Pull yourself together, Teddy. Pull yourself together.
It's just water.
It's a lot of water.
A lot of...
Come on.
- You okay, boss? - Yeah, I'm fine, I just...
I just can't... Can't stomach the water.
- 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 you been with the Marshals?
Four years.
So you know how small it is.
Sure.
What about you? You got a girl? Married?
I was.
She died.
- Jesus. I don'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. See, that's important.
I'm sorry, boss.
Where are my goddamn cigarettes?
Oh, here, have one of mine.
I could've sworn they were in my jacket before I got on.
Government employees will 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.
Well, if it's just folks running around hearing voices
and chasing after butterflies, they wouldn't need us.
- Is that where we're headed? - Yep.
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'll be casting off as soon as you two are ashore.
I'd appreciate it if you'd hurry up about it.
- Why? - Storm's coming.
Never seen a Marshals badge before.
I'm Deputy Warden McPherson, gentlemen.
Welcome to Shutter Island.
I'll be the one taking you up to Ashecliffe.
Your boys seem a little on edge, Mr. McPherson.
Right now, Marshal, we all are.
Electrified perimeter.
How can you tell?
I've seen something like it before.
All right. 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 building on your right is Ward A, the male ward.
Ward B, the female ward, is the one on your left.
Ward C is that building on the bluffs.
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 are hereby required to surrender your firearms.
Mr. McPherson, 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 a penitentiary,
the officers 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?
When did she escape? This prisoner?
I'm afraid 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.
Mc It's the only facility of its kind in the U.S., even 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 considers beyond treatment.
Top of his class at Johns Hopkins, then Harvard...
IDs, 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 want to consult a psychiatrist 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's 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.
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?
I mean, 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 10:00 and midnight. - Is she considered dangerous?
You could say that. She killed all three of her children.
She drowned them in the lake behind her house.
She took them out one by one, held their heads under till 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's a war widow.
She starved herself when she first 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. - Ah, dehydration.
- You all right, boss? - Yeah.
In that case, you're quite right. The simpler the better.
Thanks 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's never once in two years
acknowledged that she's in an institution.
She believes we're all deliverymen, milkmen, postal workers.
To sustain the delusion that her children never died,
she's created an elaborate fictional structure,
and she gives us all parts to play in that fiction.
So have you searched the grounds yet?
The warden and his men scoured the island.
Not a trace.
And 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.
I brought her right back here after group therapy, locked her in,
came back for midnight rounds, 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 pairs.
Sanity's 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?
This is definitely Rachel's handwriting.
I have no idea what the law of four is, though.
- It's not a psychiatric term? - I'm afraid not.
"Who is 67?"
Fuck if I know.
I have to say that's quite close to my clinical conclusion.
Think it's just random scribblings?
Oh, no, not at all. Rachel's smart. Brilliant, in fact.
This paper could be important.
Excuse me, Doctor, but we're gonna have to hold on to 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 seven 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 the personnel files
of all the medical staff.
The nurses, the guards, the orderlies, anyone who was working then.
We'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 or...
All I can say is I'll 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.
Mc It's 11 miles to the nearest land
and the water's freezing.
Current was strong last night, tide pushing in.
She'd have drowned or been crushed on the rocks,
and her body would have washed back up on shore.
What about those caves down there? Have you checked them?
No way she could get there.
The bases of those cliffs are covered in poison ivy,
live oak, sumac, a thousand plants with thorns as big as my dick.
You said 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 tonight.
Let's go, boys!
You were on watch on the landing, huh?
Yeah. Couldn't nobody get in or out of their room on 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?
Yeah, but I didn't see a thing.
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, look. Let's back up here. Let's all just back up.
Miss Solando was put in her room for lights out.
Does anyone here know what she did before that?
Anyone?
Come on, anyone, anyone,
anyone, anyone.
She was in a group therapy session.
Huh. Anything unusual occur?
Define "unusual."
Excuse me?
This is a mental institution, Marshal, for the criminally insane.
Usual isn't a big part of our day.
I will rephrase.
Did anything happen last night during group therapy that was more,
let's say, I don't know, memorable than...
- Normal? - Exactly.
No. 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 Rachel's primary, the psychiatrist who directly oversees her care.
Huh.
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 been 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?
