|
It's a strike. Koufax's curve ball is snapping off like a fucking firecracker. Here he comes with the next pitch. Tresh swings. It's a long fly ball to deep left center! - It's going! It's gone! - Mr. Washington... ...and Mr. Warren, please see that the men are doing their work. Somebody get me a fucking wiener before I die. Koufax looks down. Looking at the great Mickey Mantle now. Here comes the pitch. Mantle swings. It's a fucking home run! Gentlemen, stop this. Stop this immediately. Do you like it here? Well, that fucking nurse, man. What do you mean, sir? She, uh.... She ain't honest. Oh, now, look. Miss Ratched's one of the finest nurses we've got in this institution. Well, I don't wanna break up the meeting or nothing... ...but she's something of a cunt, ain't she, doc? How do you mean that? She likes a rigged game. You know what I mean? Well, you know, I've, uh, been observing you here now... ...for the last four weeks... ...and I don't see any evidence of mental illness at all. I think that you've been trying to put us on all this time. You know, what do you want me to do? You know. You know what I mean? Is that it? Is that crazy enough for you? Want me to take a shit on the floor? Hmm. Christ. Have you ever heard the old saying, "A rolling stone gathers no moss"? Yeah. Does that mean something to you? It's the same as "Don't wash your dirty underwear in public." I'm not sure I understand what you mean. I'm smarter than him, ain't I? Well, that sort of has always meant is, uh... ...it's hard for something to grow on something that's moving. How did you feel about what happened yesterday? Well, you wanna kill. You know what I mean? Do you gentlemen have any more questions? No, not at the moment. I don't have any more, but, uh, perhaps you do. Do you have a question, McMurphy? Where do you suppose she lives? Chief, come on with me. Come on. We'll show these guys who's nuts. All right, wait. Stand right here. All right. Grab the fence. Grab the fence here. Right here, Chief. Strong. Strong, like this, here. That's it. All right. Okay. Up. That's it. All right, you got it? You do. This one. Here. All right, push. Come on, Bob. Where you going? Don't breathe on me, Club. Keep moving. Keep moving. Come on, you guys. Get the lead out, huh? Hey, what the hell's going on here? Hey, wait a minute. Aah! Hold it. - See how easy it is? - Oh! Whoa! Boys... ...this here is Candy. Candy, this is the boys. Hi. - Hi. - Oh! You all crazies? Let's go. Down here. - Isn't this wonderful? - Right down here. No problem. Huh? Right here. Come on. Come on, we don't wanna be late for our first day out. Hello. Come on, will youse? What are you standing around for here? Get on-board. Give them these, Candy. Hey, wait a minute. What the heck is going on here? - What are you doing on this boat? - We're going fishing. No, you're not going fishing. Not on this boat. You're not going fishing on this boat. Oh, yeah, on this boat. Uh, ask Captain Block. - Captain Block? - Captain Block. Yes, that's right. Who are you? Uh, we're from the, uh, state mental institution. This is Dr. Cheswick, Dr. Taber, Dr. Fredrickson... ...Dr. Scanlon. The famous Dr. Scanlon. Mr. Harding, Dr. Bibbit... ...Dr. Martini, and, uh, Dr. Sefelt. - How about you? Who are you? - Oh. I'm Dr. McMurphy. R.P. McMurphy. Wait, wait, wait one second. You don't understand. We chartered the boat, we're going to go fishing... ...and, uh, that's all there is to it. You better quit on this. They'll throw you in the can again, you know. No, they won't. We're nuts. They'll just take us back to the feeb farm, see? Von Sefelt, get the stern line. - Tabes, you're at the bow. - This one? That one. The one at your feet. Get back on. Jesus. Tabes. Cheswick. Come here, quick. Aye, aye, sir. I mean, yes, Mac. Take it easy, Charlie. You ever driven one of these things? - Driven one of...? - Yeah. - No, Mac. I... I... - Well, it's a lot of fun. - Lot of fun. - Come on over here. Put your hands on the wheel. - Put your hands on. - I never did this. Put your hands on the wheel so you don't fall