"Episode 3A:" "The Eye" "Anna!" "Anna!" "Somebody help me!" "Let me- Help me!" "Anna!" "Please help me!" "Ruber, what the hell did you do to me?" "How you feeling, kiddo?" "We're getting close, son." "Car's ready, sir." "Hey." "Did you sleep?" "No." "I just can't come up with anything." "Are you sure these pictures don't mean anything to you?" "No." "I mean, except that the Collectors keep showing up again and again." "The pictures, the film, but I can't make a connection." "I can't either." "I just hope they can help us find out who the man in this room was." "We're in uncharted territory here, Joe." "I mean, no one's ever seen this guy before." "We don't know that he actually existed." "Jennifer, he was standing right there." "We both saw him." "And if the prime object is a person, it makes sense that he'd be able to bring my daughter back." "I've gotta find him." "That's all I care about right now." "Right." "What are you gonna do?" "I'm gonna take another look at the film." "The Collectors disturbed reality somehow." "I'm gonna try and figure it out." "What?" "Kreutzfeld sent you after those Polaroids, didn't he?" "He didn't send me." "We're working together." "What makes you think you can trust him so much?" "Good morning, sir." "Right this way." "Please." "Welcome to the Sood." "Mr. Kreutzfeld, my good friend." "At last, we meet in person." "You're early." "Never early for business, is it, Sood?" "No, no." "Never, never." "You go everywhere together?" "Oh, yeah." "Afrald so." "Not by choice." "I prefer my own life." "I was once normal." "It's overrated." "Sit, please." "First edition, rough around the edges." "I'd call it "fair" condition." "A little less fair now." "Just checking it's not an object." "No, no, no." "Never objects in my shop, only signs." "Pictures of objects." "Videos, artifacts, no objects for sale." "That's dangerous business." "Tell me more." "It belonged to John Clark, one of the Collectors, born 1938, died" "1971." "In the First Cabal war." "How do you know it's Clarks?" "I just bought it off his nephew." "Had a bunch of stuff in a trunk, no idea what it was." "I called you first, of course." "I know you have a taste for Collector's artifacts." "Thank you for coming to me with this." "I'll, of course, pay whatever it is you're asking, whatever price you think is fair, and I shall accept your word that it's genuine." "But if at some point I should find out that it's fake, that you tried to con me in any way, or that I hear you've made copies and someone else has one, then I'll have to come back here and hurt you." "Mr. Kreutzfeld, my friend," "I am the Sood." "I deal in signs, no fakes." "No forgeries, no duplicates." "I stake my life on it." "No, no, no, I don't have anything to do with that." "Mick, what's going on out there?" " Is that a way out?" " Yes." "This way." "You need to tread very carefully now." "You need to tell me what's going on." "I've told you everything I know." "I've been straight with you from the beginning." "Then what's this?" "That's the combination to the Collector's vault, wherever it is." "It's what we've both been looking for." "In the vault, I believe, is the glass eye which has the power to destroy or repair all flesh." "Could be used as a weapon, most definitely, but it could also cure my son's leukemia." "Can I be any more clear, detective?" "What about the man?" "What man?" "The man in the motel room." "Who was he?" "You're speaking of the Occupant theory." "People far more obsessed than you have gone down that road." "Who did the objects belong to?" "There has to be an Occupant, right?" "I say no." "There's no Occupant." "I've seen him." "I took the Polaroid to the original motel." "I went inside the motel room and I saw it just like it was back in 1961, and there was a man in the room." "My God." "You really didn't know, did you?" "That certainly explains something I've never really understood." "Most of the time in the evidence I found... the Collectors refer to their hiding place as a vault, but in two instances, they call it a tomb." "You think he's dead?" "Nobody has seen him." "Nobody knows who he is." "Trust me, I've done the research." "But if there is a body, and the Collectors hid it somewhere, it might be in the vault." "I got this from Conroy's husband." "He is the last living Collector." "I had it digitized." "Unbelievable." "The