Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Teddy/Chuck, Steven Cawley, Rachel Solando, Ellie Marino, Charlie McKinney, Mel/Johnny (Johnny does not appear in this chapter)
Series Notes: My notes grew too voluminous for the header, so you can find them in a separate entry here.
Fandoms: Public Enemies/Shutter Island
Genres: Angst, AU, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Mystery
Rating (this chapter): PG-13
Warnings (this chapter): None
Spoilers: For Shutter Island, some scenes were tailored by me to fit this story. Nothing in this story references the major plot twist of the book or movie. I used the same settings and characters, but in a very AU way. For Public Enemies, nothing except for the ultimate fate of John Dillinger, and that’s historical fact, anyway.
General Summary: U.S. Marshals Teddy Daniels and Chuck Aule are sent to Shutter Island on a unique assignment, and while there, discover shocking answers to a decades-old mystery.
Chapter Summary: Teddy and Chuck encounter various patients as they begin their assignment.
Date Of Completion: March 23, 2010
Date Of Posting: May 2, 2010
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, Dennis Lehane, Paramount and Universal do, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1209
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Notes: This is a story that started running through my head as soon as I left the theater after my first viewing. Like the patients on Shutter Island, I can’t escape! ;)
The entire series can be found here.
OUT OF THE SHADOWS
Along ancient halls,
Behind ancient walls.
The lobby was dark, the wood paneling walnut with a patina of age. Teddy wondered just how old these buildings were. They were 19th century, but just how many years, exactly? He knew that he was focusing on the trivial because he wasn’t looking forward to seeing a dying woman, and a crazy one at that.
Cawley, Teddy, and Chuck walked up the main staircase, entering a corridor with a row of windows letting in pearl-gray light. Chuck smiled. Well, his partner always did like things bright.
Cawley brought them to a room in a dark corridor and opened the door.
The room smelled of sickness, the one high window letting in that same gray light. Bars bisected the view of the sky. There was a wardrobe in the corner, a stack of books on a small table, and the lone cot.
Rachel Solando was breathing heavily on the cont, her eyes glazed with pain. A pretty, brunette nurse was sitting in a chair next to the cot.
“How is she?” Cawley asked.
“Restless. She’s going to need a shot of morphine.”
“We’ll let the Marshals interview her first.” Cawley gestured towards the nurse. “Nurse Ellie Marino, this is Marshal Teddy Daniels and Marshal Chuck Aule.”
The nurse nodded acknowledgment and stood, Chuck taking the chair she’d vacated.
“Hello, Dr. Solando. My name is Chuck Aule. I’d like to talk to you about the Nazis you and your husband cornered in Smallville, Kansas.”
Rachel’s brown hair was in disarray, her dress rumpled as she plucked restlessly at the blanket.
“You…you’ll find them? Punish them?”
Chuck’s voice was soft. “Yes, Doctor.”
“They…they hounded us…constantly…” She put the back of her hand on her brow “…and…they were monsters…shrieking…Jim and I…we were running…and the Feds came after us…they wouldn’t stop screaming…”
Rachel rambled, but there was nothing of use, even with Chuck’s gentle prodding. Ellie discreetly prepared a syringe of morphine.
“Charlie knows…he was…he and Jim…had a plan.”
“Charlie?” Cawley asked. “Charlie McKinney?”
“Yes,” Rachel sighed as the nurse gave her the shot.
Cawley gestured to go out in the hall.
“Who’s Charlie McKinney?” asked Teddy.
“One of our patients. He and Hunnicutt were friends.”
“We’d better interview him, too. Is he coherent, Doctor?”
“Mostly. Rachel will sleep for awhile now. I’ll bring you to McKinney.”
Chuck flipped his notebook shut and he, Teddy, and Cawley left Ward B, crossing the quadrangle to Ward A, the building almost identical to the one they’d just left.
The room in which Charlie McKinney slept was a mirror image of Rachel’s: wardrobe, table, chair, and cot. A guitar stood in one corner, and McKinney sat on his cot with his knees drawn up, smoking a cigarette. Short brown hair was slicked back, his hand shaking slightly as he took a drag. He was a small man but neither marshal was fooled. He probably fought like a wildcat.
