All language subtitles for nowhere_man_s01e11_the_enemy_within

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

I'm a photographer.

I had it all.

A wife, Allison.

Friends, a career.

And in one moment, it was all taken
away.

Because of a single photograph.

I have it.

They want it. And there will be anything
to get the negative.

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

I know they are.

They have to be.

Steel, glass, and concrete provide an
urban refuge, a shelter.

But as much as I cling to that
protection, I find myself trapped,

needing new air to fill my lungs,
needing open spaces, a clear vista where

stand up and touch the sky and maybe,
just maybe, not be seen.

Lots of candles, Will.

Lots of dark.

Switchboard's down.

Power's out all over town.

Post office phone's a direct hookup.

They got to our electricity and our
switchboard, but even they don't have

it takes to go up against Ma Bell.

They?

Collective Foods.

Feeding America through extortion.

Can I?

Might as well. Everybody else does.

Kerwin, investigation.

Bert, hi. It's Tom Vale.

Why, have you got something?

Yeah, I got a military identification
number, and a lady at the registrar's

office was about to roll over for me.
I'm this far from getting a current

address.

Vale, you still there?

Yeah, yeah, I'm here.

How soon do you want me to get back to
you?

It doesn't work that way, pal.

From what I can tell, this is going to
be a hit and run.

I don't know if there's going to be any
incoming telephone service where I'm

going. You give me a number, I'll get
back to you.

That's going to be difficult.

When you paid me, you said that finding
this guy was a matter of life and death.

Hell, you don't want to bust your ass,
don't know why I should be busting mine.

I already spent your money.

All right, hold on, hold on.

Can I leave this number for a message?

215 -555 -0181.

215 -555 -0181. You can leave a message.
A message?

I need you, pal, by the phone when I
call.

That's the best I can do.

I'll get back to you.

Well, if you get any messages for Tom
and Bale... I'll be sure to hang on to

them for you.

It's getting a little cold for camping
out.

Yeah, it's the best I can do at the
moment.

Listen, is there any chance of me
finding some work around here? Most of

farmers around here don't have enough
work for themselves.

There's always collective, but you work
for them, you stay out of my store.

This is a total waste of time. Hey, it's
a job.

No one else in town's hiring. Every
night I walk around in circles. Every

I freeze my butt off.

I think we're guarding Fort Knox here.

Can you hear me?

I got to go get some help.

The phones are on. I got to take the
truck.

I won't be long, okay?

Boa tore up his side pretty good.

Lost a lot of blood.

Lucky you came along.

Is he going to be all right?

He'll do what he did say.

I gave him antibiotics to try to fight
off the infection.

I don't know, Emily.

The bleeding stopped, but he's not out
of the woods yet.

I can take him up to the hospital at
Taylor County.

That'll kill him for sure.

The collective's got the highway torn up
for miles being here in Taylor.

You drive him over that mess, you might
as well pass the hospital, take him

straight through to the morgue.

So what are you suggesting?

I'm not suggesting anything.

I'm just saying the less you move him
right now, the better.

You know him?

No. No, I just died without writing
today and I found him like this.

Well, it looks like it's your
responsibility now.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means if he pulls through this,
you're going to wind up with a man on

hands.

Who are you, mister?

And why'd you end up in my life?

What's happening to me?

Been a while, Emily. Toby?

You hurt yourself?

No. Uh, just, you know, in case.

Just in case.

Hello? Hello?

Well, is there anybody here?

Hi.

Welcome back.

Wait, wait, wait, wait. Let me help you
with that.

Oh, God.

I'm sorry. It's different when you're
awake.

Who are you?

I'm sorry. I feel like we already know
each other. Emily Noonan.

The question is, who are you?

Where am I? What happened?

You're in my house.

I was out riding a few days ago. I found
you in the woods with a bullet hole in

your side.

You'd lost a lot of blood.

A few days ago?

Yeah, four days ago, as a matter of
fact. You still haven't told me your

Oh, man.

Is there a general store with a post
office?

You mean Alders? Yeah, it's a few miles
back from town. I have to get to town.

No, you know what? Hold on. No, I've got
to check on a message. Not a good idea.

I'm expecting a message. It's very
important.

I can't wait. On the other hand, if you
bled to death, the message would still

be sitting there, so...

I think this is better, don't you?

So, are you just being coy, or do you
not have a name?

Tom.

Tom Vale.

Something wrong with that?

No. No, I was just... I was thinking
maybe you were like a Craig or a Richard

something, but Tom's nice, yeah. I like
Tom.

