Previously on Touch...
Look right there. Teller's giving
- Jake something. - What is it?
I'm not sure, but ten minutes later, he was dead.
"1188."
CLEA: I'm off Jake's case.
This is about the girl in room 6.
JAKE: The chromatic scale consists of 12 tones.
Arranged in time and sequence,
these 12 simple tones
create an infinite variety of music.
Harmony and dissonance, tension and resolution--
all can be described
by the mathematical ratios between tones.
Could we translate all ratios into sound?
We could hear the Music of the Spheres;
a sound as immense, as powerful as the universe itself,
as quiet as a single stone.
(singing in Portuguese)
JAKE: As beguiling of the human heart.
For some, music elevates the spirit
to a place of transcendent beauty.
Others simply hear the beauty in numbers themselves.
(ringing tones play)
(musical tones play)
You really got that thing figured out, don't you?
Wow, you use numbers to make music.
You know what else you can do with that thing?
You can use numbers to make words.
Can I show you?
Jake, here.
Look.
(tablet beeping)
See?
Each number equals a letter.
One equals A, two equals B, three equals C,
and so on.
So let's say you're cold.
You put three, 15, 12 and four,
and it comes up "cold."
See, if you use words,
Do you want to try?
Come on, buddy.
(musical tones play)
(sighs)
Mr. Bohm.
I'll be right back.
Sorry to keep you waiting.
Never a dull morning around here.
You wanted to see me?
Miss Hopkins arranged for me to take Jake for the day.
We're gonna go to Central Park.
The zoo, rowboats, the works.
To be honest, Mr. Bohm,
that doesn't seem like a very good idea.
I'm sorry you feel that way.
I think itis a good idea.
Last time I checked, you don't have
full legal physical custody,
so if you'll excuse me.
Come on, buddy. Let's get your backpack.
Hey.
How'd it go?
You were right.
All I had to do was say the magic three words.
"Legal physical custody" strikes fear in the heart
of every social worker.
Hey, she lied about someone being in room 6.
When you questioned her on it,
she took you off of Jake's case.
She hiding something. Come on, buddy.
Teller gave Jake the key to all of his research.
Ten minutes later he winds up dead?
Meaning what?
I don't know yet.
It just doesn't feel right.
The sooner we get access to Teller's research
and go through his papers,
the sooner we will figure this out.
(liquid sloshes)
- Hey, Jake, Jake! - Oh, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.
I didn't see him. Is he all right?
Yes, he just gets upset. Thank you very much.
- Okay, no apologies. - Come on, buddy. It's all right.
Jake, come on, Jake. It's all right.
There you go.
Oh, damn it. He's soaking wet.
Why don't you take him home, get a clean shirt?
I'll go ahead. I can meet you there.
Okay, we're only a couple blocks away.
Here's the key.
We'll be right behind you.
- Okay. - Come on, buddy.
Let's go home. We're gonna get you a new shirt, okay?
(drawers close)
Who's in here?
(gun cocks)
Just take whatever you want.
(man singing in Portuguese)
(song ends, applause)
Obrigado, obrigado.
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(chuckles)
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And you think you'll be the only guy with a guitar
getting off the plane in New York?
Okay. (chuckles) No se nada.
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Come on, buddy.
(phone rings)
Hey.
We're going as fast as we can. We're almost there.
Jake? Jake?!
Buddy...
what are you doing?
Jake...
come on. We got to go.
Come on, buddy, now.
A quick sandwich before we go.
Something to take with us.
And we will be on our way.
Hey, buddy, you should check out that app
I showed you earlier today.
You know, the one that turns numbers into words?
You want to use words, don't you, Jake?
That way we could talk.
You can tell me what you want,
what you need.
Come on, buddy.
Grab your backpack.
Jake...
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Jake, put the gun down.
Come on. Give me the gun.
Jake! Jake!
(Jake screeching)
(grunts)
Jake, there's some things children never touch.
Do you understand me? Never!
Guns are very dangerous.
Empty.
"5512454424"
Jake, where the hell did you find this gun?
It's all right.
(couple speaking Portuguese)
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(door creaks)
♪ ♪
(lock clicks, door creaks)
(door shuts)
Excuse me.
