Touch (2012–2013): Season 1, Episode 7 - Noosphere Rising - full transcript

Previously on Touch:

The numbers your son
gives you aren't new.

He found the Amelia Sequence.

You're still chasing
ghosts. I know what I saw.

There's a girl in that
room. Her name is Amelia.

If you don't believe
me, just check it.

You're a part of this. Oh, no.

Numbers are constant.

Until they're not.

Our inability to
influence outcome

is the great equalizer.



Makes the world fair.

Computers generate
random numbers

in an attempt to glean
meaning out of probability.

Endless numerical
sequences lacking any pattern.

But during a
cataclysmic global event:

tsunami, earthquake,
the attacks of 9/11,

these random numbers
suddenly stop being random.

As our collective
consciousness synchronizes,

so do the numbers.

Science can't explain
the phenomenon,

but religion does.

It's called prayer.

A collective request,
sent up in unison.

A shared hope.



Numbers are constant,
until they're not.

Hi.

They said you were in here.

Nice office. I
wish. It's not mine.

We haven't got a lot
of time. Look at this.

What?

There's a gap in the footage.

Why?

I don't know, but we're
missing a few seconds of Teller

outside of Room 6.

It's the weirdest thing.

When the footage starts
again, this happens.

Can you zoom in?

Play it again.

Okay, stop. Look right there.

Teller's giving Jake something.

What is it?

I'm not sure, but 10
minutes later, he was dead.

I wanna see my son now.

Hey, buddy.

Jake, I want you to
look at something, okay?

This is Dr. Teller.

He came to see you last week.

I need to know if he
gave you something.

Teller's visitor's badge.

One-one-eight-eight.

It's a dead man's hand.

What? It's a poker thing.

The aces represent
1's. Aces and 8's.

The last hand Wild Bill Hickok
was holding before he was shot.

One-one-eight-eight?

So Teller left this as a clue.

A road map.

A road map, right, Jake?

NATALIE: Hi, I'm Natalie,

and welcome to Video Blog 1188.

I have a story I
wanna share with you.

I just really thought
Paris was the answer.

You see, I'd been working
so hard in school and...

You know what?
I'm not gonna lie.

I was hoping to meet someone.

Okay, you see,

the guy I'd been dating
for six months, Daryl,

well, a week before
we're supposed to leave

to backpack Europe together,

Daryl decides

that, well, he's just not
that into me anymore

and maybe Europe's
not the best idea.

I decided to go anyway.

It rained for a week straight.

I read every book I could find

and then just
when I was thinking

about heading to
another country,

I found this.

A flash drive on
the floor of the hostel

where I was staying.

And this is what was on it.

Okay, so I speak Italian

because I'm an
Italian history major,

but for those of you who don't,

Paolo meets Celeste

at the Piazza de Navona in Rome

and it is thunderbolt love.

Before he has the
chance to kiss her,

her friends sweep her away,

and the next morning,
she leaves for Paris.

All he knows

is that she is gonna
be in New York City

for her birthday, March 28th.

So he decided to fly
there and meet her.

Now, Celeste has
absolutely no idea

that Paolo's even
looking for her?

And she won't know
to meet him at Kismet,

and that just breaks my heart.

So I am thinking that
we should help find her.

If you know who she
is or how to contact her,

then upload a
video to my website.

Oh, come on, people,

the world needs more
Paolos and less Daryls.

Let's find Celeste.

You... Who are...?

You startled me.

You're the guy
from the hospital.

You're the nurse. I
saw you at the funeral.

My father's funeral.

Oh, I'm so sorry for your loss.

I'm a friend of your father's.
My name is Martin Bohm.

So you thought you'd
just break in his house?

No, no, no.

He gave me this key.

I thought it was for his house.

The door was open,
so I let myself in.

This isn't his house key.

He worked with my son.
My son's name is Jake.

Ah. The miracle boy
he was talking about.

Yes.

He came to see me

a couple days
ago at the hospital,

and he was having
another brain event.

Another?

Years ago, he had
something similar.

The doctors thought
it was a stroke,

but he healed and he
became obsessed with patterns,

and that led him to
numbers and equations.

So you know about
your father's research.

I was his assistant.

I watched him lose everything.

He wasn't a prophet, Mr. Bohm.

He had damage to his brain

and if he had
accepted that fact,

I could have helped save him.

Your father left that
key with my son.

And, I think, for a reason.

I think he wanted me to
have access to his research.

Well, he didn't
keep any of it here.

