All language subtitles for Touch - 2x03 - Enemy.of.My.Enemy

Previously on Touch...

Driven by profits
and corporate greed,

it's a dystopian nightmare
in the making, brought to you

by our good friends here
at Aster Corps.

I need to talk to this guy.

You're a reporter.
I am a reporter.

And I'm working on a story

accusing Aster Corps
of criminal activity,

starting with
attempted murder,

kidnapping, false imprisonment,

and the faking of the death

of at least one child.

I figured since Calvin Norburg

had turned against them,
that maybe he could help me.

LUCY:
This is my morning.
I'm gonna start at the beach

and paper my way
through the city.

My daughter is missing, Martin.

I'm gonna do
whatever I can to find her.

Hi, Amelia. My name's Frances.

I'm gonna take care
of you from now on.

You have lost
your child?
Yeah.

You will find her.

Right now the only way

that I can prove
that Aster Corps

is doing this is to
find Amelia alive.

NORBURG:
Martin Bishop?
Who is this?

Calvin Norburg.

I'll be in touch.

(birds singing)

Morning.

Good morning.

You've been staring at those
boxes for 24 hours now.

Uh-huh.
If you want, I could put
them in the garage for you.

No... I should open them
and go through them all.

I'm just trying
to muster the courage.

I mean, 15 years.

All of Amelia's baby pictures,
and every birthday party.

And I think even my marriage
license is in there somewhere.

Mm. Once the house was sold,

I swear, he swept everything
smaller than a couch into a box

and just shipped it off.

You'll get to it when
you're ready.

Hey, buddy.

Dude.

You know...

he should probably
start school soon.

There's that one
a few blocks away

where his friend
Soleil goes.

(laughing):
You're kidding, right?

No, I'm not kidding.

You saw how happy he was on the
playground, and you always say,

when Jake points you in
a direction, there's a reason.

He wanted to make a friend.
He can't go to a public school.

He wouldn't blend in.

LUCY: Oh, yeah.
You mean the haircut.

That would be a problem.

MARTIN:
No, not the haircut.

Look, we can't just
tell people how to find us.

People will know
where we are.

Hey, buddy... Jake, that's not
your stuff, sweetheart.

LUCY:
No, no, it's okay.

You know what?
He's just trying to help.

I'm going to walk over
to that coffee place.

industrial caffeine
I need some

all this stuff.
to get me through

Uh-huh. Is that okay?

Yeah.

Fine.
Come on, dude.

(phone chimes, door closes)

You really don't know
who you're meeting?

I was told to wait on Lebanon,
just off of Sixth.

When I meet him, I want him to
really think I am a reporter.

One of the first things I did
when I got to Los Angeles was

I started building a background
profile for Martin Bishop.

Overseas stuff. Cairo News,
Bahrain International.

Oh, you picked
some real dogs.

Yeah, well, if I picked
the London Times,

it would have been
pretty easy to check. Look,

I need a credential, something
current, to sell my cover.

Interesting. You need
credentials, I need a reporter.

A real, top-level
Martin Bohm writer.

You ready to jump back in?

What do you mean? Be published?

Two pieces a month,
300 words an article.

Any more than
that is up to you.

Trevor, I haven't done this
for 11 years.

Ah, it's like riding a bike.

I owe you.

Thanks.

(goats bleating)

WOMAN:
About to cross the border now.

My plane leaves
in three hours.

How are the boys?

They miss you terribly.
MAN:

Passport?

on a puppy.
Travel can be so rough

Especially Mike.

Aw. He is a sensitive soul.

Well, hopefully,

I won't be traveling so much
in my next job.

I don't suppose any headhunters
have called with any offers?

No, nothing yet.

How are you holding up?

Fine, though some strange things
happened lately.

The phone in my hotel room--

I could swear
it was tapped, and then,

my ATM card stopped working.
yesterday,

Well, you know,
it's-it's Pakistan.