Collectors were trying to do an experiment in Room 9." "Look, they nailed objects to the door." "This is huge." "It gets weirder." "Wh... what's happening now?" "I think this is where the world almost ends." "The original film was stolen." "Someone is a step ahead of us on this." "I'll kick this up the ladder, get the Legion moving on it." "Your Lieutenant back in Pittsburgh has been calling." "Wants to know how the hell we let Joe Miller escape." "I don't know." "There is no hallucinogens in your system." "You're clean." "No, Martin Ruber did something to me." "I think you should go back home, as soon as the doctors release you, detective." "Not until I find Martin Ruber." "I'm probably going to die of dehydration." "I just thought I'd mention." "No!" "No!" "No!" "No, no..." "No, no!" "No!" "No!" "I've been promoted, by the pontifex himself, so your cell will report directly to me from now on." "Congratulations, Parchman." "Thanks." "Should have been you, but you let Ruber steal two objects right out from under you." "You know what the punishment is for that?" "I'll get the objects back." "And I'll take care of Ruber." "Good." "It would be a shame to lose you." "Key, clock, scissors." "We want into the vault, we need all three." "Between us, of course, we have the key and the clock." "It's the scissors." "I think I know someone who could help us find them." "The word is you vanished, Mr. Kreutzfeld." "The Sood has security video and everything." "Yeah, I had a little lapse in security." "He's trying to sell the DVD now." "So what are you guys looking for?" "Scissors." "Your pitching slow balls." "$10,000." "Cash." "$5,000." " Okay, 10." " 12." "I think you've tried my patience enough for one day." "Zoralda Figueroa, Washington, D.C." "She deals crystal meth or pop tarts or something." "Is she dangerous?" "Scissors are rarely sought after, but she's had them for three years, so she must be doing something right." "And what do the scissors do exactly?" "They rotate things." "So what do you do, spin plates with it?" "Dude, if you want to theorize, I'm gonna charge you another grand." "So Zoralda's apartment is up on the fourth floor, and if she still has the scissors, we should just be able, to buy them off her." "This is a terrific neighborhood." "Is there a reason we couldn't just come here through the motel room?" "It's just" " It's not that easy." "I never been here before." "Besides, I like to see what I'm getting into first." "Maybe we should surprise her." "Oh, yeah." "Wouldn't want her to rotate us till we're dizzy." "This her apartment?" "Stay behind me." "If you insist." "Zoralda, I'm" "You want something from me, huh?" "You want some, too?" "Oh, rotates." " Calm down." " Adios." "You picked the wrong girl to mess with." "Having a hard time breathing?" "I'll take these." "Please..." "Don't take my scissors." "I'm sorry." "It's all I have left." "Get up." "Get up." "Get" "Who the hell is that?" "And that, I believe, is the combination to the vault." "If only we knew where the vault was." "What is this?" "I don't know." "The sun?" "No, I've seen this before." "I'll be right back." "Barbara Stritzke had these." "The location of the Collectors vault is hidden somehow inside those pictures." "I'm sure of it." "They certainly makes no sense to me." "Well, it didn't make sense to me at first, either, but together they make up a map." "A map." "Well, a map or instructions." "It makes sense if you've used the key." "When you leave the room, you have to picture a door in your mind," "If you don't, it'll just pick a door for you at random." "If you want a specific door, you have to have been there." "You have to be able to fix an image of it in your mind." "I think that's what these pictures are for:" "to take you to the vault without ever having been there before." "And where is there exactly?" "Okay." "What do these look like to you?" "They look like lines." "Maybe out of focus." "These are bars." "That's a guard tower, you see that?" "I can't believe I didn't see this before." "This is a prison." "We find the prison, we find the vault." " Hey." " Hi." "What's wrong?" "Why do you want this?" "Why do you need the Legions files on the Collectors?" "I'm trying to find a way into the vault with Kreutzfeld." "Oh, God." "I'm sorry you don't like this, but this is the best chance I've got." "You forget, Joe, I used to