Touch (2012–2013): Season 2, Episode 7 - Ghosts - full transcript

MARTIN: Previously on Touch...

My son, Jake, he led me to you

to try and help you
find your daughter.

Amelia! [screams]

No!

LUCY: So all this time,
and it was some company?

MARTIN: Aster Corps.

They brought your
daughter to the facility

after they staged her death.

They're after my son
for the same reasons.

KASE: And begin. Jackpot 3.



Jackpot 1.

Jackpot 3.

FRANCES: Amelia
beat the supercomputer?

KASE: No, Mrs. N.

Amelia's teaching

a supercomputer.

MARTIN: Right now,
the only evidence

that's going to matter

is finding your daughter alive.

And if we move
too fast, if we push

these people, we scare
them, they will kill her.

So we cannot

go to the police.

So what do we do now?



I know a guy here.

We were correspondents together.

So I'm gonna take
a wild guess that this

is not the LA Times?

It's called BreakWire;
it's a web-based,

user-generated
news organization.

AVRAM: Martin, I met a man today

named Guillermo Ortiz.

He had photos in his room

of people who have
been murdered.

Each one special,

like Jake.

This man, I believe, is coming

for Jake.

[thunder rumbling]

JAKE: 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 the
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.

A perfect storm.

You're using

different colors.

[sighs]

♪♪

Hey.

[thunder rumbling]

Not exactly traveling
weather, is it?

Mm.

A friend of mine and
Trevor's is coming

to BreakWire tonight.

His name is Dutch; he was
an ex-special forces guy.

Ran security for some of
the journalists in Bosnia.

That's nice.

I was thinking about
maybe talking to him,

see if he could
help us find Amelia.

I appreciate it.

I do.

But I got to go, you know?

I know.

It's just...

It's been days and
still nothing, right?

Let me help you. I got it.

Lucy.

I can't go to the
cops and tell them

that the murder
they're investigating

has to do with my
daughter's abduction,

and why, because I don't
want to jeopardize Jake.

You know I would never do that.

Lucy, stop.

She's your daughter.

You have to do what you
think is right; I understand that.

I just want you to know

that Jake and I will
never stop looking for her.

And if, for whatever reason,
you want to come back,

we'll be here.

Okay?

Thanks.

Yeah.

So what do I tell the boy?

[chuckles]

He loves you.

You'll be fine.

[birds chirping]

[sighs]

It's your moment, Jake.

Stay strong.

The numbers will protect you.

Are you ready?

Hey, buddy.

[thunder rumbling]

I got to go now.

To find Amelia.

Okay.

You are a very cool boy.

All loaded up.

Hey. Here.

Thank you for everything.

I appreciate it.

You sure about this?

Of course not.

Oh, thank you, mister.

I wouldn't have gotten
very far without that, would I?

Thanks again.

Hey.

Thanks.

I'll take that.

Okay.

Bye.

Bye, Lucy.

JAKE: In humans,

a fear response happens

in less that 40 milliseconds.

Immediately, a massive
shot of adrenaline

makes our muscles
tense up to fight,

our heart rate increases

so we can elude predators,

we sweat so we don't overheat,

pupils dilate so we
can see in the dark.

[indistinct chatter,
music playing]

Seriously, is this
the best you got?

Well, I'm not gonna waste

my best booze on you,
now am I? Come here.

[laughter]

Hey, everyone, this is Dutch.

Dutch, this is everyone.
Hey, everyone.

- Hi Dutch.
- You look good.

Yeah, I do, don't
I? Yeah, you do.

But you, uh, not so much.

You haven't changed.

Good seeing you, man.

I thought you said Martin
was supposed to be here.

Oh, yeah, he's probably stuck

in this weather;
I'll give him a call,

see how far away he is.

[rain falling]

[thunder rumbling]

JAKE: Despite the fact
that each of us reacts to fear

in the same way,

neuroscience still
has found no way

to quantify fear itself.

JAKE: But sometimes,
what brings us together

are those things
we're all afraid of.

[phone ringing]

TREVOR: Martin, where are you?

Dutch just got here.

Hey, Trevor.

It's Lucy.

Sorry, um, somehow I ended up

with Martin's phone,
and he probably has mine.

And I have an idea how.

Um, he's on his way over there.

I am, too, apparently.

Oh, he just got here.

Come and join the party.

Dutch. Hey.

[laughter]

Ain't you a sight for sore eyes.

It's great to see you.

- How are you?
- Look at ya.

