All language subtitles for now_and_again_s01e22

An ordinary man, insurance executive, 45
years old, stumbles to his death on a

subway platform in New York City.

Or does he?

Unbeknownst to his wife or child, his
brain is rescued from the accident scene

by a secret branch of the United States
government and put into the body of an

artificially produced 25 -year -old man
who has the strength of Superman, the

speed of Michael Jordan, and the great
Alfred Astaire.

The only catch.

On the penalty of death, he can never
let anyone from the past know he is

alive. And that, my friend, is a
problem.

For this man is desperately in love with
his wife, his daughter, and his former

life.

Before, on now and again.

This was received by the mayor's office
three and a half hours ago. Blind email

that was written in Chinese. What I'm
about to read to you is a translation

provided by the FBI.

Mr. Mayor, perhaps you have read about
me. I have unleashed nerve gas attacks

Japan and France. Now it is time for
your content. Now it is time for your

Now, unfortunately, the only tracking
device we happen to have on hand is in

your nose.

I've got to get that little bugger out
of your head.

Aren't you afraid?

Of what?

No tracking device.

What brings you here?

Oh, me? Nothing much.

Looking for a tracking device, actually.

Tough to come by. Take me ten days to
replace.

You know there's a conversation that we
need to have. I think I'm going to move

into a hotel.

Watch.

We've got another. There's no one else
in the whole world I would rather have

sleeping on my couch. Yeah, I know.

I'll just check my rental listings and
we'll see what we have.

Uh, look, Lisa, it's not much to do.
What are you talking about? That's

ridiculous. It'll take me a few seconds
and you'll have ten numbers. You can

call them and still get your train to
the city. Great.

Oh, look at you.

Nice and early.

Catching a worm?

Hello.

Lisa, this man called for you last night
after you left twice.

Ed Bernstadt.

Never heard of him.

Janet,

this is my friend Roger.

Oh, so this is the famous Roger you're
always talking about.

Roger, this is Janet, my boss.

Now, be patient.

She suffers from acute shyness.

Well, it's nice to meet you, Janet.

So, you and your wife looking for a
place to rent?

Something like that, yeah.

No. I mean, it's really just for me.

Well, I don't mean to pry.

But it is nice to finally meet you. It's
nice finally to be met, Janet.

Roger.

Wow. That's a friendly woman.

Yeah, that Janet.

She's a regular welcome wagon.

Lisa Wiseman.

Mrs. Wiseman, my name is Ed Bernstadt.
I'm an attorney.

I called your office last night.

Oh.

That's you.

Um... Yeah, I'm sorry. I just got into
work.

I'm filing a class action lawsuit, and
from the research I've done, you qualify

as one of the plaintiffs as part of the
class. And if we prevail, you stand to

collect a substantial amount of money in
damages.

Damages?

Uh, what for?

Well, it's a class action suit against
Espatec Industries.

They manufacture respirators...

among other things, and a flaw has come
to light in one of their portable

models, the kind often used in
ambulances.

Now, so far, I've identified 27 patients
who have either died or suffered

irreparable brain damage as a result of
insufficient oxygen intake due to this

problem.

Okay.

So... Well, I don't want to be
insensitive, but I think your husband's

treatment...

just before he passed away, might very
well qualify him, which is to say you,

participate in our suit. My husband?

Yes, ma 'am.

It's burnt that my husband was killed by
a subway train.

He died upon impact.

So he never used any respirator because
he never made it to an ambulance.

Well, uh, forgive me, but, uh, that's
not what these papers indicate.

Well, I don't know anything about your
papers, but... My husband died

okay? Well, that's just not true, Mrs.
Wiseman.

Look, I don't mean to upset you, and I
don't want to be morbid, but death is

indicated by an absence of brainwave
activity.

And at the very least, I can assure you,
your husband was experiencing brainwave

activity when he arrived at the
hospital.

Mrs. Wiseman.

One last time.

My husband never made it to the
hospital.

My husband never made it to an
ambulance.

So there is really nothing for us to
talk about, okay?

And I really want to get back to work
now.

