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Pull yourself together Teddy!
Pull yourself together!
It's just water.
It's a lotta water.
Come on.
- You okay boss?
- Yeah, I'm fine. I just... uh...
I just can't...
can't stomach the water.
- So, you're my new partner?
- That's right.
Not the best way to meet
with my head halfway down the toilet.
Doesn't exactly square with Teddy Daniels:
The man. The legend. I'll give you that.
The Legend?
What the hell you boys smoking
over there in Portland anyway?
Seattle.
I came from the office in Seattle.
How long have you been
with Marshals?
Four years.
So you know how small it is?
Yeah.
What about you?
You got a girl? Married?
I was.
She died.
- Jesus... I... I didn't...
- Don't worry about it.
There was a fire at the apartment
building, while I was at work.
Four People died.
It was the smoke that got her
not the fire. So...
- So that's important.
- I'm sorry Boss.
Where are my ***...
cigarettes?
Right here.
Have one of mine.
I could of sworn they were in my...
jacket when I got on.
Government employees
they can rob you blind.
Thanks.
They give you a briefing
about the institution before you left?
All I know is it's a mental hospital.
For the criminally insane.
Probably just folks
running around, hearing voices,
and chasing after butterflies,
they wouldn't need us.
- That's where we're headed?
- Yup.
The other side of the island
is rock bluffs...
all the way down to the edge
of the water.
The dock,
it's the only way on... or off.
We will be casting off
as soon as you two are ashore.
I'd appreciate
if you'd hurry up about it.
- Why?
- Storm's coming.
I've never seen
a marshal's badge before.
I'm Deputy Warden McPherson,
gentlemen.
Welcome to Shutter Island.
I'll be the one
taking you up to Ashcliff.
Your boys seem a little on edge
Mr. McPherson.
Right now, Marshal.
We all are.
Electrified perimeter.
How could you tell?
I've seen something like it before.
Alright. You gentlemen will be accorded
all the help we can give.
But during your stay
you will obey protocol.
- Is that understood?
- Absolutely.
The red brick bulding on my right
is ward A, the male ward.
Ward B, the female ward,
is the one your the left.
Ward C, is that building on the bluff.
An old civil war fort.
The most dangerous patients
are housed there.
Admittance to ward C is forbidden
without the written consent...
and physical presence
of both myself and Dr. Cawley.
Is that understood?
You act like insanity is catching.
You're hereby required
to surrending your firearms.
Mr. McPherson, we... we are
duly appointed federal marshals.
We are required to carry our firearms
with us at all times.
Executive order 319 of the
Federal Code of Penitentiaries states:
that when inside the penitentiary...
the offices of that institution
have final authority.
Gentlemen, you will not get
through this gate with your firearms.
Okay.
Now that the official stuff's done,
come on boys.
What do you say
we go find Dr. Cawley?
So, when did she escape?
This prisoner?
I'm afraid that Dr. Cawley
will have to fill you in on the situation.
Protocol.
Correctional officers
at a mental institution.
That's a weird sight,
if you don't mind me saying.
It's the only facility
of it's kind in the U.S.
Even in the world. We take only the
most dangerous, damaged patients.
Ones no other hospital can manage.
And it's all due to Dr. Cawley.
He's created something
really unique here.
It's a hospital for people our society
normally don't want to put up with...
...probably as far as... uh,
Johns Hopkins they have it...
ID's, gentlemen.
Show your badges, gentlemen.
Dr. Cawley's been consulted
numerous times...
- by Scotland Yard, MI5, the OSS...
- Why?
What do you mean?
What do intelligence agencies
wanna consult a psychatrist about?
I guess you'll have to ask him.
- Marshal Daniels.
- Doctor.
Marshal Aule.
Thank you deputy warden,
that will be all.
Yes, sir.
Pleasure, gentlemen.
He had a lot to say about you.
McPherson is a good man.
He believes in the work we do here.
And what would that be exactly?
A moral fusion between
law and order and clinical care.
Pardon me Doc...
a what between what and what?
Those paintings are quite accurate.
It used to be the kind of patients
we deal with here were...
shackled and left in their own filth.
They were beaten.
As if whipping them bloody
would drive the psychosis out.
We drove screws into their brains.
We submerged them in icy water
until they lost consciousness, or...
even drowned.
- And now?
- We treat them.
Try to heal, try to cure.
And if that fails,
at least we provide them...
with a measure of comfort
in their lives. Calm.
These are all...
- violent offenders, right?
- Right.
They've hurt people.
- Murdered them in some cases.
- In almost all cases. Yes.
Then personally Doctor, I'd have to say
screw their sense of calm.
It's my job to treat my patients
not their victims. I'm not here to judge.
- So this... female prisoner...
- Patient.
Excuse me, patient.
One... Rachel Solando,
Escaped sometime
in the last 24 hours.
Last night
between 10 and midnight.
- Is she considered dangerous?
- You could say that.
She killed all 3 of her children.
She drowned them in the lake
behind her house.
She took them out one by one and
held their heads under until they died.
Then she brought them back inside and
arranged them around the kitchen table.
She ate a meal there
before a neighbor dropped by.
And what about the husband?
He died. On the beaches of Normandy.
She is a war widow.
She starved herself
when first she came here.
She insisted
the children weren't dead.
Sorry doctor. You don't happen
to have an aspirin? Do you?
Prone to headaches, marshal?
Sometimes, but today I'm a...
- little more prone to seasickness.
- Ahh, dehydration...
- You alright boss?
- Yeah.
In that case you're quite right.
The simpler the better.
Thank you so much.
Rachel still believes
the children are alive.
She also believes this place
is her home in the Berkshires.
You're kidding me.
She never once in 2 years acknowledged
that she is in an institution.
She believes we're all...
deliveryman, milkman,
postal workers.
To sustain the illusion
that her children never died,
she's created
an elaborate fictional structure.
She gives us all parts to play
in that... fiction.
So, have you... you searched
the grounds yet?
The warden and his men
scoured the island,
not a trace.
What's more disturbing is,
we don't know how
she got out of her room.
It was locked from the outside
and the only window is barred.
It's as if she evaporated
straight through the walls.
Brought her right back here
after group therapy, locked her in.
I came back for a midnight round
and she was gone.
Seriously doctor, how is it possible
that the truth never gets through to her?
I mean,
she's in a mental institution, right?
Seems like something
you'd notice from time to time.
How many pairs of shoes
are the patients given?
Two pair.
Sanity is not a choice,
marshal,
You can't just choose
to get over it.
So...
she left here barefoot?
Come on Doc, she couldn't get
10 yards in that terrain.
Marshal?
Well, this is definitely
Rachel's handwriting.
I have no idea
what the "law of 4" is, though.
It's not a psychiatric term?
I'm afraid not.
Who is 67?
*** if I know!
I'd have to say that's quite close
to my clinical conclusion.
So you think
it's random scribblings?
Oh no, not at all. Rachel is smart.
