8بخش

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!

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 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 POWs 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.

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-seewhat-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.