Lana exits Briarcliff, seemingly defeated, past the crazies in the foyer. The camera then takes us on a journey, through the kitchen, past the solitary ward, down to the deepest, darkest corner of the asylum, behind what looks to be an old-school dungeon lattice. That's where Monsignor Howard has stashed Judy Martin. Out of sight, out of mind, Judy prays to the patron saint that bears her name, St. Jude, the saint of hopeless causes.
Finally, one more reminder of institutional evil before we wrap things up for the week: Lana has delivered her baby. Now, just because she wasn't willing to abort doesn't mean she's interested in raising little Ollie Thredson Junior herself. The plan is to give the baby up for adoption and her wishes were to never see the child upon delivery. Only the delivery nurse is an incompetent and she wakes Lana up because the child won't drink the formula. Or he's allergic, I guess... whatever. Apparently there were no contingencies for this in 1965 other than to wake up the recovering mother and ask her to nurse the baby she's giving up for adoption. Lana kind of can't believe she has to deal with this for one more minute, but she ultimately gives in and starts nursing, craning her neck towards the ceiling so she doesn't have to look at the child. The future Dylan Face. I guess this is where it supposedly began for him. Way to blame the ladies for the crimes of men.
Joe R can't even begin to imagine what two more episodes of this season can hold. He can be reached for lavish praise and nothing but at email@example.com.
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