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Previously on Touch...

Dr. McCormick.

My name is Avram. This is my friend Jake.

We believe that your life may be in danger.

My mind has begun working too fast.

It made sleep impossible. I went weeks without a single night.

I felt like I was dying.

- But at the sleep center... - 500 milligrams of adrenaline, now.

they're helping me.

Last night I slept.

- A sleep clinic. - The insomnia is getting worse.

The problem's reached a whole other level.

The clinic gets amazing results.

My name is Martin Bohm.

I'm wanted in the state of New York on one count of kidnapping.

And you've come here to turn yourself in?

I came here to clear my name.

I told you not to take Jake out of the house.

- You did it anyway. - It's not what you think.

Two men came into my house last night and tried to kill me and take my son.

Don't you realize how dangerous this is?

Martin Bohm!

(tires screech)

What's happening?

(over voice mail) This is Avram. Please leave a message.

Avram, it's Martin.

We're back at your house. I'm sorry for yelling.

Please, come back so we can talk.

(fast heartbeat)

TONY: Where's the girl?

LUCY: No!

Amelia!

Amel-- oh!

Amelia!

Am--

(beeping)

(steady tone)

JAKE: There are few things in the world more frightening

than the future stretching out ahead of you, unknowable

and unseen.

It was a dream, okay?

Just a dream.

But sometimes the most frightening future

is the one you do know.

The fate you see coming...

...and can't escape.

Hey, guys.

Everything all right?

Okay.

Come on, let's get up.

We got to get breakfast.

(phone dialing)

(over voice mail) This is Avram. Please leave a message.

Avram, it's me again.

Look, you have every right to be angry with me,

but please just call me back as soon as you get this, okay?

Thanks.

(phone rings)

- Yeah. - TREVOR: Martin,

turns out a vendor at the farmer's market gave a

description of a Hasidic man in his 40s being dragged

into a van yesterday.

He was abducted?

Looks like it.

Avram was running down a lead.

A man named Dr. McCormick. He thought he was one of the 36.

Trevor, we need to find this vendor.

I can be there in 20 minutes.

Thank you.

(music playing in distance)

(distant chanting)

Chanting.

(intermittent beeping)

Hey, buddy.

I'm getting closer.

It took going back to Aster Corps...

but I'm finally making progress on the sequence.

We're getting so close.

Maybe ten digits away.

When it's complete,

then it'll all make sense.

All the random synapses and pathways will...

will untangle, and I'll know.

I'll know how to save you.

(phone rings)

I have to go.

I love you.

It won't be long.

(door opens and closes)

Since Enron, every reputable accounting firm is skittish.

We can't hide a $40 billion loss in one quarter.

And this gets out, our stock'll be worthless by close of bell Thursday.

None of that is going to happen,

because Calvin here is going to help us avoid all that.

Now, thank you for coming.

Everything all right?

You have the updates from the sleep clinic?

Yeah, we got another four digits last night,

so the sequence is now 97 numbers long.

How predictive is it?

Uh, 40% one day, 70% the next.

We won't really be able to apply it until it's completed.

And when will that be?

When it wraps back around to the beginning, to 318.

Then we'll know it's completed. It should be soon.

Well, you need to work faster.

You're auditor shopping, huh?

How bad is it?

My friend was here yesterday.

And then he went missing.

Do you remember seeing him?

Sorry. I haven't seen him.

Thank you.

Martin.

I found the vendor.

She said it took place in the parking lot around 3:00.

She called the police 'cause she got a license plate, but they never showed up.

My friend at LAPD ran the van's plates... nothing.

- How is that possible? - I don't know,

maybe the witness got the number wrong.

MARTIN: This isn't adding up. Why would Aster Corps take Avram?

I mean, if they knew about him, why didn't they just follow him back to Jake?

- That's who they want. - Martin.

Oh, no.

Hey, buddy, what's wrong?

Jake, what's happening?