know Kreutzfeld." "I liked him, too, but something happened to him." "He changed." "I trust him." "He's gonna kill you as soon as he is done with you." "You're putting the rest of us in danger." "I am just trying to find my little girl." "I can't worry about the whole damn world." "I'm not you." "You don't think I wake up every morning, wanting my old life back?" "You don't get to choose, Joe." "No, I don't." "I'm not ready to come back to Pittsburgh yet." "I need some time off." "I'm searching for something." "Ow." "What?" "What's the matter?" "Wally, you can't send teenage girls to hell." "Are you kidding me?" "Teenage girls deserve it the most." "Look." "I could have bowled a 260 if those girls weren't teasing me." "I can't bowl with people watching." "It makes me tense." "Seriously, I could go pro if no one was watching." "That's great, Wally." "Listen to me." "I think I found a way into the Collector's vault." "What, you don't think I can go pro?" " Wally" " You should see my release." "Wally!" "What do you think you're going to find in the vault, Joe?" "The Occupant and the eye." "Okay, there's no such thing as the Occupant, and even if there was, he's long dead by now." "I've seen him." "And I'm going to find him." "Are you nuts?" "Do not go in the vault, Joe." "Do you hear me?" "The Collectors buried the objects there for a reason." "Wally, I have to find him." "If the Occupant's body is in the vault, I'm taking my chances." "What if he ain't dead, hmm?" "What if he just sitting there waiting for you?" "Hmm?" "Why are you really here, Joe?" "I need a favor." "It's ridiculous." "I mean, how do you hide 12 objects for 40 years inside of a prison?" "If we're lucky, it's abandoned." "How about if it's torn down?" "How about if it's a golf course now?" "This is definitely the door they want us to use." "There is probably no other way, in or out." " Karl..." " Yeah?" "What was the name of the Collector who owned that book?" "The book you got from the Sood." "John Clark." "He was one the original Collectors." "John Clark..." "Is there something there in the Legion files?" "Here he is." "John Clark." "John Clark was a guard at the State Prison in Kellogg county from 1955 to 1963." "I think we've found our prison." "Oh, Karl, you shouldn't have." "It's what I do." "I thought I'd make it easier for us." "Your gonna have to leave the flask." "Excuse me?" "We're taking the clock, the scissors, and the key, and no other objects." "Okay." "You should leave the gun then." "Falr is fair." "Well, technically, the gun is not an object." "Joe." "All right." "And in the interest in complete disclosure," "I shall leave behind the cufflink as well." "What the hell does that do?" "Lowers blood pressure." "Might be a placebo, but something is working." "All right." " You ready?" " Yes." "Do you have it yet?" "Just give me one more second." "I think I got it." "What are you waiting for?" "Wait!" "Karl, hang on!" "Hang on!" " You got me?" " I got you." "Maybe I'm wrong, but I thought you wanted the inside of the prison." "All right, ready?" "Come on up." "I guess I owe you one." "Forget it." "We're even." "Well, at least it's abandoned." "Yeah, but it's still the wrong door." "I don't get it." "If I was a vault, were would I be?" "Well, it's doubtful it's in here." "I just can't get a lock on this door." "These pictures just don't add up." "Come on." "Wait a minute." "It's in a fallout shelter." "It's underneath the prison." "Come on." "So is this it?" "Looks like it." " It's not a real door." " What?" "It's just painted on." "Karl, no!" "What does this look like to you?" "It's Conroy, isn't it?" "No." "There is someone else in that room." "It's him." "It's the Occupant." "The man I saw in the Polaroid." "Damn it!" "Open!" "Why not use the key?" "No lock." "Concrete." "Collectors." "What does the clock do, exactly?" "It doesn't happen to drill through walls, does it?" "It sublimates brass." "Sublimates?" "Turns solids into gas without liquefying." "Or vice versa." "Sort of like when dry ice becomes steam." "And the scissors" "Rotate." "Yeah, I got that one." "There's a seam here." " Hand me the scissors." " Right." "Be careful with these, will ya?" " Thank you." " Yeah." "Nice work." " Do you hear that?" " Yeah." "What the hell?" "Good thing you had me leave my gun behind." "Starting to have second thoughts about that." "What do