Brilliant in fact.
- This paper could be important.
- Excuse me Doctor, but...
- we have to hold onto this.
- Of course.
And you say
she had to come through here.
After lights out,
the orderlies play cards in here.
Last night there were 7 men...
sitting at the base of those stairs
playing stud poker.
Yet, somehow Rachel managed
to slip past them.
- Why?
- How?
She turns invisible?
Doctor, we're gonna need access to
personnel files of all the medical staff.
The nurses, the guards, the orderlies.
Anyone who was working then.
I'll take your request
under consideration.
This is not a request, Doctor.
This is a federal facility
and a dangerous prisoner...
- Patient.
- Patient...
has escaped now.
You will comply...
All I can say is
that I will see what I can do.
Doctor, we're gonna need to speak
with the staff, do you understand?
I'll assemble them
in the common room after dinner.
If you have any further questions...
feel free to join the deputy warden
in the search.
It's 11 miles to the nearest land
and the water is freezing.
The current was strong last night.
The tide pushing in.
If she had drowned
or been crushed on the rocks,
then her body would've washed
back up onshore.
What about those caves down there,
have you checked them?
No way she could get there.
The base of those cliffs are covered
in poison ivy, live oak, sumac...
and a thousand plants with thorns
as big as my ***.
You said it yourself marshal,
she's got no shoes.
All right!
Let's check the other side!
- What's that tower?
- It's an old lighthouse.
The guards
already searched inside it.
- What's in there? More patients?
- Sewage treatment facility.
It's getting dark soon.
I'm calling this off for the night.
Let's go, boys!
- You were on watch on the landing, huh?
- Yeah.
Can't nobody get in or out of their room
in that corridor without me seeing.
Okay, Rachel Solando,
who else does she have to pass
to get down here?
Me.
Glen Miga.
- Sir, I didn't see nothing.
- And you were at your post all night?
Yes. But I didn't see a thing.
Glen.
Glen.
Tell me the truth.
I...
I maybe...
went to the bathroom.
- What? You breached protocol? Christ...
- I wasn't gone more than a minute.
All right, let's back up here.
Let's all just back up.
Miss Solando was put in her room
for lights out.
Does anybody here know
what she did before that?
Anyone?
Come on. Anyone.
Anyone. Anyone. Anyone.
She was in a group therapy session.
Huh.
Did anything unusual occur?
Define "unusual".
- Excuse me.
- It's a mental institution, marshal.
For criminally insane.
I will rephrase.
Did anything happen last night
during group therapy, that was more...
- let's say, more memorable than...
- Normal?
Exactly!
No. I'm sorry.
Did Miss Solando say anything
during group therapy?
She was worried about the rain.
And she hated the food here.
Complained constantly.
Last night included.
So... you were there.
Was there a doctor present?
Yes. Dr. Sheehan
led the discussion.
Dr. Sheehan?
Yes.
He was running the session.
He's Rachels's "primary".
The psychiatrist
who directly oversees her care.
Hm...
We're gonna need to speak
with Dr. Sheehan.
I'm afraid that won't be possible.
He left on the ferry this morning.
His vacation was already planned.
He'd putting it off too long.
You're in a state of lockdown.
A dangerous patient has escaped...
and you let her primary doctor
leave on vacation?
Of course, he's a doctor.
Do you have the phone number
for where he's gone?
Hello? Hello?
Hello?
Anybody there?
I'm sorry sir, but its all down.
All the lines.
The storm's hitting the mainland
like a hammer.
If you get it working,
come find me immediately.
The marshalls need to make
an important call.
Yes, sir.
I'm afraid I have evening rounds
in the wards,
but I'll be having drinks and a cigar
at my house around... nine...
if you'd care to drop by.
Good, we can talk then, right?
We have been talking, marshal.
Gotta say, I'm thinking I got
into the wrong line of public service.
It is a little overwhelming.
it was constructed during the Civil War
The same time as the military fort
housing ward C.
This is the original commander's quarters.
When Uncle Sam got the bill
the commander was court-martialed.
I can see why.
Nice music. Who is that? Brahms?
No.
It's Mahler.
Quite right, marshal.
Forgive me, gentlemen...
My colleague, Dr. Jeremiah Naehring.
"Quartet for Piano and Strings
in A minor"
- Your poison, gentlemen?
- Rye, if you've got it.
- Soda and ice please, thanks.
- Oh...
you don't indulge in alcohol?
Hm.
I'm surprised.
Isn't it common for men in your
profession to imbibe?
Common enough.
In yours?
- I'm sorry?
- Your profession, doctor.
- Psychiatry.
- Yes.
I've always heard it was overrun
with boozers and drunks.
Not that I've noticed.
What's that?
Iced tea in your glass there?
Excellent marshal.
You have outstanding
defense mechanisms.
You must be quite adept
at interrogations,
Hmm?
Men like you... are my specialty.
You know?
Men of violence.
Now, that's a hell
of an assumption to make.
No assumption. Not at all.
You misunderstand me,
I said...
you are men of violence...
I'm not accusing you of being...
violent... men. That's quite different.
Please, please,
edify us, doctor.
You both served overseas, right?
Not much of a stretch, Doc.
For all you know, we were both
paper pushers over there.
No, you were not.
Since the schoolyard,
neither of you has ever...
walked away
from a physical conflict.
Not because you enjoy it,
but because...
retreat isn't something
you considered an option.
- We weren't raised to run, Doc.
- Ahh, yes...
Raised...
- and who raised you, marshal?
- Me?
Wolves.
Very impressive
defense mechanisms.
Do you believe in God, marshal?
I'm quite serious.
That's rubbish.
You ever...
seen a death camp, doctor?
[In German]
A Concentration Camp? No?
Well, I... I was there,
for the Liberation of Dachau.
Your English is very good,
almost flawless.
His English is very good. You hit
the consonants a tad hard, though.
You're a German?
- Is legal immigration a crime, marshal?
- Oh I don't know doctor, you to tell us.
Now listen, we're gonne need those files
on Sheehan and the rest of staff as well.
No personnel files
will be released for you. Period.
- We're gonna need those files.
- Out of the question.
***, out of the question!
***!
Who the hell's in charge here anyway,
huh? Huh?
Dr. Naehring acts as liaison
to our board of overseers.
He relayed your request
and it's been refused.
Refused?
They don't have the authority to refuse.
And neither do you, sir.
Marshal, continue your investigation
and we will do all we can to help.
This investigation is over.
We're gonna file our reports
and hand it over to...
- Hoover's boys.
- Hoover's boys, that's right.
We'll be taking the ferry back
in the morning.
Come on, Chuck.
Nice night.
You'll be bunking
in the orderlies quarter.
Hey boss?...
We really packing it in?
Why?
I guess, I dunno, I just...
never really quit anything before.
We haven't heard the truth
once yet, Chuck.
Listen. Rachel Solando didn't slip out of
a locked cell barefoot without any help.
