Touch (2012–2013): Season 1, Episode 2 - 1+1=3 - full transcript
Despite she witnessing Jake's possible communication through numbers and despite Jake having run away to home, Clea is still convinced that Jake is better off under Child and Family Services care. Before Clea whisks Jake away, Jake gives his father what Martin believes is a local telephone number. That number does lead Martin to a pawn shop owned and operated by Arnie Klepper. After visiting the shop, Martin believes that part of his purpose was to prevent the armed robbery that occurred while he was in the shop. Arnie is however ungrateful for Martin's appearance as Martin's action led to Arnie suffering a gunshot wound - a superficial one but a gunshot wound nonetheless. Meanwhile, Jake is able to run away once again, he who ultimately leads Martin to the rationale for the number, which will include in its story a Russian boy who wants the friendship of his classmates but who doesn't understand why they don't like him, a peanut vendor with serious money problems, a flight attendant whose current task is to track down a dog that was scheduled to depart on one of the flights but who escaped, a South Asian man who is in town to spread his dead father's ashes in the center of New York Stadium, an oft stolen seventh game league winning home run baseball, and the power of magic and second chances.
My name is Jake.
I was born 4,165 days ago,
on October 26, 2000.
I live on this planet with
7,080,360,000 other people.
This is a story
of some of those people.
Today the average person
will say 2,250 words
to 7.4 other individuals.
We'll send
over 300 billion e-mails,
19 billion text messages,
all adding to the giant mosaic
of patterns and ratios.
Mathematical in design,
these patterns are hidden
in plain sight.
You just have
to know where to look,
but only some of us can see
how the pieces fit together.
It's all been predetermined
by mathematical probability,
and it's my job
to keep track of those numbers,
to make the connections for those
who need to find each other...
the ones
whose lives need to touch.
I was born on October 26, 2000.
I've been alive for 11 years,
four months, 25 days,
and 13 hours,
and in all that time...
I've never said a single word.
But that's okay.
I have someone
who hears me now.
I'm not taking him back there.
I covered for you, told them he
was safe with you for the night,
but he needs to come back.
He was trying
to communicate with me.
You saw that
for yourself last night.
Yes, I saw it,
and I'm not saying that what
Jake's capable of isn't...
incredible, but it doesn't
change his situation.
It changes everything.
In 11 years he's
never said a word;
I've never been able
to touch him;
And now I can hear him.
I know what he wants.
Last night
this is the number he dialed
from the cell tower.
He wants me to find this guy.
I don't know why.
I don't even know how.
All I know is that I have to.
Mr. Bohm, please.
Look at your situation.
You're a single parent,
no mother in the home.
With your job, you can barely
provide for his special needs.
He's escaped every school
he's been sent to.
I'm not the enemy here.
Jake ran away from a locked
facility last night.
That is serious.
I'm trying to keep the
state from taking him
away from you for good.
So, please, can you just...
go to work, stay
below the radar,
and let me try
to help your son?
Can you do that for me?
I'm sorry. No, I can't.
Well, I'm sorry.
'Cause I'm gonna have
to call the police.
You'd do that?
Wait, wait.
Hey, buddy.
Miss Hopkins is going
to take you back
to the board and care facility
just for a few weeks.
She's going to take really
good care of you, I promise,
a-and I'm gonna be able
to get to see you every day.
Okay?
You want me to take that, yeah?
Paying you to surf
the Internet now, Bohm?
Sorry, I was just...
15 minutes left on your
shift. Come with me.
Got a special delivery to a
connecting flight at Terminal 3,
leaving for Moscow
in half an hour.
Okay.
Lyov.
Why don't you and I go
for a ride?
Pardon me. Excuse me.
Excuse me.
I have a plane to catch.
Coming through.
Sorry.
You kidding me?!
God!
Excuse me.
- Oh! For God's sake.
- No, no, no, no, no.
- No, no, no.
- I'm sorry. I didn't see you.
You came out of nowhere.
Look, I've got to go see a man
about a dog, but I can call
for someone
to clean up this dirt
- for you.
