All language subtitles for Touch - 2x12 - Fight.or.Flight

Previously on Touch:

Dr. McCormick,
my name is Avram.

This is my
friend Jake.

We believe that your life

may be in danger.

My mind has begun
working too fast.

It made sleep impossible.

I went weeks
without a single night.

I felt like I was dying.

But at the sleep center...

500 milligrams
of adrenaline, now.

They're helping me.
Last night I slept.

A sleep clinic.

Insomnia's getting worse.

The problem has reached
a whole nother level.

The clinic gets
amazing results.

My name is Martin Bohm.

I'm wanted in the
state of New York

on one count of kidnapping.

And you've come here
to turn yourself in?

I came here to clear my name.

I told you not to take
Jake out of the house.

You did it anyway.
It's not what you think.

Two men came into my house last
night and tried to kill me

and take my son.

Don't you realize

how dangerous this is?

Martin Bohm!

(tires screech)

What's happening?

(over voice mail):
This is Avram.
Please leave a message.

Avram, it's Martin.

We're back at your house.

I'm sorry for yelling.

Please,

come back so we can talk.

TONY:
Where's the girl?

(gunshot)
LUCY:
No!

Amelia!

Amel-- oh!

Lucy: Amelia! Amel--

(beeping)

(steady tone)

( gasps )

JAKE:
There are few things
in the world more frightening

than the future stretching out
ahead of you, unknowable

and unseen.

It was a dream, okay?

Just a dream.

But sometimes the most
frightening future

is the one you do know.

The fate you see coming...

...and can't escape.

Hey, guys.

Everything
all right?

Okay.

Come on, let's get up.

We got to get breakfast.

(phone dialing)

(over voice mail):
This is Avram.
Please leave a message

Avram, it's me again.

Look, you have every right
to be angry with me,

but please just call me back

as soon as you get this, okay?

Thanks.

(phone rings)
Yeah.

TREVOR:
Martin,

turns out a vendor
at the farmer's market gave a

description of a Hasidic man
in his 40s being dragged

into a van yesterday.

He was abducted?

Looks like it.

Avram was running down a lead.

A man named Dr. McCormick.

He thought he was one of the 36.

Trevor, we need
to find this vendor.

I can be there in 20 minutes.

Thank you.

(music playing in distance)

(distant chanting)

Chanting.

(intermittent beeping)

Hey, buddy.

I'm getting closer.

It took going back
to Aster Corps...

but I'm finally making
progress on the sequence.

We're getting so close.

Maybe ten digits away.

When it's complete,

then it'll all
make sense.

All the random synapses

and pathways will...

will untangle,
and I'll know.

I'll know how to save you.

(phone ringing)

I have to go.

I love you.

It won't be long.

Since Enron, every reputable
accounting firm is skittish.

We can't hide a $40 billion
loss in one quarter.

And this gets out, our
stock'll be worthless

by close of
bell Thursday.

None of that
is going to happen,

because Calvin here

is going to help
us avoid all that.

Now, thank you for coming.

Everything all right?

You have the updates
from the sleep clinic?

Yeah, we got another
four digits last night,

so the sequence is now
97 numbers long.

How predictive is it?

Uh, 40% one day,

70% the next.

We won't really be able to apply
it until it's completed.

And when will that be?

When it

wraps back around
to the beginning, to 318.

Then we'll know it's completed.
It should be soon.

Well, you need to work faster.

You're auditor shopping, huh?

How bad is it?

My friend was here yesterday.

And then he went missing.

Do you remember seeing him?

Sorry.

I haven't seen him.

Thank you.

Martin.

I found the vendor.

She said it took place
in the parking lot around 3:00.

She called the police
'cause she got a license plate,

but they never showed up.

My friend at LAPD

ran the van's plates... nothing.

How is that possible?

I don't know, maybe the witness

got the number wrong.

MARTIN:
This isn't adding up.

Why would Aster
Corps take Avram?

I mean, if they knew about him,

why didn't they just
follow him back to Jake?

That's what they want.
Martin.

Oh, no.

Hey, buddy,
what's wrong?