I think she had a lotta help.
Maybe Cawley's sitting up
in his mansion right now,
rethinking his whole attitude.
- Maybe in the morning...
- You're bluffing?
I didn't say that.
I found a whole stack of these, Teddy.
Jesus, are you ever sober anymore?
I killed a lotta people in the war.
Is that why you drink?
Are you real?
No.
She's still here.
Who?
Rachel?
She never left.
Remember when we stayed
in the cabin in the summer, Teddy?
We were so happy.
She's here.
You can't leave.
I'm not gonna leave.
I love you so much.
- I'm just bones in a box, Teddy.
- No.
I am.
You have to wake up.
I won't go.
You're here.
I'm not.
You have to face that.
But she is.
And so is he.
Who?
Laeddis.
I have to go.
Please...
No! Please..
just let me hold you.
- Just a little bit longer.
- Oh, Teddy...
You have to let me go.
I can't.
Ain't gonna be no ferry in this ***.
Doctor.
Doctor, doctor.
We need to interview the patients who
were in Rachel's group therapy session.
I thought your investigation
was finished?
It's not like we can take the ferry.
Now was Rachel receiving
any other treatment for her illnesses?
Do you know the state of the mental
health field these days, gentlemen?
No. Not a clue doctor.
War.
The old school believes
in surgical intervention.
Psychosurgery. Procedures
like the trans-orbital lobotomy.
Some say the patients
become reasonable, docile.
Others say they become zombies.
- And the new school?
- Psycho pharmacology.
A new drug has just been approved
called Thorazine.
Which relaxes psychotic patients.
You could say it tames them.
- And which school are you in, Doc?
- Me?
I have this radical idea
that if you treat a patient with respect,
listen to him,
try and understand,
you just might reach him.
- These patients?
- Even these.
What should be a last resort
is becoming a first response.
Give them a pill, put them in a corner,
and it all goes away.
Rachel Solando
was on a combination of drugs...
meant to keep her from becoming violent,
but it was only intermittently effective.
The greatest obstacle to her recovery
was her refusal to face what she had done.
"Was".
Is there a reason you keep referring to
your patient in the past tense, doctor?
Look outside, marshal.
Why do you think?
Next up is Peter Breen, assaulted his
father's nurse with a broken glass.
Nurse survived, but her face
was permanently disfigured.
I can't wait.
She'd smiles at me.
She was so sweet.
But... I could see it in her eyes.
She liked to be naked...
to suck ***.
Okay, Mr. Breen.
And then she asked me
if she can have a glass of water?
Alone in the kitchen?
Like that's no big deal?
- Why was that a big deal?
- It was obvious.
She wanted me to pull out my thing
so she could laugh at it.
Mr. Breen,
we need to ask you
some questions, okay?
When I cut her she screamed.
But...
She scared me.
What did she expect?
Interesting.
But we're here to talk about
Rachel Solando, okay?
Rachel Solando...
you...
you know that she drowned
her own kids?
She drowned her kids!
This is... this is a sick *** world
we live in. I'll tell you that...
but you know what?
They should be gassed.
All of 'em... the... the...
the retards, the killers...
the ***. You kill your own kid?
Gas the ***!
Would you... stop that?
- A nurse?
- Please. Stop that.
A nurse maybe...
maybe she had kids, huh?
A husband...
just trying to make ends meet,
to lead a... normal life...
And it says in your file
that... uh...
you tore her face off,
didn't you?
Congratulations, no more normal
for her, not ever again, no.
Do you know
what she was afraid of?
You.
Could you stop that, please?!
Stop that!
Please... stop!
Do you know a patient
named Andrew Laeddis?
- Do you?
- No!
- I wanna go back.
- Take him!
Now, I'll never get out of here.
I'm not sure that I should.
Excuse me for saying this,
- Miss Kearns...
- Mrs.
Mrs. Kearns.
But you seem quite...
quite normal, I mean in...
comparison
to the other patients here.
Well, I have my dark days
I... suppose everybody does.
The difference is that most people
don't kill their husbands with an axe.
Oh...
Although personally I think
if a man beats you and...
*** half the women he sees and...
no one will help you,
axing him isn't the least
understandable thing you can do.
Maybe you shouldn't get out.
What would I do if I did?
I don't know the world anymore.
They say there are...
bombs that can reduce whole
cities to ash...
and... uh, what do you call
"televisions"...
voices and faces
coming from a box.
I hear enough voices already.
What can you tell us about Rachel?
Um...
Not much, she... she...
keeps to herself. She...
believed her kids were alive.
She thought she was still living
in the Berkshires...
and we were all her neighbours,
the...
- the milkman, postmen...
- Deliveryman.
And Dr. Sheehan
was there that night?
Yes. Um...
He talked about anger.
Tell me about him...
what's he like?
I think he's... uh...
okay, nice... um...
Not *** the eyes
as my mother would say.
Did he ever make a pass at you?
No.
No, Dr. Sheehan is a good doctor,
he would never...
Um...
Could I... could I
have a glass of water, please?
No problem.
Thank you, marshal.
I have just one more
question for you Mrs. Kearns.
Did you ever meet a patient
named Andrew Laeddis?
No.
Never heard of him.
She was coached.
She used practically the same words
as Cawley and the nurse.
- Like she was told exactly what to say.
- Who's Andrew Laeddis?
You asked every one of those patients
back there about him. Who is he?
What the hell, boss, I'm your partner
for the Christ's sake!
We just met, Chuck.
You've been on the beat
a long time.
You got a duty, got a career.
What I'm doing,
it's not exactly by the book.
I... uh, I don't give a damn
about "by the book", boss...
I just wanna know
what the hell is going on.
When this case
came over the wires,
I requested it specifically.
Do you understand?
Why?
Andrew Laeddis...
was the maintenance man...
in the apartment building
where my wife and I lived.
Okay.
He was also a firebug.
Andrew Laeddis lit the match,
that caused the fire
that killed my wife.
Let 'em out!
What happened to Laeddis?
Got away with it.
Laeddis got away with it and disappeared.
About a year ago, I opened up
the newspaper and there he is.
Ugly looking son of a ***.
He had a scar from his right temple
down to his left lip.
Eyes different colors.
Not the type of face you forget.
He'd burned down a schoolhouse.
Killed 2 people.
He said voices told him to do it.
First he was sent to prison
and then he was transferred here.
- Then what?
- Then, nothing.
He vanished like he never existed.
No record whatsoever.
I'm sure he's not in ward B,
that leaves ward C.
Or he could be dead.
So could Rachel Solando for that matter.
Lotta places to hide a body here.
Only one place
no one really knows.
That patient, Bridget Kearne,
when she sent me for water,
she said something to you
back there, didn't she?
No.
Come on boss!
She wrote it.
Boss!
We gotta get indoors, it's turning
into *** Kansas out here...
- All right.
- Go! Go!
Watch out!
Jesus!
Come on! Let's go!
Jesus Christ!