we got here?" "Our fallout shelter." "Welded shut." "Let me guess:" "with brass." "We should step back a little." "Why is that?" "I don't want to breathe metallic gas, do you?" "I found what you wanted." "Here is the Legion's report of all the objects and their known whereabouts." "I don't know how accurate that is, but that's the closest thing we've got." "Great, thanks." "Oh, my God." "Look at this!" "I don't get it." "These are the Conroy objects." "The same objects from the film." "Karl Kreutzfeld has them all." "He trying to recreate the Conroy experiment." "That doesn't make any sense." "It's suicide." "He'll kill us all." "Not if we kill him first." "I hope the prime object's in there." "So we both get what we want out of this." "After I get my daughter back, you can have the key." "I don't want it." "I couldn't have done this without you." "Oh, my God." "We found it." "Joe, nobody's seen these objects in over 40 years." "Oh, no." "No." "I'm sorry." "I'm so sorry, Joe." "Joe, my search is over." "Well, that's great for you, Karl, but mine's not." "Oh, but it is." "I can bring your daughter back now." "How?" "How can you bring Anna back?" "The same way I bring Isaac back." "Do you know what the quarter does, Joe?" "It brings life to memories for a short time." "Two days, sometimes three." "Oh, my God." "My son Isaac." "He died nine years ago." "This is all I have left." "It was enough for a while." "Karl, what are you..." "What are you saying?" "You're still not seeing the objects for what they really are." "They're tools... tools to reshape reality." "The properties that we perceive, they're side effects, tip of the iceberg." "The objects allow us to change reality on levels that our brains can't even understand." "Don't you see?" "Conroy opened up a door through reality itself where anything is possible." "Listen to me." "I saw what Conroy did, and she almost ripped reality apart." "But I can do it right this time." "I can bring my boy back." "I can bring him back to life." "We can both bring our children back." "Both of them!" "No, Karl, this isn't just about us." " What if you're wrong?" " It will work!" "And what if it doesn't?" "Well, everyone will be dead, and it won't really matter." "Well, I can't do that." "Yes..." "You said you were willing to do whatever it took." "I am, but not this." "Then I'm going to need the key, Joe." "No." "The quarter brings living memories as well." "The key." "Sorry, Joe." "Kreutzfeld, you son of a bitch." "Hey." "You're getting good at that." "Are you okay?" "No." "Thanks for the loan, Wally." "My pleasure." "Uh, your lady friend is here." "You were right about Kreutzfeld." "I lost the key." "I lost everything." "I know what Kreutzfeld's trying to do." "He's trying to recreate the Conroy experiment." "His son is dead." "He wants to resurrect him, and now he has the glass eye." "I'm responsible for that." "Listen, Joe, I restored the film and I saw exactly what happened." "Conroy didn't stop the experiment." "The Occupant did." "The Occupant?" "I am sorry, I don't know how to do this, but we have to stop Kreutzfeld somehow." "Now." "Let me do that with the Legion." "But if we fall, the Occupant's our last hope." "You have to find him." "I don't know where to start." "I don't have the key." "I don't have anything." "Joe, you've come farther than anyone else." "You'll find him." "We're ready, son." "All right, think." "What do we know about the Occupant?" "Nothing." "The objects all belong to him, so they're his personal possessions, so there's got to be at least one thing that identifies him or" " tells us where he's from." " I didn't even know there was an Occupant until yesterday." "How would I have any idea- What are you" " Don't touch it." "Wait a minute." "Before it was an object, this was just a bus ticket, right?" "I need you to not do that." "Come on!" "Hey, do you know how hard it is for me to get that duct tape on there without zapping myself here?" " Whoa." " Look at that." "Bus route's right on there." " Whoa." " Willowbrook, Arizona." "That's where he came from." "That's a start, my friend." "Pull over here." "Right here." " What, right here?" " Yep, right here." "Welcome to Willowbrook, home of the Occupant, whoever he is." "Well, if I'm right, he disappeared from here in 1961, so I'm gonna check the missing persons reports." "Where's the police