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Previously on Touch...

I 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.

(gunshots)

(glass breaks)

What?

That's impossible.

Avram, what are you doing here?

AVRAM: I came here to help you keep him safe.

We managed to get Amelia back with her mother.

Amelia?

- Oh, thank God. - MARTIN: I asked Lucy

to take her daughter and disappear for a while,

hide, spend some time with her.

- They'll be back soon enough. - LUCY: Run.

Run as fast as you can, okay?

Run!

Where's the girl?

(gunshot)

Is that a cipher? What's a cipher?

An algorithmic tool for performing

encryption-- they're used for sending

and interpreting messages.

Trevor?

- What is it? - Lucy.

Lucy?

Oh, no.

(sniffs)

How did she die?

TREVOR: All that came through the wire was

that the body of Lucy Robbins was found

in the front seat of her Wagoneer

at the bottom of a ravine 15 miles west of Newberry Springs

in the Mojave Desert.

I left her.

Oh, Martin, don't do this.

No, no, I left her.

All of that work to bring the two of them back together again, and I left her.

What the hell was I thinking?

There was no mention of Amelia Robbins.

There wouldn't be.

As far as anybody else is concerned,

Amelia is dead-- she died three years ago.

She doesn't exist.

Wait a second.

Y-You said they found one body.

That means Amelia's still out there.

When I was in the desert,

when they killed my mother,

everything just went white and silent.

Until I heard your voice.

Thank you for guiding me here.

You and your dad are all I have.

But I can't stay here.

Not yet.

As soon as your dad sees me,

he's gonna want to take me straight to the police.

He thinks I'm the proof he needs to end all of this.

And maybe I am.

But today is not the day for that.

Today there's something more important he has to do.

The man that tried to kill you?

He's still alive.

Your father shot him, but it didn't work.

It didn't stop him.

He's coming for us, Jake.

He's coming for you.

We have to stop him first.

Jake, you're sweating.

A fever.

He must be getting close.

Ten, 26, 2,000.

Is that the number again?

Okay.

Show this to your dad when you see him.

And follow the numbers and you'll find me.

(printing)

(knock on door)

(groans)

You're still up.

- You found him? - Yeah, and the dad.

Here's the address.

That's what you wanted, isn't it?

Yes.

Just my plans are changing.

So, can I get my money now?

Hey, just curious.

What did the father do to you?

The boy is the powerful one.

I'm going to kill him.

Why are you telling me this?

Because you will never tell a living soul.

(Guillermo grunts)

A sleep clinic.

I can't believe it's come to this.

It seemed like the perfect opportunity,

since I'll be working in Southern California anyway.

Medication really hasn't worked at all?

Nor the books,

nor the meditation, nor the soundscape.

That's the price you pay for having an extraordinary mind.

I'm at wit's end, Simon-- the problem's

reached a whole other level.

I'm sorry. I know you're suffering.

The clinic gets amazing results.

We're gonna miss you terribly, you know?

(sighs) Me, too.

I'll be back before you blink.

(knock on door)

Come in, Chad.

Make sure you're careful with that.

It's a 50,000-year-old artifact in there.

(sighs)

I think it's that time.

I love you so much.

Hey.

Bye, Lulu.

Bye.

(door opens)

Hey, buddy.

You're awake.

Oh, my God, Jake, you're burning up.

Trevor?

Can you get me a cold cloth from the kitchen, please?

Okay.

You know, don't you?

Lucy's gone.

She was killed after we left her and Amelia.

TREVOR: Here.

- Thanks. - What's wrong?

He's burning up.

Here.

Jake.

The cipher.

Jake left me a new number.

One, zero, two, six, two, zero, zero, zero.

10-26-2000-- that's Jake's birthday.

- Can you get into BreakWire? - Of course.

I'm gonna need to use your system to run down the number.

- I'll meet you there. - Okay.

Find him.

Jake?

Did you just try to say something?

What is it?

F-F...

F-Find... him.

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Avram.

Martin, it-it's so terrible.

I can't believe she's dead.

- When I went to tell Jake, he spoke. - Spoke?

It's the first time I've ever heard his voice.

What did he say?

"Find him."

Find him? Find who?

I'm guessing he's talking about Guillermo Ortiz.

