One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest

This programme contains very strong language.

-Good morning, Miss Ratched.

-Good morning.

-Good morning, Miss Ratched.

-Good morning.

Morning, Bancini. Good morning.

How're you feelin'? Rested.

Medication time!

'Medication time!' SOOTHING WALTZ MUSIC

HE MUMBLES INAUDIBLY

OK, move it up!

Here, Mr Fredrickson.

Your juice. >

< Chief.

OK, my friend... Let's go.

There's his papers. > And I'm gonna need a signature.

A WOMAN LAUGHS

THE WALTZ IS STILL PLAYING

Hi.

Mr McMurphy's here.

-All right, I'm ready.

-OK.

One pair of socks.

A T-shirt.

Hi!

Goddamn, boy, you're about as big as a mountain!

-What's your name?

-H-he...he can't hear you. >

He's a d-deaf and d-dumb Indian.

Is that so?

-Come on, Bibbit. >

-Can't even make a sound, huh?

How!

Woooh-woooh-woooh-woooh! Woooh-woooh!

-Wooooh-woooh...!

-Come on, Billy. >

-Jack of Clubs leads.

-Ha-ha... Oh-oh.

-What's your name, son?

-Bill...Billy B-Bibbit.

-I'm McMurphy.

That's Charlie Cheswick's cards!

That's his ace of spades. Your turn, Bill.

A big ten.

-Put one of them on it.

-Wait a minute.

< Oh, I can win that one.

-I win!

-Pinochle, huh, Bibbit?

-Mmm.

-You were void on spades?

What's the bid?

Fi...fi...fif...

-Oh...eh...you like to look at other people's cards, do you?

-Yes.

Have you ever seen this one?

-Come on, Martini.

-Martini!

-Play a club.

-Whose turn is it now?

-Well, HE trumped... Where are you goin'?

-Aren't you gonna play?

-What's the matter with him?

-Martini...I wanna play.

-Billy...? Look, I wanna win some cards...

-Get a grip on yourself.

KNOCK AT DOOR Yes?

Mr McMurphy's here, Doc. Oh, good. Have him come in.

Thank you.

-McMurphy, I'm Dr Spivey.

-Dr Spivey, what a pleasure it is to meet you.

-Sit down and let's talk.

-OK.

R.P. McMurphy...

-That's a big fish, Doc.

-Yeah.

-About forty pounds.

No, thirty-two. It took all my strength to hold it up.

-Probably that chain didn't help it either. You didn't weigh the chain, did you, Doc?

-No, I didn't do that.

I'm proud of that picture.

The first Chinooker I ever caught.

Nice one.

Randall Patrick McMurphy... Thirty-eight years old.

What can you tell me about why you've been sent over here?

Well...I dunno. What does it say there?

-Mind if I smoke?

-Go right ahead.

Well, it...em... says several things here.

It says you've been belligerent, talked when unauthorised...

You've been resentful in attitude towards work... You're lazy.

Chewing gum in class (?)

The real reason you've been sent is that they want you evaluated.

-Yeah.

-To determine whether or not you're mentally ill.

Why might they think that?

Well, as near as I can figure out, it's 'cos I fight and fuck too much.

-In the penitentiary?!

-No, no, no.

-Why did you get sent over here from the work farm?

-I really don't know.

-It says here...

-It ain't up to ME.

-Let me just take a look.

One...two...three...four...

-You've got at least five arrests for assault.

-Yeah.

-What about that?

Five fights, huh? Rocky Marciano's got forty, and he's a millionaire.

-That's true.

-That IS true.

-And it's true that you went in for statutory rape? That's true, is it not?

-Yes. But, Doc...

She was 15 years old, goin' on 35. She told me she was 18.

And she was very willing.

I practically had to take to sewin' my pants shut.

She might've been 15...but when you get that little red beaver in front of you, I don't think it's CRAZY.

-I hear you.

-No man alive can resist that. That's why I got in the jail.

Now they're tellin' me I'm crazy 'cos I don't sit there like a vegetable.

If that's what bein' crazy is,

-then I'm gone-down-the-road wacko! But no more, no less.

-Well, to be honest with you...

..what it says here...

..is that they think...they think... that you've been fakin' it in order to get out of your work detail.

-What do you say?

-Now, do I look like that kind of guy to you?

Well, let's just be frank for a minute...

All right.

Tell me, do you think there's anything wrong with your mind?

Not a thing. I'm a goddam marvel of modern science.

Well, you're going to be here for a period for us to evaluate you.

We're going to study you and make our determinations

and provide the necessary treatment.

Doc, let me just tell you this... I'm here to co-operate with you.

I'll be just right down the line with you.

Cos I think we ought to get to the bottom of R.P. McMurphy.

The scythe.

I'm feeling tired... Sit down.

That better?

Mr Ellsworth... You'll wear yourself out.

All right, gentlemen, let's begin.

On Friday, we were discussing Mr Harding's problem concerning his wife.

Mr Harding stated that his wife made him uneasy because she drew stares from men on the street.

-Is that correct, Mr Harding?

-Yes... Yes, that's correct.

He also thinks he may have given her reason to seek sexual attention elsewhere, but he couldn't say how.

Mr Harding has been heard to say to his wife, "I hate you. I don't want to see you. You betrayed me."

So, does anyone care to touch on this further?

Mr Scanlon, would YOU begin today?

Are you sure?

Billy, how about you?

N-n-n-no, ma'am.

I'd like to write in my book that you began the meeting, just once.

Mr Martini?

-Are you with us?

-Yes.

Would you like to begin?

Mr Cheswick?

-Me?!

-Yes.

You mean, there's not a man here who has an opinion on this matter?

All right. Mr Harding...

You've suspected your wife of seeing other men.

Oh, yes, very much. I suspect her. I SUSPECT her.