Jake, what's
happening?

And we have lovely
new jasmine blend.

Oh, cardamom.

Reminds me of Afghanistan.

And a hint of orange blossom.

Enjoy.

Jake, what's
happening?

They're dying.

What do you mean, they're dying?

Who's dying? Avram?

Amelia?

What's happening?

They're leading
us to something.

It's Dr. McCormick.

Amelia, wait there.

Dr. McCormick?

Hi, my-my name
is Martin Bishop.

A friend of mine was looking
for you yesterday, and he

came to this market.
I was wondering...

I can't talk.
Just look at the photo.
It'll take

two seconds.
Please.
No, I can't, really.

Doc, please, it'll
just take a second.

No, I really can't.
Please...

(McCormick gasps)
Doctor.

Oh, my God.

Doctor.
(gasping continues)

Doctor.
(McCormick groans)

Oh, my God.
Trevor, call an ambulance.

Now!

Guys, I'm sorry
you had to see that.

Martin Bohm?

Yes.
Detective Lange

is on his way
to speak to you.

Fine. I'll be here.

Well, this day just
keeps getting better.

I don't know how
this is gonna

play out-- I don't want
the kids to be here.

Okay.

Thanks.

What do you think?

Popcorn for lunch?

Are you trying to distract us
from the fact

that we just saw a man die?

That's exactly
what I'm trying to do.

Come on.

It's okay, buddy.

You can go, I'll be fine.

Go with Trevor.

Martin Bishop. Hello.

Dr. Plimpton, what
are you doing here?

I'm meeting a friend for lunch.

Is your friend Dr. McCormick?

Yes. Why?

Please, come with me.

So, what cartoons

do you like?

I don't like cartoons.

I like real things.

Okay.

Not hungry, then?

(chuckles)

Five and three.

(quietly)
Five and three.

53.

53. Does that mean
something, Jake?

I don't know.

I came to L.A.

as part of a medical study.

McCormick was one
of the first patients.

He took me under his wing,
helped me adjust.

Look, I know how difficult
this is for you,

but I need to know what
happened to Dr. McCormick.

Did he have a history
with seizures?

I don't know.

He was always making notes

in that little book
about his health,

but I never asked why.

The study you
both were part of,

wh-what was it for?

It's a treatment
for a rare form of insomnia.

My mind is not like
other people's, it...

I see images.

Sometimes just flashes,
other times

whole sequences.

People. Things happening.

Often in the past.

I try,

but I can't shut it off.

I don't even know how to begin

to explain this, but...

this is my friend Avram.

Have you seen
this man before?

Uh... no. Why?

He was kidnapped here yesterday.

He was looking
for Dr. McCormick.

Oh, my God.

How many people are part
of your study?

Seven. Well, six,

now that McCormick's gone.

The nest of seven.

Beg your pardon?

Mr. Bohm.

Ex-Excuse me
for one second.

Detective Lange is
here to see you now.

Okay, just give
me one minute.

I thought you said your name

was Bishop.

It's not.

Look,

I had to use an alias
to protect my son...

I think I've heard enough.
Please.

Dr. Plimpton.

Doctor!

Let's go.

Mr. Bohm, why is it,
every time I see you,

someone has died?
I know it doesn't look good.

No, it doesn't look good;
it looks criminal.

I didn't do
anything wrong.
Mr. Bohm,

I am trying to help you, but
you're not helping yourself.

Why are you here?

Yesterday a friend of mine
was abducted from here.

He was trying to find
Dr. McCormick,

the man who just died.
Abducted.

Let me guess,
by Aster Corps.

Yes, I think so.
You think so.

Did you report it
to the police?

(sighs)

No.
Why not, Mr. Bohm?

Because I didn't think
you'd believe me.

That's the first logical
thing you've said so far.

What's your
friend's name?

Avram Hadar.
Here, I have his passport.

Mr. Bohm, the
best advice

I can give you right
now is to go home

and stay there until I get
this whole Aster Corps

abduction, whatever else
thing all sorted out.

So I can go?

For now.

But I'll be
in touch.

