All language subtitles for Nowhere Man - S01E09 - You Really Got a Hold on Me

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. 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.

For the last five months of
my life, I've been followed.

Followed in my nightmares,
followed in the harsh light of day.

Every time I turn to face my
pursuers, they vanish in the shadows.

They evaporate like so much smoke.

And I'm never sure that the next
time I'm followed won't be my last.

Hey, mister.

What are you doing here?

Hey!

Excuse me, ticket please.

He's going to feel a
little horse for days.

Who are you?

What the hell do you want?

Now, now, Tommy boy, is that any way to
talk to your one and only hand-picked,

self-appointed guardian angel?

Head wounds usually bleed
profusely. But yours isn't, Tommy boy.

Maybe you got nothing in there.

How do you know my name?

Oh, hell, Tommy boy. The things
I've got in this head of mine,

they keep your nightmares
busy for years to come.

What I know, what I
don't know, you're welcome.

What's that?

When somebody pulls your
ass out of the fire, Rob Roy,

it's considered good
manners to say, thank you.

No, I'm not Emily Post either.

Thank you.

Louie, looks like this could be the
beginning of a beautiful friendship.

Or should I say Tommy boy?

So how do you know my name?

Kind of hits you like a cold
bucket of ice, doesn't it?

But you kind of get used to
not hearing your own name.

Except inside your head.

I used to love this.

Don't you think it'd be a
good idea to get out of here?

I think it'd be a good
idea for you to shut

your mouth and let me
take a crack at this.

The secret is in the squeeze, Rob Roy.

You gotta squeeze it like
it's a beautiful woman.

You can't go pulling it like
the lonely guy that you are.

First thing I ever
want in my stinkin' life.

Cute, isn't he?

Hey, listen, pal, there's a night
watchman around here somewhere.

He's probably already called the cops.

All hell's gonna break loose
if we don't get out of here.

Correction.

All hell broke loose the minute
you stepped out of that toilet

in that restaurant and you couldn't
find your old lady. You know all this.

I asked you a question.

You're better off.

This stuff will kill you.

Well, this stuff is terrible.
You're really a jumpy sort, aren't you?

What do you think?

Who are you?

And I've been
lecturing you about mammoths.

Gus Shepherd.

And what do you want?

Bathroom would go over big right now.

Couple of hot dogs, cotton candy. My
bowels ain't what they used to be,

let me tell you. Here you drive.

It's only fair since I
just saved your ass.

Well, thanks for your help, Gus.

Oh, right.

Guy offers you the keys to his brand-new
Caddy, you turn your back and walk away.

It's even got the
friggin' North Star system!

Give you a lift, sailor?
Oh, come on, lighten up.

You've got more serious
problems than me, right?

I mean, you're out here
trying to get your life back,

and you're getting
nowhere pretty damn fast.

Look, I don't know what your game is,
Gus. I don't know how you know what you know.

I don't know whether
you're on my side or theirs,

but I'm sure as hell not
gonna chase around after you

like a dog, asking
questions, not getting any answers.

Well, that hurts.

That cuts deep.

Okay, you win.

I'm waiting.

Wrong robber.

You're driving.

Hey, what are you doing?

I was grooving pretty good back
here. What do you want from me, Gus?

First you saved my life, then
you point a gun in my face.

I realize my actions appear
contradictory, Tommy boy, but trust me,

I've got your best
interest at heart. I'm sure.

Now, don't get cynical.
You've got to have heart, kid.

You've got to have something to
believe in. Isn't that what keeps you going?

Something to believe in.

I've lived in this dump
for the last two years.

Ain't much here, huh?

25 years in a cardboard box.

It's kind of like what's left of a human
being after you take all the water out.

Pathetic. You going
somewhere, Gus? We, Tommy boy,

we are going on a long
night's journey into day.

Got some folks to see and a man to pay.

Hey, Gus, you got any coin?

Now, Tappola City, Mr. J.
Sorry. Hey, where you going?

The Hilton?

No, not quite. No, I'm tripping out. It's
the last hurrah. I'm going on the road.