down. All right. Just hold it steady right there, like that. - Steady? - Steady, yeah. Now just go straight. - Straight as an arrow, Charlie. - Straight, Mac? - Just straight. That's right. - But, Mac.... Mac, this thing ain't too steady, Mac. Mac! - Mac. Where are we going, Mac? - Straight. Just go on. This is the bait. - Little fishes. - Dead fishes. That's right. Now, what are we gonna do with these little fishes? - Catch big fishes. - That's right. That's right, Mr. Martini. And hooks. Hooks. Now, hold on to your hooks because here are the fishes. Tabes. Get a fish here. There, for you, Martini. All right, now we each one of us has got a fish. What are you laughing at, Martini? You're not an idiot, huh? You're not a goddamn loony now, boy, you're a fisherman. Ha-ha-ha. - Yes. Yes. - Huh? Now, take your bottom hook. - You got it? - Yes. You take it... ...and you push it all the way through. Like that. Wait a second. Get it through the eyes. Here. - Right through here. - In his eye? Don't worry about it. He's dead, Martini. Jesus Christ, just put it through his eyeball here. That's it. Crunch it right through. All right. Now you got it, see? Now, you just pull that baby through. You see what I mean? And you wrap it around. You pull this so it's a little loop. - That's very good. - Aah! That's very good, Mr. Fredrickson. Very good eye work. Good eye work. That little devil's gonna not even feel the sting, is he, boy? Huh? That son of a gun is gonna bite on you, is he? Let me see that face. You... You, um... Got... Got... Got beautiful hair. Thank you. You gotta pull it tight like this. And you... You, um, got... Beautiful eyes. Thank you. Heh-heh. Billy, what's the matter? Fishing don't grab you? Yeah... Yeah... They... They... They do. Now, come on with me, over here. I'm gonna give each and every one of youse a rod. All right. Here are your poles. Now, just keep watching the tip here. If you get a strike, let me know. Understand? Come on, Candy. Just keep fishing, guys. Don't call me unless you get something really big... ...you can't handle yourselves. Keep on fishing. That's right. Mac? Hey! Where is everybody? Hey. Hey! Cheswick! Goddamn it, I told you to steer that boat straight. I tried to. Fish! Fish! Help, help! Goddamn it, he's got a fish. Hold it! Wait a minute, Tabes. I got it. Cheswick, get the fuck back up there! Get up there and drive! - Fish! - I got it, Tabes. Get up, Tabes, I'll get it for you. Son of a bitch, he's going over here! Get up, Tabes! I got it. I got it. Give it to me. - Hey, Harding, I'm the skipper of this boat. - Ah, shut up. Well, he said to go straight out as an arrow. You're not going straight, you're kind of.... I'm going straight enough. Now, Chessy, stop it. - It's my duty. - Chessy, stop it. - No! - Don't you... No, you son of a bitch. All right, Martini. All right, take him over. Take him over. That's it. Now play them, boys. You son of a bitches. Keep it straight. Come back this way. Home safe and sound. Didn't lose a nut. Beach bowling, you know what I mean? We caught it, look. They're gonna be trolling this place... ...for six months looking for dead bodies. We caught it. Look. I think he's dangerous. He's not crazy, but he's dangerous. - You don't think he's crazy? - No, he's not crazy. Dr. Songee? I don't think he's overly psychotic... ...but I still think he's quite sick. - Do you think he's dangerous? - Absolutely so. Well, John, what do you wanna do with him? Well, I think we've had our turn. I'd like to send him back to the, uh, work farm, frankly. Is there anybody that you have on your staff... ...that could relate to him? Maybe understand him? Help him out with some of these problems? Well, the funny thing is that the person that he's the closest to... ...is the one he dislikes the most. Heh. - Well, sure. - That's you, Mildred. Well, gentlemen, in my opinion, if we send him back to Pendleton... ...or we send him up to Disturbed... ...it's just one more way of passing on our problem to somebody else. You know we don't like to do that. So I'd like to keep him on the ward. I