't know what's gotten into you lately, Sister...
but it's a decided improvement.
- You two... - [Cane Clatters On Table]
Are far too familiar.
You're drawn to each other like the serpent and the apple.
Are you purposely trying to make a murder baby?
Grace didn't kill anyone.
She told me her story. She was framed.
Just give us our beating and get it over with.
I think a more reliable step needs to be taken...
sterilization, for the both of you.
- You can't do that. - [Knocking]
What is it?
Two detectives are here questioning Dr. Arden.
I don't know about what.
Sister, see to it that these two are secured...
until the paperwork for the procedure is approved.
[Frank] I'll take 'em to solitary.
Frank, why don't you take Grace, and I'll take Kit.
Would that be all right, Sister Jude?
Just make sure they're kept apart.
Come on. Let's go. Get up.
Let's go.
It's good advice, Kit.
She's not the innocent girl she claims to be.
Dr. Arden, I'd like to go over with...
Oh. Oh, I'm terribly sorry.
I wasn't aware you had visitors.
I'm Sister Jude. I run this facility.
Detective Byers. This is Detective Connors.
Detectives. My gracious.
This really doesn't concern you, Sister.
Two police detectives questioning...
one of my most valued staff members concerns me greatly.
Maybe the sister can help. A nun would make one hell of a character witness.
If it's a question of the doctor's character, I've got lots to say.
Well, your colleague here has been accused...
of roughing up a certain lady of the evening.
A prostitute?
No need to retire to your fainting couch, Sister...
because all of this is an egregious lie.
I've never even met the woman.
Must have been frightening, meeting strange men...
what with a killer on the loose.
She says she saw some things which alarmed her.
Obscene material. Pornography.
Nazi memorabilia.
When she tried to leave his home, he got physical with her.
- No! - [Groaning]
This is utter hogwash.
I was here.
Can you verify that for us, Sister?
- Did you say Nazi memorabilia? - This is outrageous.
I have no idea what I'm even being accused of.
One would think that the Wasaugee County Police Department...
would have something better to do with its time.
I know I have.
Good day to you.
Aren't you going to arrest him?
- For what? - Well, you're the Vice detectives.
Actually, Sister, we're Homicide.
Homicide?
Certain details of the victim's statement caught our eye.
Maybe we can ask you a question about one of your patients here.
- Kit Walker. - What about him?
He seem like the kind of guy that would have the surgical skill to remove a woman's skin?
And her head?
- [Stifled Retching] - [Machine Clicking]
- What is this stuff? - Apomorphine.
The standard drug...
for this kind of cutting-edge aversion therapy.
They use it at Harvard, Brigham Young, Cornell.
The theory is that we're training your body...
to be physically repelled by certain...
triggers.
How did you get that?
From your house, when I was there.
I thought you might want it.
Say when.
[Exhales]
I need a few more minutes...
I need a few minutes before the next one.
I'm very impressed with your determination, Lana.
Let's take a break from that.
[Sighs]
Let's move on to the conversion part of your therapy.
I think you might actually enjoy this part.
You know Daniel. I've asked him to help out with your treatment.
He told me that he thinks you're a very good person...
and he would be honored to participate...
in anything that might liberate you.
Whatever you say, Doctor. I want to do whatever works.
Good.
Let's get started then. Daniel?
We'll begin with very simple visual stimulation.
Daniel will take off his robe...
and you will regard his physique.
[Panting]
I'm sorry, but...
I don't feel anything.
That's okay.
You're not gonna make him touch me, are you?
Actually, I'm going to ask you...
to touch yourself.
Can you do that?
[Voice Cracking] I don't know.
Try to focus on his genitals.
[Thredson Whispering] Good.
Good, Lana.
Now, take your other hand...
and place it on Daniel's member.
[Ragged Breathing]
[Sharp Exhales]
[Thredson] Good.
Good. Now keep touching yourself...
and try to relate the pleasure that you're feeling...
- to his tumescence. - [Sobs]
[Panting]
- You're doing good work, Lana. - Yeah.
We're all rooting for you.
[Gasps]
[Vomits]
Give me a few minutes!
Please just give me a few more seconds! I know I can do it!
In a perfect world, I would love to dive into talk therapy...
discover the root of your fixation...
but my expertise is telling me that aversion/conversion therapy...
won't work with you.
[Whimpers]
Sister Jude, we need to talk.
Yes, I agree.
The police came to Briarcliff last night.
It seems Dr. Arden solicited a...
a woman of the night.
The young woman found Nazi souvenirs in his bedroom.
Are the police pursuing a case against him?
No, I don't believe so, but...
Sister...
this obsession with Dr. Arden has to stop.
But there's mounting evidence that this man is a war criminal.
Just a moment. Where are you getting this information?
There is a patient who survived the death camps.
She remembers him.
Which patient is this?
Her name is Anne.
Anne who?
Anne Frank.
I know it... I know how it sounds, but you...
No, I really don't think you do.
[Whispering] I saw a prison tattoo.
- She was in Auschwitz. - Where's she now, hiding in the attic?
You're so eager to believe any calumny...
any vile thing said about this man you despise...
that you're taking the word of an inmate in a mental ward.
Father, this isn't about me.
I am trying to protect you, this institution, our dream!
You imperil the dream, Sister...
by refusing to face your own failures.
You'd rather see Nazi war criminals in our midst than look in the mirror.
Or maybe this job is too much for you.
No. This job means everything to me. You know that.
All I know is that you've been drinking again.
Several of our employees witnessed you were a drunken fool...
on the night of the escape...
slurring your words, almost slobbering...
during the introduction of the film for your movie night.
Do you think alcohol...
has compromised your judgment in these matters?
You don't need to answer now.
Reflect.
Pray on it.
[Phone Ringing]
[Shelley Wheezing]
[Monsignor Howard] They're onto you, Arthur.
If you have any housekeeping to take care of...
I suggest you do it now.
[Wheezing]
Mother Superior, I have slipped.
Oh, dear.
Pressures had mounted all around me...
and then this godforsaken storm.
And somehow there was a carafe of communion wine...
left in my office.
That's how God is. He loves to test us.
[Chuckles] Well, I failed.
And now he's given you another opportunity.
God loves to see us triumph. It gives him pleasure.
Was your alcoholic transgression the only reason...
you sought my counsel today, my child?
[Chuckles] No, Mother.
There's an employee of Briarcliff...
who I believe is a sadist and possibly a war criminal.
Have you brought this to the attention of your monsignor?
He has declined to pursue justice or action.
The men of our church...
your Monsignor Timothy, even the Holy Father himself...
by their very nature they react out of fear...
when confronted with tough questions.
It's their instinct to protect themselves...
cover their mistakes.
Now I'm familiar with somebody who may help you.
Oh, no, Mother, I cannot, I will not go behind the back...
of the man who gave me my mission in life...
who believed in me, with whom I share a dream.
He is not who made you who you are, Jude.
You came to me a tortured woman...
ravaged by alcohol and guilt...
but you had a compass.
That was your gift.
And God gave you that gift for a purpose.
Now he's put obstacles in your path...
and, like all this debris after the storm...
it's up to you to make clear that path again.
[Outer Door Opens]
[Outer Door Shuts]
[Door Shuts]
[Ragged Breathing]
Kit? Kit, are you all right?
- Did they... - Cut my balls off?
- Not yet. - [Chuckles]
I was so worried.
You are the only person I ever had a second thought about in this hellhole.
Why'd you lie to me, Grace? There was no man named Red.
You killed your stepmother and then your father.
What do you want?
You want to hear me say I'm sorry for what I've done?
- I'm not sorry. - [Strikes Wall]
Tell me the truth!
[Sighs]
I was so young when it started.
My father would come into my room at night...
and do things.
[Hinge Creaking]
Sometimes I felt like I was in a dream...
watching him do it to a stranger...
or a corpse.
I finally got the courage to tell my stepmother.
[Scrubbing]
She gave me candy to keep quiet.
[Screams]
There was truth to the story I told before, Kit.
I loved my horses. They were my escape.
[Sighs]
I found out he sold them all.
[Panting]
- Patsy! - [Screaming]
That's when I woke up and saw my life for what it was.
And once I opened my eyes, there was no turning back.
Have I opened your eyes, Kit?
Are you repulsed by what I am?
No.
I admire you.
♪♪[Woman Singing "Dominique"In French]
[Moaning]
I want to talk to you.
I haven't been able to sleep since you left my office.
[Sighs] I'm so sorry, Lana.
I wish I had been a real help.
I'm not an aversion therapy advocate...
but I thought it made sense in the moment.
Now I wish I'd spared you.
You tried.
I brought you this.
Thought you'd want it.
[Whispering] They'll never let me keep this.
You only have to hide it until the end of the week.
I'm leaving here on Friday and I am taking you with me.
I don't know how yet, but...
I will not leave you in this place, Lana.
That's a promise.
[Sister Jude] I understand you want to confess.
I can only regard this as a ploy...
considering the circumstances.
You were, after all, caught in the act.
No, uh, Sister, this is, uh... this is not about Grace and me.
This is about my crimes.
