[Man] Anna!
Anna!
Somebody help me!
Let me... Help me!
Anna!
[screaming]
Lee help me!
[gasps]
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.
[scoffs]
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 old life.
I was once normal.
It's overrated.
Sit, please.
Ah...
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 Clark's?
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.
[crashing]
No, no, no, I don't have anything to do with that.
[sounds of struggle]
Mick, what's going on out there?
[shouting, groan]
Is that a way out? Yes.
This way.
[gasps]
[grunts]
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?
Ah...
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.
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.
[groaning]
[laughing]
I'm probably going to die of dehydration.
I just thought I'd mention.
Ah!
No!
No...
No!
No, no...
No, no!
No!
[shouts]
[laughing]
♪ [piano]
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.
Hmm.
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.
♪ [hip-hop]
So Zoraida's apartment is up on the fourth floor,
and if she still has the scissors,
we should just be able, to just buy them off her.
This is a terrific neighborhood.
Is there a reason we couldn't just come here thru 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.
[neighbors shouting]
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.
[Spanish on TV]
Zoraida, I'm...
Aah!
[groans]
You want something from me, huh?
Agh!
You want some, too.
[groans]
Oh, rotates.
Ugh!
Calm down.
Adios.
[shouts]
[panting]
You picked the wrong girl to mess with.
Uhh!
[gasping]
Having a hard time breathing?
I'll take these.
[grunting]
[coughing]
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.
[P.A. announcing schedule]
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.
[whimper]
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.
[scream]
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.
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 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.
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. Fair 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!
Ohh!
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. [groaning]
I guess I owe you one.
Forget it. We're even.
[Karl] Well, at least it's abandoned.
[Joe] 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.
Wait a minute.
It's in a fallout shelter. It's underneath the prison.
Come on.
[door opening]
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.
[gasps]
It's him.
It's the Occupant.
The man I saw in the Polaroid.
Damn it! Open!
[chuckles]
[Karl] Why don't you 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?
[metal squeaks]
[rumbling]
Thank you.
Yeah. Nice work.
[wings fluttering]
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.
[ticking]
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.
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.
[creaking]
Oh, my God.
[Karl] 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 what ever 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.
[gasps]
[helicopter rotor]
Sorry, Joe.
[panting]
Kreutzfeld, you son of a bitch.