We never see what's good until it's left
behind

Well, here you go, Charlie.

Lights is already out, so try not to
make any noise.

You got it, boss.

So what you got you cooking up in the
morning, Charlie?

I'm pulling a double shift.

I'm looking forward to breakfast.

I think I read blueberry pancakes on the
blackboard.

Blueberry, huh?

I like that.

Sleep tight.

I don't get it.

What do you want them for?

They're just eggs.

Regular, plain old eggs.

Shh.

Of

course

I understand it's a one -of -a -kind
item.

I designed it.

I don't think you understand the degree
of urgency attached to this particular

requisition.

Look,

my experiments are being conducted under
the strictest of secrecy.

Without that tracking device, I am
virtually immobilized. Now, isn't there

anything you can do to expedite it?

That's the military -industrial complex
for you, Doc.

Oh, hey, well, you got him on the line?

See if you can order one of those $2
,000 coffee makers they got.

No, I have nothing further to add.

Oh, it was a pleasure doing business
with you two.

What are you glaring at?

You've never seen an artificial man with
a shirt off before?

I know that tracking device is in that
lab somewhere.

And with just a little bit of effort,
you could have recovered it.

That's why I make a point never to take
it out of my nose.

They're saying it's going to be at least
another week.

Another week?

Another week cooped up in this place
under constant surveillance?

Trying to sleep while someone's in the
other room?

Some guy outside my door?

This is not a situation of my making,
Mr. Wiseman. I don't like it any better

than you do.

Perhaps we should change the subject.

Go on with our work.

Give me a hundred miles on the
treadmill.

No. Not the treadmill, not again.

Listen, Doc, I've been inside for a
week.

What do you say I do my run outside
today?

I don't see how that's possible, Mr.
Wiseman.

What are you talking about? It's
completely possible.

We can drive up to the country where
there's no one around.

You can get the guys to trail me in the
van.

Give them bazookas if you want to.

Just let me go outside in the sunshine,
in the air.

Again, I don't see how that's possible.

Perhaps in a week when the new pinger
arrives.

I might not be able to make it another
week.

Come on, think about it. It's not like
I'm going to take off just because you

can't track me.

Doc, this is me here.

I'm not new anymore. I know the drill.

Shall we get started?

I can't believe this.

Still don't trust me after all this
time.

I'll meet you in the gym.

You get hit by a train, that's it,
right?

Pardon me?

Well, you're on insurance, you know
these things. You get hit by a subway

A human gets hit by a subway train in
motion, that's it, right?

My God, Lisa.

Okay, all right, talk me through this.

Yesterday, when I was at work, a man
called. He said he was a lawyer and that

had information about Michael being
alive when he got to the hospital after

was hit by the train, or at least his
brain was alive.

I mean, what is that? That is crazy,
right? I mean, how sick is that? It's a

crank call.

from some college kid home on spring
break.

Uh, this looks like the house.

It's a little girly, don't you think?

Yeah, well, I could use a little
trimming down.

Kitchen's kind of small. Ruth would
never go for that.

I can't believe I just said that.

Pretty weird, huh?

Yeah. I don't know.

I don't know.

The other day I was setting the table
for dinner and I put out three plates.

After all this time, three plates.

Listen, can...

An old friend whose life is quickly
going to crapper makes a bold as to

you a piece of advice.

Throw out all the plates but two. See,
now, you know, I thought of that, but...

Seriously.

This nut calls you at work, huh?

Yeah.

Then why don't you do what a lot of us
powerful and important executives do?

And, uh, what's that?

Never answer your own phone.

Get somebody else to do it. And if they
say that it's Mr. Morbid on the line,

then all you do is say, tell him I will
call him back.

Me, I get calls from people all day long
that I don't want to talk to, for whom

I have no good news. Hell, I have people
I've been promising to call back since

1987.

Trust me.

Eventually, they take the hint.

Lisa, it's for you.

Oh, thank... Did they say who it was?

I think it's that Bernstadt man again.

Could you tell him I'll have to call him
back?

I sure will.

She'll have to call you back.

Okay, thanks.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Wiseman.

