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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.

Now, you know how much my son appreciates what you're doing,

but I want you to know, I do too.

Your mission is to kill the 36.

If you deviate from that plan,

you are simply a godless murderer.

No!

There was another kid

the 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?

He didn't show.

Human beings are hard-wired to connect.

We are drawn to one another

by our own chemistry.

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.

Hi.

Hey, Jake.

Look at you; you combed your hair.

I'm glad 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.

You know what?

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

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. - I know.

So...

help me.

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.

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.

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Jake, hold on.

- 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.

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!

Why are you following me?

You're crazy, man!

Who are you working for?!

Who do you...

- He's fleeing right now. - Hey!

Backup on P-3!

Repeat, P-3!

I was right-- we were being followed.

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

Not the way you were driving.

Nice driving, by the way.

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.

- Hello. - 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.

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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.

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.

Maybe truth, I don't know.

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.

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.

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...

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.

Just drink some water.

Amelia, Amelia.

Hey, are you okay?

Amelia.

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.

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.

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 are 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.

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.

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.

How did you...?

This morning-- the microwave, Jake.

Great.

Hold up.

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

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.

Beautiful day, huh?

That's why we chose this location-- sunshine

300 days a year.

May I ask...

...do you have someone in the facility?

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

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.

Dr. Forrest, dial 118, please.

Dr. Forrest, please dial 118.

Eight, eight, seven, seven.

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.

Like Calvin studying other peoples' brains.

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

Let's see.

Yeah.

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.

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.

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Hello?

Calvin?

Yes.

This is... Linda from the Greyber Institute.

Is there a problem?

Nu... uh, no.

Uh, quite the contrary.

It's your brother.

There's been a... breakthrough.

I'll be right there.

Jake?! Jake?!

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

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

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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.

Jake.

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

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

I'm making progress, Will.

I'm getting closer.

One day soon,

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

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. - 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?

"Jake, Amelia."

They're together.

Jake?

Jake?!

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.

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 Amelia?

You all right?

Jake, where is she?

Where's Amelia?

Oh, my God. Amelia!

Jake, don't you move.

Amelia!

Amelia!

Amelia!

Amelia!

No!

No!

Amelia!

Amelia!

No!

No!

Amelia!

Amel...

Amelia!

Amel...

It's all right.

Amelia!

Come on.

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.

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Gracias.

Hey, buddy.

You all right?

Cool. It's like a fort.

I'm sorry about all the craziness, Jake.

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.

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.

I am, too.

Padre.

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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...

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?

It's a good bet.

Give me the address.

Our brains,

our entire nervous systems,

are designed for us to form deep, lasting bonds.

When those connections are broken...

...bad things can happen.

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