Damn it!
- Are you okay boss?
- Yes. That's all right.
So... if Laeddis is here...
What're you gonna do about it?
I'm not here to kill Leaddis.
If it was my wife,
I'd kill him... twice.
When we got through the gates
at Dachau, the SS guards surrendered.
The commandant tried to kill himself
before we got there, but...
he...
he botched it.
Took him an hour to die.
When I went outside,
I saw all the bodies on the ground.
Too many to count.
Too many to imagine.
So yeah, the...
the guards surrendered, we took
their guns and we lined them up...
It wasn't warfare, it was...
it was ***.
Yeah, I've had enough of killing.
That's not why I'm here.
So, what is this all about?
After Laeddis vanished,
I started doing some checking
on Ashcliff.
A lotta people know about this place,
but no one wants to talk...
you know? It's like...
like they're scared or something.
You know this place is funded
by a special grant...
from the
House Un-American Activities Committee
HUAC? And how exactly
are we fighting the Commies...
from an island
in Boston Harbor?
By conducting experiments
on the mind.
At least that's my guess.
And you think thats going on in here?
Like I said, no one would talk, right?
Until I found someone
who used to be a patient here.
Guy's name is George Noyce.
Nice college kid.
Socialist.
He gets offered some money
to do a psych study.
- Guess what they were testing?
- Tooth paste?
So, he starts
seeing dragons everywhere.
He almost beats his professor to death.
Ends up here in Ashcliff... Ward C.
They released him after 1 year, right?
What does he do?
2 weeks on the mainland
he walks into a bar,
stabs 3 men to death.
His lawyer pleads insanity,
but Noyce... Noyce,
he stands up in the courtroom
and he...
he begs the judge,
for the electric chair.
Anywhere but a mental hospital.
Judge gives him life
in Dedham prison.
- And you found him?
- Yeah, I found him. Well, he's...
he's a mess.
But it's pretty clear
from what he tells me.
- What?
- They're experimenting on people here.
I don't know, boss.
- How do you believe a crazy guy?
- That's the beauty of it isn't it?
Crazy people they're the perfect subject.
They talk, nobody listens.
I stood at Dachau.
We... we saw what human beings are
capable of doing to each other, right?
For Christ sake we... we fought
a *** war to stop them,
and now I find out it may be
happening here? On our soil?
No.
So, what're you really here
to do, Ted?
I'm gonna get the proof,
I'm gonna go back and I'm gonna blow
the lid off this place.
That's it.
Wait a minute.
You started asking around
about Ashcliff.
Waiting for a chance to get out here
then suddenly they need a US marshal?
I got lucky. There was a patient escape,
it was the perfect excuse.
No, no, no boss.
Luck doesn't work that way.
The world doesn't work that way.
They got an electrified fence
around a septic facility.
Ward C is inside a Civil War fort?
A chief of staff with ties
to the OSS Funding from HUAC?
I mean, Jesus Christ! Everything about
this place stinks of government ops.
- What If they wanted you here?
- ***.
- You were asking questions.
- ***.
***?
We came here for Rachel Solando?
Where... where's one shred
of evidence she even existed?
There's no way they could've known
I'd be assigned to this case. No way...
While you were looking into them,
they were looking into you.
All they need to do
is fake an escape to get you here.
And now they have you.
Now they have us both, here, now.
Marshal, are you out here?
This is deputy warden McPherson.
Marshal!
How about that?
They found us, huh?
It's an island, boss.
They're always gonna find us.
I know you are in there...
We're getting off of this
*** island. You and me.
Come on!
- Come on!
- Go!
Get dried off.
Dr. Cawley wants to talk to you. Now!
And hurry up, this thing is turning into
a *** hurricane!
I dropped your suits off to be cleaned.
They should be ready by tomorrow.
That is if we all
don't wash away first.
Speaking of which, I'm afraid your, uh,
smokes they're pretty much done for.
So...
This is our only choice, huh?
Got something really nice in a
prison gray, if that don't work for you.
Now that you mention it,
these are just fine.
That's why I must repeat my insistence
that all ward C patients...
be placed in manual restraints.
If the facility floods, they'll drown.
You know that.
- That would take a lot of flooding.
- We are on an island,
in the middle of the ocean,
during a hurricane.
A lot of flooding
seems like a distinct possibility.
It's a gamble, Steven.
Say the power fails...
There's a backup generator.
And if that goes?
The cell doors will open.
Where are they going to go?
They can't just hop a ferry, scoot over
to the mainland and wreak havoc.
You're quite right.
They're far more likely
to wreak havoc right here on us.
If they're manacled to the floor,
they'll die.
That's 24 human beings.
You can live with that, can you?
Frankly, if it were up to me,
I'd put all 42 in wards A and B
in manual restraints as well.
- Excuse me! Excuse me.
- Marshal...
I... I'm sorry doctor,
I just have one quick question.
Yes, I will be with you
in a moment.
We spoke this morning
about Rachel Solando's note.
The law of 4, I loved that.
You said you had no idea what that
second line could refer to. Correct?
Who is 67?
Yes, I'm afraid I still don't.
- None of us do.
- Uh-huh.
Nothing comes to mind.
Nothing?
Because I believe
I just heard you say there were...
24 patients in ward C...
and 42 patients,
in wards A and B.
Which means, there's a total of what?
66 patients here in this facility.
That is correct, yes.
Then it seems that
Rachel Solando was suggesting...
that you have a
sixty-seventh patient, doctor.
- But I'm afraid we don't.
- This is ridiculous.
- What are you doing here?
- We're doing our *** job.
Didn't McPherson
tell you the good news?
No, what's the good news, doctor?
Rachel's been found.
She's here.
Safe and sound.
There is not a mark on her.
Who are these men?
Why are they in my house?
Police officers, Rachel.
They... have a few questions.
Ma'am.
There's been a sighting
of a known Communist...
subversive in this area
passing out literature.
Here?
In this neighborhood?
Yes, I'm afraid so.
Now, if you can tell us what you did
yesterday, where you were,
it would really help us
narrow our search.
Yes...
Well, I... um...
I made breakfast for Jim
and the children,
and then I...
packed Jim's lunch
and he left.
Then I sent the children
off to school.
And then...
I decided to take a long swim
in the lake.
I see...
And after that?
After that...
I thought of you.
I... I'm sorry, ma'am.
I... I don't know
what you're talking about.
Don't you know
how lonely I've been, Jim?
You're gone...
You're dead.
I cry every night.
How am I supposed to survive?
God.
Rachel...
it'll be all right.
I'm so sorry,
but...
everything's gonna be all right?
Okay?
I buried you.
I buried an empty casket.
Your body rained down lumps of flesh
splashing into the sea...
eaten by sharks.
My Jim is dead,
So. who the *** are you?
Who the *** are you?!
Who are you?! Who are you?!
This is not Jim!
I'm sorry about that. I...
I didn't want to interrupt, I thought
she might tell you something, but...
we found her
down by the lighthouse,
skipping stones.
