TOUCH第一季第二集（前半部分）.doc

TOUCH 第一季第二集（前半部分）

My name is jake. I was born 4,168 days ago, on october26,2000.
I live on this planet 7,080,360,000 other people.
This is a story of some of these people.
Today the average person will say 2,250 words,to 7.4 individuals.
We'll send over 300 billion e-mails, 19 billion text messages,all adding to the giant mosaic of patterns and ratios.
Mathematical in design.
These paterns are hidden in plain sight.
You just have to know where to look,but only some of us can see how the pieces fit together.
It's all been predetermined by mathematical probability,and it's my job to keep track of those numbers,to make the connections of those who need to find each other, the ones whose lives need to touch.
I was born on october26,2000. I've been alive for 11 years,4 months, 28 days,and 13 hours,and in all that time. I've never said a single word.But that's okay, I have someone who hears me now.
—I'm not taking him back there.
—I covered for(to?) you,told them he was safe with you for the night,but he needs to come back.
—He was taying to communicate with me.You saw that for yourself last night.
—Yes, I saw it,and I'm not saying that what jack's capable of isn't...incredible,but it doesn't change his situation.
—It changes everything.In 11 years he doesn't say a world;I've never been able to touch him;and now I can hear him.I know what he wants.Last night,this is the number he dialed from the cell tower.He wants me to find the guy.I don't know why.I don't even know how.All I know is that I have to.
—Mr.Bohm.Please.Look at your situation.You are the single parent,no mother in the home.With your job,you can barely provide for his special needs.He's escaple every school he's been sent to.I'm not the enemy here.Jake .Jake ran away from a locked facility last night.Thas is serious.I'm trying to keep the state from taking him away from you for good.So,please,can you just go to work,stay below the rader and let me try to help your son? Can you do that for me?
—I'm sorry.No,I can't.
—Well,I'm sorry.Cause I'm gonna have to call the police.
—You'd do that.・・・Wait,wait. Hey buddy. Miss Hopkins is going to take you back to board and care cip just few weeks.She is going to take really good care of you,I promise.a-and I'm gonna able to get to see you every day.Okay? You want me to take that,yeah?

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—Paying you for surf the Internet now,Bohm,
—Sorry,I was just...
—15 minutes left on your shift.Come with me.Got a special delivery to a connecting flight at Terminal 3 leaving for Moscow in half an hour.
—Okay. Lyov,Why don't you and I go for a ride?
—Pardom me.Excuse me.Excuse me.I have a plane to cautch.Coming through.Sorry.You kidding me?!God!Excuse me. Oh!For God's sake.
—No,no,no,no,no.
—I'm sorry,I didn't see you.You came out nowhere.Look,I've got to see aman about a dog, but I can call someone to clean up this dirt for you.
—It's not dirt.It's my father.
—Where the hell have you been.I had to come clear accross airport looking for you.
—Sorry,I just got the call.
—Uh-huh,sure you did.Can we just get him on the truck,please?
—It's not exactly flight attendant duty.Why have they got you handing it.
—Some Russian guy paid extra to have Lyov here hand-delivered.I'm supposed to meet the courier in Moscow.
—Good luck.
—Yeah,thanks for everything.No,wait.No,no,no.Wait! Wait!Wait!Stop the dog.Somebody stop the dog!Lyov.Come here puppy!Here,boy!

—Hey,Jake.What do you doing there.Boy,you sure like numbers,don't you?Thay're all the same--5296 over and over again.Does it mean something,Jake?Is it a message?I know you like counting popcorn kernels.Maybe you can guess my phone number or my address. Want to give it a try?Okay ,good.Shall I count with you?One,two,three,four,five,six,seven in that row there.One there,one there.Is it my birthdate maybe?Does it mean something,Jake?Why don't we put that book away a while,hun?We can try playing with something else.We have all sorts of other things you can do your numbers with.How about some finger paint?You can paint on the easel here.Let me get you something to clean that up.Jake?

—I'm sorry about your father.You're still here.
—I tried to take a bus,but it dropped me right back off at the terminal.
—You can be a little hard to navigate if you don't know your way around.I'm till here,too.I'm looking for a dog,so,I missed my flight.Generally frowned upon the line of work.
—I'm sorry.
—Where are you trying to get to?
—New York Stadium.I'm taking my father there.He loved New York.He went to university here.Loved the city,the people.But ma'am,most of all,he loved the baseball.
—Hmm.My dad's a baseball fan.too.
—So I'm taking him to the stadium to spread his ashes in the center part of the field.I have yet to shed a tear for him.I'm waiting util I complete my task.
—It's a wonderful thing you are doing for him.Some of us will never get that chance.There's a taxi stand outside to the left.Just ask the driver,and he'll take you there.
—Thank you for your kindness.
—Good luck to you. Look,I don't have any place to be for a while,and...I haven't been that stadium since I was kid,so...

