All language subtitles for The Dead Zone - 2x01 - Valley of the Shadow.en

I had the perfect life until
I was in a coma for six years.

And then I woke up
and found my fianc�e

married to another man.

My son doesn't know
who I am.

Everything has changed...

including me.

One touch and I can
see things...

things that happened,
things that will happen.

You should see what I see.

Narrator:
Previously on "The Dead Zone"...

Johnny Smith? Greg Stillson.

- I've heard of you.
- Likewise.

Good morning. A friend of
Reverend Purdy is a friend of mine.

Purdy: I know this is not
the life you would've chosen

but is the life
that chose you.

And you cannot deny
the possibility

that some other force
is guiding you.

Just say his name.
I'm know you're dying to.

Destiny, Johnny.

It is your destiny to help people,
I truly believe that.

Think it over.
Call me when you're ready.

I was going
to hitch a lift with Dana.

All right.

And I don't know
if that's because I feel like...

you're slipping away
from me or...

if it's because my heart
is trying to tell me something.

Purdy:
My support for Greg Stillson

is founded on his vision for the future,
which promises to be very bright.

(crowd cheering)

Stillson: Washington has become
a town of shell games and spin doctors.

They shoot off fireworks
but don't ever get anything done.

- Man: We're right behind you, Greg!
- We need action.

We need more jobs.

We need better education.

We need a system of justice
that will not fail the people.

We need God back in
the Pledge of Allegiance.

We've got to put this country
back into the hands of the people.

- Man: Right, I wanna work!
- In plain Maine speaking...

- You said it!
- It's time to take out the trash.

I love this country.

And I trust the God-fearing
people of this country.

We know the principles
on which this country was founded

and we are sick and tired
of those principles being violated

by the guys in Washington
with $100 haircuts

who don't fear God.

Who don't fear anyone.

- (cheering)
- Man: I'm sick and tired too!

How did I know
I was gonna find you here?

- They better fear Greg Stillson...
- Hey, man.

Because the day
of reckoning is coming.

Greg Stillson
is coming to Washington.

Bruce: You understand you're
turning into a regular stalker, right?

You're giving up
your life for this thing.

This "thing" has a high priority,
don't you think?

Emcee: Thank you for coming
to candidates' day...

How are you?

Our next speaker,
Sheriff Walt Bannerman.

I just don't like
what it's doing to you.

- I'm fine, man.
- Johnny, catch!

Our team's playing Brewer tomorrow.
Can you tell who's gonna win?

No. And I wouldn't if I could.
Good luck, though.

- Thanks, Johnny.
- Okay, man.

Yeah. You're fine.

- Ma'am, it's always a pleasure.
- You've got my vote.

Excuse me.

So...

what'd you think?

Um... great response
from the crowd.

That's not what I asked.
Go on, let's... let's hear it.

Okay, um...

I think that this routine will play well
for a couple of months.

But then you better come up with
something to really hang your hat on.

I know these people,
they're my neighbors.

They will cheer for apple pie
and the American flag in your speeches.

But they will not vote for you election
day unless you have something to say.

And so far, you don't.

- Ouch.
- Come on, Greg.

Bannerman?

Sheriff Walt Bannerman.
Would you like a button?

Absolutely.
He must be some candidate.

Yes, he is.
And he's also my husband.

See you on the campaign trail.

- Find out more about her.
- Greg, she's the sheriff's wife.

It's not some broad you
give a hotel key to.

Just find out more about her.
Thank you.

We meet again.

How's my future look
these days?

- Not always so easy to tell.
- You just keep looking.

Let me know if you see
anything interesting.

Here you go. Thank you.
Here you go.

Vote for Bannerman.

Hey, I wish I had the gift of gab
like that Stillson guy.

Listen, you just go up there
and you be Walt Bannerman, okay?

They know you,
they respect you...

and some of us...
even love you.

You've got to remember the civilian
hotline, expanded drug counseling...

- Right.
- And eye contact.

- Eye contact.
- Don't forget the eye contact.

- Okay, all right. Ooop.
- (phone rings)

Bannerman.

What?!
Wait a minute, when?

All right, I'm on my way,
and make sure you get the FBI on it.

- FBI?
- Somebody broke into the Markoff estate

and took their boy.
I've got to get out of here.

- Oh my God.
- I'll see you later.

Yes, Governor,
I know the family well.

I'm taking the helicopter
up there now.

They live up in north county
away from just about everything.

We can only pray
that the boy is all right.

Of course.

I'll call you the minute
I know anything.

Find Johnny Smith.