Hey, maybe there's
something in there you can

find and sell it and buy
yourself a good meal, okay?

But this I'm taking.

See you, Mr. J.

You're on your own, Gus.

Whatever it is you got
planned, I'm not coming.

Get in the car.

You have to kill me.

Now, that's not a job for
the likes of me, Tony, boy.

Besides, they will
certainly get to you before I do.

And who are they?

Oh, no, no, no deal. You
refuse my offer of company,

you're not gonna get any answers.

It's a real pisser, isn't
it? You want to walk away,

and yet you feel you gotta
come along. Do I get in the car,

or do I let this
lunatic drive off by himself?

I've been doing fine on my own.

Yeah, you know all you
need to know about Allison.

About your mother's stroke,
and your friend, Larry Levy.

What do I do?

Decisions. Decisions.

Who are you?

You haven't figured it out yet, have you?

I'm you, Rob Roy. I'm you, 25
years down the line. You're driving.

They have a network, a whole system. You
have two nuts and your wits, and trust me,

they'll end up with most of that.

They didn't get you,
Gus. Oh, right, right.

What have I got to show for it?

Nothing, crapola.

Stinking hotel room and my
life in a cardboard box.

Victory.

What I'm trying to tell you,
Tom, is even if you win, you lose.

You never really
answered my question before.

What is at the end of the road?

At the end of the road...

When this tour is over, I plan to find
the best bottle of tequila I can find,

and drink it down to the worm,

and then put a 38 caliber police
special to the side of my head,

and hopefully not leave too much of a
mess for whoever has to clean it up.

You can get it all back,
Tommy boy, everything.

The two-story house in Evanston.
The wife, your wife, she loves you.

She just doesn't have your cojones.

All you have to do is tell
them what they want to know.

Sure, and when they have what they want,
they'll just let me get up and walk away.

You've got it, little
sprout. Yes, no questions asked.

Money back if you're not fully satisfied.
But try and get this through your head.

You give them what they want.

You're theirs, game, set, match.

You go home an empty
man, but you do go home.

Does this tour include breakfast?

I've thought this over
for a long time, Tommy boy.

I've been out here in the...

Middle of nowhere for 25 years.

I fought him, spat on
him, pissed on his shoes.

And look what it got me.

Here I am at the end of the line, sitting
here, having coffee with the likes of you.

Nobody twisted your arm.

I twisted it.

I made this decision. You
can't win, Rob Roy. Oh,

you may get in a couple of good shots,
but you can't win. They're too good.

And they got numbers on their side.

I just thought that maybe
before I... Well, I mean,

I thought that here in my wise old age...

Maybe I could pass on a
little wisdom to someone who

looks a lot like I did
when this thing started.

Here, read this yourself, Rob Roy.

Your mother was checked
into the emergency room of St.

John's Hospital in
Council Bluffs at 4.23 p.m.

on the 14th of May in the
year of our Lord this one.

That was before I even met Dr. Bellamy.

Your point...

My point is, if this is true,

then my mother's stroke had
nothing to do with what happened to me.

How can you be sure of that?

Because it seemed important for
Bellamy to know about my family.

I always figured
that... And he kept pressing.

But if my mother got sick
before that happened...

Yes, it's quite a guessing game, isn't it?

But you never know. You
could be right about this one.

I'll tell you one
thing. They are not perfect.

They do make mistakes. But so do you.

Can I keep this?

Keep it? Of course you can keep it.

It'll probably fit very nicely
in your little cardboard box.

What is this place?

He'd give you left nut to
find a place like this.

This is where it all started.

Looks harmless, doesn't it?

It looks like a civil service office.

Appropriate.

Pick up the phone.

Pick it up!

Dial 768.

Somebody's supposed to answer.

Don't you just love these guys?

Got to give them
credit, though. They've got a

real flair for this kind
of crap. Come on down.

How far down are we?

We're about 25 stories down.

Don't want to be overheard by
any curious prairie dogs up there.

Identification confirmed.

Thank you, Dr. Richards.

Look and learn something, Tommy boy.

Paranoia.

The early days.

Hey, who is Dr. Richards?

You had your Bellamy, I had my Richards.