- Your crimes? - Yeah.
And I know I'm not a very religious man...
but I did go to Sunday school, and I was taught that God sees everything.
Is that true?
It is. And he does.
Even if I might not remember...
some terrible act that I might have committed, he knows, right?
[Tires Screeching]
God knows all.
Well, then he knows if I murdered those women.
He knows if l... if I did those horrible things.
And he knows... if I killed Alma.
- And did you? - I must have.
I mean...
[Weeping]
Everyone's saying that I did.
[Weeping Continues] And those creatures...
The creatures, they can't really exist.
I remember when I first showed up here...
you said to me that in order to find forgiveness I had to... [Sobs]
That... that I had to admit to what I'd done.
Sister...
I need to be forgiven.
God forgives all who seek him.
Then help me. Please.
Help me find God.
- I'll admit to everything that I've done. - Oh, my child.
We are all sinners, every one of us.
But the things I've done, Sister...
That you can't recall.
[Sobbing]
[Grunts, Yells]
[Whimpering]
Now, what have you been saying about me?
The truth. I know who you are!
[Scoffs] You don't even know who you are.
Anne Frank? She died!
Or didn't you bother to read the book?
Your lies have caused me a great deal of embarrassment.
What are you gonna do to me?
The same things you did to those girls in Auschwitz? Huh?
I was never in Auschwitz. I'm from Scottsdale!
Liar! I bet it looked a lot like this place!
- You want to know what goes on in here? - [Groans]
You're about to find out.
Where'd you get that?
I'm not the only one who's onto you.
[Anne] Oh! I'm sorry. [Laughs]
Come on.
Now's the time.
Confess, Hans Gruper.
Nazi piece of shit.
- [Clattering, Thumping] - What's that?
- [Gunshot] - [Groans] Bitch!
- What is in that room? - Go to hell.
- I've been there. - [Door Rattling]
- Give me the key. - [Spits]
- [Groans] - Give me the key!
- Want to lose another leg? - [Groans]
[Groans]
Kill me. [Gasps]
[Engine Stops]
[Wind Whistling]
- [Man On TV, Faint] - [Phone Ringing]
[Ringing Continues]
Mr. Goodman?
Mr. Goodman was my father, alev ha shalom.
Please call me Sam.
I am sorry we have to meet like this...
but confidentiality is the heart and soul of my work.
Yes, uh...
Mother Claudia explained all that to me.
She's the only one who knows I'm here.
I'd like to keep it that way.
The monsignor, he thinks I've lost my mind...
but... I haven't.
I, um... I trust my instincts.
Instincts are everything.
We ignore them at our peril.
Do I... pay you for this?
No, no, no, no. I don't do this for money.
It's more of a calling.
Did you lose someone?
[Sighs]
Everyone.
- Is that for me? - Um...
- Please sit. - Thank you.
He goes by the name Arden...
but I believe his real name may be Gruper.
He may have been an S.S. Doctor.
I mean, there's hardly anything at all in there.
Um, just a home address, and even that may be a lie.
[Chuckles]
Probably is a lie, all of it.
What do you mean?
Have you heard of Operation Paperclip?
After the war, the Joint Intelligence Objectives Agency...
actively recruited the best Nazi scientists.
To get around Truman's express orders to exclude Nazi supporters...
they created false biographies for these men.
Forgive the question...
but have you ever seen him without a shirt on?
Me? Oh, no, no. Never.
S.S. Have a tattoo of their blood type here.
It's how they were easily identified...
by the Allied forces after the liberation.
Do I need to look for it?
No, no, no, no, no.
In fact, don't do anything until I've completed my work.
If he is who you suspect...
the last thing you want to do is corner him.
- [Rattling] - [Door Opens]
[Groaning]
- Dr. Arden? - Stop. You leave him there.
Where's Sister Jude?
I have to speak to her right away.
This man is a monster.
You should see what he's got in his office.
Go, Sister.
I've waited so many years for this.
- I can wait a few more minutes. - [Hammer Cocks]
Drop the gun, or I'll blow your goddamn head off.
[Thunderclap]
- [Wind Whistling] - [Patients Screaming, Faint]
[Sister Jude] You put up a bit of a fight, I hear.
You had to be sedated.
Where did you get the gun, Anne?
I took it off one of those detectives.
And it's a good thing I did. He would've killed me.
- Dr. Arden? - Gruper.
Hans Gruper. I told you. He's a Nazi.
- The thing in his lab... did you see it? - What thing?
What do you think you saw?
Oh, God. He got rid of it before anyone could see.
Dr. Arden was in no condition to do any such thing.
When I arrived, he was being rushed to the hospital.
Good. I hope he dies.
Now come on. Wake up.
He's not going to die.
He'll be back here, and soon.
Maybe with the police. Maybe with the monsignor.
You could end up on his operating table and I out in the street.
So before that happens, I want you to tell me what you think you saw.
Go and look.
[Sister Jude] We did look.
Now, Frank says you claimed to have seen...
some sort of creature that was alive.
[Hinges Creak]
Maybe it escaped on its own.
[Chuckles] I doubt that, Sister. It...
It had no legs.
Sister Jude?
Can't you see I'm busy?
There's a man in your office.
What man?
Did he say what he wanted?
His wife.
[Man] Her name is Charlotte.
Charlotte Brown is her married name. She was born Charlotte Cohen.
That's our son David.
He's a sweet little boy...
but he has a colic.
Cries five, six times a night.
Nothing we can do to comfort him.
It's enough to make anyone a little cuckoo...
especially a woman as high-strung as Charlotte.
[Chuckles] Cuckoo.
High-strung.
How about world-class actress?
She was very convincing playing Anne Frank.
That's how it all started.
She read the diary, and when she was eight months' pregnant...
- [Groans] - We drove down to Boston...
to see a production of Anne Frank.
Just sort of hit her in some personal way when she saw the play.
I would say that people sometimes...
remark that she resembled Anne Frank.
They were the same age.
So...
the tattoo on her arm...
Charlotte?
What the hell are you doing?
[Sighs] And all of this happened after a night in the theater?
No. It all started after we had the baby.
She couldn't sleep because of the crying.
She said it made her feel powerless.
She began to turn a deaf ear...
and then she began leaving the house...
and going to a library to read about Auschwitz.
It was almost like she wanted to relive it...
that she somehow could... change the outcome.
She'd go on about these babies...
who were gassed and tortured...
and I'd ask her...
"What about your own baby, Charlotte?"
[Baby Crying]
He doesn't want me. He wants you. He wants his mother.
I keep telling you, I can't help it!
He's not the one who needs me.
She'd come home with bags full of old newspapers and art supplies.
She'd disappear into the den to work on her project.
[Marching Footfalls]
[People Screaming]
- [Man] Sieg! - [Crowd] Heil!
- Siegl - [Sniffles]
Sounds to me like a classic case of postpartum psychosis.
How long have you been standing there, Dr. Buttinski?
Long enough to make a pretty good diagnosis.
The obsession, the manic behavior, the disconnection from her baby.
My wife isn't a psychotic.
She's a very emotional person.
- Sh-She needs to come home. - I think that's dangerous.
Did you hear what he said?
The man wants his wife at home.
[Patients Groaning, Chattering]
They made me change my clothes, Sister Jude.
Why do I have to wear this uncomfortable dress? I don't care for it anymore.
It'll help make the transition easier.
You're letting me go?
Charlotte?
My God, Charlotte.
- I've been looking for you. - My name is Anne.
Charlotte, it's time to come home.
[Grunts]
Stay away from me.
My name is Anne Frank.
I'm a death camp survivor.
You're my wife and the mother of our baby.
Now please stop this and come home with me.
No! You don't know me.
Sister Jude, you have to help me.
I'm helping you, Charlotte.
I'm trying to reunite you with your family.
What about Gruper? His crimes against humanity.
No, no. Go home. Go home.
It can't be.
David needs you.
My baby?
I need you.
Everything's gonna be all right.
Okay? You'll see.
[Chattering]
- [Door Closes] - You're making a mistake.
Forget about it, Doctor.
None of our concern anymore.
Kit Walker is my concern.
What's this barbaric rumor I hear about sterilization?
- It's not a rumor. - You're not a doctor.
You have no right to authorize medical procedures without their consent.
[Man Shouting, Screaming, Faint]
Are you afraid?
No.
I don't believe you.
Alma and I always wanted kids.
We always talked about having two or three.
Always tomorrow.
And now there'll be no tomorrow.
For either of us.
I'm so sorry.
I got us into this mess.
No. I don't regret what we did.
There's no one to blame except Sister Jude.
I think she's the devil.
[Footsteps]
[Keys Jingling]
[Lock Clicking]
- Now? - Yes.
If you hurry, you might be able to have supper.
Supper?
I thought you were taking me for the operation.
No, Kit. Sister Jude changed her mind.
She said you showed signs of true redemption.
You're being released from solitary.
Yay.
What about Grace?
Oh, I haven't forgotten about her.
[Grace] I can't believe you'll hear me say this...
but I actually miss the food from the kitchen.
Oh, you won't be eating tonight.