And we have lovely new jasmine blend.

Oh, cardamom.

Reminds me of Afghanistan.

And a hint of orange blossom.

Enjoy.

- Jake, what's happening? - They're dying.

What do you mean, they're dying? Who's dying? Avram?

Amelia?

What's happening?

They're leading us to something.

It's Dr. McCormick.

Amelia, wait there.

Dr. McCormick?

Hi, my-my name is Martin Bishop.

A friend of mine was looking for you yesterday,

and he came to this market. I was wondering...

- I can't talk. - Just look at the photo.

- No, I can't, really. - It'll take two seconds. Please.

- Doc, please, it'll just take a second. - No, I really can't. Please...

Doctor.

Oh, my God.

Doctor. (gasping continues)

Doctor. Doctor. (McCormick groans)

Oh, my God. Trevor, call an ambulance.

Help!

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Guys, I'm sorry you had to see that.

- Martin Bohm? - Yes.

Detective Lange is on his way to speak to you.

Fine. I'll be here.

Well, this day just keeps getting better.

I don't know how this is gonna play out--

I don't want the kids to be here.

- Okay. - Thanks.

What do you think? Popcorn for lunch?

Are you trying to distract us from the fact

that we just saw a man die?

That's exactly what I'm trying to do.

Come on.

It's okay, buddy.

You can go, I'll be fine.

Go with Trevor.

Martin Bishop. Hello.

Dr. Plimpton, what are you doing here?

I'm meeting a friend for lunch.

Is your friend Dr. McCormick?

Yes. Why?

Please come with me.

So, what cartoons do you like?

I don't like cartoons.

I like real things.

Okay.

Not hungry, then?

(chuckles)

Five and three.

(quiet) Five and three.

53.

53. Does that mean something, Jake?

I don't know.

I came to L.A. as part of a medical study.

McCormick was one of the first patients.

He took me under his wing, helped me adjust.

Look, I know how difficult this is for you,

but I need to know what happened to Dr. McCormick.

Did he have a history with seizures?

I don't know.

He was always making notes in that little book about his health, but

I never asked why.

The study you both were part of,

wh-what was it for?

It's a treatment for a rare form of insomnia.

My mind is not like other people's, it...

I see images.

Sometimes just flashes,

other times whole sequences.

People. Things happening.

Often in the past.

I try, but I can't shut it off.

I don't even know how to begin to explain this, but...

this is my friend Avram.

Have you seen this man before?

Uh... no. Why?

He was kidnapped here yesterday.

He was looking for Dr. McCormick.

Oh, my God.

How many people are part of your study?

Seven.

Well, six, now that McCormick's gone.

- The nest of seven. - Beg your pardon?

Mr. Bohm.

Ex-Excuse me for one second.

Detective Lange is here to see you now.

Okay, just give me one minute.

I thought you said your name was Bishop.

It's not.

- Look, I had to use an alias to protect my son... Please. - I think I've heard enough.

Dr. Plimpton.

Doctor!

Let's go.

Mr. Bohm, why is it, every time I see you, someone has died?

I know it doesn't look good.

No, it doesn't look good; it looks criminal.

I didn't do anything wrong.

Mr. Bohm, I am trying to help you, but you're not helping yourself.

Why are you here?

Yesterday a friend of mine was abducted from here.

He was trying to find Dr. McCormick, the man who just died.

Abducted.

- Let me guess, by Aster Corps. - Yes, I think so.

You think so.

Did you report it to the police?

(sighs)

- No. - Why not, Mr. Bohm?

Because I didn't think you'd believe me.

That's the first logical thing you've said so far.

What's your friend's name?

Avram Hadar. Here, I have his passport.

Mr. Bohm, the best advice I can give you right now is to go home

and stay there until I get this whole Aster Corps

abduction, whatever else thing all sorted out.

- So I can go? - For now.

But I'll be in touch.

Thank you.

- You okay? - Yeah, I'm okay.

