Maya Hawke credited as playing...
Robin Buckley
- Robin Buckley: We need to know how you survived that night.
- Victor Creel: Survived? Is that what you call this? Did I survive? No, I assure you, I am still very much in hell.
- Director Hatch: 3.9 GPAs. Both of you. Impressive.
- Nancy Wheeler: And this is a recommendation from Professor Brantley.
- Director Hatch: Yeah, I know Larry. Quite well, actually. Eh, you know what they say. "Those who can't do, teach."
- [chuckles]
- Nancy Wheeler: Uh, yes. Yes, that's what we're here actually. I mean, we can only learn so much in a classroom.
- Director Hatch: Hm. And I'm sympathetic to your struggle, truly. But there is a protocol to visiting a patient like Victor. You have to put in a request and then you have to undergo a screening process, at which point the board will make a decision.
- [pause]
- Director Hatch: I can see you're disappointed. But I'm more than happy to give you a tour of our facility. Perhaps you can even speak to some patients in our low-security wing.
- Nancy Wheeler: And we'd... we would love that. It's just that, um... our thesis is due next month.
- Director Hatch: And you're out of time. Who's fault is that?
- Nancy Wheeler: Ours. Absolutely. And I do apologize...
- Robin Buckley: Don't apologize, Ruth. Screw that. The fact of the matter is we did put in a request months ago and were denied and then we reapplied and were denied again and coming here was our last-ditch effort to save our thesis and I really... I can't breathe in this thing.
- Nancy Wheeler: [grinding her teeth] Uh, well, Rose, maybe you'd like to go outside and get some air.
- Robin Buckley: Maybe I should, Ruth!
- Nancy Wheeler: Mm-hmm.
- Robin Buckley: Because I'm starting to think that this whole thing is a colossal mistake. I'm breaking out in a rash, my boobs hurt, and I'll tell you the truth, Anthony. May I call you Anthony? These aren't actually my clothes. I borrowed them because I wanted you to take us seriously. Because nobody takes girls seriously in this field. They just don't. We don't look the part or whatever, but can I tell you a story? 1978, I was at summer camp, and my counselor Drew told me and everyone in Cabin C the true story of the Victor Creel massacre, and little Petey McHew- You know Petey, right, Ruth?
- Nancy Wheeler: Of... of course.
- Robin Buckley: Yeah. Little Petey McHew started sobbing right there on the spot, full-on hyperventilating and all the other campers, they couldn't sleep for weeks. And I couldn't sleep either, but not 'cause I was scared, because I was obsessed with the question, "What would drive a human being to commit such unimaginable acts?" Other kids, they wanted to be astronauts, basketball players, rock stars, but I wanted to be you. I wanted to be you, so forgive me if I'll now try anything in my power, including wearing this ridiculous outfit, if I might get the chance to speak to the man that ignited my passion and learn a little bit more about how his twisted, but let's face it, totally fascinating mind works. So yes, we don't have the official paperwork, but don't tell me that cry-baby Petey McHew wouldn't have gotten an audience with Victor in a matter of moments if he'd asked politely, because you and I both know that he would!
- [pause]
- Robin Buckley: So... ten minutes with Victor. That's all I ask.
- Robin Buckley: Hatch said that music can reach parts of the brain that words can't. So maybe that's the key, a lifeline. A lifeline back to reality. It's worth a shot.
- Nancy Wheeler: Okay. Could you just let me do the talking? If that's even possible?
- Robin Buckley: It's not only possible, it's inevitable.
