Listen to me.
Listen, I don't wanna leave here, all right?
I mean, why would anybody want to?
We hear things here about the outside world.
-About atolls, about H-bomb tests. - Teddy, where are you?
You know how a hydrogen bomb works?
-I know. With hydrogen! With hydrogen. -Ah, 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, I get it!
Let him go!
No!
No! No!
What are you doing?
Jesus Christ, Teddy. Jesus!
Oh, you got Billings.
What the fuck's the matter with you guys?
Catch them, not kill them!
-He jumped us. - You, give me a hand with him.
We've gotta get him to the infirmary. God damn it.
No, no! Not you, not you. Take a walk.
Come on. Cawley's gonna have my goddamn balls for this.
Laeddis.
Stop me, please,
before I kill more.
Stop me before I kill more.
Laeddis.
Please, please.
I see you all.
Laeddis.
You told me I'd be free of this place.
You promised.
You lied.
Laeddis.
Laeddis?
That's pretty damn funny.
-Your voice. -Don't you recognize it?
After all the talks we had?
After all the lies you 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 goddamn 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.
You like it?
Who did this to you, George?
You did.
What the hell do you mean?
All your talk. All your fucking talk, and I'm back in here because of you.
George, how did they get you out of Dedham, huh?
However this happened, I...
I'm gonna find a way to fix this, you understand me?
I'll never get out now. I got out once. Not twice, never twice.
Just 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 fucking rat in a maze.
Georgie...
-George, you're wrong. You're wrong. -Oh, really?
Been alone much since you got here?
I've been with my partner.
You never worked with him before, have you?
He's a U.S. Marshal. He's...
You never worked with him before, have you?
George, look, I know people. I trust this man.
Then they've already won.
Fuck.
And 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 out of here.
You're not going to the lighthouse. You're not.
You can't dig out the truth and kill Laeddis at the same time.
You gotta make a choice. You understand that, don't you?
-I'm not here to kill anyone. -Liar!
I'm not gonna kill him, I swear to you! I swear.
She's dead.
She... Let her go.
Let her go.
Tell him, Teddy. Tell him why.
You gotta do 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 fucking with your head.
And I told you it was from happiness.
She's gonna kill you. She's gonna kill you.
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 out of 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 and they're on their way to the roof.
Let's get the hell out of here. This way.
Just keep going. We belong here.
What happened to you?
-What do you mean? -I 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 got the next best thing. His intake form.
It was the only thing in his files. There's 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 look it over later, that's all.
-Ashecliffe's that way. -I'm not going to Ashecliffe.
I'm going to that lighthouse.
I'm gonna find out what the fuck 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 a path that goes around the rocks and leads over to the lighthouse.
-Boss... -Come on.
Wait, wait, what are we doing? We got the intake form.
It's proof there's a 67th patient,
which they said, repeatedly, doesn't exist.
I'm getting to that lighthouse. You understand?
What the hell can I say to you to stop you?
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,
with no one to rely on but each other,
-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's 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!
Come on!
Chuck!
Where are you, 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 that what you're holding won't hurt me.
I'm gonna keep this
if you don't mind.
Fine by me.
You're...
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 at Ashecliffe, I worked here.
You... You were a nurse?
I was a doctor, Marshal.
You think I'm crazy.
-No. No, no, I never... -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 confirm what they're saying.
I'm not following you. I'm sorry.
Once you're declared insane,
then anything you do is called part of that insanity.
Reasonable protests are 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.
What happened to you?
I started asking about these large shipments of sodium amytal
and opium-based hallucinogens.
Psychotropic drugs.
I asked about the surgeries, too.
You ever heard of a transorbital lobotomy?
They zap the patient with electroshock,
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?
-You mean the brain? -Recreate a man
so he doesn't feel pain or love or sympathy.
A man who can't be interrogated,
because he has no memories to confess.
You can never take away all a man's memories. Never.
Marshal, the North Koreans used American s
during their brainwashing experiments.
They turned soldiers into traitors. That's what they're doing here.
They're creating ghosts to go out in the world
and do things sane men... Sane men never would.
To have that kind of ability, that kind of knowledge,
-that would take years. -Years. Years of research.
Hundreds of patients to experiment on.
Fifty years from now, people will look back and say, here, this place,
is 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.
I am a federal marshal. They can't stop me.