Right before Guillermo Ortiz killed himself,

he said that he had failed because he couldn't find the "nest of seven."

I didn't know what he was talking about, but I think I do.

Dr. Plimpton said that she and McCormick

were part of some sleep study.

There were seven patients, all sharing similar

characteristics to Jake and Amelia.

Maybe that's what Amelia was talking about when she said, "They're dying."

Dr. Plimpton said that McCormick was tracking

his health problems in his journal.

When I walked up to him, he was writing in his journal.

He put it in his pocket right before he died.

We need to find that journal now.

Come on, guys, let's go.

Come on.

We acquired several companies in 2007.

They seemed healthy.

A few problem patches

but sound.

Then we looked closer and discovered that...

there were billions of dollars in hidden debt.

CALVIN: So by then it was too late--

The deal was done.

I thought if I could just buy a couple more years...

So we, as they say, kicked the can down the road.

Now that road has come to an end.

All these people,

their pensions...

their futures.

At 11:00 on Thursday...

our company will release its quarterly report,

and the world will see a $40 billion loss.

That's why you need the sequence.

(chuckles)

I've got one play left.

Go all in with what money we have.

It doesn't matter what stock we invest in

or what currency we short, we just need a sure thing.

Why are you telling me this?

We're the same, you and I.

(whispering) Look...

we both have made a terrible mistake.

But we have a chance to make it right.

(phone rings)

Why haven't you brought in the boy?

- You said you were close. - I am. They can't have gone far.

I don't care what you have to do, you get them!

Copy. We have another problem.

One of the sleep study patients died.

(sighs quietly)

We cannot have the police showing up at the clinic.

I know. I'll handle it.

(beep)

(beeps twice)

(door buzzes)

(computer beeping)

How'd the meeting with Farington go?

She wants faster results.

Bad timing.

Why?

What are you talking about?

Dr. McCormick died today.

What?

(exhales)

Here at the clinic?

No. He was out.

How?

I-I don't know how.

I think he had a history of heart disease in his family.

Still, a death in the study--

We-We have to investigate.

The procedure is perfectly safe.

We put these people into medical coma

and we force their brains through hours of exhaustive testing.

I'm not sure "safe" is the word that I would use.

You might want to get on board with this.

Where's his chart?

I'll handle it.

I can't take the kids into the morgue.

I'll be right back.

Excuse me.

My friend was just brought in here--

Dr. McCormick.

I-I was there when he died, and in the panic I forgot

to grab something-- his-his journal.

It was in his jacket pocket.

This is kind of embarrassing, but...

he was seeing another woman, and he wrote about her.

He made me promise that if anything ever happened,

I would burn it before his wife could see it.

Look, I'll tell you what I told the last guy--

We don't release personal effects.

What do you mean, "the last guy"?

Apparently, that journal must have been pretty hot,

because a guy came in here 20 minutes ago asking for it.

20 minutes ago.

Hey!

Sir! You are not allowed in there!

(gunshots)

(tires squealing)

(tires squeal)

(panting)

So we know that everything that's happening is somehow connected to the sleep study.

It must be one of Aster Corps' subsidiaries.

(beep)

There are 8 sleep studies in Los Angeles.

This one has only been open for three months.

♪

_

TREVOR: It's genius.

In an evil, insidious way.

They don't have to fake deaths or kidnap anyone.

No, the patients just check themselves in

and keep coming back--

Unless we shut them down.

Yeah, but how? We need proof.

You can't just walk in through the front door.

You've been a thorn in their side for months.

If there's not a picture of you in every Aster Corps

security office by now, they're criminally inept.

Amelia said they're dying-- We need to do something.

Hang on.

They know you,

but they don't know me--

I could go in, look for evidence.

- No, too dangerous. - No more dangerous than Sarajevo.

Come on, it'll be like old times, you and me.

Trevor, I can't let you go in there alone, and I can't take

the kids anywhere near an Aster Corps facility.

