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[Prologue:]

Legend has it, in the mystic land of Prydain. There was once a king so cruel, and so evil, that even the gods feared him. Since no prison could hold him, he was thrown alive into a crucible of molting iron. There his demonic spirit was captured, in the form of a great black cauldron. For uncounted centuries The Black Cauldron lay hidden, while evil men searched for it. Knowing whoever possessed it, would have the power to resurrect an army of deathless warriors. And with them, rule the world.

[At Caer Dallben.......]

Dallben: There's something wrong! I can feel it in my bones. Hmm, the Fair Folk know it too.
You don't see any of them around! The Horned King! That black hearted devil! What's he waiting for?
(the tomcat jumps in front of him and meows)
YES, yes, Cat, I KNOW you want your breakfast! But just now THINKING is more important! Oh,Taran! The pot is boiling over, Taran!
(he sees Taran staring out the window in a daydream.)

Taran: Oh, Dallben, I was just thinking. What if the war's over, and I never had a chance to fight!

Dallben: (who is now looking at old maps)
Hmm, and a good thing too. War isn't a game, people get hurt!

Taran: But I'm not afraid!....Ouch!
(Taran reached his hand out in protest, only to touch the boiling pot, burning his finger.)

Dallben: Ah, ha! There you are! If the Horned King ever returned you'll have a great deal more to worry about than a burned finger.
(Taran scooped out a spoonful of whatever Dallben was cooking, smelled it, and quickly turned his face away in disgust. He sets it in a small bowl. The cat, hoping it was for him, attempts to eat it and turns away in disgust, too.)
No, no, no, no. Cat that is not for you it's for Hen Wen.

Taran: Hen Wen, Hen Wen, it's ALWAYS Hen Wen!

Dallben: And one day, my boy, you may learn why. Now, no more dreaming, you have chores to do.

Taran: Yes, sir.
(and he sets off to feed Hen Wen.)

Dallben: He's so anxious, and so blind to the dangers ahead.
(he opens the pot)
Look, look Cat you're in luck! Just enough left for you!
( the cat backs away)
Hmmm?

[Outside.....]

Taran: Dallben wouldn't understand. I'm not a little boy anymore.
(he kicks a stick, and walks over to the flock of geese and tramples across the bridge. He kicks open the gate to Hen Wen's pen)
I should be doing heroic deeds for Prydain! Not waiting hand and foot on a spoiled....Hey!
(Taran had set down the bowl and shoved it in the barrel only for it to come back at him.)
(Taran laughing)
Oh, alright Hen, I didn't mean it.
(a small cute pig comes out of the barrel and looks at the food.)
You'd better eat it Dallben made it especially for you.
(Hen takes a bite, and swallows hard, and backs away from the food.)
Is this to be my life? Pampering a pig! I'm a warrior, not an Pig-Keeper. Dallben thinks I'd be afraid, but I wouldn't. All I need is, is, is a chance! And I could be a famous warrior!
(By now Taran has walked out of the pen, with Hen Wen following. Taran sees a stick and picks it up, pretending it's a sword.)
Look at me Hen! I can do it! Ha!
( Taran points the 'sword' at Hen and she squeals, runs and hides.)
Ha, ha, ha, ha. Even you're afraid!
( Taran turns to the geese.)
You challenge me? Run you cowards! See Hen?
( Dallben's goat comes out and looks at Taran.)
There you are! His majesty the Horned King! So, we meet at last! Ha!
( Taran takes the stick and rattles it between the goat's horns.)
Even the Horned King shakes with fear! See Hen? EVERYBODY runs from the famous Taran of Caer Dallben!
( Hen Wen squeals when she sees the goat ready to butt Taran. The goat succeeds in doing so and sends Taran and Hen Wen flying through the mud, while the geese 'laugh' at them. Taran begins to cough.)
Prydain's finest warrior, draws his last (gasp) breath!
( Taran collapses on the ground, Hen thinking he's not faking, scurries over to him and nudges his cheek, Taran looks at her and finally notices Dallben's shadow.)
Dallben!!!!!!!

Dallben: Hmmm. Not quite the blade for a hero!

Taran: (tossing the stick away.)
I was... It's just we were....uh, Hen Wen got dirty!
( He begins to brush the mud off Hen Wen.) So I see. Another dream, Taran?

Taran: (wiping the mud off his face.)
But, Dalben! Won't I ever be anything but an Assistant Pig-Keeper?

Dallben: ( rubbing Hen Wen's belly)
She's a SPECIAL pig, Taran! Now give her a nice bath!

Taran: (picking Hen up and carrying her to the basin where she has her bathes.)
Well Hen, it looks like I'll still be an Assistant Pig-Keeper, even when I'm as old as
Dallben.
(Taran sets her down, and pours a bucket of water on her)
You like that, don't you. Now for the part you like best.
(Taran begins to scrub Hen Wen's back. She settles herself down, but a concerned look soon
overcomes her face, then that face turns to terror. Hen jumps up, and squeals madly.

Taran: Hey, c'mon Hen, I haven't finished scrubbing your bac-.Hen what's the matter? Calm
down, Hen! Stop it! Please what's the matter?!?! Hen Wen!!

Dallben: (opens the shutters of the cottage because of the noise.)
Taran! What's going on?!

Taran: I-I don't know! There's something wrong with Hen Wen!

Dallben: (frightened)
WHAT?!?! Oh, quickly lad, bring her inside!

[You are now inside the cottage. We see Dallben lighting a candle and setting it next to a basin filled with water.]

Taran: What's that for?

Dallben: Put Hen Wen down. I never use her powers unless I have to. But now I must!

Taran: Powers?

Dallben: Taran, what you are about to see, you must never reveal to ANYONE!

(Dallben sticks his oak staff into the water and recites these magic words....)

Hen Wen, from you I do beseech......
Knowledge that lies beyond my reach......
Troubled thoughts weigh on your heart......
Pray you now those thoughts impart.....

(Hen Wen appears to be dizzy. She drops her snout into the water and images appear. Dallben reads the images.)

Dallben: The Horned King......
(Taran gasps and stifles a cry.)

Dallben: Sshh. Don't interfere!
( he turns back to the images.)
He's searching...... The Black Cauldron..! So that's it!

Taran: The Black Cauldron?

Dallben: An awesome weapon, Taran! It's been hidden for centuries, BUT if the Horned King
should find it, and unleash It's power. NOTHING could stand against him.
(Taran looks at the images and cries smile

Taran: It's Hen Wen!

Dallben: He knows....
(to Hen)
Stop! Enough!
(Hen quickly backs away from the water. Dallben is more frightened than ever.)
You must leave here at once! Take Hen Wen to the hidden cottage at the edge of the
Forbidden Forest. Hide there, never bring her out, until I come for you!

Taran: Hide? But why?

Dallben: Only I knew the secret of Hen Wen's power! But now the Horned King has
discovered it! You must make sure he never uses it to find the Black Cauldron!

Taran: Humph! I'm not afraid of the Horned King!

Dallben: Then you are a very foolish lad! Untried courage is no match for his evil. Just remember
that! Now, now off you go my boy and take care of yourself!

Taran: Goodbye Dallben! I won't fail you!
(Taran and Hen Wen walk out the door.)

Dallben: So much. So soon. To rest upon his young shoulders!

[Now we see a castle with gwythaints swooping around it, and we zero in on the courtroom filled with skeletons that are clothed, and armed with weapons. We see a robed figure at the top of the stairs. The robe is crimson, and a fur stole is wrapped around the neck, and held by a gold broach. The fur stole trails down the figure's back 'till it reaches the ground. Huge horns stick straight out of the figure's head, ripped through the hood of the robe. Now we realize that the figure is the Horned King, the exact one Dallben fears and spoke of. The Horned King quietly walks down the stairs and begins to talk to his lifeless skeleton warriors.]

Horned King: Oh, yes! Yes, my soldiers. Soon the Black Cauldron will be mine. It's evil power will cost through my viens, and I, shall make you. CAULDRON-BORN! Yes! YES! Oh,yes! Then you will worship ME! Me. Oh, my soldiers, how long I have thirsted to be the God, among mortal men!

[Now we see Taran and Hen Wen walking through the forest.]

Taran: Gosh Hen Wen! I never knew you could create visions and things like that! I thought you were just an ordinary pig. I had no idea you so.. SPECIAL. Dallben's going to be glad he put his trust in me! Just you wait and see!(to Hen Wen.) Now, don't go wandering about! And don't you worry! Keep close to me and no one will do you any harm. Not while I'm around.
(he stops at a stream and takes a quick drink.)
And I won't let the Horned King get close to you Hen. I'll protect you!
( Taran looks into the stream and sees himself dressed in a golden armor, bowing to a crowd, while a voice glorifies him.)

The Voice: Taran of Caer Dallben, the greatest warrior in all Prydain! A true hero!

Taran: Thank you, thank you, thank you all! But without the help of my pig, Hen Wen here I...
(Taran flashes out his dream, and sees that Hen is gone.)
Hen Wen? Where are you? Hen Wen? Oh no!
(Taran dashes into the forest.)
"Hen Wen, Hen Wen, it Hen? Hen Wen! (echo) Hen Wen.....
(Taran becomes a bit scared of the forest looming around him then hears a branch snap. Taran flattens himself against a tree.)
Is that you Hen?
(Taran walks forward and pulls out an apple.)
Look what I've got. C'mon out here's a lovely juicy...
(Taran is suddenly pushed to the ground, and something scrambles after the apple.)

Gurgi: Whaha!!!! Ooooooooo! Great Prince give poor starving Gurgi munchings and
crunchings! Nice apple! Good Prince, good apple! Oh boy! What a juicy apple!
(Gurgi begins to walk away, but Taran grabs him by the scruff of the neck.)

Taran: Hey! No you don't! I didn't give you that apple, you took it!
(Gurgi bites his hand.)
Ow!
(Gurgi runs and hides in a nearby bush.)
Hey! Hold on you hairy little thief! Come back with my apple!
(Taran picks up a stick.)
If you don't give it back you'll be sorry! I mean it! I 'm warning you!
(Gurgi comes out of hiding.)
Give it back!
(Gurgi looks like he is holding the apple, but when he opens his hands and/or paws. The apple isn't there)
C'mon the apple! Where is it?

Gurgi: Uh,ah! Gurgi has not seen the apple- uhoh!
(the apple has rolled out behind Gurgi's back, and he leaps on top of the apple to hide it.)

Taran: Give it back, I warn you! C'mon!
(Gurgi tosses the apple about in his hands, and looks at it like his heart is going to break.)
C'mon the apple, let's have it!
(Gurgi takes a huge bite out of the apple then hands it to Taran.)
You horrible greedy thing! You should be ashamed of yourself!

Gurgi: (Appears to cry)
Ooooohhh! Poor miserable Gurgi deserves fierce smackings and whackings on his poor tender head! (sniff) All is left with no munchings and crunchings! Forgive poor Gurgi!

Taran: Oh, stop that sniveling! I'm not going to hurt you. Now look here! Have you seen my
pig?

Gurgi: Piggy? Round, fat piggy? Big snout!

Taran: Yes,yes.

Gurgi: Curly tail!

Taran: That's her! That's Hen Wen!

Gurgi: Uhah, nope. Gurgi has not seen piggy! Nope!

Taran: Oh, never mind! No telling where Hen Wen is by now!
(Taran stuffs the apple into his vest. Gurgi follows him, hoping to get the apple.)

Gurgi: Oh, master, master! Now Gurgi remembers! Yes! Yes! Clever sharp-eyed Gurgi saw the
piggy run, right through the forest! Uhuh! Uhuh! I saw it! Uhuh! I saw it!
(Pulling Taran by the hand.)
Come! Gurgi will find the lost piggy! Then we'll be friends forever!
(He jumps on Taran and begins to search his vest for the apple.)
Munchings and crunchings in here somewhere!
(Taran and Gurgi freeze when they hear a high pitched squeal from Hen Wen.)

Taran: It's Hen Wen! She's in trouble!

Gurgi: Goodbye!
(Gurgi runs and hides because trouble is nearby.)

Taran: Hen Wen! Hen!
(Taran comes to clearing and sees Hen running from a gwythaint- a type of winged dragon. The gwythaints swoop over Hen trying to grap her.)
Hen Wen! Hen Wen look out!
(Hen runs madly across the field, they still are after her.)
Look out! C'mon hurry Hen! No! Don't! Hen hurry!
(The gwythaint grabs Hen Wen and begins to carry her off, Taran pulls on the Gwythaints tail.)
No! Don't! Stop! No!
(The other gwythaint seizes Taran and drops him to the ground as they fly away.)
No! Come back! Please! No! No! Come back!
(Taran runs through some thorn bushes, and climbs up a rocky hill, only to see, at the top, the gwythaints flying away to th Horned King's castle.)
Hen Wen, I must get her out of there!

Gurgi: Oh, no! Great Lord! Not go in there! Forget the piggy!

Taran: What are you doing here?

Gurgi: Gurgi come back to be your friend!

Taran: Friend? Humph! You're no friend! Why you run away when I.. Oh! never mind! I
promised Dallben I'd keep Hen safe! I have to go!
(Taran begins to walk toward the castle, and a lighting bolt flashes. Taran backs away in fear.)
Are you coming?

Gurgi: Me? Go in there? Oh! No, no! It's a terrible place!

Taran: Just as I thought! You're no friend! You're just a...a.. a miserable coward!
(Taran takes the apple out of his vest and looks at it.)
Here this is all you wanted!
(Taran throws the apple at Gurgi and it hits the ground.)

Gurgi: If Great Lord go into evil castle, poor Gurgi will never see his friend again! Nope!
Never!