So, uh, what happened to me? The last
thing I remember, I was

gathering firewood. On Collective Foods'
private property, I'm afraid.

There's been a really tense situation
lately. They hired a couple of yahoos to

come out and guard the place, and it
looks like you ran into one of them.

So, do you think maybe you can get the
soup into you?

No.

No, maybe not.

What else did you have to do for me over
the last four days?

Pretty much everything you'd expect.

Not good.

Sorry. No, it's good. It's good.

It's just kind of a shock to the system.

Look, I'll just leave the soup over
there. Maybe when it cools down.

Thank you.

You're welcome, Tom Vale.

Night.

What? Nothing.

Am I doing something wrong?

Did I use the wrong fortune?

Look at my face.

You're doing just fine.

It's just, uh, it's just been a while
since I had anyone.

I guess it's recovered.

Yeah, sure.

Thank you.

Your photographer?

I'm sorry. I looked in your bag. I was
looking for some ID. I thought someone

might be worried about you.

So you discover anything else?

It wasn't like I was crying or anything.
I just... I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I would have done the same
thing.

I... Now I said thank

you.

Once last night and twice this morning,
but I'm sure I'm good for a few more

before it gets boring.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Go away,

Mr. Daniels. One last time, Emily. I'm
just trying to talk some sense into you.

You're trying to talk me out of my farm.
No thank you.

We don't want to make this ugly, Emily.
Then leave. It'll pretty up real quick.

Look. Right now, Collected Foods can
still offer you a good deal, but this is

your last chance.

Your neighbors will get rich and your
place will go under.

In the end, we'll have what we want.

Are you talking about using force? I'm
talking about using our resources.

We will do what we have to do.

Miss Noonan, I'm a process server
licensed and bonded by the state of

Pennsylvania. Yes?

This is for you.

You have 30 days, Emily, to convince a
circuit court judge that you're not

blocking progress.

Look at it this way.

A pretty girl like you shouldn't be
living way out here all on her lonesome.

Is that right?

Why don't you look at it this way? One
of your toy soldiers almost blew me

so if you leave now, you can leave in
one piece.

Are you threatening us with that weapon?
No, I'm not threatening you. I just

find that sometimes people don't hear so
well. This is just hearing aid.

It didn't have to be this way, Emily.

Yes, Mr.

Daniels, it did have to be this way.

Watch your step on the way out, boys.

You said something about expecting a
message at Alders. You up for a ride?

Well, I'll see you up to the church,
Ralph.

That might end up being a useful spot
for the meeting. We just may end up

some heavy praying.

Well, any luck finding that job?

No, no. No, not yet.

Do you have any messages?

Come in for Tom Vale?

You see?

You didn't think I'd remember.

Nope. Nothing yet.

Okay.

Thank you.

Hope those underwear I sold to Emily
said okay.

Thanks. Something wrong?

Yeah, Ed Durant's thinking of caving
into Collective.

He's got the biggest lot on the track.

There's a meeting inside in five
minutes.

Hi, Tom Vale.

Will Thomas.

so are you up for a small town nuclear
confrontation if you sell out ed we're

all through we agreed to stick together
we've worked our farms all our lives why

sell the collective and wind up working
for them why because i'm guaranteed a

buyer and i won't have to worry about my
mortgage anymore the hell you won't

just because it's not your mortgage
doesn't mean you won't have to make ends

meet she's right If you have a bad year
and the farm doesn't meet the freight,

they can boot you out and sell it. Then
where are you? With the money they've

agreed to pay, I'm in good shape. That's
where I am. Yeah, you're in good shape

because you own 40 % of the land they
want.

What about us? We only own 2%, and
that's all we got.

I refuse to be the bad guy here.

I think you're all acting downright
dumb.

There's no dumb, Ed. There's no dumb,
there's no smart, okay? There's just

what's ours.

It's our livelihood, and we want to hold
on to it. It's not just our livelihood.

It's our heritage.

She's right, Ed.

There are other values here besides the
price of land.

My boy can't eat heritage.

We can't live on history.

I have to give him a future with
security, with college.

If I don't sell, how else can I do that?

You're not just selling land.

You're selling out.

You can't do this to us, Ed.

We've worked too hard for this.

Excuse me.

Everything we've worked for, am I
hearing you right?

As I recall, you ran away from your farm
and your family ten years ago.

And by the time you came back, it was
too late.

You don't know what I've been through or
what your mother and father went

through. You weren't here when some of
us barely survived.

Get off your horse. horse, Emily.

You're as much an outsider as
collective.

Thanks.

Seems like he hit a nerve.

You hear me? You're just not answering.