station?" "Wally, I'm wanted for murder and kidnapping." "We can't walk into a police station." "We're at the hall of records." "Sheriff, it's Detective Bridgewater." "You're still in town?" "Yeah, I have a question." "Detective Miller and Dr. Ruber escaped in a prisoner transport van." "Did it ever turn up?" "Yeah, abandoned not too far from here." "Where?" "Motel Sunshine just off old Route 66." "You know the place?" "Yeah." "Novocaln." "Sir?" "I need Novocaln and a syringe." "I'll see to it, sir." "What, a man can't sing to his bus ticket?" "Well, there were no missing persons in 1961, but there was an extra person." "What's an extra person?" ""Police arrested an unidentified man yesterday-"" "blah blah blah blah blah." ""The man accosted MabeI Smith, 24, of Willowbrook," ""claiming to be her husband." "Miss Smith is unmarried."" "Who's MabeI Smith?" "She's the town librarian." "Help you boys?" " Mabel Smith?" " Mm-hmm." "I'm Joe Miller." "Can we sit down and talk for a second?" "Sure." "I found an old article that mentions your name." "Why are you showing me this?" "I'm looking for him." "I'm sorry, I can't help you." "Mabel, you filed a police report against this man." "You must remember something." "It's been so long." "He said he was my husband." "I never saw him before, but... he knew all sorts of things about me, things no one knows." "What struck me at the time was that he seemed so sure, so insistent that I believe him." "And you... did you believe him?" "Oh, no." "No, no." "But he still haunts me." "You see, I never married... and, uh..." "he was as close as I came." "What was his name?" "I don't, uh..." "I don't remember." "Is there anything else that you can remember?" "Anything at all?" "I can't tell you how important this is to me." "He gave this to me." "I've never shown anyone." "Now that's him and that's me." "But that picture was never taken." "I never saw him before he showed up on my doorstep." "And this..." "This is the part that I can't sit with." "Yes, that's my handwriting." "I still wonder if I should have said yes." "Yes, I remember." "Mabel, may I take this picture?" "Yes, take it." "Thank you." "40 years old, good as new." "It's an object." "Well, Wally, I think I know why no one's ever found the occupant." "Whatever the event was that created the objects ripped him out of the world somehow, just like the motel room." "His history's been erased." "No one remembers him." "This picture might be the only evidence he ever even existed." "Yeah, right." "A pencil gets plucked out of existence, nobody cares." "But a whole guy..." "How do you find a man who doesn't exist?" "Episode 3B:" "The Prime Object" "Oh, my God." "It's real." "Bridgewater." "Lee, it's Sheriff Starnes." "Good news." "We just picked up your man, Dr. Ruber." "You wanted to know what he did to you." "Why don't you ask him?" "He's at the hospital." "Sood's books." "Welcome to Loserville." "Every disgusting wannabe, coulda-been, has-been object loser hangs out here." "It makes me sick to see you here." "I need to find something that I.D.s the Occupant." "Driver's license, some personal item with his name on it." "The Sood's the guy to ask, but he won't help you now." "You've pissed him off." "Well, I'll apologize to him, smooth things over." "Yeah, that will work." "Come on." "I'm not coming with you anymore." "Those people, my bus ticket, they're like piranhas." "This whole thing, you're getting in so deep it's dangerous for me." "I'm sorry." "I just can't." "You know what, Wally?" "You're right." "Thanks for everything." "I owe you." "Hey, Joe." "Get her back." "I'm here to see The Sood." "Appointment only." "Look, could you just tell The Sood that I'd like to apologize?" "Appointment only." "Can I make an appointment?" "No!" "Well, well." "Took me a while, Detective." "You're a difficult man to track down." "But every riddle has an answer." "I don't have it." "You'll excuse me if I don't believe you." "Montague, ask yourself, would I be walking to my next destination if I had the key?" "So what?" "You're just another object loser?" "Welcome to the club." "Is that really a gun in your pocket?" "Yes." "Intimidating." "Do you know The Sood?" "Do I know The Sood?" "Of course I know The Sood." "He's a friend." "He's a colleague." " We have dinner." " Good." "Introduce me to him." "Sir." "Enter." "Weasel, how many times have I