Sometimes things don't work.

Yeah...
Well, I'll be glad to be home.

With my boys and my man.

Please step out of the car.

What?

Out of the car now!
Is there a problem?

(speaking native
language)
Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey! Oh!

MALLORY:
What are you doing?!
Mallory?

MAN: Shut up! Shut up!
MALLORY: Okay! Wait!
Mal?

Wait. Wait. What are you doing?
(over phone):
Mallory?

Stop! let me go!

Mallory?! Honey.

Let me go.

Let me go!

LUCY:
This is crazy.

Every kid in the city's
in school right now.

Notbeing in school is
what makes you obvious.

If your dad's worried
about you standing out,

he should put you in a crowd
of 11-year-olds.

Am I right or what?

Jake. Jake?

Jake?

Where did you get this?

Where did you get this?

Hi. I'm sorry.
Is there a problem?

Your son, he...

Take it.

I think he wants
you to have it.

Take it!

I have to go.

You know what?
This is gonna sound crazy,

but I need to ask you:
Do you know a girl named Amelia?

She's 14 years old,
and she has blonde hair.

Jake's been sort of guiding
me to her, and I think

he's trying to tell me that
you might know something.

I have to go.

Hey, Martin.
MARTIN:
Hey.

Vikash Nayar has
arranged a meeting

with someone who
has information

on Aster Corps. Look...

I don't know how long
this is gonna take.

Can you and Jake meet me over

at BreakWire later
this afternoon?
Yeah.

No problem.

Wish me luck.

Martin Bishop?

Yeah.

Get in the car.

JAKE:
From the smallest amoeba

to the grandest of galaxies,

we define ourselves
by our borders.

Our boundaries.

I am me, therefore,
I am not you.

We are safe
within our territory.

But borders can be places
of instability, of danger.

Cold fronts collide with warm.

Dynamic energy explodes.

I'm starving.

What do you want
to eat, Jake?

JAKE:
And yet...

it's at the edges,
the frontiers between us,

where ideas are exchanged,
where knowledge is gained.

I am me, but I must
push past my borders

if I'm ever to truly know you.

I'm Martin Bishop.

I know who you are.

(gunshots)

Martin Bishop?

I'm Calvin Norburg.

*

Where are you taking me?

No, you can't do this!
What are you doing...?

(panting)

You can't... No!

(grunts)

(Mallory panting)

What do you want from me?

I have money.

There's cash in my suitcase.

Who is your handler?

What?

Tell me the name
of your handler.

Oh. Oh, there's been a mistake.

I'm just trying to
leave the country.

Yes, I see you have left
our country a lot lately.

Crossed the border five times
in the last four months.

I'm in international sales.

I'm here on business.

Ms. Cane, this will go
a lot easier for you

if you tell us
what we want to know.

I'm telling you the truth!

I'm here on business.

I demand to see the
American ambassador!

(chuckles)

Sure. We will fetch you
the ambassador.

And a big juicy steak

and a bottle of beer...

as soon as you tell us
what we want to know.

Who is your handler?

I don't have a handler.

I don't know what
you want from me!

Wait... no, no...
let me go!

Let me go!

(door slams shut in distance)

Sorry for the cloak
and dagger stuff.

A lot of people
are looking for me right now.

I'm very protective
of my privacy.

We've met somewhere.

In an elevator,

in your lawyer's
office building.

And in the parking garage.

You were running
from security.

That's all right.

Being chased out of that
building is a badge in my book.

Thought this would be

a good place for us to meet.

It's private.

Shooting helps me relax.

You like guns?

No, not really.

No? Why not?

Because I've seen
what they can do.

The impact of a
bullet on flesh.

Gets messy close up.

Gaza.

Read your résumé.

Pretty third rate stuff
if you don't mind me saying.

And yet, you called me.

You rescued the father
of a friend of mine--

my investor, Vikash Nayar--
he asked me to meet you.