[Now we see Taran trying to get inside the castle and he is climbing a wall, he sees a beam of light and sees he has found a window. Taran tears away the branch that blocked the window, and he climbs inside. Taran looks around the strange hallway. Quietly he gets up, and begins to search for Hen Wen. As he rounds a corner, Taran hears a snort. Carefully Taran looks around to see a guard sleeping, his head resting on a table. Taran quickly slips past the guard, but looks back to make sure he wasn't seen. Then the guard dog sees Taran and barks viciously at him. The guard wakes up, but instead of looking to see what the dog was barking at, the guard yanks the dog's leash.]

Guard: Shutup ya thick-skulled dolt! Always barking at nothing ! Alright, might as well make our rounds!

[Taran begins to get out of the corner he was hiding in, but he accidentally pushes open a hidden door. Taran looks into a large dining hall, with a throne at one end. The Henchman celebrate the capture of Hen Wen. The Henchmen cry out bloodcurdling threats at each other, at Prydain, and at a dwarf called Creeper. Creeper had just been trying to snatch a little supper for himself. But the Henchman won't allow it. They trip Creeper, who lands hard on the ground. Just then a chilly wind blows through the dining hall that stirs the wall hangings. Everyone becomes deadly silent, and all the candles and torches blow out. A small explosion occurs at one end of the hall. And there stands the Horned King himself. Creeper hurries over to the throne and begins to dust it.]

Creeper: Welcome Your majesty! We're celebrating our success! I-I-I mean YOUR success!
We have made no mistakes this time !
(The Horned King seats himself,and begins to drink the wine Creeper poured for him.)
Bring in the prisoner!
(One of the Henchmen brings out Hen Wen all chained up.)
There sire! This is the pig that creates visions!
( to Hen Wen)
Alright pig! Show his majesty where the Black Cauldron can be found! Go on, show it!
( Hen refuses.)
Heh, heh! Stubborn little thing, isn't she? Heh, heh.
(the Horned King grabs Creeper and throws him to the ground.)
Why yes, sire. You're quite right! I'll take take care of it at once!
( to Hen)
The Black Cauldron! Where is it? Show us, swine!
(Creeper shoves Hen's face into the bowl of water they want the visions to be seen. Hen still refuses, then Creeper grabs a hot coal.)
I warn you! The King's patience is short!

Taran: No! Don't! Nooooo!
(Taran falls from his perch and lands on the floor, the Henchmen, run over to capture him. Taran picks up a broom and points it at them.)
Get back! Or I'll, I'll...
(One of the Henchmen look at Taran and laughs, he takes his sword, and with one swing cuts the broom into a million pieces. Taran looks at what's left of the broom in disbelief.)
Oh!
(the Henchmen picks Taran up and points his sword at Taran's stomach.)

Creeper: Release him!
(the Henchmen looks at Taran, then throws him over by Hen Wen. Taran tries to calm her.)

Taran: Hen Wen! Oh, Hen Wen! There, there.

Horned King: I presume, my boy. You are the keeper of this oracular pig.

Taran: (Who is scared out of his wits.)
Y-y-y-y- yes, sir.

Horned King: Then instruct her to show me the whereabouts of the Black Cauldron!

Taran: Oh, sir! I-I can't, I promised!

Horned King: Very well, in that case the pig is no use to me!
(Creeper begins to laugh madly and grabs Hen Wen. Taran tries to stop him, but he is seized by one of the Henchmen.)

Taran: What are you going to do?!?!
(He sees Creeper place Hen on a chopping-block.)
No! You can't! Don't!
(the axe is raised...)
No! Stop! I'll make her tell you!

Horned King: That's better.

Creeper: Now, get on with the visions, pig!

Taran: ( sadly ) Hen Wen from you I do beseech.....
Knowledge that lies beyond my reach......

Creeper: Look! Look sire! It's working!

Horned King: The Black Cauldron! So it does exist for sure!
( The Horned King gets up from his throne and walks toward Taran.)
Yes. Where is it? Show me. Show me!

[The Horned King lunges at Taran. Taran cries out in terror, and backs away spilling the water where visions are taking place. The water hits the Horned King's 'eyes' and he screams in fury and in pain. Taran scrambles to his feet and picks up Hen Wen.]

Taran: C-c'mon Hen!

Creeper: After them! Get them! After them!

[The Henchmen chase Taran. The gwythaints, who have been chained to one of the beams, fly after Taran. Because they are so strong, the gwythaints ripped the beam right off the wall, forcing the Henchmen to give up the chase for the few seconds that the beam takes to get ahead of them. Taran, who, is running for dear life, is almost caught by the gwythaints. If it wasn't for the beam catching in a doorway. The Henchmen are on the chase again. Taran runs into the kitchen, where a cook is cutting meat with a rather large knife. Taran tries to get out but Creeper blocks his way. Creeper lunges at Taran. Hen squeals making Taran turn his head seeing that rather large knife coming at him. Taran ducks missing the knife and Creeper.]

Creeper: Gotcha! Pig boy!
(Creeper flies over Taran and hits the cook. Taran runs into the next hallway, seeing that the
Henchmen are closing in. Taran goes through a door and locks it behind him. As Taran turns around he sees he's at a balcony, and dead end. Taran looks over the battlements and notices it is a easy jump to the moat.)

Taran: The moat! It's our only chance! C'mon Hen!
(Taran tries pushing Hen Wen over. Taran sees the swords and axes of the Henchmen hacking away the door. Taran with one final push sends Hen Wen into the moat.)

Taran: Swim, Hen! Swim!
( Taran readies himself to jump.)
I'm coming!
( Taran is dragged backwards. Creeper has grabbed his legs.)

Creeper: Gotcha! Pig boy!
( Creeper drags Taran over to the Horned King.)
I caught him, Your Majesty! I caught the boy!
( The Horned king picks Creeper up by the throat.)

Horned King: But you let the pig go, didn't you?

Creeper: I wasn't my fault!
( The Horned King chokes Creeper, then throws him to the ground.)

Horned King: Throw the boy into the dungeon!

* * * * * * * * * *

[Taran is brought to a dungeon, only a small grating gives him light. Taran is feeling that he has failed his quest, and broke his promise to Dallben. As Taran sits, the words that he once said and heard haunt him.]

Voice of Dallben: You must make sure he never uses Hen Wen to find the Black Cauldron!

Voice of Taran: I won't fail you, Dallben. Look at me Hen, I can do it!

(Taran shakes these words out of his mind, looks around him and picks up a rock about the size of his hand and slams it against the dungeon wall, and begins to cry. The voices no longer bother him.

Taran: ( sobbing ) I can do it! I can do it.

(To Taran it looks like all hope is lost. He crouches on the floor and cries out his failure. Then when it seems to us all hope is lost, one of the flagstones gets pushed up and moved to the side. A bright ball of light comes up from the hole the flagstone was covering. The ball of light (bauble) flirts around in mid-air providing light for the beautiful young girl that climbs out of the hole. The girl has long red-gold hair that reaches down to her waist, and blue eyes.)

"Oh, such a dreary place!"
Taran: ( who watches the bauble with distrust and curiosity.)
Yes, yes! I...

Eilonwy: ( who cuts Taran off )
You're being held a prisoner, aren't you?

Taran: ( still watching the bauble.)
Yes!

Eilonwy: I've been held against my will, too.

Taran: ( The bauble floats in front of him. Taran touches the bauble with his hand. The bauble flickers, then the light comes back and madly circles around Taran, who, has jumped back in fear.)
It lights up!

Eilonwy: ( laughing ) Why of course, it's magic! Oh, I hate this place! I do hope there aren't any
rats in here. Oh, not that I really mind them you know, but they do jump out at one so! I'm
Princess Eilonwy. Are you a lord.....or a warrior?

Taran: Er, no, I'm, uh, an assistant pig-keeper.

Eilonwy: Oh, what a PITY. I was so hoping for someone who could help me escape! Oh well, if
you want to come with me you may.

Taran: Can I?

Eilonwy: Why yes! I just said you could.
( Eilonwy disappears into the hole with Taran following her.)
Oh, that wicked, wicked king! You know, he stole me. He thought my bauble could tell
him where some old cauldron was.

Taran: That's what he wanted my pig for.

Eilonwy: ( giggling )
Oh, yes! Your PIG!

Taran: But my pig can tell the future!

Eilonwy: Oooooo! How interesting! Well, you better stay close to me or you'll get lost.

(The bauble flies around the dark passages that no one but Eilonwy has been in for years. The bauble chases the rats that live in the passages, for Eilonwy doesn't like them.)

Taran: Your bauble!

Eilonwy: Oh, it's always chasing those rats!
( Taran finds a hole in the wall and looks in. Eilonwy looks too.)
A burial chamber! This could be the tomb of the great king who built this castle! Before the
Horned King took it over ..Ahh!
( The wall begins to fall apart. Taran falls forward and Eilonwy backs
away. The dust settles leaving a hole big enough to walk through.)
Are you all right?
( Taran looks at her like he wants to say 'oh, you little..'. Eilonwy sees he is allright.)
Well, c'mon then! Help me have a look around.
(Taran gets up and walks over to the body of the fallen king.)

Taran: He must have been a great warrior!
( Taran looks more closely at the body and sees a faint outline of a sword.)
A sword!
( Taran dusts the sword and the its golden hilt shows through. Taran gasps at his discovery. Then Taran's attention is drawn to Eilonwy who is watching Creeper and one of the Henchmen.)

Creeper: This will please him! Piece of good luck this time! Hurry! In with it! Hurry! He'll
reward me for this! Don't stop you weakling! Put your back into it!
(Creeper is leading the Henchmen, who is pulling a cart but you can't see who or what is on it because it is covered by a sheet, into one of the Horned King's rooms. Before Creeper closes the doors behind him an arm belonging to a skeleton warrior drags behind the cart. The doors close, the coast is clear.)

Eilonwy: Let's get out of here before they come back!
( Taran and Eilonwy sneak by the doors and stop around the next corner. Now Eilonwy notices that Taran has a sword.)
Where did you get that sword?

Taran: Uh, back there.

Eilonwy: You mean...

Taran: Well, he's not going to use it!
(Suddenly they hear a dog barking and a voice pleading. They go to see who it is.)

Fflewddur: You're making a horrendous mistake! I'm not a spy! I'm a bard! I sing! Uh, I
entertain! Oh, careful sir, these are the hands of an artist!

Guard: This'll hold you!

Fflewddur: Now, look, you seem an intelligent sort of chap to me!
(The guard looks at him with an expression that says 'duh')
I assure you I had no idea who owned this castle! I just happened to be passing!
( Fflewddur looks at the guard )
Oh, he's nice! What's his name?
( The dog tries to bite Fflewddur, but the guard leads the dog away.)
Down! You don't realize who I am! I shall sing of your dastardly deed! I'm Fflewddur
Fflam! Minstrel of minstrels! Balladeer to the grandest courts in all the land!
( The harp, that hangs from a string around Fflewddur's neck, shakes violently and one of the
strings snap. Fflewddur looks at the harp and simply replies.)
Well, so you've forgotten! I've sung in some of the finest courts!
(Another string breaks, it seems it does so when Fflewddur lies or exaggerates.)
Well I'm only waiting for an invitation!
( a fat string breaks.)
Oh, shush! Why do you judge every word I say? Oh! What's that?
( He sees a skeleton of a former minstrel chained to the wall.)
Hhheeeeellllllppppppp!!!!!!!

Eilonwy: Oh, hello! We'll have you untied in a moment. I'm Princess Eilonwy. And you are in bad
trouble aren't you?

Fflewddur: Trouble? Don't you know where you are? Haven't you seen him?

(A noise stops their conservation. Fflewddur, who, is half free with one hand still tied up. They are
suddenly alerted that the Henchmen know Taran is missing.)

Henchmen: ( from behind a door.)
Pig- boy's escaped! Look in there!

Taran: We've been discovered!

Fflewddur: You? Oh! Great Berlin! Run! Run! Make haste! ( to himself ) Make haste? I've must
save myself!

[Taran and Eilonwy run for dear life. Taran would've have made it across the parapet if he hadn't
tripped on a flagstone. Eilonwy, not seeing Taran's fault, keeps on going. As Taran gets up he realizes the sword is gone. Taran looks around him and sees that the sword has fallen in the ditch that is aside the parapet. Hearing the Henchmen, Taran jumps into the ditch and, grabbing the sword, crawls underneath one of the arches of the parapet. The Henchmen pass over him, without being seen. When they're gone, Taran climbs on the parapet and searches for Eilonwy.]

Taran: Princess! Princess Eilonwy!
(Clutching the sword, Taran rounds a corner and runs into one of the Henchmen.)

Henchmen: Pig-boy! You little scut!

[With a single blow with his hand, the Henchmen sends Taran sprawling. The Henchmen takes out his axe and swings at Taran, missing him only by a hair! Taran grabs onto a beam to help him get on his feet. The Henchmen swings again, missing Taran but his axe is caught in the beam. Taran sees that his only hope is the sword. Taran grabs the sword and holds it to fend off any blows the Henchmen may bring upon him. The Henchmen has pulled his axe free of the beam and is going to chop Taran in half. The Henchmen brings his axe down on Taran's sword. There is a bright light as the two weapons clash. The Henchmen's axe shudders and breaks into a million pieces. Frightened, the Henchmen backs away. Taran now realizes that the sword he holds is magic. Taran also realizes that he is invincible with the sword. Taran laughs madly as he get up and swings the sword around. Eilonwy walks in on the scene and looks at Taran like he's gone crazy.]

Eilonwy: Are you all right?
(Taran turns around and looks at Eilonwy. Taran seems different now, like he has some bravery that was unleashed by the Magic Sword.)

Taran: Oh, good! You're safe!