(theme music playing)

* Oooh *

* Fall in love, fall in love,
fall in love *

* Fall in love... *

* Feel no shame
for what you are *

* Feel no shame for what
you are *

* Feel no shame
for what you are... *

* Fall in love,
fall in love *

* Fall in love. *

A double date...

two guys, two girls,
sometimes you eat food,

see a movie...
that's short for moving picture.

I got it.

Come on,
do it as a favor to me.

Katie really wants to meet you and
I know a certain redheaded reporter

- who hasn't heard from you in a while.
- Not right now.

Not right now. Man, it's always
"not right now" with you, dude.

You're always wrapped up
in this Chicken Little thing.

Who's Chicken Little?

You know, "The sky is falling!"
Chicken Little.

We all know what happened
to Chicken Little.

No, we don't.
What happened to Chicken Little?

I don't remember.
I think he had to run away...

whatever it was,
it wasn't good.

(phone ringing)

Hello.

Purdy:
Johnny, I need you.

Listen, I've got to run.
51 out.

I'm glad you're here, John.

Purdy: Ladies and gentlemen,
good afternoon.

- Reverend, can we get a statement?
- We don't know anything yet.

We are going to talk
to the family.

As soon as we know something
we'll let you know.

Purdy: Arthur has always been
a very... private man.

That's why he moved
his family up here.

Nobody knows
what a philanthropist he is.

That's just the way
he wants it.

'Course he's proud
of his accomplishments.

He's been called
"the CEO of the New Millennium. "

One of the few, I might add,
who managed to survive

the recent Wall Street scandals
relatively unscathed.

Arthur!

I'm sorry to keep you waiting.
I was with my wife.

How is Connie holding up?

She's a...
they have her sedated.

- I'm Arthur Markoff.
- John Smith, sir.

This is the young man
I spoke to you about.

Yes. My wife will be very pleased
when I tell her you've come.

She... believes in
some... things

that I don't necessarily
agree with her about.

But at a time like this...

She says you've helped
the police before?

I've tried, sir.
It doesn't always work.

I've seen Johnny do some
remarkable things.

I truly believe that
he's doing God's work.

What kind of God allows a child
to be taken from his family?

I'll show you where
he broke into the house.

(helicopter whirring)

Reporter: Scene of the kidnapping.
See if we can get a few words.

It's right here.

(phone ringing)

Right this way.

You tried.
That's all anyone can ask.

We'll write a press release
reminding everyone

that your gift
doesn't always work.

It will be a footnote to the coverage.
Nothing to be worried about.

We'll talk tomorrow.

(phone ringing)

Hello?

- Johnny?
- Yeah.

Are you all right?
What happened out there today?

Who is this?

You looked completely lost.
It was on all the television stations.

It must have been
terribly humiliating.

I hope I'm not wrong
about you, Johnny.

Because if I'm wrong,
there really isn't any hope for the boy.

- Is he all right?
- For now.

But, Johnny, his fate
rests entirely with you.

I'm not sure what you mean.

You don't seem too sure about
anything today, Johnny.

Johnny, Johnny, whooops!

Johnny, whooops, Johnny, Johnny,
Johnny, Johnny.

Truth is, I've been a little
worried about you lately.

About me?

This Purdy character
you've recently hooked up with...

a tele-evangelist, Johnny?
Please.

He's just handling my mail.

Ha! Hmm, public relations.

Fair enough. I guess the demands on your
time must be overwhelming, huh?

And here I am making
even more demands.

But I believe in you, Johnny.

And there is so little left
to believe in, isn't there?

We've become numb to the corruption
that surrounds us.

The wicked prosper
as they flaunt their Versace suits,

and leverage their buyouts,
and augment their breasts,

buy plain water
that costs $2 a bottle.

If we can't believe in Martha Stewart,
what's left, huh?

We've turned our backs
on God, Johnny.

And every now and then,
He throws up His hands

and decides it's time to remind
everyone what's important.

"Prepare slaughter
for his children

for the iniquity
of their fathers. "

- If you just tell me what you want.
- I want you to be you, Johnny.

I left you a message
at that house,

a message you should have
been able to find.

- A message?
- Yeah, a message, Johnny,

- to help you find Christopher.
- You want me to find him.

Oh, I'm praying you will, Johnny.

I need to know
that he's still alive.

You should know that!
Why don't you know that?

(sighs)

This has been a really disappointing
first meeting, Johnny.

"You have been weighed
in the balances and found wanting. "

- Hi.
- Hi.

I'm sorry to bother you. They told me
Walt came home for supper, so...

Yeah, we just sat down.