No food for 12 hours before the procedure.
You said Sister Jude changed her mind.
For Kit. Rest up, dear.
You're going under the knife in the morning.
- You'll need your strength. - No. No. You can't do that!
Let me out!
Come back! Let me out!
Let me out!
Let me out! Someone!
[Screaming]
[Clattering, Rumbling]
[Clattering, Rumbling Grow Louder]
♪♪[Woman Singing "Dominique"In French]
[Chattering]
We're leaving right after dinner.
Meet me by the front staircase at 6:00.
Is this real?
Don't be late.
[Clears Throat]
Kit, I'm sorry to keep you waiting.
Doc, you gotta help Grace. Jude's going to sterilize her.
- It's not right. - Grace isn't my patient, Kit.
You are.
So why don't we just concentrate on you...
and then I'll see what I can do for Grace. Deal?
Have you given thought to what we discussed last time?
You want me to say I killed Alma and those other ladies.
Only if you believe it's true.
You need to give yourself permission to remember.
I think one way to do that is to hear it in your own words.
I want you to describe what you think happened.
Then I'll play it back for you...
so you can hear it in your own voice, with your own ears.
And if I do that, you're going to tell the courts...
that I should... that I should stay here, and I-I don't go to the chair?
Yes. That is the bargain.
But I need to feel you're sincere.
My name is Kit Walker...
and I murdered my wife.
[Alma] Don't fight it.
It'll only make it worse.
Who is it? What are you?
My name is Alma.
[Screaming]
[Screaming Continues]
[Panting, Whimpering]
[Screaming]
[Sister Jude] Can you take down a message for Mr. Goodman?
- [Man Shouting, Faint] - Goodman.
Tell him it was all a mistake...
and that he should just go back home.
I gave him the wrong information.
No. The wrong information.
- Thanks. - [Door Opens]
- [Cradles Phone] - What information was that?
It's not important.
It sounded to me as if there was some...
juicy little tidbit stuck in your craw.
Oh, come on, Sister. Spit it up. You'll feel better.
- How's your leg? - Please.
Let's dispense with the small talk, shall we?
You and I both know that during my absence...
you finally got a chance to stick your nose in my lab.
A patient made a complaint. I was obliged to follow up.
- And? - It wasn't all that interesting.
I see.
Do you mind?
[Groans]
[Sniffs]
You should probably know that I plan on pressing charges.
To what end?
- She's a confused young woman. - No. Not her.
You.
On your watch, that crazy bitch got ahold of a loaded gun...
and you sent her home without so much as a slap on the wrist.
Your ineptitude is staggering.
Dr. Arden...
I know, in the past...
you and I have had our differences...
and you're certainly entitled to a...
a sense of safety here.
I hope, perhaps, you and I can start afresh.
Is that your idea of an apology?
[Chuckles]
Is that what you're looking for? An apology?
No. I'd prefer you grovel. I think I'm entitled to it.
Perhaps if you prostrated yourself on the floor and begged my forgiveness.
No?
Barring that, I have no other option...
but to call the monsignor and demand your dismissal.
You're through here, Sister, and you know it.
[Door Shuts]
Let me do that.
Sister!
- I didn't hear you. - Now, now.
It's all right, Arthur.
You've nothing to be ashamed of.
All the nuns here have had some training as nurses. Sit.
I've been meaning to speak to you.
I wanted to apologize for my behavior the night of the storm.
It was... untoward.
What do you say we chalk it up...
to the barometric pressure...
and never speak of it again?
I know what you did, Sister.
Thank you for protecting me.
Protecting us.
Even though I don't fully understand your work...
I feel I've been an important part of it.
[Arden] And so you have, my cherub.
[Moaning]
You'll be free to continue that work once Sister Jude has been turned out.
The monsignor will put you in charge...
and you'll need a strong right hand.
Someone you can trust.
I trust you...
completely.
And I'm very impressed that you managed to get her out...
and into the woods all on your own.
You'd be surprised.
- She weighed very little. - [Chuckles]
- [School Bell Rings] - [Chattering, Laughing]
- [Whistle Blows] - Mikey Curtis, no monkey business!
[Wheezing]
[Wheezing Continues]
[Screaming]
Peggy Cartwright, what on earth is the matter?
There's a monster!
[Wheezing]
[All Screaming]
[Door Shuts]
No! [Screaming, Whimpering]
[Screaming]
Oh! No!
[Screaming Continues, Fades]
[Charlotte Whimpering]
[Muttering]
[Arden] Well, well, well.
Look what the cat dragged in.
That didn't take very long now, did it?
Stay away from me.
Not so tough without your gun.
[Door Slams]
You didn't give it much of a chance.
I have to go to work. I'm afraid to leave her alone.
It's a period of adjustment. I mean, you said yourself... a baby needs its mother.
A normal mother, yes. Charlotte's not normal.
- She's worse. - [Baby Crying]
At least before, she could tune out the crying.
Charlotte?
Do you want to hold your baby?
[Crying Continues]
[Glass Shatters]
Yes, darling. Why don't I do that?
[Thud]
Hey, stop it!
- [Grunts] - [Crying Continues]
Are you insane?
I thought if I brought her home, she spent time with us...
she'd remember who she was, see how much we need her.
Please, Sister.
You have to take her. I can't handle her.
Isn't there some family that could stay with her?
She needs professional help.
The care of a good doctor...
like the doctor that came in here and diagnosed her.
He seemed to understand what she needed.
Dr. Thredson?
You're welcome to consult with him if that's what you want.
Frank?
Find Dr. Thredson. Send him here.
[Ticking]
- Are you ready? - What's the plan? How do we do this?
We walk out the door. We walk straight to my car.
- Do you understand? - What do you mean?
- How do we get past the guard? - Like I said, walk.
Night, Jimmy.
[Frank] Dr. Thredson!
Excuse me. Wh-What were you...
- Dr. Arden? - That's right.
[Sighs] Oh, my God.
You're the... You're the man my wife shot.
Thank you for not pressing charges.
Sh-She doesn't know what she's doing.
She's out of her mind.
Yes. I'm aware of that, Mr. Brown.
But you needn't worry.
I see no reason for punitive action.
Not when there's a far more humane remedy at hand.
As a matter of fact, we could do it tonight.
Then she'd be home by tomorrow, a new woman.
[Woman Screaming, Faint]
[Frank] Dr. Thredson!
Dr. Thredson, Sister Jude is asking for you.
Anne Frank... or whoever she is...
her husband brought her back.
[Trunk Lid Slams]
Don't work here anymore, Frank.
As a matter of fact, I never did.
You can tell her I said that.
[Engine Starts]
[Gasping, Panting]
Are you sure that this is safe?
Not only safe, but highly effective.
In my hands, the transorbital lobotomy...
has become as routine as...
[Chuckles]
Filling a cavity.
[Whispering] Holy apostle, Saint Jude...
faithful servant and friend of Jesus...
the patron of hopeless cases...
and things almost despaired of...
pray for me, who am so miserable.
Make use, I implore thee, of the particular privilege...
that is afforded to thee...
to bring visible and speedy help where help was almost despaired of.
- [Knocking] - [Gasps]
Um, bad news.
We searched everywhere.
Lana Winters is nowhere to be found.
I'm certain she's off grounds, Sister.
[Sighs]
[Exhales]
When I was a child, I'd come home after school to an empty house.
My father had flown the coop.
My mother worked as a maid in a hotel.
It was lonely...
so I brought in a baby squirrel I'd found...
and kept him in a shoe box.
And then one day when I came home...
he looked sickly.
He was dead already, but I didn't know that.
I'd forgotten to...
feed him for a couple days.
So I took him out of the box, and I laid him on the table...
and I prayed my heart out...
for several hours.
And when my mother came home and found us, she screamed bloody murder...
and she picked him up and threw him in the garbage.
[Chuckles]
She worked hard, my mother.
She was exhausted, and she couldn't have known how cruel that was.
But I cried and cried...
saying...
"God didn't answer my prayers."
[Chuckles]
I remember...
my mother was pouring herself a whiskey...
the Martin family cure for everything.
She looked at me and laughed.
"God always answers our prayers, Judy.
It's just rarely...
the answer we're looking for."
[Chuckles]
It's over for me, Frank.
[Sniffles]
My goose is cooked.
I certainly hope you're not blaming yourself.
Men are never gonna accept a woman taking charge...
especially not a woman as strong as you are.
In my opinion, you never really had a chance.
- [Panting, Gasping] - [Watch Ticking]
What's your poison, sweetheart?
[Thredson Exhales]
Make yourself at home.
Dr. Thredson?
Oliver.
I really appreciate everything you've done, but...
I think I want to go to my house.
Lana, once they discover you missing...
the first place they'll look is there.
You're much safer here, at least for the night.
First thing in the morning, we go to the police.
I already have an appointment set up with Detective Spears. I trust him implicitly.
We present the evidence. Together we shut down Briarcliff.
[Chuckles]
Relax. That place is behind you.
Please, come in.
Have a seat.
You've had an incredibly stressful day.
I'm going to prescribe a little something to take the edge off.