My name is Clea Hopkins.
Did you know Arthur Teller?
He rented the space.
We were roommates.
Are you here to collect his things?
So you know he died.
People live. People die.
Is this the spot, Jake?
Is this where you found it?
Jake, slow down.
(clanging) Jake!
Stop!
Don't you move.
You looking for something?
'Cause you sure look like you lost something.
Like maybe a gun?
'Cause my son found a gun in this alley.
Where is it? I need it back.
What are you, 12? 13? What were you doing
with a gun in this alley anyway?
Look, I'm not gonna call the cops on you okay?
Obviously, you're in some kind of trouble. Maybe we can help you.
I don't want your help.
Right now you don't have a choice.
You and I are stuck together, understand?
'Cause I'm not giving you that gun back,
and you're not leaving here until you give me some answers.
Fine.
(sighs)
What's the matter with the kid?
Excuse me?
Why doesn't he talk?
He's different.
He uses numbers to talk.
Why would you ask me that?
My brother doesn't talk either.
Maybe he could
show my brother how to talk with numbers, too.
Where is your brother now?
(dog barking, glass breaks)
(man yelling in apartment)
Jake, Jake.
(musical tones play)
(tones play)
(rasping)
(ringtones play)
Martin.
Hey. I'm sorry we've abandoned you.
Something's come up. We're gonna be even later.
Where are you?
The Bronx. Look, I need to ask a favor.
Jake led me to this kid
who's taking care of his older brother.
So far, I'm not getting any straight answers,
but as far as I can see, they're completely on their own.
I was hoping you could phone Family Services,
- see if they're in the system. - Names?
Elliot and Andre Demar, D-E-M-A-R.
I'll see what I can do.
Okay, thanks. How's everything
- going over there? - It's a rat's nest.
A thousand notebooks, some long numbers scribbled
on the blackboard. "3185296..."
The Amelia sequence.
Amelia?
It's a theory that Teller was working on.
Look, just keep digging.
We'll get over there as soon as we can. Thanks.
You think they're, like, communicating?
I don't know.
Elliot, take a seat. Please? Come on.
I need to know
where your parents are.
Look, I understand what's going on here.
You're on your own. You're taking care of your brother.
You have to do what you have
to do to survive. But if I don't...
You know what happens if they find out about me and Andre?
He gets sent to some hellhole upstate,
and I get bounced around from one group home to the next.
I know what it's like to have someone you love taken away
from you, trust me, and I don't want that
to happen to you.
But Jake led me to you for a reason.
I'm gonna find out the truth one way or another.
I'd just rather hear it from you,
man-to-man.
CLEA: Did Teller ever talk to you
about the Amelia sequence?
Well, he may have mentioned her once or twice.
Her?
Are we talking about
a sequence of numbers or a girl named Amelia?
Look, Arthur Teller died
under questionable circumstances.
I'm only here to try and piece together
what really happened.
If you could shed any light on his life, his work,
I would really appreciate it.
My dad,
he'd always kind of come and go,
especially after my mom died.
But that was, like, a lot of years ago.
What about Andre?
He got shot about a year back.
Brain damage.
Things got pretty rough.
My dad, he always counted on Andre
to do the shopping. He was a good big brother.
A couple months after Andre went down,
Dad took off.
I mean, I heard he was in Florida maybe,
but that's just talk.
You don't have any other family?
My mom wasn't from this country,
and my dad never really talked
about his people, so...
Elliot, you're 13 years old.
You can't do this on your own.
It's not fair to you.
It's not fair to your brother.
Oh, so you got all the answers?
Why don't you worry about fixing you're own kid,
all right? 'Cause I got my brother.
Jake...
what is it?
No way.
(chuckles)
Check it.
He wrote "hungry."
You hungry, Andre? No sweat, my man.
I fix you something right now.
Look at that. My boy's learning to talk.
Teller worked with her for years.
Intensive research on his number theories.
Poor girl. It didn't end well.
This is Amelia?
You know her?
She was in the board-and-care facility where I work.
I saw her on security footage the day Teller died.
The people that he worked with,
they pushed for results.
He succumbed to their pressure;
increased the intensity of his experiments.
Worked Amelia harder.
And then something went wrong.
She was damaged.