Well, 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 it's all down. All the lines.
The storm's hitting the mainland like a hammer.
If you get it working, come find me immediately.
The marshals need to make an important call.
Yes, sir.
Hello? Hello?
I'm afraid I have evening rounds in the wards,
but I'll be having drinks and a cigar at my house around 9:00,
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 in 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 got it. - Soda and ice, please. Thanks.
Oh? You don't indulge in alcohol? I'm surprised.
Isn't it common for men in your profession to imbibe?
Common enough. And yours?
I'm sorry?
- Your profession, Doctor. Psychiatry. - Yes.
I 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. No, 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.
No, please. Please. Edify us, Doctor.
You both served overseas, huh?
It's 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.
No, no, not because you enjoy it,
but because retreat isn't something you consider an option.
We weren't raised to run, Doc.
Ah! Yes. "Raised."
And who raised you, Marshal?
Me?
- Wolves. - Ah!
Very impressive defense mechanisms.
Do you believe in God, Marshal?
No, I'm quite serious.
You ever seen a death camp, Doctor?
Huh?
His English really 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 tell us.
Now, listen. We're gonna need those files on Sheehan
and the rest of the staff as well.
No personnel files will be released to you. Period.
- We're gonna need those files. - Out of the question.
Bullshit, out of the question! Bullshit!
Just who the hell's in charge here, anyway, 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'll do all we can to help.
This investigation is over.
We're gonna file our reports and we're gonna 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.
Mc Nice night.
You'll be bunking in the orderlies' quarters.
Hey, boss. We really packing it in?
Why?
I guess... I don't know, 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 lot of help.
Maybe Cawley's sitting up in his mansion right now
rethinking his whole attitude.
- Maybe, in the morning, we'll be... - 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 lot of 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.
So is he.
Who?
Laeddis.
- I have to go. - No.
No, please. Please. I need to hold on to you.
- Just a little bit longer, please. - Oh, God, Teddy.
You have to let me go.
I can't.
Ain't gonna be no ferry in this shit.
Doctor!
Doctor, Doctor.
We need to interview the patients who were in Rachel's group therapy session.
I thought your investigation was finished.
Well, it's not like we could take the ferry.
Now, was Rachel receiving any other treatments 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 transorbital lobotomy.
Some say the patients become reasonable, docile.
Others say they become zombies.
- And the new school? - Psychopharmacology.
A new drug has just been approved called Thorazine,
which relaxes psychotic patients, you could say tames them.
And which school are you, Doctor?
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.
Come on, Marge. It's okay.
- These patients, huh? - Even these.
What should be a last resort is becoming a first response.
Give them a pill, put them in a corner, 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 Breene.
Assaulted his father's nurse with broken glass.
Nurse survived, but her face is permanently disfigured.
I can't wait.
She'd smile at me. She was so sweet, but you could see it in her eyes.
She liked to be naked, to suck cock.
Okay, Mr. Breene.
And then she asked me if she can have a glass of water?
Alone, in the kitchen, like that's no big deal?
- Well, why was that a big deal? - It was obvious.
She wanted me to pull out my thing so that she could laugh at it.
Mr. Breene.
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. Do you...
Do you know that she drowned her own kids?
She drowned her kids!
This is... This is a sick fucking world we live in, I'll tell you that.
But you know what? They should be gassed.
All of them. The retards, the killers, the niggers.
You kill your own kid, gas the bitch.
Could you stop that?
- That nurse... - Please, stop that.
That nurse, maybe she had kids, huh?
A husband.
Just trying to make ends meet,
lead a normal life.
It says in your file that
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! No.
- Boss. What's up? - Fine.
- I wanna go back. I wanna go. - Peter!
Come on! I got him. Peter! Peter! Hey, Peter!
Go back. I wanna go back. Come on, Peter.
- I don't wanna see him. - Easy now.
- I don't wanna see him anymore. - It's okay. It's all right.
Oh, 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 normal.
I mean, in comparison to the other patients here.
Well, I have my dark days. I suppose everybody does.
The difference is most people don't kill their husbands with an ax.
Ah.
Although, personally, I think if a man beats you
and fucks half the women he sees, and no one will help you,
axing him isn't the least understandable thing you could 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 what do you call them, televisions, voices and faces coming from a box.
I hear enough voices already.
