Girl, Interrupted Page #6

But she's been playing|that sh*t all morning!

Oh, my God!

What an idiot.

- Yes. I need an ambulance.|- Make it a hearse.

Daisy Randone.|I think she killed herself.

You pressed her buttons.|Now you're taking her money.

Please. I didn't press sh*t.|She was waiting for an excuse.

Come on. Pack up.|We have to go, all right?

We have to go.|Now we have money.

Susanna, don't be stupid.

All right. Fine. Be stupid.

We should send someone|for a litter box.

Can I pet the kitty?

Yeah. Be careful.

Hello, puddycat.

Kitty!

You're so cute.

Checks.

Where's Georgina?

She's staying with Polly tonight.

They're playing with your cat.

Did they find Lisa?

I couldn't stand up to her.

A decent person|would have done something.

Shut her up.

Gone upstairs.

Talked to Daisy.

Melvin said you went upstairs.

Too late.

What would you have said to her?

I don't know.

That I was sorry.

That I'll never know|what it was like to be her.

But I know what it's like|to want to die.

How it hurts to smile.

How you try to fit in,|but you can't.

How you hurt yourself|on the outside...

to try to kill the thing|on the inside.

Susanna, it's all well and good|to tell me all this...

but you've got to tell some of this|to your doctors.

How the hell am I supposed to recover|when I don't even understand my disease?

But you do understand it.

You spoke very clearly about it|a second ago.

But I think what you've got to do|is put it down.

Put it away.|Put it in your notebook.

But get it out of yourself.

Away, so you can't|curl up with it anymore.

Lisa thinks it's a gift...

that it lets you see the truth.

Lisa's been here for eight years.

I'm so sorry.

- I was a pig.|- It's all right. Listen.

Do not drop anchor here,|understand?

Good.

When you don't want to feel...

death can seem like a dream.

"But seeing death"...

"really seeing it"...

f***ing ridiculous.

growing up...

"when something peels back"...|"maybe"...

because we can't believe our minds.

life was easier without her.

- "A thought is a hard thing to control. "|- "Out in the real world"...

I began to feel things again.

- "Crazy, sane, whatever I was... "|- "Stupid, smart"...

back to the world...

to use the place to talk.

- My tongue becomes this intrusion.|- "So I saw the great Dr. Wick... "

three times a week...

every thought in my head.

Do you think maybe I have ESP|or something, that I'm gifted?

Perhaps.

You think I can be home|by Thanksgiving?

Nothing's happened in weeks,|you know.

The point is control.

Yeah, and here I am,|in control, off meds...

no headaches, sleeping sound.

Can you help me?

to be helped any longer.

to go back to Kansas.

- "I have? "|- "Then why didn't you tell her before? "

have believed me.

She had to learn it for herself.

What have you learned, Dorothy?

Well...

"I think that it"...

to see Uncle Henry and Auntie Em...

for my heart's desire again...

than my own backyard...

because if it isn't there...

to begin with.

Right?

Thanks, Joe.

Go away.

Go away!

It's me.

It's been a while...

and I just wanted to say hey.

- You okay?|- Fabulous.

You're gonna be late.|Gretta's waiting for you.

I gotta go. Dr. Wick.

They still f***ing with you?

They're, um...

Actually, they're letting me out.

Oh, that's great.

You better go.

Uh, well, my dad got me a job,|a part-time job...

at a bookstore in Harvard Square.

And I got an apartment|with a phone so I can...

Stay in touch. Uh-huh.

Yep. And I'll be seeing Sonia|twice a week.

Is that your long-term plan...|to work in retail?

My plan? No.

Then what do you plan to do?

I plan to write.

Polly Clark.

Cynthia Crowley.

Susanna Kaysen.

- You know, I don't think I need them.|- Sleeping pills, darling.

You want to be rested for tomorrow,|don't you? Last night's a long one.

Good girl. Katie Cooper.

RosemaryJones.

Teresa McCullian.

- Stuck. Garbage.|- Relax.

- Come on|- Come on. Open the door.

- Come on!|- Leave me alone!

Get off!

- Come on! This way!|- Stop it!

Get off me!

Ruby.

"If I spread my fingers,|my hand looked more human...

so I did that.

But it was tiring holding my fingers|apart, so I let them relax...

and then, I turned my hand over.

Oh, my God.

And the back of it wasn't much better.|My veins bulged."

Shut up.|I'm reading. Shut up!

"I can honestly say|that my memory has been transformed.

So by Freud's definition,|I have achieved mental health.

And my discharge sheet reads,|'recovered. '

'Recovered."'

Don't do this!

"Whatever it was,|I just didn't want it.

Find something new.

Had my personality...

Had I stopped arguing|with my personality?

'Recovered."'|We were just reading your book.

We figured since it's your last night,|we'd have a little read-aloud.

Celebrate all the wisdom|you're carrying into the world.

You know, try to learn something,|grow as people.

We read how when you were a baby,|they strapped you to a board.

And how you think Georgina doesn't|want to leave and Polly never will...

and that I'm criminally insane.

What are you guys doing here?

" Lisa's eyes, once so magnetic,|now just look empty."

That is mine.

"Georgina lies only to people|who keep her here.

Sometimes I think|she wants to live in Oz forever."

- How perceptive.|- You better erase that thing...

'cause my father is the head|of the CIA...

and he could have you dead|in minutes!

- "In this world, looks are everything.|- Oh, God.

Sometimes I think Polly's sweetness|and purity aren't genuine at all...

but a desperate attempt to make it|easier for us to look at her."

So nice of you to pass judgement on us|now that you're cured.

What the f*** are you doing, Lisa?

I'm playing the villain, baby,|just like you want.

- I try to give you everything you want.|- No, you don't.

You wanted your file, I found your file!|You wanted out, I got you out!

You needed money, I found you some!

I'm consistent! I told you the truth!|I didn't write it in a book!

I told you to your face...

and I told Daisy to her face|what everybody knew and wouldn't say...

and she killed herself.

And I played the f***ing villain,|just like you wanted.

Why would I want that?

Because it makes you the good guy,|sweet pea.

And you come back here, all sweetness|and light and sad and contrite...

and everybody sits, wringing their hands|congratulating you and your bravery.

Meanwhile, I'm blowing guys at|a bus station for the money in her robe!

- Stop it, Lisa!|- Shut up, Polly!

Where are you going?

- I'm talking. Where are you going?|- Lisa, stop it, please!

Where are you going?|I'm talking to you.

You don't like me anymore?

No, I don't!

- 'Cause you're free?|- Shut up!

You think you're free? I'm free!

- You don't know what freedom is!|- Please, Lisa!

I'm free!

I can breathe!

And you... you're gonna go choke|on your average f***ing mediocre life.

You know, there are too many|buttons in the world.

There's too many buttons,|and they're just...

There's way too many|just begging to be pressed.

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