Her brain.
Teller was discredited; he lost his tenure.
It sent him into a profound depression.
He blamed himself for what happened.
Sounds like you knew him pretty well.
Arthur Teller was my best friend.
You know, it's almost like he's talking again.
Yeah. He picked it up really quickly.
So, Jake...?
No, not a word.
Maybe he just doesn't want to talk.
Maybe you got to be all right with that.
What?
Maybe you gotta be okay with Jake not wanting to talk.
(timer beeping)
You guys gotta go. Now.
What just happened? Why do we have to go?
'Cause you just do.
I... I got something I need to do.
Elliot, look, I know you're in some kind of trouble,
and I know it has to do with a gun.
Just talk to me; tell me what it is.
I can help you.
If you want to help me, then give me that gun.
And if that isn't gonna happen,
- Hey! - I'm gonna ask you to get out.
Fine. We'll go.
Jake...
something is really wrong here.
I think we need to stay and make sure Elliot's safe.
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Alberto...
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MAN: Sorry? Sorry doesn't cut it, Elliot.
Sorry does not fix this.
Now, you listen to me, I want you back there-- today!
Do you understand me? Today.
Don't screw it up this time.
(whispering): Jake, you stay right here.
(door shuts)
Elliot...
what was that?
Please talk to me.
I want to help you, but I need to know what's going on.
Nobody can help me.
Elliot...
(door closes)
MARTIN: I'm so sorry we're late.
Look, I'll explain everything later, but for now,
did you find anything out about the boys?
Yeah, I made a few calls.
Uh... (sighs)
Family Services did look into Elliot and Andre Demar,
four years ago, after their mother died.
They located one relative, and aunt on the mother's side,
but custody went to the father,
so I don't think she was ever contacted.
Do you have a number?
Thanks.
Hi. My name is Martin Bohm.
I need to talk to you.
It's regarding your nephews,
Elliot and Andre.
They're in New York and they need you, please.
It's extremely urgent.
Get back to me as soon as you can at this number.
Thank you. (door opens)
Who's that?
Mystery room, mystery man.
His name is Avram.
Says he was Teller's best friend.
Oh.
MARTIN: I understand you knew Arthur Teller.
I'm Martin Bohm.
So this is the boy.
One of the 36.
Excuse me?
Are you saying that there are 35 others like Jake?
Kabbala calls them Lamed Vav Tzadikim...
the 36 Righteous Ones.
God will allow humankind to exist
as long as there are 36 righteous people in the world.
(phone chiming)
Excuse me.
These Hidden 36, no one knows who they are.
But they walk among us, blessed with the capacity
to feel the suffering of the entire human race.
And they work to alleviate that suffering,
to make small changes to the spinning of the Earth,
to repair the universe, if you will.
Tikkun olam.
Do you think Jake is one of these 36?
Yes.
Unless he's not. Who knows?
Might just be hooey, some words written in an old book.
Elliot Demar's on probation.
A shoplifting charge from six months ago.
His probation officer's up by Fordham Road.
Here's the address.
"42155..."
Four-two...
42155-- why is that so familiar?
Four-two-one-five...
It's backwards.
55124.
55124 are the numbers
that Jake punches into his tablet to create his melody.
(singing in Portuguese)
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(knocks on door)
Officer Tenney?
- Yeah. - Hi.
I'm Martin Bohm.
I wanted to talk to you about
one of your probationers, Elliot Demar.
How do you know Elliot?
I'm... I'm his basketball coach, over at the Y.
Look, I'm-I'm just concerned that--
I don't see any adults involved in his life.
They certainly don't show up at any of the games.
Uh... I'm sorry.
Why don't you have a seat, Mr. Bohm?
Thank you.
Well, it's a difficult situation.
I mean, I know Elliot's father's not around much.
I just hope that, uh, he keeps a clean record
and doesn't get sent away.
That'd be a real tragedy.
He's a good kid and...
he's just had a lot of tough breaks.
I think something else is going on here.
I-I think someone's threatening him or harassing him.
Someone in a position of power.
Harass?
Do you have any idea by whom?
No. I was hoping you would.
But I'll tell you something--
if I find out who's doing this,
I'm not gonna let him get away with it.