Thank you.

You okay?
Yeah, I'm okay.

Right before
Guillermo Ortiz

killed himself, he said
that he had failed

because he couldn't find
the "nest of seven."

I didn't know what he
was talking about,
but I think I do.

Dr. Plimpton said
that she and McCormick

were part of some
sleep study.

There were seven patients,
all sharing similar

characteristics to
Jake and Amelia.

Maybe that's what Amelia
was talking about

when she said,
"They're dying."

Dr. Plimpton said that
McCormick was tracking

his health problems
in his journal.

When I walked up to him, he
was writing in his journal.

He put it in his pocket
right before he died.

We need to find
that journal now.

Come on, guys, let's go.

Come on.

We acquired
several companies in 2007.

They seemed healthy.

A few problem patches but sound.

Then we looked closer
and discovered that...

there were billions

of dollars in hidden debt.

CALVIN:
So by then it was too late--

the deal was done.

I thought if I could just buy
a couple more years...

So we, as they say,
kicked the can

down the road.

Now that road has
come to an end.

All these people,

their pensions...

their futures.

At 11:00 on Thursday...

our company will release
its quarterly report,

and the world will see

a $40 billion loss.

That's why you need
the sequence.

(chuckles)

I've got one play left.

Go all in
with what money we have.

It doesn't matter
what stock we invest in

or what currency we short,
we just need a sure thing.

Why are you telling me this?

We're the same, you and I.

(whispering):
Look... we both have made

a terrible mistake.

But we have a chance
to make it right.

(phone rings)

Why haven't you
brought in the boy?

You said you were close.
I am. They can't have gone far.

I don't care what you
have to do, you get them!

Copy. We have another problem.

One of the sleep study
patients died.

(sighs quietly)

We cannot have the police
showing up at the clinic.

I know. I'll handle it.

(beep)

(beeps twice)

(door buzzes)

(computer beeping)

How'd the meeting
with Farington go?

She wants
faster results.

Bad timing.

Why? What are you talking about?

Dr. McCormick died today.

What?

(exhales)

Here at
the clinic?

No. He was out.

How?

I-I don't know how.
I think he had a history

of heart disease
in his family.

Still, a death in the study--

we-we have to investigate.

The procedure is perfectly safe.

We put these people
into medical coma

and we force their brains

through hours
of exhaustive testing.

I'm not sure "safe" is the word

that I would use.
You might want

to get on board
with this.
Where's his chart?

I'll handle it.

I can't take the kids
into the morgue.

I'll be right back.

Excuse me. My friend was
just brought in here--

Dr. McCormick.
I-I was there
when he died,

and in the
panic I forgot

to grab something--
his-his journal.

It was in his
jacket pocket.

This is kind of
embarrassing, but...

he was seeing another woman,
and he wrote about her.

He made me promise that
if anything ever happened,

I would burn it
before his wife

could see it.
Look, I'll tell you

what I told
the last guy--

we don't release
personal effects.

What do you mean,
"the last guy"?

Apparently, that journal
must have been pretty hot,

because a guy came
in here 20 minutes ago
asking for it.

20 minutes ago.

Hey!

Sir! You are not
allowed in there!

(gunshots)

(tires squealing)

(tires squeal)

(panting)

So we know that everything
that's happening is somehow
connected to the sleep study.

It must be one
of Aster Corps' subsidiaries.

There are eight

sleep studies in Los Angeles.

This one's only been
open for three months.

(gentle music playing)

*

TREVOR:
It's genius.

In an evil,
insidious way.

They don't have
to fake deaths

or kidnap anyone.

No, the patients just
check themselves in

and keep coming back--
unless we

shut them down.
Yeah, but how?
We need proof.

You can't just walk in
through the front door.
You've been a thorn

in their side for months.
If there's not

a picture of you
in every Aster Corps

security office by now,
they're criminally inept.

Amelia said they're dying--
we need to do something.
Hang on.

They know you,

but they don't know me-- I
could go in, look for evidence.

No, too dangerous.
No more dangerous

than Sarajevo. Come on, it'll
be like old times, you and me.