[people laughing]

That's a cool design
you're making there, buddy.

Look, I'm gonna go sit
with Trevor and Dutch.

If you need anything, I'll
be right over there, okay?

Okay.

[laughter]

I was just telling Trevor here

how of all the pantywaisted
journalists in-country,

you were the only one
who told it like it was.

What was I, chopped
liver? You were British.

You already had two
strikes against you.

Oh, spoken like

a true Yank.

To Martin,

the man who saved my life.

That was a long time ago.

Of course; how could I forget?

It was Martin who
saved your life.

Oh, come on. You
never would have

found me if it wasn't for Martin
working the back channels,

connecting the dots. You
know that's true. But it was me

who fired the kill shot and why?
Because Martin froze. No, no.

The way I remember it, the
guy who was holding Trevor

had a grenade and it would have
been irresponsible for me to take the shot

in that situation. No situation
is ever like you think it is.

It's always a crapshoot.

That first kill

is always the hardest.

After that, it gets easy.

I'm gonna get some ice.

You guys good?

Uh...

Trevor and I'll never forget

what you did for
us that day, Dutch.

Ah, look, it...
it's okay, Martin.

It's the booze, I'm sorry.

[sniffles]

I just miss the
fight, that's all.

Yeah.

About that.

I need to ask a favor.

Anything, what is it?

Well, it's a long story,

but there are some people

that are after my son.

Jake can't speak,
or he-he won't speak,

but he's got a gift... he can see
things in numbers and patterns

almost like he
can see the future.

And these people

that are trying to take
him away from me.

[inaudible chatter]

[electricity crackles]
[people gasp]

[backup system whirrs]

I'll be right back.

Hey, buddy, it's
all right, okay?

It's just a storm.

Jake, it's all right.

All right, we're
checking the breakers

but given the storm
out there, well,

this blackout
could last a while.

Now, you're all free to call
it a day, of course, but I think

we're probably best just
sticking out here until the rain

abates a bit.

So I'm the one
responsible for defending

every file at
BreakWire in exactly

this kind of emergency. Cool.

Checked the circuit
breaker blocks... it's dead.

Hey, buddy.

See how the emergency
lights came on right away?

Looks kind of cool in here, huh?

LUCY: Hey.

Someone forget to
pay the electricity bill

or what? Lucy.

What are you doing here?

Oh, let me show you.

Ta-dink.

[sighs]

I am so sorry.

Looks like Jake wasn't
finished with you yet.

Mm.

So much for leaving
Los Angeles tonight.

Why don't you just stay
and hang out with us

until this blows over?

Um...

I don't know... if I'm
gonna get stuck here

I might as well check in

someplace with clean sheets.

Yeah.

Hey, let's not make
a big deal out of this

the second time, okay?

I'll call you from the road.

Okay. Okay.

Bye. Bye.

Hey.

You're not fooling
me... I know you're upset

about me leaving.

I'm upset, too.

I just...

I have to go find
Amelia, you know...

Hey.

Lucy.

He really wants you
to stay... I've never

seen him do that
with anyone before.

Hey, Luce.

Well, I promised you a party.

What do you think?
It's a pretty wild party.

[laughs] Listen, I got through

to Emergency
Services on my cell.

The roads are closed
from here to the beach

and north to Sunset, so
unless you brought a canoe.

No, no canoe.

Looks like Dutch
has the right idea.

Mm-hmm, and it
looks like I'm staying.

You want to go
get a slice of pizza

before it's all gone?

See you in a second.

Trevor, come here.

[gasps] Excuse me.

Can I help you?

Oh, yeah, we're checking

the commercial
buildings in the area

to see who has lost power.

Oh, well, yeah, you
can put us on the top

of the list on that one.

How long do you think it'll
take you to get things running?

Depends on the storm, sir.

I just need to check the
connection of the subpanel

to the main house source
so there is no danger

of a surge when the power
comes back on. Hey, man.

Do whatever you got to do.

Uh, the panel

is down the hall on the right.

Okay, thank you.

It shouldn't be that long now.

Mm...

Where you going, bud?

Jake?

Hello?

Have room for one
more in there, buddy?

[grunts]

I'm too big for this.

[whispering indistinctly]

So you understand why
I can't go to the police.

I'm wanted, they'll take
Jake away from me.

Right now,

finding the girl
Amelia is the only way

to prove that
any of this is true.

I also got a call from New York

from a friend warning me about

a man named Guillermo Ortiz,

linked to multiple
homicides around the world.