And that's your only reason
you agreed to see me?

Because I would have thought

that your friend would
have explained to you

that I'm investigating
Aster Corps for a story,

and that, because of your
recent fallout with them,

I was hoping that you could
give me some insight

into their inner workings.

And what are
your impressions so far?

Aster Corps is one of the most
powerful corporations

in the world,

and I believe they're involved
in criminal activity.

I think they've engaged
in murder, kidnapping

to get what they want,

and I think they'll
stop at nothing

to destroy anyone
who gets in their way.

You must feel like
a pretty big target right now.

(Calvin sighs)

Yes.

"Yes."

Look, I get it,
you don't trust me.

I underst...
You know,
the average person is lied to

up to 200 times a day.

You know that?

I worked on an algorithm

distinguishing lies
from truths.

Turns out the truth is nearly
impossible to calculate,

to digitize,
but there are

some tells, obviously,
like holding a steady gaze...

or keeping
a steady arm.

Mr. Norburg, I'm a reporter.

I came here for a story.

If there's something you want
to tell me, I'd like to hear it.

First we shoot,
then we talk.

Today won't be a workday.

It's just a chance for us

to get to know each other.

I thought we could
start the morning off

with a good book.

Have you read this one--
To Kill a Mockingbird?

No, but I know a lot
about ornithology.

Birds have
a preternatural

predictive instinct
for weather.

Let's see if you like it.

"When he was nearly 13,
my brother Jem got

his arm badly broken
at the elbow."

Can I see it?

Sure.

Well, maybe

you'd like to look at that
yourself for a while.

I can't believe this.

You stole this
from that woman?

What were you
thinking, Jake?

This does not
belong to you.

This is not yours.

We need to get this
back to...

"Vicente Corliss."

Building 1075.

Never do this, Jake.

I'm not kidding you.

What I'm doing is wrong.

Hear me?

Oh, my God.

Get your backpack.

We're going for a drive.

MARTIN:
I just need to know what to
look for and where to find it.

There's a building on the Aster
Corps campus-- Building J.

Their most sensitive,
classified files

are stored on
the top floor--

Room 1075.
Think you can
get me up there?

Only a red-level pass card
will gain access,

and mine's been deactivated.

There are a dozen more,
11 of which belong

to loyal Aster
Corps lifers.

We wouldn't be able to pry it
out of their cold, dead fingers.

But the 12th?

A project manager
named Mallory Cane,

who I happen to know is
disillusioned with the company.

If I ask, she'll lend us hers.

Where is she?
I don't know.

She travels for them
a lot in the Middle East.

So I need to find her.

I'm sending you
the contact info.

(beeping)

Okay, I've got her information.

Why are you doing this?

Why are you helping me gain
this kind of access?

And please don't tell me it's
because I helped your friend.

When I left Aster Corps,
they took all my research.

I want it back.

You can walk into that building,
I can't.

So you need
a third-rate journalist

to help you steal
your files back.

Listen, we both need to be
really, really careful.

Aster Corps knows a lot
about a lot of things.

They probably know way more
about you than you realize.

Okay.

We made it.

right on time.
That must be him,

This is a suicide note.

My aunt-- this is
her life savings.

How did you get this?

Uh...

we just met a woman
this morning.

It must have fallen
out of her purse.

Aunt Sofia.

I didn't even know she
was in, in America.

Oh, so you've been
out of touch?

And do you know this man?

This man killed
my mother.

Four years ago,
my mom and Aunt Sofia,

they shared an apartment
in Santiago, Chile.

A man broke in.

He murdered my mother.

Sliced her throat.

My Aunt Sofia watched
her bleed to death

on the kitchen floor.

I'm so sorry.

Sofia--

I tried reaching out, I-I
called her a few times...

but she never forgave
herself for what happened.

She and my mom
were so close.

Identical twins.

My Aunt Sofia--
she was a bartender,

but my mother... Claudia,

she... she was a savant,
she was a genius.