What is it, sweetheart?

It's okay.

We stay in the car the whole time, nothing happens to us.

Are you sure?

Yes.

And me?

I can't see that far.

(sighs)

Martin, I'm willing to take the chance.

We need to do this.

(sighs)

Can I help you?

Oh, I certainly hope so.

I'm interested in the insomnia study.

We research a very specific group.

It's unlikely that you qualify.

Really?

(sighs)

That's such a shame.

My friend Dr. McCormick was so sure you could help.

Excuse me. Hi. I'm Dr. Linus.

Oh, Trevor. Trevor Wilbur.

I understand you're having trouble sleeping.

(panting)

It's plagued me my whole life.

Really, I'm at my wits' end.

Okay, um...

(smacks lips)

You mentioned you knew Dr. McCormick?

Yes. We, uh, we seemed to share the same symptoms.

I try to fall asleep, and then my mind gets full of...

numbers and-and patterns, weird connections.

- And I can't seem to shut it off. - Interesting.

Okay, well, why don't you come with me-- We'll go this way.

Come on in.

Why don't you grab a seat?

We've developed a test...

to determine if you're one of the people that we can help.

Take your time with it.

Press the button on the intercom when you're finished.

Will do.

(exhales)

♪

(sighs quietly)

♪

♪

(phone rings)

Trevor, what's wrong?

(quietly) We got to be quick; they've got a camera on me.

They gave me sort of test to identify the 36s.

I can now say quite definitively I am not one of them.

It's a page of symbols and numbers.

Some are circled.

Take a picture of it and send it to me.

(click)

(beeps)

Okay, I got it. Hold on.

Jake.

Show me what to do.

Jake circled three and 48.

(whispering) Okay, I don't get the point.

It doesn't matter; Jake does. Just do it.

(sighs)

(sighs)

I asked you for faster results, and you bring me...

(sighs)

What exactly am I looking at?

McCormick's file is full of holes.

There should be patient histories, follow-ups-- There's none of that.

- Did you ask Linus about it? - Yes.

I think he's hiding something. I mean...

I think he's hurting these people.

Well, he's getting results.

Yeah, but at-at what cost?

At what cost?

Do you have any idea what will happen if Aster Corps fails?

We're talking about gross medical misconduct here.

(chuckles)

You kidnapped a child and held her for three years.

Yes, and I regret that every single day.

But even at my worst, I made sure she was safe.

- I took care of her. - Do you have any idea how close we are?

With the sequence, we can create an algorithm

that will reveal to us the hidden order of...

the weather,

- the stock market, human behavior. - I know. You can tell the future.

I know.

When you know which strings influence which outcomes,

you can grab those strings and manipulate those outcomes.

With the sequence, we can control the future.

If you're not comfortable with this,

then by all means,

you can leave.

Just remember that I know everything about you.

I'm the only person standing between you and your kidnapping charges.

And if you're in jail,

what will happen to William?

LINUS: Really, your test results were remarkable.

I'm just glad I qualified.

_

Here you go.

One of the nurses will get you settled.

Make yourself at home.

(sighs)

(exhales)

LINUS: Uh, wh...

what are you doing in here? Who-who are these guys?

Ms. Farington is worried about security.

Look, these people need to believe this is an actual legitimate sleep study.

I can't have these goons wandering the hallways.

I grabbed the doctor's journal before it fell into the wrong hands.

- You should be thanking me. - Good for you.

Just try not to scare anyone, okay?

And take that to my office.

Sure.

Hey.

Where've you been?

Out for a walk.

Yeah?

- For an hour? - I like long walks.

Hi, it's Dr. Linus.

(beeping)

"The tremors are worse today.

I brought my concerns to Dr. Linus..."

(indistinct chatter outside)

Oh, my God.

(door opens)

Oh, there you are.

There's a problem with the machine in seven's room.

I'll be right there.