think we can help him. All right, huh? Chief. Chief, come on. Come with me, huh? All right. Now, Chief, this is the spot. Right there is the spot. Remember? Raise the hands, in the basket. That's it. Raise the hands up. All right. Let's have a little ball from you nuts in here. Here we go. All right. Let's play some ball, nuts. Let's make some moves. Hey, Mac, Mac. Time, time, time. You got six men on the court. All right. Harding, out of the ball game. Hey, why me? - Because I'm the coach. I'll put you in later. - Oh, no, no. I don't trust you. Ma... Mac, I'll go. Okay, good boy, Billy. I'll put you in in a minute, all right? All right, let's play ball. Harding, break over. All right, Martini, get it back. I'm in the open. What are you doing? You threw the damn ball into the fence! Christ Almighty, you threw the ball into the fence! There's nobody there. We're playing ball. All right, come on, get in the game. Defense, nobody's doing nothing here. - For chrissake. - Hey, Mac, I'm open. I'm open. All right, Harding, give it back. Back to me, Harding. Here. I'm open. Harding, will you give me the ball? - Stop dribbling the goddamn ball. - I got it. Harding, over here. Oh, for chrissake, I'm standing... - You were covered. - I was open. Just give me the ball. They're making all over the... I was open. Give me the ball. - You were covered, Mac. - I wasn't covered. Somebody get back. - Give it to me. Give it to me. - All right? - Ow! - Yeah, we're going. Chief. Attababy, put it in. Get down there. - Defense. - Hey! Get down there, Chief. All right, all right. - Pick up somebody over there! - Get this side. Get around, Chief. No, no, no. Get down there, Chief. The ball's in play. Ball's in play. - That's bullshit. - Ball's in play. Oh, fuck that shit. You got to be crazy. Man, that doesn't go. The ball ain't in play. - Chief. - Go on, Chief. Put it in. Chief, all right! That was great! What a ball club. McMurphy, get off the side. - Come on, move it, man. - Hey, damn it. Go ahead. Come on. Come on. There's no one looking. Go ahead. Go ahead. Go ahead. I'll be seeing you on the outside. You know what I mean? By the time you get out of here... ...you'll be too old to even get it up. Sixty-eight days, buddy. Sixty-eight days. What the fuck you talking about, 68 days? That's in jail, sucker. You still don't know where you're at, do you? - Yeah, where am I at, Washington? - With us, baby, you're with us. And you're gonna stay with us until we let you go. Do you want to say something to the group, Mr. McMurphy? Well, ahem, yeah. I'd like to know why none of the guys never told me that you... ...Miss Ratched... ...and the doctors could keep me here till you're good and ready to turn me loose. - That's what I'd like to know. - Well, fine, Randall. That's a good start. Would anyone care to answer Mr. McMurphy? Answer what? You heard me, Harding. You let me go on hassling Nurse Ratched here... ...knowing how much I had to lose and you never told me nothing. Now, Mac, wait a minute. Wait a minute, I didn't know anything about how much... - Shit. Fuck. - Wait a minute. No, listen. Now, look. I'm voluntary here, see? I'm not committed. I don't have to stay here. I mean, I can go home any time I want. You can go home any time you want? - That's it. - You're bullshitting me. He's bullshitting me, right? No, Randall, he's telling you the truth. As a matter of fact, there are very few men here who are committed. There's Mr. Bromden, Mr. Taber... ...some of the chronics, and you. Cheswick? You're voluntary? Scanlon? Billy, for chrissakes, you must be committed, right? No... No... No. Oh. Oh, man. You're just a young kid. What are you doing here? You ought to be out in a convertible... ...bird-dogging chicks and banging beaver. What are you doing here, for chrissake? - What's so funny about that? - Well.... Jesus, I mean, you guys do nothing but complain about how you can't... ...stand it in this place here, and then you haven't got the guts to walk out? I mean, what do you think you are, for chrissake? Crazy or something? Well, you're not. You're