Hello.
Daddy! Daddy! Help me please!
Bingo.
Glad to see me?
I'm not sure I can trust you. Sorry.
Look, you called me.
You need The Legion's help. I'm helping you.
How do I know you're gonna help me?
I'm not the one that killed my partner.
I didn't kill Lou.
Look at me.
I didn't.
Okay.
Here's some fake I. D.s, a couple of credit cards.
Here's some fake IDs, a couple of credit cards.
That should last for a while.
Joe Doorman?
Hilarious.
I have two objects here:
your nail file and the pen.
Get rid of them. Do whatever you guys do.
Does this mean you're gonna join us?
Just tell me what you know about the prime object.
Most people think it's a myth.
Those who don't?
End up dead or crazy looking for it.
Why?
I need it to find my daughter.
You're gonna get yourself killed.
Joe.
Next.
I need my photos.
What's the last name?
Stritzke:
S-T-R-I-T-Z-K-E.
Oh, Mr. Stritzske's here.
Didn't you ever hear of digital?
12 bucks.
Hey!
What's going on?
Next time, have a little couth, huh?
Respond to possible Code 2 at Schenley Park.
Great.
Hey, watch it!
Stay in there!
He must have ditched the key.
We'll go back and check the alley again.
Damn.
Indestructible. No joke.
Marty?
Detective Lee.
Hi. Look, I'm sorry to make you go through this again,
but I'm still a little confused
about the order of events around Lou's murder.
I've already spoken to Internal Affairs.
I know. Bear with me.
I just have some questions of my own.
Who fired the first shot?
You're not on this case officially, are you?
No, no. I just want to understand.
I'm sorry, Lee. It's been a terrible week.
Helen hasn't been sleeping,
and quite frankly, neither have I.
If you've read the report, it should all add up.
The crime scene matches my description.
Forensically, yes.
I'm really tired.
You have to eat, hon.
I can't.
It's this house.
I can't stay in this house anymore, Marty.
Lou was murdered in the next room.
- Helen, please. - You saw Joe pull the trigger.
He almost killed you.
Helen, you have no idea what you're talking about!
I'm sorry, hon.
It's just...
What?
Don't get the phone.
What do you mean I have no idea?
- Martin. - I have to take it.
Hello?
Have you found us an object, Dr. Ruber?
I'm trying.
You had a chance to take the key. Did you take it?
It... It got away from me.
Bring us an object, and you'll be welcomed
into The Order with open arms.
- Do you understand? - Perfectly.
Look for Kang: K-A-N-G.
Kang.
Martin, who was that?
Martin!
Detective Miller.
I should thank you for exposing my security weaknesses.
I won't.
Bit of a sore loser.
Come on in.
Where's the key?
You can't have it.
But it's mine. I paid for it.
I gave someone money.
It's mine.
It was stolen from me.
That's a crime, Detective.
Or are you so far gone,
you no longer care about the law?
I guess not.
You broke in to my house, stole my clock.
You mind if I sit down?
Please.
My daughter went inside that room, the motel room...
and she's gone.
So I need the key to get her back.
How on Earth would you do that?
The prime object.
Whatever it is, I'm gonna find it.
How about I give you some advice instead?
Walk away.
You have no idea what you're getting yourself into.
You certainly don't know just how deep this well goes,
and that you will never climb out
unless you just walk away.
You done?
You've done me wrong, Detective Miller.
It's just that simple.
Men and women have died doing me wrong.
You're not getting the key.
You can muscle me all you want.
I have nothing to lose.
Take the coat. Let him go.
We have a lot in common, Detective.
I could have helped you.
Sorry about your daughter.
I really am.
Follow him?
No.
It's up to him now.
Thanks, buddy.
Mr. Kreutzfeld? He's back.
And bearing gifts.
The clock returns.
Thank you.
Maybe I can trust you after all.
The key stays with me, for now.
Why don't you tell me what you know about the prime object?
Can we start over?
As long as we don't begin with you shooting me in the back, yeah.
Fair enough.
Your first name's Joe. Can I call you that?
That's my name.
Mine's Karl.
Joe, how much do you know about the objects, their history?
Not a lot.
First known date of existence is May 4, 1961.
No one really knows how or why they came to be.
What we do know is that people have been
fighting over them ever since.
In the beginning, there was one cabal:
The Collectors.
They started gathering objects
before anyone else knew what was going on.
Within five years, they had gathered almost all of them:
damn near a hundred.
What happened then?
Well, they annihilated themselves, didn't they?
Most of them were killed. The rest simply went insane.
But a few of the surviving disciples
thought it best to gather the most important objects
and hide them in a vault.
I've spent a considerable amount of time
and a ridiculous sum of money
trying to find this vault.
I have no idea where it is,
but what I do know is that in order to get to it...
- You need the key. - Yes.
No offense, Karl.
I just want to find my daughter.
Yes, of course.
The prime object is what you need.
If it exists, it's inside the vault.
I have my own object I need from the vault: the glass eye.
They say it can repair all flesh.
What do you want it for?
This handsome young man is my son Isaac.
Hey, buddy, fell asleep watching the movie?
