9بخش

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 befween 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.