Well, maybe you can tell us WHY you suspect her.

Well, I can only SPECULATE as to the reasons why.

Have you ever speculated, Mr Harding,

that perhaps you are impatient with your wife because she doesn't meet your mental requirements?

Perhaps. But the only thing I can really speculate on

is the very existence of my life, with or without my wife,

in terms of the juxtaposition of one person to another, the form...

Drop the bullshit. Get to the point!

This IS the point, Taber. It's not bullshit.

I'm not just talking about my wife,

I'm talking about my LIFE!

I'm talking about EVERYBODY!

I'm talking about form...content... I'm talking about God, the devil, Hell, Heaven! Do you understand?!

Harding, you're so fucking dumb!

Ohhh!

-You make me feel peculiar...

-What?!

What does "peculiar" mean? Peculiar? Peculiar?!

You guys just don't want to learn anything. He's got intelligence!

Wait! What are you tryin' to say?

Tryin' to say I'm queer? Little Mary Anne... Is that it?

Is that your idea of communicating something to me?!

-They're ganging up on you!

-Is that news(?)

-They gang up on ME, too.

Cheswick, take it easy. And stay off my side.

-But I only wanna... I only wanna help you.

-I understand.

Don't you want me to...? >

-Please!

-But I only wanna...

-Please!

You see, the other day you made some allusions...

-Allusions?

-..to sexual... Yes, allusions.

Allusions to sexual problems I might be having with my wife.

If that's your way of trying to tell me something...

You're a morbid asshole!

-Asshole?

-And you feel PECULIAR.

You go on and on about your wife!

-I'm not talkin' about my wife!

-Wise up!

THEY ALL SHOUT I'm tired.

I don't wanna hear it!

I'm tired. It's a lot of baloney.

MARTINI: I don't wanna hear it!

BANCINI: It's a lot of baloney.

BANCINI IS LED AWAY PROTESTING

-TANNOY:

-'Recreation time, gentlemen.

'All non-restricted patients, please report to the bus.'

Did you ever play this game, Chief?

Come on, I'll show you.

An old Indian game. It's called "Put the ball in the hole".

Now...

Just hold it right there.

Now, that's your spot. Don't move.

Never move. That's your spot. Understand?

Now, take the ball.

Here, take the ball. That's it. Hold on to it.

Don't crush it. We're gonna put it in the basket.

All right...raise up your arms.

Raise the ball up in the air.

-He can't hear a fuckin' thing.

-I'm talkin' to myself. It helps me think.

-It don't help HIM none.

Well, it don't hurt him either.

It don't hurt you, does it, Chief? See? It don't hurt him.

All right, Chief... Let's raise our hands up in the air.

Just raise 'em up. Understand? Raise the hands up.

Up. Raise your hands up. That's it!

All the way up. That's it.

That's a baby. All right...huh?

Now...

Jump up and put it in the basket. Jump up and dunk it in!

Stuff that son-of-a-bitch in there, Chief.

Take a rest, Chief. Stay there. I'll be right back.

Bancini, come here a minute.

You're lookin' OK. Get over here.

Get down a little bit. OK, stand up.

All right, you got her. Over there. Hit me, Chief! I got the moves!

I got them, Chief! OK, hold it.

Give me the ball. Thank you, Chief.

-Now, hold it there.

-Oh, I'm tired.

-Jump up and put it in the basket.

See what I mean? Bancini, hold still.

Now, jump up and put it in the basket, Chief!

Not you, Bancini!

-Bancini, where you goin'?

-I'm tired.

-No...

-Oh, I'm tired.

-Fast break! Defence! Get back!

Bancini, where are you goin' at? General, get this man round!

-That's it. Back.

-Oh, I'm tired.

-I'm tired.

-Hit me, Chief!

Put it in the basket, Chief!

Put it in the basket!

SOOTHING MUSIC: MANCINI'S "CHARMAINE"

TV NEWS IS ON

All right...make the bets.

-What's this?

-Make the bets... That's a dime, Martini.

-I'll bet a nickel.

-A dime's the limit.

-I'll bet a dime.

This is not a dime, Martini.

THIS is a dime. If you break it in half, you don't get two nickels, you get shit. Try and smoke it.

-D'you understand?

-Yes.

OK, cards. Queen to the Chesser. Bull to Taborations. Ten to Billy, to match his wang. I get a three.

-Hit me. Hit me.

-I can't. It ain't your turn.

See these other people? These are REAL people here.

What'll you do, Ches, hit or sit?

-That's twenty-three up, Cheswick. You're busted.

-Twenty-three...?

-Hit me. Shut up!

-Tabor...

-I'm next. >

-You're not next!

-Hit me. >

-Ace.

-Hit me.

-That's 4 or 14.

-Don't want any more. Billy?

-Hit me. >

Hit me.

-You didn't make a bet.

-I'll bet a dime.

-OK.

-Hit me.

-That's twenty showing.

No, it's not. It's 10...11...12...13.

This is a fuckin' queen here! You don't count the THIS and THIS.

-Hit me.

-You got 20 showin'!

-Hit me.

-Scanlon, who's pitchin'?

What...?

-'Medication time.'

-Huh?

< 'Medication!'

-Who's pitchin' the opener?

-Hit me.

-Do you nuts wanna play cards or do you wanna jerk off?! I can't even hear myself think.

-But, Mr...!

Aaah! Stay back!

-I just wanted...

-Mr McMurphy, patients aren't allowed in here.

-I wanted to turn...

-When you're outside, then we'll discuss your problem.

-Yes, ma'am.

Let me in here, will you, Hard-on? Excuse me, miss...

-Could you turn that music down so a couple of the boys could talk?

-That music is for everyone.

Yeah, I know. But do you think we might ease it down a little so that we didn't have to SHOUT?

We have a lot of old men on this ward who couldn't hear the music if we turned it lower.

