All language subtitles for Nowhere Man s01e23 Zero Minus Ten

My name is Thomas Vale, or at least it
was.

I'm a photographer.

I had it all. A wife, Alice, friends, a
career.

And in one moment it was all taken away.

All because of a single photograph.

I have it.

They want it.

And they will do anything to get the
negative.

I'm keeping this diary as proof that
these events are real.

I know they are.

They... Have to be.

Are you with us?

Tom?

Tom? Are you with us?

Tom?

Tom?

Are you with us, Tom?

Can you hear me?

Take it easy, Tom.

Don't rush yourself.

Earth's not as this place.

It's going to take some time, Tom.

You're in the hospital.

You haven't used your vocal cords in
almost three months now.

The hospital?

Easy, Tom.

I'm Dr. North.

I'm head neurologist here at St.
Michael's Hospital.

That's where you are.

Could you try and move your feet for me,
Tom?

Good.

That's very good.

Now,

Try and follow this light.

What's going on? Please, Tom, I just
need to run a few more basic tests.

You were in a car accident, Tom.

Things were pretty close there for a
while.

You've been in a coma for three months.

A coma.

Three months.

You have no idea yet, but you're a very
lucky man to have come through it this

well, Tom.

Well, I don't want to move too fast, but
there's someone here who might do a

better job of bringing a smile to your
face.

You don't have to do this. I can walk by
myself.

Hospital regulation.

I've had a week of physical therapy. I'm
not disabled.

You'll have plenty of time to prove that
when you get home.

So is this the way it's going to be?
What did you expect?

I don't know.

You know, maybe...

That you'd be as happy to see me as I am
to see you. Well, the last two times I

saw you, Allison, you weren't exactly on
my side.

The doctor's in on this.

He's part of it.

On your side?

Fraternizing with Dr. Bellamy.

Cooking a Christmas turkey. Or maybe
that was part of the nightmare I had

I was supposedly in a coma. I keep
talking about this.

The doctor explained it, Tom.

The things that people see when they're
in your condition.

None of it is real.

There is no them. There is no enemy.

It's just you and me.

Like always.

I guess we have different views of
always.

Tom, think about it. If what you
described in your nightmares was real,

do you explain this? You're here.

I'm here.

Being discharged from the hospital this
morning, being in the hospital in the

first place. I don't know, but just
because you can't explain something

make the opposite of that something the
truth.

You're telling me that your opening's
not real either?

What opening?

The opening that we both worked so hard
to get.

Your show, the photos.

I didn't want to cancel it. I thought it
would be bad luck.

the rules of the game here i don't know
what puts you up to this i don't know

what you're talking about tom

what's

the problem step out of the car please
sir officer please this man hid in the

back seat of my car i've never seen him
before in my life i've never seen him

before in my life are you all right stop
the car

I can't. I'm in the middle of traffic. I
said stop the car.

Tom!

Mr. Vale?

Excuse me, sir.

You Thomas Vale?

This is my studio. You can't just come
in here without permission. Mr. Vale,

please. Private property. Get out of
here.

We're not here to hurt you. We're not
even here to arrest you.

Well, that's a relief.

Your wife sent us here. I'm sure she's
sick about you, Mr. Vale.

We're here to take you home.

Is this the place, sir?

Yeah. Thank you.

You might want to go easy, Mr. Vail.

Take some time off to adjust to things.

Who are you?

Come on, what the hell is going on?
Allison, you all right?

Listen to me.

Whether you believe it or not, I am your
wife and I love you.

Now, in the future, no matter how scared
you get, don't do anything like that

again. I don't think my heart can take
it.

If I said anything to upset you, I'm
sorry.

I get scared too, you know.

The place looks like it always did.

Why shouldn't it?

Well, that's right, yeah.

And it's only been three months I've
been in the hospital.

What's going on, Allison? What's the
game this time?

Tom, what are you talking about? All
this, the house, the hospital, telling

I'm back a few days before this whole
thing started. What's the point?

What do you hope to gain?

So, hey, who called the cops?

Larry.

What are you doing back?

I mean, it's great to see you.

I just didn't expect... I thought you'd
call first.

What, give you time to pack and move? No
way.

So you had a good sleep, huh?

You look the same to me.

Don't do that.

What is it, my aftershave? Did I forget
to shower?

It's me, buddy, in the flesh.

What are you trying to prove?

