Shutter Island

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 haltway 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.

McPHERSON: 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.

- (CHUCKLES) - 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.

McPHERSON: 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?