Eilonwy: Why of course! I-

Taran: C'mon! I'm going to get you out of here!

Eilonwy: Ahhhhhhhhh!!!
(Taran pulls on Eilonwy's hand and drags her behind him as he runs through the castle with the Magic Sword in hand, trying to find a way out of the castle.)

Henchmen: There they are!

Taran: (He pulls Eilonwy up a flight of stairs with the Henchmen close behind them.)
Quick! Up here!
(Eilonwy screams as she sees one of the Henchmen coming at them with a sword ready to strike.
Taran holds up the Magic Sword and swings at the Henchmen. With a burst of light the Magic
Sword shatters the other sword, and throws the Henchmen over their heads and crashing into the other Henchmen behind them. Eilonwy looks at the sword in awe.)

Eilonwy: Taran, the sword!

Fflewddur: Great Belin!
( They look up to see Fflewddur Fflam running for dear life with a savage Guard Dog right behind him.)
Help! Murder! Get DOWN!!!!!!!
(Taran and Eilonwy come to a store room filled with wine barrels.)

Taran: Keep going, Princess!

(Taran takes the magic sword and splits open the wine barrels. He follows Eilonwy and again grabs her hand and drags her through the courtyard. Everyone has seen them by now and they all are on the chase.)

Eilonwy: Taran!!

Creeper: There they are!
(Taran and Eilonwy find the drawbridge. But they are trapped.)

Creeper: C'mon! Get them!

Eilonwy: Oh no! Taran!

Creeper: Ha, ha,ha! We've got you now, pig boy!
(One of the Henchmen throws an axe and it almost hits Eilonwy.)

Eilonwy: Ah! Taran! DO something! Use the sword!

(Taran, who is trying not to get hit with the spears that are being thrown at him, swings at the chain holding up the drawbridge. The chain breaks from the touch of the Magic Sword. Creeper and the Henchmen back away in fear. Suddenly, Fflewddur appears with the Guard Dog still behind him.)

Fflewddur: Make way! Make way! Step aside! I've never hurt you! Get, get out of my way!
(The drawbridge is lowered and Fflewddur tries to cross it but the Guard Dog has grabbed hold of the seat of Fflewddur's pants.)
Let me down you brute!

Taran: Run, Princess! Run!
(The gate comes down, tearing Fflewddur's pants, he runs off holding up what's left of them.)

Fflewddur: ( to Taran.)
Why didn't you tell me you had a magic sword?!?!?
(We return just in time to see Creeper report the escape of the 'pig boy', the princess, and the bard. Creeper is climbing the staircase to the Horned King's room, nervous about what the King might do to him.)

Creeper: It wasn't my fault! That's it! That's it! I always get blamed for these things! I'll just tell
him. . . and if he gets mad. . .oh, OH!! I'll just straighten him out! That's it! I'm not going to
get kicked around for this!!
( He quietly knocks on the Horned King's door.)
Sire?

Horned King: You bring news of the pig?

Creeper: Not exactly, sire. It's the pig-keeper, sir. He's..Oh!..he's
( whispering )
he's escaped.. ( louder)
escaped!
( The Horned King signals Creeper to come to him.)
Oh, sire! Allow me!!
(Creeper starts to choke himself.)
Is, is that enough?

Horned King: Good. He'll find his pig! Send the gwythaints to follow that boy!

Creeper: Oh, yes, sire! Oh, yes! By all means, sire!
(Creeper leaves the room, laughing madly. Now we see gwythaints searching for the trio. Though Taran, Fflewddur, and Eilonwy are out of sight of the gwythaints. They rest in a glade. Taran is polishing the Magic Sword. Eilonwy is sewing the rip in Fflewddur's pants made by the Guard Dog. Fflewddur stands behind a bush with his boxers on, making up a song about himself.)

Fflewddur: ( in song )
The world will applaud me.
Its praise will reward me.
And I, Fflewddur Fflam
Will find fame!

Eilonwy: There almost finished Fflewddur. Hmm, its not too good, but it'll hold for a while.

Fflewddur: Yes, I shall sing of your deed!

Eilonwy: It would be better to sing of our heroic escape! Weren't you a bit frightened Fflewddur?

Fflewddur: A Fflam frightened? Ho, ho! The word is not in my vocabulary!
( he looks at his harp strings that are about to break and quickly adds.)
In this case well chosen, my dear.

Taran: I wasn't afraid!

Eilonwy: Not afraid?! Why, we were running for our lives!

Taran: Well, I got us out of the castle, didn't I?

Eilonwy: You?! I'd say it was the sword's magic.

Taran: But it takes a great warrior to handle a sword like this!

Eilonwy: But, still, it is a magic sword!

Taran: Humph! What does a GIRL know about swords anyway?!

Eilonwy: Girl? GIRL?!?! If it weren't for this, GIRL, you would still be in the Horned King's
dungeon!

Fflewddur: Here now, now. Princess Eilonwy, Taran....

Eilonwy: Well at least I don't keep talking about it FOREVER! Oh, you're so, so BORED!

Fflewddur: Princess Eilonwy!!

Eilonwy: How dare you take his side!!!
(Eilonwy throws Fflewddur's pants in his face.)

Fflewddur: Well I really didn't mean to-to-to...interfere, heh, heh!

Taran: Silly girl! Even if she is a princess!
(Eilonwy is obviously very hurt by Taran's last remark. Now we get a hint that Eilonwy likes Taran. Eilonwy and Taran walk off in different directions, leaving Fflewddur all by himself.)

Fflewddur: We are going to have to- to to.... Oh, dear.
(Taran walks around slowly and thinks about what he said to Eilonwy. He decides to apologize. He finds Eilonwy leaning on a willow tree, crying.)

Taran: (sheepishly) Hello.

Eilonwy: (sees Taran and brushes away her tears.)
Hello. Fflewddur is right, you know. We are going to have to work together. And we'll find
your pig. I'm sure it's important.

Taran: Thank you for getting me out of the dungeon.

Eilonwy: Oh, we couldn't have done it without you.

Taran: But a least we're all safe.

Fflewddur: Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!! Great Belin!!

Taran: Fflewddur!!
(Fflewddur is sprawled on the ground. Gurgi, is sitting on him, robbing Fflewddur of all his belongings.)

Fflewddur: Help! Murder! Hurry!

Gurgi: Ha, ha! Gurgi's lucky day!
( picks up Fflewddur's hat.)
Wow!

Fflewddur: Yes! Keep it! It's a gift!

Gurgi:
( picks up Fflewddur's harp.)
Oh, this! Gurgi want this!

Fflewddur: Take it! I'm sure you've murdered for less! Ugh!
(Gurgi tries to pull the harp away, but the string is around Fflewddur's neck. Practically chocking
Fflewddur, Gurgi gives one last pull when Taran shows up at the scene with the Magic Sword
drawn.)

Taran: Gurgi!
(Gurgi quickly lets the harp go, sending it smashing into Fflewddur's head. Gurgi stutters trying to think of an excuse.)

Gurgi: Master! Uh, uh, old man...FALL DOWN!
( to Fflewddur.)
Get up. Get up!

Fflewddur:
( Brushing off the harp)
Well! Really! Who is your pungent little friend?

Taran: He's no friend of mine. He's just a coward, and a thief.
(Gurgi takes of Fflewddur's hat and gives it back.)

Gurgi: Humph! Too big anyway!
(Eilonwy joins her friends to see Gurgi. Gurgi fixes his hair for Eilonwy.)

Eilonwy: ( to Gurgi )
You're charming!

Gurgi: And pungent too!

Taran: ( to Gurgi.)
Well, what are you waiting for?

Fflewddur: Yes. Yes exactly! Toddle off! Toddle off!

Gurgi: Humph! Gurgi go!
(Gurgi starts to walk away, than sees Eilonwy's footprints.)
Tracks? TRACKS! Gurgi remembers! Saw piggy's tracks!

Taran: You did?

Gurgi: Today!

Taran: Today? Wait a minute!

Fflewddur: You'll try anything!

Eilonwy: Oh, you're both horrid! He just might know.

Gurgi: Pretty lady come too?
(He pulls on her dress.)

Eilonwy: Well, I . . . .

Gurgi: Yes! Yes! Yes! Follow Gurgi! Follow Gurgi!

Taran: You'd better be telling the truth!

Gurgi: Gurgi not lie. Not this time.
(The companions follow Gurgi. Soon they come to a small pond. Where Gurgi proudly shows Taran Hen Wen's tracks.)

Gurgi: See master? Piggy's footsteps! No lie.

Taran: Oh, good. They look fresh.
(Gurgi sets out crossing the small stepping stones on the pond. As soon as he is in the middle of the pond, all the stepping stones disappear except for the stone Gurgi is standing on. That stone begins to spin and sink into the water. The pond turns into a whirlpool sucking Gurgi in.)

Gurgi: Oh, master! Master!!!

Taran: Gurgi!
(Taran is not strong enough. He is pulled in with Gurgi. Eilonwy grabs on to Fflewddur trying to pull out Gurgi and Taran.)

Eilonwy: Oh, Taran! Give me your hand!

Fflewddur: We're doomed!
(Eilonwy and Fflewddur fall into the whirlpool. Taran, Gurgi, Eilonwy and Fflewddur and sucked into the depths below. The whirlpool settles leaving Taran, Gurgi, Princess Eilonwy, and Fflewddur Fflam on a floor of an underground realm. Exhausted from the whirlpool, they sleep, as some young "locals" observe them.)

Little Boy 1: How did they get in here?

Little Boy 2: Ha! Old Doli's whirlpool broke again!
( begins to giggle )

Little Girl: I think they wake up soon. We'd better tell King Eidilleg.

Little Boy 2: No, silly! You know we're not supposed to be up here!

Little Girl: Uh oh, we are going to be in trouble!

Little Boy 2: Not me!
(and turns invisible)

Little Girl: Me either!
(she starts to fly away then sees the king coming toward her, she turns invisible.)
Uh oh!
(King Eidilleg has come to inspect how the fixing of the whirlpool is coming. Doli, Eidilleg's
grumpy, hot-tempered, sharp-witted servant, is trying to fix the whirlpool.)

Eidilleg: Oh , yes, I see you fixed that.

Doli: Yuuuuuup! When I get...... this pole.... up here.. I'll be finished!

Eidilleg: Good! Yes, it SHOULD work.

Doli: It's PERFECT!!!
(the structure suddenly breaks)
Grab that pole!

Eidilleg: Ugh! I've got it!
(the whole thing falls apart )

Eilonwy: Aren't you all darling!

Eidilleg: Oh, uh, hello. I'm King Eidilleg of the Fair Folk and this...

Doli: How in the blazes did they get in here?!?!
(the whole structure collapses on them )

Eidilleg sad to Doli )
I thought I told you to fix the whirlpool!

Doli: I fixed it! I did fix it! It was perfect!

Eidilleg: Evidently not completely perfect! Its supposed to keep them OUT!
(turns back to our heros )
Uh, can I be of any service?

Doli: Is everything that happens around here MY fault?!

Eidilleg: Are you here on a friendly visit?

Doli: And I suppose it's my fault that the pig's here, too!

Taran: Hen Wen ?

Eidilleg: Oh, she's your pig!

Doli: Oh, GOOD! One less thing for old Doli to worry about!

Eidilleg: Oh, Doli !!!
(calling to him )

Doli: What now?!?!

Eidilleg: Would you hurry up and fetch the pig?

Doli: PIG?!?!
(he flies off and takes off his hat and kicks it, then sees some young fair folk giggling at him)
HEY, YOU KIDS! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!

Little Girl: Oh, oh, Mr. Doli. I just want to see the pretty lady.

Doli: Allright, but you watch yourself, ya' hear?
(all the Fair Folk go to see the visitors)

Eilonwy: I cannot believe my eyes your Majesty!
(she laughs as the Fair Folk swarm around her.)

Doli: Watch it! Watch it!
(Hen Wen comes running through, tramping Doli, eager to see Taran.)

Taran: Oh, Hen ! Thank goodness you're safe!
(Hen Wen lands on Taran's lap, and he he pets her. )

Eidilleg: ( to Fflewddur )
Tell me, is the burning and killing, STILL going on up there?

Fflewddur: You're refering to, tha, that, that joke on humanity, the Horned King!

Eidillig: Well no one ever stands UP to him!

Taran: We've seen him. And if he finds the cauldron
( pause, and looks at Hen Wen )
He'll kill us all!

Eidilleg: Oh, no, no! He'll never find it! No, no! It's safely hidden, in Morva.

Taran: Morva?

Eidilleg: Well, at least I think it is.
(then calls )
Oh, Doli ! Is it?!

Doli: Yuuuuuup! Is that my new job?! Remembering where the cauldron was last seen!

Eidilleg: Oh, he'll know right where it is! You'll see!

Taran: If we could get to the cauldron first... and destroy it!

Eilonwy: Oh, it isn't right Taran.

Taran: Don't you see? If we destroy the cauldron, it would stop the Horned King!
(then looks at Eilonwy, and holds her hand )
Please, come with me?

Eidilleg: Well, I never thought of Morva! That's a hard place to get to!

Doli: Yuuuuup!

Eidilleg: Why, you can take them!

Doli: What?!?!

Fflewddur: You mean we're trusting our lives to, to, to him?
(Doli flies crossley to him. And Fflewddur hides his face behind his harp. )

Doli: And what, is wrong, with ME!?!?

Fflewddur: Oh! Ah, nothing! Splendid choice in fact! Heh, heh.
(a string on his harp breaks )

Eidilleg: (to the Fair Folk)
Shall we then ?
(The Fair Folk turn invisible and lift our heros to the exit of the realm.)

Gurgi: Oooooooohhhhhh!!