- It's not dirt. It's my father.
Where the hell have you been?
I had to come clear across
the airport looking for you.
- Sorry. I just got the call.
- Uh-huh, sure you did.
Can we just get him
on the truck, please?
It's not exactly
flight attendant duty.
Why have they got
you handling it?
Some Russian guy paid extra
to have Lyov here
hand-delivered.
I'm supposed to meet
the courier in Moscow.
Good luck.
Yeah, thanks for everything.
No, wait!
No, no, no.
Wait! Wait! Wait!
Stop that dog.
Somebody stop that dog!
Lyov!
Come here, puppy!
Here, boy!
Hey, Jake.
What you doing there?
Boy, you sure like numbers
don't you?
They're all the same--
5296 over and over again.
Does it mean something, Jake?
Is it a message?
I know you like counting
popcorn kernels.
Maybe you can guess my
phone number or my address.
Want to give it a try?
Okay, good.
Should I count those with you?
One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven
in that row there.
One there, one there.
Is it my birthdate maybe?
Does it mean something, Jake?
Why don't we put
that book away
for a while, huh?
We can try playing
with something else.
We have all sorts
of other things
you can do your numbers with.
How about some finger paint?
You can paint
on the easel here.
Let me get you something
to clean that up.
Jake?
Son of a bitch.
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Yay!
Yay!
I'm sorry about your father.
You're still here.
I tried to take a bus,
but it dropped me right back
off at the terminal.
They can be a little hard
to navigate
if you don't know
your way around.
I'm still here, too.
I was looking for a dog, so,
I missed my flight.
Generally frowned upon
- in my line of work.
- I'm sorry.
Where are you trying to get to?
New York Stadium.
I'm taking my father there.
- Ah.
- He loved New York.
He went to university here.
Loved the city, the people.
But ma'am, most of all,
he loved the baseball.
Hmm. My dad's
a baseball fan, too.
So I'm taking him
to the stadium
to spread his ashes
in the center part of the field.
I have yet to shed
a tear for him.
I am waiting until
after I complete my task.
It's a wonderful thing
you're doing for him.
Some of us will never
get that chance...
There's a taxi stand
outside to the left.
Just ask the driver,
and he'll take you there.
Thank you for your kindness.
Good luck to you.
Look,
I don't have any place
to be for a while, and...
I haven't been to that stadium
since I was a kid, so...
Hello?
It's okay.
I'm ready.
Excuse me?
Who are you?
I'm the guy
that called the other night.
I said I was...
supposed to find you. Remember?
Yeah. I thought you were crazy.
Still do.
What do you want?
I don't know... yet.
Look, it's kind of hard
to explain,
but I think I'm supposed
to help you somehow.
Help me what?
I know it sounds crazy.
My-My son led me here.
And even though it
doesn't make sense
to either one of us right now,
it will, it just...
Who are you?!
I-I'm nobody.
I'm just a guy
in the wrong place
at the wrong time.
Well, get down on the ground.
Now!
Give me the money.
I got a gun
under the counter here.
Go ahead. Go for it.
Don't be a hero.
- Just give him what he wants!
- I will shoot you, man!
Better make it count
before I get my gun.
Shouldn't have done that, man.
Like I said, he had
a mask most of the time...
I'm fine, damn it!
Take your damn hands off me!
You've been shot. You've
got to go to the hospital.
- Let me go with you. - Why? 'Cause
you haven't caused enough trouble?
Get this lunatic away from me.
Look, I think I'm supposed to go
to the hospital
with you, okay? Please.
So you can keep
screwing up my life?!
Leave me the hell alone,
or I'm telling that cop there
that you're stalking me.
You understand?!
Look at this.
Watches. Huh?
Uh, look at that.
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It's a joke, right?
You're joking.
Look, I-I... I had
an arrangement
for the whole $10,000,
but it-it...
it fell apart.
I'm a simple man, mister.
I make my money in honest way.
I lend it;
People pay me back.
When they don't...
things fall apart.
Cause and effect...
my friend.
Cause and effect.
No, wait, wait.
What is it?