We have...
no idea
how she got out there.
I shall have to ask you
to go down into basement.
There's food, water, and cots.
It's the safest place to be...
when the hurricane hits.
Are you all right?
You look pale.
I'm fine, it's just uh...
Boss, you okay?
It's just so...
so *** bright? Isn't it?
Photo sensitivity, headaches sometimes?
Marshal are you having a migraine?
I'll be alright.
- What's wrong with him, doc?
- Take these, marshal.
You'll sleep a couple of hours,
wake up clear as a bell.
- What's wrong with him?!
- He's having a migraine.
Imagine someone
sawed open your head...
filled it with razors
and shook it as hard as they could.
Take the pills, marshal.
- I don't... I don't want those pills.
- It'll stop the pain, marshal.
Take the pills.
And he'll need to lie down.
Oh Jesus!
Be careful.
All right.
Gonna be staying here.
You relax now.
- Who is that?
- Him?
That's the warden.
Don't you worry about him, alright?
Looks like an ex-military prick.
You know what? I ain't gonna argue
with you on that one.
You should have saved me.
You should have saved all of us.
Hey buddy.
Hey.
Laeddis.
Yeah.
Hi, buddy.
No hard feelings, right?
No hard feelings.
Little something for later.
Because I know
how much you need it.
Clock's ticking, my friend.
We're running outta time.
Give me a hand here.
I...
I could get into trouble.
I'm dead?
I'm so sorry.
Why didn't you save me?
I tried, I wanted to,
but by the time I got there,
it was too late.
See?
Aren't they beautiful?
Why are you all wet, baby?
Laeddis isn't dead.
He isn't gone.
He's still here.
I know.
We need to find him, Teddy.
You need to find him
and you kill him dead.
Shhh...
It's okay.
Shhh...
- Let's do it again!
- Alright.
The generator is flooded.
You're okay boss?
This *** migraine!
The back up generator's failed.
The whole place is gone crazy.
What you wanna do?
Christ!
No, no, no!
Put it down.
Now! Put it down!
I think the whole
electrical system is fried?
I'd say
it's a good possibility, hm?
All the electronic security...
fences, gates, the doors.
Come on.
Nice day for a stroll
don't you think?
To ward C
for example.
Come on.
Maybe we'll run into
Andrew Leaddis.
The guy I told you about,
George Noyce?
He told me this is where
they keep the worst ones.
The guys even the other inmates
are scared of.
Did Noyce give you anything
on the layout?
Not really.
All he remembered was people screaming
day and night and no windows.
And iron bars everywhere.
Jesus Christ!
First time
on ward C, huh?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, yeah...
- We heard stories, uh...
- Trust me, son. You haven't heard ***.
We got most of the bugsies
locked down now,
but some of them are still loose.
If you see one
don't try to restrain 'em yourselves.
These *** will kill you.
We're clear?
Alright. Get your *** movin' then.
Go on.
He's here.
Laeddis.
I can feel him.
Whoa...
Tag! You're it.
Ted!
Hey!
Wait!
Ted?
Listen to me!
Listen!
I don't wanna leave here, alright?
I mean, why would anybody want to?
We hear things here.
About the outside world.
About Atolls.
About the H-bomb tests.
You know how
a hydrogen bomb works?
- With... Hydrogen?
- That's funny.
- Boss!
- Other bombs explode, right?
But not the hydrogen bomb.
It implodes.
Creating an explosion
to the thousandth the millionth degree.
- Do you get it?
- Yeah. Yeah.
- Do you?
- I get it!
Let 'em go!
No!
No.
No!
What are you doing?
Jesus Christ, Teddy.
Jesus!
You got Billings?
What's the... ***'s the matter
with you guys?
We're here to catch them,
not kill them!
He jumped us.
You, give me a hand with him.
I'm gonna get him to the infirmary.
*** it!
No! Not you, not you.
Take a walk.
Come on!
Cawley's gonna have
my *** balls for this..
Laeddis...
Laeddis...
Please...
Oh my God!
Stop me.
Before I kill more.
Laeddis ...
Go!
Please, please!
Laeddis ...
You told me I'd be free of
this place.
You promised.
You lied.
Laeddis?
Laeddis?
That is pretty damn funny.
- Your voice...
- Don't you recognize it?
After all the talks we had?
After all the lies you've told me?
Let me see your face.
They say I'm theirs now.
They say I'll never leave here.
Your match is about to go out.
- Let me see your *** face now!
- Why?
So you can lie to me more?
- This isn't about the truth!
- Yes it is.
- It's about exposing the truth.
- It's about you!
And Laeddis.
That's all it's ever been about.
I was incidental.
A way in.
George?
George Noyce?
No, it's not possible,
You can't be here.
Do you like it?
Who did this to you, George?
You did!
What the hell do you mean?
The more you talk,
with your *** talk...
and I'm back in here
because of you!
George, I how did they get you
out of Dedham, huh?
How did this happened? I'm gonna find
a way to fix this. You understand me?
I'll never get out now.
I got out once,
but not twice, never twice.
- Tell me how they got you here?
- They knew!
Don't you get it?
Everything you were up to.
Your whole plan.
This is a game.
All of this... is for you.
You're not investigating anything.
You're a *** rat
in a maze.
George...
- George, you're wrong... you're wong.
- Oh...
really?
Been alone much
since you got here?
Well, I've been with my partner.
You ever work
with him before, have you?
No, he's a...
he's a US Marshal.
He's never worked
with you before, has he?
George, look...
I know people.
I trust this man.
Then, they've already won.
Oh, ***!
They're gonna...
take me to the lighthouse.
They're gonna cut
into my brain.
And I'm only here...
because of you!
George, I'm gonna get you outta here.
You're not going in the lighthouse.
You're not.
You can't dig up the truth
and kill Laeddis at the same time.
But you do gotta make a choice here.
You understand that, don't you?
- I'm not here to kill anyone.
- Liar!
I not gonna kill him!
I swear to you... I swear!
She's dead.
Just let her go...
Let her go.
Tell him Teddy...
Tell him why.
You gotta it.
There's no other way.
- Let her go.
- Tell him about the day...
- you brought me my locket.
- You gotta do it!
How I told you my heart was breaking.
And you asked me why?
She's...
she's *** with your head.
And I told you
it was from happiness.
She's gonna kill you.
She's gonna kill you.
Do you wanna uncover the truth?
You gotta let her go.
- I can't.
- You have to let her go!
I can't!
I can't.
Then you'll never leave
this island.
Dolores?
He's not in this ward.
He was transferred...
Outta here.
If he's not in ward A,
there's only one place he can be...
The lighthouse.
Hey!
God help you.
Boss, we got problems, McPherson
and Cawley are in the building.
They heard an orderly
went batshit on a patient,
They're looking all over the place
for him.
They're on the way to the roof.
Let's get the hell outtahere.
This way.
Just keep going.
