Girl, Interrupted Page #5

I have a problem coping|with this hospital. I wanna leave.

I can't do that.

I signed myself in.|I should be able to sign myself out.

You signed yourself into our care.|We decide when you leave.

You're not ready for it, Susanna.

Your progress has plateaued.

- Does that disappoint you?|- I'm ambivalent.

In fact,|that's my new favorite word.

Do you know what that means,|ambivalence?

- I don't care.|- If it's your favorite word, I would...

It means "I don't care."|That's what it means.

On the contrary, Susanna...

ambivalence suggests strong feelings|in opposition.

The prefix,|as in "ambidextrous," means "both."

The rest of it,|in Latin, means "vigor."

The word suggests|that you are torn...

between two|opposing courses of action.

Will I stay or will I go?

Am I sane or am I crazy?

Those aren't courses of action.

They can be, dear, for some.

Well, then, it's the wrong word.

No. I think it's perfect.

"What world is this?

What kingdom?

What shores of what worlds?"

It's a very big question|you're faced with, Susanna.

The choice of your life.

How much will you indulge|in your flaws?

What are your flaws?|Are they flaws?

If you embrace them, will you commit|yourself to hospital for life?

Big questions. Big decisions.

Not surprising you profess|carelessness about them.

Is that it?

For now.

This way, Susanna.

John was moved to the men's ward...

from Dr. Wick's office.

We live in a time of doubt.

no longer seem reliable.

- "End the war now! "|- "We are rich but our system"...

Daisy sent us a postcard|all about her new apartment.

She got a pussycat.

Where's Lisa?

You know where she is.

They just put her in another ward.

I think you need to get up.

I'm just going to rest for a while.|Just a little while.

What do you want?|What are you doing?

F***! You st...

Sorry. Too cold?

What the f*** are you doing?|Get me the f*** out of this tub!

Get yourself out.

Where's Lisa?|Where the f*** is Lisa?

What's the matter?|Can't hack it without her?

You banish her for singing to Polly?|We were trying to help her.

We were trying to help her!|This place is a Fascist torture chamber!

See, I worked in state hospitals.|This place is a five-star hotel.

Oh, Lordy, pick a bale of cotton

- "Oh, Lordy, pick a bale"...|- I can take a lot of crazy sh*t...

from a lot of crazy people,|but you...

you are not crazy.

Then what's wrong with me, huh?|What the f***'s going on inside my head?

Tell me, Dr. Val.|What's your diag-nonsense?

You are a lazy,|self-indulgent little girl...

who is driving herself crazy.

Oh, is that your own|medical opinion, huh?

Is that what you've learned in your|advanced studies at night school...

for Negro welfare mothers?

I mean, Melvin doesn't have a clue,|Wick is a psycho...

and you,|you pretend you're a doctor.

You sign the charts,|and you dole out meds.

But youse ain't no doctor,|Miss Valerie.

Youse ain't nothing|but a black nursemaid.

And you're just throwing it away.

You still wanna go to Florida?

Lisa, we need money, don't we?

- You've been tonguing your meds, right?|- Yeah, but I only have...

They gave me shocks again.

All right, Jamie?|I have to get out of here.

I'm Susanna.

What are we doing?

What is it?

" Dear sir,|please give Daisy Randone assistance...

installing a telephone|at 23 Vicar Street."

I thought|we were going to Florida.

We are. We just need a place to crash|till we get plane tickets.

Come on.

Nice coat.

What?

You don't want me, Tony.

Yes, I do, baby.

No, you don't.|I'm a crazy girl.

You're crazy,|so we can't have one night of bliss?

I am a crazy girl. Seriously.

- You've been in a hospital?|- Yes.

Do you see purple people?

My friend.|He saw purple people.

And so the state came|and took him away.

He didn't like that.

Some time went by, and he told them|he didn't see purple people no more.

He got better.

No.|He still sees them.

- Come on. We gotta split.|- Hey, somebody stop her!

She took my f***ing wallet!

Identify yourself.

It's Susanna and...|It's Susanna.

Daisy?

- You got Valium?|- Yeah.

Oh, wow. Cool pad.

Peace, man. Peace.

Come on. I'm sorry for being a b*tch.|I was a drag. That's for you.

That's Ruby.

My dad bought her for me.

This is the Castro Convertible.

- It pulls out.|- Yeah.

- Where's the bathroom?|- Right there.

- You don't have a tub.|- No, I don't.

- What about upstairs?|- No.

Yeah. Okay.

So, what,|did you two escape or what?

Actually, we're going to Florida.

All you have is mustard|and your chickens.

So, what are you girls|going to do in Florida?

I'm going to be the new Cinderella|at Walt Disney's new theme park.

Susanna's gonna be Snow White.

You can come if you want.

You can be the cocker spaniel|that eats spaghetti.

I wanna make pancakes.

I'm tired. I wanna go to bed.

In the morning. I want to make|pancakes in the morning.

There's a market on the corner.

Pans are under the sink.

Silver's in that drawer.

Do you have any money?

Do you have some sort|of a safety net down there?

People you know|down there in Florida?

Relatives?

Friends? Anything?

Yeah.

This is for your pancakes. Don't|make a lot of noise in the morning.

I like to sleep late.

I'll come down when I'm ready.

Give me the Valium.

We don't need your daddy's money.

Then leave it there.

Just give me the f***ing Valium.

- What's this, huh? What's this?|- Let go.

- Trying out your new silver?|- Get the f*** off me.

- Less appealing for Daddy?|- Lisa.

- Look at your own arm, a**hole.|- I'm sick, Daisy. We know that.

But you're in so-called "recovery"|playing Betty Crocker...

cut up like a goddamn Virginia ham.

Just stop it, okay?

Help me understand, Dais...

'cause I thought|you didn't do Valium.

Tell me how this safety net|is working for you.

Tell me that you don't take that blade|and drag it across your skin...

and pray for the courage|to press down.

Tell me how your daddy|helps you cope with that.

Illuminate me.

My father loves me.

I bet, with every inch|of his manhood.

Oh, God.

I'm going to sleep now.

Please be gone in the morning.

You're just jealous, Lisa...

because I got better...

because I was released...

because I have a chance...

at a life.

They didn't release you|because you're better, Daisy.

They just gave up.

You call this a life, hmm?

Taking Daddy's money, buying|your dollies and your knickknacks...

and eating his f***ing chicken,|fattening up like a prize heifer?

You changed the scenery|but not the f***ing situation...

and the warden makes house calls.

And everybody knows...

everybody knows that he fucks you.

What they don't know|is that you like it.

- Hmm? You like it.|- Shut the f*** up!

Hey, man.|It's cool. It's okay.

It's fine. It's f***ing fine.|A man is a dick...

is a man is a dick|is a chicken...

is a dad, a Valium,|a speculum, whatever.

Hmm? Whatever.

You like being Mrs. Randone.

Probably all you've ever known, huh?

Have fun in Florida.

Has she come down yet?

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