That music is all they have.

Your hand is staining my window.

Oh...sorry, ma'am.

-It's all right.

-I'm really sorry.

-Mr McMurphy. Your medication.

-What's in the pill?

-It's good for you.

-I want to know what it is.

-Don't get upset.

-I'm not.

I just don't want anyone to try and slip me saltpetre. Know what I mean?

-HE DRUMS ON THE WALL

-It's OK.

If Mr McMurphy won't take his medicine orally, we'll do it another way.

But I don't think you'd like it, Mr McMurphy.

-YOU'D like it, eh, Hard-on?

-Well...

-Give it to me.

-Good.

-Very good.

-Mmmm, yummy (!)

-Mr Harding...

-Mm-hm? Oh...merci.

Tell me, lover boy, why didn't you tell her to go fuck herself?

Jesus Christ!

That's funny, huh(?) That wasn't very smart.

-She could've seen that.

-Oh(?)

-Yeah.

-Wooh... Wo-ah!

God Almighty, do you think she's some kind of a champ or somethin'?

No, I thought YOU were the champ.

-D'you want a bet?

-Bet on what?

I bet in one week I can put a bug so far up her ass, she don't know whether to shit or wind her watch.

One week. Who wants to bet a buck?

-Huh?

-I'll bet.

Tabes! In, one buck. Solid.

Last time we were making progress discussing Mr Harding and the problem with his wife.

So, who would like to begin today?

-Mr McMurphy.

-Yeah, I've been thinking about what you said...

..about getting things off your chest.

I wanna say a couple of things.

That's very good. Go ahead.

Today, as you may or may not know,

is the opening of the World Series.

I want tonight's work detail to be changed so we can watch the game.

Mr McMurphy, what you're asking

is that we change a very carefully worked-out schedule.

A little change never hurt. A little variety.

That's not necessarily true.

Some men take ages to get used to the schedule. They might be disturbed by change.

Fuck the schedule. They can go back to it. This is the WORLD SERIES.

Well, anyway, this is no way to proceed about this. We'll have a vote.

We'll let the majority rule.

Great. Let's vote on her.

All those in favour, raise your hands.

OK, guys, come on.

Put your hands up.

Don't you wanna watch the World Series?!

Come on, get some exercise put your hands up in the air. Come on, let's...

What is this crap? I watch the Series every year. I even saw it when I was in the cooler!

Come on, be good Americans!

Mr McMurphy, I only count three votes, and that's not enough to change ward policy. I'm sorry.

My turn. OK, hot dice! I need cash for when I get to Mediterranean Avenue.

Big ten! Perfect.

-What are you doing?

-Hotel!

-You do not have a hotel there.

You do not have a hotel on Boardwalk!

It costs 1,000 and four houses to put a hotel on Boardwalk!

-Knock off the bullshit.

-Huh?!

-Play the game.

-I am.

-Play the game!

-I am!

-Bullshit!

-What bullshit?

-Leave me alone!

-Play the game.

-Play the game.

-What the fuck are you picking on me for?!

-Play the game!

-Keep your hands off me!

-Keep your hands off me!

-Come on!

-Look, I can be pushed so far...!

-Play the game.

-Just touch me once more!

-Play the game.

-Play the game, Harding.

-Just touch me... Aaaaahh!

Is that what your schedule does for you, Hard-on, huh?

-You damn lunatic! I don't know what you're on about.

-I'm goin' into town to watch the World Series.

-Anybody want to come with me?

-I do, Mac.

-Ches, OK. Anybody else?

-Where?

-Any bar in town.

-M-M-Mac... y-you c-c-can't get out of here.

Anybody wanna bet?

Hmm, chickenshits?

-Maybe he'll just show Nurse Ratched his big thing and she'll let him out.

-Maybe...

And maybe I'll knock a hole in the wall with your skull.

Why, my head would squash like an egg-plant.

Fuck Sefelt's head! I'm gonna put this thing through the window,

and me and Cheswick are gonna go to a bar, have a beer, and watch the ball game.

That's the bet. Anybody want it?

-You're gonna lift that thing?!

-Yeah, that's right.

I'll bet a buck.

Taber, one dollar.

I'll bet a dime. Mac, you c-c-can't li-li-lift that thing.

Anybody else want any of it? Hard-on?

I'll bet twenty-five dollars!

Twenty-five dollars, Hard-on.

-Mac...no-no-no-nobody could ever lift that!

-Get out of my way, son. You're usin' my oxygen.

All right...

Given up?

No, just warming up. Warmin' up, warmin' up.

This'll be the one.

All right, baby! Go on!

But I tried, didn't I? Goddammit, at least I did that.

RADIO: 'And on the mound, the left-hander, Al Downing.

'The second game of the 1963 World Series is being brought to you from Yankee Stadium...'

Did you tell the girl how you felt about her?

Well...well... I w-went over to her hou-house one Su-Su-Sunday afternoon,

and I br-brought...

I brought her some fluh-flowers.

I said...I said...

"Cel-Cel-Celia, will you m-m-m-m-m-m-m...

"..m-m-m-m-m-marry me?"

Billy... why did you want to marry her?

Well...well... I was in l-l-l-l-love with her.

Your mother told me that you never told her about it.

Billy, why didn't you tell her about it?

-Um...

-Billy, wasn't that the first time you tried to commit suicide?

Oh, my God!

Yes, Mr Cheswick?

-Miss Ratched, I'd like to ask you a question.

-Go ahead.

OK...em...

You know, if Billy doesn't feel like talking, I mean...eh...

Why can't we go on to some new business?

The business of this meeting is therapy.

Oh...

You know, I don't understand this, Miss Ratched, because Mr McMurphy said something yesterday

about a World Series.

A baseball game.

I've never been to a baseball game, and I think I'd like to see one.