Yes. My name is Ed Bernstadt. We spoke
the other day.

That's right. Look, you're on private
property, which means I'm going into my

house and I'm calling the police.

You don't have to do that. I'm asking
you to leave.

And I'm just asking you to listen.

Has it occurred to you that maybe the
reason you were told your husband didn't

survive that accident is because someone
is trying to cover up something that

went wrong immediately after the
accident?

Look, I'm going to say this for the last
time.

I'm not interested in what ifs or
theories. I am certainly not interested

revisiting that.

And I am completely not interested in
suing anybody.

So if you don't mind.

Oh, hell, if you're not interested.

No.

Of course, most of the people I
represent in this case lost everything.

don't have the luxury of not being
interested.

I'd appreciate you thinking about that
as you step inside your beautiful home.

All right.

You have five minutes.

As you can see, the ambulance records
confirm that he was on life support when

he arrived at the hospital at 8 .07.

Where did you get this? My mom showed me
this.

We have to request them. I mean, most
people never do because they assume what

they're told is the truth.

I just don't understand.

This isn't what they told me.

And this isn't what the death
certificate says.

Why would they lie to me?

To put it bluntly, to cover their
behind.

It's better to say he died in an
accident scene than to admit he died

their care.

So if he did die in the hospital, why
would they tell me that there were no

remains to speak of?

Well, again, I'm just hazarding a guess,
but maybe so no one could perform an

autopsy.

So what are you saying?

You're saying that I was knowingly
denied my husband's remains?

That someone, a human being, did that?

I'm just following a paper trail, Mrs.
Wiseman.

Who would do that?

Well... Well... Um...

Here we go.

He was released to a doctor, Theodore
Morris.

I think I know this man.

Yes, information.

I would like the number for Manhattan
General Hospital.

Main switchboard is fine.

That's right.

He was one of the physicians who
attended to my husband just before he

away.

Well, you have to have some kind of a
number on him if he's affiliated with

hospital.

Yes, it is an emergency.

Please leave your name and number at the
sound of the beep.

Hi.

My name is Lisa Wiseman, and I'm not
completely sure, but I think that we may

have met in any event.

I got your number from Manhattan General
Hospital.

Apparently, you attended to my husband,
Michael Wiseman, last year when

he was hit by a subway train.

And a number of questions have come up
relating to his death.

I would appreciate it if you could call
me at 914

-555 -0166.

understand you're an old man you're sick
they don't make you work why

would you want to break out i need to
kill a man kill a man you

what man a man a superman he fly across
the street

on wire you're crazy

I hear you're looking to get set up.

Pleasure doing business with you.

Mrs. Weissman?

Lisa Weissman?

Yes. I'm Dr. Theodore Morris. I received
your message.

I am sorry.

Whoever this attorney is, he's simply
mistaken.

I vividly remember that night.

It would be inaccurate to say that I was
asked to see your husband.

There simply wasn't anything to say.

The encounter that he had with that
train was devastating.

You have my word, he died instantly.

And whatever inconsistencies there are
in the paperwork will welcome to life in

a big city hospital.

I'm sorry.

Morning rule.

Morning swill.

Morning paper.

Must be... Morning.

See that?

Great minds.

Ah, looky here.

Says the sun rose this morning at 6 .01
a .m.

We'll set at 6 .49.

Done. Hope to see that someday.

Please, Mr. Wiseman. I've been assured
that the tracking device will arrive

today.

Good morning.

Why is that man smiling? I don't see a
package in his hand.

Well, it is a beautiful day out.

The sun is shining, the birds are
singing, and the flowers... There are no

flowers.

It won't happen again.

What brings you here so bright and
early?

I just wanted to brief you on my errand
you asked me to run last night.

Oh, yes.

You still have men posted outside?

Special Agent Number One and I need to
take a brief walk and discuss something

that falls outside the purview of this
project.

What?

You guys gonna go do guy talk?

No, no, I'm serious. I know I'm a little
out of practice, but it's like riding a

bike. It'll come right back to me.