Dr. Linus wants it handled immediately.

- What are you doing in here anyway? - Just, uh... just...

looking for a pen.

(door opens)

Take these.

What is it?

- They help you sleep. - Oh.

(swallows)

Hmm.

Everyone's nervous at first.

(chuckles)

Please sit.

(sighs)

And this will track your brain waves while you sleep.

Please.

You'll be asleep in no time.

Please, (object thuds)

I believe there's been some sort of mistake.

(door slams shut and is locked)

"In that day, the Lord will take his terrible,

"swift sword and punish Leviathan,

"the swiftly moving serpent, the coiling, writhing serpent.

He will kill the dragon of the sea."

I'm afraid I don't understand the meaning of this.

Thank you. Thank you.

Mm.

Do you see that?

Perfectly normal side effect.

Please.

Right.

Thanks.

Think sleepy thoughts.

(beeping)

(pills clatter)

I recalibrated the machine in Ms. Plimpton's room.

Great. Then we'll start with her.

We have a new subject?

We do. A walk-in.

Didn't even have to recruit him.

Amazing.

Is the new patient... Is it a boy?

About 11 years old?

No. Why?

Oh. Nothing.

Fine. Let's begin.

(rapid, high-pitched beeping)

Amelia,

do you ever have trouble sleeping?

Well, I have these dreams,

and I wake up and I can't go back to sleep.

But I'm fine.

Jake seems to sleep all right.

He's always out when I check on him.

Yeah.

If something's ever wrong with him that I don't understand...

...you have to tell me, okay?

Okay.

Jake has all this information,

like, coming at him all the time.

H-He sometimes doesn't know how to turn it off.

But he hears you coming down the hall,

so he just pretends like he's asleep.

He doesn't want to make you worry.

All I ever do is worry.

(phone rings)

Trevor, what's happening?

I have to move fast. It won't be long before they realize I'm gone.

Okay, look for medical files.

Anything that's gonna help us figure out how they're hurting the patients.

What are you doing out here?

Oh, I'm looking for the bathroom.

You should be out cold.

Trevor? Trevor... (beep)

(quietly) Damn it.

I need to get you guys out of here.

No, you have to go in there.

If you don't, there's a 94% chance someone will die.

(sighs)

Okay, I'm gonna leave the car locked.

Don't let anybody in. If you have to, call the police.

(car alarm chirps)

I'm gonna step outside. I'll call you back.

♪

- I should call Dr. Linus. - That won't be necessary.

Hey. There you are.

Sorry, seems his dosage was wrong.

My screwup. I'll take care of it.

- What's going on? - Shh, shh.

You're Calvin Norburg.

Yeah, I know.

What are you doing?

I'm creating a feedback loop, so they'll get a continuous stream of data.

If the system doesn't receive an input for more

than three minutes, an alarm sounds.

Probably should have factored that into your plan.

There's no plan. I'm a patient here.

- I have insomnia. - Now, look, I'm trying to help you, okay?

I know you're working with Martin.

Jake is the only one who could've sailed through the test like that.

- Where are they? - Look,

I don't know what your agenda is here...

If you go wandering around this facility without my help,

you will get caught, and they'll never find your body.

You have to trust me, okay? You have no choice.

(door opens)

What are you doing here?

I think he just saved my life.

The study is killing the patients. I have evidence.

Follow me.

I found Dr. McCormick's journal.

Aster Corps sent someone over to the morgue to get this earlier.

Same guy who broke into my house.

They must have known he was keeping records of his symptoms,

logging his complaints.

What exactly are they doing to the patients?

It's similar to my experiments,

but much more prolonged and intense.

The patients start out fine, but over time,

the process shreds the frontal lobe.

Trevor, let me see your phone.

After a while, the damage is permanent.

They can't recover.

What's your angle? Why are you telling us this?

Look

I know you think I'm a monster,

but I can't stand by and watch this happen.