H-How do you mean
"savant"?

She was an astronomer of
this... this amazing insight.

She had no education,
no training.

She would become quiet,

she wouldn't say a word
for days and days,

and out of nowhere,
she would draw this galaxy,

this cluster of stars,

and then she'd go out
searching in the night sky

with her telescope,
and she would find it.

I mean, it was
like magic.

Her major discovery
was the Corliss Comet.

She predicted
its trajectory.

A comet, huh?

napkin, Jake?
Still have that

Look familiar?

That-That's it-- the path
of the Corliss Comet.

H-How did you know that?

Oh, uh, Jake here--

he sees things, too,

like your mom,
like my daughter.

Look, uh,

it could take me 48 hours to
get permission to leave base.

Please, you have
to find my Aunt Sofia

before something terrible
happens.

Okay.

This is a game of chance with
a little skill thrown in.

It's fun.

I'll show you how to play.

So, what did you
think of that book?

I prefer non-fiction,
but I liked it.

You read the whole thing?

I liked the part
where Scout says,

"You never really
understand a person

"until you consider things
from his point of view,

till you climb into his skin
and walk around in it."

I don't remember that.

Page 177, 12 lines
from the bottom.

So... first, I roll.

Five.

I take my piece
and move it

five spaces.

Now you go.

No, honey... you have
to roll the dice first.

That way...

Amelia...

did you know the dice
would land on nine?

Your turn.

Could you move
my piece for me?

Can you see this whole game,
from beginning to end,

before we even
start playing?

I'm gonna win.

Where are you taking me?

No, no, no!
No, let me go!

(door clangs shut)

Some water, Ms. Cane?

I don't know who you think
I am, but...

I swear to you,

I am only here
on business.

If there is a problem,
we'll sort it out.

Maybe you're right, maybe
it's just a misunderstanding.

But I have to tell you,

if you're not
completely truthful,

you'll be transferred
to the Bannu prison.

Have you heard of Bannu?

It's not a good place.

No discipline.

Half the time, they lose
the records of their prisoners.

Once they are
admitted, some just...

poof-- disappear.

We are just a
holding facility,

but once you are in Bannu...

I can't protect you anymore,

understand?

So...

help me sort this out.

I'll ask you some questions,
and we'll get to

the bottom of this.
I have nothing to hide.

Just ask me whatever you want,

and I'll tell you whatever
you need to know.

Who is your handler?

(doorbell rings)

Sorry to bother you.
I'm looking for Mallory Cane?

(grunting)
Where is she?

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

They sent you.
Where is she?

Where is my wife?

Where is she?

Tell me what they want!
Who?

Aster Corps,
you son of a bitch.

(grunting)

I'm-I'm sorry.

Look, I'm-I'm not
who you think I am.

I'm a reporter.
My name is Martin Bishop.

I'm investigating Aster Corps
for alleged criminal activity.

A source of mine suggested
that I talk to your wife.

(panting):
I'm-I'm sorry. Here.

It's all right.

I just want to help you up.
Come on.

(grunts)
There.

Just breathe.

(panting)
There you go.

Tell me what happened.

She... sh-she's been...

she's been working on a project

for about a year-- s-some...

sort of security program
called T1

that the company sold
to the Pakistanis.

But she found a flaw in it--
sh-sh-she realized that...

that innocent people

were gonna get hurt.
What'd she do?

She went to her supervisor,

a-and then she threatened
to go public,

and now she's sitting
in a jail in Pakistan.

Have you spoken to
the State Department?

Yeah, about nine times.
They're "looking into it."

I need to see
your wife's computer.

Look...

I could help you find her.

I think I can help you
bring her home, but...

I need to see her computer.
Please.

She has files
on Pakistan, but...

they're mainly bills, invoices.

She's a-a project manager.

She works on
all kinds of their

top secret programs.
She's responsible

for keeping their books.

What's the Fibonacci Project?
No idea.