I'm not trying to prove anything, Tom. I
heard you were home. I thought you'd be

glad to see me.

You okay, pal?

Oh, so you just conveniently rose from
the dead?

No, I came back from Venezuela.

I thought there's much of a difference.
What makes either of you think I would

believe this?

Larry Levy is dead.

Tom, please.

I was there. I saw it.

Larry, Tom's had a pretty rough week.
He's had some dreams, nightmares.

Really, he's having a little trouble
sorting out the real from the imagined.

Maybe seeing you will... Jog my memory.

I'm going to make some coffee.

Look, buddy.

You know, I'm sorry I wasn't around when
all this went down.

But I'm not dead.

And I did call almost every day. I
watched you like a hawk.

Were you afraid of losing a client?

What?

Tom, I thought we were friends. Where
did we meet?

Excuse me? Where did we meet?

When was it that you and I first met?

Look, this is... Um... Ted's.

With those two girls, Ellen and Reva.
The suicidal poetesses.

Where do we go after you won that
copyright case for me? Tom, come on,

this? Meet the press? Just answer me.

We went to Sammy's Tavern, all right?

Tom, what the hell are you doing? Dead,
Larry.

I saw it.

What were you doing in South America for
three months?

All right, let's cut the interview, all
right?

I had business down there.

This may come as a surprise to you, but
I do have other clients.

Tom, look, maybe it'd just be better if
I left. Listen, listen.

How do you make a kamikaze kid?

Vodka, gin, white rum, a little fizz,
and hold the parachute.

No.

I don't think so.

He's upstairs sleeping.

I haven't made up my mind yet.

This is a very big undertaking.

I'm the one who ultimately has to make
that decision.

But I have to know whether we're going
ahead with the plans or not. I told you

haven't decided yet.

He's here now. This is not a good time
to talk.

What about the schedule?

We're supposed to be finished with it. I
can't talk to you right now, okay?

I will call you later.

Mom.

Who was on the phone?

Oh, that was nothing.

I asked you a question. Who was on the
phone?

It was just Ben.

Ben? Ben who?

Ben Dobbs.

Your occasional assistant at the
gallery?

Oh, and what are your plans with Ben?

Tom, please. Oh, what? I mean, it's my
show, right? It's my opening.

Is there something I'm not supposed to
know about?

Ben and I are trying to decide whether
or not it's a good idea to go on with

things as planned.

Your opening is scheduled for tomorrow
night.

Ben really did most of it while I was
with you at the hospital.

Everything's ready.

You are.

Where's what?

You know what I'm talking about.

We don't.

Tom, you said you wanted this place to
be the centerpiece of the show.

Is that the wrong location?

Where is Hidden Agenda?

Honey, I honestly don't know what you're
talking about.

I'll bet you don't.

Guess you don't remember filling my
chemical cabinet with coffee.

Clearing out my file.

What do you know? They're here.

Why'd you hide the photograph, Allison?

Tom,

I...

Oh, come on.

What's the game?

Why are you doing this? What's going on?

Ben, call someone. Call the police.

Ben, stay right where you are.

Just tired of the game, Nelson.

I don't want to play anymore.

So either you start coming up with some
answers, or we all go up in flames.

I'm listening.

Tom, maybe if you describe the
photograph.

Maybe we should just end this game right
now, Ben. Where is it?

The place looks great, Tom. I just think
you need a few more clown pictures.

Tom, what the hell are you doing?

Larry, please.

You're not careful, Tom. You're going to
set a fire with that thing. Well, I

might just have to do that, Larry.

It's the nightmares.

He thinks that we've taken one of his
photographs.

This is the nightmare!

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Tom, just take it
easy. Hang on.

What the hell is going on? I took a
photograph.

It's gone.

I mean, I'm not really even sure what
the hell it's of anymore. All I know is

that they want it.

Who's they, Tom?

Them.

Her. And the rest of them.

And you're sure about this?

Man, what happened to me was real.

Tom, look, I don't know what the hell is
going on here.

Maybe the picture was misplaced.

But don't do this.

It's not right.

This isn't who you are, Tom.

Well, maybe it's who I'm becoming.

I hope not.

You've always been one of the few
friends I never had a doubt. If you said

something, I knew I could take it to the
bank.

This isn't you, Tom.

No matter what.

Honey, if you would just listen to me.

I didn't want to put you in this
situation.

I didn't have any choice.

They're watching me.