I-I don't want any medicine.
A big, delicious glass of wine.
Well, that doesn't sound half bad.
- White or red? - Red.
[Cork Pops]
[Wine Pouring]
[Line Ringing]
No calls.
I was trying to get ahold of my friend Lois.
She might have heard something about Wendy.
Lana, you have to realize that I am at risk as well here.
I broke you out of a mental institution.
I can't afford to let anyone know where you are.
Not until we go public tomorrow.
You're gonna write about this...
and you're gonna win a Pulitzer Prize.
I just know it, Lana.
You are the person to tell my story.
Your story?
Here's to taking down Briarcliff.
Hear, hear.
Mint?
Boy. [Chuckles]
That wine, um, went straight to my head.
Would you mind if I used your restroom?
Sure.
It's right down the hall.
Thank you.
[Sighs]
[Doorknob Rattles]
I think I made a wrong turn.
I see you found my little... hobby.
You make furniture?
Lamps mainly.
- I make the shades myself. - Really?
What kind of material do you use?
Skin.
[Screams]
[Thud]
♪♪[Woman Singing "Dominique"In French]
Grace? When'd you get...
Oh, God.
Hey, we need a doctor!
Those bastards. I can't believe they actually did it.
- [Door Opens] - Dr. Thredson, he promised me this wasn't going to happen.
Kit Walker, you're under arrest for the murder of Donna Burton, Allison Riedel and Alma Walker.
- Wait. - Where's Thredson?
- You guys need to talk to Dr. Thredson. - No, we don't.
- It's a mistake. - We have his evaluation and your taped confession.
- Come on, kid. Let's go. - No. He didn't do it.
- She's still alive. - What?
Everything you said is true.
For Christ's sake, let me talk to her!
I saw her!
- Alma's alive. - Stop!
I saw her!
[Groaning]
[Gasping]
Hello?
Hello!
Wendy.
Oh, my God.
Wendy.
[Sobbing] Wendy!
[Screaming]
[Wailing]
[Thredson] She's been on ice for a while.
I was hoping she'd be a little more pliable by the time you came to.
[Whispering] What's happening?
[Shouting] What did you do to her?
Kept her fresh.
[Exhales] Normally, by now I would've...
removed the skin.
And head.
But we need to keep her around a little longer for our purposes.
We're going to continue our therapy now, Lana.
You can begin...
by kissing her cold lips.
Don't worry.
She won't bite.
[Ragged Breathing]
I took her teeth.
[Screams]
[Chorus] ♪ It could be a wonderful, wonderful world ♪
[Scream Echoing]
[Man, Woman] ♪ If we could consider each other ♪
♪ A neighbor, a friend or a brother ♪
♪ It could be a wonderful, wonderful world ♪
♪ It could be a wonderful world ♪
[Man] ♪ If each little kid could have fresh milk each day ♪
♪ If each workin' man had enough time for play ♪
♪ If each homeless soul had a good place to stay ♪
♪ It could be a wonderful world ♪
- ♪♪[Continues] - [Brown] Honey, I'm home.
What are you kids up to?
We're just cleaning up down here.
- [Baby Cooing] - ♪ It could be a wonderful, wonderful world ♪
♪ It could be a wonderful world ♪
I smelled something yummy in the kitchen.
Pot roast...
with carrots, potatoes and onions.
Well, I'm gonna make a martini.
Don't be silly. I can make that for you.
I can clean up down here tomorrow.
♪ A neighbor, a friend or a brother ♪
- Is that trash? - ♪ It could be a wonderful, wonderful world ♪
- I can take this. - That would be swell.
You seem happy, sweetheart.
Are you as happy as you look?
I've never been happier.
♪ It could be a wonderful world ♪
♪ If we could consider each other ♪
♪ A neighbor, a friend or a brother ♪
♪ It could be a wonderful, wonderful world ♪
♪ It could be a wonderful world ♪
♪ It could be a wonderful, wonderful world ♪
- ♪ It could be ♪ - ♪ It could be ♪
♪ It could be a wonderful world ♪♪
- [Phone Rings] - [Woman] 911. What is your emergency?
[Man] You need to send a car to Briarcliff. They're waiting.
- [Siren Blaring] - [Operator] Who's waiting?
[Man] I've been a very busy boy.
- [Operator] Can you give me your name? - Hello?
[Man] You'll know my name when you see them.
- They were impostors. - [Line Clicks]
- Police. - [Police Radio. Dispatcher, Indistinct]
Anybody here?
Jesus, Bobby.
Holy shit.
[Thunderclap]
[Woman] I used to think it must be my fault.
My own child, who lived inside me for nine months...
someone I nursed and bathed and held and sang lullabies to.
I have two other children, Sister...
both of them perfectly normal.
She sounds like quite a handful, Mrs. Reynolds...
but we do not have a children's ward here.
[Mrs. Reynolds] Oh, but she's more than a child, Sister.
In fact, that's the problem. She's always seemed like an adult.
Do you know that she's never cried?
Not once, not even when she was a little baby.
I'm going to tell you something I haven't told anyone.
- Jenny and her little friend Josie- - [Girl Laughs]
Were playing after school.
I had told them to go out into the woods to gather leaves.
We were gonna make a fall wreath.
See, Josie was the only one who would play with Jenny...
and I wanted it to go well.
I tried to stop him, but he was bigger than me...
and he said he would kill me too...
if I didn't stand very still and be quiet.
He was tall, he had a beard and a brown jacket.
And they never found the bearded man...
with the brown coat, I take it.
They searched.
Two days ago, I was doing the laundry...
[Voice Breaking] And I found this in her pocket.
I can't go to the police.
Sister, I can't. She's my daughter.
Oh, Mrs. Reynolds.
One of my dreams for Briarcliff...
has been to open a children's ward.
There are so many little souls who could use our help.
But we can do nothing until that time.
Prayer... is your strength and your ally.
Could you just meet with her?
She's right downstairs with her coloring book.
Sister, just help me understand.
Where does this evil come from?
Could she have been born that way?
[Sizzling]
[Flame Igniting]
[Utensil Scraping Plate]
[Scraping Continues]
[Inhales, Exhales]
[Man Sighs]
[Thredson] Is there anything more heavenly than waking from a nap...
to the smell of croque-monsieur?
I bet this is what your mother made you after school on a rainy day.
- [Screams] - [Yells]
You can scream all you want. No one will hear you.
Obviously, the basement is soundproof.
Believe me, girls with bigger sets of lungs than yours have tried before.
Where's Wendy?
[Whispering] What did you do with her body?
I put her somewhere where she'll never be found.
Wouldn't do to have her body pop up...
now that Kit Walker has confessed to all those horrendous murders.
Can I tell you a secret?
Nutmeg makes all the difference...
in the world.
Croque-monsieur and tomato soup.
The perfect mommy snack.
Only I didn't have a mother to make this for me.
Of course, I had a mother, but...
I never knew her.
She was about your age when she abandoned me.
- You grew up in an orphanage? - Yeah. In the system.
Where all my basic needs were met... food, water...
a rudimentary education.
And with the help of a leather crop...
learning the difference between right and wrong.
They followed all the rules...
especially the rules against affection...
or any unnecessary bodily contact...
because touch would certainly spoil the child.
- This is good. - But you're right.
This is good.
- It's delicious. - [Chuckles]
I'm not trying to patronize you, Oliver.
I just want you to know how much I appreciate this act of kindness.
I know what it's like to be abandoned.
That's how I felt at Briarcliff.
I was right about you.
You're the one. [Laughs]
[Sharp Inhale]
[Exhales]
Lana, I've always been self-aware.
I knew I was different from the other kids.
I was smarter.
But I was also more afflicted.
That's what led me to study psychiatry...
to better understand my disorder.
It wasn't until medical school that I had my first breakthrough though.
Hey, Thredson, from what I hear...
this is the closest you'll get to a girlfriend this quarter.
[Laughter]
I would laugh along with my idiot colleagues...
but I knew the woman on the table wasn't my girlfriend.
I trust you gentlemen have reviewed the material in preparation for today.
She was my mother.
She was 33 years old, the same age as my mother when she abandoned me.
The same age as you, Lana.
Now I knew logically, rationally...
that the woman on the table wasn't my mother...
but somehow, in the cosmic joke that is my life...
I felt like she could be.
And it was poetic justice that I would be meeting her...
for the first time on a slab in my gross anatomy class.
- [Sighs] - It was then that I knew...
what I was missing.
A mother's touch.
Skin-to-skin contact.
That's what I was craving.
It's what I was missing my whole life.
Oh, but she smelled of formaldehyde.
[Sniffs]
And her skin, even after I removed it, was cold and stiff.
Have you ever read or heard about the Harlow studies?
Baby rhesus monkeys were separated from their mothers after birth...
and they were given two substitute mothers:
A wire mesh one with milk...
and the other covered in terry cloth.
Every monkey preferred the terry cloth-covered mother...
even if it didn't have milk.
- Because of the warmth? - Because of the skin.
Even monkeys know the difference.
I tried. I really tried.
But that cadaver did nothing to quiet my craving.
