All language subtitles for The Dead Zone - 1x13 - Destiny.en

I had the perfect life until
I was in a coma for six years.

Then I woke up
and found my fianc�e

married to another man.

My son doesn't know
who I am.

Everything has changed...

including me.

One touch,
and I can see things.

Things that happened.
Things that will happen.

You should see what I see.

What's it mean when rich folks
fill out the card?

- Means they got religion.
- And if they've got religion...

They want to buy.

- So what do we sell them?
- The whole set.

What are the big three?

Eye contact,

confidence, smile.

Don't screw this up.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Smith.
I'm James Stillson.

This is my son Greg.
We're from the church.

Can we borrow
just a moment of your time?

From First Beacon? I don't believe
I've seen you before.

That's right, ma'am.
Reverend Mackey sent us.

You filled out your name
on this card.

Oh, you're from
the Bible company.

- Now she's got it, junior.
- Well, l...

What I mean is we already have
several Bibles in the home.

Not like this one, ma'am.

As you can see, it has beautiful
art from all the great masters...

in color, of course.

This one is "Adoration
of the Magi" by Da Vinci.

See, thls Is baby Jesus
rlght there, see?

Beautiful.

There are over 45 of these color
plates, telling the whole story.

This one is Jesus
with the loaves and fishes.

You know your Bible
pretty well.

Now, you can see
how this adds value to a home.

I mean,
it sure has for mine.

Greg here
is living proof of that.

- I'll just get my pocketbook.
- Great.

Oh, Johnny,
I didn't see you there.

Johnny, is it?

Have you read
the good book, son?

(rumbllng effect)

Oh, boy, are you okay?

Oh, sweetie. You okay?
Need some water?

Johnny fell and knocked his head
on the ice about two months ago.

He's had a few fainting spells
since from the concussion.

You all right?

James:
Here's your Bible, ma'am.

All right, thank you.

(the me muslc playlng)

Oooh

Fall in love, fall in love,
fall in love

Fall in love...

Feel no shame
for what you are

Feel no shame
for what you are

Feel no shame
for what you are...

Fall in love,
fall in love

Fall in love.

So What are yo u g uys
readlng?

Well, we're up to
pulp detective novels.

They're more complex
than westerns.

Ooh, my favorite.

Hard-boiled cops
and femmes fatales.

Sleazy reporters, too.

Remember which sleazy reporter
hooked you up with this job.

For which I'm very grateful,
Your Highness.

You bet your ass.

I told you, I need one kid,
two days a week.

You're a teacher again.

I like Johnny the teacher.
There's no drama here.

- No stories for sleazy reporters.
- Now I just have to figure out

how to deal with
those femmes fatales.

Hey... what's up?

Hi.

Hi.

Hello.

Oh, um...
I'm here to pick you up.

It's Saturday...

the Mighty Clams
are scrimmaging, remember?

Oh, right.
Hey, Johnny...

Yeah, I actually forgot.

I have my last session
with that kid Chuck in 10 minutes.

Okay, that's no problem.
Hop in. We'll give you a ride.

Actually, I was going
to hitch a lift with Dana.

All right.

Go, Clams!

Yeah!

I promise I'll make
the next game.

Well, the next game
is against Heatherfield on Sunday.

Okay.

Okay, well,
go, Clams.

Win.

Score.

Boy: "The clerk barely
looked up to ask,

'Relation to the deceased? '

Hammond smiled, took off
his hat, and told the truth.

'He was my partner."'

- Damn. Good ending.
- (doorbell rings)

- And there's my friends.
- Right after questions.

Come on, Smitty, I already
graduated. You were there.

- Tell it to the SATs.
- That's four weeks from now.

Johnny:
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Tonight on the other hand...

is the party.

Come on, guys.

There he is.

I just want you to know

that this is not a measure
of my level of gratitude.

Thank you.

You succeeded where
others failed. Remember that.

Chuck's the one
who succeeded.

