Girl, Interrupted Page #4

Let go of me.

- Mother.|- Get that out of my face, a**hole!

Let go! Now.

Stop it!

You shared a man with that woman?

- Did you enjoy the fresh air, Lisa?|- Yeah, I did, Val. Thanks.

Good. Because it's the last time|you're leaving the ward.

Is that a dare or a double dare?

Okay. Raise your arms.

Very good.|We're going to be trees.

Feel the strength in your arms|as the branches...

and reach those branches|up to the sky.

Come on, Susanna.|Reach. Very good.

Up. Lisa, all right.

Reach your arms, girls.|Reach. Really lift.

Feel the stretch through the hip.

Very good.|Let your arms be branches.

Feel the strength of those branches.

Reach.|Reach all the way up into the sky.

Very good.

Let the wind blow the leaves,|and let your fingers be the leaves.

Good, M.G.

Very good. Feel the wind.|Good. Good, Lisa.

Very good.

Just lift up. Lift up.|Very good, girls.

Now feel your feet|Feel your feet be rooted.

Go down into a plie.|Very good.

Good, girls.|Polly, very good.

Okay. Now stretch it. The wind's blowing|really hard this way. This way.

- It's blowing you over.|- That is not fair!

Seventy-four is the perfect weight!

Good luck, crazy b*tch.

Now what kind of tree can you be,|Janet, down there on the floor?

I'm a f***ing shrub, all right?

I cannot fight back.|You're used to it. It's so clear.

tonight in Memphis, Tennessee.

alone on the balcony of his hotel room.

Last night, he said this...

what will happen now.

We've got some difficult days ahead.

with me now...

because I've been to the mountaintop.

And I don't mind.

What are your other chores like?

Well, they call me mom|"and mama and mommy and"...

Susanna, you have a visitor.

Well, how...|What are you doing here?

I ship out next week.

Here.

Checks.

Sorry.

No. It's okay.|We have ten minutes till they come back.

What you doing?

Nothing.

Well, why don't you go to your room|and do nothing, huh?

Checks.

- Hey, Margie.|- Hey, Lisa.

- What you doing?|- Checks.

- How's Joe?|- He's fine.

Yeah.

Lisa, I have to do my checks.

Yeah, and taking five minutes|from me would be a dereliction of duty?

What would you do|if I had punctured artery?

You'd just go about your rounds,|ignoring my wounds?

- Stop it.|- Stop what? Look at this.

- Go ahead.|- That's enough.

Take one f***ing step,|and I'll jam this in my aorta. Go ahead.

- Stop it.|- Lisa, your aorta is in your chest.

Good to know.

- I'll make a note of that.|- Good.

Susanna, you have grounds privileges.|Why don't you take a walk?

Go get a cup of coffee.

We should get out of here.

- The cafeteria's this way.|- Just keep walking. My wheels are here...

Wait. What are we doing?

We're going to Canada.

Susanna, you're not crazy.

Okay? You don't need to be here.

I tried to kill myself, Toby.

- What, you took some aspirin...|- I took a bottle of aspirin.

And that buys you a year in this place?|Susanna, that's bullshit, okay?

They're breaking you.

Now come on, all right?|Everything's changing, man.

What the f*** do they know|about being normal?

I have friends in here.

Who? Them?

Those girls... Susanna.

They're eating grapes|off of the wallpaper.

Okay? They're insane.

If they are, I am.

Baby, listen. Come with me.

Look, my dad gave me five grand.

Okay? We can go up there.|We can build a cabin in the woods.

Susanna, look.|I know that this sounds crazy...

but I think I love you.

So come with me, okay?

Come with me.

- You wanna leave, don't you? I mean...|- Yes.

I wanna leave...

but not with you.

Not with you.

I'm sorry.

Susanna, wait a second.

Why did you do that?

Fix the lightbulb at night.

I'm not here in the morning...

and that's when you like|to draw your pictures and stuff, so...

John?

Why do you like me?

I just like you.

That's all.

I wish you were getting better, though.

I would take you out|to go see a movie...

or something.

That'd be nice.

No! My face!

I'm okay!

Just step...|Let her be. She's fine.

Polly. Seclusion.|Take her to seclusion. Come on.

- I got you.|- Come on.

What happened to my face?|My face. Why?

Quieten down. You're all right.

- My face!|- You're all right.

I'm ugly! My face!

And the important thing is...

a few miles from the crossing point...

"of Interstate 4 at"...

What happened to Polly?

What needs to happen?|No one's ever gonna kiss her.

Look. They're building|a new Disneyland in Florida.

If I could have any job in the world,|I'd be a professional Cinderella.

You could be Snow White,|and Polly could be Minnie Mouse.

And then everyone would hug her|and kiss her and love her...

and no one would know what's inside|that big giant head, you know?

Give me your keys.

My face!

- It's Susanna.|- Just play something.

If talking did sh*t,|we'd be out of here by now.

Come on.

and life is making you lonely

You can always go downtown

All the noise and the hurry

Seems to help I know

Downtown

in the traffic in the city

where the neon lights are pretty

How can you lose

The lights are much brighter there

Forget all your cares and go

- "Downtown"|- Back to your room, please.

- "Things'll be great when you're downtown"|- Please. Back in your room.

- "Everything's waiting for you"|- McWilley will wake up.

- "Just listen to the rhythm"|- Give me the guitar.

- You're gonna get me fired. Lisa.|- "You'll be dancing with him too"

Before the night is over

- Susanna, give me the guitar.|- "Happy again"

- Oh, yeah.|- It's okay. Come here.

You're gonna get me fired,|you know that?

Downtown

Everything's great

When you're downtown

I'm writing you up.

I am sick of this bullshit.

Is she here?

You can go in now.

- What did she do?|- They drugged Nurse McWilley.

Good morning, Susanna.

- Good morning.|- How are you?

I'm fine, I guess.

Sit down.

You look tired.

Polly freaked out last night, and we|stayed up singing to her... Lisa and I.

Have you become friends with Lisa?

- Why? Is that bad?|- Does it feel bad?

Before you came here,|did you have many girlfriends?

Not really.

Would you say that,|before you came here...

your friends consisted mainly|of boys, of men?

Does it say in there|that I'm promiscuous?

Why do you choose that word?

How many guys|would I have to sleep with...

to be considered promiscuous...|textbook promiscuous?

- What do you think?|- Ten. Eight. Five.

And how many girls would a guy my age|have to sleep with to be promiscuous?

Ten? Twenty? A hundred and nine?

Someone who's impulsively promiscuous...

might engage in a sex act|with a guest in their room...

and then engage in another sex act...

during the same day with an orderly.

Am I in trouble for kissing an orderly|or giving my boyfriend a blow job?

Melvin says you have some very|interesting theories about your illness.

You believe there is|a mystical undertow in life.

"Quicksands of shadows."

And another one of my theories is that|you people don't know what you're doing.

Still you acknowledge there is a problem|coping with this quicksand.

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