not. You're no crazier than the average asshole walking around on the streets. And that's it. Jesus Christ, I can't even believe it. Those are very challenging observations you made, Randall. I'm sure some of the men would like to comment. Mr. Scanlon? I wanna know why the dorm is locked in the daytime and on weekends. Yeah. I would like to know about our cigarettes. May I have my cigarettes, please, Miss Ratched? You sit down, Mr. Cheswick, and wait your turn. Go ahead, sit down. To answer your question about the dorm, Mr. Scanlon... ...you know very well... ...that if we left the door open, you'd just go right back to bed after breakfast. - Am I right? - So what? May I have my cigarettes, please, Miss Ratched? Forget the cigarettes, Cheswick. Cigarettes are not important. Sit down, will you? For chrissake. Cigarettes. Remember, Mr. Scanlon, we've discussed many times... ...that time spent in the company of others is very therapeutic... ...while time spent brooding alone only increases a feeling of separation. You remember that, don't you? Do you mean to say... ...it's sick to wanna be off by yourself? Miss Ratched? Mr. Cheswick, you sit down. - But I wanna know about... - Sit down, Mr. Cheswick. I wanna... - Give him a cigarette, will you, Harding? - It's my last one. That's a fucking lie. Why don't you give him a cigarette? Look, I'm not running a charity ward, see? Come on. Look, I don't want his cigarettes, and I don't want his or his or his... ...or his or his or his or his or his, or even yours. Do you understand that? I want my cigarettes, Miss Ratched. I want my cigarettes. I want mine, Miss Ratched. What gives you the damn right... ...to keep our cigarettes piled up on your desk... ...and to squeeze out a pack only when you feel like it, huh? - Miss Ratched. - Mr.... Mr. Harding. Oh, I'm sorry. - You surprise me. - No, well, I lost my head. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I didn't mean... I'm really very sorry. I just forgot. I didn't mean... I'm really very sorry. Just forgot. - It's all right. - Thank you. Miss Ratched! - Yes, Mr. Cheswick? - I asked you a question. I heard your question, Mr. Cheswick... ...and I will answer your question as soon as you've calmed down. Okay. Are you calm, Mr. Cheswick? - I'm calm. - Good. Now, as you all know... ...Mr. McMurphy has been running a small gambling casino in our tub room. Now, most of you lost all your cigarettes to Mr. McMurphy... ...not to mention a tidy sum of money to Mr. McMurphy. And that's why... ...your tub-room privileges have been suspended... ...and your cigarettes have been rationed. Mr. Martini? How we gonna win our money back? You're not going to win your money back, Mr. Martini. That's all over. If you had obeyed the rules in the first place... - ...you wouldn't have lost your money. - Oh! Sit down, gentlemen. Sit down, gentlemen. - Sit down. Sit down. - Oh! Oh! Oh, God. Oh, my God. Rules? Piss on your fucking rules, Miss Ratched. Sit down, will you, Cheswick? I want you to know something here and now, Miss Ratched. - I ain't no little kid. I ain't no little kid... - You sit down. ...where you're gonna have cigarettes kept from me like cookies... ...and I want something done! Ain't that right, Mac? - That's right. Now, will you sit down? - I won't! I won't! I want something done! - Sit down. - I want something done! - I want something done! - Mr. Washington! I want something done! I want something done! I want something done! I want something done! - Here. Here. - I want something done! Goddamn it, Cheswick, here. Hey, calm down. Why don't you leave him alone, Washington? He's gonna be all right. Emergency 34-B, 34-B. I'm gonna break your fucking back. Punk-ass motherfucker. Forget it. It's all over, McMurphy. Warren! Warren! Warren. Would you move, please? We need this chair. Just move right over there, okay. I see we have Mr. Bromden back. Yeah, okay. Don't bother anyone. - Mr. McMurphy. - Mr. McMurphy. - How do you do, Mr. McMurphy? - I do real fine. I know you didn't do anything wrong. Just sit down. We're not going to hurt