He found another number on the cipher.

Come, I'll show you.

Jake, Avram's here.

Most extraordinary.

The number is changing.

See these two numbers here with the dash?

- It's like they're connected. - Perhaps it refers

to two of the 36 where Guillermo's path intersects with another.

That's why I need to get to BreakWire.

I need to get these numbers into their system, see where they lead us.

You're sure you don't mind taking care of Jake a little longer?

Yes, of course-- you go, Martin Bohm.

- We'll be fine. - Thank you, Avram.

Buddy, I'll be back in a little while.

Less than 12 hours ago,

I was informed of some troubling developments

within an Aster Corps subsidiary.

I have ordered an internal

investigation to culminate in full accountability.

And believe me when I say,

we will deal with those found responsible.

(phone rings)

I'd like to assure our shareholders

that no bad practices performed via...

(phone beeps)

Hello.

MAN (over phone): Good morning, Mr. Norburg.

This is the executive assistant to Nicole Farington at Aster Corps.

I don't know if you've been watching the news...

Yeah, yeah. I was actually just watching her press conference now.

Ms. Farington would like to meet with you.

This morning if possible.

We'll come to you.

- How did you get my number? - We'll see you in an hour.

...misallocated funds,

unethical testing,

unauthorized and off-the-books facilities,

as well as dangerous and unsound invest...

Trevor.

I think this one's gonna lead us to Guillermo Ortiz.

Why do you think that?

Because after you left,

Jake spoke for the very first time.

Martin, that's amazing.

Immediately his fever disappeared, he started working on the cipher.

That's when he gave me the number.

This is the first number he's ever given me that's had a dash in it.

Why do you think it will lead us to Guillermo?

Because he said, "Find him."

Look, Guillermo wanted to kill Jake because he was one of the 36.

So he'd want to kill Amelia, too, right?

Martin, you shot him off the roof of this building

at point-blank range. I doubt he's even alive.

I know he is. I can feel it.

(computer beeps)

Oh, we have a hit.

L.A. County Morgue.

All right, your car or mine?

I'll take care of this, you got a job to do.

Yeah. Slow news day.

No such thing.

You look like you could use a friend today, Martin.

Don't fight me on this, okay?

Yeah.

(knock at door)

Mr. Ortiz, the rent's due.

Yes?

Rent's due at noon if you are planning on staying another night.

I'll be leaving.

I found the one I was looking for.

What's that smell?

What have you been doing in there?

Is there anything else?

Stop by the office if you want your security deposit back.

(lock clicks)

That's green. A green leaf.

That's orange. An orange goldfish.

That's purple... (phone rings)

Hello.

NELL: Hello, darling. It's me.

Nell.

Are you in Los Angeles?

Not yet. I was bumped.

Uh, now the artifact is gonna be arriving before I do.

Oh, no, I'm so sorry.

Um, can you call the university for me

and arrange for someone to retrieve it from the airport?

My damn phone has stopped working.

Yeah. Of course. No problem.

Okay. Thank you.

What are you doing?

I am reading Colors to Lulu.

Mm.

- Where are you? - Chicago.

And what do you see?

I see an airport...

uh, businesspeople...

families...

Yeah, but what do you see?

I see smoke rising from tipis.

Warriors on horseback.

Young boys filling water vessels

at a brook 30 meters east.

And beyond that,

women grinding corn at the stone.

A Potawatomi Indian village.

It never ceases to amaze me.

You have an incredible gift, Nell.

Hmm. Or a curse.

I wonder sometimes if the insomnia

doesn't just come with the package.

Nothing that the Sleep Assessment Center can't cure.

WOMAN (over P.A.): Boarding all seats-- flight 1026 to Los Angeles.

They're calling my flight.

Kiss Lulu for me.

- I will. I love you. - I love you.

All right.

AVRAM: Hmm.

The cipher seems to have its own internal mechanics...

which arrive at a number once the information is dialed in.

However...

how do you know what information to dial in?

And why would you change the numbers that you were given?

Ha-ha.

Unless...

unless the numbers find you.

They speak to you,

and you have no choice but to follow.

Baruch HaShem.

Another map, Jake.

(chuckles)

You will know this city quite well after today, yes?

What is it that you're looking for, my boy?