- It's the high achievers...
- Wait. Shh.

Reporter:
I didn't mean to imply that.

I'm having difficulty trying
to articulate your platform.

One wants to say
moral reform...

Well, yes, but no.

I don't want to reform
the morals of the people.

The people have morals.
They're Americans.

What they need
is respect and faith,

and those are two things that
they're not getting from Washington,

where Democrats and Republicans
from every level of office

are using taxpayers' time
and money

to cheat on their wives
and diddle the staff interns.

- Did he just say "diddle"?
- I love this guy.

Reporter: So you're against
big government.

I am against
bad government, George,

and I've got a message
for every selfish, godless,

and just plain stupid old white man
out there who's a part of it...

Greg Stillson's
comin' to get you.

He going to bring
his 30-ought with him?

Thank you.
And there you have it,

State Representative
Gregory Ammas Stillson,

ex-real estate, insurance,
and Bible salesman,

and now the favored candidate
for Maine's second

district congressional seat
in Washington.

They're really serious
about this guy?

Yo u knoW, yo u have to start
readlng the neWspapers agaln.

People are going nuts
over this... nut.

"A breath of fresh air."

Don't worry,
they'll come to their senses.

- Jack, come say goodbye.
- Hey, Dad.

Smitty, picking up
your paycheck?

Pay this man what he wants.
He is a God.

(croWd screamlng)

Hmm, smells good.

Hey, whatever happened
to Dana?

Is she still hanging
around the office?

Dana Bright?

Not really. Why?

Oh, I was just wondering.

I assume she's still
working the police beat,

but she's always looking
for a promotion.

She did some articles on Johnny,
but maybe she moved on

to something better.

(telephone rlnglng)

- Hello?
- Johnny: Sarah. Is Walt there?

Look, graduation parties
and Cathy's steakhouse

are a 20-year-old tradition.

I'm not going to ruin the night
for all of these kids

because some "psychic" happens
to predict that maybe something...

Okay, sir, I'll say it again.
Tonight, your restaurant

will be struck by lightning.
The insulation will burn.

There will be a flash fire,
and the doors are going to jam.

There'll be bodies
six or seven deep in your exits.

- What don't you understand?
- You sick son of a bitch.

- Are you threatening me?
- I'm warning you.

Sheriff, I want this man
off my property right now.

- No.
- No?

I've been through this enough
to know that what Johnny sees

is what's going to happen.

You know,
I see things too...

like a blue sky,
and I don't see any clouds.

Yeah, no lightning rod
on your roof, either.

Does that violate a code?

No, no law says I have
to have a lightning rod.

- It's strongly recommended.
- "Strongly recommended," is it?

Well, I strongly recommend
that all of you people

try running a business,
because maybe if you did,

then you'd appreciate
what closing down

on the busiest night of the year
might really mean.

We're not talking about closing
down but burning down, okay?

- There's a difference.
- Listen to him.

Or what? You'll arrest me
for not listening?

HoW abo ut
reckless endang erment?

Great...

free lawsuit money.

- Cuff me.
- You want to try that,

see how it works out for you?

Excuse me.

What's it going to take for me
to convince you, sir?

Your problem's not with me.

There's no way I'll let Chuck
come here tonight.

- What? Dad!
- No way.

What the hell
am I supposed to do?

They can come to our house,
the whole class.

I can make that happen for tonight.
Better food, better music.

We have to contact
all the parents and students,

rlght aWay, please.

Come on, son.

We have a lot
of phone calls to make.

(hl p-ho p muslc plays)

Look at this.
See, I told you,

there is nothing...
nothing to worry about.

They're not all here.

Come on.

(thunder rumbles)

(pollce slrens Walllng)

(flre men screamlng)

(Wo man glggllng)

I better see
what he's doing.

- God is my witness.
- Oops-a-daisy. Off you go.

Hi, Daddy.

What the hell is this?

I told you to stay away
from the volunteers.

She was helping me
get dressed.