And...em...that'd be good therapy, wouldn't it?

I thought we'd decided that issue.

Well, I...eh...I don't think so because, I mean,

we discussed that yesterday and we have a new game today.

That's right, Ches. And we want a new vote on it, don't we?

-Would one more vote satisfy you, Mr McMurphy?

-Yeah, it'll satisfy me.

Everyone in favour of changing the schedule, raise your hand.

OK, I wanna see the hands.

Come on! Which one of you nuts has got any guts?

-OK, that's it!

-I only count nine votes.

She only counts nine(!) It's a landslide!

There are EIGHTEEN patients, and you have to have a majority to change policy.

So you gentlemen can put your hands down now.

Are you gonna count THESE?

These son-of-a-bitches don't even know what we're talkin' about!

-Well,

-I

-have to disagree with you. These men are members of the ward, just as YOU are.

All right, all I need is one vote, right?

-Right?

-All right.

Wanna watch the WORLD SERIES? Come on in, pal. D'you wanna watch a baseball game? Raise that hand.

Sorry... Bancini!

What do you say?

Wanna watch the ball game on TV? Baseball. World Series. Huh?

-I'm tired.

-Just raise your hand.

-Oh, I'm so tired.

OK.

What about you, pal?

All we need is one vote, just your one vote! Raise your hand and your buddies can watch...

General, you remember... October, the banner, the stars!

-#

-Oh, say can you hear...?

-#

-The World Series.

Just raise your hand up!

What about you, pal, huh? Wanna watch the ball game? Just raise your...

-The meeting is adjourned.

-Isn't there one of you maniacs...?

-Mr McMurphy...

-Uh?

-The meeting is adjourned.

-Just wait a minute!

-We can discuss it tomorrow.

All right, Chief, you're our last chance. Just raise your hand up.

That's all we need from you, Chief.

Show her that you can do it!

Just raise your hand up. All the guys have got 'em up. Just raise your hand up, Chief.

-There's gotta be one guy in here who's not a total fuckin' nut!

-Mac.

Chief. Aaaa-oooooh! The Chief did it!

Nurse Ratched, look! The Chief put his hand up. He voted!

Would you turn the TV on?

Into the tub room. Get in there.

-The Chief voted. Now will you turn the TV on?

-Mr McMurphy...

-The vote was closed.

-The vote was ten to eight! Look at the Chief.

When we adjourned, the vote was nine to nine.

Oh, come on, you're not gonna say THAT now!

The Chief just voted. It was ten to nine! I want that TV on NOW!

SOFT MUSIC

Koufax...

It's up the middle. A base hit! Richardson's rounding first. He's going for second!

The ball's into deep front centre!

He's in there! Second base. Look at him, Martini!

Koufax is in big fuckin' trouble!

Tresh is the next batter. Koufax is there...

It's a strike! Koufax's curve-ball is snapping off like a fuckin' firecracker. Here comes the pitch.

-It's there. It's going!

-UPROAR

Somebody get me a fuckin' weiner before I die!

Koufax is pitchin' at the great Mickey Mantle now... It's a fuckin' home run!

'Gentlemen, stop this.'

'Stop this immediately!'

Do you like it here?

Well, that fuckin' nurse, man...

What do you mean?

She...em...

She ain't honest.

Now, look, Miss Ratched's one of the finest nurses we've got in this institution.

Well, I don't want to break up the meeting, but she's something of a cunt.

How do you mean that?

She likes a rigged game. D'you know what I mean?

Well, you know, I've been observing you here now for the last four weeks,

and I don't see any evidence of mental illness.

I think you've been trying to put us on all this time.

What do you want me to do?

Is that it? Is that crazy enough? D'you want me to shit on the floor? Christ!

-Have you ever heard the old saying, "A rolling stone gathers no moss"?

-Yeah.

-Does that mean something to you?

-Eh...

-It's the same as, "Don't wash your dirty underwear in public".

-I'm not sure I understand you.

I'm smarter than him, ain't I?

Well, what that's always meant is, it's hard for something to grow on something that's moving.

How did you feel about what happened yesterday?

Well, you wanna kill. I mean...

Do you gentlemen have any more questions? No. >

No... Do YOU have a question, McMurphy?

Where do you suppose she lives?

Chief...

I'm gonna show these guys who's nuts.

All right. Stand right here.

All right...grab the fence.

Grab the fence. Right here, Chief. Strong. Strong, like this.

That's it. All right.

OK...up.

That's it. You got it?

Let go. OK...push.

Come on!

(Don't breathe on me. Keep moving!)

Come on, you guys!

Hey! What the hell's going on?

-Hey, wait a minute!

-See how easy it is?

Boys, this here's Candy!

Candy, this is the boys.

Hi... Hi.

Are you all crazies?

-Let's go. Down here.

-Isn't this wonderful?

-Down here.

Right here. Come on. We don't wanna be late!

It's our first day out!

Hello! Hello...?

Come on, don't stand around. Get on board!

What the heck is goin' on here?!

-What are you doin' on this boat?

-We're goin' fishin'.

-Oh, no. You're not goin' on THIS boat.

-Oh, yeah, on this boat. Ask Captain Block.

-Captain Block?

-Yes.

-Who are YOU?

-We're from the... eh...State Mental Institution.

This is Dr Cheswick, Dr Taber, Dr Fredrickson, Dr Scanlon the famous Dr Scanlon

Mr Harding, Dr Bibbit,

Dr Martini...and Dr Sefelt.

-And who are YOU?

-I'm Dr R.P. McMurphy.

Wait one second. We chartered the boat to go fishing, that's all.

They'll throw you in the can again, you know.

No, they won't. We're nuts. They'll just take us back.

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.

-Ever driven one of these things?

-Driven one of...?

-Yeah.

-No, Mac.