I needed someone...
a little more lively.
- [Thud] - [Gasps]
[Woman Panting, Whimpering]
Warm living skin.
- [Sobbing] - No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
It's okay.
It's okay, because now that you're here...
all of that work is behind me.
Mommy.
[Ringing]
- Hello? - [Man] Sister Jude.
It's Sam Goodman.
Sam, I tried calling you...
but you never got back to me.
I was working on your case.
[Stammering] Yes, but I asked you to stop.
I mean, this girl, this mental patient, she wasn't Anne Frank.
I mean, she just made the whole thing up.
Well, somehow she got it right.
He is Hans Gruper.
He was an S.S. Officer and a physician...
- at Auschwitz. - What?
Do you say she... she got it right?
After the liberation...
he obtained a laissez-passer...
from the International Red Cross under the name Arthur Arden.
[Gasps]
I have the original documents...
from the Red Cross...
but I need Gruper's fingerprint to establish a match.
Be careful. The man is dangerous and a flight risk.
These men are always on their guard.
The moment they get nervous, they disappear.
As soon as you have the print, bring it directly to the motel.
[Dial Tone]
- Who are you? - I'm Jenny.
[Sighs] I told your mother...
we don't have a children's ward here.
- Where is she? - She's gone.
She kissed me on the cheek...
and said, "Be good, Jenny."
Sister Mary Eunice!
I need help here.
- [Chattering] - [Woman On P.A., Faint]
- Monsignor, thank you for coming. - Oh, it's my pleasure.
I consider it a privilege to perform last rites.
Well, thank God you're a man of compassion.
We called several priests in the area...
but they were all in a panic over the news reports.
Especially after they published those grim pictures of her.
- What exactly is wrong with her? - No one knows.
Our doctors have ordered a battery of tests.
But she did test positive for T.B.
Oh, I didn't realize there were still new cases.
I should warn you...
the sight of her is quite shocking.
We're all God's creatures.
[Wheezing]
I'll be in the hall if you need me.
[Wheezing Continues]
My child.
- [Wheezing Continues] - Shelley?
Oh! [Chuckles]
Look at that, Father James.
This will make a splendid dayroom for our residents.
[Coughing]
Oh, l... I thought all T.B. Patients had been cleared out.
These are the incurables...
those whose tuberculosis was too far advanced...
for any of the new miracle drugs to have an effect.
- God bless. - [Arden] Well, he hasn't yet.
Dr. Arthur Arden, Briarcliff's tubercular ward's supervising physician.
Former supervising physician, I should say.
Father Timothy Howard.
Yes, I know who you are.
- You're the new owner. - [Coughing]
Sally Starns.
She was actually a nurse here at one time.
She won't live till morning, not if she's lucky.
[Monsignor Howard] Through this holy anointing...
may the Lord and his love and mercy...
help you with the grace of the Holy Spirit.
May the Lord who frees you from sin...
save you and raise you up.
It's all right, my daughter.
The Prince of Peace opens his arms to you.
Back when the epidemic was at its worst...
we'd sometimes move more than a hundred bodies a week down through here.
Horrible. How did you manage to keep up with all the burials?
There were no burials. Most of the people here have long since been forgotten.
We incinerate the bodies in the crematorium out back...
and store the ashes in here.
All these wasted lives.
All these wasted opportunities.
I suppose it'll be a relief for you to finally leave this place.
[Arden] The end of my tenure at Briarcliff...
also means the end of my research.
Research?
I've been working on an immune booster.
It's a sort of bacterial cocktail, if you will.
It would actually inhibit most disease...
from ever taking hold in the human body.
What would you need to further your work?
Human trials would have been the next step.
I assume it would be difficult to find volunteers.
From the general public, yes.
But there are those whose lives otherwise serve no purpose.
Through our work together, they would have contributed to the greater good...
a good that would not go unnoticed...
even in Rome.
[Weeping]
♪♪[Record Player. Classical]
♪♪ [Humming]
♪♪[Record Scratches, Music Stops]
I'm sorry. Would you have preferred Mozart?
Jude was right about you. You're a monster.
Why do you look for the speck of sawdust...
in your brother's eye...
and pay no attention to the plank in your own?
I saw that girl... what you did to Shelley.
All in the name of progress.
Isn't that what we agreed upon?
No, you told me this was for the greater good.
- You mutilated her! - Perhaps.
But you're missing the entire point.
Briarcliff is a receptacle for human waste...
each patient a perfect example of an evolutionary failure.
- ♪♪ [Woman Humming] - [Man Moaning]
♪ Yes, Jesus ♪
- [Grunting] - ♪ Loves me ♪
- Yeah. Oh, yeah. That's it. That's it. Yeah. - ♪ The Bible ♪
- Oh. - ♪ Tells me ♪♪
- [Door Opens] - [Gasps]
Another mess to clean up, Mr. Spivey?
You seem to have mistaken the broom closet for the playground...
where you used to expose yourself to innocent little boys and girls.
No, never the boys, Doc. I had my standards.
You are utterly depraved. You've done nothing to improve yourself.
No, you're wrong, Doc. I'm a new man.
I used to have these disgusting urges...
that wouldn't quit until I busted a nut, even in public.
But I'm not sneaking around with my pants down anymore.
It was Sister Mary Eunice that asked me to come watch her flash her pussy.
My aim was to give these wasted lives purpose, meaning...
and I've succeeded beyond my wildest imagination.
My experiments with a combination of syphilis and tuberculosis...
have produced results unseen in the history of medical science.
When they arrived here, these patients were less than men.
Now, because of me, they're more than human.
Would you care to see what your benevolence has produced?
[Keys Jingle]
- Witness the next stage of human evolution. - [Labored Breathing]
[Monsignor Howard] Have you lost your mind?
Why on earth would you do this?
Why?
When the Russians launch their nuclear missiles...
20 million Americans will be incinerated instantly.
Another 20 million will suffer a slow, agonizing death.
Natural selection would have weeded out the weak...
but only over the course of time.
Whereas I have managed to improve the species now...
so that we can survive the atomic blast...
live through the radiation and become dominant once again.
- You should be locked away. - With you to keep me company?
We're in this together, Father. Remember?
You gave me your blessing, along with the facility and the subjects.
I cannot allow this to continue. I have to expose this to the light of day.
If you do open that window, the light will illuminate everything in Briarcliff.
And I mean everything.
Yes, that's what I thought.
Now you listen to me.
You and I have nothing to fear from each other.
However, we do have a threat in common.
We both know where the real danger lies.
Can I try that?
You're too young to use a knife. You'll cut yourself.
Why'd your mother abandon you here anyway?
- She's scared of me. - Really?
Why?
She thinks I killed Josie.
- Did you? - No.
- Did so. - How do you know?
I know everything.
I'm the devil.
She deserved it, that Josie.
She was just a phony little shit.
She didn't even like you.
She just played with you 'cause her mother told her to.
Ugh.
But you're lucky, because you were born...
with the gift of authentic impulse.
Don't ever let them kill it. I wasted so much time trying to be a good girl.
All I wanted in the whole world was for people to like me.
- ♪ Tomorrow ♪ - [Woman] Okay, okay, everyone, it's time!
Let's all welcome Mary Eunice McKee...
to our annual pool event.
♪♪[Continues]
Hey, why don't you get up on the diving board, Mary Eunice?
You're our guest of honor today.
- ♪ Love me ♪ - Go ahead.
- ♪ But how do I know? ♪ - ♪ Tell me, how do I know? ♪
All right, everyone.
On the count of three, we're all gonna drop our robes.
One...
two...
- three! - [All Laughing]
♪ Tomorrow ♪♪
♪♪[Continues]
I was just everyone's victim.
Poor Mary Eunice.
Ugh.
[Sniffles]
The only place I thought I'd be safe was with God.
[Scoffs] God.
You know there's no God, right?
You already figured out that it's just a bunch of crap...
someone made up to keep you from being who you are...
from doing what you really want to do.
What a chump.
Look where it got me.
Right here, taking shit from a mean old bitch...
who drinks and wears trashy red lingerie...
[Whispering] Under her habit.
[Both Chuckle]
But not for long.
They're gonna lock me up in my room.
I'll never be able to do anything I want ever again.
Don't be a whiner.
You're smarter than they are.
Don't you ever forget it.
Maybe you just need to learn how to defend yourself.
Fine. We'll be expecting you.
Monsignor.
Crisis averted.
I mean, she-she went off and... and left her daughter here...
as if we're some kind of personal child care facility.
[Chuckles] For heaven's sakes...
what is that expression on your face, Timothy?
It seems Briarcliff's become quite a burden for you.
No. No, it...
We just had a few, uh, difficult days...
but the order has been restored...
Sister, I've contacted a colleague...
Father Bernard, in Pittsburgh.
He's just opened a home for wayward girls.
I've recommended you highly...
to run it.
- Are you firing me? - You've lost your way.
You need a new beginning.
You're booked on a plane out of Logan Airport...
Friday morning, 8:30 a.m.
This is... This is all about Dr. Arden, isn't it?
Dr. Arden is not the issue here!
Dr. Arden is entirely the issue here!