got to tell you, keep your stinking carcass out of my shop." "You, too?" "Pumeet." "Wait, wait." "Sood, listen, I just wanted to introduce you to my friend- you're already" "I know you guys got off on the wrong foot, so..." "Kill them." "Please, Sood." "Hear me out." "I want to apologize for the disturbance I caused here a few days ago." "My argument was with Mr. Kreutzfeld, and I had no right bringing that argument here." "all I want is to find this man." "The Occupant." "There's a guy object?" "I mean, there's an object that's a guy?" "That changes everything." "You can't find any objects with this man's name on them?" "No." "No driver's license, no business card, no such object has ever surfaced." "Here is where all the known objects are right now." "Can you find me the pen?" "Where's the pen?" "The pen." "How accurate is this?" "It's pretty accurate." "I've collected as much history of the objects as I can." "The key, for instance..." "Just in the last few weeks you've been spotted in Pittsburgh," "New Mexico, Kansas, Cleveland" "I haven't been to Cleveland." "How far back does this go?" "Years." "Back to the beginning for some objects." "What if you mapped all their movements all at once?" "What would that prove?" "Well, I'm not sure, but there might be some sort of a pattern." "Could you just try it, please?" "What's that?" "What's there?" "No object has ever been through there." "Nothing." "It's the desert." "That's where he is." "The Occupant in the room, and somehow he is keeping all the objects away." "I need to borrow your car." "Great." "I'll drive." "Give me the keys." "This is all I have." "Give me the keys." "The center of the map is a town called Green Valley." "It doesn't look like much of a town." "From the outskirts there is a sanitarium." "Good luck." "We have to hit Kreutzfeld hard and fast." "It's not going to be easy getting in." "Leave that to me." "I have someone on the inside." "Look, none of us have ever done anything like this before." "We have no idea what we're getting into." "But if we don't at least try, we're going to end up dead anyway, so... let's go." "What are you doing?" "Hey." "How are you?" "It's a little project." "It's going to take awhile, though." "But I remember Anthony said something about making ice cream, though." "That wouldn't interest you, would it?" "Okay." "And close the door, will you, buddy?" "We're in position." "Very good." "Wait for my signal." "Yeah?" "They're about to attack." "Wise man." "You made the right choice." "No one's here." "Something's wrong." "I think it's a trap." "Get out." "Get out now." "Let's go." "Don't." "It won't heal." "Objects don't work in the room." "Hi." "Visiting hours are over." "Police business." "I'm here to see a patient." "Police?" "Well, okay, sure." "Who's the patient?" "John Doe." "You do have a John Doe here?" "Yeah." "He's always been here." "You should empty your pockets." "He doesn't like things." "What do you mean?" "Things-stuff, pens, wallets, keys." "It freaks him out." "The firearm?" "It stays with me." "My name is Joe Miller." "I just want to ask you" "No!" "Easy!" "Easy!" "Easy!" "It's okay!" "Look, it's okay." "I'm not going to hurt you." "Okay?" "I'm not going to hurt you." "Okay?" "I just want to talk to you, that's all, all right?" "I'm just going to sit down right here, okay?" "No!" "No!" "Stop!" "Damn." "Oh, my God." "Who the hell are you?" "I just want to know who you are and what happened in that motel room and if you created the obj" "Stop talking!" "I met your wife Mabel." "She gave me your picture." "She misses you... even if she doesn't remember you." "I felt the photograph coming." "I thought maybe you might have been my wife." "I let you through." "I'm sorry." "I'm really sorry." "Please, it's very important." "I just need to know, did you create these objects?" "I didn't." "Then where did they come from?" "I don't know." "I didn't do anything." "It just happened." "I need your help." "My little girl went into that motel room and she never came out." "Can you tell me where she is?" "She's still there." " Where?" " In the room." "No, she's not." "I've been there." "She's gone." "There's more than one." "What do you mean there's more than one?" "There's more than one." "Come on!" "Can you bring her back?" "Please tell me you can bring her back." "I can't." "But you can." "How?" "How can I bring