Touch (2012–2013): Season 2, Episode 5 - Eye to Eye - full transcript

Hold on. Previously on Touch...

Calvin Norburg
and Adeline Danvers

flew from New
York to Los Angeles

just over three weeks
ago; the timeline fits.

Calvin Norburg has my daughter.

I know you know how much my
son appreciates what you're doing.

But I want you
to know I do, too.

[gasps]

Your mission is to kill the 36.

If you deviate from that plan,

you are simply a
godless murderer.



No!

There was another kid

that Teller was working
with in New York.

His name was Jake Bohm.

Imagine if we had two of them.

The progress would
be exponential.

It would probably
cut the time in half.

This is my new phone number.

Please, don't tell anyone.

You should've seen Jake today.

The whole class
thinks he's a stud.

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

Wow.

You touch my son, I swear to God



I will kill you.

Now I want Amelia back.

If anything happens
to me or Amelia...

Anything... I promise
you, Jake will be gone.

What did Calvin say?
What did he tell you?

[sighs] He...

he didn't show.

[thunder rumbling]

JAKE: Human beings
are hard-wired to connect.

[gasps]

We are drawn to one another

by our own chemistry.

[gasps]

We produce attachment hormones

that create intimacy.

We build neural
bridges that bond us,

brain to brain...

Hey.

Heart to heart.

Hey.

Rain finally stopped.

Yep.

Little too late; it kept
me awake all night.

Maybe this will help.

Thanks.

Those bonds, once formed,
are not meant to be broken.

LUCY: Hi.

MARTIN [chuckles]: Hey, Jake.

Look at you; you
combed your hair.

Buddy, you don't
have school today.

You can go back to bed.

No, he's got a playdate.

A playdate?

Yeah, Soleil's mother

called last night,
invited him over

for his first playdate ever.

Great!

Jake can have fun, and
we have time to plan.

By the way, we need a plan.

I'll get some waffles

for the microwave.

Have fun.

I'll get dressed.

Buddy, I wasn't
laughing at your hair.

I think you look cool.

[sighs]

[beeping]

[beep]

[crackling, popping]

[gasps]

[relieved sigh]

You know what?

Why don't we just go out
for breakfast this morning?

[clacking]

LUCY: You know, I woke
up in the middle of the night

last night, and I thought
she was next to me.

Amelia... had trouble sleeping,

so she would make me lay
with her till she fell asleep.

Most nights I was so exhausted, I
would end up falling asleep in her bed

and then wake up in
the middle of the night,

her foot would be
in my stomach, and...

I would just look
at her... sweet face

and think: I'm the luckiest
person in the world.

I haven't done that for
more than 1,100 days.

1,100. [whispers]: I know.

So...

help me.

[clacking]

Give me some quarters?

Look, uh... as soon
as we drop Jake off,

we'll go to BreakWire,
we'll start trying to run down

a probable address, okay?

You're racking up some
serious digits there, little man.

MARTIN: Hey, buddy.

Jake, come on, we
need to go, sweetheart.

Hey, it's me. Guess
what I'm doing.

Watching a certain
curly-haired kid and his dad

get into a car.

Martin and Jake Bohm.

Okay, uh...

follow them, find
out where they live.

I'm all over it.

[bell tolls in distance]

[birds chirping] [panting]

Gracias.

Jake, hold on.

[tires squealing]

What the hell you doing?
That blue car behind us,

it's been following me
since we left the restaurant.

Okay, so what are we gonna do?

This.

[tires squealing]

Stay here.

Don't move.

Get down, Jake. Okay, bud?

Hey!

Why are you following me?!

Get out of the car.

Get out of the car! [grunts]

Why are you following me?

You're crazy, man!

[yells in pain]

Who are you working for?!

[radio chatter] Who do you...

[speaks indistinctly]

He's fleeing right now. Hey!

Backup on P-3!

WOMAN: Repeat, P-3!

I was right... we
were being followed.

[tires squealing]

We're good... I don't
think we were followed.

Not the way you were driving.

Nice driving, by the way.

[sighs]

You're late. Come on!

Hi. Beth Friedman.
Soleil's mom. Hi.

Martin Bishop. I've
heard all about you.

Thank you so much for
having Jake over today.

Our pleasure. Those two,
they are just a fork and a spoon.

I think the kids want
to make cupcakes.

This is my dad,
Soleil's grandfather.

Martin Bishop.

I'm Carl.

These are Jake's parents!

Uh, actually, we're...

Here's my cell phone
number, just in case.

We'll just pick him up later,

if that's okay.

Don't worry about a thing.

They'll be just fine.

Fork and a spoon,
those two. We'll see you

in a couple hours. Thank you.

Bye. Thank you.
Bye-bye. Bye, Jake.

El nombre del Padre, del Hijo

y Espíritu Santo.

