Girl, Interrupted Page #2

What? No, Val, please. Please!

Get her legs!

Please!

- F***, no!|- Get her feet!

- I got her!|- Get off! No, no!

Help!

We have got to|cut those nails again.

My God.|What the hell was that?

That was Lisa.

And Jamie was your roommate?

Jamie was Lisa's best friend.

She was sad last week|'cause Lisa ran away...

so she hung herself|with a volleyball net.

Master.

Oh! Oh, I'm sorry.

Meds!

Cynthia Crowley.

Susanna Kaysen.

I am Mrs. McWilley,|and these are for you.

- What are they?|- They'll help you sleep.

- It's 10:
30. I'm not gonna...|- For Christ's sake.

You can discuss it in the morning,|dear, with your doctor.

In the meantime, we'll just|have to agree to disagree.

Take them here.|Have some water.

Polly Clark.

You can go now.

Teresa McCullian.

Daisy Randone.

member of the honor society.

Heading off to Tulane University.

Congratulations.

Andrea Jacobs...

president of the French Club|and honor society...

and on her way|to Sarah Lawrence.

- What is she doing?|- Some kind of a stunt.

Wake up, freak.

Checks.

Why do they do that?

They're just doing checks.

They'll space them out more|after you've been here a while.

That girl. Polly.

How did she get all...

When she was ten...

her mother told her that|she had to give away her puppy...

'cause he was giving her a rash.

And so Polly went...

and found her father's gas can...

and she poured it all over|where she was getting the rash.

And then...

she lit a match.

Oh, my God.

What about you?|Why are you here?

Pseudologia fantastica.

What's that?

I'm a pathological liar.

- What are your plans this fall?|- What?

What are your plans this fall?

I don't have any.

I'm going to be|an ethonobotanist.

Full scholarship to M.I.T.

I'm gonna join the Krishnas.

Hare Krishna?|That's interesting, actually.

I was kidding.

You're Susanna, right?

I'm Toby.|Andrea Jacobs' brother.

I was at graduation.

You're...

You're pretty when you sleep.

Checks.

It's 7:
00.

I mean, everybody thinks about it|at some point.

How would you do it?

I don't know.

I guess I haven't|really thought about it.

Once it's in your head, though...

you become this...

strange, new breed.

A life-form that loves|to fantasize about its own demise.

Make a stupid remark,|kill yourself.

If you like the movie,|you live.

- You miss the train, kill yourself.|- Susanna.

What?

Let's not talk about this|anymore, okay?

Why?

Because it's...

stupid.

What?

What are you doing?

What? 'Cause I don't want to kill|myself? That's not cool to you?

I don't want to die.|I was just talking.

Look, the world is f***ed up,|okay?

It's so f***ed up|that if some draft zombie...

pulls my birthday out of a barrel,|I'm gonna die.

When's your birthday?

December 30.

I'll pray for you.

Checks.

You asked for this?

Are you going to watch?

Afraid so.

That's why there's so many|fuzzy-legged women around here.

Has anybody ever watched you|shave your legs?

I got two kids and one bathroom.|What do you think?

I think you should lock the door.

September 14.

Bingo.

- Bingo, bingo.|- "December 30."

Oh, my God.

A guy I know was just drafted.

What's his name?

Toby.

He's dead now.

Get out, Lisa!

I'm not in your room, Daisy.|I'm right f***ing here.

- Do you want some of my nail polish?|- Get out!

- You're looking better, Lisa.|- Thanks, Margie.

- How's the engagement going?|- Well, you know.

No, I don't. I've been away.

Joe wants me to...|Before the wedding.

F*** his brains out.|Use a rubber.

Gosh, hell, no.

Can I bum one?

Go ahead.

So, have you had|your first Melvin yet?

Who's that?

Bald guy with a little pecker|and a fat wife.

Your "ther-rapist,"|sweet pea.

Unless...

they're giving you shocks.

Or, God forbid,|letting you out.

Then you get to see|the great, wonderful Dr. Dyke.

She means Dr. Wick.

I've been in his office,|but I haven't met him yet.

He's a she.|Dr. Wick's a girl.

That's right, M.G.|Wick's a chick.

- Lisa!|- Hence the nickname.

Hey, Lil. When the f***|is my checkup?

It's now, Lisa.|You said you'd be in your room.

Can't let you sit too long|without popping the hood.

A**hole.

Susanna, you have Melvin in|half an hour. I'll take you there.

I'm sorry.

Why are you using the past tense?

What do you mean?

Well, he was only drafted today...

so chances are|he's not dead yet.

Probably has several months...

before he even reports.

He was just a nice guy,|that's all.

And it made me feel bad.

You've been feeling bad|in general.

Right? You've been|feeling depressed.

I haven't exactly been|a ball of joy, Melvin.

I understand you tried|to kill yourself last week.

Anything you want to tell me|about that?

I had a headache.

So I assume you took the recommended|aspirin dosage for a headache.

I didn't try to kill myself.

- What were you trying to do?|- I was trying to make the sh*t stop.

The time jumps, the depression...

the headaches,|the thing with your hand?

All of the above.

I see.

What is it?|Are you puzzled about something?

Yeah. I guess I am, Melvin.

I guess I'm puzzled as to why it is|I have to be in a mental institution.

- You put yourself here.|- My parents put me here.

No, they didn't.

Everyone here's f***ing crazy!

You want to go home.

Same problem.

M.G., look at me.

Play with me.

Don't be sad.

- Lisa.|- Yeah.

Thank you.

- Oh. What are these?|- Colace. It's just a laxative.

I don't need them.

Are we going to have a problem?

May I see?|Thank you.

Surrender.

Are we going to have a problem?

No? No problem.

Phone call, booth one.

Hold on.

- Hi, Mom.|- "Hi, honey. Your father's on too. "

His plane got stuck at Dulles.

- "How're you doing, honey? "|- I'm fine, Dad.

- "You know, sweetheart"...|- Oh, God!

Valerie, please.

If you can't give me any Ex-Lax,|can I please have some Colace?

No. No more laxatives.

- Margie?|- I can get her some prune juice.

Prune juice!

This is outrageous.

made new friends, and I said...

This isn't Camp Winnetka. "

- Daisy?|- F*** off.

I have something you want.

Come in.

- You're all packed up.|- I'm leaving in a month.

My dad got me an apartment.

- Really? Where?|- It's near the airport.

One bedroom, two baths, eat-in chicken.|He fixed it up real nice for me.

- You mean "eat-in kitchen."|- That's what I said, a**hole.

So what do you have that I want?

- Put it on the bed and get out.|- Put yours on the bed.

Oh, Jesus. Get out! Get out!

Don't take advantage|just because she's new.

- Pony up some Valium.|- Get the f*** out...

or I'm calling Valerie!

Why don't you call Valerie?

Let's ask her for some Colace|just like Susie Q's got in her hand.

Why does it stink in here?

- I don't take Valium.|- I know. That's the point.

They give them to you,|and you don't take them.

Are you going to eat that or...

Checks.|You've got visitors, Daisy.

I want some f***ing Colace.

Talk to Melvin tomorrow.

You know what I think?|I think you want to poop.

I think it's been days.

- It's okay. I don't care.|- I do care!

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