This... is Patrick McGrath's
home run ball
from game seven of the
2009 League Championship.
It's worth $50,000.
$50,000.
Yeah.
You know that how?
Because that's how much I
got for it when I sold it,
uh, the first time.
See, now it's come back
to me like magic, like
for a reason.
It's like a... like
a second chance.
You know, come on.
You believe in that, right?
Second chance.
When one comes my way,
I will let you know.
You got three hours
to get me my money.
Go!
Hey.
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So... who's our contact
when we get to the stadium?
Our what?
You didn't make
arrangements for this,
- did you?
- No.
There's security
issues, insurance.
I don't know if they're
gonna let you do this.
But they have to.
I promised him.
I'm sure he'd understand.
No, ma'am, he would
not understand.
It would prove
that I'm a bad son.
But you're a wonderful son.
You came all the
way here for him.
He must have loved
you very much.
Loved me?
No, he didn't even like me.
I was a great
disappointment for him.
He preferred my sister.
Well... why go to
all the trouble?
Ma'am, it is my duty...
as his son.
A child owes
their father respect.
Yes?
Did... Did I say
something wrong?
The owner was shot and wounded.
The robber got away. I...
Was I supposed to stop
the entire thing from happening?
Did I even save
the owner's life?
How should I know?
And if I did,
why don't I know
that that's why Jake sent me?
It doesn't make any sense.
Sense? Oh, is that what
you're looking
for-- sense?
Well, I'm trying
to figure this out.
I'd like some answers.
So it's about you, is it?
What does that mean?
You haven't been listening
to me, Mr. Bohm.
I told you before,
what your son sees
won't make sense to you.
Here. What do you see?
Numbers.
I see numbers.
When Jake looks at this,
he sees the entire universe.
It's all numbers to him.
It's the past, the
present, the future.
He sees how they're
all connected.
You told me that before.
The road map, my destiny,
the connections.
- I don't know what that means.
- It is simple.
Sometimes when the
numbers don't add up,
it means that there's
some cosmic pain
- that has to be healed.
- Pain?
That your son feels, senses.
Something unresolved,
unfinished in the world.
He sees the pain as numbers.
Your job is to follow
where it leads.
Blindly?
If need be, yes.
Where does that leave me?
What am I supposed to do now?
Just trust your son.
He'll let you know.
I'm sorry. Excuse me.
- Yeah?
- Mr. Bohm, Clea Hopkins.
I don't know how to tell you
this again, but Jake is gone.
- What?!
- I've looked everywhere.
You got any idea
where he could be?
Oh, my God.
Yeah, I got him.
Oh, thank God.
Jake!
Jake?
Jake?! Jake?!
My son's run away.
He's on your bus.
- Just give me a second.
- All right.
Come on, Jake.
We got to get off the bus.
Jake, everybody's waiting for us
to get off the bus. Come on.
Are you staying or going?
You want to stay on the bus?
Is that what you want?
It looks like we're staying.
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Jake!
Jake, the number you gave me
earlier, it led me to here.
Earlier this morning,
there was a robbery.
I couldn't stop that
from happening,
but I think I saved
the owner's life.
Is that what I was
supposed to do?
Is that why you
gave me the number?
Jake, please.
I am trying so hard to do
what you want me to.
Just give me a sign,
a hint, anything.
673-5296.
297.
The number's wrong.
Hello?
Jake, there's no one here.
We'll come back later, okay?
I promise.
Let's go. Jake.
Jake.
We shouldn't be in here.
Jake.
Put that back.
"Arnold."
Who the hell are you?
Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm-I'm a friend of...
Look, we're here because...
You're the guy I'm supposed
to give the envelope to, right?
Yeah. That's right.
You know, it's weird, man.
This morning, he told me he
wasn't coming back for a while.
It's like he knew
they were gonna take him back
- to the hospital.
- Well, he must be doing better.
These prescriptions
are over two weeks old.
They haven't even been opened.
He thinks he can beat this
on his own.
Like, me, personally, I'd do
medication, chemo, the works.
Me, too.