Buddy. Come on.

Let's get out of here.

All right. Sure, sure. I'll call you.

Just what the hell is this photograph
supposed to be?

It's a photograph of an execution.

Four men were hanged. You know who they
are?

No, no. I'm not sure anymore. I don't
even know if I took it. And you have no

idea why anyone would want it or you?

No.

Are you listening to yourself, Tom?

I mean, taking everything you told me at
face value, how does it fit? I mean,

how does it all work?

You were in a car accident, buddy.

You were in the hospital.

For three months in a coma.

You were in Venezuela, Larry. You
weren't here.

You didn't see it with your own eyes. It
just seems awfully convenient, buddy,

that all this happened just when I
happened to be out of the country for

months. Well, or it was planned that
way.

I'm not crazy, Larry. These weren't
dreams.

No? Finding me dead stuffed in the
closet wasn't a dream? No, because it

you. You said it. No, listen, man. They
brought somebody in. They made him look

like you.

Guy gets himself fixed up to look like
me? Boy, he must have been hard up for a

job.

You've got no idea what these people are
capable of. If they want to make

somebody look and act like you, they can
do it.

They wanted Larry Levy, they found one.
And then killed him?

I don't know. I don't know. It doesn't
make any sense to me either. I just, I

mean, maybe they're trying to drive me
insane. Maybe think that I was losing

everything. Okay, okay, look, look,
look.

Let's say I take a slide on this one.

Why? What's the point?

Why make you think you were in a coma
and then take the photograph that you

they're after? Because they don't really
have it. But I thought you said... No,

no. I said they wanted it. I didn't say
they have it. I've got it. I just... I

just... I can't remember where I was or
what I was doing before this whole thing

started. I just... If I could remember,
I... They know me, Larry.

They know I'm going to do anything to
get the negative back. And that's

exactly what they expect me to do.
They're going to be there when I find

It's pretty intense.

It's a possibility, man.

Then don't find it. Just ignore it.
Don't give them what they want.

I can't do that. It's all I've got.

Yeah, but if you're right, if that's
what they want you to do... No, it's a

chance I've got to take.

I know how it sounds. I'm not crazy.

Good. Because I'm sure it's starting to
feel like I am.

Wait a second, wait a second. You
remember when I came back from South

I gave you an envelope, I told you to
put it in your safe in your office?

There were dupes of that negative in
that envelope.

The photograph they're looking for,
hidden agenda, is in that envelope.

You're telling me that this picture is
in my office safe?

That's what I'm telling you.

That's funny, someone turned the lights
out.

Breaker must have kicked.

Look, the safe's in my office. Wait
here. I do some of my best work here in

dark.

Hey, what are you... Oh!

All right.

You all right?

God, yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just get the
son of a bitch.

Believe me now?

Not everything in the world revolves
around your problem, Tom. I think this

about one of my cases. I think they came
to steal some evidence.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

All right.

This is it. I got it. The negative. The
negative. All right. All right.

Got him.

This is what they came for.

Yeah, but they didn't get it.

No, I guess not.

Oh, wait a second.

They got him, but... Look, if you would
just listen!

They just left something else in its
place.

What? The hell did they leave?

Scenes from my nightmare.

Pictures from a coma.

So I guess this means it's my move.

It's still not proof, Tom.

Pictures of you in a straitjacket?

From what everyone else knows, it could
just be one of those self -timer thigma

jigs that you took yourself.

Well, is that what you believe?

I didn't say it's what I believe, but
we're not talking about me. I'm telling

you, there was no accident.

There was no coma. There's no
nightmares.

And if nothing else, those negatives
prove that to me.

Well, not enough, Tom.

Not even for me.

Hey, let me ask you something.

If it wasn't a dream, if you weren't in
the hospital for three months, where

were you?

I told you, I don't know. I mean,
everything before I woke up in the

fuzzy.

You know, it's just images, just pieces.

You know, maybe somewhere I worked. I'm
not sure.

I just need more time to...

Even without the negatives.

If you can prove that you were somewhere
else during the three months that

Allison said that you were... Don't you
think I've already thought of that?

I'm just trying to help. I'm sorry.

Where

do

we go from here?

You willing to go with me?

Up to a point.

Bring some girls, I go a little farther.

Play along well.

Which means?

I need time. I mean, I gotta come up
with something, but I need more time.

