All language subtitles for Nowhere Man - S01E23 - Zero Minus Ten

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.

All because of a single photograph.

I have it. They want it.

And they will do
anything to get the negative.

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

I know they are.

They have to be.

Are you with us?

Tom?

Tom?

Are you with us?

Tom?

Tom?

Are you with us, Tom?

Can you hear me?

Take it easy, Tom.

Don't rush yourself.

Well...

What is this place?

It's going to take some time, Tom.

You're in the hospital.

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

Easy, Tom.

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

That's where you are.

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

Good.

That's very good.

Now, try and follow this light.

What's going on?
Please, Tom, I just need to

run a few more basic
tests, if you could...

You were in a car accident, Tom.

Things were pretty
close there for a while.

You've been in a coma for three months.

For three months?

You have no idea yet,
but you're a very lucky

man to have come
through it this well, Tom.

Well, I don't want to move too fast,

but there's someone here who might do a
better job of bringing a smile to your face.

Welcome back.

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

Hospital regulations.

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

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

So is this the way it's going to be?

What did you expect?

I don't know. You know, maybe that you'd
be as happy to see me as I am to see you.

Well, the last two times I saw you,
Allison, you weren't exactly on my side.

The doctor's in on this.

He's part of it.

On your side?

Fraternizing with Dr. Bellamy.

Cooking a Christmas turkey.

Or maybe that was part of the nightmare
I had while I was supposedly in a coma.

Keep talking about this.
The doctor explained it, Tom.

The things that people see when they're
in your condition, none of it is real.

There is no them. There is no enemy.

It's just you and me, like always.

I guess we have different views of always.

Tom, think about it.

If what you described in your nightmares
was real, then how do you explain this?

You're here. I'm here being
discharged from the hospital this morning,

being in the hospital in the first place.

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

doesn't make the opposite
of that something the truth.

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

What opening?

The opening that we've
both worked so hard to get.

Your show, the photos.

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

Allison, what are the rules of the
game here? Who put you up to this?

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

Officer Bravo, step out of the
car, please, sir. Officer, please,

this man hid in the back seat of my car.
I've never seen him before in my life.

I've never seen him before in my life.

It's insane! It's insane!

Are you all right?

Stop the car.

I can't. I'm in the middle of traffic.

I said stop the car!

Tom!

Tom? What are you
doing? Are you crazy? Tom!

Hey! Wait!

Excuse me, sir.

You're Thomas Vail.

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

It's private property. Get out of here.

We're not here to hurt you.

We're not even here to arrest you.

Well, that's a relief.

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

We're here to take you home.

Is this the place, sir?

Yeah.

Thank you.

You might want to go easy, Mr. Vale.

Take some time off to adjust to things.

Who are you?

Come on, what the hell is going on?

Listen to me.

Whether you believe it or not, I am your
wife, and I love you. Now, in the future,

no matter how scared you get,
don't do anything like that again.

I don't think my heart can take it.

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

I get scared too, you know?

I'm sorry.

The place looks like it always did.

Why shouldn't it?

Well, that's right, yeah.

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

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

Tom, what are you talking about?

Well, all this, the house, the hospital,

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

What do you hope to gain?

So, hey, who called the cops?

Larry.

What are you doing back?

I mean, it's great to see you.

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

What, give you time to pack and move?
No way. So you had a good sleep, huh?

You look the same to me.

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

It's me, buddy, in the flesh.

What are you trying to prove?

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

I thought you'd be glad to see me.

You okay, pal?

Well, so you just
conveniently rose from the dead?

No, I came back from Venezuela. Not
that there's much of a difference.

That makes either of you
think I would believe this.

Larry Levy is dead.

Tom, please.

I was there. I saw it.

Larry, um, Tom's had a
pretty rough week. He's, uh...

Had some dreams, nightmares.

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

Maybe seeing you will... What?

Jog my memory?

I'm gonna make some coffee.

Look, buddy, you know, I'm sorry I
wasn't around when all this went down.

But I'm not dead, and I did call almost
every day. I watched you like a hawk.

Were you afraid of losing a client?

What?

Tom, I thought we were friends.

Where did we meet?

Excuse me? Where did we meet?

When was it that you and I first met?

Look, this is, um, Ted's.

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

Where do we go after you won
that copyright case from me?

Tom, come on, what is this,
meet the press? Answer me.

We went to Sammy's Tavern, all right?

Tom, what the hell are you doing?

I'm dead, Larry.

What were you doing in
South America for three months?

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

I had business down there. This
may come as a surprise to you,

but I do have other clients.