Taran: Oh, wait!!! Hen Wen.

Eidilleg: Don't worry! We'll get her home safely!

Taran: Thank you, sir! Be good Hen!
(The companions float up, and on their way to The Marshes of Morva. We now view an area that resembles a swamp. A eerie mist covers the ground. We see Taran, Princess Eilonwy, Gurgi, Fflewddur Fflam, and Doli, who is sitting atop Fflewddur's hat. Eilonwy is stepping carefully, so she won't dirty herself. Fflewddur who is looking worse for wear, seems to be exhausted.)

Doli: Well, if it's the Marshes of Morva you wanted, here ya' are!

Eilonwy: Oh, such a dreary place!

Taran: Let's see what it looks like from up here.
(Taran walks to a small ledge overlooking the marshes.)

Eilonwy: ( to Taran )
I think we're lost.

Fflewddur: ( To Doli )
Are you sure this is the right place, Doli?

Doli: Yes, I'm sure!

Fflewddur: Well, if you ask me.....Aaahhhhh!
( Fflewddur walks over a small ledge.)

Eilonwy: Fflewddur! Doli!

Taran: Are you all right?

Doli: Hey! Look out you big clumsy oaf! Look wher--.Uh oh!
(Doli sees a cottage, where the Black Cauldron is hidden.)
Welcome to Morva.

Taran: ( Who has walked up to the cottage.)
Well, someone must live here.

Gurgi: Gurgi not like this place! Uh-uh! Nooooooo!

Eilonwy: ( looking in a window.)
It seems empty. Maybe we should have a look.

Taran: ( now trying to push the door open.)
If I could just....get this... door open!
(The door opens, and they look around.)

Eilonwy: How will we ever find the Black Cauldron in a place like this?

Taran: It must be here somewhere!
(They begin to look for the Cauldron. Eilonwy looks in the drawer, Taran looks in a cabinet. Gurgi looks behind a door. Taran opens a chest and myriad of frogs jump out heading for the door. Eilonwy screams.)

Taran: They're only frogs Eilonwy.

Doli: Those were people!!

Taran: You mean they were turned into frogs!
(Gurgi suddenly jumps on Taran and shakes him madly.)
Oof!!

Gurgi: Oh, master! Come quickly! Gurgi finds the wicked Cauldron! Quick! Quick! Follow
Gurgi!
(Gurgi leads the group into the next room.)
Behold master!

Taran: The whole room is full of cauldrons!

Eilonwy: I don't understand! Why would, why would anyone want so many....

Orgoch: Ah! Thieves! Thieves!
(The group returns to the main room, a small explosion lights it and three women appear.)

Orddu: Someone stole all our frogs! You evil, nasty people! You shall all be turned into frogs and
eaten!

Orgoch: ( feeling Taran's arm.)
Nice and tender!

Taran: Stop that! You. ... ..

Fflewddur: So nice to meet you ladies. Uh, goodbye!
(a hand reaches out and pulls Fflewddur. )

Orwen: Wait! My, aren't you the handsome one!
(she hugs Fflewddur who is quite shocked.)

Fflewddur: Who? Who? M-m-m-m-m, ME?!?!

Orwen: Oh, honestly now! Don't you find me irresistible?

Fflewddur: Yes. Quite so!
( A string in his harp breaks.)
Shush! Stop that!

Orwen: I hope you don't mind if I move your heart. You handsome.......

Orgoch: Humph! Enough of this lovesick nonsense!
(She turns Fflewddur into a frog.)

Fflewddur: Great Belin!
(Orgoch tries to catch him, but Fflewddur is too fast.)

Orgoch: We're going to have toad stew !
(Suddenly a pot filled with boiling water appears under

Fflewddur:
(He falls in and Orgoch scoops him up with a spoon and is about to eat him when Orwen pushes her away, causing Orgoch to drop Fflewddur.)

Orwen: You're not going to eat this one!
(Orwen changes him back and hugs him once more.)
Come here love! Can anyone here perform marriages?

Fflewddur: ( frightened )
Marriages?!?!

Orgoch: You love struck witch!
(She changes Fflewddur back into a frog, but since Orwen was
hugging him, Fflewddur is caught between Orwen's breasts.)

Orwen: Where is he? Where'd he go? Yoo-hoo! Where are you? Don't go! Now look what
you've done! He's gone! I'll never forgive you for this, Orgoch! Never!
(Fflewddur manages to free himself, and he hops away.)
Oh, there you are!
(she changes Fflewddur back, and all three witches laugh.)

Taran: Enough! We've come for the Black Cauldron!

Orddu: Did you hear that sisters?

Orwen: Why, no one has asked for the Black Cauldron in over two thousand years!

Orgoch: It's a trick! We not going to let them have it are we?

Orddu: Don't worry. Leave it to me. Perhaps I might interest you in something else; a kettle, a
crockpot, a skillet, a teapot, a bucket, a jar, a platter!
(The pots, skillets, and pans float around Taran.)
See anything you like?
(The Magic Sword glows and suddenly seems to take on its own life. It shatters the pots and pans, and gets Orddu's attention.)
I don't believe it! I've never seen a sword like that! I've got to have that sword! Listen carefully, we'll trade the Cauldron for the sword!

Orwen: But what can they DO with the Cauldron, Orddu?

Orddu: Nothing! That's the point. Don't you see? We'll end up with both! The sword and the
Cauldron!
(To our heros.)
It's decided then, you shall have the Black Cauldron.

Eilonwy: You mean, you'll give it to us?

Orddu: Ha, ha! That's not what I said. You weren't listening. We never give anything away! What we do is bargain, trade!

Taran: Well you'll not have my sword!

Fflewddur: May I ask you ladies to perhaps consider this magnificent harp.

Orddu: A harp?!? When we want music we send for the birds. What would we do with a simple
harp?

Gurgi: Wait! Gurgi will trade his munchings and crunchings.
(he holds out an apple core.)

Orddu: Who would want....?!

Orgoch: Hold it sister! Not so fast!
(She grabs the apple core and eats it.)

Taran: Allright! I know what you want!

Orddu: Yesssss?

Eilonwy: No, Taran! No!

Taran: ( to Eilonwy.)
It's our only chance!
( to Orddu, sadly.)
Here is my sword. Take it!

Orddu: This is your own choice, duckling. Remember, with this sword you could be the greatest
of warriors!

Taran: ( nearly crying.)
Yes. I offer you my dearest possession, in exchange for the Black Cauldron.

Orddu: Agreed! We have made a bargain.
(The three witches disappear with the sword. The cottage begins to fall apart as the wind blows it
away. Stools, chairs, pots and pans fly by. Then the cauldrons take off.)

Taran: Look out!

Doli: Help!!

Eilonwy: Taran! Watch out!

Fflewddur: Ah! Great Belin!!

Taran: Duck!
(Our heros lay on the ground to keep out of the way of the cauldrons. Just when they think it's over, a small earthquake takes place. The Black Cauldron is pushed up from under the ground where the cottage had been.)

Eilonwy: Look!

Taran: The Black Cauldron! It's ours!
(Taran walks toward it and he hears the laughs of the witches. He looks up to see them watching him from the clouds.)

Orddu: I say, what funny little ducklings! Don't they know the Black Cauldron is indestructible!
Now listen carefully, the Black Cauldron can never be destroyed. Only its evil powers can
be stopped!

Taran: Then there is a way! But how?

Orddu: A living being must climb into it on his own free will!

Gurgi: Gurgi is bold and brave! He will climb into the evil cauldron!

Orddu: However, the poor duckling, will never climb out ALIVE!

Gurgi: Yikes!

Fflewddur: Now look here madam, don't forget we have an agreement!

Eilonwy: Yes! You said we could have the Cauldron!

Orgoch: Of course we said you could have the Cauldron. It's not our fault you can't do anything
with it!
(The witches disappear.)

Orddu: Goodbye goslings! And remember we always keep our bargain!
(Night comes, and our heros sit around a campfire. Fflewddur is tending the fire with a stick. Eilonwy and Gurgi sit next to Fflewddur. Taran sits by himself with Doli sitting on his shoulder. Unsure about what they should do with the Cauldron, they ponder their problem.)

Doli: What a bunch of blundering misfits! Things never work out
when you're dealing with
people!
(to Taran )
You can go back to feeding pigs! I've had it! Goodbye!
(Doli turns invisible and flies back to the Fair Folk realm.)

Taran: Doli's right. It's my fault! I let you down! Without my sword
I'm nothing! I'm just an just an Assistant Pig-Keeper!

Eilonwy: Look you are somebody! You must believe in yourself! I
believe in you.

Taran: You, you do! And I think that you're....
(Taran holds her hands )
Uh, I mean... That is....
(He draws his hands away in embarrassment.)

Eilonwy: Yes, Taran?

Taran: What I mean is that I'm grateful. For all of you. You've been true friends. Now it's up to
me.....

Eilonwy: Look!
(She points to some gwythaints swooping around the cauldron.)

Gurgi: Uh oh! Trouble! Goodbye!

Taran: Quick! We can't let them find it!
(The Henchmen burst out of the brush holding spears.)

Henchmen: Pig boy!!!!
(The Henchmen surround our heros and capture them. Taran, Princess Eilonwy, and Fflewddur Fflam are taken back to the Horned King's castle - minus Gurgi, who has fled at first sight of the gwythaints. We see the King's courtroom that is filled with the lifeless skeleton warriors. Creeper is on a platform with the Black Cauldron, yelling out orders.)

Creeper: Get the move on! Careful now! You! Tie them up over there and get that cart out of
here!
(to our heros )
Oh, I 'm sorry. I've ignored you. You did come for the Black Cauldron? Good, then climb
right in! It'll only cost you your life!
( He sees the Horned King coming.)
Oh!! Everything is ready, sire!

Horned King: My, such a brave and handsome crew! A pig-boy, a scullery maid, and
broken-down minstrel! Perhaps it may interest you to see what fate has in store for you!
Ha, ha,ha, ha. Now I call upon the army of the dead! The Cauldron Born!
( The Horned King takes one of the skeletons and places it in the Black Cauldron.)
Arise my messengers of death! Our hour has arrived!
(The Cauldron begins to shake and starts leaking blood. It spits a huge ball of fire and produces a green mist that settles over the rotting skeletons. The henchmen close in for a closer look when suddenly the skeletons spring to life. They are now the Cauldron Born. The make their way to the entrance of the castle. Then we see Gurgi entering the castle through the water gate, watching all the rats scurry away.)

Eilonwy: ( Gasp ) Oh! It's horrible!

Horned King: My phantom warriors have come to life! All dead from centuries past! Never has
anyone created an army like this! Go forth my deathless warriors! Destroy all in your path!

Creeper: Come, sire! We can get a better view from above!
(Creeper leads the Horned King to the balcony overlooking the drawbridge. While Creeper leads the Horned King to the parapets above. Taran, Eilonwy and Fflewddur look hopelessly at one another.)

Eilonwy: Oh, Taran! I'm afraid it'll soon be over for us.

Taran: I-I hadn't planned it to end like this, Eilonwy.

Fflewddur: Oh, I wish I'd stayed a toad!
(From the parapets above, Creeper and the Horned King lean out a window watching the Cauldron Born cross the drawbridge and beginning to slaughter every living thing.)

Horned King: Only moments away from victory! My greatest triumph!

Creeper: We did it sire! I-I mean YOU! Yes, yes! Of course! You did it, Sire!
(Gurgi is climbing up a flight of stairs. He reaches the top and opens a door. An ax chops the door down as the Cauldron Born burst through the doorway.)

Gurgi: Yikes!
( He runs away and comes to a window looking into another room. He breathes quite loudly and Taran hears him. )

Taran: Gurgi? Gurgi, is that you?

"Munchings and crunchings in here somewhere!"Gurgi: Master!

Taran: Gurgi, what are you doing here?

Gurgi: Gurgi sorry he always runs away when there's trouble. He untie everyone! Then we leave
this evil place!

Fflewddur: Well get on with it!!

Taran: (Now free)
Good boy, Gurgi! Eilonwy, you go with Fflewddur and Gurgi. I must stop the Cauldron.
(Taran starts climbing to a balcony that overlooks the cauldron.)

Eilonwy: Oh, but Taran that's impossible! Why you'd be---
(she sees Taran ready to throw himself into the Cauldron.)
Taran!!

Taran: I'm sorry Eilonwy.

Eilonwy: ( sobbing )
Please Taran!!!! NO!!! You can't!!!!

Taran: My mind is made up!
(Taran readies himself but Gurgi stands in his way.)

Gurgi: Wait master! Gurgi not let you jump into Cauldron!

Taran: Gurgi, get out of my way!
(Gurgi backs up almost to the edge of the balcony. He almost falls in when part of the cobblestones give way.)

Gurgi: Whoa! (whining)
Please master! Not go into evil Cauldron.

Taran: If I don't we're all lost! Out of my way!

Gurgi: (crying)
No! Gurgi not let his friend die!
(he walks toward the Cauldron)
Taran has many friends.
(sniff)
Gurgi has no friends.

Taran: Gurgi, No! Don't jump! Wait! Don't!
(Gurgi jumps.)
Noooooooooooo! Oh, no!
(The fire and the green mist is suddenly being sucked back into the cauldron. Outside, the Cauldron Born are staggering and falling into heaps and becoming dusty skeletons once more.)

Creeper: Sire! Sire look! Something's wrong! What is it sire? They're- they're DIEING!

Horned King: It can't be! This had better not be your fault!
(seizes Creeper by the throat.)

Creeper: ( suggestion )
It needs another body, Sire!

Horned King: Yes! YOURS!!!
(Taran, Eilonwy and Fflewddur dash throughout the corridors and come to the main room where the Cauldron is madly sucking up all the mist and fire. Destroying all the evil that it has created.)