I assure you, Mr. Wiseman, the nature of
our conversation will be strictly

professional, but we do need to have it
in confidence.

We'll be back in approximately five
minutes.

Salzburg and Rogelio.

Yes, Mr.

Bernstadt. Let me see if she's in.

Yeah, in, please.

She'll be right with you.

Mrs. Wiseman, Ed Bernstadt here.

Good morning, Mr. Bernstadt.

Good morning. I'm sorry to bother you at
work again, but I've been doing some

checking up on that Dr. Morris, and I
wonder if I could persuade you to give

a call.

Well, you don't have to.

Dr. Morris stopped by my house
yesterday.

Really?

I hear he certainly makes an impression.

Well, you could say that, yes.

Look, Mr. Bernstadt, I really do wish
you well with your work, but Dr.

Moore simply confirmed to me what I
already knew.

I could not possibly participate in your
lawsuit.

My husband was very much expired by the
time he reached the hospital.

Really?

Really.

And, you know, Dr.

Morris was really very nice. He was
actually comforting in his own way.

And I really wouldn't want to make any
trouble for him unnecessarily.

I mean, when he came to the door, at
first I thought he was a Hare Krishna or

something.

Really? Why would you think that? Well,
you know, the bald head and everything.

Are we talking about the same guy?

According to the nurse I spoke to, this
Dr. Morris was a tall African -American

gentleman with deep -voiced glasses and
a goatee.

Show yourself.

Where's... She's not here.

But maybe I can help you.

Fantastic.

Oh, we'll be waiting.

What?

Trucking device landed seven minutes ago
at an Air Force base in New Jersey.

Should be here somewhere between two,
two and a half hours.

Hallelujah.

Two and a half hours.

Well, depending on traffic, could be
sooner.

Could be later.

Could be.

Well, I don't know if I can make it.

Of course you can make it, Mr. Wiseman.
It's only two and a half hours.

Take a nap.

Take a nap?

Are you kidding?

All I've done these past ten days is
sleep.

I am slept out.

I lay down and I close my eyes, and all
I dream about is staying up.

Then read a book.

I'm all read out, too.

I've read everything in this townhouse,
including your newspaper and my

instruction manual, ten times.

I am going nuts.

Cuckoo. Out of my mind.

How about taking me for a walk?

What?

What is it you think I'll do? Don't you
understand?

If I really wanted to flee, I'd flee.

And nobody posted at that door where the
gun would stop me. I'd knock the two of

you over, throw open the front door. I
mean, come on, Doc, don't you get it?

yours. Now treat me like you believe it
and let me go outside for ten minutes.

Ask the car to pull around front and
have the two armed agents meet me

downstairs.

Mr. Wiseman, I need to make a run to the
bookstore.

You stay here and wait for the package.

I need you at the front door of the
store.

You in the back.

You are not to interfere with the
customers coming and going.

You're only there should Mr. Wiseman
suffer a sudden, uncontrollable lapse in

judgment.

Which I'm sure he won't.

Now, this one rents for $27 .50.

I cannot imagine what is wrong with this
thing. I can't get it open.

Why don't you let me try? Oh, okay.

Thank you.

Oh. There you go.

Okay, so this is the master bedroom.

It's completely furnished, has brand new
carpets, its own thermostat, and the

closets are absolutely enormous.

Roger? Yeah?

You're standing in the doorway.

Uh, well, yes.

Don't you want to come in and see?

Oh, no, no, no. I'm fine. I can see from
here.

No, you can't. Now, come on in.

Roger.

How long have you been separated?

17 and a half days.

Roughly.

So you're new at this.

This.

Yes, brand new. You would be my second
one, actually.

Really?

This would be my second one. A furnished
house that

I've looked at. Yeah.

Well, I'm divorced, and I've done this a
lot.

Yes, but you seem very...

May I offer you some pointers?

Sure, pointers.

Absolutely. I'm ready.

Come into the room.

How does it feel? Feels nice.

Roomie.

Good.

What are you doing?

Oh, I'm just... I'm just testing the
bed.

Oh. Oh, okay.

Yeah. Well, how's it testing?

