490,000 babies will be born today.
(chuckles)
Each of them unique.
And each one of them a link in the greater human chain.
(men speaking Arabic)
And the moment their umbilical cord is severed...
...they will become an individual
with their own hopes, dreams and desires.
_
But, in fact, each one of us is actually
made up of a dozen systems...
_
I am lost. I'm a tourist.
Central Park?
Two blocks this way.
- Okay, thank you, thank you. - Oh, you're welcome.
- Thank you, xie xie, xie xie, thank you. - No problem.
...which, in turn, comprise 60 trillion cells,
and those cells house countless proteins,
DNA, organelles.
What appears to be an individual
is actually a network.
Excuse me.
You dropped this.
Thank you so much.
You're welcome.
(sighs)
Each one of us is, in fact, a living, breathing community,
but it doesn't stop there.
Why would it?
(woman speaking French over P.A.)
Every individual hope you harbor,
every dream you retain,
every desire you fulfill has an impact
far greater than you can imagine.
At least that's how it looks from where I'm sitting.
MARTIN: Jake, come on.
Lunch is almost here.
Let's make some room.
Great, perfect.
Okay, Jake,
This is exactly what I'm talking about,
what the evaluation committee needs to see today--
you two connecting. It paints a picture.
They can't make an assessment of Jake's situation
unless they see his bond with you firsthand.
I think the last ten years was proof enough,
but whatever.
Okay, come on, buddy, let's get
some food in you, okay? Come on.
Jake, come on.
Look, I know
this hasn't been easy, but we're all
on the same side here.
Everyone wants what's best for Jake.
No one wants that more than me.
Today is the first in a series of evals
to decide who gets custody of Jake.
They're gonna run him through a series of assessments.
- Assessments? - PEP-3.
It determines his developmental functioning--
imitation, perception, fine motor skills.
Jake's improving,
but we both know he's more focused
when you're there.
And these photos you put together for the evaluation--
it's icing.
Add it to your friends' testimonials,
the things Jake's aunt sent over.
It all goes to strengthen...
Abigail sent something to Jake?
A box-- I haven't opened it yet, if...
Jake's been in board and care for less than a week.
How'd she know he was there?
I just assumed you told her.
No.
When Jake's mother died,
her sister Abigail tried to take him from me.
(glass shatters)
- Oh, here, let me. - It's all right. I got it. I got it.
Buddy, it's all right.
Accidents happen, okay?
5:00, I'll be there.
Sweetheart, you got to go.
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MARTIN: Sort of looked like this. Numbers.
Numbers-- I'm starting to understand them.
And now patterns?
Here.
What was the medium?
(chuckles)
Maple syrup
and sugar packets.
Of course.
Please, tell me that I am so desperate
to have a conversation with my son
to... to help stop the pain
that I'm starting to see signs where there aren't any.
Why would you want me to tell you that?
Because today the best thing for Jake
is for me to just be his dad.
(sighs)
The best thing for Jake is for you to follow
his road map.
Look at this.
(call to prayer)
(tires screech)
_
(tires screech)
Mathematicians have
studied art
through the lens of geometry
since the first line was drawn on a cave wall.
So you're saying that Jake's pattern is actually a number.
He's just playing with the format.
See, the circles have 22 points.
It's a riff on a centered heptagonal number.
Twenty-two.
The number that Jake wants to convey to you is 22.
Well, why doesn't he just write it down like before?
Why does he have to draw it?
That seen to be remains.
Remains to be seen.
This is good.
Jake's progressing.
Normally I'd be thrilled,
but we were finally starting to communicate, and...
now he wants to change the language.
Yes, but he's got your attention.
Maybe the old language couldn't...
...put across what he needed to get.
Tea?
Are you feeling okay?
Never better.
(sighs)
Tell me you grew a pair and talked to her.
_
Okay, make me proud.
8:00-- I want you on that train talking
to that girl.
♪ But I'm better now, I'm strong ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, I've been gone a while ♪
♪ But I'm back for good ♪
♪ I was trying to live a life that I misunderstood ♪
♪ I couldn't seem to stay away from the darker things... ♪
_
(panting)
_
(car horns honking)
Not today.