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

How do you make a kamikaze kit?

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

Oh, God. It's you, isn't it?

No, I don't think so.

He's upstairs sleeping.

I haven't made up my mind yet.
This is a very big undertaking.

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

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

I told you I haven't decided yet.

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

What about the schedule? We're
supposed to be finished with it.

I can't talk to you right now,
okay? I will call you later.

Who was on the phone?

Oh, that was nothing.

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

It was just Ben.

Ben? Ben who?

Ben Dobbs, your occasional
assistant at the gallery.

Oh, and what are your plans with Ben?

Tom, please. Oh, what?

I mean, it's my show,
right? I mean, it's my opening.

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

Ben and I are trying to
decide whether or not it's

a good idea to go on
with things as planned.

Your opening is
scheduled for tomorrow night.

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

Everything's ready. If you are.

Where is it?

Where is what?

You know what I'm talking about.

We don't.

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

Is that the wrong location?

Where is Hidden Agenda?

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

I'll bet you don't. In
case you don't remember

filling my chemical cabinet with coffee...

Clearing out my files.

What do you know? They're here.

Why'd you hide the
photograph, Allison, huh?

Tom, I... Tom, please!

Oh, come on.

What's the game?

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

Ben, call someone. Call the police.

Ben, stay right where you are.

I'm just tired of the game,
Allison. I don't want to play anymore.

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

I'm listening.

Tom, maybe if you describe the photograph.

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

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

Tom, what the hell are you doing?

Larry, please.

You're not careful, Tom. You're
gonna set a fire with that thing. Well,

I might just have to do that, Larry.

It's the nightmares.

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

This is the nightmare! Whoa, whoa,
whoa. Tom, just take it easy. Hang on.

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

It's gone.

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

All I know is that they want it.

Who's they, Tom?

Them.

And the rest of them.

And you're sure about this?

Man, what happened to
me was real. Tom, look,

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

Maybe the picture was misplaced.

But don't do this.

It's not right. This
isn't who you are, Tom.

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

I hope not.

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

If you said something, I knew
I could take it to the bank.

This isn't you, Tom, no matter what.

Honey, if you would just listen to me.

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

They're watching me.

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

Just what the hell is this
photograph supposed to be?

It's a photograph of an execution. Four
men were hanged. You know who they are?

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

And you have no idea why
anyone would want it or you?

No.

Are you listening to yourself, Tom?

I mean, taking
everything you told me at face

value, how does it fit?
How does it all work?

You were in a car accident, buddy.

You were in the hospital for three months
in a coma. You were in Venezuela, Larry.

You weren't here. You didn't
see it with your own eyes.

It just seems awfully convenient, buddy,

that all this happened
just when I happened

to be out of the country for three months.

Well, or it was planned that way.

I'm not crazy, Larry.
These weren't dreams. No?

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

You said it looked... No,
listen, man, they brought somebody in.

They made him look like you.

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

You've got no idea what
these people are capable of.

If they want to make somebody look
and act like you, they can do it.

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

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

maybe they're trying to drive me insane.

Maybe think that I was losing everything.

Okay, okay, look, look, look.
Let's say I take a slide on this one.

Why?

What's the point?

Why make you think you
were in a coma and then

take the photograph that
you say they're after?

Because they don't really have it.

But I thought you said...
No, no, I said they wanted it.

I didn't say they have it. I've got it.

I just... I just... I
can't remember where I was or

what I was doing before
this whole thing started.

I just... If I could remember, I...

They know me, Larry. They know I'm
gonna do anything to get the negative back,

and that's probably exactly
what they expect me to do.

They're gonna be there when I
find it. That's pretty intense.

It's a possibility, man.

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

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

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

it's a chance I gotta take.

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

Good.

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

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

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

There were dupes of that
negative in that envelope.

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

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

That's what I'm telling you.

That's funny. Someone
turned the lights out.

Damn it. Breaker must have kicked.
Look, the safe's in my office. Wait here.

I do some of my best
work here in the dark.

Hey, what are you... Oh!

All right, you all right?

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

Believe me now?

Not everything in the world
revolves around your problems, Tom.

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

Oh, wait a minute, wait a minute.

All right, this is it. I got it.

The negatives, the
negatives. All right, all right.

Got them.

This is what they came for.

Yeah, but they didn't get it.

No, I guess not.

Oh, wait a second.

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

They just left
something else in this place.

What the hell did they leave? Scenes
from my nightmare. Pictures from a coma.

So I guess this means it's my move.

It's still not proof, Tom.

Pictures of you in a straitjacket?

