Touch (2012–2013): Season 2, Episode 4 - Perfect Storm - full transcript

MARTIN: Previously on Touch:

Adeline Danvers? That's
their cover name for Amelia.

I think they've lost her.
I don't think Aster Corps

has her. LUCY: So if Aster
Corps doesn't have her, who does?

I just want to go home!
This isn't working.

CALVIN: This right here
is the God Sequence.

I'm talking the evolution of
the entire human species.

And I'm not just
gonna give it up

for some mindless
profit; I can't do that.

You've never been
on my side, Tony.

Aster Corps is one of the most
powerful corporations in the world,



and I believe they're
involved in criminal activity.

I think they've
engaged in murder

kidnapping to get
what they want,

and I think they'll stop
at nothing to destroy

anyone who gets in their way.

CALVIN: When I left Aster Corps,

they took all my research.

I want it back. You can
walk into that building; I can't.

This is the man that
killed Claudia Corliss.

This is Amelia's birthday
party three and a half years ago.

Why is this stranger
standing behind my daughter

six months after he killed
someone just like her?

Uh, Martin?

Martin?



Jake!

What's going on?
Everything all right?

Everything's fine. I'm sorry.

I-I just need to
show you something.

Okay.

Look.

Did you get any sleep?

I printed this all up
from the Internet.

I think I understand now

what Jake was trying to tell me.

Here. This man in the
picture obviously has

some kind of interest
in my daughter, right?

They never found out
his name, but the man

in the picture with
Amelia is the man

that killed Claudia Corliss,

a person Jake also led me to.

Claudia Corliss was
a gifted astronomer,

of almost magical ability.

Okay. Okay.

So maybe he's after a
certain type of person.

A person like Amelia

or Jake.

And then what we found,

Adeline Danvers, their
code name for Amelia,

suddenly stops in New York.

And, like you said,

maybe Aster Corps doesn't
even have her anymore.

Wait a second. You-you
think that this guy

took Amelia from the
board and care facility

in New York? That
doesn't make sense.

If he took her, she'd be
dead, and we know for a fact

that a week ago she was alive,
walking on the beach alone.

Obviously, Jake wants
us to know about this guy,

but... [phone vibrates]

What?

Calvin Norburg

wants me to meet him at 10:00.

Look, I've got to get Jake
up and ready for school.

I think you're on to
something. Just...

just keep looking.

JAKE: Sometimes storms
do not arrive full-blown.

Sometimes, they build over days,

or even weeks.

An Arctic storm,
moving southward,

can suddenly crash
into a tropical hurricane

that's driving north.

And when these collisions
of weather systems occur,

it causes the storm to explode.

The sum total of their
destructive energy

is far greater than what
any of them would have been

had they remained on their own,

creating what
meteorologists sometimes call

"perfect conditions"
for a deadly storm.

Hey. There you go.

See you Tuesday, Paul.

JAKE: A perfect storm.

Can I help you?
Yes, sir, please.

I'm looking for a resident
called Martin Bohm.

Ah, I'm sorry. He
doesn't live here anymore.

Did he leave a
forwarding address?

I have a very important
business with him and...

his son, Jake.

Perhaps you have seen him?

No forwarding address.

Thank you.

Okay.

You sure about the
umbrella, buddy?

It doesn't rain here that often.

It's a lot different
than New York.

Okay. Well, you got your lunch
and your snack in your backpack,

and I am gonna be the
man standing right here

when you're finished, okay?

What's that?

"5991." [phone ringing]

What the...?

[ringing continues]

Hello?

Martin Bohm. Is that you?

Avram?

[laughs softly] How
did you get this number?

I received three
calls last night

from someone who did not speak.

I took a wild guess,
and decided it was Jake.

I'm so sorry. I-I
didn't even think

he'd use this thing.
It's for his teacher

in case they need to
get in touch with me.

I guess he misses you.

I miss him, too.

May I tell him something?

Okay, hold on one second.

It's Avram.

But I guess you knew that.

[giggles softly]

[giggles]

Avram, did you hear
that? He laughed!