Hey, I'll get you
the envelope, yeah?
Thank you.
I can go as low as 20,
but not a penny less.
But it's a legendary ball!
It's a steal at 20!
I can do 15.
15 and it's yours.
Ten.
Damn it!
Well, there it is.
Excuse me!
Hi.
Could we come in
for a few minutes?
Sorry. Closed to the public.
Team's practicing.
This man came
all the way from India.
Can't you just
let us look around?
Nope, game's Tuesday night.
Sorry.
Hey, come on, wait.
It'll just take a minute,
I swear...
We'll figure something out.
Don't worry.
My sister was right.
I've failed him again.
You didn't fail.
You made it all the way here
with your father's ashes
in a ceramic elephant.
That's not a failure.
I came to spread his ashes
in the center part
of the field.
They have doors and
guards and fences.
Ma'am, I was a fool to think
that I could even do this.
You made a pilgrimage
all the way here.
You have your closure.
Not everyone in the world
gets that.
Lyov?!
I'm sorry, but if I
want to keep my job,
I have to get that dog.
You have a great rest
of your life, okay?
Lyov!
Come on!
No, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no. Lyov!
Lyov! Come back here!
What'd you get me into, Jake?
Here you go, bro.
Thank you.
How'd you two get in here?
Door was open.
Was it?
Who are you?
I told you, I'm a
friend of Arnold's.
You mean Arnie, don't you?
Come on.
My kid's here.
You should've thought about that
before you broke in here.
Jake!
Go, Jake!
Drive! Please! Drive!
Jake, I'm sorry.
I had to, okay?
I'm sorry.
You're okay now. You're okay.
Where to?
Just give me a second.
Victory Memorial Hospital,
please.
Mr. Klepper?
Arnie?
He's not here, Jake.
Come on.
Let's go.
Jake!
Oh, no.
Come on, Jake. We got to go.
See you, boys.
Mr. McGrath?
Do you remember me?
You're the peanut vendor.
Lawsuit.
You got the ball;
What else do you want from me?
Every kid grows up dreaming
of catching a home run ball.
Well, my dream came true,
and then I...
I sold it.
That's when it started
this whole chain of events,
bad to worse.
I just want to put
it all back right.
And to start with,
I need to give this
ball back to you.
Oh...
You couldn't just
get me my money?
You're really gonna make me
do this to you, huh?
It's like you said, Yuri,
every man makes choices.
Cause and effect.
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That second chance
you were talking about...
You go now.
Arnie?
Jake...
stay right there.
Arnie?
What are you doing?
- Oh, God. How did you...
- I know about
your cancer...
and about the $10,000
you left in the envelope
for the man
who robbed your store
earlier today.
You were setting up a hit.
He wasn't there to rob you;
He was there
- to kill you.
- Until you showed up.
Who are you? Why do
you keep doing this to me?
I told you,
I was meant to find you.
- To help you.
- No one can help me; I'm dying.
You don't know that yet. You haven't
even gone through the treatment.
I got no one to care,
one way or the other.
I read the note
you left on your desk.
You do have someone.
What about Becca?
She doesn't want a father.
Won't even return my letters.
I figured at least I could leave her
some insurance money
if I got killed in a robbery.
I couldn't even get that right.
So I'll go out
the way I came in-- alone.
You're not alone.
I'm right here.
You don't even know me.
You're right. I don't.
A-And I shouldn't care
whether you live or die,
but I do.
Because it matters.
It has to.
That's why I was
meant to find you.
I've shown up twice today.
That's hardly a coincidence.
I don't think today's
your day to die, Arnie.
Please.
Please.
No!
Let go!
- Let me go! Let me go!
- No.
- No! You say...
- Please, let me go.
That nobody cares about you,
that you don't have
any friends.
I care about you.
I'll be your friend.
I'll be your friend, Arnie.
Lyov?
Lyov!
Dad!
Becca?
Oh, my God.
You.
You.
Seven billion people
on a tiny planet...
suspended in the vastness
of space...
all alone.
How we make sense of that
is the great mystery
of our frail existence.