He has turned you against me, but I was right about him.
Pack up your things, Sister.
♪♪[Radio. Chorus Singing Hymn]
Little Jenny Reynolds's mother came by and picked her up.
That's fine.
[Sniffles]
Is there anything else, Sister?
No, Sister.
Yes, Sister. What are you doing?
I'm packing.
I'm leaving Briarcliff.
The monsignor, in his wisdom...
has decided that my talents would serve better elsewhere...
Pittsburgh, as it turns out.
Pittsburgh?
No, Sister Jude, you can't leave Briarcliff.
I have no choice.
But what will become of us?
[Chuckles]
No, I won't leave you to the tender mercies of Dr. Arden.
There's something I can do before I'm exiled.
Go to the kitchen.
The special bottle of cognac I keep for the monsignor...
bring it to me.
And two very clean glasses.
[Ringing]
Thredson residence.
Thank God you picked up, Dr. Thredson. You're my one phone call.
Listen, you gotta help me.
The cops put me in jail, and they say they have proof...
I killed Alma and those other ladies.
They say they have a tape of my confession.
[Gasping]
I thought we had a deal.
You said if I say all that stuff out loud...
you'd tell the courts I could stay at Briarcliff.
No, Kit. I told you to say what you believe is true.
[Kit] I was confused.
Now I know the truth. Alma's not dead. Grace saw her.
- She told me. - Kit.
You need to take responsibility for what you did.
[Moans]
You said you'd lie for me so I could avoid the chair, but all you did was lie to me.
How'd the cops get the tape? Did you give it to them?
Oh, come on. [Pants, Groans]
That was your plan all along. You didn't want to help me.
You're full of shit, and you're a liar.
Oh, stop. You stop calling me that.
You're a phony, lying bastard!
Stop... Stop calling me that!
[Panting]
[Gasps]
He's unbelievable. [Panting]
He has the nerve to call me a liar...
when he's the one spouting fantasies...
about little green men!
Kit?
You talked to him?
Perspiration from a rise in body temperature.
Accelerated heart rate.
- What are you up to? - Nothing.
I knew it.
You were gonna abandon me.
Just like my mother.
[Sobbing] No. No.
Oh, God.
You're all the same.
- I'm not... - Shut your dirty mouth.
I'm not like them. I'm not.
I'm not like them. I'm not like them.
- It's such a disappointment... - I'm not.
When people don't live up to expectations.
[Panting]
Sometimes all you can do is...
end it.
This is your fault.
- You have no one to blame but yourself. - Please.
♪♪[Pop. Intro]
[Singing With Radio] ♪ You don't own me ♪
♪ I'm not just one of your many toys ♪
♪ You don't own me ♪
♪ Don't say I can't go with other boys ♪
♪ And don't tell me what to do ♪
♪ And don't tell me what to say ♪
- ♪ And, please, when I go out with you ♪ - [Phone Ringing]
♪ Don't put me on display... ♪♪
- ♪♪ [Humming] - [Ringing Continues]
- Hello. - It's Sam Goodman.
[Lmitating Sister Jude] This is Sister Jude.
♪♪[Record Player. Choral]
[Knocking]
A toast, Arthur.
A toast to what?
You won.
And I've always prided myself on my good sportsmanship.
To your impressive single-mindedness.
I thought this was supposed to be a toast.
Ah, yes.
We're abstaining these days, aren't we?
I wouldn't dream of drinking alone.
You know...
there are times in life that warrant an exception.
To you.
And to God's will.
[Chuckles]
Yes?
I'm sorry. Did Sister Jude send you?
She doesn't know I'm here.
- [Phone Ringing] - [Man Speaking, Faint]
- [Ringing Continues] - Mr. Goodman?
I came as fast I could.
- I have the glass with the fingerprints. - [Ringing Continues]
Mr. Goodman?
[Ringing Continues]
Hello.
- Hello? - [Line Clicks, Dial Tone]
[Whispers] Strange.
- [Thudding] - [Gasps]
Oh, God.
Oh, no!
[Screams]
[Sobbing] No.
Oh, God.
Oh, my God. I'll call an ambulance.
No, no. Listen. Listen.
- What? - Listen.
- Arden did this.
- No, no. A nun. - What?
What? What?
- What did... - A nun.
- A nun?
A nun?
- What... - One of... yours.
One of... yours.
Hans Gruper.
You were handsome.
Do you mean to tell me Sister Jude...
has this Israeli Sherlock Holmes...
holed up in some motel?
She was determined to expose you.
But you don't need to worry anymore.
I've taken care of everything, Hans.
Don't... call me that.
Ever.
- Are you quite sure this is all of it? - No.
It's not all of it.
I've hidden some evidence away...
in case you try and double-cross me.
You must understand...
these so-called Nazi hunters...
are nothing but... self-loathing, self-seeking...
money-grubbing Jews!
The Catholic Church certainly understood that.
- At least the Pope had the good sense to... - Arthur.
I am not a monster! I'm a visionary.
[Groans]
Do you have any idea how lonely a path this is?
What it's like to have to carry on your work in secret...
hiding from those pious vigilantes?
Arthur!
You're preaching to the converted.
Why?
Why are you protecting me?
You're not in love with me.
[Chuckles]
I'm no fool.
I know I'm too old.
Too ugly.
Is there something...
you want from me?
This is the beginning of a whole new era.
All you need to do...
is trust me...
with your entire soul...
and I promise you...
that everything will work out.
Who killed her? Did you see him?
He was tall.
He had a beard and a brown jacket.
First, he slashed my brother and sister's throats.
Then he stabbed my mother in the back.
I tried to stop him...
but he said he would kill me too...
if I moved a muscle.
[Thredson] You'll try not to scream...
but you will.
They always do when I make the first incision.
But then shock will take over...
and you won't feel anything.
It doesn't have to be this way.
I wish that were true, Lana.
[Sobbing]
I had such high hopes for you.
From the moment I saw you...
so ambitious, so... alive.
I was never alive in there.
No, not there.
Before Briarcliff.
[Lana] Oh, come on, Phil.
Aren't you sick and tired of writing the same piece with different names?
Start with some blood and guts, a pinch of sympathy for the poor victims...
and then top it off with moral outrage.
- Isn't that the recipe? - You're the one who knows about recipes.
What are you doing here? And when did you get assigned to the crime beat?
You think Upton Sinclair waits to be assigned a story? I'm making this my story.
- Oh, a woman's touch, huh? - Yes, exactly.
That's what's been missing from this story.
You think this mook's just some monster...
but no monster starts off that way.
He was somebody's precious baby, crying for his mommy.
- [Reporters Shouting Questions] - Here comes your precious baby now.
- [Phil] Hey, Walker, why'd you do it? - Yeah, why'd you do it, dickhead?
Where's the body? Come on, Walker.
You got nothing to say?
[Shouting Continues]
You got a statement, Walker?
I thought that you were the first person who could understand.
I do.
- I do understand. - No!
You don't.
[Ragged Breathing]
That's all right, Oliver.
I don't want you to feel guilty.
A mother's love is unconditional.
You never had that, did you?
Everyone deserves that.
Even you...
baby.
[Gasps, Sniffles]
- [Sobbing] - It's me.
My baby.
[Sniffles]
Baby needs colostrum.
[Moaning]
Car out front is registered to a Leo Morrison out of Encino, California.
- He one of our dead trick-or-treaters? - Doubtful.
Mr. Morrison was in his early 30s.
We're putting these three as teenagers.
Still trying to I.D. Them.
[Man] Detective! We got another one!
Mr. Morrison, I presume.
All right, full search of the grounds.
Let's do it before we lose daylight.
We're looking for at least a body part.
Chances are, whoever called this in is our perp.
♪♪[Cell Phone Ringtone Plays]
♪♪[Ringtone Continues]
This is Detective John Grayson. Who is this?
[Man] You know who I am.
No, I don't. Did you kill these people?
- Only the impostors. I just wanted you to know that. - [Line Clicks]
Just spoke to Leo Morrison's sister.
He's out here on his honeymoon.
Shit. Where's his bride?
[Woman Gasping]
[Woman] I went to see Lilies of the Field last night.
[Woman #2] I'm reading the book right now.
Sidney Poitier's performance was fabulous.
I'm right at the part where he's starting to build the chapel.
- Oh, I won't ruin it for you then. - [Laughs]
- Good morning. - [Woman] Good morning.
Good morning, Sister.
[Ragged Breathing]
She's burning up.
[Gasps]
God!
Grace? Grace?
Should I call Dr. Arden?
[Whispering] That butcher? He's the one who did this to her.
[Woman #2] Should I call an ambulance?
She'll be dead before it gets here.
[Woman #2] I can't stop the bleeding.
[Woman #1] She's turning blue.
I'm ready.
[Woman #1] She's not breathing.
[Groans]
[Gasping]
We almost lost you, Grace.
You should have let me go.
[Thunderclap]
Doing a little afternoon gardening, Doctor?
Just repotting this Salvia divinorum.
It's not thriving as it should...
and I'm determined to revive it.
And I have every confidence... you will.