Yes, I heard.

Tremendous.

What did you say?

I told him a joke, of course.

This trip to California
has been great for us.

I mean, just after we got
here, he actually held my hand.

Touch.

A breakthrough for Jake.

Maybe this means he's
getting close to the girl.

Amelia? Let's hope
so, for Lucy's sake.

Amelia's mother, yes.

How are the living
arrangements working out for you?

Good. Thank you
for taking care of that.

I'm glad to have
been of service.

Until we speak again,
be well, Martin Bohm.

You, too, Avram. Bye-bye.

Mr. Norburg?

Thanks, Dave.

Did you get it?

Mallory Cane's
red-level pass card.

One of a handful in existence.

It'll grant you access to
every single locked door

inside Aster Corps,

including room 1075,

where they keep the main server.

I need you to download
every file with my name on it.

And for my trouble?

Any other Aster Corps
files you want to grab

while you're in there, that's
up to you; you're the reporter.

I'm-I'm flattered that you
would let me look at your files.

Oh, you're not gonna
be looking at them

'cause you won't be
able to open them.

But it's just my research.

It's not the story
you're chasing, so...

I printed out a schematic
of the floor plan.

This is room 1075.

Whatever you do,

stay away from these
offices over here.

Why?

These offices
belong to Tony Rigby.

Tony Rigby was my best friend.

He took my departure
from Aster Corps personally.

He's not the kind of guy you
want taking anything personally.

If he catches you, it's over.

Okay.

You wanted a story...

go get it.

I'll see you back here at 4:00.

Yeah.

Good luck.

[sighs]

I thought you said
11:15. Yes. 11:15.

It's 11:40. Look. I told you,
I don't have a lot of time.

Yes. Now is time.

You see?

Classic.

[click]

[lively music plays]

$200. I said no electronics.

It interferes with the...

Look, I told you,
spring-loaded only.

Yes.

And you said 11:15.

Shigeru Fukura...

don't let me down.

A hundred eighty?

[rattling]

[sighs]

[key jangling]

Yes, noon service at the
Beth Ohave Synagogue.

Lunch after?

Good. I'll see you there.

[children chattering]

Yo, Jake.

Chores bite. Which
one did you get?

Hey, stop! He doesn't
like to be touched.

He totally freaks out.

I saw your red umbrella.

You know, it never
rains in L.A., right?

What are you smiling about?

You got rabbit hutch cleanup.

That's, like, the worst job

there is.

[Soleil scoffs]

No way! I got
hutch cleanup, too?

[chirp]

[sighs]

[panting]

What the hell?

Oh, damn it. They
moved the servers.

May I help you?

Yes. I need to see Tony Rigby.

Can I ask what this is about?

You can tell him it's
about Calvin Norburg,

and we need to talk.

[chirp]

Thank you, Anna.

That's a high-level
employee key.

You're saying Calvin
Norburg gave it to you?

He stole it from Mallory Cane,
gave it to me this morning,

and wanted me to come here

and download all his files.

Sorry. What's to stop me from
having you arrested right now?

For what... trespassing?

Calvin contacted me
because he wanted me

to do a story on Aster
Corps, primarily focusing

on the company's
alleged criminal activities...

Most recently, the
attempted murder

of Vikash Nayar,

and the illegal detention
of Mallory Cane in Pakistan.

But as a reporter, I'm
responsible to tell the truth.

And the truth is, I think
Calvin Norburg is insane.

I think he's become delusional.

And then it occurred to me.

That's an even better story.

He dropped your stock 38%
because of his public meltdown.

I could write a story

that would completely
exonerate Aster Corps.

So, why did you
come looking for me?

You give me access to his files,
and I can take him down for you.

For a price, of course.

What's to stop you

using anything you find
against the company?

The last thing I want to
do is take on a company

the size of Aster Corps.

I'm a freelance journalist.

All those years in court...
I could never afford it.

How much are we talking about?

I'd say we could handle
that, but it's not that simple.

I've already tried to
open Calvin's files.