And you were supposed to be
watching out for this kind of crap.

- I told you not...
- Shut up!

Now, I'm not calling
you dumb.

I'm saying that some
of the things you do are dumb.

Now, zip up your fly
and make yourself presentable.

(zl p closlng)

We have a major photo op.

- Move your hands.
- It's fine. Relax.

(slghs)

Stillson's voice: Pain...

that's all I can say.

When I talk about holes
in the system,

this is exactly
what I'm talking about.

There are nine
innocent lives lost

because there wasn't
a lightning rod on that building.

Why? Because some bureaucrats
from Augusta

didn't see fit
to pass Proposition 91.

The first week I'm in office,
you'll see a lightning rod

on every public building
from Van Buren to Kittery.

That's a fact.

What's your comment
on Johnny Smith,

the psychic who saved
so many lives last night?

Well, ma'am, I would say
that we wouldn't need psychics

if the government was ensuring
the safety of its citizens.

Hey, there he is.

Reporter #1: Johnny!

Reporter #2: Did you really see
this was happening?

Did you call the police?

Well, how about that?
Upstaged by a psychic.

Look at them go.

They're not serious
about this guy, are they?

Well, he must be good.

Can't blame him for working
the angle. We've all been there.

Stillson: And let
us take heed from proverbs,

chapter five, verse three.

"For the lips of
an adulteress drip honey,

and her voice
is smoother than oil.

But in the end,
she is bitter as gall,

sharp as
a double-edged sword.

Her feet go down to death;

her steps lead
straight to the grave.

She gives no thought
to this way of life.

Her paths are crooked...

but she knows it not."

(falnt moanlng)

Charlotte?

Where are you?

Woman: Is that...
is that you?

(screamlng)

Hang on.

Woman: My God!
What are you doing to my baby?

Stillson: It's all right.
It's okay, it's okay.

- Come here.
- (screaming)

- Come here.
- Man: What the hell?!

Whoa! Hang on,
hang on, old man.

Woman:
Henry, do something!

- You let her loose.
- Just drop it, old man.

- You... you!
- Stillson: Drop it.

- Daddy...
- Listen to me, all right?

That's a Remington 12-gauge
shotgun you've got there.

Now, we both know there's
no way you're going to hit me

- without tearing up your baby here.
- (mother shrieking)

Now, we're going to do this
like gentlemen, all right?

There's a rule,
first one being

you keep that bitch's
pie-hole shut!

Woman:
He's taking her!

Goddamn primates!

I'm done with this, done.

Driving into pissant towns,
knocking on doors...

I'm through with this.

I'm meant for something more.

Something...
something better.

Like my dad says...
"greatness."

And it's not in this.

It's in me!

I've got dreams,
powerful dreams.

Just come to me at night.

I don't know what they mean,

but they come to me.

I'll get there someday,
I know.

I know I'll get there.

It hasn't happened yet,

but I can feel it coming.

I know it's going to come.

You know what I mean?

Take me with you.

"Take me with you..."

We're looking for
information on Johnny.

What can you tell us
about Johnny?

What are you people
doing here?

What's going on?

You want your picture
in the paper?

"Dear Johnny."

"Dear Johnny."

Gas bill.

"Dear Johnny."

You going
to make a move?

You know you got a letter
from Dateline NBC?

All right.

It says they want an interview,
and that they've written twice

and they've called you
three times.

How long you going
to keep this up?

- Till they forget about me.
- Which they're not going to do.

You can disconnect your phone, lock
yourself in, play chess all day...

you'll only end up more famous,
like JD Salinger.

- I was hoping for Willy Wonka.
- Good, a joke.

We should be
joking about this.

It's ridiculous, but it's
the way the world works.

If you're a psychic who ends up

saving the lives
of hundreds of people,

Barbara Walters will call.

NBC will call.

I'm not worried about them.

It's, uh...

Florence Wickett from Boulder.

"My husband ran out
on me in 1996.