For all anyone else knows,

it could just be one of those
self-timer thigamid jigs that you took yourself.

Well, is that what you believe?

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

I'm telling you, there was no accident.

There was no coma. There's no nightmares.

And if nothing else, those negatives
proved that to me. Well, not enough, Tom.

Maybe not even for me.

Hey, let me ask you something.

If it wasn't a dream,
if you weren't in the

hospital for three months, where were you?

I told you, I don't know. I mean,

everything before I woke up
in the hospital is fuzzy.

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

Maybe somewhere I worked. I'm not sure.

I just need more time to...
Even without the negatives,

if you can prove that you were
somewhere else during the three

months that Allison said that
you were in the hospital...

Don't you think I've
already thought of that?

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

Where do we go from here?
You willing to go with me?

Up to a point.

Bring some girls, I go a little farther.

Play along with them.

Which means? I need
time. I mean, I gotta come

up with something, but I need more time.

The last thing I want is for
them to get their guard up, so...

So we'll go with the coma nightmare story,

and I'll apologize to
Allison and buy some time.

No chance I'm in a coma, huh?

No more than usual. Thanks.

Hey, Beat's getting stuffed into a closet.

I'll talk to you in the morning.

Allison?

Even better.

I'm sorry. About everything.

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

Please, what?

Please, what? Wait until you crack again?

Please, go to sleep with
you at night and wonder

if I'm gonna wake up in the morning?

I mean, what do you think?

Well, how do you expect me to feel?

I don't know exactly how
you're feeling. I mean,

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

listen, just wait a second.

I talked to Larry.

And, uh... This may be
too little too late.

He just convinced me that everything
you and the doctor had said is true,

and he told me about you calling me,
talking to you every day on the phone,

and keeping vigil at the
hospital and everything.

It's just gonna take time.

I have no reason to lie to you.

I know, I know.

I'm sorry. I love you, Tom, I really do.

I know, I know, I know. It's
just gonna take some time.

We'll both be fine.

Mom?

I phoned earlier. My name's Vail.

I need a duplicate of my admitting
records for my insurance company.

All right. Hold on a sec.

Vail Thomas Jay?

Yes.

Enter Swatkins to 4th West.

Larry, Larry, I got it.

Where the hell you been, pal?

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

Listen, Larry, I've got
it. I've got the proof.

I was admitted to the hospital only three
days before I came to. Are you serious?

Yeah, I found the original admitting form.

There's something else.

I'm beginning to remember where I
was when this whole thing started.

Where?

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

Tom, remember what you told me.

This may be exactly
what they want you to do.

Yeah, I know.

I'll see you tonight.

I had come back to
Evanston hoping to retrace

some of my steps leading up to my erasure.

I still wasn't completely sure,

but I thought that I
might have taken a job in

the printing plant for
the Evanston Tribune.

Somehow that felt right.

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

Tom, what's up?

Hi, Tom.

This may be exactly
what they want you to do.

The negative.

I want the negative.

This may be exactly
what they want you to do.

Excuse me.

Hi.

Hey, you promised me no more
disappearing marks. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I just needed to clear
my head. Let's get some time alone.

Hey, so you didn't wear
your good luck earring.

I didn't go with the dress.

Good luck goes with everything.

Not if you're a woman.

So, have you seen Larry?

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

Larry!

Okay, great, thanks.

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

I don't need this.

Tom, where have you been? I've
been worried sick about you.

Don't touch me.

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

It's too many.

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

Of course.

How much?

Tom.

How much?

As much as life itself.

As much as I thought you loved me.

You just liked Larry.

Look how he ended up. I
can't wait to see what

you got in store for the man you love.

What are you talking about?

You left a calling card.

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

I guess the honeymoon is over.

Wow, if it was ever real to begin with.

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

Like a photograph in the jungle.

I take it you found the negatives.

Why are they so important to you?

They would be telling, give them to me.

It's so cold.

Thank you.

What are these?

Other pictures of me in a
straitjacket. You should remember that.

Where's Hidden Agenda?

Well, that would be telling. I mean,

the last time I showed that photograph at
an opening, it was nothing but trouble.

I have to have that negative, Tom.

They... I want the negatives, Tom.

You'll have to kill me.

I will if I have to.

That's just a chance I'm gonna have
to take. I'm looking out of here.

Shooting you in the
back is no problem for me.

Well, it's true. You've already done that.

I will kill you, Tom.

No, you won't, Allison.

As more of my memories come back,

it becomes increasingly harder
to distinguish fact from fiction,

reality from utter fabrication.

But I must press on.

Finding the truth is my only road home.