Maybe it's being alone
in the universe
that holds us all together...
keeps us needing one another
in the smallest of ways...
creating
a quantum entanglement...
of you...
of me, of us.
And if that's really true...
then we live in a world
where anything is possible.
There were so many things
I wanted to teach you.
That's, uh...
how I always thought
it was supposed to be.
That that's what
being a father was.
Me teaching you.
Now it turns out...
it's you teaching me.
And I want you to know
that I'm okay with that.
Okay, Jake?
I'm okay.
I understand now.
It's a road map.
You get some sleep, Jake.
I'll see you
in the morning.
I was born 4,165 days ago,
on October 26, 2000.
I live on this planet with
7,080,360,000 other people.
This is a story
of some of those people.
Today the average person
will say 2,250 words
to 7.4 other individuals.
We'll send
over 300 billion e-mails,
19 billion text messages,
all adding to the giant mosaic
of patterns and ratios.
Mathematical in design,
these patterns are hidden
in plain sight.
You just have
to know where to look,
but only some of us can see
how the pieces fit together.
It's all been predetermined
by mathematical probability,
and it's my job
to keep track of those numbers,
to make the connections for those
who need to find each other...
the ones
whose lives need to touch.
I was born on October 26, 2000.
I've been alive for 11 years,
four months, 25 days,
and 13 hours,
and in all that time...
I've never said a single word.
But that's okay.
I have someone
who hears me now.
I'm not taking him back there.
I covered for you, told them he
was safe with you for the night,
but he needs to come back.
He was trying
to communicate with me.
You saw that
for yourself last night.
Yes, I saw it,
and I'm not saying that what
Jake's capable of isn't...
incredible, but it doesn't
change his situation.
It changes everything.
In 11 years he's
never said a word;
I've never been able
to touch him;
And now I can hear him.
I know what he wants.
Last night
this is the number he dialed
from the cell tower.
He wants me to find this guy.
I don't know why.
I don't even know how.
All I know is that I have to.
Mr. Bohm, please.
Look at your situation.
You're a single parent,
no mother in the home.
With your job, you can barely
provide for his special needs.
He's escaped every school
he's been sent to.
I'm not the enemy here.
Jake ran away from a locked
facility last night.
That is serious.
I'm trying to keep the
state from taking him
away from you for good.
So, please, can you just...
go to work, stay
below the radar,
and let me try
to help your son?
Can you do that for me?
I'm sorry. No, I can't.
Well, I'm sorry.
'Cause I'm gonna have
to call the police.
You'd do that?
Wait, wait.
Hey, buddy.
Miss Hopkins is going
to take you back
to the board and care facility
just for a few weeks.
She's going to take really
good care of you, I promise,
a-and I'm gonna be able
to get to see you every day.
Okay?
You want me to take that, yeah?
Paying you to surf
the Internet now, Bohm?
Sorry, I was just...
15 minutes left on your
shift. Come with me.
Got a special delivery to a
connecting flight at Terminal 3,
leaving for Moscow
in half an hour.
Okay.
Lyov.
Why don't you and I go
for a ride?
Pardon me. Excuse me.
Excuse me.
I have a plane to catch.
Coming through.
Sorry.
You kidding me?!
God!
Excuse me.
- Oh! For God's sake.
- No, no, no, no, no.
- No, no, no.
- I'm sorry. I didn't see you.
You came out of nowhere.
Look, I've got to go see a man
about a dog, but I can call
for someone
to clean up this dirt
- for you.
- It's not dirt. It's my father.
Where the hell have you been?
I had to come clear across
the airport looking for you.
- Sorry. I just got the call.
- Uh-huh, sure you did.
Can we just get him
on the truck, please?
It's not exactly
flight attendant duty.
Why have they got
you handling it?
Some Russian guy paid extra
to have Lyov here
hand-delivered.
I'm supposed to meet
the courier in Moscow.
Good luck.
Yeah, thanks for everything.
No, wait!
No, no, no.
Wait! Wait! Wait!
Stop that dog.
Somebody stop that dog!
Lyov!
