"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." "Afraid 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." "$10000." "Cash." "$5000." " Okay 10." " 12." "I think you've tried my patience enough for one day." "Zoraida 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 Zoraida'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." "Zoraida 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" "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's done with you." "You're the rest of us in danger." "I'm 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." "What?" "What's the matter?" "Wally, you can't send teenage girls to hell." "You kidding me?" "Teenage girls deserve it the most." "Look, I could've bowled a 260 if those girls weren't teasing me." "I can't bowl when people watch." "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 gonna 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 gonna 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's just sitting there waiting for you?" "Hmm?" "Why are you really here, Joe?" "I need a favor." "This is 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's 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 of the original collectors." "John Clark." "Is there something 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 found our prison." " Oh, Karl, you shouldn't have." " It's what I do." "I thought I'd make it easier for us." "You're gonna have to leave the flask." "Excuse me?" "We're taking the clock, the scissors, and the key." "No other objects." "Okay." "You should leave the gun, then." "Fair is fair." " Well, technically the gun's not an object." " Joe." "All right." "And in the interest of complete disclosure, I shall leave behind the cuff link as well." " What the hell does that do?" " Lowers blood pressure." "Might be a placebo, but something's 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 we 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 can't get it." "If I was a vault, where 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." "If 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!" "What does this look like to you?" " It's Conroy, isn't it?" " No." "There's someone else in that room." "It's him." "It's the occupant." "The man I saw in the polaroid." "Damn it!" "Argh!" "Joe, why don't you use the key?" "There's 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 liquifying." "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 you?" " Thank you." " Yeah, nice work." " Did 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's that?" "I don't want to breathe in metallic gas, do you?" "I found what you wanted." "Here's the legions' report of all the objects and their known whereabouts." "I don't know how accurate that is, but" " that's the closet thing we've got." " Great, thanks." "Key Kleenex" "Left Shoe Left Sock" "Liquor bottle Matchbook" "Nail Clipper Newspaper" "Nail Clipper" "Kari Kreutzfeld, Pittsburgh, PA" "Oh, my god." "Look at this." " I don't get it." " These are the Conroy objects." "The same objects from the film." "Karl Kreutzfeld's has them all." "He's trying to recreate the Conroy experiment." "Well, 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." "I hope 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, tips 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..." "Well, everyone will be dead." "It won't really matter." " Well, I can't do that." " You..." " You said you were willing to do whatever it took." " I am." "But not this." " Then I'm gonna need the key, Joe." " No." "The quarter brings living memories as well." " No!" " The key." "Sorry, Joe!" "Kreutzfeld, you son of a bitch!" "Hey." "You're getting good at that." " 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 fail, 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 gotta be at least one thing that identifies him or..." "I didn't even know there was an occupant till yesterday." "How would I have any idea if he..." "What are you..." "Don't touch..." "Before it was an object, it was just a bus ticket, right?" "I need you not to 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 all the..." " 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." " Think we're at the driveway?" "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." "I can't walk into a police station." "We're at the hall of records." "Sheriff, it's Detective Bridgewater." " You 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 on the Route 66." " You know the place?" " Yeah." "Novocaine." "Sir?" "I need novocaine 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." "The man accosted Mabel Smith, 24, of Willowbrook, claiming to be her husband." "Miss Smith is unmarried." "Who's Mabel Smith?" "She's the town librarian." "Oh, 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..." "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 do 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?" "Oh, 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've 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..." " And how do you find a man who doesn't exist?"