I worry less for your plants than I do for your patients.
But... I mean...
since you appear to be all thumbs...
surely one of them is green.
I beg your pardon?
The French girl, Grace. She nearly died this morning because of you.
What are you talking about?
The sterilization that Sister Jude ordered. You botched it, Arthur.
- She's been hemorrhaging. - Sterilization?
The nurses have stabilized her for now...
but if she takes another turn...
I might have to send her to a real hospital or let her bleed out.
Which I suppose is the real... alternative.
We can't really afford to let the outside world...
get a look at your handiwork, now, can we?
I performed no sterilization, Sister.
Oh, Arthur, you back to your old tricks?
All of her girl parts have been scooped out.
I must say I don't care much for your insinuations or your tone.
As the head of this institution...
I demand to be spoken to with at least a modicum of respect.
That's rich, Arthur.
Do you really think you're in charge?
You touch me again...
you will die.
[Groans]
I hope this clarifies the chain of command, Arthur.
♪... Holy ghost ♪
♪ Creator blest ♪
♪ And in our hearts ♪♪
[Man's Voice] You know what you need to do.
You know it in your heart.
Time to be brave and do the right thing and don't blow your one chance.
Somebody's got to be the hero...
so why not you for once in your miserable life?
[Whirring]
You know you're nothing but a filthy drunk.
You never did nothin' for nobody! Here's your chance to do something!
Shut up! Shut the hell up!
I warned you about your dirty mouth.
That wasn't to you, Sister.
I was talking to the voices in my head. They get real loud sometimes.
Cursing won't help silence anything.
- You're right, Sister. - So what's it gonna be?
A life of pure shit, or the legacy of a brave, heroic soldier?
[Whirring]
You know, Sister...
these slices look a little uneven.
What are you talking about, Miles? They look fine.
I think there's something wrong with the slicer.
Let me take a look at it. I'm real good with machines.
[Man's Voice] You know what you need to do-
For once in your miserable life-
You never did nothin'for nobodyl
Here's your chance to do somethingl
[Screaming]
We got the bleeding stopped, but he's gonna need stitches. A lot of 'em.
Sister Mary Eunice, I'm so sorry.
Sister Jude's going to be very angry with me.
What the hell's that supposed to mean?
[Sister Mary Eunice] It's a name.
- Don't look like English. - It's not.
It's ancient Aramaic.
Miles.
That name on the wall... How do you know it?
Name?
Is that what it is?
I don't know. I can't even read it.
Why would I write it?
[Whispering] Did you summon her?
Summon who?
- We should get him stitched, Sister. - Fine.
Once that's accomplished, put him in isolation.
We don't reward this kind of behavior.
Get this wall scrubbed at once!
[Frank] Careful not to open them stitches.
You all right, Miles?
I don't wanna be here no more.
- It's just for one night, Miles. - I don't mean this room, Frank.
I mean this world.
[Door Closes]
[Light Switches Clanking]
[Grunts]
Who are you?
You know who I am, Miles. You summoned me.
I did?
I'm here to help you, if that's what you want.
[Grunting]
Help me.
[Grunts]
Shall I kiss you, Miles?
Shall I kiss you...
and make this all go away?
Yes.
- [Door Opens] - Who's there?
Who dares look upon Shachath?
Show yourself.
You did what you had to do. Now leave.
What are you that you can look upon me?
I'm just a simple nun.
A nun, perhaps...
but not so simple.
Something else resides in you.
One like me, but fallen.
- Cousin. - I am no cousin of yours.
Now leave this place. You're not wanted here.
I was invited, unlike you.
Do you know why you seek me out, Cousin?
- I don't seek you out. - Oh, but you do.
Or some part of you, the part that used to be pure.
The human girl you've taken hostage sings to me.
[Sobs]
O Heavenly Host...
will you release me?
Can you release me?
Oh, shut up...
you stupid sow!
She likes it here.
We like it.
We have work left to do.
So do I.
We'll meet again.
[Paper Rustling]
[Chart Sets On Table]
You're grievously ill, Grace.
There's an infection coursing through your body...
probably caused by a botched hysterectomy.
I've been accused of having committed this savagery.
Both you and I know it's not the truth.
At this stage, it would be easier just to let you die...
but I will not be the one to take the fall for this.
You will require a strict regimen of medicines...
and around-the-clock care.
But you will live, Grace...
if only to set the record straight.
[Rattling]
[Rattling Continues]
[Moaning]
It's all right.
Everything accurate as, uh, far as you can remember?
Yeah, I-I said these things, but I didn't confess.
It was a headshrinker trick.
Kid, they're going to play the tape for the jury...
and if I hear what this says you said...
I convict.
Did you talk to Grace like I told ya?
She could testify that she saw Alma.
My wife is not dead, and it proves I didn't do it.
First of all, she's a patient in a mental institution.
So what she saw is not likely to convince a lot of people.
Second, they tell me she's real sick.
She might not even make it to the hearing.
The one way I saw for you to avoid the electric chair...
Dr. Thredson took away.
Now, that doesn't mean that you can't change his mind.
Uh, I'm not telling you to lie...
but, uh, if you started to act up...
maybe we could build a defense...
to get 12 people to, uh, be convinced that, uh...
that you can't tell the difference between right and wrong.
[Groans]
[Groaning]
You heard me calling?
I don't think I can do this anymore.
[Sobbing]
Death would be better.
I used to be scared of it...
but I'm not afraid anymore.
Just let go.
I'm right here with you.
No.
Not yet.
[Oliver] Lana?
Are you decent?
[Sighs]
I think we need to have a little talk, don't you?
- If that's what you want. - It is.
First of all, I want you to know that I'm not angry.
What happened before was wrong.
It was very wrong, and I don't blame you. It was my fault.
Truth is, I probably shouldn't have brought you here in the first place.
- What do you mean? - If there's one thing you should know about me...
it's that I'm tenacious... I don't like to give up.
And that kind of stick-to-itiveness has served me and my patients very well...
but sometimes it also prevents me from acknowledging...
when I have reached an impasse like the one I think we've reached here.
An impasse?
[Laughs]
[Sighs] Don't look so frightened, okay? I don't want to hurt you.
I want this to be as painless for you as possible.
So I will give you a choice. I can either cut your throat, or I can strangle you.
I don't believe in guns.
[Sobs] Oh, God.
Oh, Christ, what am I saying?
It doesn't matter how we do it.
- We'll put you out. - [Quietly] Please, no.
You won't feel a thing.
Please, please, no. No, no.
Please, please. No, no, no. No!
Stop it! Stop fighting.
- [Whimpering] - Stop fighting!
No!
You'll be reunited with Wendy.
You remember Wendy? Don't you?
[Grunts, Groans]
[Both Grunting]
Get off!
[Yells]
[Tires Screeching]
Drive. Go, please.
Please drive away. Please!
[Panting]
♪♪[Radio. Country]
Thank you. You saved my life.
You didn't give me much of a choice. You jumped in the car.
I'm sorry. I had to get away from him.
Did you have a fight with your boyfriend? What did you do to him?
[Engine Accelerating]
Nothing. What makes you think it was my fault?
- He almost killed me. - [Chuckles]
- And he's not my boyfriend. - Yeah?
Of course it wasn't your fault.
Women are always the victims.
♪♪[Continues]
[Tires Screeching]
- Could you please just take me to the police? - Oh, is that how it works?
You get into my car, and then you tell me what to do?
Please stop the car and let me get out.
That's right. That's what you bitches do. You get out. You leave.
You abandon ship at the smallest sign of a storm.
[Chuckles] What are you gonna do?
You gonna get out of a car going 50 miles an hour?
Be my guest! Go!
Why are you doing this to me?
Why did she take 10 years of marriage and flush it down the toilet?
Why did I catch another man screwing my wife in my own bed?
I didn't do anything to you.
You brought this on yourself.
No. Not you.
Not after everything.
I can't take it anymore. The lies, betrayal, the cheating.
It's all gonna end.
- [Gunshot] - [Screaming]
[Tires Screeching]
[Crashing]
[Man Yelling, Faint]
[Woman Screaming, Faint]
[Patients Screaming, Faint]
Try not to move. You'll be in terrible pain.
You've had quite the adventure.
The police said the car accident was horrific.
I'm afraid it was fatal for the driver.
But you're safe now.
Back to Briarcliff, where you belong.
[Electricity Crackling]
[Sister Jude] Oh, God. Oh, no!
Oh, no, no!
Oh, God.
I'll call an ambulance.
No, no. Listen. Listen.
- What? - Listen. Listen.
- Arden did this. - No, no. Nun...
What? What?
- What... - A nun.
- A nun? A nun?
One of yours.
Yours. One of y-yours.
[Screams]
[Sobbing, Wailing]
We have to get you help.
Oh!
[Dialing]
- [Woman] Operator. - Operator, get me the police.
Hold on, please.
[TV. Static]
Oh, God, no!
- [Crying] - [Rapid Knocking]
[Knocking Continues]
[Knocking]
[Man] Judy!
Judy, you alive in there?
Hold on.
♪♪[Radio. Man Singing Pop]
Hey. Terry.