Here's a pair of his socks.
Could you tell me where he is

so I can get child support
out of the cheap bastard?"

How about Michelle
Barnes from LA?

"Dear Mr. Smith, my baby
choked to death last year.

Here's his rattle. Please tell me
if he's happy with the angels."

Or better yet,
there's good old anonymous

from Traverse City, Michigan...

who hopes I burn in hell.

"Dear Mr. Smith, did you know
the Bible says

reg ular slnners g et tossed
Into a lake of flre,

but false prophets burn
forever and ever?"

Johnny...

- Here's another one.
- (cell phone ringing)

- Johnny Smith's cell phone.
- Hey, Bruce, it's Sarah.

- Oh, hey, hey, Sarah.
- Is Johnny there?

Uh, no, no,
Johnny's not here.

I'm just dropping
some stuff off.

Okay.

- Could you do me a favor?
- Sure.

Put him on.

- Hello.
- You don't want to talk to me?

You just caught me
at a bad time. What's going on?

You tell me.
You don't return your calls.

- You don't leave your house.
- What do you want me to say?

Nothing.

I want to see you.

Why?

Why?

- I have to have a reason?
- Everybody else does.

You know what?

You need to stop feeling
sorry for yourself.

What happened at that restaurant
wasn't your fault,

- and all those people who...
- You want to come give me advice?

I'll save you the trip.
I don't want any.

I just want to be left alone.
Thanks.

You have any advice for me?

No, man.

You seem to have it
all figured out.

Thank you.
And... yes?

Reverend Purdy,
Alex Ross, WPOV.

Most will be surprised
to see you backing Greg Stillson

as an independent candidate.
Does this signal

the alliance breaking
its ties with the GOP?

Alex, I've never felt

that I, nor, for that matter,
the Faith Heritage Alliance

swore loyalty to any particular
political party.

My responsibility
is to find the candidate

most dedicated
to God's agenda,

and in this election year,
that candidate

is Greg Stillson.

- Reverend Purdy.
- Yes, Dana.

How are you planning to address
your candidate's checkered past?

The allegations of bribery,
for example?

That is not appropriate.

This is a press conference
for a press statement.

You want to mudsling, buy some
airtime and shoot a commercial.

Really, Dana, I'm surprised

that this sort of rumor-mongering

isn't beneath you.

The Bible says, "Thou shalt not
be a talebearer amongst others."

Leviticus, chapter 19.

That is why I like this man.

My support for Greg Stillson

is founded on his vision
for the future,

which promises
to be very bright.

Today, we announce this
to the press,

and on Saturday, we share it
with the members

of the Interfaith Festival.

Reverend, what's your association
with the psychic Johnny Smith?

(exclted questlonlng erupts)

Johnny Smith is
a very dear friend of mine.

I have known him
since his birth,

and, in fact,
for the last five years,

- I've been his legal guardian.
- Do you believe in his tricks?

- Do you really believe in him?
- (questioning continues)

Please, please.

I believe in miracles
of all shapes and sizes,

and Johnny Smith deals
in the realm of big miracles.

I have been privileged to witness
some of them for myself.

Of course, he has his share
of detractors,

but then, so did Abraham.

So did Daniel.

So did Christ.

(Interco m buzzzlng)

Johnny, it's Gene Purdy.
May I come in?

I'm glad
you stopped by.

I've wanted to for some time,
but I felt you needed your space.

I need money, Gene.

- Of course.
- No, a lot of it.

I want to drain my trust.

I'm taking a trip.

I'm probably not going
to come back for a while.

You can do
whatever you want to.

Of course,
I'll honor your wishes...

but at least consider my offer.

What offer?

You can't live your life
under siege conditions.

I know that.
I want to help you.

- Help me with what? The mail?
- The mail, the media,

the chaos outside your door.

I can even arrange
for living quarters on campus

if you'd like.

Or you can just live here,

but the bottom line is,

I want to use my resources
to protect you.