What can you tell us about Rachel?
Um...
Not much. She keeps to herself.
She believed her kids were alive.
She thought she was still living in the Berkshires,
and we were all her neighbors, the milkmen, postmen...
Deliverymen.
And Dr. Sheehan was there that night?
Yes. He talked about anger.
Tell me about him. What's he like?
Uh, he's, uh...
Okay. Nice.
Not hard on the eyes, as my mother would say.
- Did he ever make a pass at you? - No.
No, Dr. Sheehan's a good doctor, he would never...
Um...
Could I have a glass of water, please?
No problem.
- Thank you, Marshal. - Sure.
I just have 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'd been 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 Christ's sake.
We just met, Chuck.
You've been on the beat for a long time. You've got a duty. You've got a career.
What I'm doing, it's not exactly by the book.
I don't give a damn about by-the-book, boss.
I just wanna know what the hell's going on.
When this case came over the wires,
I requested it specifically, you understand?
Why?
Andrew Laeddis,
he 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 them out!
What happened to Laeddis? He got away with it.
Laeddis got away with it and then he disappeared.
About a year ago, I open up the paper and there he is.
Ugly-looking son of a bitch. Huge scar from his right temple down to his left lip.
Eyes different colors. Not the type of face you'd forget.
He burned down a schoolhouse, killed two people,
said voices told him to do it.
First he went to prison, then he got transferred here.
- Then what? - Then nothing.
He vanished like he never existed. No record whatsoever.
Pretty sure he's not in Ward B. That leaves Ward C.
Or he could be dead.
So could Rachel Solando, for that matter.
Lot of places to hide a body here.
Only one place no one would really notice.
That patient, Bridget Kearns, 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 a fucking Kansas out here.
- Hold on. - No, let's go!
Watch out!
Jesus!
- Come on! Up there! - Let's go!
Get in there! Let's go!
Boss!
- God! - Jesus Christ!
Damn it. God!
- You okay, boss? - Yeah, I'm all right.
So if Laeddis is here,
- what are you gonna do about it? - Mmm.
I'm not here to kill Laeddis.
If it was my wife, I'd kill him. Twice.
When we got through the gates at Dachau, the guards surrendered.
The Kommandant 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 murder.
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 Ashecliffe.
A lot of people know about this place, but no one wants to talk.
You know, it's like it...
It's like they're scared or something.
You know, this place is funded by a special grant
from The House Un-American Activities Committee?
? And how exactly are we fighting the communists
from an island in Boston Harbor?
By conducting experiments on the mind.
At least that's my guess.
And you think that's going on here?
Like I said, no one would talk, right?
Till I found somebody 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?
Toothpaste.
So, he starts seeing dragons everywhere.
He almost beats his professor to death. Ends up here in Ashecliffe, Ward C.
They release him after one year, right? And what does he do?
Two weeks on the mainland, he walks into a bar, stabs three men to death.
His lawyer pleads insanity, but 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 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 subjects. They talk, nobody listens.
I stood at Dachau.
We saw what human beings are capable of doing to each other, right?
For Christ's sakes, we fought a goddamn war to stop them,
and now... Now I find out it may be happening here? On our soil? No.
So what are 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 Ashecliffe,
waiting for a chance to get out here,
and then suddenly they need a U.S. Marshal?
Yeah, 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? Funding from?
I mean, Jesus Christ, everything about this place stinks of government ops.
- What if they wanted you here? - Bullshit.
- You were asking questions. - Bullshit! Bullshit!
Bullshit. We came here for Rachel Solando.
Where's one shred of evidence she even existed?
There's no way they could've known
I'd be assigned to this case. There's no way.
What if while you were looking into them, they were looking into you?
All they had to do was fake an escape to get you here, and now they have you.
Now they have us both. Here! Now!
Mc Marshals, are you out here?
This is Deputy Warden McPherson.
Marshals!
How about that? They found us, huh?
It's an island, boss. They're always gonna find us.
I know you're in there.
We're getting off this goddamn island. You and me. Come on.
- Come on! - Go, go!
Mc Get dried off. Dr. Cawley wants to talk to you now.
And hurry up! This thing is turning into a goddamn hurricane!
I dropped those suits off to be cleaned. Should be ready by tomorrow.