The last thing I want is for them to get
their guard up, so... So we'll go with

the coma nightmare story.

And I'll apologize to Allison.

And buy some time.

No chance I'm in a coma, huh?

No more than usual, Max.

Hey, Pete's getting stuffed into a
closet.

Talk to you in the morning.

Elephant.

I've been better.

I'm sorry.

About everything. I don't think I can be
here anymore for this, Tom.

Please, what?

Please, what? Wait until you crack
again?

Please, go to sleep with you at night
and wonder if I'm going to wake up in

morning? What do you think?

How do you expect me to feel? I don't
know exactly how you're feeling.

I mean, that's how I was feeling about
you. I don't want to hear this anymore.

Well, just wait a second. I talked to
Larry.

And, uh... Well, this may be too little
too late.

And I'm... I'm sorry.

But he, uh... He just convinced me that
everything you and the doctor said

is true. And he told me about you
calling me, talking to you every day on

phone.

And keeping... Vigil at the hospital and
everything.

It's just going to take time.

I have no reason to lie to you.

I know.

I know.

I'm sorry.

I love you, Tom. I really do.

I know. I know. I know.

It's just going to take some time.

And I'll be fine.

I phoned earlier.

My name's Vail. I need a duplicate of my
admitting records from my insurance

company. All right. Hold on a sec.

Vail Thomas Jay?

Yes.

Try to hang on to this one.

Thank you.

Larry, I got it.

Where the hell you been, pal?

Allison's had the whole town out looking
for you. Your opening's tonight.

Listen, Larry, I've got it. I've got the
proof. I was admitted to the hospital

only three days before I came to.

Are you serious?

Yeah, I found the original admitting
form.

There's something else. I'm beginning to
remember where I was when this whole

thing started.

Where? Well, it doesn't matter, but if
I'm right, I should be able to find the

negatives.

Tom. Remember what you told me this may
be exactly what they want you to do

Yeah, I know I'll see you tonight

I had come back to Evanston hoping to
retrace some of my steps leading up to

erasure. I still wasn't completely sure,
but I thought that I might have taken a

job in the printing plant for the
Evanston Tribune.

Somehow that felt right.

Somehow they must have gotten a hold of
me to set up their latest charade.

Hey, Dom.

Hey, Tom, what's that?

Dom,

what's up?

Hi, Tom.

This may be exactly what they want you
to do. The negative.

I want the negative.

This may be exactly what they want you
to do.

Excuse me.

Hi. Hey.

You promised me no more disappearing
acts. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I just

to clear my head.

Hey,

so you didn't wear your good luck
earring.

I didn't go with the dress.

Good luck goes with everything.

Not if you're a woman.

So, have you seen Larry?

Oh, you know him. He's probably out in
the corner scaring up a date.

Yeah. All right.

Go. Mingle. Do your job.

I know my absence is greatly disturbing
you, but if you're attractive and

single, I'll return your message. Just
make sure to leave one.

Good to see you.

Larry.

I got him, man. It's right here in black
and white.

this.

Where have you been? I've been worried
sick about you.

Don't touch me.

Honey, please, you said you wouldn't
do... We've said a lot of things.

Too many.

Please don't start this again. I love
you.

You love me?

Of course.

How much?

Tom. How much?

As much as life itself.

As much as I thought you loved me.

And you just liked Larry.

Look how he ended up. I can't wait to
see what you've got in store for the man

you love.

What are you talking about?

You left a calling card.

I don't know what you're talking about,
Tom.

I guess the honeymoon is over.

Wow, if it was ever real to begin with.

Or are you just a memory that's stuck in
my

head?

Like a photograph in the jungle.

I take it you found the negatives.

Why are they so important to you?

I would be telling.

Give them to me.

You're so cold.

Thank you.

What are these?

Other pictures of me in a straight
jacket. You should remember that.

Where's Hidden Agenda?

Well, that would be telling.

I mean, the last time I showed that
photograph at an opening.

There's nothing but trouble. I have to
have that negative, Tom. They... I want

the negatives, Tom.

You'll have to kill me.

I will if I have to.

That's just a chance I'm going to have
to take.

Shooting you in the back is no problem
for me.

Oh, it's true. You've already done that.
I will kill you, Tom.

No, you won't, Allison.

You never do.

As more of my memories come back, it
becomes increasingly harder to

fact from fiction, reality from utter
fabrication.

But I must press on.

Finding the truth is my only road home.