Taran: ( to Fflewddur )
Get Eilonwy out of here. Hurry!

Eilonwy: Taran, I, please, I-

Taran: Go on! Go with Fflewddur!
(to himself )
Maybe there's still a chance, for Gurgi.
(Suddenly the Cauldron gives a mad onrush of air. All the torches blow out and Taran is being dragged toward the Cauldron, hungry for more innocent lives. Taran sees a iron handle on the wall. Desperately he reaches for it and hold on tight. Then the Horned King charges downstairs from his balcony above with Creeper in his clutches.)

Creeper: No, Sire!!! Please!!

Horned King: ( to the Cauldron Born )
Get up!! Come alive!!

Creeper: Maybe they're only resting, Sire!!
( to a Cauldron Born )
DO SOMETHING!!!! My life is at stake!!!!

Horned King: Get up you fools!!! KILL!!!!!!!
(Creeper suddenly spies Taran holding onto the iron handle, doing his best to keep himself from being sucked into the Black Cauldron.)

Creeper: Look!! Sire, look!! It's the PIG BOY!! It's HIS fault!! Yes! HE'S the cause of it!!
(The Horned King throws Creeper away from him as he moves toward Taran, promising himself that Taran will be the next victim of the Black Cauldron.)

Horned King: ( to Taran )
You've interfered for the last time. . . .

Creeper: Ha, ha!! Go for his throat, Sire!!!

Horned King: Now, Pig Keeper. You shall die!!
(He grabs Taran by the front of his shirt and pulls him up.)

Taran: NO! DON'T!!!
(Taran kicks himself away and tries to escape.)

Horned King: What's this?!
( The Cauldron sucks in a gigantic amount of air causing the Horned King
move closer the the Cauldron. To Taran smile
No, you'll not escape!
(The Horned King seizes Taran and looks him in the eye.)

Horned King: You will satisfy the Cauldron's hunger!
(The Horned King throws Taran toward the Cauldron. Taran, too weak to move, lays still. Pleased with his work, makes his way toward the staircase leading to his balcony. Taran, seeing that he's leaving, crawls away from the Cauldron. Eilonwy and Fflewddur watch nervously from a parapet above.)

Eilonwy: Oh no!
(The Cauldron is not pleased seeing his revenge escaping. It makes another huge onrush if air, causing the Horned King to slip closer to the Cauldron.)

Horned King: (realizing what the Cauldron is up to)
No! You'll not have me! My power cannot die!
(he now realizes it is too late) Curse you! No! Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! (The Horned King is holding onto the the Cauldron trying to pull himself away)
Aaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhh!!!
(He deteriorates in a flash of light and is gone. Creeper has watched from a parapet above.)

Creeper: Oh no! H-how horrible! Poor sire! H-he's gone!
(Creeper realizes that he's IS gone and he's not going to be punished whether or not it was his fault.)
He's gone! Ha! He's gone! Ha, ha, ha, ha! HE'S Gone!
(Creeper hobbles away. The Cauldron's onrush of air has stopped. Now it has turned a molten gold and is causing the floor to collapse. Taran flees looking for Eilonwy and Fflewddur.)

Taran: Fflewddur! Eilonwy!

Eilonwy: Over here! Hurry!

Taran: Thank goodness you're safe! C'mon Fflewddur! Hurry!
(They run throughout the falling-apart castle. Pillars crumble before their eyes and the floors behind them start collapsing.)

Fflewddur: For sakes alive!
(They come to a spot where the floor has split. Taran jumps over first, then Eilonwy. Fflewddur doesn't like the idea.)

Taran: C'mon Fflewddur! Jump!
(Fflewddur makes it safely across and they bolt down a hallway. They come to the sewer of the castle. A boat sits there waiting for them.)

Eilonwy: Taran. Look!

Taran: Good! Get in.
(He picks up a pole.)
Here! Your job, Fflewddur!
(Fflewddur starts pulling them toward the exit when he notices a locked gate blocks their path.)

Fflewddur: Uh oh! Trouble!

Eilonwy: Oh! We can't get through!

Taran: I-I'll try to open the gate.
(Taran jumps out of the boat into the water.)

Eilonwy: Be careful Taran!
(Taran easily breaks the rusty chains and opens the gate.)

Taran: Quick! Push the boat through!

Eilonwy: C'mon Fflewddur! Hurry!
(Taran, still in the water, helps push the boat through the exit. Fflewddur is trying the pull Taran back into the boat.)

Fflewddur: Good job lad!
(Suddenly Fflewddur sees that the ceiling is going to give way. With one final heave, he pulled Taran into the boat.)

Fflewddur: Look oooooouuuuuuutttttttttttt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[The ceiling caves in just as the companions make it into the exit tunnel. A huge wave of water flushes them out of the castle and capsizes their boat. The castle explodes. The towers crumble and the rubble sinks into the bubbling water. Taran, Princess Eilonwy, and Fflewddur Fflam barely made it out of the castle. As Fflewddur pulls the boat to shore, we see Creeper, laughing madly out of joy that the Horned King cannot punish him. Creeper managed to free a gwythaint, using it as his escape method. They fly away never to be seen again. We also see the castle crumbling to bits, as small fires break out burning the wood beams. The trio make it to shore, when Taran spots something.]

Taran: Look!
(he points to the Black Cauldron, happily bubbling about atop the water, for it has had its
fill on lives, and its evil is joyous about it. Taran rushes through the water, then stops. A wind picks up and the clouds roll in carrying a familiar laughter.)
Gurgi!

Orgoch: Why is the poor duckling so sad?

Orddu: Yes, he got what they wanted and he's still not satisfied!

Fflewddur: Just what do you think you're up to, ladies?

Orddu: Oh, we have business with your little hero.

Taran: Hero? Gurgi was the hero!

Orddu: The only thing that mattered to you was the Cauldron. But now it's of no use to you. So
we'll just take it, and be on our way!
(the three witches start moving the Cauldron.)

Fflewddur: Wait! Uh, stay your hands, uh, ladies! We never give anything away! We bargain
We trade. Remember?

Orddu: Ha, ha ! Did these old ears hear the word bargain? Hmmm?

Fflewddur: Yes madam! Those old ears heard right!

Orwen: Ohhhhh! I adore a voiceful man!

Fflewddur: Oh! Pull yourself together madam! I say! Out with it! What is your offer?

Orddu: ( realizing that they want the sword back )
No! Not the-

Orwen: Then I'll do it!
( the sword magically appears in front of Taran )
A magnificent sword for a warrior!
(Taran reaches out for it, then suddenly draws his hand away.)

Taran: I'm not a warrior. I'm a pig-boy. What can I do with a sword?

Orddu: Absolutely nothing!
(She grabs the sword back )

Taran: But I will trade!

All Three Witches: YES????

Taran: The Cauldron for Gurgi!

Orwen: Oh dear!

Orddu: It's not possible!

Fflewddur: Just as I thought ladies! You've got no real power! Admit it! Admit it!
(The witches are insulted by Fflewddur's remark. The disappear into a whirlwind. And circle around the Cauldron.)

Orddu: We have made a bargain! Ha, ha, ha, HA!
(The wind funnels in front of Taran, Eilonwy, and Fflewddur. Suddenly it disappears and the still body of Gurgi lays on the ground. Taran quietly walks forward and picks up Gurgi's body. He turns around and faces his friends.)

Eilonwy: (sadly )
Oh, Taran!
(Taran's eyes fills with tears and he hugs Gurgi's body. Then he quickly looks away. Suddenly a little paw slips into his vest as if in search of an apple.)

Gurgi: Munchings and crunchings in here somewhere!

Taran: (surprised )
Gurgi! You-You're alive!

Eilonwy: He's alive!

Fflewddur: Great Belin! He IS alive!

Eilonwy: Fflewddur! Fflewddur! He's alive!

Gurgi: I'm alive! Ha ha ha! Gurgi's alive! Look! Look! Look! Touch me! Oh! Ho, ho!

Eilonwy: Oh, Gurgi! You clever little thing!
( She giggles. Gurgi is between Taran and Eilonwy who are hugging him. He flashes a crafty smile and pushes Eilonwy and Taran together which results in a kiss. Gurgi, Taran and Eilonwy laugh.)

Taran: C'mon Gurgi! Let's go home!

Gurgi: Oh! Gurgi's Happy day!
(Gurgi runs forward and grabs Taran's hand, taran looks at Eilonwy and holds his hand out to her and she takes it. Then Eilonwy holds her hand out to Fflewddur and he takes it.)

Fflewddur: Great Belin! Ha!
(The characters walk off together and their image turns into one of Hen Wen's visions. You then see, Dallben, Hen Wen and Doli back at Caer Dallben. Dallben is smiling.)

Dallben: You did well my boy!

Doli: Yuuuuuup! Ha, ha, ha!