That is, if we all don't wash away first.
You know, speaking of which, I'm afraid your smokes are 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're 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, Stephen. Say the power fails.
There's a backup generator.
And if that goes, the cell doors will open.
Where are they going to go? Mmm?
They can't just hop a ferry, scoot over to the mainland and wreak havoc.
Oh, 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.
This is 24 human beings.
And you can live with that, can you?
Well, 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'm sorry, Doctor. I just have one quick question.
Yes, I'll be with you in a moment.
When we spoke this morning about Rachel Solando's note...
"The law of four." I love 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 are 24 patients in Ward C
and 42 patients in Wards A and B,
which means there's a total of, what, 66 patients at this facility?
That is correct, yes.
Well, it seems to me Rachel Solando was suggesting
that you have a 67th patient, Doctor.
But I'm afraid we don't.
This is ridiculous. What are they doing here?
We're doing our goddamn 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's 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 has 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 could tell us what you did yesterday, where you were,
it would really help us narrow down our search.
Yes, um...
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?
Um...
After that,
I thought of you.
I'm sorry, ma'am, 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 every...
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's dead, so who the fuck are you?
Who the fuck are you?
- Who are you? - Hey, hey, hey, hey.
- Who are you? - It's okay. Rachel. Rachel, it's all right.
Let me go! No!
- Rachel, it's okay. - Look at me, look at me.
I'm sorry about that. I didn't want to interrupt.
I thought she might tell you something.
We found her down by the lighthouse, skipping stones.
We've no idea how she got out, but...
I'm gonna have to ask you to go down into the 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...
Boss, are you okay?
It's just so goddamn bright, isn't it?
Photosensitivity, headaches sometimes. Marshal, are you having a migraine?
I'll be all right.
Come on, I got you.
What's wrong with him?
Take these, Marshal. Couple of hours, you'll be as 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 the pills. - It'll stop the pain.
Marshal, take the pills.
He's going to need to lie down.
Oh, my God!
There's broken glass all over the floor.
- Make sure all the meds are locked up. - Watch your back.
Make sure everything's okay in Ward B.
Go down to the infirmary and see
- if there's any more... - All right, Doctor.
Give him a bed. This one here.
- Over here. All right, boss. - Yeah, that's it.
- You have him? - Yes.
Careful. All right.
Could be worse right now. He'll be all right.
Who is that?
Him? That's the warden.
Don't you worry about him, all right? Come on. Lay back. Lay back.
He looks like an ex-military prick, huh?
Well, 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.
My...
My buddy.
No hard feelings, right?
Yeah.
No hard feelings.
A little something for later,
'cause I know how much you need it.
The clock's ticking, my friend. We're running out of time.
Give me a hand here.
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.
You need to find him, Teddy.
You need to find him and you kill him dead.
It's okay.
Security to Ward A. Okay. - Ward A. I got it.
The generator room's flooded.
- Ward A. Ward A. - See what we need in Ward B.
Let's go.
You okay, boss?
This goddamn migraine.
The backup generator's failed. The whole place has gone crazy.
What do you want to do?
- Christ. - Dan? Relax. Nope, nope, nope.
You don't wanna do that. Put it down. Now. Put it down.
Grab him, grab him, grab him, grab him! Get him, get him!
You need to go find him 'cause he needs to be here.
You think the whole electrical system is fried?
I'd say it's a good possibility, yeah.
- All the electronic security, the fences... - Why are you always running?
- ...the gates, the doors. - Why is it you every time? Come on.
Nice day for a stroll, don't you think? To Ward C, for example.
- Come on. - Maybe we'll run into Andrew Laeddis.
The guy I told you about, George Noyce?
He told me this is where they keep the worst ones.
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,
no windows and iron bars everywhere.
Watch your head!
- Oh, Jesus Christ! - Jesus.
First time on Ward C, huh?
- Yeah. - Yeah. Yeah.
We heard stories, but...
Trust me, son, you haven't heard shit.
We got most of the bugsies locked down now,
but some of them are still loose.
And if you see one, don't try to restrain him yourselves.
These fuckers will kill you. Clear?
All right, get your asses moving then. Go on.
He's here.
Laeddis. I can feel him.
Tag! You're it!
Wait! Boss! Ted!
Hey! Hey!
Teddy.