Do you know where he kept it?

When he refused my
help at the hospital,

I came by to check on him

and I followed him to a basement

on the corner of
Third and Allan.

The next day, same thing.

I think this key
might fit that door.

Thank you.

Her name is Abigail Kelsey.

She says she's Jake's aunt,

but she's not on the
approved visitors list.

Mrs. Kelsey?

Clea Hopkins.

Oh, hello. Hi.

I've been filling
out this damn thing

for the past 10 minutes.

It's amazing they don't
ask for my blood type.

Yes, I'm sorry.

You're not on the
approved visitors list

and what with families
being complicated,

we have to take precautions.

It's not because my
brother-in-law told you

we don't exactly get along?

He might have indicated that,

but as Jake's sole guardian,

he has the right to
determine who visits.

You're right. I'm sorry.

I just moved back to New York

and I was just really anxious

to reconnect with
my little chipmunk.

You and Martin can
figure something out.

I hope so.

I can wait here
while you call him.

Oh, in the meantime, I
brought something for Jake.

It's my company's
latest computer tablet.

Not gonna be out on the
market until this summer

but I was able to pull
a couple of strings.

I thought that it might
help Jake communicate.

I'll let Jake know
it's from you.

Then I'll call Martin.

Thank you.

Okay.

Come on, work.

Who are you?

Uh, I'm sorry. I'm a
friend of Arthur Teller's.

You want in, it's
a thousand bucks.

"I, George Herman Jones,

"being of sound
and disposing mind

"do hereby declare
and publish this

to be my last will
and testament."

Can we just jump
to the important part?

You mean the part where
he leaves you money?

Don't hold your breath.

Don't make me the
bad guy here, Zeke.

This is not about money.

Ha, ha. Yeah,
right. As his heir,

I'm just here to get the deed
so I can liquidate the station.

Just

keep reading.

"I hereby grant and
bequeath all property,

"which includes
all 1188 hectares

"pertaining to the
Groton Valley Station

"to my friend and
companion of 20 years...

Zeus."

My father left the station
to his damn horse?

Zeus was here when
he was sick. So was I.

I came all the way here from
New Jersey to do us all a favor,

to sell this place, to
try and break even.

I'd say that's Zeus' decision.
There's no way my father...

You might want to wait
till you hear the rest.

"And, finally, as for my
useless city-slicker of a son,

"Devon Michael Jones,

"if by some miracle he should
decide he wants the station

then his ownership will
be based on one condition."

He didn't stipulate
how long or how far

I'm supposed to ride him?

I reckon you mount him
and the place is yours.

How hard can that be?

There's some
general rules to follow

when approaching a
horse for the first time.

Yeah, yeah. I got it.

Hey, hey. Whoa, whoa!

First rule.

Always keep the gate shut.

What a week.

Since I posted
Paolo's video valentine,

I have heard from
people all over the world.

New Zealand, Denmark,
American Samoa.

Okay, now, I never even
knew where that place was

but now if I ever
find myself there,

I can sleep on
this girl's couch.

Ooh, and these
girls are hilarious.

They have their own show
called Happy Pop Twins.

I subscribe to their channel
and I found the coolest band.

But, anyway,

this is why we're all here.

To help Paolo.

I mean, like, oh,
look at that face.

The way he's looking at her.

I mean, he's looking
at the camera,

but, you know,
he's talking to her.

Celeste is one lucky girl.

A thousand dollars.

Have a seat.

Deal him in, Stacey.

Hi. My name's Martin.

Your Aunt Abigail
brought this for you, Jake.

See this icon here?

It links pictures
with spoken words.

Bird. Can you say "bird"?

So this morning I
wake up and this guy,

Jorge, from Argentina
has posted this:

Okay, he's basically saying

that Celeste has
to be from Argentina

because they
invented dulce de deche

and now all other
ice cream makers

have stolen it for their own.

Obviously, he's
talking about Celeste.

Not that I think Paolo
doesn't deserve Celeste.

I think that Paolo
deserves whoever he wants.

You know, maybe
he's talking about Daryl.

You know,

if Celeste doesn't show up,
then Paolo's gonna be crushed.

I wish...

I wish we could
all be there for him.

Like, if we can all show our
support from wherever we are.

Oh, like...

Like a worldwide
thing on March 28.

Ah! And we can...
We can all wear red.

Like a red scarf or a red hat.

And upload a video of
yourself. I'll edit it together.

This is gonna be amazing.