Come here, puppy!
Here, boy!
Hey, Jake.
What you doing there?
Boy, you sure like numbers
don't you?
They're all the same--
5296 over and over again.
Does it mean something, Jake?
Is it a message?
I know you like counting
popcorn kernels.
Maybe you can guess my
phone number or my address.
Want to give it a try?
Okay, good.
Should I count those with you?
One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven
in that row there.
One there, one there.
Is it my birthdate maybe?
Does it mean something, Jake?
Why don't we put
that book away
for a while, huh?
We can try playing
with something else.
We have all sorts
of other things
you can do your numbers with.
How about some finger paint?
You can paint
on the easel here.
Let me get you something
to clean that up.
Jake?
Son of a bitch.
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Yay!
Yay!
I'm sorry about your father.
You're still here.
I tried to take a bus,
but it dropped me right back
off at the terminal.
They can be a little hard
to navigate
if you don't know
your way around.
I'm still here, too.
I was looking for a dog, so,
I missed my flight.
Generally frowned upon
- in my line of work.
- I'm sorry.
Where are you trying to get to?
New York Stadium.
I'm taking my father there.
- Ah.
- He loved New York.
He went to university here.
Loved the city, the people.
But ma'am, most of all,
he loved the baseball.
Hmm. My dad's
a baseball fan, too.
So I'm taking him
to the stadium
to spread his ashes
in the center part of the field.
I have yet to shed
a tear for him.
I am waiting until
after I complete my task.
It's a wonderful thing
you're doing for him.
Some of us will never
get that chance...
There's a taxi stand
outside to the left.
Just ask the driver,
and he'll take you there.
Thank you for your kindness.
Good luck to you.
Look,
I don't have any place
to be for a while, and...
I haven't been to that stadium
since I was a kid, so...
Hello?
It's okay.
I'm ready.
Excuse me?
Who are you?
I'm the guy
that called the other night.
I said I was...
supposed to find you. Remember?
Yeah. I thought you were crazy.
Still do.
What do you want?
I don't know... yet.
Look, it's kind of hard
to explain,
but I think I'm supposed
to help you somehow.
Help me what?
I know it sounds crazy.
My-My son led me here.
And even though it
doesn't make sense
to either one of us right now,
it will, it just...
Who are you?!
I-I'm nobody.
I'm just a guy
in the wrong place
at the wrong time.
Well, get down on the ground.
Now!
Give me the money.
I got a gun
under the counter here.
Go ahead. Go for it.
Don't be a hero.
- Just give him what he wants!
- I will shoot you, man!
Better make it count
before I get my gun.
Shouldn't have done that, man.
Like I said, he had
a mask most of the time...
I'm fine, damn it!
Take your damn hands off me!
You've been shot. You've
got to go to the hospital.
- Let me go with you. - Why? 'Cause
you haven't caused enough trouble?
Get this lunatic away from me.
Look, I think I'm supposed to go
to the hospital
with you, okay? Please.
So you can keep
screwing up my life?!
Leave me the hell alone,
or I'm telling that cop there
that you're stalking me.
You understand?!
Look at this.
Watches. Huh?
Uh, look at that.
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It's a joke, right?
You're joking.
Look, I-I... I had
an arrangement
for the whole $10,000,
but it-it...
it fell apart.
I'm a simple man, mister.
I make my money in honest way.
I lend it;
People pay me back.
When they don't...
things fall apart.
Cause and effect...
my friend.
Cause and effect.
No, wait, wait.
What is it?
This... is Patrick McGrath's
home run ball
from game seven of the
2009 League Championship.
It's worth $50,000.
$50,000.
Yeah.
You know that how?
Because that's how much I
got for it when I sold it,
uh, the first time.
See, now it's come back
to me like magic, like
for a reason.
It's like a... like
a second chance.
You know, come on.
You believe in that, right?
Second chance.
When one comes my way,
I will let you know.
You got three hours
to get me my money.
Go!
Hey.
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So... who's our contact
when we get to the stadium?
Our what?
You didn't make
arrangements for this,
- did you?
- No.