Well, it really doesn't matter what I
think, does it? Oh, no, no, no, no.

wrong. I value your opinion.

Roger.

Boy, you sure know how to pick them.

You need to get on the bed, Roger.

You think so?

Uh, I didn't do this with Lisa.

Roger.

So this is the kind of thing you had to
get out for?

Hey, these books are bestsellers for a
reason, Doc.

I'm sure you're right.

That's why they make menus.

Couldn't I interest you in a classic?

What do you mean?

Mickey Spillane, Jackie Suzanne, that
kind of thing?

I'll be in nonfiction.

You have ten minutes. I'll meet you at
the register.

You got it.

And thanks.

My pleasure, Mr. Wiseman.

What's going on?

Hi.

Hi.

Something the matter?

Yeah, I'm afraid so.

You're shaking.

I followed you here.

Well, not actually you. You and Dr.
Morris, because I really need to speak

him. He's here, right?

I don't know. Maybe. Is it something I
might know anything about? Is it

something I can help you with?

You know, I don't think so. It concerns
my husband.

Try me.

You know,

I don't think I want to try you.

I really need to talk to Dr. Morse.

No, no, no.

What are you doing?

Let go of my hand. I'll let go in a
minute. Just listen to me.

You don't want to do what you're talking
about doing.

Dr. Morris is not the man for you to
talk to about your husband.

Let go of my wrist.

Lisa, I am trying to help you. I'm
trying to save you.

Just tell me you understand. Tell me you
heard me. Tell me you will not speak to

Dr. Morris about your husband. I am
going to talk to whoever the hell I want

talk to, and you're going to let go of
my wrist, or I'm going to scream.

Lisa, promise me. One.

Lisa. Two.

Don't make me do this. Three.

What am I doing?

What?

Who are you?

I'm just a guy who's trying to keep you
alive.

You stumbled onto something very
dangerous, and if he knows you know,

you.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

What do I do? Do I go to the police?
What do I do?

You don't do anything. You don't go
anywhere.

As long as he thinks you don't know,
you're fine.

Well, he must know something because he
sent somebody to my house.

He did.

Okay, then you've got to leave.

You've got to get out of here now before
he sees you.

Then what?

And then I don't know, but I'll take
care of it.

Now, before he sees you.

Dwight, I need to ask you something, so
I'm just going to be direct.

Just now, in the bookstore, I saw you
and Mrs. Wiseman engaged in

Ultimately, what matters is not that you
spoke, but what you spoke about.

Again, I'm just going to be direct.

Did she indicate that she knows who you
are?

Or rather, who you were?

No.

She has no idea, I swear.

Is she aware that you are special?

That you possess great strength, great
speed?

No, Doc.

Look, I promise, she doesn't know a
thing. She thinks I'm a tax collector.

It's just a kiss, Doc.

A truly foolish kiss.

Yes.

Excellent.

We're five minutes away.

Good news.

Tracking device just arrived.

And as soon as we arrive at the
townhouse, we'll prepare you for

you under.

Get this done.

Right.

Surgery.

Put me under.

To insert the tracking device?

Of course.

To insert the tracking device.

Run that through the sterilizer and
prepare the truck for surgery.

Everything go all right at the
bookstore?

Fine.

Great.

And now what happens?

Well, whenever you're ready, we'll go
over to the truck.

I'll give you an injection, and you'll
black out.

And then?

And then... We'll get this little chore
over with, and everything will be the

way it's supposed to be.

Because I'll have the tracking device in
my head.

And my wife?

What about your wife, Mr. Wiseman?

I don't know. I just... You've assured
me that she remains in the dark. If

that's truly the case, you have nothing
to fear.

Right.

Mom. Hmm?

How is it?

Somewhere between live and sushi.

What?

Oh.

I am so sorry.

My mind must have been someplace else. I
didn't finish microwaving the fish.

I'll need the food. You get the door.

Lisa, go grab Heather. They're right
behind me. No! Men with guns, move,

Find a trail.

Find them.

Next on Sci -Fi Crusade.

Something is coming.

The only way to overcome your fear is to
face it.