Team I Believe
in Love, let's do it.

Here, Zeus.

Not gonna hurt you.

Just wanna put this
bit in your mouth.

Come on.

Ugh! Oh...

Blinds are 10, 25.

My friend Arthur Teller
told me about this game.

Any of you know him?

Action. MAN 1: Fold.

Let's raise 150.

Call, raise or fold?

Of course.

I will call.

I fold.

How about you? Do
you know Arthur Teller?

You another math guy?

Heh. Sort of.

If you're playing those
numbers of his, they never work.

What numbers? His sequence.

He always bets on cards in
some crazy number sequence.

Aces, eights.

Excuse me?

Nothing. It's on you.

I'm all in.

Yeah, I got your
money covered. Call.

Let's see them.

Looks like you
walked into a buzz saw.

Guess that's why they
call it a dead man's hand.

Full house wins.

Cash me out.

Twenty, 40, 60, 80,
100. Twenty, 40, 60, 80...

Hundred.

Is there a problem here?

Jonathan will be taking
over for Stacey, folks.

Hey, wait.

What the hell just
happened back there?

I got screwed. Again.
That's what happened.

Well, who's Logan?
None of your business.

Look, my friend Arthur Teller,

I think he wanted me to
find you or this Logan guy.

The problem is I don't know
why because he just passed away.

Teller is dead? Yes.

My God, I wonder if Logan knows.

Please, who is Logan?

Uh... A player.

In every sense of the word.

He started playing here
around the same time Teller did.

They'd talk about numbers.

Wait, wait. He's a
numbers guy too?

He's a math professor somewhere.

Maybe he lied about that too.

What do you mean? What
else would he lie about?

Logan played at my table six
weeks in a row. We got friendly.

It's against the rules.

I thought I'd been in
this racket long enough

to spot a con.

But week six, he won big.
Two hundred thousand dollars.

Never saw him again.

And now I'm paying
back his winnings.

The house runners
figured I was in on it.

Look, I'm sorry.

And I know this must be
difficult for you but, please,

is there any way I might be
able to find this guy, Logan?

I don't know and I don't care.

I'm trying to forget
I ever met him.

Look...

Yeah? CLEA:
Martin, it's me, Clea.

Your sister Abigail is here.

Abigail? What the
hell is she doing here?

She claims she just
wants to see Jake.

Listen to me. Don't let her
see Jake. Do you understand?

Do not let her anywhere
near my son. I'm on my way.

You don't understand.

She's a member of Jake's family.

She could help your case.

Trust me, her only goal is to
take my son away from me.

Well, it's nice to see
you again too, Martin.

Well, I'm sure you two have
a lot of catching up to do.

I thought you should
know I just filed a petition

to become Jake's legal guardian.

What? Don't flatter
yourself, Abigail.

They're not gonna let you
take Jake away from me.

It's doubtful you can
stop me this time, isn't it?

Spotlight's shining
pretty bright on you now,

being so inconsistent
in attending

Jake's evaluations
while he's been here.

How did you get
a hold of his file?

You know what?

With all your money
and your influence,

didn't work the first time.

So take your best shot.

You're going up in front of
the review board and lose.

When you do, the state's
gonna institutionalize him

and they're gonna
put Jake someplace

unbearably far away
from the both of us.

Giving me full custody
is your best option.

If Sarah knew what you were
doing right now, she would...

Forget it.

You... You just stay the
hell away from my son.

Hey, buddy.

Just came by to check in on you.

What you got there?

A computer tablet. I
haven't seen one like that.

It's cool.

What are you looking at, Jake?

Hm?

Oh, my God.

"Logan Coteweiler.

Professor of mathematics.
Margrave University."

Jake, do you want me to see
that man? Is that what you want?

Okay.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

Daryl called me.

He said that

I was making a fool out
of myself with these videos

and the whole thing
was silly and uncool.

Well, nobody's ever
accused me of being cool.

I was imagining...

what it must be like
to have someone

search for me like that.

Fly across the ocean to
meet me on my birthday.

Oh, I'm sorry,
everyone. I'm signing off.

All right now, take it easy.

Unh!

You want my help?

Just ask.

Sure.

Because you're rooting for me.

I bet my father owes you more
money than this place was worth.

Well, I didn't quit on him
and he didn't quit on me.

I didn't quit.

I saw the writing on the wall.

I was good with numbers.
That is not my fault.

I went to America,
to university,

to make something of myself.

With no help from
him, I might add.