Hey! Hey!
Watch out, watch out, watch out!
Sorry. Sorry, sir.
Excuse me.
The guy just stole my computer.
There. Stop that guy!
Please!
Sorry.
Damn it.
Sorry about that. The guy just stole my computer.
Jake's pattern.
Sit still and shut up.
This will be over in five stops.
(phone rings)
Don't even think about it.
Please, I'm late
for an appointment for my son.
This is Martin Bohm.
Please leave a message at the tone.
The eval's about to start.
(whispering): I'm tap-dancing as fast as I can.
Trying to stall, but you said you'd be here.
Where are you?
Please, you don't understand. All I have to be today is on time.
I'm not trying to be a hero.
Trust me.
But I have to believe that nobody's supposed to die today,
so please, at the next stop,
let's just get off the bus,
and I swear I won't say a word.
Is that man part of this?
Shut up.
One down, four to go.
The works. Do you remember?
So the concert happens.
Afterwards, we go backstage.
Big security guard sitting there right in front.
Show him the passes, say, "Excuse me, please."
He stops us, says, I'm sorry. You can't go there."
Daddy!
You came!
(chuckles)
You're late.
Couldn't come empty-handed, could I?
_
I'm gonna open this and find pictures
of someone else's vacation, aren't I?
I taught you how to scrub one of these when you were six.
How about today we keep it legit?
Wember.
Didn't think you'd make it.
Yeah, I got held up on the cross-town bus.
So, you and Mandy's mom went all out.
Oh, place is a dump.
Miranda loves it. (both chuckle)
I've been bringing her since she was three
for Chinese New Year's.
_
You used to cover your eyes.
And peek through my fingers at the Chinese dragon.
(all laugh)
Honey?
Well, your mother and I got you something.
A new car?!
(chuckles) Oh, it's too much.
(chuckles)
Guys, I got a new car!
Only the best for our girl, right?
You took the words right out of my mouth.
What's going on?
Their son, Gabriel Wilmington, acute myeloid leukemia.
He needs a bone marrow donor quickly.
And he's adopted.
Birth parents?
_
I want you on the phone with
every donor coordinator on our list.
We'll need an ethnic match, so start on the coasts.
I hope you have no place to be.
No place to be.
I thank you. You know, it's one of those situations...
I'm in need of some medical attention.
Excuse me.
I, uh, slipped in the shower.
I hit my head.
ER's on the ground floor.
They'll send me right back up here, get an MRI.
So...
why don't we just skip the middleman?
- It happened again, didn't it, Dad? - It's happening now.
I want you in front of a neurologist.
Dr. Bennet owes me a favor.
Imagine it, Maggie, we can map the brain event in progress.
This could be the key to the next numbers in the sequence.
- Yes, hi. This is Maggie... - Hang up.
I found another one, a boy.
Dad, no.
Jake Bohm.
He's unlike anything you've ever seen.
Cognitively, intuitively advanced.
Now, if we start to study right today...
Stop it!
Dad, you're sick.
Let me help you.
If you want to help, get me to a scanner.
I've been down this rabbit hole before,
and you know what's there? Rabbits.
But it's different this time, Maggie.
You know, they don't even know I've found the boy.
What is it gonna take to get through to you?
The last time you did this, you lost everything.
- took it from me! - No, you imploded,
and you dragged me down right along with you.
So tell me,
how is it going to be different this time, hmm?
Please, talk to Dr. Bennet.
You're seeing things that just aren't there.
No. No.
I'm seeing clearly for the first time in years.
(gasping)
_
(groans)
_
(groans)
_
Please, my son's waiting for me.
Shut up!
You said this would be over in five stops.
Is that when he's getting off the bus?
I'll do it. I'll shoot you.
Then go ahead.
Because, if you don't start answering
my questions, I'm going to do more than talk.
Ten years ago, that man walked into El Mozole, my village.
It was just after breakfast.
My mother was hanging laundry.
The bullets came first.
Our neighbor, a school teacher...
I watched her head explode.
And I hid under my bed, and I listened
to my mother beg for their lives.
But my father...
they took my father and my brother.