Come in.

JJ:
Only if I can turn on the sirens.

Walt: All right, make sure you don't
put the car in gear again.

Hey.

Hey.
Hey, Johnny.

- You want something to eat?
- No thanks.

I need to go back to the Markoff place.
I heard from the guy.

I've got to go.

See you later, JJ.

Message?
What kind of message?

I don't know.

He said I should have been
able to find it,

as if this were some kind
of test for me.

Don't worry about,
you'll pass it.

Walt, I haven't had
a vision in weeks.

What happened?
Did you hit your head again or what?

No. They just stopped.
After one last vision.

Maybe it means,
that you're recovering,

getting back to normal.

Yeah. Normal.

Whatever that is.

This could be a good thing... under
any other circumstance, of course.

You know, I never asked for this.
I never wanted this.

If it never comes back again,
I won't miss it.

But I need it tonight.

One last time, if that's all it is.

Or this poor kid's
gonna die because of me.

Markoff:
He didn't ask for money?

I don't understand.
Kidnappers want money.

Apparently not this one.

That... that doesn't make
any sense to me.

Why would he call you?

I wish I knew the answer
to that, sir.

I'm sorry. I'm just not sensing
anything here.

- May I... may I speak to you?
- Right, this way, please.

I want that man
out of my house.

- Mr. Markoff, I can...
- Did you believe him?

Why would he make up
something like that?

I can think
of several reasons,

the least of which
is self-promotion.

The worst of which is that he's involved
in the kidnapping himself.

We're covering
that possibility, Mr. Markoff.

Kidnappers demand
ransom money.

That's the way it works.

The idea that someone
used my son

to get some so-called
psychic's attention...

Listen, Mr. Markoff, okay?
I can vouch for Johnny Smith.

I think he's dangerous.

And I don't want him here.

This is my wife's study.
There is no evidence

that the kidnappers came
anywhere near this part of the house.

You know what, John?
Why don't we call it a day?

Walt, I haven't had
a vision in weeks.

- (beeps)
- (screams)

(screams)

"Yea though I walk through
the valley of the shadow of death

I will fear no evil
for Thou art with me;

Thy rod and Thy staff,
they comfort me. "

Thanks. We'll send this
and the DNA swabs down to Clarksburg

and run the prints
through the national database.

- May I?
- What?

Can I touch it?

This is FBI procedure now, Mr. Smith.
We don't "touch" evidence.

If he's in our system,
we'll have an ID in two hours.

Go ahead,
let him touch it.

Seriously, if it's in his system, he'll
have an answer in like two seconds.

Left edge.

That's it.

These aren't his fingerprints.

He never touched the page.

He had to touch the page.

No, he knew it would be
too easy for me.

He scanned the original, e-mailed it
to the copy shop and they printed it.

No physical contact
during the printing process.

He had to touch the page because he had
to stick it to the goddamned wall.

Officer:
Hey, Walt.

Bruce Lewis, line four
for Mr. Smith, says it's important.

This is not Bruce.

Officer: Yes, sir.

Hello.

So, back on your game again,
huh, Johnny?

Have you figured out how I put the paper
on the wall without touching it yet?

You made Christopher
do it, right?

Yeah, you really are
back on your game.

Congratulations.

He was really quite brave
last night,

under the most difficult
of circumstances.

But he is starting to get
a little worried now...

you know, now that the air
is running out.

If you want me to find him,

you've got to give me
some more information.

Come on, Johnny, you have
everything you need to find him.

You're just not seeing
it yet, but you will.

Oh, say hi to Walt for me.
I assume he's tracing the call

but since I'm forwarding
through a phone bank,

I imagine we have
a little time to talk.

I think it's just swell

that you and Walt and Sarah
can be such good friends.

And they even named
their boy after you, huh?

It is their boy...
isn't it, Johnny?

Because I've always sort of
wondered about that.

I've looked into the dates
and they don't exactly work out.

You listen to me
carefully, okay?

I promise you, if you go anywhere
near Johnny Bannerman...

Ha, "Johnny Bannerman. "
The sound of it.

How do you live with that,
Johnny?

If you go anywhere
near him...

Don't you think I could have
done that already?

It would have been so easy.

But I would not do that to you, Johnny.
I just wanted you to know that I know,

and that I care.

You don't have to live with
that secret anymore by yourself.

You can share it with me now.

(sighs)
I was serious, Johnny.

You'd better hurry.
The air is starting to run out.

(bell tolling)

Come on. We've got a lead
from the copy shop.

Walt: The message was
e- mailed to the copy shop

with instructions to mail
to a PO box.