Both second-tier operatives,

both purveyors of a little-known
clause in the Hippocratic Oath,

do unto others before they do unto you.

This is how you found out about me?

Once upon a time, I learned a lot from
this place, but that was six years ago.

You're a more recent acquisition. It
was easy enough to find you, though.

But I've been tapped into their
system ever since I found this place.

Looks like there hasn't
been anybody here in years.

I think I told you, Rob Roy. I
hit him pretty good in my day.

But you wouldn't believe what
it took to find this place.

You can see how far it got me.

Yeah, but...

There's computers and records.

I mean, there's got to be a
way that we can... Downspot,

12 years it took me to find this place,

then another four to rig the scanner
so that I could pass on Richard's ID.

And get this, the day I
get here, voila, closed.

Locked, empty, erased, gone, vision.

Nobody minding the store.

They found out.

They always find out.

Well, then what's it still doing here?
I mean, why did they leave it intact,

knowing that you could bring people
here and prove to them what you knew?

Bring people here? Have
you ever tried to explain

to somebody just what happened to you?

I mean, if someone saw it... Military.

National security. Double talk.

Huh. Who do you think
they're going to believe?

Still would have been worth a try.

You might have found
somebody who would have listened.

Ugh, Rob Roy!

You sound like a virgin in a whorehouse.

Listen to what I'm trying to tell you.

Every time you think you've
got something, it's gone.

Smoke.

You know, I took photographs because I
thought they were a record of the facts.

You know, an unblinking
eye at the world around us.

I actually thought that my
camera was a recorder of the truth.

Well, you've been humbled
a little bit, haven't you?

They have places like this so
that they can manufacture the truth.

They stamp it out like
so many bottle caps.

What do they want from you?

Does it matter?

It might.

I was a designer in electronics.

I was doing some research on
inexpensive alternatives to petrol.

In just my luck, I found it.

Self-destruct mechanism is now armed.
There are two minutes until self-destruct.

What the hell'd you do?

I knew it. This place is armed
with a self-destruct mechanism just

in case the men in blue feel
they have to cover their tracks.

There are 100 seconds until self-destruct.

Son of a gun. I wonder just what
kind of device they've got rigged here.

Gus, don't you think we
better get out of here?

It's like I told you, Rob Roy. These
guys don't leave a stone unturned.

Well, let's go.

When push comes to shove, they'll
press the button on themselves.

There is one minute until self-destruct.

I'm going.

Ah, you were once my pride
and joy. Bye-bye, darling.

There are 40 seconds until self-destruct.

Come on!

There are 30 seconds until self-destruct.

Come on! Five, four, three, two, one.

What are we doing here?

Hey, just sit back and enjoy the scenery.

Hey, you're not Gus.

You're not thinking about... I'm always
thinking about I can't always afford it,

but I'm always thinking
about it, aren't you?

I've had other things on my mind.

Are you still feeling
married? Don't worry, kid.

It goes away. It takes a
while, but it goes away.

Oh, I've bummed him out.

I've ruined the mood here.

Well, take a look around, Rob
Roy. This is your life now.

Do you think you're going to have a
meaningful relationship in your condition?

First person that offers you tenderness,

you're probably going to run like
hell thinking she's up to something.

Hey, lady, how many
times do I have to tell you?

You have to learn to close the sale.

Yeah, well, that guy
wanted me to wear baby clothes.

Hey, if he wants to spring for the
diapers, I'm game, but I don't carry a trousseau.

Long time no see, Gus.

What can I tell you?

Tina, this is Tom. Tom
is Tina. How you doing?

Lousy.

I think it's going to
be a really slow night.

Hey, you boys game for
a little one-on-one?

You got a friend for Tommy,
boy? Gus, Gus. Put a sock in it.

I think I saw Mary around.

I think you'll like Mary.

I think she's just your speed.

Ten minutes? The Edison?

No, this isn't for the usual. We're
gonna do something special tonight.

Oh, yeah?

What do you have in mind, Gus?

What are you doing, Gus? Why are we here?

Unfinished business, Rob Roy, tying
up the loose ends, saying my goodbyes.