2013... 1026.

Bus to the airport... What... does that mean?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

W-We will leave the detective work to your father, my boy.

You see, I...

No, I-I have been entrusted...

Jake, please. My-My boy, I...

Wait.

- Journalists, huh? - Yeah.

We're doing a story on morgue protocols from intake to autopsy.

Too bad. I was hoping you'd be kin.

This one's got "unclaimed" written all over it.

What makes you say that?

Well, you know, you get a feel for these things.

I mean, you know, the body's been here for eight hours,

we still don't have a positive I.D.

Why'd you pick this guy, anyway?

Friend of mine at LAPD thought it'd be an interesting case.

Huh, well, every body tells a story, right?

2013-1026.

Here's your guy.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Do you know who he is?

No. But did you see the way his throat was slit?

AVRAM: Jake! Please wait.

Jake...

Amelia.

You're alive.

NICOLE: We could have met at my office, but

I felt that it was better for us to speak privately.

The announcement I made yesterday

was just the tip of the iceberg.

There are rumors of serious wrongdoings within the company.

(chuckles) Really?

At Aster Corps?

Of all places.

If we don't fix this,

the press or police will.

That missing girl out there could point the finger at any one of us.

It is imperative

that blame for these terrible deeds

falls on the person who is responsible.

That person, as I see it,

is Tony Rigby. Your former partner?

He's gone off the grid.

I'm looking for him.

Now, have you had any contact with him?

He works for you.

You find him.

We have the same agenda, Mr. Norburg.

If you find him,

I am asking you to bring him to me and I will take care of the rest.

You know, I bet on the wrong horse.

I put my money on Rigby.

I should've put it on you.

I would like you to consider coming back to work for us.

(chuckles)

Hey, you got to be joking.

The work we're doing at the sleep clinic is...

extraordinary.

A sleep clinic?

Rigby didn't tell you?

You had one.

We have six.

And a seventh is arriving today.

You will be amazed at what you see.

You sure you're up to this, Martin?

I don't have a choice.

Lucy wasn't supposed to die.

Her death threw everything out of balance.

Jake is using us to try and put it right.

We don't have a choice.

(phone rings)

Avram?

AVRAM: Martin, listen, I'm-I'm on a, on a bus.

You're where?

On a bus t-to the airport.

Where is Jake?

He's fine, he's fine. He's with me. He just...

flew out the door.

But-but, Martin...

he led me to her.

To Amelia.

She's alive?

Yes. And well.

They found each other, Martin.

She says that today you must find Guillermo,

because if you do not,

innocent people will die.

Meantime, they will be safe with me.

Okay, fine.

Avram, please,

don't let them out of your sight.

Of course. Of course.

Thank you. Jake led Avram to Amelia.

- She's alive. - Oh, thank God.

Not a lot of info.

Uh, the body was found in a Dumpster

by a hotel, no I.D.

Do you have an address on the hotel?

Yeah. Uh, 1675th Street.

Thank you very much. Come on.

My mom gave that to me.

I didn't know when, but I knew she was coming for me.

DRIVER (over speakers): Next stop-- International Terminal.

That's our stop.

What now, my boy?

WOMAN (over P.A.): Welcome to the Los Angeles Airport.

The white zone is for the immediate loading and unloading

of passengers only.

Flight 1026.

The last four numbers.

Wait! I'm coming!

Excuse me, we're looking for the manager of the hotel.

What can I do for you?

Looking for a man-- Guillermo Ortiz.

Early 30s, dark complexion,

dark hair, speaks with a European accent.

Checked in about a week ago.

Strange guy. Pretty beat up, too.

He was checking out today.

But I haven't seen him.

You mean he's still here?

As far as I know.

Sir, we're working undercover with U.S. Customs.

We're gonna need to see his room.

Do you have a warrant?

U.S. Customs doesn't require a warrant. Do we have a problem?

Sir, do we have a problem?

Uh, no. No. This way.

AVRAM: Why would the cipher lead us here?

At the time Jake worked the cipher,

there were 429 possible outcomes for this moment.

As the event gets closer, the possibilities narrow,

eventually collapsing into one.

That's it. The numbers.

This crate must be very important.

Why? Wha-What is it, my boy?

Oh.

I-I need to call ur father.