You want this station? You
gotta make that horse respect you.

All right, fine.

I could use a little help.

All right.

First,

a horse can smell
the city on you.

You gotta fool him into thinking

you're something
other than what you are.

Oh, how do I do that?

Get rid of that expensive shirt.

And get dirty.

This is absolutely amazing.
Well, you're so welcome.

Oh, Clea.

Ms. Kelsey here has
generously offered to endow

a beta-tablet pilot program
for our special-needs clients.

Isn't that great?
How charitable.

You may not approve,

but everything I am doing
is in Jake's best interest.

Is it?

Oh, my God, heh.

He looks more like
my sister every day.

I'm not gonna let you
take him without a fight.

I don't owe you an explanation,

but you'll come
to see for yourself

that I came back
here to protect him.

Protect him from what?

Coteweiler.

Damn it.

Professor?

Professor?

Oh, no.

Oh, my God.

I have an emergency. I
found a man unconscious.

Margrave University,
Math Department.

Medications? I...
I... I don't know.

Please, just get the paramedics
here as soon as you can.

Thank you.

Come on.

Ugh!

Oh, come on, man.
I smell like mud.

Well, the joke's
on me, isn't it?

You got me all the way down
here and you made a fool of me.

I never was good enough for you.

I can't even ride a horse.

I just wanted you to love me.

My name is Martin Bohm.
You know Logan Coteweiler?

Yeah, why? I just
found him unconscious.

Yours was the last
number he tried to dial.

He's diabetic.

Wh... Where are
you? In his office.

All right, there's...

There's a small
refrigerator behind his desk.

On the second shelf, there
are syringes loaded with insulin.

Hold on.

Okay, I got it. Where
do I inject him?

The arm, bum,
doesn't matter. Hold on.

Come on. Stay with me.

Come on. Stay with me.

Is he okay? Come on.

Is he okay? Come on.

Is he coming to?
You're all right.

Hello? Hello?
Okay, he's coming to.

Thank you.

I'll have him call you back.

So I woke up this morning

to a flood of e-mails
and video posts.

You guys are amazing.

Just married!

Don't give up, Natalie.
We believe in love.

You are not dumb
because love is never dumb.

And I will fight
for love with you.

You're an inspiration.
That guy, Daryl, was a jerk.

Don't listen to Daryl. The
whole world is on your side.

You made me feel

very loved.

And you know what?

Love is not silly.

And anyone who thinks it
is, well, I feel sorry for you.

But now for the news
we've all been waiting for.

We found Celeste.

Well, sort of. Um...

This guy who's been traveling
in Brazil, he found this phone.

It's been skipping
around the world,

and one of them is of Celeste.

So

Celeste will meet Paolo

at Kismet, like we all hoped.

And please remember to
wear red wherever you are.

We are actually
doing this, people.

Thank you very much.

How did you find me?

Heh, it's a long story.

But I did run into the dealer
from your poker game, Stacey.

You're lucky I found
you instead of her.

She doesn't like you very much.

I didn't con her.

I fell in love with her.

We were just there to win
money. What do you mean, we?

My partner and I. Teller?

I was just using his
sequence. You see?

He called it the
Amelia Sequence.

You know, at first, I
thought it was crazy

but it's like nothing
I've ever seen.

It's like the mind of
God or something.

It's a deterministic algorithm.

I mean, it turns Schrodinger's
equation on its head.

It's the past, it's the
present, the future.

What does that have
to do with poker?

Probability. Chance.

Distilled to its essence.

It's the perfect formula for
winning at Texas hold 'em.

By the time I
worked out the kinks,

I'd racked up $200,000 in debt.

I just wanted to break
even and get out.

Well, who is your partner?
Devon, my colleague.

The man I was talking
to on the phone?

Yeah. And on one
night, we won big.

And I'm thinking, "Okay,
I'm done. I'm free. I'm out."

The pit boss, he
saw me with Stacey

and he figured we were cheating
and he banned me from the game.

I haven't been in touch with
her. I didn't want her involved.

They're still making her
pay back your winnings.

What?

They... They can't do that.
She had nothing to do with it.

I gotta help her.

I don't see how
you're gonna do that

unless you have the 200
grand just lying around.

Fifty thousand of it left.

I can use the 50
to win 200 more.

There's a high-stakes game
in Hoboken, 25 grand buy-in.

Problem is, my
partner's in Australia.

I wish I could help you out
but that's not why I came here.

Teller gave me this key.