Trevor, I can't let you go in
there alone, and I can't take

the kids anywhere near
an Aster Corps facility.

What is it, sweetheart?

It's okay. We stay
in the car the whole time,

nothing happens
to us.

Are you sure?

Yes.

And me?

I can't see that far.

(sighs)

Martin, I'm willing
to take the chance.

We need to do this.

(sighs)

Can I help you?

Oh, I certainly hope so.

I'm interested
in the insomnia study.

We research
a very specific group.

It's unlikely that you qualify.

Really?

(sighs)

That's such
a shame.

My friend Dr. McCormick
was so sure you could help.

Excuse me. Hi.
I'm Dr. Linus.

Oh, Trevor.
Trevor Wilbur.

I understand you're
having trouble sleeping.

(panting) It's plagued
me my whole life.

Really, I'm at
my wits' end.

Okay, um...

(smacks lips)

You mentioned you knew
Dr. McCormick?

Yes. We, uh, we seemed to share
the same symptoms.

I try to fall asleep,
and then my mind

gets full of...

numbers and-and
patterns, weird
connections.

And I can't seem
to shut it off.
Interesting.

Okay, well,
why don't you

come with me--
we'll go this way.

Come on in.

Why don't you
grab a seat?

We've developed
a test...

to determine if you're
one of the people
that we can help.

Take your time with it.
Press the button

on the intercom
when you're finished.

Will do.

(exhales)

(sighs quietly)

*

(phone rings)

Trevor, what's wrong?

(quietly): We got to be quick;
they've got a camera on me.

They gave me sort of test
to identify the 36s.

I can now say quite definitively
I am not one of them.

It's a page
of symbols and numbers.

Some are circled.

Take a picture of it
and send it to me.

(click)

Okay, I got it.
Hold on.

Jake.

Show me what to do.

Jake circled three

and 48.

(whispering):
Okay, I don't get the point.

It doesn't matter;
Jake does. Just do it.

(sighs)

(sighs)

I asked you for faster
results, and you bring me...

(sighs)

What exactly am I looking at?

McCormick's file is full
of holes. There should be

patient histories, follow-ups--
there's none of that.

Did you ask Linus about it?
Yes.

I think he's hiding something.
I mean...

I think he's hurting

these people.
Well, he's getting results.

Yeah, but at-at what cost?
At what cost?

Do you have any idea what will
happen if Aster Corps fails?

We're talking about gross
medical misconduct here.

(chuckles)
You kidnapped a child
and held her for three years.

Yes, and I regret that
every single day.

But even at my worst,
I made sure she was safe.

I took care of her.
Do you have any idea

how close we are?

With the sequence,
we can create an algorithm

that will reveal to us
the hidden order of...

the weather,

the stock market,
human behavior.
I know.

You can tell the future.
I know.

When you know which strings
influence which outcomes,

you can grab those strings
and manipulate those outcomes.

With the sequence, we
can control the future.

If you're not
comfortable with this,

by all means,

you can leave.

Just remember that I know
everything about you.

I'm the only person
standing between you

and your kidnapping charges.

And if you're in jail,

what will happen to William?

LINUS:
Really,

your test results
were remarkable.

I'm just glad
I qualified.

Here you go.

One of the nurses
will get you settled.

Make yourself at home.

(sighs)

(exhales)

LINUS:
Uh, wh...

what are you doing in here?
Who-who are these guys?
Ms. Farington

is worried about security.
Look, these people
need to believe

this is an actual
legitimate sleep study.

I can't have these goons
wandering the hallways.

I grabbed the
doctor's journal

before it fell into
the wrong hands.

You should be
thanking me.
Good for you.

Just try not
to scare anyone, okay?

And take that
to my office.

Sure.

Hey. Where've you been?

Out for a walk.

Yeah?
For an hour?

I like long walks.

Hi, it's Dr. Linus.

(beeping)

"The tremors are worse today.
I brought

my concerns to Dr. Linus..."

(indistinct chatter outside)

Oh, my God.

(door opens)
Oh, there you are.

There's a problem with the
machine in seven's room.