No, I heard you. I just don't want to
talk about it.

About your folks?

Yeah.

Okay.

Well, it just seems to me that that's
what's standing in between you and these

people listening to your point of views.
What would you know about that?

Nothing, nothing.

I just like to know. Oh, yeah? Well, I'd
like to know a few things, too. Like,

who are you?

Where'd you come from? Do you have a
house? Do you have a dog?

We're not talking about me. We're
talking about you. That's the problem. I

know a damn thing about you.

I'm just trying to help.

Well, don't.

I don't need your help. I've been doing
just fine on my own.

I'm sorry.

You know, I'll just, I'll get my stuff.
I'll get out of here.

Fine.

Just like a man.

Excuse me?

I remember now why it was so nice not
having one around the house.

What do you want?

Sweet Ridge has been living in darkness
without electricity for the last two

weeks. But the people here have joined
together.

They cook by fireplaces now and read by
lamplight.

Unlike my own struggle, theirs is a
darkness where one can see they're not

alone.

They know what's pursuing them.

Look, I'm sorry.

Dress first.

I'm sorry. Go on. You're doing great.

This is not my first time. I can see
that.

Confidence, self -assured, good strong
hands.

Well, you know, I couldn't have done
this this time yesterday.

I'm sorry about yesterday.

There's nothing to be sorry about.

You don't have to do this.

Well, actually,

I do, you know, for...

A number of reasons. First, you know, I
have a hospital bill to work off. And

second,

I just feel so normal.

Really? Is that so unusual for your
life, normal?

You wouldn't believe it if I told you.

Who's Allison?

You're nosy.

There's someone with so many secrets of
her own. Home team prerogative.

My house, my secrets, my call.

So, Allison?

You always look this good without even
trying.

This is a carefully premeditated look
that took hours to achieve.

Thank you for noticing.

And you're avoiding the question.

She was my wife.

It's difficult to explain.

You know, I've been living in a world
where I can't trust anyone or anything.

And the minute something seems familiar
to me, it becomes suspicious.

And people and places.

It just doesn't seem like there's any
safe place to turn. And I don't know if

you can understand.

How that feels?

Why, you think you're the only one that
knows those feelings?

I take it this has to do with the
photograph of the soldier and your

Don't look so shocked.

It's all you were carrying with you. It
was an easy guess.

See, like I said, it just becomes second
nature.

And the message you have to rush back
into town for, is that all tied up with

this? Yeah, I may have a lead on the man
in my photograph.

And what will that tell you?

I don't know, maybe nothing.

But at least I'll know more than I know
now.

So how does it feel?

How does what feel?

Trusting somebody.

It's still working.

What's that?

That premeditated farm girl look. It
took you hours to achieve.

It's the horse manure with the
fertilizer combined with your own body

It's a unique smell to every woman that
wears it.

Have I said thank you today?

No.

Not that I remember.

What's all this?

Shaving cream, razors, aftershave? What,
do you have a date?

Oh, no. Somebody said something about a
dance.

You mean the fundraiser?

Yeah. No.

I don't think that's a good idea. Look,
it's time for you to be the patient.

I'll be the doctor. That's it.

We're going.

Just like that, we're going? Yeah.

If you want to be the doctor, I think
you should learn something about bedside

manner.

You want to just wait and see how the
dance goes first?

Shaving cream, razor, aftershave.

That everything?

Yeah, that's it.

No boxer shorts?

No, no, I have all I need.

$11 .95.

Ruby?

I'm late.

Excuse me, Mr. Vail.

You didn't ask me about your messages.

Did someone call?

No, sir, nothing yet. Just didn't want
you to think I forgot.

Okay.

Everything?

Ready?

I just remembered I have two left feet.

It's okay. Just hold on. I'll do this.

He's very weird. I feel like they're all
tearing it up.

I feel like I shouldn't be here.

What do you suppose this means?

People, please, listen up.

I just heard some bad news.

Take it somewhere else, Will. I'm afraid
this is where it belongs.

Ed Durant sold out to Collective.

Well, that explains the lights. They're
just trying to break up your resolve.

We might as well just get in line and
sell.

It's only a matter of time.

And now they'll drive the prices down.
We've had it, folks.

Let's face it. No, wait.

Everybody hold on for a second.

Go ahead.

There's still a way we can win this.

But only if we all stick together. Tell
that to Ed Durant.

Forget Ed Durant.

Collective might have 40%, but we still
have 60%. We're still bigger. What are

you talking about? I'm talking about
forming our own co -op. I'm talking

joining together to compete with
Collective.

Compete with them?

That's crazy.

No, it's not.