They're encrypted with some
sort of numerical algorithm.

He gave me the
algorithm this morning.

If you can open those files,
you've got yourself a deal.

Good. Then you can stop
recording our conversation now.

[scoffs]

Come with me.

Hey. TREVOR: Oh, hey, Luce.

Martin's not here.

I know. I'm looking for you.

Uh, why? Did you run out
of M&Ms at home? Hell, no.

I came for my fix of
Donkey Kong. Come here.

[computer chirps,
typing rapidly]

Wow. Now there's

a search engine. Mine
cuts off at the Atlantic Ocean.

Europe, South America and Asia,

all in one tasty,
bite-sized morsel.

Who knew there were so
many unsolved murders?

Hmm.

We got to narrow the search.

How about this? Try
some, uh, keywords?

Uh, "genius" and "savant."
Maybe they appear

in the their
obituaries. Let's see.

Ooh, not bad. 18 results.

Okay. Frederick LeMay

from Brussels. Throat slashed

in his bakery. No
sign of forced entry,

or stolen property. Odd.

Maybe it was a lover's quarrel.

Remind me not to set you
up with any of my friends.

You have friends?

Ha. Next slide, please.

[computer chirps]

Rosemary Mathis.

Architect from
Barcelona, throat slashed

with a knife. Interesting.

Just like Frederick LeMay.

And Claudia Corliss.

I think you're on
to something here.

I think I am, too.

Oh, wait. This.

Can you get a facial
recognition on him? I still don't

know his name.

Hang on, is that...?

Amelia.

She's beautiful.

Yeah.

Facial recognition software?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Uh, you got it, yeah.

[car revving, horn honking]

[tires screeching]

You Kase?

You said 12:30.

You even allowed to drive?

Give me a hand, would you?

[clearing throat]

It's purely mechanical, right?

Good. 'Cause it has to
be random. She can't use

electricity to influence
the outcome in any way.

She?

How much restoration
does it need?

You want it or not?

[sighs]

Here. For your college fund.

Adios.

[engine starts and revs]

Hey, hey! Wait! How am I
supposed to get this thing home?

[horn honks]

Our American era
has so little in common

with the Old Testament.

We've devolved into
micro-communities,

addicted to local news and
Facebook status updates.

Avram would have us all
throw away our computers...

Yeah. In the trash.

You underestimate the-the power
of human connection, my friend.

Ah. GUILLERMO: Excuse me?

Are you Avram?

Yes. How may I help you?

I'm looking for
information on Jake Bohm.

Jake Bohm?

Why would you ask
me such a question?

I know you worked
with his friend, Dr. Teller,

so, I thought you might
be in a position to help.

I'll catch up.

You sure? Go.

What business do
you have with Jake?

I know that you
are part of a group

that tracks the Righteous 36.

And he is one of them.

How could you
possibly know this?

I, too, have been studying them.

Enough to know
they are in danger.

I'm sorry. I can't help you.

I know nothing of Jake
Bohm's whereabouts.

If you change your mind,

I'm staying at the
Middleton Hotel.

Room 5991.

Avram?

Who was that?

An enemy of the 36.

[phone beeps]

Come on, Jake. Pick
up. Pick up, Jake. Please.

[phone ringing,
children chattering]

This one's so cute.

But who on earth would
name a bunny Cujo?

They're vegetarians,
not carnivores.

I mean, come on.

You're cool, you know that?

You smile at me a lot.

And you're a
really good listener.

What's wrong?

Hey, where did Fluffy go?

Fluffy's missing!

Has anyone seen Fluffy?

Wait outside.

Go ahead. Open them.

I've already tried that number.

Calvin left it on his
whiteboard. There's more.

[beeps]

Good. Download all
his files onto his laptop.

That gives him what he wants.

I want you to bring his computer
back to him, tell him it worked.

I'll be back in three minutes.

[beep]

Make sure he doesn't leave.

[computer trills, beeps]

[whispering]: Adeline Danvers.

Adeline Danvers.

[beep]

Date of birth: April 11, 1998.

