Ratched (2020–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - Angel of Mercy - full transcript

Come here, my sweet.

I've missed you.

I wasn't expecting you.

And I wasn't expecting you
to be such a dunce.

I know what you did with that Dolly,

letting her give you the old rub and tug
between the bars.

I'm a man, Mildred.

No, you're a little boy…

Whose actions risk ruining
everything we're working toward.

Now eat your dinner.

You're looking thinner by the day.



What's gonna happen if you do get me out?

What's life supposed to…

…be like for me out there?

We'll be together.

And we'll be free.

And you'll have a future again.

What kind of future will I have
if I can't relate to people…

And you won't let me experience
the warmth and the touch of a woman?

You got yourself into this mess.

I know that I fucked up, Mildred.

But you know what happened to me
in that place.

Because it happened to you, too.

I want to be normal, Mildred.

And couldn't it benefit me and us,
if you let me just…



Try and learn to love?

You're not in love with that common nurse.

You're not.

I suppose…

If you don't let me form a relationship
with a real woman…

…well, then,

you're going to have to suffice.

Let me be very clear.

I will never do that with you again.

Well, then, it sounds like…

You've made a decision.

Edmund.

Now, this is hühnerleberpastete,

which is just a fancy German word
for pâté,

but it absolutely cannot sit out,
all right?

Please tell me you have a day trip
to San Diego and you'll be back.

I'm leaving, Trevor.

I have to.

I know that you think
what I'm doing right now is harsh.

And I know you can't see it.

But this is a miracle.

I'm giving you a new life.

We don't have to keep living this lie,
and maybe…

We can have real love.

Trevor…

Can you imagine that?

I will not let this happen!

Hm. I will come after you.

You and this Mildred,
if that's even her real name.

- Please, I'm begging you.
- Trevor, listen to me.

If you don't move out of this doorway,
I'm gonna knock your block off.

Please, Gwenny…

A single bed, or two?

Yes, that's fine.

That was an either/or question.

Oh.

Maybe I'm asking you
whether you'll be alone

or if someone else will be joining you,
Mrs. Briggs.

Yes, I'm alone.

But you're married.

I just need to know which box to check.

Is this the standard line of questioning
all your customers receive?

As a matter of fact, it is.

Huh. Oh.

- Hi.
- Oh.

So I see. You two know one another?

What are you doing here?

Checking in.

I'm sorry, I didn't realize you…

It's the only motel in town.

I left my husband this morning.

Separated.
I'll have to start over with a new form,

because that is a different box.

Give her her key, please.

I just have to make a note.

Open-ended stay.

You'll get used to it.

It's not like living in your own home,
to be sure, but it has its perks.

He didn't hit you, did he?

No.

He's a wonderful man.

But I couldn't live a lie anymore.

I knew that it was time for me
to open myself up to something more.

To experience…

A true, full love.

Oh…

Ice machine's down the hall.

I'm gonna be late for work.

It's so sad, isn't it?

A boy that young in a place like this.

They say he daydreams, but, I mean,
what's so dangerous about an imagination?

I suppose that depends
on the contents of that imagination.

Do you daydream?

Now what would I daydream about?

You could consider masturbation
daydreaming.

Do you masturbate, Dolly?

You want to know if I masturbate?

How often do you climax?

Is it every time?

Can you not function
for the rest of the day

if you can't reach
that moment of exultation?

I really don't know
what you're getting at.

I know what you did with Edmund.

How do you know about that?

I'm not gonna tell anyone.

Of course women have certain…

Erotic needs at times.

I have to admit I've never met a woman
who viewed it like that.

Hmm.

My mother certainly did not.

If I so much as looked at a boy…

She'd give me ten lashes
and call me a whore.

When you do masturbate,
do you think about Edmund?

I've always been that way
when it comes to dangerous men.

I suppose it started to spite my mother,

but pretty soon I realized
that's all men viewed me for.

And I liked it.

And then I felt ashamed for liking it.

You're a nymphomaniac, Dolly.
I researched it.

You have insatiable sexual desires.

Personally, I find it disgusting,
but you shouldn't feel ashamed.

It's a mental illness for which
I'm afraid there is no cure.

But I can arrange for you
to have relations with him.

With who?

With Edmund.

I believe it could help his rehabilitation

if he were given true human contact
and an occasional release.

You're joking.

You want to be a nurse, isn't that right?

It is the duty of a nurse
to help her patient.

If he were alone with me,
no bars between us…

Who's to say that he wouldn't kill me?

Are you a priest?

No.

Well, then you're fine.

Edmund Tolleson's crime was isolated,

and it wasn't random,
and it wasn't against women.

You still believe he's dangerous, right?

Oh, yes.

Who's to say he couldn't snap
at any moment?

When would we do it?