you. Sit down, right here. That's it. Nurse, this is Mr. Cheswick. He's a little upset. Okay, fine. Thank you very much. - You'll be okay, Mr. Cheswick. - Yes. Would you keep an eye on these three? Would you please take these, gentlemen? He can't hear nothing. That's it. Calm down, Ches, will you? Mr. Cheswick, would you please follow me? Mr. Cheswick? Mac. Mac. - No! - Nobody's gonna hurt you. - No! - It'll be all right, Ches. - No! - You're all right. No one's gonna hurt you. No, leave me alone. - Make it easy on yourself. - No. Mac. Mac. Come on. Come on, now. Come on. - Come on. - No. I didn't do nothing. Mac. No! - Come on. - I won't go. I don't wanna go. I won't go. Jesus Christ. All right, then. Want some gum? Thank you. Ah, Juicy Fruit. Well, you sly son of a bitch, Chief. Ha! - Can you hear me too? - Yeah, you bet. Well, I'll be goddamned, Chief. And they all... They all think you're deaf and dumb. Jesus Christ. You fooled them, Chief. You fooled them. You fooled them all. Goddamn. What are we doing in here, Chief? Huh? What's us two guys doing in this fucking place? Let's get out of here. Out. - Canada? - Canada. We'll be there before these son of a bitches know what hit them. Listen to Randall on this one. - Mr. McMurphy? - Huh? Please follow me. You and me, Chief. Take a cigarette break, boys. Easy. I'll be fine, thank you. Seated. - Would you sit up, please? - Sure. Love to. Attaboy. There might be a little fluid in them boots, you know what I mean, boys? Just a little leak. A light shine, boys... ...and send the specimen to Nurse Ratched. - All right, out with your gum. - Hmm? Out with your gum. Okay, this won't hurt, and it'll be over in just a moment. - What's that? - Conductant. A little dab will do you. Ain't that right, Mr. Jackson? Open your mouth. - What's that? - Keep you from biting your tongue. Now just bite down on it. That's right. Just bite down. Now, bite down on it. - Are you ready? - Ready. Here we go. Now, one big breath. Very good. Gentlemen, I'd like to begin today. It shouldn't take too long. Jim, it's been brought to my attention... ...that you've been giving Mr. Fredrickson your medication. Is that true? No, ma'am. Jim... ...are you giving your medication to Mr. Fredrickson... ...or are you not? How about it, you creeps, you lunatics, mental defectives. Let's hear it for Bullgoose Randall, back in action. Nice shirt, Cheseroo. Look at the faces on you. Look at you. The feebs' brigade, you ding-a-lings. The mental defective league in formation. How are you, Nurse Ratched? I'm happy to be back. - We're happy to have you back, Randall. - Thank you. Would you like to rest today, or would you like to join the group? I'd love to join the group. I'd like.... I'm proud to join the group, Mildred. Ahem. - How... - Perfect, Billy boy. Absolutely perfect. They was giving me 10,000 watts a day, you know, and I'm hot to trot. Next woman takes me on is gonna light up like a pinball machine... ...and pay off in silver dollars. Well, that's an amusing thought, Randall... ...but when you came in, we were talking to Jim. He has a problem with his medication, and we'd like to get back to that. Oh, I don't mind at all, Nurse Ratched. I'm, uh, gentle as a puppy dog and.... Please proceed. Thank you. The administration was hopeful but cautious Friday... ...in its reaction to a possible opening of the Berlin Wall... ...during the upcoming Christmas holiday. Good night, gentlemen. See you in the morning. Authorities in Birmingham, Alabama have arrested three men... ...in connection with a church bombing in the city... ...which killed three Negro children while they were attending services. The three men, R.E. Chambliss, Charles Cagle and John Hall... ...were arrested Sunday and are being held in custody in Alabama... ...by state police on charges of illegal possession of dynamite. Police say the men will be held on this misdemeanor charge... ...pending full investigation.... Yeah, baby, it's Mac. It's on tonight. Don't worry about it. Don't worry about it. Get a car. I don't give a shit, baby. Steal it if you