[panting]

LUCY: Hey. [typing]

I'm at BreakWire. I
found two more victims

who might match.
Amelia's birthday...

What is it? A-Amelia's birthday?

Why are you asking me? Please,
just tell me what her birthday is.

April 11, 1998. Did
something happen with Calvin?

Yeah. I'm looking at
his Aster Corps files.

He has several on
Adeline Danvers.

They have birthdate marked
down as April 11, 1998.

Here's the kicker:
these files are dated

after Aster Corps lost her.

You mean Calvin Norburg
is the one who took her?

I think so.

Hold on.

Okay, I've got travel itinerary.

A Town Car picked up

Calvin Norburg
and Adeline Danvers

at the board and care facility
in New York, took them to JFK,

where they flew from
New York to Los Angeles

just over three weeks
ago; the timeline fits.

Then that's proof!

Calvin Norburg has my daughter.

Stay at BreakWire. I'll
get there as soon as I can.

Our interaction
remains anonymous.

We've never met before. Agreed.

[computer beeping]

Are you finished yet? Almost.

You have three
minutes to evacuate

the building. I'll
let myself out.

[birds chirping nearby]

There are four new numbers.

5991.

What do they mean?

Why did you add them

to the larger number?

It's not something
you could understand.

Try me.

The numbers define
the recurrence relation

of interconnecting parallel
and distributed systems...

Systems that strive for
beauty and completeness,

that permeate all structures,

forms and proportions,
whether cosmic

or individual,
organic or inorganic,

acoustic or optical.

The magnetic resonance

of the spins in
cobalt niobate crystals

proves their existence
at the atomic scale.

But I believe the proportions are
evident in the human genome DNA.

The systems appear
in recognizable

biological settings, too,
like the branching in trees,

phyllotaxis, and the fruit
sprouts of pineapples.

Thank you.

Why don't I go to school?

Got it.

You ready?

Ready to roll.

Okay, well done.

I know you know how
much my son appreciates

what you're doing,
but I want you to know,

I do, too.

[keyboard clacking]

This won't frighten her,

will it? Come on. How
long have you known me?

Mrs. N? That's what worries me.

[quietly]: But why do
you need the game?

The pachinko machine's
completely random,

meaning it involves
no skill; she actually

has to do it. Do what?

Predict the future.

What's that?

Her brain.

The radioactive contrast

I just gave her works
with the X-ray tomography

to convert her neurological

pathways into binary code.

Okay. The flipper
releases the balls.

Before they go up, I
want you to call out

jackpot one through three,
side pocket one through seven,

or bottom exit.

Got it? Got it.

And begin.

Jackpot 3.

Jackpot 1.

Jackpot 3.

Bottom exit.

Jackpot 3.

KASE: And again. Go.

Jackpot 1.

Jackpot 3.

Right pocket.

AMELIA: Pocket 4.

AMELIA: Jackpot 1.

Pocket 6.

KASE: And again. Go.

Jackpot 2.

Pocket 3.

Pocket 6.

Jackpot 1.

Jackpot 3.

Jackpot 2.

Side pocket 6.

Side pocket 8.

Side pocket 4.

Side pocket 1.

Isn't that enough?

Okay, you can stop.

Cray: 68%. Amelia: 91%.

Amelia... beat the
supercomputer?

No, Mrs. N.

Amelia's teaching
a supercomputer.

[panting]

SOLEIL: Where is
he?! This is all my fault.

The teacher's gonna kill me.

Fluffy?

Fluffy?

[girl panting]

SOLEIL: Fluffy?

Fluffy?

Fluffy?

Jake!

Everyone look! Jake found him!

[kids chattering excitedly]

Good job, Jake!

SOLEIL: Wait! Stop! I told you!

He doesn't like to be touched!

I got him, Jake.

Good job.

♪♪

[kids chattering]

Were you successful?

Yes. My brother has

the laundry service account
at the Middleton Hotel.

He knows of your
mission and was happy

to do this. He says it will open

any room in the hotel.