MARTIN:
Have you ever heard of

Adeline Danvers?
No.

Why would Aster Corps
be paying bills

to Children's Dentistry
of Manhattan?

(quietly):
Amelia...

(sighs)

I'm gonna need to print
some of these files up.

Is that all right?

Here she is.

Claudia Corliss.
"Slain genius,"

with a small but passionate
following of astronomy geeks.

Looks like the real deal--
made some important discoveries.

Yeah, the Corliss Comet.

Now, this is interesting--

it has a cycle
of 122 years.

But its closest
proximity is tonight

and can only be viewed from
the Northern Hemisphere.

Sofia's note said,
"It all ends tonight."

Maybe she came to L.A.
to see her sister's comet

once before she dies.
Uh-huh.

Question is, where is she?

And where would
she go see it?

Well, Griffith Observatory's
closed,

but the Astraeus Society

has a powerful
enough telescope,

and they are... Oh.

There's a viewing tonight, yeah,
Tonight.

on the rooftop of
their building,

just after sunset.

I will be there.

MARTIN:
Ruben...

any luck with
that program?

Give me five more minutes.

Hey. What happened?
Hey. Take a seat.

I'm gonna need you
to look at this.

It's important.
Yeah?

"Adeline Danvers"?

That's their cover
name for Amelia.

Look at these financial
transactions--

all of them start
the exact same day

that Amelia was allegedly
killed, three years ago.

They covered everything--

hotels, transportation,
health care.

Look, they even
made payments

to the board and care
facility that Jake

was staying at
in New York City.

But, wait, why do
the records stop?

Nothing for
the last three weeks.

It all ends
at Board and Care.
I know, I know.

But she had to get
to L.A. somehow.

They must've spent
some money to move her.

Look, they might be using

different accounts
to pay for this stuff,

but I don't think so.

I think they've lost her.

I don't think Aster
Corps has her.

That would explain
why Amelia

was walking on the beach alone.

(sighs)

So, if Aster Corps doesn't
have her, who does?

That's what we need
to find out before they do.

Well, Jake led me to
this woman this morning--

Sofia Corliss.
I know

it's connected to Amelia,

and I need to find her.
Okay.

if you find anything out,
you call me right away.

Got it. Thank you.

Hey, sweetheart.

I'm sorry. There's a lot of
things going on right now.

What are you doing?

(phone rings)

Hello?

Hello?

Who is this?

Ms. Herrera, the principal

of Pacific Middle School.
Who's this?

Martin Bishop.
How can I help you?

What can I do for you, Martin?

I'm sorry. You called me.

No, my phone rang.
You called me.

enrolled here?
Do you have a child

(wry laugh)

No. Uh... not yet.

Look, we just
moved into the area.

My son Jake
is 11 years old, and...

...h-he's different.

He has special needs.

I'm not exactly sure
that your school

is the right place for him.
Um, uh...

to be honest with you,
I'm not sure

he's even ready yet.
Well, why don't you have

Jake come by
for a half-day tomorrow,

and we'll see how it goes.

Tomorrow?

School starts at 8:50.

I'm glad you called.

I'm glad you called.

Thank you
very much.

So you want to go
to school, huh, buddy?

I'll think about it.

Jake, I said I'd think about it.

Martin...?

Yeah.

What do you got?
This program Mallory Cane
was working on, T1,

Aster Corps developed it
for Pakistan.

Sole function is to profile
terrorists.

How's it work?
It collects huge volumes

of data on everyone
crossing their borders--

travel patterns,
contacts from their phones,

locations from their GPS.

Crunches it all down
and spits out names.

Uh, there's chatter on the Web
that it casts too wide a net.

Claims of innocent people
being snagged,

but nothing you could verify.

You have anything
on her current status?

The Pakistan security network's

locked down pretty tight,
but...

there is an illegal
Web site that captures

Pakistani communications
and leaks it.

