One Flew over the Cuckoo's Nest : A Play in Two Acts
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Comedy Drama / 13m, 4f / Int. w. inset. Kirk Douglas played on Broadway as a charming rogue who contrives to serve a short sentence in an airy mental institution rather in a prison. This, he learns, was a mistake. He clashes with the head nurse, a fierce artinet. Quickly, he takes over the yard and accomplishes what the medical profession has been unable to do for twelve years; he makes a presumed deaf and dumb Indian talk. He leads others out of introversion, stages a revolt so that they can see the world series on television, and arranges a rollicking midnight party with liquor and chippies. For one offense, the head nurse has him submit to shock treatment. The party is too horrid for her and she forces him to submit to a final correction a frontal lobotomy. Winner of the 2001 Outer Critics Circle Award for Outstanding Revival. "Cuckoo is captivating." - the New York Post "Scarifying and powerful." - the New York Times
Go right ahead! NURSE RATCHED. (Smiling.) Yes. We were just considering the matter of morale? DR. SPIVEY. Why, that's exactly what we were talking about! And I made the suggestion ... (I'o McMURPHY, puzzled:) ... or was it you? McMURPHY. Hell, no, it was your idea. DR. SPIVEY. I suggested - well, what would you think if we were to have a carnival? NURSE RATCHED. A ... carnival? DR. SPIVEY. (Beaming.) Right here on the Ward! Wouldn't it be fun? There could be games, booths, decorations ... what do
every time we take a pee. (Goes into the latrine.) NURSE RATCHED. (Examining the MEN thoughtfully.) Mr. Harding. HARDING. (Low.) Yes, Miss Ratched? NURSE RATCHED. Have you gentlemen been reasoning with Mr. McMurphy? HARDING. Yes, Miss Ratched. NURSE RATCHED. Just what did you say? HARDING. We ... explained the Therapeutic Community. NURSE RATCHED. I see. (She smiles.) That's fine, boys. (CROSS-FADE as people clear. LIGHTS go to night lighting on the empty Day Room. The Nurses' Station is faintly
you boys feel sorry for what you did? McMURPHY. I don't guess so, ma'am. So whatever you're goin' to do, get on with it. NURSE RATCHED. We had a meeting, Randle. The Staff agreed it might be beneficial if you were to receive shock therapy. But we won't - provided you are prepared to admit your mistakes. McMURPHY. You got a paper I can sign? NURSE RATCHED. A paper? McMURPHY. Yeah, then you could add some other things. Like how I'm part of a plot to overthrow the government, and how I think life on
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family jewels! HARDING. Miss Ratched! Why, she's like a mother, a tender motherMcMURPHY. Don't give me that tender-mother crap. She's a ball-cutter from way back. HARDING. (His talk speeds up, his hands dance and flutter, a wild puppet doing a high-strung dance.) Why, see here, my friend, my psychopathic sidekick, Miss Ratched is a veritable angel of mercy and - why, everybody knows it. She's unselfish as the wind, toiling thanklessly for the good of all, day after day, seven days a week. Why she