He was only five years old.
That man killed my family.
Today I balance the scales.
If the examiner would be willing to come back tomorrow...
- Jake, he's just having an off day. - Come on, Clea.
We both know tomorrow wouldn't be any different.
Jake's nonresponsive.
He has difficulty following basic instruction.
He can; he chooses not to. There's a difference.
- If his father had been here... - Look, I get it.
You're pulling for the dad. We all do.
But on paper, this one is a mess.
Jake's repeatedly run away while in his father's care.
The authorities had to be called on multiple occasions.
The truth is Mr. Bohm was part of the evaluation,
just not the way you wanted him to be.
I'm sorry, Clea, but from where I'm standing,
you're betting on the wrong horse.
_
(screaming, gasping)
(gasping)
_
Even if everything that you told me is true,
killing him's not gonna bring back your family.
An eye for an eye.
What about you?
Why do you care? You don't even know me.
I can't... I won't believe that I'm supposed
to just sit here and let this happen.
There are some moments that define our lives.
This is one of them.
I was ten time zones away,
two packs in, staring down a deadline,
when the first plane hit the North Tower.
My wife worked on the 87th floor.
She called me that morning.
I didn't pick up the phone.
Today, right here, right now, you have a choice.
Your father wouldn't want you to be doing this.
He didn't die for you to just throw away your life.
Don't let this man take everything away from you.
Don't let him win.
_
(woman screams, sobs)
I followed him home.
He lives at Hotel Monte Real.
It's a rat hole on East Broadway and Pike.
Not a care in the world.
He goes on living while my family's dead.
Fate put me here.
We make our own fate.
I have nothing left to lose.
_
(bus honks)
Take me to the airport, please!
MARTIN: Open the doors! Open the door, please.
Sir, you need to get off the bus.
- What...? - The girl back there, she's got a gun.
She's from El Mozole.
Now! Go!
(horns honking) Stay with me!
Get out of the way!
Move! Let me off!
Come on, this way.
- How do you know who I am? - The girl on the bus.
Look, I don't have time to explain.
Who is she? Who is she?
You raided her village.
You killed her father and her little brother.
No! No, that's not possible!
Listen to me. She's not... I'm trying to help you.
She's not going to stop until she kills you.
- Shut up! - Get back. Don't shoot!
- Today, you die. MARTIN: - No.
Today, we change fate.
_
(fire alarm wails)
I don't want to hurt you! You shouldn't even be here!
This is exactly where I'm supposed to be.
He killed my family!
You can't kill a man in the street like this.
Please, look at me.
You have a choice.
You do not have to do this.
(deep, rhythmic drumming)
(laughing)
_
Thank you!
Dad told me you two did this together.
I can't believe it was your idea.
Oh, well, I, um...
He's really not a bad guy.
He's just not you.
Hai. (laughs)
_
(explosive crackling)
(grunts)
No!
Watch out!
Oh, no.
Oh, my God.
I'm sorry.
She's still alive! Please.
Someone call 911!
Please! Call 911!
You're going to be all right. Stay with me.
_
Hey. It's me. I'm at Victory Memorial Hospital.
Something happened. I'll be there in ten minutes.
CLEA (on phone): Mr. Bohm, stop. Listen to me.
The eval... it's over. It's too late.
What do you mean? It can't be too late.
This is my son we're talking about.
Look, tell tm anything. I was in an accident.
I tried. I stalled. I came just short of begging, but...
Look, you know I'd do anything if I thought it would
make a difference, but it won't.
The psychologist already left.
There's nothing more either one of us can do.
Ms. Hopkins, please.
Jake gave me a pattern, a road map.
He wants me to follow it. He needs me to follow it.
I have to go now, Mr. Bohm.
Wait, please. Hello?
(breathing heavily)
Son of a bitch.
Exodus 22:22.
"Do not take advantage
of children whose fathers have died."
_
(panting, whimpering)
_
(screams)
_
(baby crying)
Thank you.
_
There will be other girls.
Not like her.
_
Hey. Hey!
Wait! Wait! If I was going to turn you into police they would be already here.
What do you want?
Your tattoo...
