The Cell

Thank you for the horse.

You liked him?

Oh, it's beautiful...

but I thought we were going sailing today.

You promised.

Well, that one's too old.

See, now? That'll do.

Come on!

Come on, Mr. E.

-It's broken. -Who says?

Mokelock.

Now, Edward, we agreed.

No more Mokelock.

Mokelock is the bogeyman.

Mokelock wants me where I am.

We can fix it.

Edward.

Sing a song of sixpence.

Sing a song of sixpence.

A pocketfull of rye.

Four and twenty blackbirds.

Baked in a pie.

Rise and shine.

Mr. E is doing fine.

Did we go sailing?

Almost.

Mokelock showed up.

Mokelock is the bogeyman.

Mokelock wants me where I am.

Mokelock is a pain in the ass.

Where'd he get Mokelock again?

Mother Goose.

-Henry. -Barry.

What's the matter, Barry?

Edward's parents are here.

He needs a haircut.

He loves it when you visit.

My husband wonders if that's true.

He wants to place Edward in the hospital.

I'm sorry, Catherine.

Mr. Baines...

I've been working on this project for seven years.

I know, Henry. I know.

Please don't take offense, Dr. Kent.

Your work's invaluable to this company.

But you're not sure about me.

We've waited eighteen months for signs of progress.

There has been progress.

There's no proof, Catherine.

With all due respect, Mr. Baines...

I'm not the one who designed the procedure.

I mean, I wish I could take creditfor it, but I can't.

I was chosen to do a job. They picked me.

But if you think there's someone better...

or someone who's more devoted to your son,then--

No one's doubting your ability, Catherine.

What is it, then?

There's no proof, Catherine.

There's no proof the procedure works.

All you're giving me is the belief...

that your interaction with my son...

is not a...

hallucination.

Shit!

I better get back to work.

Oh, good-bye, Mrs. Baines.

-Thank you. -Thank you, Mr. Baines.

Come, shall we? Lucien.

Lucky she worships you.

Why? Because he hates me?

I wouldn't say "hates."

Distrusts, dislikes immensely...

can't bear the sight of.

What's the verdict?

Well, we've got another six months...

and Barry had to push for that.

I want to reverse the feed, Miriam...

now more than ever.

We've been through this a hundred times, Catherine.

It's too risky.

Why not? What do we have to lose?

When I did social work, it was always better...

when we took the kids out of their environment.

Foster homes can be scary at first...

but eventually they see that things can be different.

Edward is like that right now.

He--he's living in a world that is not healthy.

Let's show him a different place.

All right. Let's say we do it your way.

We reverse the feed, and we bring Edward into your mind.

Can you imagine his shock when he finds...

that he's been thrust into this whole otherworld?

-I do it all the time. -You're a willing participant.

You're aware of what's happening.

Edward's in a coma.

And besides,we don't know what effect it will have on you.

I mean, you're already exhausted.

-Have you been sleeping? -Yes.

-Any more nightmares? -No.

-No. -Good.

Leave work here.

Don't take it home in this.

Hey,you.

What are you looking for, hmm?

Want some milk?

That's fun. Let me try it.

Not so much power. The animal is delicate.

Edward, is that you?

Edward,were there seagulls being killed on the beach...

while you were sailing?

Don't hide, sweetie, please? Edward, is that you?

Don't be afraid.

No one will hurt you.

Edward, is that you?

Go to sleep.

Help!

Somebody, help me, please!

Somebody!

Help me!

Can you hear me?

Help!

Thanks for waiting, Cole.

Teddy Lee, no problem.

Special Agent Ramsey.

-Cole. -Morning.

Who found her?

The surveyor for the railroad, about 6:00 this morning.

Skidmarks appear to match the tire tracks from Reno.

And it looks like he scraped the rail and lost some paint.

It's on its way to the lab already.

Dumped the body overthere.

Bleach.

Anne Marie Vicksey.

She makes seven.

Jeez, this stinks.

Do they all look like dolls?

Every unfortunate soul.

What's that?

Some kind of a collar. Part of his methodology.

The way he puts it there?

He makes it for them.

It makes him feel they belong to him.

Is the water always this low?

Yeah, this time of year.

Give me a coroner's report right away.

Preliminary forensics, too.

I don't want anyone dragging their ass on this.

So, how was work?

Oh, exhausting.

I have no idea, Jean. For God's sake.

Good luck with the monster. I love you, too. I gotta go.

-OK. Thanks. Bye. -All right. Bye-bye.

Hot off the presses.

There's nothing new to report, gentlemen.

A match on his semen.

Water in her lungs...

show high levels of chlorine and rust.

What, pray tell, is this?

They say they found some dog hair?

From a canine unit?

No. There was no canine unit.

And Anne Vicksey doesn't own a dog,Teddy.

I want to see this.

What you got,Teddy?

Hypomelanosis.

And that means?

A complete absence of melanin.

The dog is an albino.

He'd love an animal like that.

Gentlemen...

I believe an albino dog is a rare animal indeed.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

You poor boy.

You're gonna be OK.

Baby, I'm so sorry.

Jesus Christ, Peter.

Thought you were gonna get some sleep, clean yourself up.

I did.

-They're waiting,you know. -I'm ready.

Let's go.

We're gonna do this two ways.

Breeders of German shepherds.

Ford dealers.

I want you to be thorough, and I also want you to be fast.

This guy's accelerating.

He only waited six days this time.

When he first started, months could pass.

And that means one of two differentthings.

One, he thinks we're stupid, and we can't catch him.

Two,which is the one that I believe...

he wants to be caught.

The dog hairthing is sloppy.

He leaves Anne Marie Vicksey in three inches of water.

He knew that we'd find her.

Now,there's one thing I know for certain.

If we can't stop him...

he ain't gonna stop himself.

Will this be all right?

Yes, ma'am, that's great. Thank you very much.