-Well, it's a lot of fun.

-A lot of fun, huh?

-Take the wheel.

-But...

-Put your hands on the wheel. Just hold it steady.

-Steady?

-Yeah.

-Just go straight, Charlie.

-Straight, Mac?

-That's right.

But, Mac... This ain't steady, MAC!

-< Where are we goin', Mac?

-Straight!

Just go on!

Ohhhh...!

This is the bait.

-Little fishes.

-Dead fishes.

-That's right.

-Now, what're we gonna do with these little fishes?

-Catch big fishes!

That's right, Mr Martini!

And...hooks!

Hold on to your hooks 'cos here are the fishes.

Tabes...

Get a fish here. There, Martini.

Each one of us has got a fish.

-What are you laughin' at, Martini? You're not a loony. You're not an idiot now, you're a fisherman!

-Yes.

-Now, take your bottom hook... You got it?

-Yeah. >

You take it...and you...

..push it all the way through.

Get it through the eyes.

-In his EYE? >

-Don't worry. He's dead, Martini. Just put it through his eyeball.

That's it. Crunch it right through.

Now you got it. Just pull that baby through.

Wrap it around and pull this. Very good.

That's very good, Mr Fredrickson.

That little devil's gonna not even feel the sting, is he, boy?

Em...you've g-g-g-g-got b-b-b-beautiful hair.

Thank you.

And...and y-you've g-g-g-g-g-got b-b-b-b-beautiful eyes.

Thank you.

-Billy' what's the matter? Fishin' don't grab you?

-Em...em... y-y-y-ye-yeah, th-they...they do.

Come on with me over here.

I'm gonna give each of you a rod.

All right...

# La-la-da-dee-da-da

# I'm Popeye the sailor man... #

Just keep watchin' the tip! If you get a strike, let me know!

Just keep fishin'! Don't call me unless you get somethin' big you can't handle yourselves.

Keep on fishin'!

Mac...?

Mac! Hey! Where is everybody?!

Hey!

-Cheswick! Goddammit, I told you to steer the boat!

-I know, but...!

Fish!

Goddammit, he's got a fish! Hold on! Wait a minute. I got it!

Cheswick, get the fuck back up there! I got it, Tabes!

He's going over here!

Get up, Tabes! Over here!

-Get him, Billy!

-I got him!

-Harding, I'm the skipper of this boat!

-Shut up!

-He said to go straight out. You're not going straight.

-I'm going straight enough!

-Chesy, stop it!

-It's MY duty!

-Chesy, stop it! Don't you...!

Now, you son-of-a-bitch!

All right, Martini! All right, take him over, take him over!

That's it. Play him, boys! Come on, you son-of-a-bitches!

Keep that straight! Come back this way...!

-All safe! Didn't lose a nut! It beats bowling, know what I mean?

-Woooooooohh!

-< We caught it!

-Just look at 'em!

We caught it! Look at it!

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...?

He's not overly psychotic, but he's still quite sick.

Do you think he's dangerous? Absolutely.

< 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 work farm.

Is there anybody that you have on your staff that could relate to him,

maybe understand him, help him out with these problems?

Well, the person he's the closest to is the one that he dislikes the most that's YOU, Mildred.

In my opinion, if we send him back to Pendleton or up to Disturbed,

it's just another way of passing on our problem to somebody else.

And we don't like to do that.

I'd like to keep him on the ward. I think we can help him.

All right... Chief! Chief, come on. Come with ME.

All right...now, Chief, this is the spot.

Right there is the spot. Remember?

Raise the hands. In the basket. That's it.

-All right, let's have a little ball from you nuts in here!

-Mac, Mac...

-Let's go...

-You got 6 men on court.

All right... Harding!

-Out of the ball game.

-Why ME?!

-I'll put you in later.

-Oh, no, I don't trust you.

< M-M-M-M-M-Mac...

-I-I'll go.

-OK. Good boy, Billy.

I'll put you in in a minute.

OK, Harding... Martini, back, back!

You threw the ball into the fence!

Christ! There's nobody there!

All right, come on, get in the game! Defence...? Nobody's doin' nothin' here!

-Mac, I'm open!

-Harding, give it back! Here!

-I got it.

-Harding!

Harding, over here! For Christ's sake, I'm here...!

-You were covered!

-I was open!

-You were covered.

-Give me the ball.

-You were covered, Mac.

-I wasn't. Somebody, get back. Give it to ME!

Chief! Put it in!

Get down there! Get down there, Chief!

All right! All right!

Get around, Chief!

-Hey, he kept the ball out!

-Get down there, Chief!

-The ball's in play!

-Fuck that shit!

Hey, let's have some goals!

Right, Chief!

What a ball club!

HE MUMBLES

-McMurphy, get off the side. Move!

-Hey, man!

Come on! Come on!

Go ahead.

I'll be seein' you on the outside, know what I mean?

-By the time you get out, you'll be too old to even get it up.

-68 days!

What the fuck are you talkin' about? 68 days? That's in JAIL, sucker.

-You don't know where you're at.

-Yeah? Where am I at?

With us. And you'll stay with us

until WE let you go.

Do you want to say something to the group, Mr McMurphy?

Well...yeah.

I'd like to know why none of the guys told me

that you and the doctors can keep me here until YOU let me out.

-That's what I'd like to know.

-Fine, Randall. Good start. Anyone care to answer that?

Answer what?

You heard me, Harding. You let me go on hassling Nurse Ratched, knowing what I had to lose!

Now, Mac, I didn't know about...

-Shit!

-No, listen. I'm voluntary. You see, I'm not committed.

I don't have to stay. I can go home any time I want.

-You can go home...?!

-That's it.

-You're bullshittin' me!

-He's bullshittin' me, right?

-No, he's telling you the truth.

