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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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