He should know about this.

Oh, of course. No service.

Don't move, please. I must get a better signal.

Don't move.

Dr. Nell Plimpton.

We must find her.

(knocking)

Manager!

This is blood. How long's this stain been here?

I don't know. It wasn't there when I rented the room.

Do you have any idea where this man might've gone?

MANAGER: He said something about finding someone he was looking for.

You need to call the police now. Now.

Martin, what do you make of this?

(phone rings)

Avram, where are you?

Baggage Claim C, international terminal.

I thought you should know. Jake has drawn something.

A line of patterns,

like ancient writing, or... - Hieroglyphics?

- You know about these? - I'm looking at them now.

I'm in the room Guillermo rented.

- Well, what do they mean? - I don't know yet.

Avram, I want you to wait for me. I'm on my way. Let's go.

Yeah, my phone's working. Oh! Pardon.

So they picked up the crate already?

Okay, I'll grab a cab. Bye.

Hi. St. Matthew's University, please, archaeology department.

Hey, what do you think...? (groans)

(tires screeching)

(dolly clanking)

Jake? Oh, dear.

Jake?! Amelia?! Children! Children!

We wanted to make the environment warm and comforting.

It's like a Four Seasons Hotel.

(chuckles)

From the waffle slippers to the turndown service.

When the subjects are relaxed,

the results are much more reliable.

Why am I telling you this? You're the expert.

I'm saving the best for last.

There's a phonetics lab, six supercomputers,

and from my understanding, the world's first...

Quantum computer.

It's brilliant.

They all have sleeping problems.

Well, if the problem gets bad enough,

their desperation makes a targeted marketing campaign quite effective.

They literally come to us.

- And you scan their brain waves while they're sleeping. - Mm-hmm.

I don't know why I didn't think of this.

The results we've been getting are amazing.

It's yielded an almost 90-digit sequence that is unheard of.

The God sequence.

If they think it or dream it,

then you'll know about it.

That is, if you decide to come on board with us.

Yeah. I'm in.

Welcome home, Calvin.

Oh, there's one other thing.

Forgive me. I'm still catching up.

There was a name that came up in our New York database,

a Martin Bohm, Baum.

Do you know where I might find him?

I'm sorry. I can't help you.

Well, that's that. Let's get to work.

_

(phone rings)

Yeah, I'm here.

Sure. I'm coming around to the freight elevator now.

Room 1026, right?

(phone rings)

Hey, Trevor, did you find something?

Those hieroglyphs--

a British archaeologist just published a paper on them.

They're from a cave wall 50,000 years old.

She believes she's discovered the earliest organized number system.

Where is she?

London. A Dr. Nell Plimpton.

Teaches at King's College.

Have you got a number?

Here you go.

(phone ringing)

(clears throat)

Hello.

Hi, my name is Martin Bishop.

I'm looking for Dr. Nell Plimpton. Is she there, please?

Nell? No. She's, uh, she's in Los Angeles.

This is her husband. Is there something I can help you with?

She's in Los Angeles.

Hello...

Yes, I'm-I'm sorry. I'm her driver. I was supposed

to pick her up at the airport. Somehow I missed her.

I'm afraid she got a cab.

- Do you know the name of hotel she's staying at? - Her driver?

Yes. Please, sir, I could, I could lose my job.

(sighs)

She's going to St. Matthew University.

- The archaeology department. - St. Matthew.

Thank you very much.

Martin!

Avram, change of plans. It looks like

the hieroglyphs were the key to everything.

I'm on my way to St. Matthew's University.

Martin, listen, they're gone.

- Jake and Amelia, I lost them. - What?!

I just turned around for one minute, and they took off.

I've searched every inch of this area. They, they must've followed the crate.

It had Jake's numbers on it.

Wait.

I think I know where they've gone.

- You do? - Yes, the university.

Look, catch a cab back to the house just in case they show up there.

I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

There it is.

(latches clicking)

Whoa.

They're numbers, aren't they?

Thank you.

He's here.

- Are you Dr. Plimpton? - Yes, correct.

- Welcome to our place. Good to see you. - Thank you, thank you.

- Yeah. - Hi, nice to meet you.

- And then we have the lab all set up for you. - Oh...