All of his victims

have Jake's gift in
one form or another.

I don't think he can track

us down for a while, but...

truth is, Dutch, I
need your help.

I'm out of my depth.

Why don't we meet up tomorrow?

Come up with a game plan.

Don't worry.

We'll find the girl.

And get you and your
son out of this, I promise.

Thank you.

Mm-hmm. Thank you.

What are friends for?

Lifesaver... [groans]

Your shoulder's
still bothering you.

You mean my Sarajevo souvenir?

[laughs]

Dutch, you don't
need to show me.

Aw, come on. No,
Dutch, don't show me.

Don't...

[groans] Where's Jake and Lucy?

Oh, they're in the game room
under the Ping-Pong table.

That's strange.

Cell service was working a few

minutes ago.

Hey, Santiago, chill
with the Casanova

for five minutes, would you?

Storm must have knocked down
a nearby cell tower and I've got

to get an update to
Mike in Long Beach.

Would you try to patch me into

a different cell network?

Excuse me? I'm off duty, sir.

Make Philip do it.

How about I just make
you file for unemployment?

MARTIN: Ruben, just a hint.

You might get a little more
privacy in the control room.

You got it.

Good.

Hey, wait, wait.

[both moaning]

Wait, wait, they might hear.

Mm-mm, I don't
think they can hear us.

[unzipping] Yet.

Wait. What's wrong?

What is that? It-it's
a cell phone jammer.

What the hell is
it doing in here?

Who cares?

GUILLERMO: I'm so sorry.

[screams] Shh.

What the hell are
you doing in here?

I'm afraid we have a problem.

What? What problem?

You see, in a holy war,
there is no such thing

as collateral damage.
What are you talking about?

But tonight is special.

I've spent the last 11 years
of my life preparing for it.

And now, there is
simply those who are

or are not in my way.

Wait... wait... [screams]

What?

What, buddy?

Hey. Jake?

TREVOR: Santiago,
that little weasel's

not coming back...
He's probably halfway

to third base by now.

Let me see.

It's just about priorities,
you know, Martin?

Hey, Jake!

Jake.

Hey, Jake!

Hold on.

Where you going?

Jake.

Buddy, let's not go too far.

When you and I were his
age, would we have deliberately

dodged an assignment
from our supervisor

so we could waste time

chasing a bit of skirt?

Really?

Relax, Trevor.

We've both been
there. I'll go get him.

It was my fault.

[thunder crashing]

Jake, wait up.

Jake!

What are you doing?

What is this place?

[sighs]

Buddy...

You can't run away like that.

[sighs]

Are you trying to
tell me something?

Honey?

[sighs heavily]

[bird chirping]

[exhales]

Ruben, it's Martin. You decent?

[thunder crashing]

Jake. Jake!

I just found Reuben
and the girl he was with

dead in the control room.

Dead?

Their throats were slit.

I can't find Jake.

Julie! Try to get
through to the police!

Follow me.

[gasps]

Oh, my God!

Trevor, where do both
of these staircases lead?

This was an old, condemned
newspaper building

when I bought the
place. I only know

the couple of areas
I've renovated.

Dutch, you check
upstairs. I'll go down.

Trevor, go back to the bullpen

in case Jake
makes it back there.

[metal clatters]

Oh, no.

[grunts]

Jake.

It's me, buddy.

If you're hiding down here,
you don't need to be scared.

You can come out.

Okay, everyone just stay calm.

We're gonna get out of here,

it's gonna be okay. Right.

[grunting]

I-It's locked, it won't
open. Well, let me see,

let me see, let me
see. Let me try it.

[chain rattling]
There's a chain on it.

Trevor! Can we just like...

can we break the door or
something? It won't open.

It's been chained shut. Get
me something to break the glass.

Quick.

[grunting, chain rattling]

[gasps softly]

Come on, Jake.

We gotta hurry.

What is this place?

So dirty, huh?

[thunder crashes]

What?

That's nice.

What is it, bud?

Trying to tell me something?

The mirror?

Um...

I don't get it, bud.

Let me see...

[laughs softly]

This is just like
the blue butterflies

Amelia used to draw.

Honey, are you communicating
with Amelia? Is that it?

Is that why you
wanted me to stay,

so we could finish this

and we could find her together?

I'll follow you.

Okay?

Jake.

[groans]

Who is that?

MAN: Please,

help me.

Oh, my God.

It's all right, I'm
gonna help you, okay?

What's-what's your name?

Philip.