To Tina?

To Tina, damn right.

What, you got a problem with that?

No.

Let me tell you something, Pally.

I've come through this town maybe two
dozen times over the past 20 years or so.

The last eight of them,
this lady has provided

me with a few hours of comfort and solace,

breaking up the regular
routine of anxiety and misery.

And you paid her for it. So what?

Are you making some kind
of value judgment here?

No, no.

I paid her for it.

How else do you think
I was going to get it?

You think you're going
to have it any better?

No, this is it, babe.

I haven't had much, but I have had Tina.

And you can call it anything you want.

But it's the only love
and affection I got.

So I figured it was time, you know,
take her out, treat her like a lady,

show her that I appreciate her.

Here's to you, Tina, the love of my life.

Sit down.

Oh, did I tell you guys Tom here
is a world-famous photographer?

Really? Whose pictures have you taken?

It's more of a what than a who.

I'm a photojournalist.

Oh, cool.

Have you ever taken
Julia Roberts' picture?

No, no, I've never met Julia Roberts.

Oh, yeah, me neither.

But it'd be great,
though, don't you think?

Yeah, yeah, it'd be great.

So, Gus, what is all this?

What gives?

Well, hopefully the two of you, if
the stakes are any good in this place.

Do you want to dance, Tina?

Sure, guys.

Gus seems nice.

Yeah.

If you are unsure and question
me I'll give you all my love

What's going on here, Gus?

You're not getting all
romantic on me, are you?

It's pathetic.

I'm a tired old cliché kiddo.

Went and fell in love with a hooker.

And you'd think, you'd
think I'd be past that.

Yeah, I would.

Way past.

Well, I'll tell you this, my darling Tina.

I may have said a lot of things,
but I never said I was perfect.

You know, I remember seeing
old guys sitting in the park.

I was doing this, and I prayed to God
that I would never end up one of them.

As usual, he listened to me.

There's got to be another way, Gus.

No.

No, they like it when you
toss it out just like this.

I'm not talking about the pigeons.

Talk about you.

How long you been out there now?

Few months, and you're asking me
about another way? Hey, kid, catch.

Oh, oh, you got to keep your
eye on it a little better.

Now let's see what kind
of arm you got. All right.

Oh, good throw. Good arm. All right,
keep your eye on it. There you go.

Right to him, and he's got it. Good
catch. Good throw to home. Throw home.

Hurry up. Home. Hurry up.

Out.

Great throw. Great throw. Come
on over here a little closer.

I want to get a better look at you.

Come on.

Come on, I'm not gonna bite you.

It's okay. I wanna ask you something.

You wanna be a big league
ball player when you grow up?

I don't know, maybe.

Don't know, maybe, eh?

Well, you know, it
takes an awful lot of hard

work, but if you want to, you go for it.

All right, go on out in
the outfield and see how

you play the outfield.
Here comes a long one.

I take it he's the
reason you've been back to

Milwaukee 24 times in the last two years.

Yeah, he's a great kid. I wish I
could know him a little better.

Okay!

Yeah! Jeremy!

I thought I told you to keep away from us.

Well, I know, but I want to talk to you.

We've got nothing to say to you.

Well, if you could just
listen, just for a minute.

There's something I need to tell you.

Do you want us to call the police again?

Just listen. Susan.

Please.

How do you know my name?

A lot of people asking
me that question lately.

Yep. Come on, sir.

Should have told her.

Why? She hasn't got a clue who I am.

She was two years old when it happened.

No, I'm at the end of my travels, Rob Roy.

No need to drag any
perfect strangers into it.

No need at all.

I'm telling you guys, she was
just standing there looking at me.

And the rain was just
coming down in buckets,

and she just stood there and stared at
me like she'd never even seen me before.

And there wasn't even a hint
of recognition in her eyes.

I don't know. I don't know, man.

I just... I think that probably hurts
more than anything else that's happened.

Having somebody that you
love just look at you like

they've never even seen
you before in their life.

Oh, God, I don't know.

Well, you know what the bear...

The bear of it is, in
five years' time, it won't

even matter anymore. Oh, you're wrong.