A transfer order
was just posted.

She's set to be moved
about an hour from now

from the border
to some place called Bannu.

Oh, no.
D-Do you know it?

Yes, if she's transferred
to Bannu Prison,

we'll never find her again.
She'll just disappear.

Hold on.

(dialing)

Hey, this is Calvin.
(over phone):

Leave me a message.

Calvin, it's Martin.
I need to meet with you again.

It's urgent.
Half an hour, same place.

(sighs)

(typing furiously)

Pizza's here.

(keys clacking)

(horn honking)

Sofia?

Hey!

(horn honking)
Hey!

Hey! Stop!

Sofia, stop! Sofia!

Don't! Stop!

(horns honking)

Slow down!

Don't!

(horn blaring)
Stop! Sofia!

Hey!

(grunts)

Come on!

(crying)
Shh, shh, okay.

Hey! Hey! Sofia.

Look at me-- you're okay.

You're okay.

Here...

Hey!

'Scuse me! Stop!

You're gonna get yourselves
killed out here!
Please...

please, we need a ride.

LUCY:
Come on.

Get in.

Thank you.
Where are we going?

Uh, I have a car-- it's on
the other side of the highway.

It's okay.

It should have been me.

Hey.

Listen to me.

Sofia, there's a reason
that I found you.

You weren't meant to die.

Okay?

You don't understand.

It was my fault.

He should've killed me,
not my sister.

(sighs)

CALVIN:
She's in Pakistan?

Yeah, they picked
her up at the border.

They threw her in a cell.
In about an hour,

they're gonna transfer her
to Bannu Prison.

They flagged her because
of a program called T1?

I know all about T1;
I helped design the damn thing.

Aster Corps is using T1
to set her up.

Well, can you shut it down?
No. But with some luck,

I can probably jam it,
keep it offline for an hour,

maybe two.

But there's
another problem.

That flag will disappear
from her name,

but nobody'll know that
unless someone inside Pakistan

runs her back
through the system.

Okay, you get to work
on jamming the program.

I'll see if I can get
a message through.

If we can't get her out, maybe
we can at least bribe somebody

to get us her passcard.

No, no, we have to get her out.

We're bringing her home.

(phone rings)
Martin.

contact that can help me
Hey, Trev, I need a local

get a message through to
a Pakistani government official.

You got anyone?
Yeah, there's a man in L.A.

named Nazim Farzat--
no official post,

but, well, he's the man
for back-channel access.

but I'll send you his info.
He's a little hard to reach,

Thanks.

I got to run this down.

Keep me up to date.

(crickets chirping)

I told everybody--

the police, my nephew--

that the killer broke in...

but that was a lie.

(wry laugh):
I met him at my bar.

I invited him home.

And he was charming and so...

intellectual.

He talked to me
about science,

about the stars
and the planets.

I felt smart, like my sister.

Hey, hey,
you can't blame yourself.

You're not the first woman
to be fooled

by a charming man, believe me.
(sniffles)

Once he was inside,
everything changed.

Suddenly he became violent,

and I realized
he was there to kill me.

But I don't think
he was expecting a fight.

I grabbed
sewing scissors,

and I stuck him
in the side of the neck.

Then Claudia came home.

Poor Claudia.

(voice breaking):
She was so sweet...

so sensitive.

She had no idea
how to take care of herself.

He turned his focus
on her and...

...it didn't take long.

I tried to attack him,
but he punched me hard

and I fell.

He slashed her throat...

and just walked out the door

with that scissors
still stuck in his neck.

I am so sorry.

That is... a horrible memory.

I can only imagine.

Hey...

(sniffles)
Your nephew...

Vicente, he's
worried about you.

You saw Vicente?

How is he?

He's good.
He misses you.

He loves you.

You're the only family he's got.

I can't face him.

His mother is dead
when it should have been me.

N-No, no, I-I-I...
I've been thinking about this

and I-I wouldn't be so sure.