Jesus, Judy, I've been out here knocking for 10 minutes.
Hang on.
♪ Put me in your spell ♪
Hey, come on in.
- Excuse the clutter. - Where were you last night?
- Last night? - We had a gig at the White Rose.
- Oh. - You didn't show up.
Ah!
- We had to go on without a singer. - Ah, shit.
I-I've... I've been a little under the weather.
- [Coughing] - I can see that.
You might wanna open a window. It's pretty ripe in here.
How'd it go?
Uh, it went great.
Barry called his cousin...
and she got there by the third set.
What's this?
Just a little something to... tide you over.
You're out of the band, Judy.
What, because of one gig?
It's not just the one gig. You've been slipping for a long time.
We all noticed it, and it got real clear last night after Barry's cousin filled in.
[Scoffs] Barry's cousin?
What, she's Dinah Shore all of a sudden?
She don't have to be. She was on key.
♪♪[Continues]
He's been trying to get his fat cousin in there for months now.
No, this is a conspiracy.
This is a conspiracy against me!
I'm sorry.
Wait. Hey, what do I have to do?
Come on, Terry.
Come on, man. Tell me. Just tell me what I've got to do.
- Stop it. - Come on.
I could make you feel real good.
- I've always wondered what it felt like... - You're embarrassing yourself.
With a colored man.
Stop it! You smell of vomit!
[Growls]
There's a card in there with a number.
A detective, uh, wants you to call him.
What?
Yeah, uh, there was a hit-and-run...
couple blocks from the club last Thursday night.
A little girl got run down...
and cops wanna know if anybody saw anything.
You take care, Judy.
We'll see you around.
[Door Closes]
[Whimpering]
[Man On Radio] The search continues tonight for the hit-and-run driver...
responsible-
[Man] ♪... the alley with pretty, playful Sally ♪
♪ Rollin'down the alley Bowlin'Sally and me ♪
♪ We bowl away our daily blues ♪
♪ When we tie on those bowlin'shoes ♪♪
[Tires Screeching]
[Gasps]
♪♪[Continues, Faint]
♪♪[Pipe Organ. Spiritual]
[Sighs]
♪♪ [Continues]
[Sighs]
Excuse me, miss. Is everything all right?
Are you hurt?
No. I'm fine.
Everything's fine.
[Phone Ringing]
[Ringing]
- Hello. - [Woman] Judy Martin?
Who is this?
It's your conscience calling.
- Mary Eunice, what have you done? - What have I done?
No, no, no.
The question is, what have you done?
That dead man lying on the floor...
he was investigating you, or so his papers will show.
A 15-year-old unsolved hit-and-run case.
How did you know about that?
I know everything.
I was in your head, remember?
[Shouting Unknown Language, Screaming]
Don't even think about coming back here, Judy.
You might wanna start running now, though the truth is...
how far do you think you can get?
Oh, um, I left a bottle of, um, Kentucky something or other.
It's for you. I left something else there for you too.
[Siren Blaring In Distance]
[No Audible Dialogue]
[Chuckles]
You jumped the gun again.
It was a passing thought.
Nothing but a passing thought.
Your song was different this time...
much more plaintive and piercing.
Never trust a drunk.
I'm just the little girl who cried wolf.
Aren't you sick of me yet?
I come when I'm called. It's what I do, Jude.
I don't judge. I never judge.
What was so different this time?
Was my song... so different...
the night Casey left me, the night before our wedding...
when I told him he'd given me syphilis...
and I'd never be able to have children?
I forgave him.
He just stared at me like I didn't even exist.
Called me a liar and a whore.
All I ever wanted was my own family...
my own children to teach and love.
Why didn't I die that night?
You were young. You still had hope.
And the night I killed a child...
the night I ran over that little girl in blue...
why not that night?
That was when God revealed he had a plan for you.
He gave you a calling.
And now he's taken it away.
[Chuckles]
I've been living on borrowed time, haven't I?
Sooner or later, he was bound to figure out...
I never really rose to his challenge.
I'm still just a...
drunken whore...
and a murderer...
trying to disguise my darkness...
under that miserable black cloth.
You deserve some peace, Jude.
You deserve a peace...
befitting your extraordinary, tireless efforts...
to find meaning in this life.
How long can you live on free coffee and crackers, Jude?
The winters here are long, and they're very cold.
And the whiskey won't keep you warm.
It just rots your insides.
Peace is so close, Sister.
[Whispers] I'm ready.
But I need to do one last thing.
Poor thing.
Maybe we should call Briarcliff.
At least they could give her a bed for the night.
[Baby Crying]
I'm sorry. She's a fussy baby, this one.
So you were saying you were Missy's teacher?
- Hank, you bringing that coffee? - I got it, dear.
- Here you go. - So kind.
I, um...
I know you have to get to work.
- So I'll only take a minute of your time. L... - So...
you were her teacher, you say?
No, actually, I'm a nun.
You don't look like a nun.
Honey, they're not always in their habits.
He's a little old-fashioned.
So, you were her Sunday school teacher?
[Baby Cooing]
I, uh, remember her little blue coat.
[Woman] Oh, yeah.
I bought that for her...
'cause she pitched a full-on fit in the middle of Filene's Basement.
That girl could not take no for an answer. Right, Hank?
The truth is, Mr. And Mrs. Stone...
I came here to tell you a story about your daughter, Missy.
- [Door Opens] - And I want...
What a night. Big bus accident.
Three people dead. Everyone else a bloody mess.
- [Woman] Oh, sweetheart. - She sleep through the night?
Only woke up once around 1:00 a.m.
There's Mommy.
We keep her when Missy does the night shift.
Oh, Missy, this is Sister...
Um, what'd you say your name was?
You're Missy?
Little Missy?
With the blue coat?
Who are you?
I'm so confused.
I thought someone ran over you.
I thought you died out there, on the street.
You mean back then, when I was a girl?
[Sighs, Sniffles] Oh, forgive me. I, uh...
All these years, I've been lighting candles for your soul...
and your parents.
You see, I, um...
The accident happened...
right about the time I was thinking of joining the church.
In fact, it was...
one of the reasons that led me...
to take the vows.
And recently, I've been struggling with my faith...
wondering if I really belong in the church...
and it made me think of you and your tragedy.
I thought if I came...
[Sighs]
And here you are.
[Fussing]
[Woman] Hank struggled too.
Um, for a long time, he...
he wanted to get revenge on the bastard who ran her over.
But I told him, "Hank, our Missy came home to us with a few broken bones.
We get to live with our daughter.
The monster who left her there has to live with himself."
No. I won't. I have to stay awake.
Where is Sister Jude? I need to speak to Sister Jude.
It's all right. I'll see to her.
Where's Sister Jude? I need to speak to Sister Jude.
Sister Jude is no longer with us.
I'm in charge now.
- You? - That's right.
- Now, you simply must take... - You don't understand.
Dr. Thredson...
Dr. Thredson isn't here either.
He's a murderer.
- What? - He killed Wendy.
Wendy?
My Wendy. And all the others.
It was him. It was Thredson.
Right from the start, it was him. You have to send for the police.
- You have to stop him. - Calm down.
Get back in bed, please, or I'll be forced to get Frank to restrain you.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
I can't be chained down again. You don't know what happened.
I know you've been in a very, very serious automobile accident...
and you're confused.
I'm not confused!
I am telling you, Kit Walker is innocent.
Oliver Thredson is Bloody Face.
I love your work, Bloody Face. [Cackling]
He admitted everything to me...
what he does to them.
I believe you.
You do?
Yes.
Please, Sister, he cannot know that I am here.
No one knows.
No one knows that you're here.
Now, please, just... just take these.
You have to go to the police.
- All of the evidence is in his basement. - I understand.
I do.
It's where he kills them.
It's where he violated me.
You're safe now.
How is she?
She's still very confused, I'm afraid.
She claims that Dr. Thredson attacked her.
- Hmm. - She claims...
Well, she insists that Kit Walker is innocent.
Well, state police got a different opinion.
Kit Walker escaped custody. He's a fugitive.
- Order on him is shoot on sight. - My gracious.
[Woman Screaming, Faint]
[Snarling]
[Growling]
My child, what are you doing down here?
Only a day ago you were at the brink of death.
You should be convalescing.
Didn't you hear? I'm Dr. Arden's little miracle.
Yet I open my eyes, and I'm still at Briarcliff.
Can't say that's much of an improvement.
You make the best of what life gives you. Come, Grace. Go to your...
No. Please, Sister.
I'm gonna crawl out of my skin if I have to lay on that bed again.
When I'm done cleaning, you'll have to go.
Actually, you have to go now.
- What are you doing here? - I couldn't let you die here, Grace.
Now come on.
- Help! Help! - I'm not gonna hurt you.
- [Growls] - [Screaming]
Help!
- [Creature Snarling] - Hey!
[Wails]
- Drop it. - No!
- Grace? - Stay away from her!
Back up or I'll shoot you! Walker, I'll shoot you.
Put your hands where I can see 'em. Back up.
Are you ready for me?
Yes.
I'm free.