Tell your friend,
and his friends,

thank you.

B'hatzlacha. B'hatzlacha.

♪♪

♪♪

[gasps]

[door opens]

I see you changed your mind.

You have a picture
of Jake Bohm. Why?

Who are you?

My name is Guillermo
Eduardo Ortiz,

of the Jesuit order

of the Instituto Filosófico
Maria de Gracia.

A priest.

Yes. And I'm on a
mission of mercy.

A mission?

What is the nature

of this mission?

[sighs]

Men of God have the
duty to speak truthfully.

Indeed.

My mission is to rid
the world of the 36

so the natural order
of God can be restored.

[panting]: But their very
existence provides God the proof

that the world is-is
worthy of saving.

These obituaries, these people,

were killed... randomly...

and senselessly.

It was not random.

You will not complete
your mission.

[gasps] If you stand in my
way, you leave me no choice.

Your mission is to kill the 36.

If you deviate from that plan,

you are simply a
godless murderer.

No!

I am not a 36.

[sighs] Sustenance. Any luck?

Nope. I ran his face through
every database known to mankind

and came up with
nothing. Maybe your bloke's

rotting away in a
Siberian jailhouse.

There he is. Trevor, I need
to download some files fast.

Can I get an
external hard drive?

We need to talk.

This is Calvin
Norburg's computer.

I got to get it back
to him by 4:00.

LUCY: That's my
daughter's brain?

Yeah. Well, this is it.

Right here, finally, proof
we can take to the police.

I told you, we can't
go to the police.

The only proof that's
gonna matter to them

is if we show up
with Amelia alive.

Besides, Calvin is
so heavily guarded,

if he sees anything
out of the ordinary,

he might move her.

Or worse.

I don't care how big

Aster Corps is,
or Calvin Norburg,

they don't own the police.

You really want to
take that chance?

Please, Lucy,

I know what I'm doing.
Just let me do this myself.

Fine. I'll just go home.

Lucy.

Lucy!

KASE: Veggie burgers
and side salads.

What, the cows go on strike?

[sighs] If I still
want to be around

when all this happens, I got to

you know, eat healthier.

She's doing well.

Very, very well.

I know.

Made me think of
something today,

something that happened a few
weeks after we got Amelia away

from Aster Corps and
you brought her here to L.A.

There was another
kid that Teller

was working with in New
York. His name was Jake Bohm.

We were gonna bring him in,

but some thugs Aster
Corps hired blew it.

His father grabbed him and ran.

His scores are even
higher than Amelia's.

Imagine if we had two of 'em.

The progress would
be exponential.

Yeah.

It would probably
cut the time in half.

Well, I was thinking maybe
we could hire someone

to find him again.

Who's this?

It's Jake's dad.

Uh, he was a reporter
for the New York Herald,

went off the deep
end after 9/11.

Why?

This is Martin Bishop.

The guy that you
met with this morning?

That's why he wants to
take down Aster Corps.

They tried to grab his kid.

You knew about this all along?

No.

But it explains his
obsession with the company.

And with you.

When are you
gonna see him again?

In an hour.

What are you gonna do?

[sighs]

Excuse me.

I'd like to report a kidnapping.

My daughter.

Amelia's her name.

Amelia Robbins.

This photo recent?

Uh, no, she's-she's 11 here.

She's now, God, 14.

She's been gone
almost three years.

And this is the first
you're reporting it?

Uh, no, no, no, no. I'm sorry.

Let me backtrack here.

My daughter is off-the-charts

smart, but she would never talk,

so I took her to New
York to get treatment.

That's where you're from?

Yes. And that's where
she disappeared.

But now I'm in Los
Angeles looking for her.

I don't have a permanent
address here, but I do know

who has her. Who?

Calvin Norburg.

H-He's at the Culver City

Gun Range right now. He has a...

a meeting in-in
15 minutes at 4:00.

Norburg. Is this
a family friend?

An ex? No.

He is just some guy.

Once you get him, I
can explain everything,

but right now I just need
you to go now, please.