—Hello...
—It's okay.I'm ready.
—Excuse me?
—Who are you?
—I'm the guy that called the other night.I said I was...supposed to find you.Remember?
—Yeah,I thought you were crazy.Still do.What do you want?
—I don't know...yet.Look,it's kind of hard to explain,but I think I'm supposed to help you somehow.
—Help me what?
—I know it sounds crazy.My-My son let me here.And even thought it doesn't make sense to either one of us right now,it will,it just...

—Who are you?
—I'm nobody.I'm just a guy in the wrong place at the wrong time.
—Well,get down on the ground.Now!
—Give me the money.
—I got a gun under the counter here.
—Go ahead.Go for it.
—Don't be a hero.Just give him what he wants!
—I will shoot you,man.
—Better make it count before I get my gun.
—Shouldn't have done that,man.
—Like I said,he had make a mask most of the time...
—I'm fine,damn it!Take your damn hands off me!
—You've been shot.You've got to the hospital.Let me go with you.
—Why?Cause you haven't caused enough trouble?Get this lunatic away from me.
—Loot,I think I'm supposed to go to the hospital with you,okay?Please.
—So you can keep screwing up my life?!Let me hell alone,or I'm telling that cop there that you're stalking me.You understand?!

—Look at this.Watches.Huh?Un,look at that.
—This is a joke.It's a joke,right?You're joking.
—Look.I-I...I had an arrangement for the whole $10,000,but it-it...it fell apart.
—I'm a simple man,mister.I make my money in honest way.I lend it;people pay me back.When they don't...things fall apart.Cause and effect,my friend.Cause and effect.
—No,wait,wait.
—What is it?
—This...is Patrick McGrath's home run ball from game seven of the 2009 League Championship.It's worth $50,000.
—$50,000?
—Yeah,oh.
—You know that how?
—Beacuse that's how much I got for it when I sold it,uh,the first time.See,now it's come back to me like magic,like for a reason.It's like a...like a second chance.You know,come on.You believe in it,right?
—Second chance?When one comes my way,I will let you konw.You got three hours to get me my money.Go! What are you looking at?Follow him!

—So...who's we contact when we get to the stadium?
—Our what?
—You didn't make arrangements for this,did you?
—No.
—There's security issues,insurance.I don't know if they're gonna let you do this.
—But they have to do.I promised my him.
—I'm sure he'd understand.
—No,ma'am,he would not understand.It would prove that I'm a bad son.
—But you're a wonderful son.You came all the way for him.He musthave loved you very much.
—Loved me?No,he didn't even like me.I was a great disappointment for him.He preffered my sister.
—Well...why got to all the trouble?
—Ma'am,it is my duty...as his son.A child owes their father respect.Yes?Did...did I say something wriong?

—The owner was shot and wounded.The robber got away.I...Was I supposed to stop the entire thing from happening?Did I even save the owner's life?
—How should I know.
—And if I did,why don't know that that's why Jake sent me?It doesn't make any sense.
—Sense?Oh,is that what your're looking for--sense?
—Well,I'm trying to figure this out.I'd like some answers.
—So,it's about you,is it?
—What does that mean?
—You haven't been listening to me,Mr.Bohm.I told you before,what your son sees won't make sense to you.Here.What do you see?
—Numbers.I see numbers.
—When Jake looks at this,he sees the entire universe.It's all number to him.It's the past,the present,the future.He sees how they're all connected.
—You told me that before.the road map,my destiny,the connections.I don't know what that mean.
—It's simple.Sometimes when the numbers don't add up,it means that there's some cosmic pain that has to be healed.
—Pain?
—That your son feels,senses.Something unresolved,unfinished in the world.He sees this pain as numbers.You job is to follow where it leads.
—Blindly?
—If need be,yes.
—Where does that leave me?What am I supposed to do now?
—Just trust your son.He'll let you know.
—I'm sorry.Excuse me.

—Br.Bohm.Krin hp??I don't know how to tell you this again,but jake is gone.
—What?
—I've looked everywhere.You got any idea where he could be?
—Oh,my God.Yeah,I got him.Thank God.Jake!Jake?Jake?
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