We belong here
- What happened to you?
- What do you mean?
Where were you?
After we got that guy
to the infirmary,
I took a little detour
to patient records.
Did you ever find Laeddis?
No.
- No. I never found him.
- Well, I've got the next best thing.
His intake form.
It was the only thing in his file.
No session notes. No incident reports.
No photographs... just this.
It was weird.
Here, take a look.
I'll look at it later.
What's the matter, boss?
I'll take a look at it later,
that's all.
Ashcliff's that way.
I'm not going to Ashcliff.
I'm going to that lighthouse.
I'm gonna find out what the ***
is happening on this island.
There it is.
Damn!
We're too far South.
We're gonna have to double back.
There's no way
we could cross those rocks.
There could be a way
behind those trees.
Maybe... maybe a path
that goes around the rocks...
and leads over to the lighthouse.
- Come on.
- What are we doing?
We got the intake form.
It proves there's a 67th patient...
which they said repeatedly
doesn't exist.
I'm getting to that lighthouse.
Do you understand?
What the hell can I say to you
to stop you?
Why... why would you
want to, Chuck? Why?
Because climbing down there
when it's dark...
is a thin step short
of suicide. That's why.
Okay.
Maybe you better
sit this one out then.
You brought me into this, boss.
And now we're trapped here...
on this rock,
on this island.
Without no one to rely on
but eachother...
- and now you're acting like...
- Like what? Like what?
How am I acting?
What the hell happened
back there in those cells, Ted?
What do you think
the weather is like in Portland, Chuck?
I'm from Seattle.
Seattle?
I'm going on...
alone.
I'm going with you, boss.
I said alone.
Fine.
Damn it!
Damn it!
I knew it wouldn't take long.
But I couldn't get to it. The tide was up.
Chuck!
Chuck!
Come on!
Chuck!
Where are you, Chuck?
Chuck!
Chuck!
Who are you?
I'm Teddy Daniels.
I'm a cop.
You're the marshal.
That's right.
Would you mind...
taking your hand
from behind your back, please?
Why?
Why?!
I wanna make sure what
you're holding won't hurt me.
I'm gonna keep this...
If you don't mind.
Fine by me.
You're Rachel Solando.
The real one.
Did you kill your children?
I never had children.
I was never married.
And before I was a patient
in Ashcliff, I worked here.
You...
you were a nurse?
I was a doctor, marshal.
You think I'm crazy?
- No, no, I...
- And if I say I'm not crazy ...
well that hardly helps, does it?
That's the Kafkaesque genius of it.
People tell the world you're crazy...
and all your protests to the contrary,
just confirms what they're saying.
I'm...
I'm not following you.
I'm sorry.
Once you are declared insane,
then anything you do is called
a part of that insanity.
Your reasonable protests
or denial.
Valid fears, paranoia.
Survival instincts are...
defense mechanisms.
You're smarter than you look, marshal.
That's probably not a good thing.
Tell me something...
Yeah...
Wha... what happened to you?
I started asking about these large
shipments of sodium-anatol...
- an ***-based hallucinogens.
- Psychotropic drugs.
I asked about the surgeries, too.
Ever heard of
"trans-orbital lobotomy"?
They zap the patient
with electroshocks,
then go through the eye
with an ice pick...
pull out some nerve fibers.
Makes the patients
much more obedient.
Tractable.
It's barbaric.
Unconscionable.
Do you know how pain
enters the body, marshal? Do you?
- Depends on where you're hurt.
- No...
it has nothing to do with the flesh.
The brain controls pain.
The brain controls fear, empathy,
sleep, hunger, anger, everything.
What If you could control it?
- The brain?
- Re-create a man,
so he doesn't feel pain,
or love, or... or sympathy.
A man who can't be interrogated
because he has no memories to confess.
You can never take away
all of man's memories.
Never.
Marshal, the North Koreans
used American POWs...
during their brainwashing experiments.
They turned soldiers into traitors.
That's what they are doing here.
They're creating ghosts
to go out in the world.
And do things sane men...
sane men never do.
To have that kind of ability,
that kind of knowledge.
That... would take years.
Years of research,
hundreds of patients to experiment on.
50 years from now,
people will look back and say...
"Here... this Place"
this where it all began.
The Nazis used the Jews.
Soviets used prisoners
in their own gulags, and we...
we tested patients,
on Shutter Island.
No, they won't...
No.
You do understand...
- that they can't let you leave?
- What? I'm a federal marshal...
they can't stop me.
I was an esteemed psychiatrist,
from a respected family.
It didn't matter.
Let me ask you...
any past traumas in your life?
Yes. But why... why would...
why would that matter?
Because they can point
to some event in your past...
and say is the reason
you lost your sanity.
So that when they
commit you here...
your friends and colleagues...
will say, "Of course he cracked".
"Well...
"who wouldn't,
after what he been through".
They can say that about anyone,
anyone at all.
The point is
that they'll say it about you.
How's your head?
- My head?
- Any funny dreams lately?
Trouble sleeping?
- Any headaches?
- I...
I am prone to migraines.
- Yes.
- Jesus!
You haven't taken any pills,
have you?
- I mean even aspirin?
- They hit the aspirins?
Jesus!
And you... you ate the food in the
cafeteria and drank coffee they gave you.
You tell me at least that
you've been smoking your own cigarettes.
No... no.
No. I haven't.
It takes 36 to 48 hours
for neuroleptic narcotics...
to reach workable levels
in the blood stream.
Palsy comes first.
First the fingertips and then eventually
the whole hand.
Seen any walking nightmares lately,
marshal? Huh?
Tell me what goes on
in that lighthouse?
Tell me.
Brain surgery.
Let's open the skull and see
what happens if we pull on "this kind".
We learned it
from the Nazi's "this kind".
This where they create the ghosts.
Who knows about this?
On the island I mean. Who?
Everyone.
Oh come on. The nurses?
The... the orderlies?
- They couldn't possibly know...
- Everyone.
You can't stay here.
They think I'm dead,
that I drowned.
I'm afraid if they come looking for you,
they might find me.
I'm sorry, but you have to go.
I'm gonna come back for you.
I won't be here. I move during the day.
new places every night.
But I could come get you
off of this island.
Haven't you heard a word
I've said?
The only way off the island is the ferry
and they control it.
You'll never leave here.
I...
I had a friend.
I was with him yesterday,
but we got separated.
Have you seen him?
Marshal...
You have no friends.
There you are.
We've been wondering
when you'd show up.
Have a seat.
Come on.
Taking a leisurely stroll?
Were we?
I was... uh, just...
just looking around.
Did you enjoy
God's latest gift?
- What?
- God's gift.
The violence.
When I came downstairs in my home
and I saw that tree in my living room,
it reached down for me
like a divine hand.
God loves violence.
- I... I hadn't noticed.
- But I'm sure you have.
Why else would there be
so much of it?
It's in us.
That's what we are.