You poor little fella.
It's all right.
Big Mama's here.
You know, you're gonna
need some caring for.
Now... Now, let's see, darlin'.
You need, um...
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
Not me. Not Big Mama, now.
Now I'm thinkin', though.
Mm-hmm. Oh, uh-huh.
Now... Now don't...
Don't you move, honey.
Big Mama's gonna be right back.
Good work, Boomer.
We'll get him this time.
Shh! I think he's in there.
Whew!
Am I glad I found you boys.
There's no time to lose.
I need your help. Now come on.
- Come on.
- Let's go, Boomer. Come on.
Yeah, but... Oh, shucks.
Oh, poor little guy.
Don't you worry now. We're going
to find someone to look after you.
Hmm.
Hmm.
Hey, I think I got an idea.
OK, Boomer,
now you know what to do.
Yeah, leave it to me.
Leave it to me.
Who is it?
Well, I was sure I heard
someone knocking.
Oh, dear! My laundry!
Oh, here! Stop it!
Oh, you pesky birds!
Will you come back here?
Oh, stop!
Well, I wonder what
got into those birds.
Well, bless my soul!
Why, it's...
It's a baby fox.
Oh.
Hello, little fella.
I wonder where its mother is.
Come on, now.
I'm not going to harm you.
Now, now. Oh, isn't that?
Oh, my, my. You're
a feisty little rascal, aren't you?
There, there, now. Calm down.
No, I just can't leave you
out here all alone.
Oh, isn't he darling?
Now, not so fast.
Now, now, not so fast.
Oh, my. You're such a little toddler.
Say, that's what
I'm going to call you.
Tod.
You know, Tod,
I'm not going to be
so lonesome any more.
I got a surprise for you,
Chief, old boy.
Now, now, now, take it easy.
Well, how's this for a huntin' dog?
He's just a little runt now,
but he'll grow.
You may as well
get used to him, Chief.
He's for you
to look after from now on.
Tod, stop pestering Abigail.
Abigail, you're going
to have to be patient with Tod.
He's one of the family now.
Oh, of course. Now I know.
I declare,
I never will get my chores done.
Oh, mercy!
Tod! Tod, stop it!
Abigail! Abigail!
Oh, no! There goes my milk! Oh, no!
Easy, easy, Abigail.
Steady, old girl. Steady.
There, there.
Tod, you come here.
I said come here!
Just look what you've done.
Now, don't try to butter me up.
Oh, Tod, I just can't
stay angry with you.
You little imp.
Now run along and play.
Go on.
And try to stay out of mischief.
Hey, it's Dinky and Boomer.
Maybe they wanna play.
Is this it, Boomer?
Sure, Dinky. This is the place.
I never forget a tree.
I never forget a tree.
He won't get away this time.
Hold it, Boomer.
I think I hear somethin'.
That's him, all right, Dinky.
That's him, all right.
Shh, shh. Get ready, Boomer.
Hey, I can hear him movin'. Listen.
That's funny. I don't hear nothin'.
Shh! Quiet.
Oh, that's him, Dinky.
That's him, all right.
Button your beak, will ya?
I'll check it out.
Would you look at that?
OK, Boomer, he's right... there.
Yikes! Watch it!
Why, you...
Nail him, Boomer! Sock it to him!
Hiya, fellas.
What ya doin'? Wanna play?
Stay outta this, kid.
This don't concern you.
Let him have it!
Don't let the creep get away!
You can take him, Boomer!
Give him a left! A right!
Let him have it!
Aaah!
- Which way did he go?
- This way.
There he is!
What happened to ya? Golly!
Oh, shucks!
I think I bent my b-b-beak.
Now see what you done?
You cost us our breakfast.
I cost us our breakfast?
It was your fault.
- What are you talkin', my fault?
- Yeah, yeah.
A worm? For breakfast?
Yuck! Blecch!
Hey, there, Copper,
what ya sniffin' at?
Somethin'...
I never smelled...
...before, Chief.
Huh. Let me see.
Ah, shucks, that's easy.
The master's just cookin' grits
and fatback. You oughta know that.
Mm-mmm.
That's not what I smell.
I don't know, Chief.
It's something else.
Sonny, you got a lot of learnin' to do
about a-sniffin' and a-smellin'.
Hey, where you goin'?
I want to find out
what that smell is.
OK, Copper, but the master
ain't gonna like you wanderin' off.
I won't get lost, Chief.
I can smell my way back.
Can't tell these young
whippersnappers anything.
What ya smellin'?
I'm on the trail of somethin'.
Trail of what?
I don't know yet.
Why, it's... it's you!
What do you do that for?
We're supposed to do that
when we find what we've been trackin'.
I'm a fox.
My name's Tod.
What's your name, kid?
Mine's Copper. I'm a hound dog.
Gee, I bet you'd be good
playin' hide-and-seek.
Wanna try it, Copper?
Can I use my nose?
Sure. OK.
Now go ahead
and close your eyes and count.
One, two, three...
No, Copper! You can't peek!
- Oh.
- Now start again.
One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven...
My, my. Look at that.
A fox and a hound, playin' together.
# When you're the best of friends
# Having so much fun together
# You're not even aware
you're such a funny pair
# You're the best of friends
# Life's a happy game
# You could clown around forever
# Neither one of you sees
your natural boundaries
# Life's one happy game
Copper!
Gee, I've gotta go.
# If only the world
wouldn't get in the way
# If only people
would just let you play
# They say you're both being fools
# You're breaking all the rules
# They can't understand
# The magic of your wonderland
# When you're the best of friends
Copper!
# Sharing all that you discover
# When these moments have passed
Will that friendship last?
# Who can say?
# There's a way
# Oh, I hope
# I hope it never ends
Come on, Copper!
# Cause you're the best of friends #
Copper, you're my very best friend.
And you're mine too, Tod.
And we'll always
be friends forever, won't we?
Yeah, forever.
Hey, let's go swimmin'!
Give me a head start
and I can beat ya!
Whoo!
Dagnabit! That Copper pup's gone
and strayed off again.
Come on, Chief.
If that little rascal's
gonna make me a good huntin' dog,
he's gotta learn to mind.
Copper! Get over here!
Copper!
Uh-oh. I gotta go home.
Do ya have to?
We're havin' too much fun.
I gotta. He sounds awful mad.
I'll see ya tomorrow!
- And don't forget!
- I won't!
Hey, Copper, what happened to ya?
Why didn't you?
Golly! You're all tied up.
Yeah, and it's no fun either.
The master says I gotta stay home.
Well, we can play around here then.
Oh, no.
Not with old Chief over there.
Is that him making that awful noise?
He keeps me awake at night.
Oh, don't go in there!
He can get awful mean!
He's cranky.
Gee-whillikers, is he ever big.
His ears isn't as big as yours, Copper.
That's not the part
you gotta worry about.
Wow! Look at those teeth.
That's the part
you gotta worry about!
I'm gainin' on him.
- He won't get away now.
- He's wakin' up!
Get out, Tod!
No. He's havin' a dream.
He's chasm' somethin'.
When I get him cornered...
It's... It's... It's a big old badger.
Copper, he's chasin' a badger.
No, no, it ain't a badger.
It's a... It's a f...
it's a fox. A fox?
Run, Tod! Run!
Tod!
Amos Slade,
you trigger-happy lunatic!
Give me that gun!
My radiator!
Why, you blasted female.
- I'll... I'll...
- Hold it right there!
Watch it! That thing's loaded!
Now it ain't loaded!
Dagnabit, woman! Your thievin' fox
was after my chickens!
Rubbish and poppycock!
I don't believe it.
He wouldn't hurt a thing.
You callin' me a liar,
you muddleheaded female?
- I saw it happen!
- Amos Slade, that temper of yours
is going to get you
into a lot of trouble.
Temper?
Temper, woman?
You ain't seen my temper!
If I ever catch that fox
on my property again, I'll blast him!
And next time, I won't miss!
Poor little tyke.
It's a shame I have
to keep him cooped up.
Tod,
stop looking at me like that.
It's not my fault, you know.
You caused a lot
of trouble yesterday.
Oh, now what are they up to?
Why, it looks like Amos
is going on a hunting trip.
Along one, from the looks of it.
Hmm. Well, good riddance!
Doggone meddlin' female,
shootin' up my radiator!
Dad blame it. Get goin'!
There. Well, that's more like it.
Keep runnin', old girl.
Well, Copper, me and old Chief
are gonna teach you all about huntin'.
Yes, sir. It's about time too.
Attaboy.
Yeah, you're gonna like
trackin' down those varmints for me.
Uh-uh. Get in the back, half-pint.
You gotta earn your right
to sit up front.
Well, boys, we're gettin'
outta here till next spring.
Tod, honey,
what are you doin' over here?
Gee, I just wanted
to say goodbye to Copper,
but I'm too late.
Well, what did you plan to do
if you ran into old Chief?
Ah, Chief. I can outfox
that dumb old dog anytime.
Tod, now hold it just one minute.
Didn't you learn anything yesterday?
Now you listen good, Tod,
because it's either education
or elimination.
Now if you're so foxy
and old Chiefs so dumb,
then why does that hound
get the fox on the run?
'Cause he's got the hunter,
and the hunter's got the gun. Ka-bam!
Elimination. Lack of education.
# If you pal around
with that Copper hound
# You'll wind up hangin' on the wall
# Keep your nose to the wind
You'll keep your skin
# Cause you won't be home
when the hunter comes to call...
Oh, Big Mama, I know Copper
would never track me down.
Why, old Copper,
he's my best friend.
Your best friend.
Now, Copper's gonna
do what he's been told.
Supposed to chase the little old fox
into the old foxhole,
then along comes the hunter
with a buckshot load.
- Ka-ka-ka-bam!
- Elimination.
Lack of education.
You better believe it, Tod.
Yes, sirree!
You mean Copper
is gonna be my enemy?
Hey!
Kid, you better step over here
and take a good look.
Why... Why, that's awful.
Those poor things.
I'm sorry, Tod.
Honey, Copper's gonna come back
a trained huntin' dog.
A real killer.
Oh, no, not my friend Copper.
He won't ever change.
I hope you're right, Tod.
And we'll keep on
being friends forever.
Um, won't we, Big Mama?
Darlin', forever is a long, long time,
and time has a way
of changin' things.
Oh, Jiminy. It sure turned cold.
- I'm freezin' my b...
- Hey!
It's that fuzzy worm! Let's get him!
Charge!
Hey, Dinky!
Dinky, quick! Over here!
I got him! I got him!
Do I look like a worm?
That's who we're after.
Come on!
Look at that little creep,
warm and cozy by the fire.
Let me take a look.
Now how do you like that guy?
Snug as a bug,
while we're out here
freezin' our b-b-b-beaks off.
Well, yackin' and shiverin'
ain't gettin' us anywhere.
We'll get that no-good worm
when we come back.
Oh, sh-sh-sh-shucks.
So long, Big Mama.
Yeah, we're goin's-s-south
for the winter.
Goodbye, boys.
See ya next spring.
Well, look who's here.
Oh, my goodness.
I'm sorry, Tod, honey.
- I hope...
- Hiya, Big Mama.
We're back. We flew all the way.
Yeah, we did. We did.
Welcome home, boys!
It's been kind of lonesome
around here without you little rascals.
Hi, fellas!
Hey, who's that? Who's that?
This can't be
that scrawny little squirt
we found by the fence post,
can it? Come on.
I... I can't believe my eyes.
Oh, it's me, all right.
Hey, looky there.
He's got himself a real fancy collar.
Hey, hey, hey. Just look
at this bushy tail.
Beautiful.
Aw, come on. Cut it out.
You guys are always teasin' me.
Hey, it's him, it's him. Squeeks.
We'll see ya later, kid.
We gotta take care
of some unfinished business.
I can't understand.
It was so healthy.
There. That oughta perk it up.
Now, where'd he go?
Where'd he go?
He's goin' up the drainpipe!
I'll head him off.
OK, Boomer, we got him trapped!
Let him have it!
Aah!
- Did you get him?
- No, I didn't.
Neither did I.
Come on! Look!
A caterpillar
under glass. Oh, boy!
- Holy!
- Smoke!
Hey, hey, how's he do that, Dinky?
How's he do that?
# I ain't got no job
I'm a huntin' man
# And I'd rather have a dog
than a dollar
# So let's go banjo
ring-a-ling-a-ding-ho
# Give a little hoot and a holler #
Aw, come on, Chief.
Just 'cause you're not sittin' up front,
that ain't no reason to be a sorehead.
Shucks, if it weren't for you,
Copper'd never have turned
into a good huntin' dog.
Yes, sirree.
Now I got me
the best two dogs there is.
Right, Copper?
Isn't he somethin', Chief?
Look, Big Mama! Copper's back!
Boy, has he grown big.
Uh-huh.
And look at that big pile of skins
he helped track down.
I know, Big Mama.
He's a huntin' dog now.
You're right. And you're a fox.
Ah, that won't make any difference.
Copper's gonna be glad to see me.
Well, honey,
just don't get your hopes too high.
Look, don't worry. I'll be careful.
I'll go tonight when Chief
and the hunter are asleep.
Boy, it's great to be back home,
isn't it, Chief?
Aw, come on, Chief.
You aren't still sore, are ya?
Hey, hey, come on. Let's scuffle.
We ain't scuffled in a long time.
Come on, Chief!
Let's have some fun!
Oh, lay off, Copper,
you overgrown pup, you.
Oh, let go!
Dagnabit! Let go, I say!
Oh, OK, OK.
That was your trouble on the hunt.
Aw, come on, old-timer.
You treat me like a pup,
you know that?
Why, I think I done real good
trackin' down them varmints for ya.
Smellin' and trackin' ain't enough.
You gotta think nasty.
OK, OK, I know.
I know.
Copper.
Hey, Copper.
It's me, Tod.
I thought that was you, Tod.
I heard ya comin'.
Boy, you've really grown.
You have too, Copper.
I saw you comin' back
with Chief and the hunter.
It's great to see ya, Tod.
But, you know, you...
You shouldn't be over here.
You're gonna get us both
into a lot of trouble.
Hey, look, I...
I just wanted to see ya.
We're...
We're still friends, aren't we?
Tod, those days are over.
I'm... I'm a huntin' dog now.
You'd better get outta here
before old Chief wakes up.
Oh, Chief.
He doesn't worry me.
Tod, I'm serious. You're...
You're fair game
as far as he's concerned.
It's that fox again!
Oh, no! No!
They're after Tod!
After him, boys! Go get him!
Copper!
Copper! Copper!
Tod, I...
I don't wanna see you get killed.
Track him down, boy!
I'll let you go this one time.
Don't lose him!
There they are!
Old Chiefs got him on the run!
Jump, Chief! Jump!
Chief!
Chief?
Oh, no!
No!
Tod, if it's
the last thing I do, I'll...
I'll get you for this!
Tod!
Tod? Tod!
Oh, Tod!
Thank heaven you're safe.
Oh, poor Chief.
And it's all my fault.
I shouldn't have let Tod go.
Big Mama! Wake up! Wake up!
There's trouble!
Tod! Well, what is it?
What on earth?
Widow, get out here!
Why, Amos! What are you?
Where is he? Where is he?
I know he's in there.
Now just a minute.
You can't come bargin'
onto my property, Amos Slade!
That fox of yours
almost killed Chief,
and I'm gonna get him!
You can't keep him
locked up forever!
# We met, it seems
# Such a short time ago
# You looked at me
# Needing me so
# Yet from your sadness
# Our happiness grew
# And I found out
I needed you too
# I remember
how we used to play
# I recall those rainy days
# The fire'S glow
# That kept us warm
# And now I find
# We're both alone
# Goodbye may seem forever
# Farewell is like the end
# But in my heart's the memory
# And there... you'll always be
I Goodbye may seem forever
# Farewell is like the end
# But in my heart's the memory
# And there you'll always be #
Hold it, Sonny! Back off!
Consarn it! Where?
Where do you think you're goin'?
Oh, oh, excuse me, I...
I was just trying to...
You barge in on somebody's house
like you own it.
Tarryhootin' around them woods,
wakin' up folks
in the middle of the night.
I honestly didn't know
anybody lived here, and I...
Well, you know it now.
Now get off my property!
Go on! Beat it!
I've been watching you, sir.
You can stay with me if you want to.
- That's very nice of you.
- Come with me.
She dropped that fox off
at the game preserve.
We'll get him. We'll get him.
Well, now, if you
gotta have a busted leg,
ah, this is the way to do it.
Good food, soft pillow,
warm stove.
Sure beats sleepin' in that barrel.
Well, now, here comes visitors
to see the invalid.
How do you like that?
They didn't even ask how I'm feelin'.
Chief, get back in there
before I break your other leg.
Copper, Copper, lookit here.
Now, when that fox
comes traipsin' along,
suspectin' nothin'...
Tod?
Tod?
Oh, boy. These old wings
ain't what they used to be.
Big Mama,
you better lose a few pounds.
Uh-oh, uh-oh,
there he is, there he is.
Tod!
Tod!
Oh, hi, Big Mama.
Oh, it's you, Vixey.
Hey, what brings you way out here?
I'm lookin' for a fox named Tod.
- He's new here in the forest.
- Oh, new? Um...
Well, what does he look like?
Oh, he's young. About your age.
And handsome.
Handsome? Oh, say.
Gee, uh, he sure sounds nice.
Uh, I'm not doing anything.
I'll help you find him.
Come on.
He's gotta be around here somewhere.
Wha?
What happened? Where am I?
So, it's you again, hmm?
You barged in on me last night,
and now you...
I... I didn't mean to.
Just look at the...
Mess you made.
Dagnabit, you clumsy bonehead!
I'm sorry. It was an accident.
Excuses, excuses.
Mr. Digger, sir?
It was so too an accident.
You keep out of this,
you walkin' pincushion.
You shouldn't be so grumpy to
someone who's new in the neighborhood.
A stranger, eh?
Why don't you go back
where you came from?
Wha?
Well, go on.
Get goin'. Git!
Aww.
Gosh, he seems so... I don't know,
so downhearted, Big Mama.
Well, you can't blame him, honey.
He was dropped out here and left
all alone without a friend in the world.
Well, maybe there's
something I could do.
You know, cheer him up.
Honey, you just said
the magic words.
Now...
What?
But Big Mama, I don't...
Darlin', don't move.
You look beautiful.
Thank you.
Mornin', Tod.
Hello, Big Mama.
Last night was pretty miserable
for you, wasn't it, honey?
Just terrible.
Cheer up and look around.
The forest is beautiful this morning.
After last night,
nothin' looks beautiful.
Wow!
Who? Who is that?
Oh, just another fox.
A lady fox.
Golly!
Is she beautiful!
I wonder what her name is.
Well, why don't you go ask her?
Yeah. Yeah, guess...
Guess I will.
I'll... I'll go up to her and I'll say,
"You're the most gorgeous...
The most beautiful...
Never seen anyone, anywhere...
I'll say...
Hi.
Hello.
- Big Mama told me, you know...
- I just happened to be...
May I call you by your first name?
Oh, sure. Why not?
Thanks, but what... '?
What is your first name?
- Vixey.
- Vixey.
Uh-huh.
My name is... is... uh, Tod.
Tod?
That's a... That's a nice name, Tod.
It looks like that farm boy
is makin' it b-b-big with her.
Shh! Now just keep it down.
Well, Tod, you know something?
This stream is just full of trout.
Do you think you could catch one?
- One what?
- One what? Fish, silly!
Oh, oh, yeah! Oh, yeah.
My dear young lady...
...you happen to be looking
at an expert... fisher fox.
Oh, Tod, Tod. Don't overdo it.
I know all the tricks.
In fact, I... I never miss.
Please let him catch a fish.
Here comes a whopper!
Now, watch closely.
Tod, do you need help?
No. No, I... I do it this way
all... all the... all the time!
I got him.
Oh, that farm boy, he
don't know nothin' about f-f-fishin'.
He ain't gonna hook her that way.
Oh, gosh!
Tod, you're the
funniest thing I ever saw!
Go ahead! Go ahead and laugh!
You're like everyone else around here.
I'm sorry. I can't help it.
You are so funny.
So I can't fish!
You're a silly,
empty-headed... female!
Now just a minute.
I mean, you've got a nerve.
Why don't you grow up?
Tod, that's no way
to talk to Vixey.
Oh, raspberries! I've had it.
Honey, don't stay mad.
You gotta be natural. That's the trick.
Can't you see?
# When you have a natural attraction
# You deserve a mutual reaction
# You're gonna get a whole lot
# Of satisfaction
# Here's all you gotta do
# When you feel that
# Natural affection
# Leads you in the positive direction
# You gotta stop showin' off
# Start showin' up
# With little old natural you
# Yes, you gotta appreciate the lady
# And now that is a natural fact
# Cause when you be yourself
# With the lady yeah
# You gonna get appreciated
# Right back #
Shh.
- But Big Mama...
- it's just getting interesting.
Tod, I...
I just know you're
gonna love the forest.
Listen, come on.
Let me show you around.
Sure.
Come on.
Look. One, two,
three, four, five, six.
Seven.
I think six would be just right.
Six?
Six what?
"No hunting. "
Well, now, we ain't gonna
do none of that, are we, Copper?
We're just gonna
get us a no-good fox.
All right, boy, get trackin'.
Smell him out.
What ya got there, Copper?
Good work, boy.
He'll be comin' right through here,
headin' for water.
But he won't be drinkin' any.
What a beautiful morning, Vixey.
You know, I've never been happier.
Oh, Tod, me too.
That does it.
Amos, you crafty old coot.
The devil himself
couldn't have done no better.
Tod?
- Tod, wait a minute.
- What is it, Vixey?
I don't wanna go in there.
It's too quiet.
Oh, Vixey.
What?
Tod, be careful.
Dad blast it! He's gettin' away!
Quick, Vixey!
Go on, head for the burrow.
Quick, Vixey. Out the back.
Tod!
Oh, no, Tod.
Copper! Copper!
We got 'em now for sure.
This is their only way out.
Steady, boy. Steady. Get ready.
Tod!
We're trapped!
Tod, I'm scared.
Quick, Vixey!
This is our only chance!
Whoa! No! I don't believe it!
Copper, we've trapped him now!
' ow!
Copper!
Tod!
Tod?
Come on, Copper.
Get outta the way.
Well...
...come on, boy.
Let's go home.
Shh, Shh. This is it.
We got him for sure now.
Oh, my g-g-gosh!
- Whoa!
- Yoww!
What happened?
Hey, there's somethin'
very familiar about those eyes, Dinky.
Nah, it couldn't be.
Could it?
Bye, Squeeks. Bye.
Good luck, honey.
Ouch! You're killin' me! Ouch!
Amos Slade, will you hold still?
You're behaving like a child.
Well, for gosh sakes,
you're hurtin' my foot, woman!
- Nonsense! Your foot is mendin' fine.
- Ow!
You'll soon be yourself.
Oh, land sakes.
I don't know if I like that.
Ow! Be careful! Ouch!
He's sure makin' a big fuss
over a little old hurt leg.
Copper?
You 're my very best friend.
And you're mine too, Tod.
And we'll always
be friends forever, won't we?
Yeah, forever.