There's a lot of eyes in here.

The only eyes that matter
are Nurse Bucket's.

Your shift ends at 2:00
just as Nurse Bucket goes on lunch.

Every day,
she sits in the exact same spot…

And eats
the same exact ham and cheese sandwich

while reading a book.

This week it's All the King's Men.

And she stays in that spot
until exactly 2:30.

How are you gonna get him up here?

The only thing
you need to concern yourself with

is being in the tub room at exactly 2:05.

I will handle Edmund.

I'm off. See you tomorrow.

Nurse Bucket,

Mrs. Cartwright is complaining
that she lost her wedding ring

during treatment in the tub room.

She's throwing quite a tantrum.

Suddenly she's concerned
about the symbols of matrimony.

- Nurse Bucket?
- Nurse Bucket.

We found it.

Well, next time
try and be a little more thorough

and not disturb me on my lunch break.

It's 2:07. You have five minutes.

Aren't you gonna uncuff him?

Are you sure?

Yes, take them off.

You trust me with them off?

No.

But it excites me.

You know, I could grab you by the throat

and snap your pretty little neck
like a twig.

But I don't want to do that.

Not to you.

What do you want to do to me?

Not that, either.

I just want to kiss you.

It's been a long time
since I kissed a woman.

Is that okay?

Come in.

Good afternoon, sir.
Betty said you wanted to see me.

Yes, sit down.

You seen this?

Sixty-seven percent of all Californians
are now in favor of the death penalty.

Three months ago, it was 46 percent.
Can you tell me why that's happened?

- Edmund Tolleson.
- That's right.

My people, my constituents…

They want to see this man fry.

So, is Dr. Hanover willing to play ball?

Not yet, sir.

The last couple of days,
he's become very difficult to track down.

I need peace of mind.

Our first primary's in less than a month.

This Olsen guy most likely will be
our opponent in the election.

I need him to know
that this state is still mine.

I don't want him snooping around
telling people that I'm soft on crime!

Is that understood?

I'll make sure Dr. Hanover gets on board.

Ingrid, it's time for your treatment.

I already know what's going to happen
to me in there.

I have spoken to Mrs. Cartwright,

although it wasn't easy.

She refuses to even look at me now.

Sounds like the treatment
was a success, then.

We can only hope the same for you.

I want you to boil me.

Boil me until there is nothing left

but cooked meat so tender,
that it falls off my bones,

and you can eat it with a spoon.

Dr. Hanover is trying to help you.

Don't you wish to rid yourself
of this disease?

All my life I have been fighting
this thing inside of me.

I couldn't tell anyone,
not even my doctors.

Until finally, it drove me mad.

I have pushed the true Ingrid down,

but all the time I could feel her,

digging her claws into my skin,

begging to be let out.

The way that Mrs. Cartwright devoured me

leaves no room.

She feels the same.

You just…

You don't know what it's like

to be constantly running
from who you really are.

Come on now, dry your tears.

There will be no death today.

This is a good day, Ingrid.

The mania, the Sapphic predilections
that have so bedeviled your life,

will soon be a thing of the past.

And although he is
somewhat short in stature,

Dr. Hanover is a giant in his field,

and he only has your best interests
in mind.

And provided we all do our jobs
and follow the instructions to the letter

without any editorial comment,

you will soon be a new, better woman.

And that's a lovely thing, isn't it?

Huck, prepare the tub.

Something's wrong with it.
It's not kicking on.

Move.

Oh, for God's sake.

Which one of you did this? Was it you?

Or was it you, Miss Ratched,

in yet another attempt
to undermine my authority?

- It wasn't me.
- It's been a cold week.

Rats are looking to keep warm.

They could chew through a wire like that
with no problem.

You know what, Huck? I think you're right.

I think it was a rat.

Oh, how I wish we could rid
this hospital of vermin.

If I were you, I would choose
my next words very carefully.

I... I don't know how that cord
ended up like that,

but I do know that I'm glad it happened,
because this is barbaric.

Oh, really?

Well, I wonder what Dr. Hanover will think
when he hears

that his instructions have been
directly questioned by an orderly.

I think it's clear
there will be no treatment today.

I will take Ingrid back to her room

before Nurse Bucket says something else
she might regret.

Once Dr. Hanover learns
about your insubordination,

you will be fired.

Hello?

Can I help you?!

For the arthritis.

Those yahoo doctors think I'm paying

a whole 39 cents at the corner store
for some bullspit aspirin when I know…

…leeches can serve the same purpose.

Any messages for room 8?

You had a phone call.

She didn't leave her name,
but she said it was urgent.

Anything else?

From your pen pal…

In room 10.

So, what is it you and Miss Ratched
have going on?

That's our business.

Everything that happens here
is my business,

and I'll tell you the same thing
that I told her.