"Do not take advantage
of the children whose fathers have died."
What does that mean?
I saved your life. You owe me at least that.
You must understand... we were at war.
I was there that day in El Mozole,
and the men were killed in the name of our country.
And the children?
You killed the children, too.
(choked up): A few of us, we couldn't do it.
We took them to the local church, where the missionaries
assured us that they would be taken far away.
That they'd be safe.
Where?
Canada.
That's all I know, but it's the truth.
I swear it.
Marisol's brother is still alive.
Excuse me. Is Marisol Flores awake yet?
- You family? - No.
Look, I-I-I brought her in.
I just need to ask her some...
What is that?
It's a request from a donor database.
So, what, you're looking for donor matches?
HIPAA prevents me from sharing patient information.
I understand that.
I know this is going to sound weird,
but my son drew a design exactly...
Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to...
Gabriel, Hospitalier de Montreal.
I'm calling security.
It says he's Salvadorean.
Don't call security.
I think I found your donor match.
The patient's name is Marisol Flores, please.
Just give me five minutes, and I can prove it to you.
They're related.
(knocks)
- Get out! - Please, I just need to tell you something.
Haven't you done enough already?
Just listen to me. You were right, okay?
It was just like you said.
Fate put you on that bus for a reason.
It was to find your brother.
He's alive.
No.
He was smuggled out of the country
and adopted by a family in Montreal.
That's where he is now,
in a hospital just like this.
Marisol...
he's sick.
He needs a donor for a bone marrow transplant,
and if you're a match, you could...
Stop!
Please stop.
My whole life, I believed... no, I knew.
I saw what happened, what that man did.
What that man did was unspeakable.
He killed your father, and for that,
there's no... no excuse.
But he spared the children.
You weren't wrong.
There was just more to the story.
There's only one way you can know the truth.
Please,
take a leap of faith.
Please.
(beeping)
DOCTOR: Nice work.
- Thank you. - You wish to give his parents the good news?
Uh, actually, I have a train to catch.
Pardon. Pardon.
_
Hi. I'm Sami.
You broke your heel.
Want to go get a coffee or something?
Hey, buddy.
You're still awake.
One full minute on each side, okay?
That was always World War Three for us.
Jake craves routine.
He gets that here.
He could get that at home, too.
I know, but if the state
has its way, he could be getting it in Rhode Island.
What are you talking about?
The level of care that Jake requires.
After today's evaluation, they're questioning
whether New York
has the appropriate facility
to meet Jake's needs.
They want to move him?
Let me talk to them.
Look, there was an accident. I was on a bus, and...
This time, it was an accident,
but what about next time? It has to stop.
Unbelievable.
My son is finally communicating with me-- my son!--
and you people are telling me not to listen?
No, but until this evaluation process is over, I'm asking you
to change the conversation.
You keep tilting at windmills, they're going to take him away.
You don't want that; I don't want that.
So, please, just give me something to work with.
_
SARAH (over stereo): Hey there, Jake.
It's Mommy.
You know that if I could be there,
I would always, always be there with you.
But with my job and... well, you know,
there will be nights when I can't be, so...
on those nights, you can listen to this,
and it'll be like I never left.
Like I'm right there sitting on the end of your bed.
Hey, little sleepy boy
do you know what time it is?
JAKE: The threads that connect us
are not bound by space and time.
What seems to the individual like a twist of fate,
from another perspective,
is simply one of those threads pulled tight.
_
How things should have been all along.
(video rewinds) MAN (over video): Without you,
these children would be lost.
ARTHUR: There's something different,
something evolutionary, a higher state of consciousness.
These children are here for a reason.
They're here to teach us.
INTERVIEWER: Without you, these children would be lost.
(video rewinds)
Without you, these children would be lost.
(video rewinds)
These children would be lost.
JAKE: And even when those threads
seem irreparably frayed...
they never break.
SARAH: - Hey, little sleepy boy - Not completely.
Do you know what time it is?
Well, the hour of your bedtime's long been past
And though I know you're fighting it...
JAKE: But sometimes the most important connection
is here and now.
You're fading fast.
Good night, my sweet son.
I love you.
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