I was an esteemed psychiatrist from a respected family.
Didn't matter.
Let me ask you. Any past traumas in your life?
Yes.
But why would that matter?
Because they're gonna point to some event in your past
and say it's the reason you lost your sanity.
So that when they commit you here, your friends and colleagues will say,
"Of course he cracked.
"Who wouldn't after what he'd been through?"
They can say that about anyone, anyone at all.
The point is they're gonna say it about you.
-How's your head? -My head?
Any funny dreams lately? Trouble sleeping?
-Headaches? -I am prone to migraines, yes.
Jesus.
You haven't taken any pills, have you? I mean, even aspirin?
-The aspirin? -Jesus.
And you ate the food in the cafeteria and drank the coffee they gave you?
You tell me, at least, that you've been smoking your own cigarettes.
No.
No, I haven't.
It takes 36 to 48 hours for neuroleptic narcotics
to reach workable levels in the bloodstream.
Palsy comes first,
first the fingertips, then eventually the whole hand.
Seen any walking nightmares lately, Marshal? Huh?
Tell me what goes on in that lighthouse.
Tell me.
Brain surgery.
The let's-open-the-skull-and-see- what-happens-if-we-pull-on-this kind.
The learned-it-from-the-Nazis kind.
That's where they create the ghosts.
Who knows about this? On the island, I mean. Who?
Everyone.
Come on. The nurses? 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, get you off 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 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 were wondering when you'd show up.
Have a seat.
Come on.
Taking a leisurely stroll, were we?
I was 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 out for me like a divine hand.
God loves violence.
-I hadn't noticed. - Sure you have.
Why else would there be so much of it?
It's in us.
It'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's 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.
If the constraints of society were 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?
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. You don't know me at all. -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.
Don't worry, because we're going to get you back to your room.
-Not really. -Something I've seen.
Okay.
Where have you been?
Oh, just wandering. Just looking at your island.
Oh, I forgot you're leaving now that Rachel's been found.
- Stop looking at him. -For sure. Yeah.
Stop looking at him. Stop looking at him.
-Big meeting? -Oh, yes.
-It's okay. I'm... -I don't like that.
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.
Well, I don't remember what I'm supposed to remember.
We're gated down. We're fine.
This Noyce, you said his name was, he's delusional?
Oh, extremely. He can be quite upsetting.
As a matter of fact, two weeks ago,
a patient got so wound up by one of Noyce's stories that he beat him up.
-Hmm. -Cigarette?
No, thanks. I quit.
-So you're taking the ferry? -Yes, absolutely.
I think we've gotten all we came here for, so...
"We," Marshal?
Speaking of which, have 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.
Mmm.
So, tell me again about your partner.
What partner?
It's fine.
She made a mess. I cleaned it up. She made a mess again.
Marshal,
going somewhere?
I'm just heading out to the ferry, so...
Ah! Oh, well, I'm afraid it's the other way.
Oh?
If you'll 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.
-A precaution. -Oh! A precaution.
What are you going to do? Kill me?
-Marshal. -You think you deserve it?
For what, hmm? Provoking you?
Well, 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.
And wouldn't you agree, when you see a monster,
you must stop it?
Yeah.
-I agree. -Yes.
Yeah.
1: I told him that we'd take about an hour to do it.
2: Yeah. Did they say we're going to do the first floor?
1: How long you been the clock?
2: I've been on for 18 hours straight.
1: Nice paycheck.
What are you doing, baby?
-You gotta get to the ferry. -No.
No, no.
Yeah.
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 are 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'm sorry, honey.
I love this thing because you gave it to me,
but the truth is
it is one fucking ugly tie.
No.
Don't move. Stay where you are.
Are you gonna kill me?
No, 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 cold.
All right.
How badly did you hurt the guard?
I don't know what you're talking about.
Yes, he's here.
Have Dr. Sheehan take a look at your man before you send him up.
So Dr. Sheehan 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.
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 the neuroleptics.
Did she, now? And when was this?
I found her, 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 delusions are more severe than I thought.
You're not on neuroleptics.
You're not on anything, as a matter of fact.
Then what the fuck is this? Huh? What the fuck is this?
Withdrawal.
Withdrawal? From what?
I haven't had a goddamn drink since I've been on this island.
Chlorpromazine.