These people stay here, they're gonna die.

We can't get them all out before Linus realizes what's going on.

We need to call the police and shut this place down.

The police will take too long. There's a patient-- Dr. Plimpton--

she's in real trouble. We have to get her out of here now.

Oh, she came back. Come on, let's go.

All right, this way.

Is she gonna be okay?

Once she gets some rest, her brain should be able to repair itself.

(computer trilling) Okay, there.

They'll be getting data for the rest of the night.

Dr. Plimpton, can you hear me?

- What's going on? - It's okay. It's okay.

We're gonna get you out of here.

CALVIN: I have to get back to the lab. They can't know that I helped you.

If there's a problem on the way to the hospital, give her this.

- It should stabilize her. - How long do we have

before they start to realize they're watching the same data over and over?

Not long. As soon as they know that she's gone,

they're gonna order a complete lockdown.

You have to get out of here now.

Good luck.

Slowly, slowly. Trevor, come here.

Help me get this off of her.

Dr. Plimpton, here.

(panting)

(keyboard keys clicking)

Great. Let's see what's happening with the new subject.

Sure.

Dr. Linus, I know I've had reservations about your methods,

but you've done some amazing things here.

Well, thank you. I appreciate that.

You are a pioneer.

I can't tell you how much it means...

Wait. Wait. I think there's some kind of glitch.

We're not getting new data.

It's the same information, over and over, like...

like it's on a loop.

_

- He's clear. We can go. - Martin, they know.

- What? - Calvin just texted me. They know.

They're gonna lock this place down.

We need to get a passkey.

Dr. Plimpton, do you have your key on you?

Dr. Plimpton, please.

53.

What?

53. Jake showed me that number earlier.

It's too loud.

53.

53.

Zero...

five...

three.

Nothing.

Come on, think. Think.

The first three digits of the Amelia sequence.

Three...

one...

eight.

I got a passkey.

No. Damn it!

Give her the shot now.

Now!

Hold her still.

(alarm sounding)

Come on.

She's stabilizing.

(alarm continues)

(door slams)

Slide on over, sweetheart.

- Is she gonna be okay? - She's gonna be fine.

Martin, you get her to the hospital.

I'll call Detective Lange and send him the evidence.

Okay. Thanks.

(panting, car door closes)

(engine starts)

Wipe all the drives.

We can't leave any records. Let's go, people.

The police will be here any minute.

(alarm sounding)

Time to go. Quickly now!

What about the patients?

We'll be long gone before they're questioned.

Out now.

(door opens)

What is the meaning of this?

I must apologize for the crudeness of our methods.

But I can assure you, it was necessary for your safety...

as well as ours.

I was given a mission by one of the 36.

Please...

I must go.

I'm afraid that's not possible.

He will be here by tomorrow morning.

Everything will be explained then.

Wait. Who will be?

Who is holding me here?

(lock clicks)

Look, Aster Corps is a Fortune 50 company.

Why go to these lengths for some number?

I can't explain it.

This isn't the first time they've killed people, and it won't be the last.

Aster Corps takes what they want, no thought to who they hurt.

And they always get away with it.

Yeah, well, not anymore.

(garbled radio transmission, distant sirens)

(phone rings)

Hello?

We just dropped Dr. Plimpton off at West Los Angeles Regional Hospital.

She'll be safe.

We're on our way back home. I'll call you as soon as we get there.

Trevor,

thanks for everything.

I'm just glad everyone's all right.

I'll talk to you later.

Bye.

JAKE: There's nothing more terrifying than the future.

And nothing more inevitable.

It's happening.

What, sweetheart?

What's happening? (engine revving)

JAKE: There are some futures so devastating,

you can't imagine surviving them.

(tires squeak)

(Jake grunts, yells)

No! No! No!

So you fight and you run.

But no matter how far you run,

or how hard you fight,

the future catches up.

(yelling)

(tires squealing)

Fate catches up.

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