The story I want to tell you,
can not be found in a book.
They say the history of the West was
written from the saddle of a horse.
But it's never been told
from the heart of one.
Not until now.
I was born here.
In this place that would come
to be called the ''Old West''
But to my kind, the land was ageless.
It had no beginning and no end.
No boundary between earth and sky.
Like the wind in the Buffalo grass.
We belong here.
We will always belong here.
They say the mustang is the
spirit of the West.
Whether that West
was won or lost in the end
You have to decide for yourself.
But the story
I want to tell you is true.
I was there.
And I remember.
I remember the sun, and the sky
and the wind calling my name.
In the time when the wild
horses ran free.
And so I grew from colt to stallion
As wild and reckless
As thunder over the land.
Racing with the eagle.
Soaring with the wind.
Flying?
There were times I believed I could.
Like my father before me
I became leader of the Cimarron herd.
And with that honour
Came responsibility.
Something new came upon
the land one night.
Something that changed my life
forever...
And so my journey began.
A wiser horse might have turned
and ran.
But I wanted to know what
strange creature was here.
Look.
Man, look at that stallion,
it is beautiful.
Follow the horse! Let's go!
Look out!
Don't you get away!
I was scared.
I didn't know what was going
to happen to me.
At least my mother
and the herd were safe.
What seems to be the
problem, gentlemen?
We got this crazy one here, Sir.
Really?
The army has dealt with
wild horses before.
This one will be no different.
I remember the first time
I saw a rattler curled up in my path
-Induct this animal, Sargent.
-Yes Sir!
This one didn't look like a rattler.
But I was still thinking...
snake.
Grab him, grab him.
Okay Murphy, he's all yours.
He's a wild one.
We'll see how wild he is,
when I am done with him.
You want a fight, do you?
Right.
Make sure that's good tight.
Murphy, look out! Watch out!
Murphy, are you okay?
Corporal, round up some volunteers to
take this animal to the stables.
Not the stables. -Sir?
-The corral.
It's time to break that horse.
Sergent. -Yes Sir.
Tight this horse to the post.
No food or water. Three days.
Yes Sir.
My heart galloped through
the sky that night
Back to my herd.
Where I belonged.
And I wonder if they'd miss me
As much as I miss them.
We got a hostile!
Bring him there this way.
Well, what do we have here?
We caught him
by the supply wagon, Sir.
Ah, a Dakota.
Not as tall as the Cheyenne,
and fine featured as the Crow.
Take him away gentlemen,
show him our best.
Corporal, take him to the stock case.
Not the stock case. The post.
No food or water.
What are you looking at boy?
He was called Little Creak.
And he seemed different from the rest.
There were just no end to the
strange ways of the two legged.
With the Colonel permission, Sir.
Incoming patrol report hostiles
headed North.
The railroad has expressed concern, Sir.
They requested additional patrols.
How long has it been, Sergent?
Sir?
-The mustang.
How long has it been tide?
Three days, Sir.
Good.
Fetch my crop and spurs.
Take it easy!
Back up! Back up!
You see gentlemen,
any horse can be broken.
Move along mustang.
There are those in Washington who believe
the West will never be settled.
The northern pacific railroad
will never breach Nebraska.
A hostile Dakota will never
submit to providence.
And it is that manner of small thinking.
That would say this horse
could never be broken.
Discipline, time, and patience.
Are the three great levelers.
Sometimes a horse's gotta do,
what a horse's gotta do
And this was one of those times.
Get off me!
Soldier! Secure that horse!
I wasn't sure
what happened back there.
And I wasn't about to stop and ask.
All I knew was I was headed home.
I couldn't believe it.
One moment I was free,
and the next... more ropes.
I couldn't understand it.
She treated the scrawny two-legged
Like one of our kind.
Prancing around him
Like a love struck ear ring.
It was down right unnatural.
Great mustang, today I will ride you.
This ought to be good...
Mares.
Okay, Rain, lets see if you can teach
This mustang some manners.
Okay, I admit it
She was charming
In a stubborn, irritating kind of way.
So, I let her show me her world.
Bye-Bye horsey.
For the first time in my life,
I felt my heart torn two ways.
Give it back!
Mustang!
I had to hand to that boy.
He just wouldn't give up.
I'm never gonna ride you, am I?
And no one never should.
You can go.
It's okay, go.
Go on, get out of here.
Go home.
I knew this was hard for her,
and she was scared.
But more than anything,
I wanted to share my homeland with her
I laid beside her that night.
Hoping, praying that somehow
she would be okay.
There are a couple
of horses over there!
Leave her there.
She's not gonna make it.
Oh, Rain!
Easy, girl.
Easy.
It will be okay.
You saved my life.
I'm not gonna hurt you.
Come on, it's gonna be okay.
It'll be alright.
I didn't know
why we were brought here.
What I did know
was we had to find a way to escape,
and get back home.
Well, that is it, we're rolling
the steam over the mountain.
We got six days to connect to Utah.
Move out and gone.
Ready to go!
We're almost on the top!
That was the moment I understood
They were headed to my homeland
And I had to stop them.
Get back!
Oh, we got to stop!
Hold it!
Get the mules up here!
I don't know where he came from
Or how he got there.
But I sure was happy to see him.
I don't believe it.
Go! Go! Run!
Look out!
Where are they?
There they are!
Oh no.
Oh yes.
You will always be in my heart.
Take care of her,
Spirit...
Who cannot be broken.
I will miss you, my friend.
I've been waiting
so long to run free.
But that goodbye was harder
than I ever imagined.
I will never forget that boy.
And how we won back
our freedom together.