You're wrong.

There's something I will never forget.

Oh, no. No, you won't forget it.

Matter of fact, it'll haunt you
every time you close your eyes.

But after a while, it
won't matter anymore.

Oh, I promised you some frills and
chills before the end of the ride, Rob Roy.

What do you think of that?

Where did you get this?

Know what it is? Yeah, it's a
picture of me taking a picture.

Oh, Robbie boy. You've
got the looks, Rob Roy,

but you don't have the
brains to go with them.

Is a picture beginning to form?

Jungle, execution, Tommy boy recording
it all on film. What are you saying?

That there was somebody else
there taking photographs that day?

From what I heard, yours ain't got no
faces. They're all turned the other way.

Except for whoever took this one.

You're only a part of it.

Yeah, but who?

If there was somebody else taking... I
got what I got, and that's all she wrote.

I thought you'd be interested,

because this is why you're at
the top of their hit parade.

You look like a man
that could use a drink.

She makes such sweet music.

Oh, come on.

Gus, you don't have to do this.
Come on, you said it yourself.

Whoever these people are, they're
not perfect. They make mistakes.

Why give up hope now?

Can't think of a better time. Man,
you've been fighting for so long.

Why now? I mean, how can you be sure that
the next time you stumble onto something,

it isn't going to be the
thing that unravels at all?

How can you give up hope?

I'll tell you what you
start hoping for after a while.

You start hoping that
they'll make another move at you.

You start hoping that the
next game will be a good one.

And you look forward to their making
the next move because it keeps you sharp,

thinking that you can slip through it
one more time. That's what you hope for.

They haven't beaten you. Yes, they have.

Yes, they have, Rob Roy. Have you ever
heard of the Freedom of Information Act?

Well, here's to democracy.

Six months ago, I saw my friggin'
blueprints printed in a magazine,

courtesy of the U.S. Constitution.

You see how they get to you, Rob Roy.

They were all I had.

Those are the kind of
things keep you living.

They're what you end up living for.

Well, even they don't give a spit.

What's that?

Dr. Michael Richards.

The man who made all this possible.

I should send him a
Valentine and make him remember me.

I've been demoted to the
bottom of the list, Rob Roy,

pushed out by the likes of
you, the younger generation.

I should mail myself in.

I make them pay attention to me.

Nothing left now, Tommy
boy. Nothing left now.

Dr. Michael Richards?

Yes, who is this?

I'm looking for a man named Gus Shepard.

Who is this? Shut up and listen.

The man you're looking
for is in the Log Motel,

just off Interstate
90, exit 15, Milwaukee.

He knows more than you think he does.

A lot more.

What did he tell you?

Listen, if you want him, you better move
quickly. He's not gonna be there long.

Who is this?

Oh, God. Second fight. Hey, Gus.

Oh, I'm working on it.

How are you doing?

Oh, fine fettle. Fine fettle, Tommy
boy. How do I look? It's the occasion.

Well, I've got an
appointment with the man.

You know what they say about interviews?

Looks make the first impression.

Hey, come on, come on.

This is crazy. I'm a
wild and crazy kind of guy.

Think about what you're doing.

Think about it? I've had 25 years to
do nothing but think about it. Now,

don't go and ruin my big last scene.

I want you to promise me something,
Rob Roy. I want you to promise to quit.

Give up the game.

That way I'll know my last
good deed did some good.

I can't make that
promise. You know that, Gus.

Not even if it's an
invisible man's last request.

Come on, give me the
gun. I'm sorry, Father.

I tried to show this
poor innocent the way,

but he was blind and he couldn't see. See.

Gus Shepard, we know you're in there.

The motel's been vacated. If you
don't come out, Gus, we're coming in.

I'm getting too old for this.

Over here! Come on, let's go.

Roy, get up! Get up! Come on,
you can hurt later. Get up!

Oh, no, no. It's no good.
I can't. Get out of here.

Tommy!

Come on! They're not after
me, Gus. They're after you.

They aren't.

I'll be fine. Just get out of here.

I'll write you, Rob
Roy, on Valentine's Day.