Aces and eights.

Dead man's hand.
That's what we won on.

I think it opens the
door to the place

where he's holding his research.

I was hoping you could
tell me where that is.

Tell you what.

You be my partner.

You help me win
the money for Stacey

and I will tell you
where that key fits.

Well, what do you say?

All right, 25 for
you, 25 for me.

Trust me, the guys in this game,

they're not gonna have much of
a sense of humor if we get caught.

So no matter what
happens in there,

you do not deviate
from the plan.

I'll go in first.
Once we're inside,

we do not talk to each other.

We do not make eye
contact, understand?

Yeah. You're gonna be fine,

you just have to remember,
when I go like this,

you fold, when I cough,
you raise. You got it?

Yeah, as long as that's
all I have to remember.

We do this right, I'll be
able to pay off Stacey's debt

and you'll be able
to use that key.

What if we do it wrong?

- Two thousand.
- Gonna call.

Two thousand to call.

I fold. WOMAN: I fold.

I'm out.

Seventeen thousand,
five hundred to go.

Really? Again?

I don't know what you're
playing, but it's not poker.

I fold.

Can't really win at poker
unless you get the cards.

Wanna double the stakes?

I wanna double the stakes.

Do all players agree? - Sure.

Four hundred to call.

Seventeen hundred. I'll call.

Make your bet.
Seventeen hundred to call.

I fold. MAN 3: Out.

Eight of spades, 10 of
clubs, king of diamonds.

Sixty-five hundred.

Bet's at 6500.

I'll raise. Fifteen
thousand to go.

Thirteen thousand,
three hundred.

To you, sir.

I'm all in.

Oh, ho, now it's getting fun.

I'm out.

Um, I'll call.

Gentlemen, can we
see your cards, please?

Hope your cab driver
will take credit cards.

Player to my left has
two pair, kings and 10s.

Player to my right
showing a pair of eights.

You went all in
on a bottom pair?

- I'm feeling lucky.
- And the turn.

Jack of hearts, no
help to either player.

Would have made three jacks.

And the river.

An ace of spades. Oh, come on!

Player wins, aces and eights.

I'll cover that cab
ride home for you.

Eleven thousand,
12,000, 13,000, 14,000,

15,000, 16,000...

Two hundred
thousand. That's all of it.

I hope that makes things right.

Stacey, please, just don't go.

Just give me a minute to

apologize, okay?

Here's your change,
sir. Thank you.

Oh, my God.

I meant it when I wrote
it and I mean it now.

You used me. I
didn't. I love you.

I love you, Stacey.

That's the truth.

I come to this restaurant
every Thursday,

8 a.m., before my
class, for breakfast.

Just, if you ever want to talk

or grab a cup of
coffee, whatever, just...

I'll be here.

Please.

You all right?

Well, I hope you see her again.

Thanks for helping me out.

What, you forget about
your end of the bargain?

Right. About that. A
couple blocks from here.

It's right on the corner.
It's a big red door

with a lot of
wrought iron on it.

Good luck. You too.

Thanks.

Okay, here we are.
March 28, Cafe Kismet.

The night Paolo finds true love.

And I'll be here to watch
it happen. Hey. All right.

Natalie?

Oh, my God. It's
you. It's Natalie.

We flew all the way
from Albuquerque.

You came for this?

Yeah. Check out the scarves.

Jorge. You came all
the way from Argentina?

Of course I did.

And I brought you my
abuelita's famous dulce de leche

from Argentina
where it was invented.

Natalie!

Ciao, Paolo.

Natalie.

I believe in love.

So do I.

What about Celeste?

I realized something
when I was riding him,

something that maybe my
dad was trying to tell me.

Being out here has value
that goes beyond profit.

So you're gonna
stay? Run the station?

Stay? Me? Ha, ha, no.

I'm going back home
to my job in New Jersey.

Truth is, there's only
one person I know

who loves this place
the way my dad did.

It's yours, Zeke.

It belongs to you now.

During cataclysmic global events

our collective
consciousness synchronizes.

So do the numeric sequences

created by
random-number generators.

Science can't explain the
phenomenon but religion does.

It's called prayer.

A collective request
sent up in unison.

A shared hope, fear
relieved, a life spared.

Numbers are constant...

until they're not.

In times of tragedy,

times of collective joy,

in these brief moments,

it is only the shared
emotional experience

that makes the world
seem less random.

Maybe it's coincidence.

Or maybe it's an
answer to our prayers.