I'll be right there.

Dr. Linus wants it
handled immediately.

What are you doing
in here anyway?

Just, uh... just

looking for a pen.

(door opens)

Take these.

What is it?

They'll help you sleep.
Oh.

(swallows)
Hmm.

Everyone's nervous at first.

(chuckles)
Please sit.

(sighs)

This will track your brain
waves while you sleep.

Please.

You'll be asleep
in no time.

Please,
(object thuds)

I believe there's been
some sort of mistake.

"In that day,
the Lord will take his terrible,

"swift sword
and punish Leviathan,

"the swiftly moving serpent,
the coiling, writhing serpent.

He will kill the dragon
of the sea."

I'm afraid I don't understand
the meaning of this.

Thank you. Thank you.

Mm.

Do you see that?

Perfectly normal side effect.

Thanks.

Think sleepy thoughts.

(pills clatter)

I recalibrated the machine
in Mrs. Plimpton's room.

Great. Then we'll start
with her.

We have a new subject?

We do.

A walk-in.

Didn't even have to recruit him.

Amazing.

Is the new patient...
Is it a boy?

About 11 years old?

No. Why?

Oh. Nothing.

Fine. Let's begin.

(rapid, high-pitched beeping)

Amelia, do you ever
have trouble sleeping?

Well, I have these dreams,

and I wake up and I can't go
back to sleep.

But I'm fine.

Jake seems to sleep all right.

He's always out
when I check on him.

Yeah.

If something's ever wrong with
him that I don't understand...

...you have to tell me, okay?

Okay.

Jake has all
this information,

like, coming at him
all the time.

H-He sometimes doesn't know
how to turn it off.

But he hears you coming
down the hall,

so he just pretends
like he's asleep.

He doesn't want
to make you worry.

All I ever do is worry.

(phone rings)

Trevor, what's happening?

I have to move fast.

It won't be long
before they realize I'm gone.

Okay, look for medical files.

Anything that's gonna
help us figure out

how they're hurting
the patients.

What are you doing
out here?

Oh, I'm looking
for the bathroom.

You should be out

cold.

Trevor?
(beep)

Trevor...

(quietly):
Damn it.

I need to get you
guys out of here.

No, you have to go in there.

If you don't, there's
a 94% chance someone will die.

(sighs)

Okay, I'm gonna

leave the car locked.
Don't let anybody in.

If you have to,
call the police.

(car alarm chirps)

MAN (laughs):
I'm gonna step outside
in a couple minutes.

I'll call you back.

I should call Dr. Linus.
That won't be necessary.

Hey. There you are.

Sorry, seems his
dosage was wrong.

My screwup. I'll
take care of it.

What's going on?

Shh, shh.

You're Calvin Norburg.

Yeah, I know.

What are you doing?

I'm creating a feedback loop,

so they'll get
a continuous stream of data.

If the system doesn't
receive an input for more

than three minutes,
an alarm sounds.

Probably should have
factored that into your plan.

There's no plan.
I'm a patient here.

I have insomnia.
Now, look, I'm trying
to help you, okay?

I know you're
working with Martin.

Jake is the only one
who could've sailed through

the test like that.
Where are they?

Look, I don't know
what your agenda is here...

If you go wandering around
this facility without my help,

you will get caught, and
they'll never find your body.

You have to trust me,
okay? You have no choice.

(door opens)

What are you doing here?

I think he just saved my life.

The study is killing the
patients. I have evidence.

Follow me.

I found Dr. McCormick's journal.

Aster Corps sent someone over to
the morgue to get this earlier.

Same guy who broke
into my house.

They must have
known he was

keeping records of his symptoms,
logging his complaints.

What exactly are they doing
to the patients?

It's similar to
my experiments,

but much more
prolonged and intense.

The patients start out
fine, but over time,

the process shreds
the frontal lobe.

Trevor, let me see your phone.

After a while, the
damage is permanent.

They can't recover.

What's your angle?
Why are you telling us this?

Look, I know you
think I'm a monster,

but I can't stand by
and watch this happen.

These people stay here,
they're gonna die.