There's security
issues, insurance.
I don't know if they're
gonna let you do this.
But they have to.
I promised him.
I'm sure he'd understand.
No, ma'am, he would
not understand.
It would prove
that I'm a bad son.
But you're a wonderful son.
You came all the
way here for him.
He must have loved
you very much.
Loved me?
No, he didn't even like me.
I was a great
disappointment for him.
He preferred my sister.
Well... why go to
all the trouble?
Ma'am, it is my duty...
as his son.
A child owes
their father respect.
Yes?
Did... Did I say
something wrong?
The owner was shot and wounded.
The robber got away. I...
Was I supposed to stop
the entire thing from happening?
Did I even save
the owner's life?
How should I know?
And if I did,
why don't I know
that that's why Jake sent me?
It doesn't make any sense.
Sense? Oh, is that what
you're looking
for-- sense?
Well, I'm trying
to figure this out.
I'd like some answers.
So it's about you, is it?
What does that mean?
You haven't been listening
to me, Mr. Bohm.
I told you before,
what your son sees
won't make sense to you.
Here. What do you see?
Numbers.
I see numbers.
When Jake looks at this,
he sees the entire universe.
It's all numbers to him.
It's the past, the
present, the future.
He sees how they're
all connected.
You told me that before.
The road map, my destiny,
the connections.
- I don't know what that means.
- It is simple.
Sometimes when the
numbers don't add up,
it means that there's
some cosmic pain
- that has to be healed.
- Pain?
That your son feels, senses.
Something unresolved,
unfinished in the world.
He sees the pain as numbers.
Your job is to follow
where it leads.
Blindly?
If need be, yes.
Where does that leave me?
What am I supposed to do now?
Just trust your son.
He'll let you know.
I'm sorry. Excuse me.
- Yeah?
- Mr. Bohm, Clea Hopkins.
I don't know how to tell you
this again, but Jake is gone.
- What?!
- I've looked everywhere.
You got any idea
where he could be?
Oh, my God.
Yeah, I got him.
Oh, thank God.
Jake!
Jake?
Jake?! Jake?!
My son's run away.
He's on your bus.
- Just give me a second.
- All right.
Come on, Jake.
We got to get off the bus.
Jake, everybody's waiting for us
to get off the bus. Come on.
Are you staying or going?
You want to stay on the bus?
Is that what you want?
It looks like we're staying.
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Jake!
Jake, the number you gave me
earlier, it led me to here.
Earlier this morning,
there was a robbery.
I couldn't stop that
from happening,
but I think I saved
the owner's life.
Is that what I was
supposed to do?
Is that why you
gave me the number?
Jake, please.
I am trying so hard to do
what you want me to.
Just give me a sign,
a hint, anything.
673-5296.
297.
The number's wrong.
Hello?
Jake, there's no one here.
We'll come back later, okay?
I promise.
Let's go. Jake.
Jake.
We shouldn't be in here.
Jake.
Put that back.
"Arnold."
Who the hell are you?
Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm-I'm a friend of...
Look, we're here because...
You're the guy I'm supposed
to give the envelope to, right?
Yeah. That's right.
You know, it's weird, man.
This morning, he told me he
wasn't coming back for a while.
It's like he knew
they were gonna take him back
- to the hospital.
- Well, he must be doing better.
These prescriptions
are over two weeks old.
They haven't even been opened.
He thinks he can beat this
on his own.
Like, me, personally, I'd do
medication, chemo, the works.
Me, too.
Hey, I'll get you
the envelope, yeah?
Thank you.
I can go as low as 20,
but not a penny less.
But it's a legendary ball!
It's a steal at 20!
I can do 15.
15 and it's yours.
Ten.
Damn it!
Well, there it is.
Excuse me!
Hi.
Could we come in
for a few minutes?
Sorry. Closed to the public.
Team's practicing.
This man came
all the way from India.
Can't you just
let us look around?
Nope, game's Tuesday night.
Sorry.
Hey, come on, wait.
It'll just take a minute,
I swear...
We'll figure something out.
Don't worry.