We wage war, we burn sacrifices,
and pillage and plunder...
and tear at the flesh
of our brothers...
and why? Because God
gave us violence to wage in his honor.
I thought God gave us moral order.
There is no moral order
as pure as this storm.
There's no moral order at all.
There's just this:
can my violence conquer yours?
- I'm not violent.
- Yes you are.
You're as violent as they come.
I know this because I'm as violent
as they come.
With the constraints of society,
we're lifted...
and I was all that stood
between you and a meal,
you would crack my skull with a rock
and eat my meaty parts.
Wouldn't you?
But Cawley thinks
you're harmless,
that you can be controlled,
but I know different.
- You don't know me.
- Oh, but I do.
- No, you don't.
- Oh, I know you.
We've known each other
for centuries.
If I was to sink my teeth
into your eye right now,
would you be able to stop me
before I blinded you?
Give it a try.
That's the spirit.
Where have you been?
Oh, I just... was wandering,
just looking at your island.
Oh, I forgot. You're leaving.
Now that Rachel has been found.
Sure. Yeah.
Big meeting?
Oh, yes ...
apparently there was an unidentified
man in ward C yesterday...
he subdued a highly
dangerous patient, quite handily.
Is that so?
It seems he had a long conversation with
a paranoid schizophrenic, George Noyce.
This Noyce,
you said his name was, he's... uh,
- delusional?
- Oh extremely. He can be quite upsetting.
As a matter of fact, 2 weeks ago,
a patient got so wound up...
by one of Noyce's stories
that he beat him up.
- Hmm...
- Cigarette?
Oh... No, thanks.
I quit.
So, you're taking the ferry?
Oh yes, absolutely. I uh...
I think we've gotten all
we came here for so.
"We" marshal?
Speaking of which. Have you...
- you seen him, Doctor?
- Who?
My partner, Chuck.
You don't have a partner, Marshal.
You came here alone.
You know, I've built something
valuable here...
and valuable things have a way of
being misunderstood in their own time.
Everyone wants a quick fix,
they always have.
I'm trying to do something that people,
yourself included, don't understand.
And I'm not going to give up
without a fight.
I can see that.
Hm...
So tell me again
about your partner.
What partner?
Marshal...
You're... going somewhere?
No, I'm just... uh,
heading out to the ferry.
- So...
- Oh, I'm afraid...
I'm afraid it's the other way.
If you wait a moment, I'll...
find you someone
who can take you to the dock.
What's this, doctor? Huh?
- What's this?
- It's just a sedative.
- It's a precaution.
- Oh, precaution?
What... what you're going to do?
Kill me? Marshal.
You think you deserve it?
For what?
For provoking you?
And, forgive me,
what doesn't provoke you?
Remarks...
- Words...
- Nazis!
Well that, too.
And of course, memories, dreams...
Did you know that the word "trauma"
comes from the Greek for "wound"?
And what is the German word
for "dream" "Traum".
Ein Traum.
Wounds can create monsters.
And you ...
you are wounded, marshal.
Wouldn't you agree,
when you see a monster...
you must stop it?
Yeah...
- I agree.
- Yes...
What're you doing, baby?
You gotta get to the ferry.
No.
No. No.
If the world thinks that Chuck is dead,
then he's perfect for their experiments.
There's only one place
they'd take him.
You go there
and you'll die.
He's my partner.
If they're hurting him,
if they're holding him against his will,
I've gotta bring him out.
I can't lose anyone else.
Don't go Teddy, please.
Please don't do this. Don't go.
I'm sorry, honey.
I love this thing
because you gave it to me...
but the truth is...
it's one *** ugly tie.
No!
Don't move!
Stay where you are!
Are you... gonna kill me?
No, I'm... uh,
I'm not gonna kill you.
Why are you all wet, baby?
- What did you say?
- You know exactly what I said.
The rifle's empty by the way.
Have a seat.
For god's sake dry off
you'll catch a cold.
Alright.
How badly did you hurt the guard?
I...
I don't know
what you're talking about.
Yes. He's here.
Have Dr. Sheehan take a good look
at your man before you send him up.
So, Dr. Shehan...
came in on the ferry
this morning, huh?
Not exactly.
You blew up my car.
I really loved that car.
Sorry to hear about that.
Tremors are getting
pretty bad, huh?
How are the hallucinations?
Get out of here, Teddy.
This place
is gonna be the end of you.
- Not bad.
- They'll get worse.
I know.
Dr. Solando...
she told me about neuroleptics.
Did she now?
And when was this?
I found the doctor,
in a cave out by the cliffs,
but... you'll never get to her.
I don't doubt it.
Considering she's not real.
Your hallucinations
are more severe than we thought.
You're not on neuroleptics.
You're not on anything
as a matter of fact.
Then what the *** is this?
Huh? What the *** is this?
Withdrawal.
With... withdrawal?
From... from... from what?
I haven't even had a *** drink
since I've been on this island.
Chlorpromazine.
I'm not a fan of pharmacology, but...
I have to say in your case...
- Clorpro... clorproma... what?
- Chlorpromazine.
The same thing we've been giving you
for the past 24 months.
So, for the past two years...
you... you've had somebody
slipping me drugs in Boston. Is that it?
Not Boston.
Here.
You've been here... for 2 years.
A patient of this institution.
After everything I seen here, doctor,
you... you really think,
you're gonna convince me I'm crazy, huh?
Do you know the kinda people
I deal with everyday?
I'm a U.S. marshal.
For Gods sake.
You were a U.S. marshal.
Here's a copy of your intake form.
You broke into ward C
for proof of the 67th patient...
If you'd gotten it to the mainland,
you could have
blown the lid off this place.
- Wait... wait... what?
- But somehow...
you couldn't find time
to look at it. Well read it now.
Go ahead.
The patient is highly intelligent,
highly delusional.
Decorated army veteran.
Present for the liberation of Dachau.
Former U.S. marshal.
Known proclivity for violence.
Shows no remorse for his crime
because he denies...
that the crime ever took place.
Highly developed and fantastical...
narratives which preclude
facing the truth of his actions.
I've had enough of this ***.
Where's my partner, huh?
Where's Chuck?
Where is he?
Let's try this another way.
Your wife's maiden name
was "Chanal". Am I correct?
- Don't you even talk about her!
- I'm afraid I have to.
Notice anything these 4 names
have in common?
It's your rule of 4.
- Andrew, what do you see?
- If you've done anything to my partner,
- doctor. That is a violation of...
- Focus, Andrew. What do you see?
The names...
have the same letters.
Edward Daniels has exactly
the same 13 letters...
as Andrew Laeddis.
The same as Rachel Solando...
and Dolores Chanal.
The names are anagrams
for each other.
Your tactics,
they're not gonna work on me.
You came here for the truth.
Here it is.
Your name is Andrew Laeddis.
The 67th patient at Ashcliff
is you, Andrew.
***.
You were committed here
by court order 24 months ago.
Your crime is terrible.