If it's a fight they want, then we can
give it to them. We just have to do it

together. You mean until you give up on
us again and decide to pick up and leave

town?

No.

I mean together.

Listen, I made my mistakes, that's true
enough, and everyone here knows that.

But haven't any of you ever made a
mistake?

Haven't any of you here ever left
something behind only to realize later

was more important than you could ever
imagine?

Maybe it's because I left something
behind that I realized how important it

that we all stick together.

She's right.

We gotta stick together.

But how, Emily? We don't know the first
thing about forming a co -op. Whatever

we don't know, we can find out.

We can go down to Taylor.

We can find a lawyer. We can ask for
help. It can't be that complicated.

We're all frightened of what we don't
know.

We can either let it stop us, or we
could go on with our lives and beat it.

You do know.

You've just nominated yourself for this
job.

And I'd say you got elected.

You did good.

I couldn't have done it without you.

It's not true. True.

What I did tonight was very unlike me.

As a matter of fact, I've been very
unlike me since you've been here.

It's nice.

I never want to forget what tonight
feels like.

It's like magic.

Like someone left a gift for me in the
woods and I just want to open it up and

look inside.

I want to know you.

Everything about you.

But you're not finished running yet, are
you? I'm so stupid. I actually thought

you liked it here. Emily, don't. Don't
do this.

I love it here. I love everything about
this place. I love the town and the farm

and this house. You just can't give it
up, can you?

You know, what you're asking me to give
up is who I believe I am. I know who you

are.

You're acting like I planned this, like
I had a choice. I do have a choice.

Everyone has a choice. It just comes
down to priorities.

You can't understand mine. Can't I?

I said the same things ten years ago,
but I was wrong, and I can't go back and

change it. I had a life, Emily. I had
friends.

I had things that I care about as much
as you care about this farm. My entire

past was taken from me. Well, here is a
newsflash. The past is taken from

everybody.

Yesterday is exactly where it's supposed
to be, a memory.

You're wrong.

The answers are out there somewhere.

Oh, yeah? Where?

In an old photograph?

In a mysterious negative?

The answers are staring you in the face.

Life isn't out there.

It isn't something you can chase or
catch up with.

How long do you think you can do this?

How far are you going to get when the
only feeling that you have is doubt and

the only emotion that you can trust is
fear?

I can't give up my life.

You already have.

I'm asking you to start living again.

You have a choice, Thomas.

I used to hate waking up to the sound of
that rooster.

I wanted to strangle him.

I packed a bag instead.

Before he crowed again, I was gone.

I was 17.

Where'd you go?

Nowhere. Everywhere.

Chasing bliss.

Did you find it?

Sometimes I thought I did.

I ended up in Nome, Alaska, pouring eye
openers at dawn.

I was worse than facing the rooster.

Then one day a cop came in and told me
my parents had been killed out in the

field.

So I came home to bury them and to sell
the farm, except I couldn't sell it

because it was so far in debt.

They had worked themselves to the bone
trying to bring in the harvest before

storm got it.

But the storm got them first.

Some of the folks around here told me
that they'd been looking for me for

for my help.

They said the one thing a farmer counts
on more than good weather is good

family.

Naturally, I felt guilty, so I stayed
and worked off the debt.

Ironic, huh?

I saved the farm I hated.

I'm glad I did.

It's amazing how far you have to go to
get back to where you started.

Sweet Ridge P .O.

Who? Tom.

No, no, no. This is Toby. I'm the...
What?

Message.

Oh, Tom.

Some place special.

Hey, Toby.

Got a truckload of stuff for you back
here.

Yeah? Yeah.

Are we really going to be gone more than
a week?

From what the lawyer said, it might be
more like two weeks. Why, in a hurry?

No, you got the boxer shorts I got the
time.

You sure I ordered all these?

Positive, man. You made my month.

You all set?

Yep. You need anything? No, no.

Hey, Toby, you back there?

Yeah, I'm back here, all right. Can you
wait a minute?

No, actually, we can't.

Uh, we're in a hurry.

I'll leave you ten bucks to get the
change when we get back, okay?

Suit yourself.

Oh, man, am I glad I caught you.

That message you've been waiting for.

This fellow called a little while ago,
Bert, from Kerwin Security.

He said it was urgent.

He said you should call him right away.

You better call before you start on your
trip.

There's not a lot of phones between here
and Taylor.

Kerwin Investigations. Yes, he in? May I
ask who's calling?

Tell him it's Tom. Just a moment, Tom.

Hey, Tom.

I've got some terrific news for you. I
think you're going to be really happy

with what I found out.