(clicks tongue)
I'd just be careful.
One thing you learn,
as a probation officer, is discretion.
I think the last thing you want to do here
is expose something and inadvertently make things worse
than they already are.
Meaning what exactly?
Well... like I said...
Elliot's in a very difficult situation right now.
(phone rings)
Just a sec...
I'm sorry. I have to take this.
Of course.
Can I have one of these?
In case I need to find you later?
Thank you very much for your time.
(cell phone rings)
You were in the alley by the gun.
Excuse me, but I need to talk to you.
Let me call you back.
Do I know you?
No... look, I'm sorry, but...
what is your connection to Elliot Demar?
I'm sorry, man.
I'm just here to see my probation officer.
Let me guess-- John Tenney?
Look, I know Tenney's corrupt.
I'm not trying to create problems for you.
I'm just trying to expose a bad probation officer.
I don't know what you're talking about.
I think Tenney's forcing a child--
one of his probationers-- to commit crimes.
A 13-year-old boy who has his whole life in front of him.
A kid that was just unlucky enough
to have his mother pass away and his father run out on him.
He deserves a better life than this.
He deserves a chance.
Please.
This is unfair.
He's a good kid.
Hey. I told Tenney about the music shop
on the second floor of the building where I work.
The lady who owns the place keeps the cash
from her sales in a red leather pouch
in her desk.
And he sent Elliot to rob the place.
Cash piles up, and then, once a month,
she puts the pouch in her purse, she takes it to the bank.
It's always the same day
of the month, always right at 4:30.
And today's that day.
He didn't get it this morning, so he's making Elliot
try again.
Thank you.
(elevator bell dings) Yeah.
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♪ ♪
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(grunts)
No.
- Hey! Hey! - Elliot!
WOMAN: Officer, he just took my bag!
(tires squealing)
(horn honking)
Elliot.
What have you done?
(tires squealing)
(cell phone ringtone playing)
- Hello? - Yeah, Clea, it's Sheri.
Hope I'm not catching you at a bad time.
Sheri, hi.
I just wondered if you might know where Jake
and Mr. Bohm are.
Is there a problem?
No, it's just getting late,
and I wanted to make sure Jake
was back for dinner.
Have you tried calling Mr. Bohm directly?
I didn't want to bother him.
I know how special these outings are
for the two of them.
I'm... a bit confused here.
What makes you think I would know where they are?
I just thought you might have seen them-- that's all.
I didn't mean to be presumptuous.
Good-bye, Sheri.
(groaning sigh)
Thank you, young man.
Helpful, this one, huh?
That's right.
Just put them all on the black cloth right here.
Very good.
What is it?
There's one missing.
Good eyes, my boy.
He never touches anyone.
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(chuckles softly)
Hi. My name is Martin Bohm.
I need to talk to you.
It's regarding your nephews, Elliot and Andre.
They're in New York, and they need you.
Please, it's extremely urgent.
Get back to me as soon as you can.
Thank you.
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♪ ♪
What the hell took you so long?
Did you get it?
Sweet.
I told you today was the day.
This is to help you out
with your brother, all right?
Thanks.
Anything else?
I looked in the alley some more, and...
I found it.
What are you doing bringing this to me here?
How dumb is that, Elliot?
Huh?
Walking into a probation office with a gun?
Come on. You got to think.
Get out of here.
Hey. Hey. Hey.
John Tenney, please stand.
- It's all right. It's all right. TENNEY: - What's this all about?
OFFICER: Step away from the desk.
It's all right.
He can't hurt you anymore.
JAKE: The Earth, as it rotates,
emits a frequency, a musical note,
at 7.83 hertz.
But this frequency alters slightly
for reasons as yet uncertain.
Some postulate solar flares as the cause,
or electrical disturbance in the atmosphere.
But maybe there's a simpler explanation.
Maybe the sound of the planet is influenced
by the seven billion souls whirring around it,
each producing their own music,
adding their own harmony.
Did you have fun?
Yeah.
He's not using his tablet?
No.
As a matter of fact, he gave it away.
How did you let that happen?
That device can help teach Jake to talk.
Maybe he doesn't want to talk.
Maybe it's my job as his father...
(chuckles)
...to just be all right with that.
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