One you can't forgive yourself for.
So you invented another self.
Alright, let's get...
let's get down to the facts.
You've created a story in which
you're not a murderer, you are hero.
Still a U.S marshal.
Only here at Ashcliff
because of a case...
and you've uncovered a conspiracy...
so that anything we tell you
about who you are, what you've done...
- you can dismiss as lies, Andrew.
- My name is Edward Daniels.
I've been hearing this fantasy
for 2 years now. I know every detail.
Patient 67. The storm.
Rachel Solando.
Your missing partner.
The dreams you have every night.
You were at Dachau, But you may not
have killed any guards.
I wish I could... let you just live
in your fantasy world.
I really do.
But you're violent,
trained, dangerous.
You're the most dangerous patient
we have.
You've injured orderlies. Guards.
Other patients.
Two weeks ago
you attacked George Noyce.
No, no!
I'm *** on to you doctor!
- You had Noyce beaten.
- Of course I didn't.
Give me one reason
why I would even touch him.
Because he called you Laeddis...
and you do anything
not to be him.
I have a transcript of that conversation
you had with Noyce yesterday.
This is about you and Laeddis.
That's all it's ever been about.
No. No. He's saying
that it's about "me and Laeddis".
When you've asked him
what happened to his face, he said:
Now here I'm quoting again,
"You did this".
No, he meant it in a way
that it was my fault...
You almost killed him.
The warden
and the board of overseers...
are determined something be done.
It's been decided.
That unless, we can bring you back
to sanity now, right now,
permanent measures will be taken to
ensure you can't hurt anyone ever again.
They'll lobotomize you, Andrew.
Do you understand?
Yeah, I understand.
I think understand just fine.
But if... if I don't play along
with your little game here.
Dr. Naehring is gonna turn me
into one of his ghosts.
And what about my partner?
You... you're gonna tell
the U.S. marshal's office...
that he's a defense mechanism?
Hello, boss.
What the *** is going on here?
Hm?
Huh?
You're working for him?
I'm sorry.
There wasn't any other way.
Somebody had to stick with you.
Keep you safe.
You've been watching me, huh?
Watching me every minute.
Who... who...
who are you?
Who are you?
Tell me.
Don't you recognize me, Andrew?
I've been you primary psychiatrist
for the last two years.
I'm Lester Sheehan.
And... I told you...
I told you about my wife...
- I know.
- I climbed down a cliff to get you.
I trusted you.
I... I... I risked everything to come
in here after you. Everything!
I know, boss.
We're running
out of time here, Andrew,
I swore before the board of overseers
hat I could construct the most...
radical,
cutting edge role-play...
ever attempted in psychiatry
and it would bring you back.
I thought
if we let you play this out...
we could get you to see how...
untrue, how impossible it is.
You've had to run of the place
for two days.
Tell me,
where are the Nazi experiments?
The satanic O.R.'s?
Andrew, listen to me.
If we fail with you...
then everything we've tried to do here
will be discredited. Everything.
We're on the front lines
of a war here, old boy.
And right now,
it'll come down to you.
- Don't move! Don't move!
- Andrew...
- Andrew, no! No!
- My name is Edward Daniels.
This one's loaded.
I can tell by the weight.
I see, and that's your
firearm, marshal? You're sure?
My initials are on the side
and there's a dent in the barrel...
from when Philip Stacks
shot at me.
You're not gonna ***
with my mind on this one Doc.
Then blast away,
because that's the only way
you're ever getting off this island.
Andrew, please don't.
My gun...
what'd you do
to my *** gun.
It's a toy, Andrew.
We're telling you the truth.
Dolores was insane.
Manic-depressive. Suicidal.
You drank. Stayed away.
Ignored what everyone had told you.
You moved to that lake house
after she, purposely,
set your city apartment on fire.
Andrew! Andrew!
Stop it!
You're lying...
Andrew, your children.
Simon...
- Henry...
- I didn't have any children.
Your wife drowned them.
At the cabin by the lake.
And here, the little girl,
the one you dream of...
every night.
I never had a little.
The one who tells you over and over
that you should have saved her...
saved them all.
Your daughter...
her name was Rachel, are you
going to deny that she ever lived?
Andrew, are you?
I'm so sorry, baby...
I told you not to come in here.
I told you...
this would be the end of you.
I'm back.
We got him just outside of Oklahoma.
Must of stopped ten places...
in between here and Tulsa.
I could sleep for a week.
Dolores?
Dolores?
Dolores?
Dolores?
Baby...
Why are you all wet?
I missed you.
I wanna go home.
You are home!
Where are the kids?
Hm?
They're in school.
It's Saturday, honey.
School's not in on Saturday.
My school is.
Oh my God!
Oh my God!
Oh no, my God!
Oh my God, no!
Come on!
Come on!
No, no, please, God.
Please, God, no.
No!
No!
No!
No!
Let's put them at the ***.
We'll dry them off...
We'll change their clothes...
They'll be our living dolls. Huh?
Tomorrow we can take them
on a picnic.
If you ever loved me, Dolores...
please stop talking.
I love you.
You should set me free!
Oh, baby...
We'll give them baths...
- I love you, Dolores.
- I love you too.
- I love you so much, Dolores.
- And I love you. I love you...
Andrew...
Andrew, can you hear me?
Rachel!
Rachel, Rachel...
Rachel.
Rachel who?
Rachel... Rachel Laeddis...
My daughter.
Why are you here?
Because I killed my wife.
And why did you do that?
She murdered our children.
And she told me to let her go.
- Who is Teddy Daniels?
- He doesn't exist.
Neither does Rachel Solando.
I made them up.
Why?
We need to hear you say it.
After she tried to kill herself
the first time,
Dolores told me she...
she had an insect...
living inside her brain.
She could feel it...
clicking across her skull...
pulling the wires,
just for fun.
She told me that.
She told me but I didn't listen.
I loved her so much.
Why did you make them up?
Because I can't take knowing
that Dolores killed our children.
I killed them, because I...
didn't get her help.
I killed them.
Here's my theory, Andrew.
We... we broke through once before,
nine months ago,
and then you regressed.
- I don't remember that.
- I know.
You reset, Andrew.
Like a tape playing...
over and over on an endless loop.
I hope that what we've done
will be enough to stop it
from ever happening again but...
I need to know...
you've accepted reality.
You came after me,
huh, doctor?
You...
you tried to help me
when no one else would.
My name is Andrew Laeddis...
and I murdered my wife
in the spring... of '52.
How we're doing this morning?
Good.
And You?
Can't complain.
So what's our next move?
You tell me.
Gotta get off this rock,
Chuck.
Back to the mainland, whatever
the hell's going on here. It's bad.
Don't worry, partner,
they're not gonna catch us.
That's right.
We're too smart for 'em.
Yeah, we are.
Aren't we?
You know this place
makes me wonder.
Yeah? What's that boss?
Which would be worse?
To live as a monster...
or to die as a good man.
Teddy?