We can't get them all out before
Linus realizes what's going on.

We need to call the police
and shut this place down.

The police will
take too long.

There's a patient--
Dr. Plimpton--

she's in real trouble.

We have to get her
out of here now.

Oh, she came back.
Come on, let's go.

All right, this way.

Is she gonna be okay?

Once she gets some rest,

her brain should be able
to repair itself.

(computer trilling)
Okay, there.

They'll be getting data
for the rest of the night.

Dr. Plimpton,
can you hear me?

What's going on?
It's okay. It's okay.

We're gonna get
you out of here.

CALVIN:
I have to get back to the lab.

They can't know
that I helped you.

If there's a problem on the way
to the hospital, give her this.

It should stabilize her.
MARTIN:
How long do we have

before they start to realize
they're watching the same data

over and over?
Not long. As soon
as they know

that she's gone, they're gonna
order a complete lockdown.

You have to get out of here now.
Good luck.

Slowly, slowly.
Trevor, come here.

Help me get
this off of her.

Dr. Plimpton, here.

(panting)

(keyboard keys clicking)

Great. Let's see what's
happening with the new subject.

Sure.

Dr. Linus, I know I've had
reservations about your methods,

but you've done some
amazing things here.

Well, thank you.
I appreciate that.

You are a pioneer.

I can't tell you
how much it means...

Wait. Wait. I think
there's some kind of glitch.

We're not
getting new data.

It's the same information,
over and over, like...

like it's on a loop.

He's clear.
We can go.
Martin, they know.

What?
Calvin just texted
me. They know.

They're gonna lock
this place down.

We need to get
a passkey.

Dr. Plimpton,
do you have your key on you?

Dr. Plimpton, please.

53.
What?

53. Jake showed me
that number earlier.

It's too loud.

53. 53.

Zero...

five...

three.

Nothing.

Come on, think. Think.

The first three digits
of the Amelia sequence.

Three... one...

eight.

I got a passkey.

No. Damn it!

Give her the shot now.

Now!

Hold her still.

(alarm sounding)

Come on.

She's stabilizing.

(alarm continues)

(door slams)

Slide on over, sweetheart.

Is she gonna be okay?

She's gonna be fine.

Martin, you get her
to the hospital. I'll call

Detective Lange and
send him the evidence.

Okay. Thanks.

(panting, car door closes)

(engine starts)

Wipe all the drives.
We can't leave any records.

Let's go, people.

The police will
be here any minute.

(alarm sounding)

Time to go. Quickly now!

What about the patients?

We'll be long gone
before they're questioned.

Out now.

(doorlock latches)

What is the meaning of this?

I must apologize for the
crudeness of our methods.

But I can assure you,
it was necessary

for your safety...
as well as ours.

I was given a mission
by one of the 36.

Please... I must go.

I'm afraid that's not possible.

He will be here by
tomorrow morning.

Everything will be explained
then.

Wait.

Who will be?
Who is holding me here?

(keys jingling)

(lock clicks)

Look, Aster Corps is
a Fortune 50 company.

Why go to these lengths
for some number?

I can't explain it.

This isn't the first time
they've killed people,

and it won't be the last.

Aster Corps takes
what they want,

no thought to who they hurt.

And they always
get away with it.

Yeah, well, not anymore.

(garbled radio transmission,
distant sirens)

(phone ringing)

Hello?

We just dropped
Dr. Plimpton off

at West Los Angeles
Regional Hospital.

She'll be safe.

We're on our
way back home.

I'll call you as
soon as we get there.

Trevor,

thanks for everything.

I'm just glad
everyone's all right.

I'll talk to you later.

Bye.

JAKE:
There's nothing more terrifying
than the future.

And nothing more inevitable.

It's happening.

What, sweetheart?

What's happening?

(engine revving)

JAKE:
There are some futures
so devastating,

you can't imagine
surviving them.

(tires squeak)

(Jake grunts, yells)

So you fight and you run.

But no matter
how far you run,

or how hard you fight,
the future catches up.

(grunting)

(tires squealing)

Fate catches up.