There are very few men here who ARE committed. There's Mr Bromden,

Mr Taber, some of the chronics, and YOU.

-Cheswick...

-Mmm?

-You're voluntary?

-Mm-hm.

Scanlon?

Billy, YOU MUST be committed, huh?

N-n-n-n-n-n-no.

Oh, my...for Christ's...

You're just a kid. You ought to be out bird-doggin' chicks and bangin' beaver. What are you doin' here?!

What's funny about that?

You guys do nothin' but complain, and then you haven't the guts to walk out!

What do you think you are? Crazy?

Well, you're not. You're no crazier than the average asshole out there!

Jesus Christ...

I can't believe it.

Those are very challenging observations you made, Randall.

I'm sure some of the men would like to comment.

-Mr Scanlon...

-I want to know why the dorm is locked in the daytime and on weekends.

Yeah... I would like to know about cigarettes.

May I have my cigarettes, please, Miss Ratched?

Sit down and wait your turn!

Go ahead. Sit down.

To answer your question about the dorm, Mr Scanlon,

if we left the door open, you'd go back to bed.

-Am I right?

-So what?

-May I have my cigarettes, please?

-Forget the cigarettes! Cigarettes are not important.

-Cigarettes(!)

-Remember, Mr Scanlon, we've discussed many times

that time spent in the company of others is therapeutic,

while time spent brooding alone isolates you.

Do you mean to say, it's sick to want to be by yourself?

-Miss Ratched...

-Mr Cheswick, SIT DOWN!

-But I wanna know...

-Sit down.

-I wanna...

-Give him a cigarette.

-It's my last.

-That's a fuckin' lie. Give him a cigarette.

-Look, I'm not running a charity...

Come on...!

I don't want HIS cigarettes...

or HIS or HIS or HIS or even YOURS. Understand?

-Billy!

-I want MY cigarettes! >

I want MY cigarettes! I want MINE!

< What gives YOU the damned right

to keep OUR cigarettes piled up on your desk, huh?!

Mr...Mr Harding!

-Oh, I'm sorry.

-You surprise me.

-I lost my head. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... I'm really very sorry.

-That's all right.

-Miss Ratched! >

-Yes, Mr Cheswick?

-I asked you a question!

-I heard your question, and I will answer it as soon as you have calmed down.

OK.

-Are you calm, Mr Cheswick?

-I'm calm.

-Good.

Now, as you all know,

Mr McMurphy has been running a gambling casino, and most of you lost all your cigarettes to him.

You've also lost money to him. And that's why your tub room privileges have been suspended

and your cigarettes have been rationed.

-Mr Martini?

-How are 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...

Aaaaaaaarrrgghhhhh!!

Aaaahhhh!! Aaaaarrgghh!

-Aaaaaaarrrghhhhh!

-Sit down! Sit down, gentlemen. Sit down!

-Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!

Aaaaaaarrrhhhhggghhhh!

-Piss on your fucking rules, Miss Ratched!

-Sit down!

-Miss Ratched...

-I ain't no little kid!

-Sit down!

-You can't keep cigarettes from me!

-Ain't that right, Mac?

-Yeah. Sit down.

-No, I won't! I want something done!

Washington!

-Mr Washington!

-I want something done!

-Here!

-I want something done...!

-Here, Cheswick... Leave him, Washington!

He's gonna be all right.

Emergency! 34-B.

I'll break your fuckin' neck! You fucker!

It's all over, McMurphy!

Aaaahhhhh!

Would you move, please? We need this chair.

I see we have Mr Bromden back.

-Mr McMurphy. How do you do?

-Fine.

I know you didn't do anything wrong. Just sit down.

Mr Cheswick is a little upset.

OK... You'll be OK, Mr Cheswick.

Would you watch these people?

-Would you please take these?

-He can't hear nothin'.

-Gu...gu...!

-Calm down, Ches.

Mr Cheswick, follow me. Oh...geh...!

Mr Cheswick... Mmmm...uhhhh...Mac...!

-Mac, NO! Nobody's gonna hurt you. NO!

-It'll be all right.

-You're OK.

No, leave me alone! Mac... MAC!

Come on, come on. No-o-o-o!

I didn't do nothin'! Mac! NO-O-O-O-O-O-O!

I won't go! I don't wanna go! I won't go!

A-a-a-a-a-aaaaahhhh! Mac! I won't go! No-o-o-o-o!

Aaaaaahhhhhh! >

It's gonna be all right.

Here...want some gum?

Thank you.

Ah...Juicy Fruit.

Why, you sly son-of-a-bitch, Chief.

Can you hear me, too?

-Yeah, you bet.

-Well, I'll be goddamned, Chief!

And they all think you're deaf and dumb?

Jesus Christ!

You fooled 'em, Chief! You fooled 'em. You fooled 'em all. Goddamn!

What are we doin' in here, Chief? What's us two guys doin' in this fuckin' place?

Let's get outta here.

Out.

-Canada.

-Canada?

We'll be there before these son-of-a-bitches know what hit 'em.

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.

-Be seated.

-Would you sit up, please?

-Love to. There might be a little fluid in them boots(!)

Light shine, boys, and send the specimen to Nurse Ratched.

-Out with your gum.

-Huh?

-Out with your gum.

This won't hurt. It'll be over in a moment.

-What's that?

-Conductant.

-A little dab'll do ya, ain't that right?

-Open your mouth.

-What's that?

-This'll keep you from biting your tongue.

-It will?

-Bite down.

Fine.

Now, bite down on it.

Are you ready?

OK, here we go.

Mmmmmm-aaaaahhhhhhhh!

Now, one big breath.

Very good.

I'D like to begin today.

Jim...

I hear 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?

Let's hear it for bull-goose Randall, back in action!

Look at the faces on you! Look at you! You ding-a-lings!

The Mental Defective League, in formation!