Ave María purísima.

En inglés, por favor.

My Spanish is not so good. Sí.

I am on a mission,

but each step brings
more confusion,

more doubt.

I'm hoping the
peace of absolution

will help me on my path.

I'm afraid I don't understand.

I will explain.

But first, swear to me
that you are committed

to the sacramental
seal of confession.

Of course.

If you break that seal,
you risk excommunication

and ultimate
separation from God.

That is my vow, yes.

Good.

I have committed a mortal sin.

Mm. And what
sin is that, my son?

Murder.

Hospital attack in Syria,
do we have a confirm?

Confirm, Al Jazeera, bingo.

Okay, good to go.
Run it raw, straight live.

Got a lot breaking here.

Any chance of a Martin
Bishop exclusive byline?

How about a blistering
exposé on Calvin Norburg

that'll lead to a
criminal indictment.

Keep talking.
We've got proof that

he kidnapped Lucy's
daughter, Amelia.

Why would he do that?

'Cause he's a
freak. He's running

experiments on her
like she's a guinea pig.

Excuse me? Trevor, our
kids are different, okay?

Jake and Amelia's
brains are special.

They're connected to things
through numbers, patterns, ratios.

He found her

and he took her,

and he's doing
whatever research on her,

mapping her brain.

This sounds insane.
You do realize that, right?

Yes. Yeah.

[laughs] What else
aren't you telling me?

He knows about Jake.

What?

He knows that I'm his father.

He knows that I'm on the run.

How do you know that?

Because he told me.

When?

Last night at the gun range.

You said he didn't show.

You lied.

Yes, I lied. I'm sorry.

Yeah, you lied.

He lied.

You lied.

Give me a second.

Lucy, Lucy, it's
not what you think.

Lucy, stop.

I was protecting my son.

Great, glad that's
working for you.

Me... not so much.

Calvin threatened Jake, okay?

He threatened my son to my face.

Do you understand
what I'm saying?

Here's the thing, Martin.

Truth, not truth... It's
either one or the other.

I'm sorry I lied to you.

I was scared.

Okay, I'm, I am scared.

[sighs] Maybe
truth, I don't know.

[sighs]

I, I don't have a
handbook for this.

Neither do I, but I
thought I had a partner.

But I don't think I
need one anymore

to be honest.

Do you really think
the day that we met

on the pier was a
fluke, just blind luck?

Because it wasn't.

Jake led me to you

because he wants... he wants...

Hell, he needs me to
help you find Amelia,

but the best way for us
to do that is through Jake,

but we have to do it in
his time, on his schedule.

But if you really want
to do this, I'm all in.

I will help you
find Calvin Norburg

and we will get Amelia back.

I promise, no more lying.

Okay.

Okay.

[sighing]

Oh, no.

Two tablespoons baking
soda, chocolate extract,

chocolate squares,
chocolate chips.

You like chocolate?

Do now.

Mmm...

smells delicious.

Hi, Grandpa.

Taste test. Hey.

Ooh, that's for me, oh, yes,
it's... No, no, stop, stop it.

Oh, no, no... Hey.

[sighs]

[phone ringing]

I knew you'd find me.

Eight, eight, seven, seven.

Okay, I'll be there.

Were you just
talking to someone?

No, I-I was just...

[gasps]

What, what-what's wrong?

My stomach... my stomach
feels like it's burning.

All right, you're gonna be okay.

Here. It hurts,
it hurts, it hurts.

[water running]

[groans] Just drink some water.

[gasps]

[groaning] Amelia, Amelia.

Hey, are you okay?

Amelia. [gasps]

KASE: You remember your name?

Adeline.

Adeline what?

Danvers. Good.

It's just like we talked about.

Don't offer any
information, no address,

no other names.

Adeline Danvers?

Yeah, right here.

Uh, she's sick.

I'm worried it might
be her appendix.

Obvious tenderness.

We'll get this
checked right away.

Now, what about
that limp of yours?

Oh, I fell, it's nothing.

Julie, run a CT scan on this
girl... possible appendicitis...

And I'll take this
gentleman to X Ray.

Your knee will thank me one
day. Oh, but I'm responsible for her.

You did your job,
you brought her to us.

Now let us take care of you.

No, but I-I'm not
supposed to leave her...

No torn ACLs on my watch.

Hey, Adeline, I'll
just be down the hall.

You let me know.

DOCTOR: To
your left, right there.

I don't understand.

What kind of a mission are
you on that involves a mortal sin?

I'm ridding the
world of false idols.

False idols?

To return the
world to the Creator.

There are 36 souls
in this world, Father,

placing themselves before God.

They are the ones that must die.

Some already have.

By your hand?

Yes.

And there will be more.

You can stop, you
must stop, my son.

No, I must not, I cannot.

