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Since the schoolyard,

neither of you has ever walked away from a physical conflict.

No, no, not because you enjoy it,

but because retreat isn’t something you consider an option.

We weren’t raised to run, Doc.

Ah! Yes. “Raised”

And who raised you, Marshal?

Me?

Wolves. Ah!

Very impressive defense mechanisms.

Do you beiieve in God, Marshai?

No, I’m quite serious.

You ever seen a death camp, Doctor?

Huh?

His English really is very good.

You hit the consonants a tad hard, though.

You’re a German?

Is legal immigration a crime, Marshal?

Oh, I don’t know, Doctor. You tell us.

Now, listen.

We’re gonna need those files on Sheehan and the rest of the staff as well.

No personnel files will be released to you. Period.

We’re gonna need those files. Out of the question.

Bullshit, out of the question! Bullshit!

Just who the hell’s in charge here, anyway, huh?

Dr. Naehring acts as liaison to our Board of Overseers.

He relayed your request, and it’s been refused.

Refused? They don’t have the authority to refuse, and neither do you, sir.

Marshal, continue your investigation and we’ll do all we can to help.

This investigation is over.

We’re gonna file our reports and we’re gonna hand it over to…

Hoover’s boys. Hoover’s boys. That’s right.

We’ll be taking the ferry back in the morning. Come on, Chuck.

Nice night.

You’ll be bunking in the orderlies’ quarters.

Hey, boss. We really packing it in?

Why?

I guess… I don’t know, I just never really quit anything before.

We haven’t heard the truth once yet, Chuck.

Listen, Rachel Solando didn’t slip out of a locked cell, barefoot,

without any help.

I think she had a lot of help.

Maybe Cawley’s sitting up in his mansion right now rethinking his whole attitude.

Maybe, in the morning, we’ll be… You’re bluffing?

I didn’t say that.

I found a whole stack of these, Teddy.

Jesus, are you ever sober anymore?

I killed a lot of people in the war.

Is that why you drink?

Are you real?

No.

She’s still here.

Who?

Rachel?

She never left.

Remember when we stayed in the cabin in the summer, Teddy?

We were so happy.

She’s here.

You can’t leave.

Ain’t gonna be no ferry in this shit.

Doctor!

Doctor, Doctor.

We need to interview the patients who were in Rachel’s group therapy session.

I thought your investigation was finished.

Well, it’s not like we could take the ferry.

Now, was Rachel receiving any other treatments for her illnesses?

Do you know the state of the mental health field these days, gentlemen?

No, not a clue, Doctor.

War.

The old school believes in surgical intervention.

Psychosurgery.

Procedures like the transorbital lobotomy.

Some say the patients become reasonable, docile.

Others say they become zombies.

And the new school? Psychopharmacology.

A new drug has just been approved called Thorazine,

which relaxes psychotic patients, you could say tames them.

And which school are you, Doctor?

Me? I have this radical idea that if you treat a patient with respect,

listen to him, try and understand, you just might reach him.

Come on, Marge. It’s okay.

These patients, huh? Even these.

What should be a last resort is becoming a first response.

Give them a pill, put them in a corner, it all goes away.

Rachel Solando was on a combination of drugs

meant to keep her from becoming violent,

but it was only intermittently effective.

The greatest obstacle to her recovery was her refusal to face what she had done.

“Was”

ls there a reason you keep referring to your patient in the past tense, Doctor?

Look outside, Marshal. Why do you think?

Next up is Peter Breene.

Assaulted his father’s nurse with broken glass.

Nurse survived, but her face is permanently disfigured.

I can’t wait.

She’d smile at me. She was so sweet, but you could see it in her eyes.

She liked to be naked, to suck cock.

Okay, Mr. Breene.

And then she asked me if she can have a glass of water?

Alone, in the kitchen, like that’s no big deal?

Well, why was that a big deal? It was obvious.

She wanted me to pull out my thing so that she could laugh at it.

Mr. Breene.

We need to ask you some questions, okay?

When I cut her, she screamed.

But she scared me.

What did she expect? Interesting.

But we’re here to talk about Rachel Solando, okay?

Rachel Solando. Do you; Do you know that she drowned her own kids?

She drowned her kids!

This is; This is a sick **ing world we live in, I’ll tell you that.

But you know what? They should be gassed.

All of them. The retards, the killers, the niggers.

You kill your own kid, gas the bitch.

Could you stop that?

That nurse… Please, stop that.

That nurse, maybe she had kids, huh?

A husband.

Just trying to make ends meet,

lead a normal life.

It says in your file that you tore her face off. Didn’t you?

Congratulations.

No more normal for her, not ever again. No.

Do you know what she was afraid of?

You.

Could you stop that? Please?

Stop that!

Please! Stop!

Do you know a patient named Andrew Laeddis? Do you?

No! No.

Boss. What’s up? Fine.

I wanna go back. I wanna go. Peter!

Come on! I got him. Peter! Peter! Hey, Peter!

Go back. I wanna go back. Come on, Peter.

I don’t wanna see him. Easy now.

I don’t wanna see him anymore. It’s okay. It’s all right.

Oh, I’ll never get out of here. I’m not sure that I should.

Excuse me for saying this, Miss Kearns…

Mrs. Mrs. Kearns.

But you seem quite normal.

I mean, in comparison to the other patients here.

Well, I have my dark days. I suppose everybody does.

The difference is most people don’t kill their husbands with an ax.

Ah.

Although, personally, I think if a man beats you

and **s half the women he sees, and no one will help you,

axing him isn’t the least understandable thing you could do.

Maybe you shouldn’t get out.

What would I do if I did? I don’t know the world anymore.

They say there are bombs that can reduce whole cities to ash.

And what do you call them, televisions, voices and faces coming from a box.

I hear enough voices already.

What can you tell us about Rachel?

Um…

Not much. She keeps to herself.

She believed her kids were alive.

She thought she was still living in the Berkshires,

and we were all her neighbors, the milkmen, postmen…

Deliverymen.

And Dr. Sheehan was there that night?

Yes. He talked about anger.

Tell me about him. What’s he like?

Uh, he’s, uh…

Okay. Nice.

Not hard on the eyes, as my mother would say.

Did he ever make a pass at you? No.

No, Dr. Sheehan’s a good doctor, he would never…

Um…

Could I have a glass of water, please?

No problem.