-Nurse Ratched, I'm happy to be back.

-We're happy to have YOU back.

-Thank you.

-Would you like to rest today or join the group?

Em...oh, I'd love... love to join the group. I'm PROUD to join the group...Mildred.

-H-h-how's it goin'?

-Perfect, Billy.

They gave me 10,000 watts a day.

The next woman who takes me on is gonna light up like a pinball machine

-and pay off in silver dollars.

-THE MEN LAUGH

Well, that's an amusing thought, but we were talking to Jim. We'd like to get back to his problem.

Oh, I don't mind at all, Nurse Ratched.

I'm gentle as a puppy dog and... Please proceed. Thank you.

TV: '..a possible opening of the Berlin wall during the upcoming Christmas holiday...'

'Goodnight. See you tomorrow.'

HE DIALS

Yeah, baby, it's Mac. It's on tonight.

..Don't worry about it. Get a car.

I don't give a shit, baby. Steal it if you have to.

I gotta go. Don't forget the booze.

Bye.

SNORING

HE GASPS

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.

Chief, you're about as big as a goddamned tree trunk.

My poppa was real big. He did like he pleased. That's why everybody worked on him.

The last time I seen my father, he was blind from drinking.

Every time he put the bottle to his mouth, HE don't suck out of IT,

IT sucks out of HIM until he's shrunk and wrinkled.

They killed him, huh?

I'm not sayin' they killed him. They just worked on him, the way they're workin' on YOU.

Here they are, Chief. They're here.

INAUDIBLE COMMENTS

(Hey!)

McMurphy, get your ass back in bed!

Well...my prayers have been answered, Turkle. Come and see.

You'd take 20 to get down on your knees and pray, wouldn't you?

-No, it don't send me.

-It don't?

-No.

-Well, there'll be more.

They'll be bringin' a couple of bottles with them and, eh...

You're gettin' closer.

They're gonna be sharin' more than just bottles, ain't they?

-You know what I mean.

-Yeah.

-You understand what I mean?

-Yeah, I understand.

-Anything you say, Turkle.

-I'm with you, brother.

Let me just give them a hand.

-Ladies!

-Hi!

-Oh, thank you. This is YOUR department, Mr Turkle.

-Hi, Mac!

-Hi, Rose.

-Oooooohh!

-Sshh!

-Candy, love, give it to me...

-Aaahh! Keep it down!

-This is like my High School.

-Sshh!

Oh, I dig that the barber's chair! You may have it.

Oooh, look at these tubs!

< It's a real nice place, Mac.

Can I take a bath? Sure! Just don't drown yourself.

Rose was married to a maniac once, in Beaverton.

What was the problem?

He used to put frogs in my bra all the time.

Very interesting, very interesting.

-Mr Turkle...Rose is very interested in hospitals and hospital facilities.

-I AM?!

-Yes, you are.

-Where are you goin'?

-I'm gonna take Candy for a stroll.

-Don't make too much noise.

-Not a peep.

-Peep!

All right...

Now, you come over here.

Candy! Don't worry about Candy, honey.

CANDY, DRUNK, OVER THE LOUDSPEAKER: '# Row, row, row your boat Gently down the stream... #

'Wake up, boys! Wake up!

'It's medication time. The night-time spirits are here.

'It's Randall, to say goodbye and get you high on angel Candy.

'Yes, Mr Martini, there IS an Easter Bunny.

'# ..Merrily, merrily, merrily, Life is but a dream... #

'Round the side. Join Mr McMurphy in the executive lounge, please.'

WALTZ MUSIC

-It's Billy...

-TURKLE: What the hell's goin' on?!

-Mr Turkle!

McMurphy, are you tryin' to get my ass fired?! Out of here!

-Come on!

-We're just havin' a party.

-This ain't no nightclub!

This is my fuckin' job! My job, man!

Shit! The Supervisor! Get back in.

Come on! Come on! Let's have no talkin'.

Mr Turkle...?

< Mr Turkle!

(Where the hell is he?)

(He's jerkin' off somewhere.)

TURKLE: (Motherfucker!)

-(Turkle, what are you doin' here?

-The same as you hidin'.)

Yes, ma'am?

Everything OK, Mr Turkle? Everything's fine, ma'am.

Just fine. CRASH, CLATTER

Who's there? Nobody.

Open that door.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm...sorry, ma'am.

But a man gets awful lonesome at night. You understand, huh?

I'm sure you understand. I want that woman out now! Yes, ma'am.

Yes, ma'am.

CRASH!

MARTINI: Is she gone? TURKLE: Yes, and so am I. Get back to bed!

Go ahead. Move it!

-Wheel 'em on out of here! Come on!

-Candy...

-Come on, Candy!

-motherfuckers fuckin' with my job!

-I'm really sorry.

What the fuck...? Get out of here! This is my job. You're fuckin' it up! Get out!

Out of here, motherfuckers!

MUSIC: "JINGLE BELLS"

Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight!

Tabes!

Right out of the Shock Department. I got it from Ratched's charts.

Don't take it all at once!

SOFT MUSIC: "WHITE CHRISTMAS"

Let's go.

This has to be the one, Chief.

-< Mac, what's goin' on?

-Well, Dale, Lord Randall's steppin' down one.

Fredrickson.

Jimmy.

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?

Billy, what's wrong?

For Christ's sake...

What's the matter?

I'm...I'm g-g-g-gonna miss you ver-ver-very much, Mac.

Well, why don't you come with us?

-Well...th-th-think I don't want to?

-So, come on, then. Let's go.

It's n-n-n-n-n-not that easy.

I'm n-n-n-n-n-not ready yet.

I tell you what we'll do...

When I get to Canada, I'll write you a postcard with my address. When you're ready, you can come.

What do you say?

Yeah.

M-m-m-m-mac...

Is sh-sh-sh-she goin' with you?