have to. I gotta go. I gotta go. Uh, don't forget to bring some booze. Right. Bye. Chief. Chief, I can't take it no more. I gotta get out of here. I can't. I just can't. It's easier than you think, Chief. For you, maybe. You're a lot bigger than me. Why, Chief, you're about as big as a goddamn tree trunk. My papa's real big. He did like he pleased. That's why everybody worked on him. The last time I seen my father he was blind in the cedars from drinking. And every time he put the bottle to his mouth... ...he don't suck out of it. It sucks out of him until he'd shrunk... ...so wrinkled and yellow, even the dogs don't know him. Killed him, huh? I'm not saying they killed him. They just worked on him, the way they're working on you. There they are, Chief. There they are. They're here. Hey. Hey. Over here. That's it. McMurphy, stop all this holy-roller shit... ...and get your ass back in bed. You understand? Well, uh, my prayers have been answered, Turkle. Come on and see. You'd take, uh, $20... ...to get down on your knees and pray, wouldn't you, Turkle? No, it don't send me, don't send me. - It don't? - Don't do nothing to me, no. Well, you know there'll be more. I mean, uh, they'll be bringing a couple of bottles with them, and, uh.... You're getting closer, brother. You're getting closer... ...but they gonna be sharing more than just bottles, ain't they? - You know what I mean? - Yeah. - I know what you mean. - You understand? Yeah, I understand what you mean. - Anything you say, Turkle. - I'm on my knees, brother. - Yeah, all right, all right. - I'm on my knees. - All right. - Let them in. - Let me give you a hand here. - I appreciate that. - Hi. - Ladies. Oh, thank you. I believe this is your department, Mr. Turkle. - Hi, how you doing? - Hi, Rose, how you doing? - Love to give her a hand. - Ow! - Keep it down. - Shh. - I split my pants. - Keep it down. - Give it to me. Give it all to me. - You got to keep it down. Hi. This looks like my high school. Oh, hey, I take that. - The barber chair. - You may have it. It is mine, mine. You can have it. You can have it, honey. - Take a load of these tubs. - Real nice place you got here, Mac. - Hey, can I take a bath? - Sure, you can take a bath. Sure. Just don't drown your pretty little self. You know, um... ...Rose was married to a maniac once, up in Beaverton. Oh, really, miss? What seemed to be the problem? Oh, nothing, he used to put frogs in my bra all the time. Very interesting. Mr. Turkle. Uh, Rose is very interested in hospitals and hospital facilities. - I am? - Yes. Oh, yes, you are. - I'm going to take Candy... - Where you going? Uh, I'm gonna take Candy for a stroll. I got you, I got you. - But just don't make too much noise. - Not a peep, not a peep. Peep. - All right. - Yes, that's right. Now, you come over here, baby, right over here. - Candy? - Don't worry about Candy, honey. Sit down and relax. Now.... Wake up, boys. Wake up. It's medication time. Medication time. The nighttime spirits are here. It's Randall to say goodbye... ...and get you high, and nighttime angel, Candy. Oh, yes. That's right, Mr. Martini, there is an Easter bunny. Round the side, boys. Join Mr. McMurphy in the executive lounge, please. Round the side. It's gonna be so great. You like a nip, don't you, Charles? No trouble at all. It's Billy the Club of the fabulous and fantastic 14... - What the hell's going on? - Mr. Turkle. Ain't this a bitch. McMurphy, what you trying to do? Get my ass really fired, man? Come on, get your ass out of here. Ain't this a... Come on. We're just having a party. Party, my ass. This ain't no nightclub, this is a hospital. Man, this is my fucking job. I don't give a damn, this is my fucking job. Oh, shit. The supervisor. Come on, get your asses back in there. Come on. Come on there. Where is that no-talking son of a bitch? Is he in there? Good. Come on. Mr. Turkle? Where the hell is he? Why doesn't he answer? He's jerking off somewhere. Ain't nobody jerking off nowhere, motherfucker. Turkle, what the fuck are you doing here? Go out there and talk to her. Doing the