with life?
when you have the cash?
Have you ever been blue?
while sitting still?
Maybe I was just crazy.
Maybe it was the '60s.
Or maybe I was just a girl...
interrupted.
Put her in restraints.|Withdraw blood for tox.
- Hold on.|- Give her five milligrams of Valium.
- You got your end?|- Want to do a C.B.C.?
Turn her head|so she doesn't aspirate.
Aspirin fragments and vodka, I think.
Don't tell me what you think.|Take it to the lab.
You should check my hand.|There's no bones in it.
Looks like a wrist banger.
Is that why you did this?
And other things.
Her parents are on the way.
Sometimes it's hard...
for me to stay in one place.
Susanna...
in your hand...
how did you pick up the aspirin?
What is my mother doing?
Would you answer my question,|please?
How did you pick up the aspirin|if you had no bones in your hand?
By then, they had come back.
I see.
No, you don't.
Well...
indulge me, then.
Explain it to me.
Explain what?
Explain to a doctor|that the laws of physics...
can be suspended?
That what goes up|may not come down?
Explain...
that time...
can move backwards and forwards...
and now to then|and back again...
and you can't control it?
Why can't you control it?
What?
Why can't you control time?
Sam, shh!
Where were you?|Everyone is here. Come on.
- Mary, you remember Susanna.|- Yes, I do.
So this is what you're wearing?
I didn't know it was so early.|I would have changed.
Hey, everybody. Look who's here.
- Happy birthday, Dad.|- Thanks, sweetie.
I'm sorry.|I want to say hi to her.
Sweetie, would you|hold this for me?
I want to say hi to Susanna.
Excuse me. Susanna!
Professor Gilcrest's wife.
Hi. Barbara Gilcrest.|Do you remember me?
- I'm Bonnie's mom.|- Yeah.
Your skin is so beautiful.
Bonnie was in your Lit class,|wasn't she?
Yeah. How is she doing?
She just go accepted to Radcliffe.
What a conundrum.
I'm a Wellesley girl, myself,|but...
I think young women should|make up their own mind, don't you?
Are you stoned?
Do you smoke pot?
Take LSD?
No drugs?
How do you feel right now?
I...
don't know.
I don't know what I'm feeling.
You need a rest.
Well, I'll go home,|take a nap.
You need to go somewhere|where you can get a genuine rest.
And you're very lucky.
The best place in the world|for someone like you...
is less than a half an hour|from here.
You don't mean Claymoore.
Four days ago...
you chased a bottle of aspirin|with a bottle of vodka.
I had a headache.
Your father is a friend of mine.
He's a colleague.
He asked me to see you,|even though I don't do this anymore.
You're hurting|everyone around you.
Now...
Claymore is a topnotch place.
A lot of people go there.
Even writers.
Like you.
Yes, I'd like a cab|at 1240 Milford, please.
My mother's here.
It'll be less emotional|if we do it this way.
Your parents and I|have talked about it.
Now, make sure no stops.
Susanna, are you there?
Hey. I want to see you again.
- It was a one-time thing, okay?|- Just come to my office tonight.
Sweetie, where are you?|We're opening the presents.
Tell them you're going|to a friend's. Please.
Who do you want me to tell first?
My parents, the department chairman|or your wife?
What did you do?
Excuse me?
Well, you look normal.
I'm sad.
Well, everyone's sad.
I see things.
You mean like tripping?
Kind of.
Then they should put|John Lennon away, huh?
I'm notJohn Lennon.
Don't get too comfortable.
Shouldn't my parents...
You have to sign them,|Miss Kaysen.
You're over 18.|This is your decision.
I didn't try to kill myself.
That's the kind of thing you talk|about in therapy, honey. Not here.
You have the distinction of being|the only senior at Springbrook...
not going on to college.
May I ask what you plan to do?
I plan to write.
But what to you plan to do?
Look, I'm not going to burn my bra...
or drop acid|or go march on Washington.
I just don't want to end up|like my mother.
Women today|have more choices than that.
No, they don't.
And here.
You forgot one, dear. Here.
Speaking for Dr. Wick and myself...
welcome to Claymoore.
This is the women's ward,|also known as South Bell.
This is where you'll be staying,|and this is where I work.
All right, this is|the second floor.
I need you to stay close to me|because it's easy to get lost here.
This is our ward.
All right.|Let's start with this room.
This is the art room.
Polly.|What are you doing in here?
I feel very musical today.|Can I just...
Not today, honey.
That's Polly. Come on.
Margie.
- Polly was in the art room by herself.|- I'm sorry, Val.
All right.
Ah, the living room.
Everyone hates it.
And these are the phones.
You need to make a call,|pick up the handle...
tell the nurse,|she'll connect you.
This is the nurses' station,|which is self-explanatory.
And this is the TV room|where everyone hangs out.
I want my ******** clothes.
Then you'll have to eat something,|won't you?
This is where you check-in...
if you want walk on the grounds|or something.
Oh, lordy, pick a bale of hay
Pick a bale of cotton
Pick a bale of hay
She thinks that bothers me.|Right now...
you're an " R," which means|you're restricted to the ward.
But in about a month, you'll|probably move up to two-to-ones...
which is two nurses|to every patient.
I'm not going to be here that long.|I'm just here for a rest.
It's all right. Everybody gets|the same tour free of charge.
Georgina, this is Susanna,|your new roommate.
- Oh, great. Hi.|- Hi.
Susanna, you're very lucky.|Georgina's an excellent roommate.
Why, thank you, Valerie.
You're welcome.
Susanna, will you excuse me? I have|some business I have to attend to.
Georgina, will you take Susanna|down to the dining room in a half hour?
Sure.
Yes means yes, Georgina.
I know.
Groovy box.
- That.|- Oh.
Yeah, they're French.
The French Resistance|smoked them, I think.
You ever read this?
No. I saw the movie|a bunch of times, though.
The movie's actually|based on the first book.
I read that one too, but there|were no ruby slippers in it originally.
They added that.|This one takes place afterwards.
Dorothy doesn't really have|such a big part in this ******** pig.
Get off me!
Hey, Dais. Let anyone|in your room yet?
Hey, girls! Hey, sexy.
It's good to be home.
- Hey, Torch.|- Hey, Lisa.
- You miss me?|- Not much.
Get her to her room.|Gretta'll do the strip search.
- Who's that with Georgie-girl?|- Come on.
- Where's Jamie?|- I can't deal with this.
- Don't give me a hard time.|- Where's Jamie?
Where is she?
Let go!|Don't you ******** touch me!
Who are you?
Her name is Susanna.|She smokes French cigarettes.
Why is all your s**t on her bed?
- Why? Where's Jamie?|- What are you talking about?
What the hell are you doing, Lisa?
Back off her. Back off.|You've been gone for two weeks.
A lot of s**t has gone down.|Back off.
How'd she do it?
Get the ******** off me!
You weak people. You're all ******** people! You're victims!
You people are ******** sick!
What? No, Val, please. Please!
Get her legs!
Please!
- ********, 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 ******** up,|okay?
It's so ******** 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 ******** 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 ******** 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 ******** 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*****e.
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 s**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 ******** 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?|- ******** 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*****e.
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 ******** 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 ******** 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!
So Daddy buys you a private|and no one gets in.
You never leave except for when Valerie|makes you go to the cafeteria...
where you never eat.
You're a laxative junkie, so...
I always thought you were likeJanet|but here you are with this chicken.
So what's with that, huh?
My dad owns a deli, a*****e,|with a rotisserie.
I like my dad's chicken, and|when I eat something else, I puke.
But why do you eat it here? Why|don't you like to go to the cafeteria?
Which do you like better?
Taking a dump alone|or with Valerie watching?
Alone.
Everyone likes to be alone|when it comes out.
I like to be alone|when it goes in.
To me, the cafeteria is like being|with 20 girls all at once taking a dump.
That is ******** up, Daisy.
Come on.
All right, assholes!
Fine. Here.
Lisa, don't! No, please!
"Dios" ******** "mio. "
I guess that's how|Daddy knows she's eating.
When I get five,|Valerie makes me throw them away.
Scribble, scribble, scribble.
- Written anything about me yet?|- Don't do that!
Is Daisy really getting out?
Yeah.
She coughed up a big one.
How can... I mean, she's insane.
That's what "ther-rape-me"|is all about.
That's why ******** Freud's picture|is on every shrink's wall.
He created an industry. You lie down,|you confess your secrets, you're saved.
The more you confess, the more|they think about setting you free.
But what if you don't|have a secret?
Then you're a lifer,|like me.
I was changing her diaper...
and I turned to get the powder...
and while my back was turned,|she rolled off the bed.
She rolled off the bed|and broke her leg.
The doctor put her in a body cast,|but he also strapped her down.
- This has nothing to do...|- You never told me this.
Carl had been planning|this trip to Santa Monica...
but he had a commitment with RAND,|so we took her with us.
On the back seat, strapped|to this board, 4,000 miles.
If you like, Mrs. Kaysen,|we can discuss this further...
on the way out...
Just how long is my daughter|going to be here?
With all due respect, Mr. Kaysen...
psychiatry and economics|are different.
The length of Susanna's stay|isn't fixed.
It depends on her response|to treatment.
For what? Depression?|It's almost Christmas.
What are we supposed to say to|the people back home who care about her?
You see, Melvin,|what's going on here"... "
is my parents are having a little|holiday cocktail Christmas party crisis.
- Susanna.|- What?
What is this borderline business|you mentioned on the phone?
Look...
I don't think that's useful|to Susanna.
- I mean, not...|- What "borderline business"?
- You see, the mind...|- Borderline what?
Borderline between what and what?
It's a condition...
and it's called|Borderline Personality Disorder.
Oh, God.
It's not uncommon,|especially among young women.
What causes it?
We're really not sure.
- Is it genetic?|- Oh, Christ!
It is five times more common...
among those with a borderline...
parent.
I can't do this.
I'm sorry. I can't...|I can't do this.
" Razors pain you,|rivers are damp...
acid stains you,|drugs cause cramp...
guns aren't lawful,|nooses give...
gas smells awful,|you might as well live."
Gin.
- a*****e.|- Fatso.
John. Call me a cab.
Okay, you're a cab.
Lisa said you got into Daisy's room...
and it was full of chickens.
Susanna, you have a phone call.
"So what's your "diag"-"nonsense"? "
- Who is this?|- "What'd he say to Mom and Pop? "
I have a borderline personality.
- That's nothing. What else?|- "He didn't want to say. "
He thought it would|affect my recovery.
Listen, tongue your meds tonight.
After 1:00 checks, Gretta|always goes out for a smoke.
Check the mirrors, and if they're clear,|you go down to Hector's closet.
and it will be open.
Torch!
Come on.
This is how Lisa gets out|when she escapes.
We're under administration so,|no good here.
Good thing this place works|on a sliding scale.
We get to mingle|with the lock-picking trash.
Susanna, you're up.
I've only done this|once in my life.
All right!
When they built this place,|they put the tunnels in...
so the loons didn't have to|go anywhere in the cold.
I must have missed that|in the brochure.
Hey, open this door.
What the ******** are you doing?
Wow. Dr. Wick's office.
All right. Georgina Tuskin.
Susanna Kaysen.
Polly Clark.
Cynthia Crowley.
- Congratulations.|- Thank you.
Janet Webber.
Lisa ******** you, Melvin.
Want to see mine?
Let me see yours.
" Highs and lows increasingly severe.
Controlling relationships|with patients.
No appreciable response to meds.
No remission observed."
That was before you ran away.
We are very rare,|and we are mostly men.
Lisa thinks she's hot s**t|because she's a sociopath.
- I'm a sociopath.|- No, you're a dyke.
" Borderline Personality Disorder.
An instability of self-image,|relationships and mood.
Uncertainty about goals...
impulsive in activities|that are self-damaging...
such as casual sex."
- I like that.|- "Social contrariness...
and a generally pessimistic attitude|are often observed."
- That's me.|- That's everybody.
I mean, what kind of sex|isn't casual?
They mean promiscuous.
I'm not promiscuous.
I'm not.
Jesus.
Look atJanet.
No, it's all right.
You know, taking us|for ice creams in a blizzard...
makes you wonder|who the real whack jobs are.
I think it's kind of nice.
I think it's nice to do something|nice on Daisy's last ********/>- I'm going to have peppermint stick.|- Me too. Can I have peppermint stick?
- Sure.|- No, it's just called a peppermint.
- Peppermint d**k!|- Honestly.
Peppermint c**t!
- We're just gonna have four cones.|- Four cones.
- Susanna, do you want anything?|- I'm fine.
- Ronny.|- Yes?
- You got any hot fudge?|- Yes.
Yeah? Can I have a vanilla sundae|with hot fudge...
and sprinkles?
Rainbow, not chocolate.
And...
whipped cream...
cherries...
and...
Nuts?
Let's have a seat, ladies.
Melvin thought that I should|live in a halfway house.
But my father knew|that I deserved my own apartment.
So he got me|the prettiest apartment.
It has an eat-in chicken...
and all this beautiful|wicker furniture and...
Which is fantastic.|Wicker butterflies.
My very favorite part...
is like in the phone book.
There's a sign|right outside that says:
"If you lived here|you'd be home now."
Do you remember me?|You must remember me.
- Yes. Mrs. Gilcrest, hi.|- Susanna, are you okay?
I'm fine.
- Hey, Bonnie. How's Radcliffe?|- Wellesley. I'm enjoying it.
It's strong in art. I'm going|to the Sorbonne this summer.
- That's great.|- You know, I know all about you.
And I hope|they put you away forever.
- Is this the professor's wife?|- What professor?
You told everybody.
- Lady, back off.|- Was I talking to you?
No, you were spitting on me,|so mellow ******** out.
- Don't you tell me what to do.|- She gave your husband a rim job.
Big ******** deal!
I'm sure he was begging for it, and|I heard it was like a pencil anyway.
How dare you?
Some advice, okay? Don't point ******** finger at crazy people!
Let go of me.
- Mother.|- Get that out of my face, a*****e!
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***h.
Now what kind of tree can you be,|Janet, down there on the floor?
I'm a ******** 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 ******** 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 ******** 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 s**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.
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 ********! You st...
Sorry. Too cold?
What the ******** are you doing?|Get me the ******** out of this tub!
Get yourself out.
Where's Lisa?|Where the ******** 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 s**t...
from a lot of crazy people,|but you...
you are not crazy.
Then what's wrong with me, huh?|What the ******** 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 ******** 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***h.|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 ******** Valium.
- What's this, huh? What's this?|- Let go.
- Trying out your new silver?|- Get the ******** off me.
- Less appealing for Daddy?|- Lisa.
- Look at your own arm, a*****e.|- 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 ******** chicken,|fattening up like a prize heifer?
You changed the scenery|but not the ******** situation...
and the warden makes house calls.
And everybody knows...
everybody knows that he ******** you.
What they don't know|is that you like it.
- Hmm? You like it.|- Shut the ******** up!
Hey, man.|It's cool. It's okay.
It's fine. It's ******** fine.|A man is a d**k...
is a man is a d**k|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?
But she's been playing|that s**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 s**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 ******** 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 ******** 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 ******** 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 ******** 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 ******** 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.
They're just begging to be pressed.
You know?|They're just begging to be pressed.
And it makes me wonder.
You know, it really|makes me ******** wonder...
why doesn't anybody ever press mine?
Why am I so neglected?|Why doesn't anybody...
reach in, rip out the truth|and tell me...
that I'm a ******** whore|and that my parents wish I were dead?
Because you're dead already, Lisa!
No one cares if you die, Lisa...
because you're dead already.
Your heart is cold!
That's why you keep coming back here.
You're not free.
You need this place. You need it|to feel alive. It's pathetic.
God.
I've wasted a year of my life.
And maybe everyone out there|is a liar.
And maybe the whole world...
is stupid and ignorant.
But I'd rather be in it.
I'd rather be ******** in it...
than down here with you.
Don't.
Please don't.
Oh, God.
Did you get it?
I had to trade with a transvestite|in the men's ward.
Thanks.
I'm not really dead.
I know.
I'm gonna miss you, Suzie Q.
No, you're not.
You're gonna get out of here,|and you're gonna come and see me.
Yeah.
You know all that stuff|I write in my journal...
I don't know what I'm saying.
They're just thoughts.
Maybe I'm a liar.
Maybe not.
See you.
You think if I left Ruby here,|you'd take care of her for me?
Let me play with her|when I come for my therapy?
- Yeah?|- Yeah.
Thank you.
Bye, Ruby.
Bye.
- Yeah.|- Bye, Susanna.
Remember me|when you shave your legs.
Declared healthy...
and sent back into the world.
"My fi"n"al diagnosis... "
a recovered borderline.
I still don't know.
Was I ever crazy?
Maybe.
Or maybe life is.
I remember you.
Where are you going?
All right.
Crazy isn't being broken...
or swallowing a dark secret.
It's you or me...
amplified.
and enjoyed it.
you could be a child forever.
They were not perfect...
but they were my friends.
And by the '70s...
most of them were out...
living lives.
Some I've seen...
some never again.
But there isn't a day|"my heart doesn't fi"n"d them. "