Candy?

Yeah, she'll be there when you get there. She's goin' with us.

-Are you g-g-go-go-gonna marry her?

-No.

We're just good friends. Why?

N-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-nothin'.

Don't "nothin'" ME. What is it?

Well...it's t-t-t-t-t-too late.

-D'you want a date with her?

-Eh...

Jesus, I must be crazy to be in a loony bin like this.

A date, huh? It'll have to be fast.

-I'll tell you that.

-N-n-n-n...

-..n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-not now.

-Not now?! When, then?

Em...wh-wh-wh-when I have a free weekend.

Busy right now, are you?

-You got somethin' to do right now?

-N-n-n-n-no.

-Good, then you're ready.

-N-n-no...!

-You're ready. Candy!

Candy, I want you to meet

the famous Billy... Go get him, will you? Go get him.

(I want you to...)

-Just do this one little thing. The kid's cute, ain't he?

-Yeah.

Think of ME all the time... There he is!

Billy the Club!

Billy...

I got 25 that says you're gonna burn this woman down!

Oh, b-b-b-boy!

Candy, baby...

I love you.

Hurl the ringer in!

Easy! Back, you guys, back!

-Oh, come on...

-No, no, no. I'll show you some card tricks.

I'll show you the Spanish deck 40 per cent more torture.

Here, Scanlon, you can have this fine deck of cards.

This ain't gonna take long, Rose. You know what I mean?

When we get to Canada...

Outta sight, man, outta sight!

Good morning, Miss Ratched.

-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. Let her go, Scanlon.

-Mr Washington...

-Yes, Miss Ratched?

-Make sure no-one is missing.

-OK.

Mac!

-Move it!

-Hey!

Move it! Up!

Up!

Miss Ratched...

Back out of here!

What the hell's that?!

Taber, get up!

I said, get up!

Move!

< McMurphy, bring Dracula with you!

Move it!

Stay there.

-Miss Ratched...

-Yes.

-It looks like Billy Bibbit's the only one missing.

-Billy?

-Mm-hm.

-Thank you.

-OK.

Did Billy leave the grounds of the hospital?

I want an answer to my question!

Did he leave the hospital grounds?

-Mr Washington...

-Yes?

-Nurse Pilbow...check all the rooms.

-Mr Warren...

-Yes?

-The tub room.

Mr Martini...

May I have my cap, please?

My cap... My cap!

There.

Thank you.

Miss Ratched...

APPLAUSE

Miss Ratched... APPLAUSE CONTINUES

-I can explain everything.

-Please do, Billy. Explain EVERYTHING.

Ev...everything?

Aren't you ashamed?

No, I'm not. APPLAUSE AND CHEERS

You know, Billy, what worries me...

is how your mother's going to take this.

Um...uh...well...y-y-y-you...

..y-y-you don't have to t-t-t-t-tell her, Miss Ratched.

I don't have to tell her?

But your mother and I are friends.

Um...please d-d-d-d-d-don't te-tell my mo-mother.

Don't you think you should've thought of that before you took that woman into that room?

N-no...

I...I...I di-di-di-di-didn't.

You mean, she dragged you in there by force?

Sh...she...sh-sh-she...

..she...she...she did.

-Ev...ev...everybody did.

-Everybody? Who did? You tell me who did!

M...M...M...

M...M...M...McMurphy.

-Miss Ratched...p-p-p-p-pl-please don't tell my mother.

-Mr Warren...

-Would you see that the men are washed?

-Pl-pl-please... >

-Please...please don't tell...

-Put Billy in Dr Spivey's office.

-No!

-N-n-n-no!

-Stay with him.

-N-n-n-no!

Move!

N-NO!

NO-O-O-O! NO!

NO-O-O-O-O!

No, no, no, no, NO! NO-O-O-O-O-O-O!

NO! NO...! DOOR CLOSES

That way, please, gentlemen. That way!

(Let's go.)

Hey! What the hell is that?!

McMurphy, what the hell are you doing?

'Washington, to the day room! Immediately!'

Drop the keys and nobody gets hurt.

< Move! And take the Chief with you.

< WOMAN SCREAMS

Miss Ratched...!

Mac! Come on, let's go!

Let me through!

-What happened?

-Let me through!

Out of the way, McMurphy!

Get these people out of here! Oh, Billy...

Everybody, out! Come on, out!

Now, calm down!

We'll just go on with our daily routine, OK?

Mac!

Don't, Mac!

Don't, Mac! No!

WALTZ MUSIC PLAYS

And the bets are placed.

One for Tabes and Chesy and Martini and the dealer. 4...6...9...and a 10 to the dealer.

-Nine?

-What do you say, Tabes?

A dime apiece... No?

-You stick.

-He sticks?

-He sticks with a four.

-Chesy's goin' for the ride.

-Eh?

-He wants a hit.

-A queen.

-I think you're busted.

-Buggered, not busted.

-Martini?

-Hit me.

I think you're over. I KNOW you're over.

'Mr Sefelt... did everything go well?

-'That's very nice. Feel better?'

-Yes, ma'am.

A deuce for the dealer. More cards...

McMurphy is out.

McMurphy has escaped.

He beat up two attendants and escaped.

-McMurphy's upstairs.

-No, no.

-Jim, McMurphy is upstairs and he's as meek as a lamb.

-How do you know?

-Jack Dunphy told me.

Jack Dunphy's full of shit!

Right!

DOOR OPENS

Mac...

They said you'd escaped.

I knew you wouldn't leave without me. Now we can make it, Mac.

I feel big as a damn mountain.

Oh, no...

I'm not goin' without you, Mac.

I wouldn't leave you here this way.

You're coming with me.

Let's go.

TABER: They made it! HEY, THEY MADE IT!

Subtitles by Ewan Angus BBC Scotland, 1988