I'm not a fan of pharmacology, but I have to say, in your case...
- Chloraproma-what? -Chlorpromazine.
The same thing we've been giving you for the past 24 months.
Oh, 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 two years. A patient of this institution.
After everything I've seen here, Doctor,
you really think you're gonna convince me I'm crazy, huh?
Do you know the kind of people that I deal with every day?
I'm a U.S. Marshal, for God's sakes.
You were a U.S. Marshal.
Here's a copy of the 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. Where did... Where did you... -Yet somehow,
you couldn't find time to look at it. Well, read it now.
Go ahead.
"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 the crime ever...
"Ever took place.
"Highly developed and fantastical narratives,
"which preclude facing the truth of his actions."
I've had enough of this bullshit! 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. Don't you...
I'm afraid I have to.
Notice anything these four names have in common?
It's your rule of four.
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 Ashecliffe is you, Andrew.
Bullshit.
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.
All right.
Let's get down to the facts, all right?
You've created a story in which you're not a murderer.
You're a hero, still a U.S. Marshal, only here at Ashecliffe 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 two 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 am fucking 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'd do anything not to be him.
I have a transcript of the 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 this is about me and Laeddis.
When you asked him what happened to his face,
he said, now here I'm quoting again, "You did this."
No, no, he meant 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 understand just fine.
If I don't play along with your little game here,
Dr. Naehring's gonna turn me into one of his ghosts.
But what about my partner?
You gonna tell the U.S. Marshal's office that he's a defense mechanism?
Hello, boss.
What the fuck is going on here? Hmm?
Huh?
You working for him?
I'm sorry. There wasn't any other way.
Someone had to stick with you, keep you safe.
You been watching me, huh?
Watching me every minute.
Who are you?
Who are you? Tell me.
Don't you recognize me, Andrew?
I've been your primary psychiatrist for the last two years.
I'm Lester Sheehan.
-I told you... I told you about my wife, I... -I know.
I climbed down a cliff to get you. I trusted you.
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
that I could construct the most radical, cutting-edge role-play
ever attempted in psychiatry, and it would bring you back.
I thought that if we let you play this out
we could get you to see how untrue, how impossible it is.
You've had the run of the place for two days.
Tell me, where are the Nazi experiments?
The satanic s?
Andrew, listen to me.
If we fail with you,
then everything that 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 all comes 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.
There's a dent in the barrel from when Philip Stacks shot at me.
You're not gonna fuck with my mind on this one, Doctor!
Then blast away.
Because that's the only way you're ever getting off this island.
Andrew, please don't.
My gun.
What did you do to my goddamn 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 told you.
You moved to that lake house
after she purposely set your city apartment on fire.
-You were... - You're lying!
-Andrew! Andrew, stop. No. -You drugged the cigarettes!
-All you've done is lie! -Andrew. Andrew.
Your children. Andrew, your children.
Simon. Henry.
I never had 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 girl.
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've stopped 10 places in between here and Tulsa.
I could sleep for a week.
Dolores?
And he said, "Take up your bed and walk." But God?
Dolores?
Then he said, "Take up your bed and walk."
Forgive sins, but God?
Dolores?
Baby,
why are you all wet?
I missed you.
I wanna go home.
You are home.
Where are the kids?
Hmm?
They're in school.
It's Saturday, honey.
School's not in on Saturday.
My school is.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, no.
Come on, come on.
No. No. Please, God.
Please, God, no!
No!
No.
Baby.
Let's put them at the table, Andrew.
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.
Set me free.
Oh, baby.
We'll give them baths.
-I love you, baby. -I love you, too.
-I love you so much. -I love you so much.
I love you. I...
Oh, baby.
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?
Because she murdered our children,
and she told me to let her go.
-Who's 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,
just pulling the wires just for fun.
She told me that.
She told me that, but I didn't listen.
I loved her so much, you know.
Why did you make them up?
Because I can't take knowing that Dolores killed our children.
And I...
I killed them 'cause I didn't get her help, you know.
I killed them.
Here's my fear, Andrew.
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 here 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 tried to help me when no one else would.
My name's Andrew Laeddis,
and I murdered my wife in the spring of '52.
How we doing this morning?
-Good. And you? -Can't complain.
So what's our next move?
You tell me.
We gotta get off this rock, Chuck.
Get 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 them.
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?
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