So, the man, right?

He talks to you
about astronomy.

You look exactly like her.

He meets you in the bar,
and he works his way
into your home.

Maybe he was targeting Claudia
the whole time.

Maybe he thought you were her.

But why would someone
want to kill Claudia?

I don't know.

I'm sorry you chose
not to cooperate.

It's a four-hour drive to Bannu.

The van will be ready
in a few minutes.

No. No, no, no, no.

No, listen to me.
Listen to me, please.

You can't do this!

(door closes,
echoes from distance)

(panting)

(rings doorbell)

(rings doorbell)

Damn it.

Hello?

Mr. Farzat?

Mr. Farzat, please,

I need to speak with you--
it's an emergency!

(quietly):
I don't think
he can hear me.

Mr. Farzat, please?

(indistinct police radio
communication)

Mr. Farzat?

MARTIN: Wait, it's not
what it looks like.

Freeze!
Freeze!

Wait! Wait!

Wait, please, I just want

to speak
to the owner of the house.

Just keep your hands
still.

What's
all this?
Under control, sir.

Go on inside.
Mr. Farzat, please,
I came here to ask you

to make a call
to Pakistan for me.
The police are on their way.

Mr. Farzat, please.

There's an innocent woman being
transferred to Bannu prison.

Please, you can
help me save her life.

NAZIM:
Wait.

(guard speaks native language)

Where are you
taking me?
(shouts)

No! No, you can't do this!

Please! Please!

(guard grunting)

MARTIN:
I packed some sliced carrots

for Jake as a snack.

Now, he'll have
to line them up

in a specific pattern
before he eats them.

Also, also, please, show him
where the water fountains are.

And he won't know to raise

his hand if he's thirsty,
so he might just get up

and walk out.
He'll be fine, Mr. Bishop;
it's only a half-day.

One last thing: I-I put
a cell phone in his backpack.

If there's any kind
of a problem, all you have to do

is press one,
it'll dial me directly.

If he...
He'll be fine, Mr. Bishop.

(bell rings)
We'll see you
at noon?

Yes.

Thank you.

Jake! Hey! Come on!

Bye, Jake!

He'll be fine, Mr. Bishop.

Really.

JAKE:
We cross borders,

explore new frontiers...

frontiers of the heart,

frontiers of the soul...

...and if we're lucky,

we come home again,

having learned great lessons
about our shared destiny.

For the purpose
of our travels,

both inward and outward,

is not merely to see
the unseen,

but to bring
those visions home...

to share
with those we love.

(no voice)

Maybe the goal of parenting
is to become obsolete.

I read that book, too.

So, what do you think
our next move is?

We know they've been
documenting her as "Adeline."

Hopefully, when we get
into Aster Corps,

we'll get some
real answers.
Yeah, but do you
trust this guy?

Calvin?

No.

(phone ringing)
But maybe
I don't need to.

Excuse me.

Yeah?

Great news.
CALVIN:

I just spoke to Mallory Cane.

Whatever you did, it worked.

and she was released.
Somebody called Pakistan

to her passcard,
Now we'll have access

and the walls of Jericho
will come tumbling down.

(beeping)

(whirr, click)

Hey, Mom.

(sighs)

How's my girl today?

You ready to do
some work?

Martin?

What is it?

Look at this.

This is the man

that killed Claudia Corliss.

This is Amelia's
birthday party

three and half years ago.

It was... it was in a park
in New Jersey.

Look-- this scar,

that's where Sofia stabbed him
with her scissors.

Lucy, are you absolutely sure?
A lot of people have a scar.

No! Yes, I'm sure.

I saw the police sketch.

I know it's
the same guy.

Jake opened this box,
he took out the photo,

and then he led me
to Sofia.

And the number

on the box-- 1075--

that's the same number
that saved Sofia's life.

Why is this... guy,
this stranger,

standing behind
my daughter...

six months after he killed
someone just like her?