I don't tolerate fornication in my motel,

especially when it's out of wedlock!

I need the phone.

And a minute of privacy.

Queen to rook five.

I said queen to rook five.
That is clearly not rook five.

Lo siento, Mr. Henry.

I swear, Mother, it's as if
you hire nothing but imbeciles these days!

Settle down and plot your next move.

It's important to always stay ahead
of your opponent.

Miss Lenore,
Mr. Wainwright on the phone for you.

Oh.

Now…

I don't want to come back
and see you smoking.

Remember to keep him
behind your wing pawns.

Yes, I know how to play, Mother.

Tell me.

Tell me what his eyes looked like
when you began to sever his larynx.

He's being a little more elusive
than anticipated,

but it shouldn't be too much longer.

There's only so many places
he can hide in a town this small.

Beginning tomorrow,
every day that I don't have his head,

you will lose $50,000 from your fee.

So I suggest that you get it together
and do your goddamn job.

- Sit.
- I thought I told you

- you were the worst lay of my life.
- And I thought I told you to sit.

I know what your cat-and-mouse game is.

You're after Dr. Hanover.

How do you know who he is?

Dr. Hanover? He's my boss.

How many Filipinos do you think there are
in this town?

This isn't San Francisco.

I bet he didn't come home, did he?

Why do I get the sense
that you know where he might be?

I know lots of things.

Which is lucky for you.

Because despite your insensitive
and wildly inaccurate statement

about my ability to pleasure…

I still wanna help you.

I gotta be honest, I'm not liking

the prospect of working with a woman
who's willing to give up a man so easy.

Who's to say you won't do the same to me?

Any man who would be responsible
for the parole of a brute,

who murdered four priests in cold blood,
would never be worthy of my loyalty.

Dr. Hanover must be stopped at any cost.

Are you interested in my help?

- Your help?
- Yes.

My help.

Maybe.

Poor baby.

First you lose your legs,

and then they tell you
the morphine won't arrive until morning.

I know how much pain you're in.

Is there anything I can do

to make your transition to death
more pleasurable?

I think you know what you can do.

This is the type of lay you want,
isn't it?

Then take it back.

Take back that I am the worst lay
of your life.

Prove me otherwise, Mildred.

Go back to your room and wash yourself.

I will make the call to Dr. Hanover,
and I can assure you

he will be at the hospital
within the hour.

- How can you know for sure?
- Because that hospital is his life.

And I'm one of his most trusted nurses,
so if I tell him there's a problem,

he will show up.

- What are you doing?
- May I come in?

No, you may not.

Two women enter a room together,
and some may get the wrong idea.

You wouldn't want that, would you?

No, I wouldn't.

Who's that man?

My personal relationships
are none of your business.

Oh, is that what it is?

A relationship?

Did you have a particular reason
for knocking on my door?

Yes.

Well, what is it?

Edmund Tolleson… needs to be deemed fit
to stand trial.

If not, Governor Wilburn
will defund the hospital.

He isn't someone who appreciates
his requests being ignored.

I will give your message to Dr. Hanover.

But I'm afraid
that's all I can do for you.

His office is on the second floor.

I'll bring him to you.

Good evening, Agnes.

Would you mind checking
the lost and found drawer?

I seem to have misplaced my compact.

No, there's nothing there.

I must have left it
in the break room, then. Thank you.

I need to talk to you.

Bucket fixed the tub.

Ingrid's scheduled
for 8:30 tomorrow morning.

Then we deal with this tonight.

Get Mrs. Cartwright.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Help me lift him.

Hello. I'm Gwendolyn Briggs,

I'm the press secretary
for Governor Wilburn.

Where are you taking that patient?

She's not a patient.

Dr. Hanover, I wasn't aware you were here.

- Who's this?
- Boilerplate schizophrenic,

just got dropped off.

I'm taking him to a treatment before bed.

How high are you going?

A hundred and fifty degrees.

What?

Where am I?

This won't solve anything!

She'll keep looking for you!

Hey!

Go back to your office
and clean up your mess.

Wake up.

Wake up.

We're leaving.

Let's go.

Come on.

Dr. Hanover?

Help!

Help! Help!

Hey.

Hey!

It's back to bed, all right?

I just wanted a glass of milk.

Come on.

Dr. Hanover?

Dr. Hanover?

What are you doing in here?

I've been trying to reach you.
You're a hard man to track down.

Run. Run!

Mildred!

Come. Come.

What's happening?

Petty cash I took from Bucket's office.

Use it to put them
on whichever train is going farthest.

Why are you doing this?

You said I didn't understand.

But I do.

What's this blood, Doctor?

Excuse me.

What in the hell?

Peter, get back to your room.

Get to your room, now!