“Charlie, these gentlemen would like to speak to you,” Cawley said.
Distrustful brown eyes bored into the two visitors. “You’re them Federal marshals, right?”
“That’s right,” Teddy answered. He pulled up the single chair. “Dr. Cawley says you were friends with George Hunnicutt.”
“What if I was?” McKinney’s hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly. “Some law against that?”
“Nope.” Teddy sat back, Chuck standing about a foot away with Cawley. “We just want to pick your brain.”
McKinney guffawed. “Too late! Guy in charge before Doc Cawley beat ya to it.”
Puzzled, Teddy looked at Cawley, who appeared uncomfortable.
“Don’t worry, Doc, I’ll spare ya havin’ to tell the details.” McKinney pointed to either side of his head. “That’s where the electrodes went. I got zapped an average of three times a week. Some poor devils got three times a day if ol’ Doc Clausen thought you were a candidate. Got at least 100 volts per session.”
Teddy felt his skin crawl. He’d heard of electroshock therapy and lobotomies. Chuck looked a little green around the gills.
“We don’t employ electroshock treatments anymore, at least not here at Ashecliffe,” Cawley said softly.
“That’s right, they don’t.” Amusement appeared on McKinney’s sallow face. “Don’t know if I can help you boys. My memory’s a little fuzzy about those days.”
“We’d appreciate any help you could give us,” Chuck said.
McKinney looked up at him. “Yeah, well, ask away.” He flicked his cigarette ashes into an ashtray on the bed.
“Did George Hunnicutt ever discuss his…work…with you?” Teddy asked.
McKinney snorted. “You mean his murders?” At Teddy’s nod, the other man shrugged. “He had an M.O, like you guys say. He usually invaded houses and dragged people outta their beds and tied ‘em to chairs, where he’d strut around and tell ‘em they were gonna die.”
“So he used that M.O. all the time?”
McKinney shrugged again. “So he said.”
“You think he was lying?”
“How the hell do I know? You can’t believe the nuts in this place.”
Teddy couldn’t argue that point but kept his expression neutral.
McKinney puffed on his cigarette. “He had a lotta kills, even before he left this place.”
Teddy had read Hunnicutt’s file. He had been suspected of killing twelve people before being committed to Ashecliffe. After his escape, he’d doubled that number.
He also recognized that McKinney wasn’t going to say any more about his old friend, at least not tonight. He and Chuck would have to work this guy.
“Thank you, Mr. McKinney.” Teddy rose, putting his notebook away. He and Chuck started to leave.
“I’ll be right out, gentlemen,” said Cawley, sitting in the chair that Teddy had just vacated.
The Marshals left the room, Chuck pushing his hat back on his head. “You think McKinney’s going to be useful?”
“He might. As long as we’re here, we might as well use what we can get.”
Chuck nodded, trying to see through the gloom of the dimly-lit hall.
“Are you…the Federal Marshals?”
Both men jumped slightly as they turned to see a figure emerge from the shadows. He was wearing pants and a shirt a little too big on his thin frame. Neither man could make out the colors in the darkness. His hair was neatly-combed, his face shadowed.
“We are,” Teddy replied.
“You’re not from the…the Bureau?” The soft Southern accent was pleasing to the ear.
“Ah, yes. No, we’re not two of Hoover’s boys.”
The man flinched. “I…I need your help.”
Teddy and Chuck exchanged looks, and Teddy asked warily, “How can we help you?”
The man took a step forward, just enough light showing enormous dark-brown eyes in a face with prominent cheekbones. His hand reached out. “I don’t belong here.”
Teddy suppressed a sigh. Same old story, whether in prison or a mental institution.
“I’m sorry, Mister. You’ll have to speak to Dr. Cawley.”
“No!” He grabbed Teddy’s sleeve. “Please, Marshal, I’ve told them and told them! They’re keeping us prisoner! They know who I really am!”
Teddy refrained from yanking his arm away. Who knew if the guy would turn violent? Chuck inched closer to him.
“Who are you?” Teddy asked.
“I’m Special Agent Melvin Purvis of the Bureau of Investigation!”