same fucking thing you're doing in here, hiding. Yes, ma'am? - Everything all right, Mr. Turkle? - Oh, everything is just fine, ma'am. Just fine. Just fine. Who's there? - Ain't nobody in there. - Please open that door. I'm sorry. Heh. I'm sorry, ma'am, but you know, a man gets awful lonesome at night. You understand what I mean, don't you? You understand? I'm sure you understand. I want that woman off this ward immediately. Yes, ma'am. Yes, ma'am. - Jesus. - Mr. Turkle, is she gone? Shit, yeah, she's gone, and so am I. Get your behinds out of here and back to bed. Go ahead, move it, move it. Move it. - I knew we were in trouble. - Let's go. You and your teddy-bear ass. Move them on out of here. Come on, come on. - Candy? - Come on, Candy. Jesus Christ. Mr. Turkle, I'm really sorry. Motherfuckers fucking with my job. - Get out. - I'm really sorry. What are you...? What the fuck...? Get out of here. Please get out, this is my job. You fucking it up. You understand? Get out. Get out of here, you slim motherfucker. Fuck it. Good night, good night, don't let the cooties bite. There. Make you get up and dance. Okay? Right out of the Shock Department. I got it from... I got it from Ratched's charts. Right. There you go, there you go. Easy now. Don't take it all at once. Let's try a little over here. There you go. Let's go. I'll have to be the one, Chief. Hey, Mac, what's going on? Huh? Well, Dale, Lord Randall is stepping down one. Fredrickson. Jimmy. You gonna say goodbye to me, Mac? Sure, I'm gonna say goodbye to you, Charles. - Hey, Mac? Mac? - Yeah? Thank you, Mac. Thank you. - I'll never forget you. - Settle down, Charles, all right? Hey, Billy, what's wrong? Billy, for chrissake.... What's the matter? I'm... I'm gonna... Gonna miss you very, very... ...very, very much, Mac. Well, why don't you come with us, then? Think... Think I don't want to? - So come on, then, let's go. - Well... Well, it's not... Not that easy. I'm not... Not... Not ready yet. Tell you what we'll do. When I get to Canada, I'll write you a postcard... ...and I'll put my address on it. That way when you are ready, you'll know where to go. What do you say? Yeah. Ma... ? Mac? Is she...? She going with you? Candy? Yeah, she'll be there when you get there. She's going with us. Are you gonna...? Gonna marry her? No. No, we're just good friends. Why? No... No... Nothing. No... No... Don't "nothing" me, all right? What is it? Well, it's too... Too late. You want a date with her? No. Jesus, I must be crazy to be in a loony bin like this. Date, huh? Well, it'll have to be a fast date, I'll tell you that. No... No... Not now. Not now? When, then? When I have a free weekend. You busy right now, are you? You got something to do right now? - You got something to do? - Uh, no... No. Good, then don't talk to me about when you're ready. Yeah, yeah. - No. No. - Ready and everything like that. Candy, come here a minute. Yes, yes, yes. Candy, I want you to meet the famous Billy. Go get him, will you? Go get him. Get him out of there. I want you to get ahold of Billy.... All you gotta do is this one little thing. - The kid's cute, isn't he? Huh? - Yeah. Think of me the whole time. There he is. Billy the Club. Billy, I got $25... ...that says you are gonna burn this woman down. Oh, boy. Candy, baby... ...I love you. Hurl the ringer. Hey, easy. Back. Back. Come on. That's enough. No, no, no, I'll show you some card tricks. You ain't seen the Spanish deck yet. That's 40 percent more torture. Mr. Scanlon, I'm gonna present you... ...with this fine deck of cards for playing. This ain't gonna take long, Rose, you know what I mean? When we get to Canada.... Out of sight, man. Out of sight. Morning, Miss Ratched. - Morning. - Good morning. Mr. Warren, close the window and lock the screen. Right. Mr. Miller, show this woman the way out of the hospital. Gladly. - Come on, lady, let's go. - Oh... - You're going home. - Where? Let her go, Scanlon. You're going home. - Mr. Washington? - Yes, Miss Ratched. - Make sure no one is missing. - Will do. - Mac? - Come on, Scanlon, move. - Everybody