I haven't even checked in yet.

I just wanted to make sure that the artifact arrived safely.

- Good luck. - Okay.

- It's this way? - Yeah, right down here.

- 1026. Yeah. - Excellent. Thanks.

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Nell Plimpton?

Excuse me? Who are you?

What do you want from me? Help!

(gasping)

Shh.

(tires squealing)

Are you gonna kill me?

Yes.

But not until he arrives.

We'll wait.

Jake?

JAKE: She's not the one.

She's not the one.

(gasps)

Help! Help me! Help me!

Jake?

Amelia?

Jake? (panting)

Help me!

There's a man. He's got a knife.

- He's trying to kill me. - Where?

He's down the corridor towards the back.

I'm looking for two children; have you seen them?

- No. - Get out of the building. Get help now.

OPERATOR: 911. What's your emergency?

I'm in the archaeology building at St. Matthew's University.

A man has just tried to kill a woman.

He's armed and dangerous. Please send officers immediately.

(panting)

(alarm buzzes)

(grunting)

(grunting continues)

(sirens approaching)

It's over. The killing's over.

No, no.

No!

(sobbing)

Your son--

he was right.

Today I'm gonna rid the world of one more of the 36.

I was so close.

Forgive me, Father,

but I never found the nest of seven.

No!

(tires squealing)

(groans)

Jake,

it's all right. He can't hurt you anymore.

Jake, no, Jake, stop.

Jake.

Amelia.

Oh, I'm sorry...

I am so sorry about your mom.

(distant yelling)

Bishop,

you spell it like it sounds?

Yeah, B-I-S-H-O-P.

You know, I'm still not, uh,

I'm not really clear what brought you down here to begin with.

I-I told you, my son and his friend,

they were... they were exploring.

They got away from me and they ended up down here.

So you came down here looking for your son,

and that's when you ran into the woman and called 911.

Yes.

What can you tell me about the deceased?

(sighs)

Not much. I mean, he attacked me. He came out of nowhere.

(chuckles)

You know, this whole thing is starting to smell a little bit weird to me.

It's an awful lot of people wandering

around an archaeology building for a Sunday afternoon.

Detective, this has been very traumatic for me and for my son.

I would really like to get him home.

So if you don't have any more questions, please.

(indistinct radio transmissions)

You get some rest,

and I need to see you at the station tomorrow.

- 12:00 noon okay? - Yes.

12:00 noon.

Thank you.

NELL: He just had a knife to my throat,

and then there was a moment... - Excuse me.

I'm sorry to interrupt.

- Are you Dr. Plimpton? - Yes.

I'm glad you're okay.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Come on, kids, let's go.

- Jake... - It's all right.

My son doesn't talk.

But I think he wants to show you something.

Do you mind?

Sure.

JAKE: We are the authors of our own destinies,

the pioneers of our lives.

The numbers.

You deciphered the code.

JAKE: And yet,

our world is made of patterns.

My son has a gift with numbers.

JAKE: Eternal truths

that appear and repeat,

over and over, across the millennia.

For it's only by standing on the shoulders of the past

that we can truly gaze into the future.

MARTIN: Thanks again, Avram.

For what, losing your son?

If Jake and Amelia hadn't left the airport this afternoon,

an innocent woman would be dead

and Guillermo Ortiz would be hunting down his next victim.

No, today went exactly as it was supposed to.

As with all things Jake, sometimes the shortest distance

between two points can be a very circuitous route.

Look at those two.

Perhaps being so close to another

has inspired Jake to find his voice.

Avram, before Guillermo died,

he said something about "the nest of seven."

Do you have any idea what that could mean?

(scoffs)

Who can explain the ravings of a madman?

Yeah.

- Good night, Martin Bohm. - Good night, Avram.

(sighs)

Hey, guys.

Amelia, we're gonna have to find your father, okay?

You can look for him.

But I don't think you'll find him.

Well, why do you say that?

Sometimes I know things.

I don't know why.

Right.

Um...

I-I put some things out for you on your bed.

If there's anything else you need, all you have to do is knock on my door, okay?

We'll finish this game tomorrow.

Good night.

Good night.

Thank you, Jake,

for leading us to her.

She's been through a lot.

She's part of our family now, okay?

(chuckles)

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