It isn't real.

It's all in my imagination.

It's very important to the governor that
Tolleson be declared fit to stand trial.

Very, very important.

Peter. Peter, get out of the way!

Stop or I'll shoot!

Miss Briggs.

What seems to be the problem?

Harold!

I told him to stop!

Oh, my God!

But he… he didn't stop.

- Harold, how...
- Is he dead? Oh, my God.

Please, Harold,
get Peter back to his room.

Wait, wait,
shouldn't there be authorities

that may want to talk to me, or…

- Harold!
- I just shot a…

Take Peter back to his room,
and take the rest of the night off.

Anything we need from you,
we'll let you know.

- Yes, sir.
- Go on.

Oh, my God, what happened to him?

We took him for a warm bath
to calm him before bed, but we left him.

You left him?
Wasn't that negligent on your part?

Once we learned there was
an intruder in the hospital,

we had to take into consideration

- the safety of all patients.
- What do you mean, intruder?

You, Miss Briggs.

When we left him,
he was locked securely in the tub.

He must have turned
the temperature up on his own.

He was locked in the tub?

He's a schizophrenic, Miss Briggs.
It's a standard procedure.

I'll call the proper authorities
and notify his family.

I'll speak to the police
when they arrive.

I don't think that's a good idea.

Well, I happen to think
it's not only a good idea, it's necessary,

considering the effect this could have
on the governor's reelection.

Imagine the effect it could have
if it got out

that the governor's press secretary
played a part in this man's death.

- I played...
- However accidental.

Don't you agree, Dr. Hanover?

Yes.

Miss Briggs, we're only looking out
for your well-being.

Two women in the same car?

Aren't you worried
about people getting the wrong impression?

I know what you saw upset you.

Sarcasm won't change that.

He didn't even look human.

He wasn't human.

The man that God intended him to be
was long gone…

Before he arrived on our doorstep.

Will you be telling Governor Wilburn
what happened?

Is that why you've joined me here?

To try to persuade me otherwise?

No.

I'm here because
you seem genuinely shaken.

And I just wanted to make sure
you were all right.

If you did want to talk
about what happened,

I think it would be best
to take some time…

Until we've both had
a chance to absorb it.

And in the meantime…

Perhaps we could go
to that restaurant again.

The charming one near the ocean.

You want to have dinner with me?

This weekend?

It'll be a celebration.

A celebration of death?

No, of life.

The life you can have
now that you've left your husband.

Your courage inspires me.

This weekend, then?

- Good night.
- Good night.

Phone call, Miss Lenore.

Do I look like I'm available
to take a phone call, Doris?

They say it's Mr. Wainwright,
but it sounds like a woman.

Ooh.

Is he dead, Charles?

There's something poetic
about coming into this world

this living, breathing thing,

and then leaving it as nothing more
than a forgotten pile of ash,

like Charles Wainwright.

Who is this?

Mildred Ratched.

I've decided to always be honest with you.

I don't know who you are,

or whether you've intentionally
inserted yourself into my affairs

or whether it was by pure accident.

But allow me to warn you
that you have found yourself

in the most unenviable of positions.

Oh, I beg to differ.

I believe it's that bumbling hit man
of yours

who's in the most unenviable of positions.

Seeing as how he's…

You know…

Dead.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Well.

I've been considering a vacation.

Might you have a suggestion?

Well, I must say
it's been quite beautiful here.

Unseasonably warm, and the freshest air
I've ever experienced.

There's a charming motel
called the Sealight Inn,

run by the sweetest old jazz baby
you'll ever meet.

And you're in luck.

A room just became available.

Well, then, Lucia it is.

You'll be seeing me very soon,
Miss Ratched.

I'm looking forward...

But I don't understand
how somebody just disappears.

Are you gonna find her?
Have you called the police?

Mr. Cartwright,
I assure you…

- He doesn't seem happy.
- …the police have been notified.

You wouldn't either…

…if your wife wanted to be in the arms
of another woman so badly,

she risked her life escaping
and was nowhere to be found.

Are they safe?

I got them on the train, no issue.

Bucket's going to flip her lid
when she gets in.

Oh, rest assured…

I've got plans for Betsy Bucket.

You're an angel.

What you did for those women.

Mildred Ratched…

You're an angel of mercy.

Thank you, Huck.

I've never heard that before.

Please, give me the morphine.

I can't take this pain.

There are no more drugs.

Not until the supply chain arrives
in the morning.

Is there anything I can do
to make you more comfortable?

Yes.

Tell me.

Kill me.

Please.

I can't do that.

Fuck!

Do you believe in angels?

My mother always believed
each of us had angels.

But they only appear when death is near,

to help be a comfort to us as we pass.

I think I see one.

I think I see angels.

You're an angel of mercy.