Yeah. Say hello to Joe.
Hi, Joe.
Hello, Isaac.
I was just telling him about our plans to cure you.
What's the name of your disease?
Leukemia.
That's the one, huh?
Go back to sleep, tough guy.
Perhaps now you see why I'm so desperate
and willing to do whatever it takes.
I, too, just want to save my child.
Maybe we can help each other.
The last possible surviving member of The Collectors
is a woman named Barbara Stritzke.
She's nearly impossible to find, or to kill,
because she has an almost unbeatable object:
the comb.
Oh! Oh, no! Oh, shoot!
Oh!
I'm so sorry! Did I scratch it?
- Who can tell? - I might have scratched it.
Let me see if I can give you something for the scratch.
No!
I'll be back.
Jennifer Bloom.
What do you want, Joe?
Well, I'm looking for somebody and I thought you could help me.
But am I interrupting something?
No, forget it. Who are you looking for?
I'm trying to find a woman named Barbara Stritzke.
So now you need my help?
You and Kreutzfeld. What a pair.
He's all right for a rich guy.
Under different circumstances, we could be friends.
Kreutzfeld used to be on our side.
He was Legion.
Quit a few years ago.
Started buying up objects like crazy.
He paid my partner $2 million
to betray The Legion and steal the key.
You really think you can trust a man like that?
His kid is dying.
And my daughter vanished inside that room.
I'm hoping we can help each other.
Don't be a sucker, Joe.
Hey, I will try every means necessary
to get my daughter back... every means.
All right.
I will help you find Barbara Stritzke.
But afterwards...
The Legion gets the comb.
All right. Deal.
What does the comb do?
It stops time.
Wait here.
Arjun Mehta. How may I help you?
Look out your window.
I've got Joe Miller in the car and he has the key.
You brought him here?
He doesn't know.
I can take the key now with your say-so.
He's more valuable if we recruit him to our side.
He won't join.
He thinks he can bring back his daughter
with the right objects.
We all think we can undo things in the beginning.
Remember?
Well, if we don't act now,
it could fall into Kreutzfeld's hands.
Stay close to him. Earn his trust.
Show him we're trying to help.
And, Jennifer...
Give him the Stritzke info, but stay with him.
I've got good news and bad news.
The good news is I have a lead on Barbara Stritzke.
She's in Michigan.
And what's the bad news?
It's Order territory. Deadly cabal to mess with.
Suzie Kang.
"Cash only, paid upfront."
30124 Eastwick.
I'm sorry, hon.
Excuse me?
Excuse me. Are you Suzie Kang?
No.
Back. Back.
- Do I know you? - No.
My name's Martin Ruber.
I'm looking for an object.
Get lost.
I have cash.
What are you looking for?
Something easy.
You know, something close.
5, 000.
$5, 000.
Why...
Oh! Your lucky day.
A guy in Bloomfield's a mechanic.
So he posts a query on some motor head board
asking if anyone knows why a pair of glasses
would prevent a car from starting.
I don't get it.
The glasses inhibit combustion.
Do you have an object?
No. I just track 'em.
Never touch 'em. Those things'll kill ya.
Thanks.
Newbies. You gotta love 'em.
Barbara always leaves a key up there in the frog.
When will she be back?
From the dead? Well, how about never?
Here, here. Let me get it.
Barbara's nephew Harold's living here now.
He's let this place go to hell in a hand-basket.
I hardly ever see him!
Well, we'll be just a minute.
Okay. Well, I'll be right here when you come out.
Okay.
Guess Barbara was a good shot.
No wonder The Order never messed with her.
And it looks like her nephew Harold's a Peeping Tom.
Oh, my God.
I'm gonna go check the women's locker room.
Harold!
Harold Stritzke!
Oh, my God! Come on! What are you doing?
Harold, I need your help.
I just want to ask you a few questions.
Go away!
Damn it!
Leave me alone!
You can't have it!
Hey! Whoa. Take it outside.
You bastard!
You're a tough man to catch, Harold.
Holy crap!
This is the room, ain't it?
What you gonna do to me?
Nothing. Just calm down.
What happens if I open this door?
Without the key, you'll die instantly.
Really?
Yeah.
Are you with The Order?
No. Don't get paranoid on me, Harold.
Paranoid?
Like nobody's trying to get my comb, right?
Nobody's trying to shoot me in the back!
Paranoid.
I'd have been shot 60 times by now
if I didn't have the comb.
If you didn't have the comb, nobody would shoot at you.
Yeah, well, that's just your opinion, buddy.
You've got an object. I don't see you giving it up.
My daughter disappeared inside this room,
so I'm keeping the key until I can get her back.
She disappeared?
- Yeah. - No fooling?
Yeah, no fooling, so once I get her back,
they can shoot the objects to the moon for all I care.
What do you know about the prime object?
- What? - The prime object.
The one that controls all the others.
Your Aunt Barbara was a Collector.
She must've known about it.
I don't know. She never said.
You know, don't bother. Objects don't work in here.
Yeah, right.
All right, make sure you try all of 'em.
Did you get that one there?
It's gonna be okay.