My sister was right.
I've failed him again.
You didn't fail.
You made it all the way here
with your father's ashes
in a ceramic elephant.
That's not a failure.
I came to spread his ashes
in the center part
of the field.
They have doors and
guards and fences.
Ma'am, I was a fool to think
that I could even do this.
You made a pilgrimage
all the way here.
You have your closure.
Not everyone in the world
gets that.
Lyov?!
I'm sorry, but if I
want to keep my job,
I have to get that dog.
You have a great rest
of your life, okay?
Lyov!
Come on!
No, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no. Lyov!
Lyov! Come back here!
What'd you get me into, Jake?
Here you go, bro.
Thank you.
How'd you two get in here?
Door was open.
Was it?
Who are you?
I told you, I'm a
friend of Arnold's.
You mean Arnie, don't you?
Come on.
My kid's here.
You should've thought about that
before you broke in here.
Jake!
Go, Jake!
Drive! Please! Drive!
Jake, I'm sorry.
I had to, okay?
I'm sorry.
You're okay now. You're okay.
Where to?
Just give me a second.
Victory Memorial Hospital,
please.
Mr. Klepper?
Arnie?
He's not here, Jake.
Come on.
Let's go.
Jake!
Oh, no.
Come on, Jake. We got to go.
See you, boys.
Mr. McGrath?
Do you remember me?
You're the peanut vendor.
Lawsuit.
You got the ball;
What else do you want from me?
Every kid grows up dreaming
of catching a home run ball.
Well, my dream came true,
and then I...
I sold it.
That's when it started
this whole chain of events,
bad to worse.
I just want to put
it all back right.
And to start with,
I need to give this
ball back to you.
Oh...
You couldn't just
get me my money?
You're really gonna make me
do this to you, huh?
It's like you said, Yuri,
every man makes choices.
Cause and effect.
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That second chance
you were talking about...
You go now.
Arnie?
Jake...
stay right there.
Arnie?
What are you doing?
- Oh, God. How did you...
- I know about
your cancer...
and about the $10,000
you left in the envelope
for the man
who robbed your store
earlier today.
You were setting up a hit.
He wasn't there to rob you;
He was there
- to kill you.
- Until you showed up.
Who are you? Why do
you keep doing this to me?
I told you,
I was meant to find you.
- To help you.
- No one can help me; I'm dying.
You don't know that yet. You haven't
even gone through the treatment.
I got no one to care,
one way or the other.
I read the note
you left on your desk.
You do have someone.
What about Becca?
She doesn't want a father.
Won't even return my letters.
I figured at least I could leave her
some insurance money
if I got killed in a robbery.
I couldn't even get that right.
So I'll go out
the way I came in-- alone.
You're not alone.
I'm right here.
You don't even know me.
You're right. I don't.
A-And I shouldn't care
whether you live or die,
but I do.
Because it matters.
It has to.
That's why I was
meant to find you.
I've shown up twice today.
That's hardly a coincidence.
I don't think today's
your day to die, Arnie.
Please.
Please.
No!
Let go!
- Let me go! Let me go!
- No.
- No! You say...
- Please, let me go.
That nobody cares about you,
that you don't have
any friends.
I care about you.
I'll be your friend.
I'll be your friend, Arnie.
Lyov?
Lyov!
Dad!
Becca?
Oh, my God.
You.
You.
Seven billion people
on a tiny planet...
suspended in the vastness
of space...
all alone.
How we make sense of that
is the great mystery
of our frail existence.
Maybe it's being alone
in the universe
that holds us all together...
keeps us needing one another
in the smallest of ways...
creating
a quantum entanglement...
of you...
of me, of us.
And if that's really true...
then we live in a world
where anything is possible.
There were so many things
I wanted to teach you.
That's, uh...
how I always thought
it was supposed to be.
That that's what
being a father was.
Me teaching you.
Now it turns out...
it's you teaching me.
And I want you to know
that I'm okay with that.
Okay, Jake?
I'm okay.
I understand now.
It's a road map.
You get some sleep, Jake.
I'll see you
in the morning.