Elsewhere, Dr. Arden hauls Anne Frank violently into his examination room. She's defiant, saying she knows who he is, while he yells back that she doesn't even know who SHE is. She asks if he's going to do the same thing to her as he did to those girls in Auschwitz. "I was never in Auschwitz," he says, grabbing her, "I'm from Scottsdale!" He strikes her down to the ground and goes to close the door and show her what really goes on in his lab. When he turns around though, she's pointing a gun at him -- she lifted it from the cops who were there earlier. (And the ... apparently haven't noticed yet or if they did, I guess they assumed they left it on the counter at Dunkin' Donuts rather than got it stolen by one of the many CRIMINALLY INSANE people at Briarcliff or maybe they did realize it but decided not to alert anyone right away because, hey, come 6 o'clock it's not their problem.) She calls him Hans Gruper again (tee hee) and orders him to confess. Instead, he charges at her, so she shoots him in the right thigh and he goes down. Anne Frank is not kidding around. This is some Inglourious Basterds-style avenging, but this is exactly the kind of show that can bear it. She spots the door to Arden's secret lab and demands the key. He spits at her, but she kicks at his wounded leg and threatens to shoot the other one, so he tosses the keys over. She opens the door... and finds Shelley, poor Shelley, crawling towards her. Boils on her skin. Teeth rotting out. Barely alive. "Kill me... " she croaks. Begs. Until next week...

Joe R still wishes the Creatures turned out to be mannimals. He can be reached for lavish praise and nothing but at joseph.reid21@gmail.com.

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