What do you get out of it?

Tell me, Johnny, have you...

have you ever had
a boring vision?

What?

In all the time that
your dead zone has been active,

have you ever touched someone
and seen them mowing the lawn?

- No.
- And you know why that is?

I'll tell you why.

Because you are important.

You mean "unfortunate."

I know this is not the life
you would have chosen,

but it is the life
that chose you,

and you cannot
deny the possibility

that some other force
is guiding you,

choosing what you see.

Just say his name.
I know you're dying to.

Destiny, Johnny.

It is your destiny
to help people.

- I truly believe that.
- I always thought destiny

- was just a rosier word for fate.
- You can call it whatever you like,

but every event in your life
has been preparing you for this...

lessons...

to make you ready.

- Ready for what, Gene?
- Ah...

I will make it
my mission in life

to help you discover
exactly what that is.

Think it over.

Call me when you're ready.

Sarah?

- My God, you scared me.
- Scared you? How'd you get in here?

You gave these to me
10 years ago.

- I was just bringing them back.
- 10:00 at night,

- you're returning my keys?
- Well, I would've called,

- but that didn't work last time.
- I'm sorry about that.

Oh, Johnny,
look at this place.

- Johnny: It's not that bad.
- No, itjust needs a bulldozer.

Why did you really
come here, Sarah?

I, uh...

I came because I wanted
to give you something.

My keys?

Something else.

You recognize this?

You won it for me
in a nickel machine

the night of the county fair.
Remember?

You put it on my finger
in the car,

and you said,
"I know it's not three carats,

but it is two months' salary."

And how long have you been
holding on to that thing?

I always meant
to give it back to you.

I just wanted to do it
at the right time,

and then I realized
there may never be a right time.

- Why'd you come over here?
- I just told you.

How many times
are you going to ask me?

Till you give me
the real answer.

I don't know.

I thought I knew.

I don't know, maybe
because sometimes

I wake up in the middle
of the night,

and for a second
I forget who I am.

But then I look over at Walt,
and remember.

But the first thing,
the first thought

that goes through my mind

is that somehow
I've been cheated.

And then I start to think,
"What if?"

What if you were never
in that car crash?

What if you and I never
made a son that night?

But then it passes,

and I'm myself again.

Except that lately...

it hasn't been passing...

And I don't know
if that's because

I feel like
you're slipping away from me

or if it's because my heart
is trying to tell me something.

Do you believe in fate, Johnny?

I don't know yet.

You don't know?

Doesn't that kill you,
not knowing?

I mean...

do you ever
think about it?

Ever?

I never stopped
thinking about it.

Wait.

I'm afraid, Sarah...

of what I'll see.

My maiden name
was Bracknell, yes.

I'm glad you're here.

Are you sure we're not real,
Johnny?

I brought someone
I want you to meet.

I want him to know you.

Purdy's voice:
You are important.

I know this is not the life
you would have chosen,

but it is the life
that chose you,

and you cannot
deny the possibility

that some other force
is guiding you,

choosing what you see.

It is your destiny
to help people.

I truly believe that.

Every event in your life
has been preparing you...

for this.

Lessons...

to make you ready.

Greg, this rat should be crawling
over to our office.

- You're the mayor.
- But then there's no surprise.

- Ouch.
- Look at this.

(Whlstles)

(phone rlngs)

(phone contlnues rlnglng)

Woman: Charlie,
Mayor Stillson is here.

How's tricks, Charlie?

I'm busy here.
What do you want?

Just wanted to chat
with an old buddy.

Are you too busy to chat?
You've been chatting

- to the Bangor Daily all week.
- What are you talking about?

No, it's what
you're talking about.

Dirty real estate deals,
kickbacks, payoffs.

One hand washing the other.

- You're a regular Deep Throat.
- That Shady Pines article?

- You think I was the source?
- Charlie, don't.

Just don't. We know.