her back?" "Take me to the motel room." "You almost had me there, Jennifer." "Yeah, too bad." "Didn't think you had it in you." "I want you to witness what I'm about to do." "I know you're scared of it, but if I'm right- if I'm right..." "You're not." "I won't harm you unless you interfere." "I saw him." "He..." "I saw..." "I've come a long way, Martin." "Margaret?" "Margaret, I saw him." "I saw the man in the room." "What man?" "I saw him through this Polaroid... at the motel." "I saw the Occupant... the living object." "This isn't true." "None of it." "He gave me a vision in the desert." "He told me that The Order was wrong." "He said that if I could put all the objects back together again, that I wouldn't just talk to God." "He said I would be God." "That's why you won't kill me." "I'm the Prophet." "Lee." "I knew you'd come." "Ruber!" "Don't smile at me like that." "I want some answers." "Who killed Lou Destefano?" "I did." "What happened to Anna Miller?" "The motel room took her." "You know the motel, Lee." "You dreamed about it." "How did you know that?" "The motel room is where the objects come from." "And they protect me." "I'm the Prophet of the Objects now." "Good-bye, Lee." "You're under arrest!" "Stop, Ruber, or I will put a hole in you!" "When you're ready to know the objects, Lee, come find me." "It's ready." "I'm nervous, Anthony." "Karl, please don't do this." "I want to see my son." "No!" "Daddy?" "Isaac." "Daddy?" "Yeah." "Isaac, no." "No, Isaac, please." "No." "Please!" "Come back!" "Karl, don't!" "I want to see my son." "No!" "Don't, Joe!" "Stop!" "I feel like myself again in here." "Outside... in the real world, there's so much... noise in my head." "It's quiet in here." "Who are you?" "I used to be a man named Eddie McCIeister." "Used to be?" "And now you're..." "what, the prime object?" "No, no." "There's no prime object." "I'm just an object like the rest." "I have a will." "That's the only thing that makes me different." "Except you're allive." "Yeah, unfortunately." "Unfortunately?" "Outside this room... the objects all sense each other... always, like pain, electricity, noise." "For a conscious mind, it's torture." "You said I could bring my daughter back." "How do I do that?" "You have to kill me." "No." "I can't." "You can." "Even if I wanted to, you shot yourself in the mouth." "You spat the bullet out." "I can't." "You can kill me in this room." "Take the burden." "What burden?" "Become an object." "Take my place." "No." "I don't understand." "How is that possible?" "One object is destroyed, another is created:" "conservation of objects." "Eddie, I can't." "I don't want that." "I want to die." "You want to see your daughter again, you have to kill me now, here, in this motel room." "No." "No, I won't be a murderer." "Take out your gun..." "please." "End this." "No." "Look, there's a price for everything, Joe." "This is the price to get your daughter back." "Kill me please." "I'll get my daughter back?" "Will my past be erased... like yours was?" "I don't know." "Will my daughter remember me?" "I don't know, but she'll be alive." "I'm sorry." "God forgive me." "Are you all right?" "What happened?" "Where is he?" "Sorry." " Joe?" " He's gone." "Joe, what did you do?" "You have to reset me." "I'm gonna go in the room." "I want you to reset it with the key." "I can't." "You're gonna disappear just like Anna did." "I won't." "I promise." "Better come back." "I will." "Please bring my daughter back." "Please bring my daughter back." "Please." " Daddy!" " Anna!" "You're okay?" " You okay?" " Yeah." "Yeah." "Sure you're okay?" "You all right?" "Is that bad man gone?" "Yeah." "Yeah, the bad man's gone." "Okay?" "But, Anna, you're safe with me now, okay?" "You're safe with me." "Yeah." "All right, banana?" "Okay, let's get out of here." "Oh, my God." "How is she?" "Oh, she's all right." "You're okay, right?" "Yeah." "Yeah." "She's okay." "Anna, this is Jennifer." " Hi." " Hi." "Jennifer, this is my daughter Anna." " What is it?" " Where are we?" "I will tell you the whole story later, okay?" "Okay." "Right now I just have one last thing to do, and then we got to go." "Okay." "Stay right here." "What are you doing?" "Trying to put an end to this." "Let's go." "Where are we going?" "Some place far away from here." " You okay?" " Yeah." "Subtitled By J.R. Media Services, Inc." "Burbank, CA"