Hang tight. I'll be right back.

Thank you.

[door opens]

[door shuts]

You'd shoot better if you
kept your elbows in tight.

You made it.

Yeah.

Security wasn't as
tough as we thought.

All the files are on there?

Yeah. Couldn't help

but look at a few of them.

The reporter in me.

That's impossible.

The files are encrypted.

Guess not.

I was particularly
interested in your research

on a girl named Adeline Danvers.

I was thinking of writing

a story on why you'd be
studying her brain in the first place.

Those numbers
didn't even exist yet.

I figured them out
mathematically.

But your son...

he just handed 'em
to you, didn't he?

My son? What are
you talking about?

Jake.

I know who you are, Martin Bohm.

[grunts]

You touch my son, I swear to God

I will kill you.

Now, I want Amelia back. Now.

Then you have a
serious choice to make.

If anything happens to me

or Amelia, anything,

I promise you,

Jake will be gone.

I'm surprised

that you'd let him go to
a public school, Martin.

[door opens]

Ms. Robbins... Uh, what's taking so
long? We don't have a lot of time here.

I'm sorry. This is
Patricia Grimes.

She's with the Crisis

Intervention Unit. Hello, Lucy.

Hi. I don't understand.

We did some checking, Lucy.

Your daughter died

three years ago.

You should've
asked me that before.

It's a lie. They faked
my daughter's death

and they brought
her to Los Angeles.

The grieving process
can be very complicated.

Especially when there's
a child involved. Really?

You're really gonna do this?

Sometimes there are delusions

like the ones you're...
No. No delusions. Um,

I want to leave. Am
I allowed to leave?

Good. I'm leaving. If
you change your mind...

No, I won't change my mind.

[children chattering]

Jake!

Mr. Bishop!

You should've seen Jake today.

He found Fluffy,

and the whole class
thinks he's a stud.

And we've been dating
for, like, four hours.

Wow.

Oh, and guess what
Ms. Herrera said.

We're both on chore
duty again tomorrow, Jake.

[phone ringing] Bye! Jake.

Your backpack's ringing again.

It's Avram. He's
called over six times.

Hello?

Martin, I-I met a
man today named

Guillermo Ortiz.
Guillermo Ortiz?

Yes, h-he... he had photos in
his room o-of people who had

been murdered... Each
one special... like Jake.

Let me get a pen.
Give me their names.

Claudia Corliss, an
astronomer from Santiago.

Frederick LeMay, a
composer in Brussels.

And Rosemary Mathis,

an architect from Barcelona.

Frederick LeMay,
Rosemary Mathis.

Martin, listen to me.
Jake, it's all right, buddy.

It's gonna be fine. Okay. Yeah.

There was... another
photo in this man's room.

It was a photo of Jake.

Go on.

Jake is in danger.

This man, I believe,
is coming for Jake.

May I speak to Jake, please?

I-I just want to tell
him that I'm okay.

Yeah. Hold on. It's Avram.

He wants to tell you something.

I want to thank you, Jake.

You knew that danger...

was headed my way.

And yours.

Take care of yourself.

Avram, thank you.

Jake, get in the car now.

[sighs]

[steady beeping]

I got you, Calvin.

Hey, Mom.

[thunder rumbling]

Go get ready for bed, okay?

I'll be right in.

[sighs]

[sighs]

Hey.

Look, I know you were
upset when you left. I...

I tried your cell phone.

It was off.

Why? Did you find something?

No.

To be honest with
you, I was worried

that you'd gone to the...

To the police.

No. I came straight here.

So, what happened with Calvin?

Did he give you any more
information about Amelia?

I-I got a call from Avram.

His name is Guillermo Ortiz.

You were right. He's
been killing people.

Avram's worried he's
coming after Jake.

Oh.

So-so what did Calvin
say? What did he tell you?

Tell me what he said.

He...

he didn't show.

JAKE: And when
these perfect storms hit,

you have to recognize
them for what they are.

[thunder rumbles] I'm sorry.

Acknowledge their awesome
power. And hold on tight.

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