You know, Charlie,
something I learned

runnlng fo r offlce...

is that it's good practice
to make a list

of friends and enemies,

and to make sure
all the people that count

are on one side or the other.

You think you can scare me
by putting my name on some list?

Charlie...

You know, as of yet,
you're not on either list.

Because up until now,
you just didn't matter.

You know what, Greg?

You can put my name
on whatever list you want.

So here. Go blackmail
someone who cares.

Who said anything
about blackmail?

- Hey!
- Charlie, Charlie...

- Greg: Let me tell you a story.
- Charlie: Stop!

A story about a man who finds
some pictures in the mail,

photos of himself
and another woman.

- Charlie: Linda!
- That's right, Charlie,

Linda, his secretary.

Charlie: Call the police!

- Linda, help!
- What, they didn't tell you?

- I quit.
- Linda's got a new job.

So the man is devastated.
He's sick to his stomach.

Then the phone rings,
and a voice on the other line

tells him that his wife
has been sent the photos,

as well as her family
and his family, etc.

And then you know
what the poor sap does?

He throws himself out
of his 15th-story window.

The body hits a parking meter,
head snaps clean off.

- I'll do anything you want.
- Do you know what?

You want to steer clear
of me, all right?

You want to let
somebody else stop me,

somebody with
a lot less to lose.

I won't stop you.

That's right,

let somebody else
be the hero.

In the meantime, I'll put you
on my friends list.

Don't worry so much.

I'm not going to be
mayor forever.

...for the office
of State Representative.

I, Gregory Ammas Stillson,

do solemnly swear
to support the Constitution

of the United States
of America

and the Constitution of Maine

against all enemies,
foreign and domestic...

- Lord, you're awake.
- Something's wrong.

Greg: I take
this obligation freely,

without mental reservation
or purpose of evasion,

and that I will well
and faithfully

discharge the duties
with which I am about to enter.

Johnny's voice:
Something's wrong.

Something's wrong.

- You all finished?
- Mm-hmm.

- You ready for your big day?
- You ready for your big day?

Am I ready for my big day?
Ready as I'll ever be.

Mom knows how much
I love crowd control.

- Call me at halftime.
- Okay.

Aren't you going
to have any breakfast, Mom?

I already had
a grapefruit.

- Bye.
- Bye.

(retches)

(so bblng)

What the hell's
going on here?

Yeah, and it's not
even Sunday.

- Would you like a Stillson button?
- No, thanks.

- Yeah.
- Thank you.

Maybe I should come back
tomorrow, huh?

Come back tomorrow.

Johnny! I didn't expect
to see you so soon.

Neither did I.
This is my friend, Bruce.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Have you considered my offer?
- I won't take that trip after all,

and I was thinking that,
at least on a trial basis,

- I could use your resources.
- Great!

Man: It's Johnny!

I was thinking maybe I could
start right about now.

Woman: Johnny!

I see what you mean.
Come with me.

There's someone
I want you to meet.

You saw something,
didn't you?

I'm not sure what,
but...

Johnny Smith,

Greg Stillson,
future congressman,

future senator, future...

who knows?

- Reverend, we're ready.
- Excuse me, gentlemen.

- I've heard of you.
- Likewise.

Any friend of Reverend Purdy
is a friend of mine.

It's nice to meet you.

Purdy: And now I'd like
to introduce a man,

a young man who represents hope
for the next generation,

a man who bridges the gap

between the value of tradition
and the idealism of youth,

because it is that bridge
which will define

our common destiny
in the next millennium.

Greg Stillson!

Hello.
Thank you very much.

Thank each and every one of you
for showing up today.

Glad you could make it.

This is the guy.
This is the guy.

My friends,
hold it, please.

I'd like to introduce
one more man.

You've seen him in the papers,
you know his name,

and I'm proud to tell you that
he's agreed to join our cause...

Johnny Smith.

(croWd cheers)

Come. Come here.
Come in here.

Greg: Thank you very much,
everyone.