out of here. - Come on, move it out. Come on, move it. Martini, get your butt up. Come on, up. Colonel, get your dead ass up there. What the hell's going on here? Come on, move out. - Move it out of there. - Miss Ratched? Okay, Martini, let's go. Move it. - Fredrickson, what you doing? - Where you going? Back out here. - Let's go. Go on, let's go. - What the hell is that? Taber, get up. Come on. I said, get up. Move it back there. McMurphy, get your ass over here, and bring Dracula with you. - Move it. - Come on. Let's go. Let's go. Stay right there, Bancini. - Miss Ratched? - Yes? Looks like Billy Bibbit's the only one missing. - Billy? - Mm-hm. - Thank you, Mr. Washington. - Okay. Did Billy Bibbit leave the grounds of the hospital, gentlemen? I want an answer to my question. Did he leave the grounds of the hospital? - Mr. Washington? - Yes. Miss Pilbow, check all the rooms. - Mr. Warren? - Yes. You'll start with the tub room. Mr. Martini? May I have my cap, please? My cap. My cap. There. Thank you. Miss Ratched. Miss Ratched.... Um, I can explain everything. Please do, Billy. Explain everything. Everything? Aren't you ashamed? No, I'm not. All right. You know, Billy, what worries me... ...is how your mother's going to take this. Well, you... You don't have to... ...tell her, Miss Ratched. I don't have to tell her? Your mother and I are old friends. You know that. Um.... Please do... Don't tell my m... Don't you think you should have thought of that before you took that woman... ...in that room? No, no. I... I didn't. You mean she dragged you in there by force? She... She... She... She did. - Everybody did. - Everybody? Who did? You tell me who did. M... McMurphy. Miss Rat... Miss Ratched, please don't... - ...tell my mother, please. - Mr. Warren? Would you see that the men are washed and ready for the day? Miss Ratched, please... Please don't tell my mother. - Mr. Washington? - Yes? - Put Billy in Dr. Spivey's office. - No, no. No. - Stay with him till the doctor arrives. - No, no, no. No, no. No. - Move it. Come on, Martini, get on. - No. No! No! No! That way, please. Please, gentlemen. Huh? Let's go, come on. Come on, you guys. What is this? Let's go. Hey, what the hell is that? McMurphy, what the hell are you doing? Washington to the Day Room. Immediately. Put down those keys and nobody gets hurt. Move away from the window and take that damn Chief with you. Mac? Come on, let's go. Let me through. Let me through. Out of the way, McMurphy. - Come on, clear it. - Get these people out of here. - Oh, Billy. - Will you guys clear the door? Everybody out. Out. Everybody out. Come on, goddamn it. Get your ass... Now calm down. The best thing we can do is go on with our daily routine. All right? Mac. Don't. Don't. Mac. Mac. Don't. Mac. No. Don't. And the bets are placed. There's one for Tabes and Chessy and Martini and the dealer. And a four to Tabes, and a six and a nine... - ...and a 10 to the dealer. - A nine? Nine? What do you say, Tabes? A dime apiece. No? You stick. - He sticks. - Sticks with a four. Chessy's going for the ride. - What does that mean? - He wants a hit. He wants a hit. And a big queen. I think you're busted. Buggered, not busted. - Turn them over. - Buggered. And weep. - Hit me. - Hit. I think you're over. I know you're over. That's a three. Mr. Sefelt? Did everything go well? That's very nice. Now you feel better, don't you? Yes, ma'am. Deuce to the dealer. Split them. Higher. McMurphy is out. McMurphy has escaped. They were taking him through the tunnel. He beat up two of the attendants and escaped. - McMurphy's upstairs. - Oh, no, no, no. Jim, I'm telling you, McMurphy is upstairs... ...and he's as meek as a lamb. Really? I mean, how do you know? - Jack Dunphy told me. - Jack Dunphy's full of shit. - Ha. - Right. Right. We got you. There you go. Mac. They said you escaped. I knew you wouldn't leave without me. I was waiting for you. Now we can make it, Mac. I feel big as a damn mountain. Oh, no. I'm not going without you, Mac. I wouldn't leave you here this way. You're coming with me. Let's go.
|