I'm just gonna reset the room.
No! No, where'd it go?
Where'd it go? Where's the comb?
Harold, Harold, Harold.
Calm.
Oh, my God!
Harold, I need you to teach me how to use that comb.
How do I know when it works?
Well, it'll be pretty ob...
Obvious.
Oh, look! You did it!
You okay?
I'm a little dizzy.
Yeah! Takes some getting used to, huh?
Try doing that three or four times in a row,
you're gonna puke your guts out.
You mean it always feels like this?
What, you do that every time?
Well, no, it's gotta... You gotta stop
before you snap back into it, okay?
You stop, okay? And also these little buddies.
Motion sickness pills.
Can't go anywhere without those.
Take one. Take two.
I'm good.
So it just lasts for a few seconds?
Yeah, like 10 seconds, tops.
You know, you gotta use it carefully. Hiding spots are a plus.
Lets you catch your breath, you know?
Hey, you want to see something? You want to try it again?
Watch this.
Try to take that. I bet you can't do it.
Come on, try.
You can't do it. Come on.
Butterfingers!
You see? Everything's frozen!
It's like you can't open doors, even.
You just gotta move and hide.
Move and hide, that's it.
It's about all you can do, really.
Hey, here, thanks.
You're giving it back to me?
You gonna run away?
- No. - All right, then.
Trust me, Harold, I don't want the comb.
I just want your help.
You promise you won't take my comb?
It's all I got.
I promise.
Thanks, buddy.
It's just a phone.
Okay, yeah. Just a phone.
Oh, great.
Forget something?
Yeah, listen, I'm sorry about that, but I'm with our guy.
You're kidding me.
With the comb? Where are you?
Kansas.
Well, bring him back.
I can't do that. I need some more time.
We had a deal, Joe.
Listen, I said you could keep it. I didn't say I'd steal it for you.
Jennifer, I can't do it. The comb is all he's got.
You messed up, Joe.
She's in Michigan. We got her.
Stay on her.
Who's that, your girlfriend?
No, more like the ex-girlfriend I never had.
I got... I got some of those.
Harold, you gotta think.
Is there anything that your aunt may have left behind?
A notebook, a map, anything?
Uh... no.
Wait! She did leave something.
In the woods.
283.
Gotcha.
What? Who the hell are you?
I understand that you found my glasses.
Your glasses?
Yes.
Every time I wear them, my car won't start.
Well, that's too bad,
'cause I've decided not to sell 'em.
Whatever you heard was a mistake.
You understand me... dork?
Oh, God!
Somebody help me!
Where has she gone?
It's been a while. Sorry.
I know it's out here somewhere.
All overgrown.
There she is! Deer hut.
Yeah, my aunt used to take me hunting out here.
Sounds like your aunt was a sweet lady, Harold.
Yeah, she sure was.
Oh, God. Sorry about the smell.
It's been a while.
Damn.
Still here.
She asked me to hide it until... until it was time.
Time for what?
I don't know.
Maybe until you came looking for them.
- Can I take a look at 'em? - Sure.
Gallup? Like a horse.
No, like New Mexico.
Harold, do you have a lighter or some matches?
Yeah, I think so.
Let's see...
Thank you.
What are you doing?
It's an object.
No! Is it the prime object?
The thing? The...
I don't know, Harold, but thank you.
Can I keep these Polaroids?
Sure.
You gonna keep the comb, too? Tell him, Joe.
He promised the comb to The Legion.
No.
- No. - Joe.
No. I'm not gonna take the comb.
- He's using you, Harold. - Wait a minute.
Get down! Get down! Get down!
Harold! Easy! Easy, look at me! Give me the comb.
Who's shooting? How many?
There are four of them! We're being flanked!
It's The Order!
All right, stay down!
I will bring it back! Take this.
What...
Oh, God!
Oh...
...God!
Watch out! He's got the comb!
There he is!
You go straight. I'll go around.
Don't shoot!
Here, you want that?
You gonna be all right?
I guess so.
I'll get a doc to take a look at it, though, just in case.
No. You keep it.
I... I don't want it anymore.
You sure?
I'm sick of people taking pot shots.
Keep it.
Good luck!
You okay?
No.
I've never killed anyone before.
I've brought you an object.
All right.
You're in.
Welcome to The Order, Martin Ruber.
Come on.
It's all right. You're not in hell anymore.
- Wally, come here. - What? What'd I do?
You know, it's really no fun for me if you keep bringing him back.
Yeah. Listen, you recognize these?
This is an object.
What is this? What's in Gallup?
I give up. What?
Don't lie to me. This says Gallup.
- Your bus ticket takes you to Gallup. - It's not really Gallup.
Technically, it's just outside Gallup.
Yeah, I know. I was just there.
- I want to understand this. - You don't want to know, Joe.
If I show you what's there, there's no going back.
It won't bring your daughter home.
It will make you crazy.
I don't have a choice, Wally.
I have to go. Now show me.
- Come on! - All right.
Remember, you asked for this.
All right, so why here?
Why the middle of nowhere?
It's not the middle of nowhere.
It's the middle of everywhere, everything.
Come on.