If you're so certain about your
path, why, why come to me?

As a servant of God,
I know what I must do.

As a man,

it hurts.

[sighs]

I seek the peace
and the strength

that only God can give.

You want peace,
stop what you're doing.

No, I cannot stop until
all the 36 have gone

and the world is back
in his rightful hands.

Why this is up to you?

Because I'm one of them.

I'm one of the 36.

What do you want from me?

Absolution, so I may
continue my path.

[breathing heavily]

Father, are you there?

Absolution comes
through forgiveness.

I cannot forgive you, my son.

Father, please.

I'm a man of God,
the same as you.

You're a killer.

See if you can pull up
anything on his family,

anything from his past. [typing]

I've been running his
name on every database

in the known webosphere,

and I just found something new.

Hmm, "Longtime
librarian retires."

Frances Norburg.

Two children... William and...

Calvin.

Says she's on the board

of an exclusive brain injury
facility in Beverly Hills...

The Greyber Institute...

A private facility
specializing in treatment

and neuroeducation,
made possible

through private grant...

Ha, look at the
name of the grantor.

I'll get the car.

Nice.

Just keep moving.

To the right.

Okay.

Try 8877.

[keypad beeping]

How did you...?

This morning... The
microwave, Jake.

Great.

Hold up.

That's her, that's
Calvin's mother.

[sighs]

Okay, let's do it,
let's go confront her.

Wait.

Just give me a second,
I want to try something.

I'll be right back.

[sighs]

Beautiful day, huh?

That's why we chose
this location... sunshine

300 days a year. [chuckles]

May I ask...

do you have
someone in the facility?

M-My wife... she, uh...

[sighs]

I didn't mean to pry.

No, it's, it's all right.

It's, it's actually
good to talk about it.

She was in a skiing accident

almost a year ago.

How you holding up?

I keep waiting
for it to get easier.

Yeah.

My son William... he was in
a car accident four years ago.

The car went into the water.

I'm so sorry.

His official diagnosis is

"persistent vegetative,"
but I don't believe that.

He hears me, I know he does.

I almost lost two sons that day.

You have another son?

I do.

William's older brother
was driving the car.

He pulled William
out of the water.

Unfortunately five
minutes had passed,

the damage was done.

The irony is, my son
does research on the brain.

Really?

Since the accident,

his focus has changed.

I believe he'll find
a breakthrough.

You may have your
wife back one day.

It was very nice meeting you.

Ta-da!

Oh, no, out of wrappers.

I watch Cupcake Wars,

and you do not serve a
cupcake without a wrapper.

WOMAN [over P.A.]:
Lab Tech, I.C. one.

Lab Tech, I.C. one.

[indistinct chatter]

[sighs]

[keyboard keys
click, computer trills]

[whispering]: Eight,
eight, seven, seven.

[keyboard keys clicking]

[trilling]

[printer whirring]

[panting, siren blaring]

[panting continues]

So what did you find out?

The young man in the
wheelchair is Calvin's brother.

William? Yeah.

He was injured
in a car accident.

Calvin was driving.

Oh. Well, that explains

the big donation
to this facility.

Explains a lot of things.

Why Calvin is studying
other peoples' brains.

He's trying to find a
cure for his brother.

[phone ringing]

One second.

[sighs] Yeah.

CARL: Mr. Bishop, this is

Carl, uh, Soleil's grandfather.

Jake left the house, and
apparently has run off.

What do you mean, he ran off?

He and, uh... and Soleil were
in the kitchen making cupcakes.

I was in the other room,
next thing I know, he's gone.

I, uh... I-I'm sorry.

Uh, it happened really fast.

I... I was gonna
ring the police...

Please don't do that.

I'll be right there.

Jake wandered off from
the Friedman house.

I've got to go.

Oh, no. Um, okay.
So, what should I do?

I'll take a cab.
Here, take the car.

Stay here, see what
you can find out.

I'll get back to you as
soon as I find Jake. Okay.

[door opens and closes]

What do you mean, she
walked out on her own?

You were supposed to
watch her every move.

How could you be so stupid?!

I will be right there.

[sighs]

[rhythmic whooshing and beeping]

[sighing]

CALVIN: Hello?

Calvin?

Yes.

This is... Linda from
the Greyber Institute.

Is there a problem?

Nu... uh, no.

Uh, quite to the contrary.

It's your brother.

There's been a... breakthrough.

I'll be right there.

[whooshing and beeping continue]

Jake?! Jake?!

I'm sorry. I'm-I'm
looking for my son.

He's 11 years old, curly
hair. Have you...? No.

[bus doors whoosh open]

♪♪

[video game music plays]

[video game music
and sounds play]

[video game music
and sounds play]

[trilling]

[door squeaks open]

Ah. Hello, Calvin.

Who are you?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm Amelia's mom.

