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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 fwo 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 **ing 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 SS 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?

HUAC; 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 OSS? Funding from HUAC?

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!

Marshals, are you out here?

This is Deputy Warden McPherson.

Marshais!

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!

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.