Phil, I need to take
a look at your wound.

[grunts]

Okay, keep your
hand right there.

[grunts]

Phil, the man that
did this to you...

was he alone? Yeah.

Dressed like a city worker.

Big scar on his neck.

Jake.

I think I should
go get your dad.

Buddy, will you walk
downstairs with me

so I can get your dad?

Lucy!

Dutch? Yeah.

We have a problem.

What?

Two people's throats
have been slashed.

Where?

Downstairs in the control room.

I think I know who did it,

and he's after Jake.

Jake! Shh!

Hey, bud.

[grunts]

What do we do?
There's no other way out.

Stay low.

Stay back.

Jake, we have to hide.

The man who did this to you,

he's come here to kill my son.

I can't find my son.

Y-Your son... [gasping]

I saw him.

Where?

Where did you see my son?

Come on, Philip, stay with me.

He was with a woman.

They were in the stairwell.

Lucy.

Okay.

[breathing hard]

I need to get you up, okay?

Come on.

[groaning]

LUCY: Jake. Please, honey.

Buddy, now! There!

[grunts]

LUCY: Come on, buddy.

That's right. There.

Stay here.

[grunting]

JAKE: I know you're in pain.

[groans]

JAKE: Unbearable pain.

[monitor beeping rhythmically]

GUILLERMO: Stop it!

Stop it. Stop it!

[whimpers]

[grunting]

[grunting]

[Guillermo grunts]

[roaring]

[grunts]

[grunts]

[yells]

Jake, when I tell
you to, run, okay?

[grunts]

[gunshot]

[grunts]

[grunts]

[grunting]

Run, Jake, run! Jake!

Run, Jake!

[groans]

[grunts]

I gotta stand you up.

[grunting]

[gasps]

[grunts]

[gasps]

Come on.

[grunts]

Trevor!

Trevor!

Come on. You got it.

Trevor!

Martin, what the hell?

I think I slowed
down the bleeding.

The others got out. Ted's
trying to call the police.

Okay, good. Get him out,
too. I gotta go after Jake.

All right, come on. Up. Up.

Guillermo: Jake!
[cries out in pain] Stop!

[cries out in pain]

[Guillermo cries out] Stop!

Jake.

[pained gasping]

You better stop now!

[thunder crashing]

[panting]

[panting]

It's okay.

There's another way.

[metal bar clangs]

[clanging continues]

Come on. It's not 17. It's 26.

You know it's 26.

[panting]

Oh, no.

[banging] Jake!

MARTIN: Jake!

[banging continues]

[thunder crashing]

DUTCH: Lifesaver!

Dutch, oh, my God!

Look, I'm all right.

I'm all right.

I've been trying
to get on the roof,

but the door's been jammed.

Don't worry. We'll get it open.

[banging resumes]

Martin: Jake?

[gasps]

[banging]

[banging continues]
MARTIN: Jake!

[banging continues]

[banging continues]

JAKE: She loved you.

JAKE: I know you're in
pain. Unbearable pain.

Stop it.

Stop it, boy.

Whatever you thought you could
accomplish tonight, you failed.

[banging continues]

But we both know what
that date means to me.

It's all the more reason
why you cannot exist here.

JAKE: But you also knew
love before you turned to death

[sobs]

[EKG flat-line tone]

You can't hurt a man
who lost everything.

I'm already dead.

God took my family;
my wife, my son

on the blackest day;

the day you were born.

[Martin yells, grunts]

[gasping]

No, no, Jake!

[Jake grunting]

[Lucy panting]

Lucy, are you okay?

Jake, Jake, Jake, Jake.

[both grunting]

[both gasp]

[glass shatters]

Jake! Jake!

Sweetheart.

Wake up. Jake!
Please wake up. Jake!

It's all right. It's all
right, sweetheart.

You're safe. He's gone.
He can't hurt you, okay?

It's all right.

What?

That's impossible.

[Jake pants loudly]

No, no. Dutch, Dutch.

Dutch.

[grunts]

[groans]

[distant siren wailing]

JAKE: Fear... base,
raw, mortal fear...

Is the dividing
line in our species.

And no matter how hard
we struggle to define it,

it can't be quantified.

[gasps]

But it's one of the only
constant units of measure,

one of the few things
that makes us who we are.

[gasps]

[siren wailing]

JAKE: The only
uniquely human force

with enough power to
overcome fear is love.

KASE [over speaker]: If you're done
working, it's time for dinner, okay?

We'll be there in a minute.

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