Hey, I wouldn't do
that if I were you.

One shot of this
will stop his heart.

You get away from my brother.

Where's my daughter?

I know you have my daughter.

Security! Listen to me. Hey!

It's only water.

I want my daughter! This
woman just broke in here!

Doesn't my foundation
pay you people enough?

I don't even want to think
about what Calvin's gonna say.

Witness saw her get into a cab.

I just got off with
the cab company.

Dispatch reported a girl
matching Amelia's description

took a cab ride to the
Marina Del Rey Boardwalk.

Then that's where we
need to be right now.

[rock song playing,
crowd chatter]

[sounds and music of
video games playing]

Jake.

[coin clinks]

[sounds and music play]

[music and sounds
continue playing]

[music plays]

[keyboard keys clicking]

[bus doors whoosh open]

[bus doors whoosh shut]

Wait! Wait! Wait! Please,
I've made a mistake.

I need to get off the bus
now, please. Open the door.

[doors whoosh open]

[birds singing]

[rhythmic whooshing and beeping]

I'm making progress, Will.

I'm getting closer.

One day soon,

you're gonna be whooping
my ass out on the court again.

[rhythmic beeping and
whooshing continues]

LUCY: All I know is,

it's a foundation
of-of some kind.

I-I don't know the
name, but Calvin

supports the facility with it.

There's got to be
some public record of it.

I'll see what I can dig
up. LUCY: Thanks, Trev.

I know it's a long shot,
but it's all we have.

All right. I'll call you

when I've got something, okay?

[loud crowd chatter]

[Donkey Kong music
and sounds play]

"Jake, Amelia."

They're together.

[click, beep]

[beep]

Jake?

Jake?!

[phone rings]

Yeah?

Hey, I got the picture you sent.

What's it mean? It's time.

Jake's leading us to Amelia.

I'm at 8877 Bayside,

Marina del Rey. It's an arcade.

Get down here as
soon as you can.

Okay, 8877. Got it.

[sighs]

29. How do we know where?

I don't know yet. Just
keep looking for the number.

29. Dock 29.

Come on.

I got him.

Jake! Jake!

Where's...

You all right? Amelia?

Jake, where is she?

Where's Amelia?

Amelia!

Jake, don't you move.

Amelia!

Amelia!

Amelia!

[tires screech]

LUCY: Amelia!

[screams] No!

No!

[screams] Amelia!

Amelia!

No!

Amelia!

[tires screech]

Amel... [grunts]

Amelia!

Amel... [sobs]

MARTIN: It's all right.

Amelia!

Come on.

[sobbing]

[footsteps approaching]

I thought this might help.

Look, I know there's nothing
I can say to make this better.

But I am truly, truly sorry.

I just wanted to say good night.

You're a very
special girl, Amelia.

And you may not know it,

but you're going to help
a lot of people one day.

You're going to help my son.

I know you miss your mother,

but she just wouldn't
understand why you're here.

[indistinct chatter]

[sighs]

Ah.

Gracias.

[crickets chirping]

Hey, buddy.

You all right?

[sighs]

[sighs]

Cool. It's like a fort.

I'm sorry about all
the craziness, Jake.

[sighs]

My God, you could
fill the Grand Canyon

with everything I'm sorry about.

You know, I have this
dream every once in a while.

We're in front of a
big house, our house.

We're on the lawn playing ball.

You really zing one.

It's high and I have to
jump to catch it, but...

I catch it.

[chuckling]: And
I land on my ass.

And the two of
us start laughing.

Start laughing like crazy.

Together.

We're gonna get
Amelia back, Jake.

And I know what
you're doing is important,

trust me, I know.

But as your father, I have a
responsibility to protect you,

to... to make sure
that you're safe.

And I'm doing the best I can.

Your mother would be
so proud of you right now.

The way you've handled all this.

I am, too.

[sighs]

I am, too.

[chuckles disbelievingly]

[trembling breaths]

Padre.

I'm here for my absolution.

I have none to give.

You have made a
choice to deny God.

No man has that right.

Padre nuestro que
estás en los cielos...

[gasping, praying in Spanish]

[gasps]

[faucet handle squeaks]

[phone ringing]

Oh, hey. Hey, Trevor.

Hey, Luce. Um... I've got a name

for Calvin Norburg's
foundation...

"Mandlebrot."

And get this:
Mandlebrot Incorporated

just bought a loft
downtown eight days ago.

Huh.

Do you think that's
where Calvin's living?

[chuckles] It's a good bet.

Give me the address.

[opens drawer, rustles papers]

[vehicle approaches]

JAKE: Our brains,

our entire nervous systems,

are designed for us to
form deep, lasting bonds.

[gasps]

[tires screech]

[Calvin groaning]

When those
connections are broken...

bad things can happen.

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