E- mail and PO box belong
to a Mr. Nebuchadnezzar.

That's from the Bible, right?

Babylonian king.
He sent Daniel into the Lion's Den.

And his three pals
into the fiery furnace

where the angel
protected them.

What the hell
were their names?

Anyway, Mr. Nebuchadnezzar

paid for the transaction
with a stolen credit card.

We know who that
stolen credit card belonged to.

I'm sorry for the mess.

This has been
going on for months now.

Do you have any idea where you might've
been when your credit card was stolen?

I thought I'd left it at a restaurant
but they couldn't find it when I called.

What was the name
of the restaurant?

The Italian Kitchen,
out on Route 15.

Run a check on all
the employees.

You really believe someone there might
be involved in this terrible kidnapping?

Walt: All we know is that
your credit card was involved.

Homeowner:
How awful.

Woman: O God, we most
heartily thank Thee...

... and ask for Thy forgiveness
for the sins of this child.

Homeowner: Not really sure,
we got there about 8:00...

(phone ringing)

- Probably about 10:00
when we left. Excuse me.

Hello?

He used to live here.
In this house.

Yes, yes, he's here.

When he was a child.
With his mother.

It's for you.

John Smith.

So... what do you think
of the house?

I know it's yours.

Yeah... can you believe what those
people are doing to my house?

I think they want to live
in an old Pottery Barn catalogue

full of ducks,
and plaid, and pineapples.

I saw what happened to you...
when you were child.

Well, of course you did,
Johnny.

That's why
I brought you there.

I want you to know.

I want you to know me.

Yeah? Well...
meet me somewhere.

We'll talk.

Soon, Johnny.
You're very close now.

You're just a hop,
skip and a jump away.

That is, of course,
unless you stumble.

(exhales)

Dear God,
I hate that house.

He's was here...
not long ago.

- In my house?
- Yes.

He's seen the renovations.

That's when he took
the credit card, when he was here.

Shadrach...

Meshach...

Abednego.

Right.
The fiery furnace.

Is anyone else
in this house?

No.

We have to leave.

We have to leave now.

Go, go. Come on.

(whimpering)

Johnny: I'm not really
comfortable with all this.

I've never spoken
in a public forum before.

But today, I have no choice.

Because I need
to make an appeal

to the kidnapper
of Christopher Markoff.

There has been enough
pain and suffering

for everyone involved in this,

including you.

I don't believe you want
to hurt Christopher.

Not after what happened to you
when you were his age.

I'm willing to meet you
anywhere you wish,

whenever you want,

to arrange
for Christopher's release.

- Thank you.
- (reporters clamoring)

Reporter:
Do you feel responsible, Johnny?

Johnny Smith did not kidnap this boy.
But he is trying to get him back

at considerable
personal risk to his own safety.

This guy is obviously
obsessed with you.

Did he take the boy
to get your attention?

No comment, thank you.

Do you blame Johnny Smith,
Mr. Markoff?

We just have
a few more questions...

A month ago,
he was their hero.

Now they can't wait
to tear him down.

He's still their hero. You should see
how they treat their enemies.

(ringing)

Hello?

Yes. He's right here.

Hello?

You talk to me
on the television, Johnny?

On the television?

You're turning this into
another reality show, buddy.

"Big Brother 47."

You made it clear his air
was running out.

I am offended
and I'm disappointed in you.

All those reporters...
locusts.

With the "hair of women
and the teeth of lions. "

That Dana Bright, she's just using you,
Johnny, like all the others.

This was between
you and me.

I was lending you
a helping hand every step of the way.

You had every clue
you needed to find me.

I figured you and Walt would've traced
the real estate records from the house,

found out my name,
figured out where you might find me.

You might have tried something
unexpected and out-of-character

to divert my attention while a SWAT team
moved into position outside.

But that would have been
very very clever, Johnny.

I hope I see you
soon, Johnny.

(scoffs)

Walt: We don't think
the kid has been here.

His name is Francis Ritter.
Single, no criminal record,

college graduate,
goes to church every Sunday.

Ran a start-up technology
company out of this building

for a few of years.
Went chapter 11 a couple of months ago.

He was forced to sell off
all his assets

to a rival competitor,

a company with a celebrated CEO
by the name of, take a wild guess.

- Arthur Markoff.
- You got it.

I'd say you've got a friend.

Walt: It looks like he's been
stalking you for a while, too.

But why me?
What does he want from me?

Maybe he has visions
of his own.

You know, crazy things. Like God
talking to him, and stuff like that?

And check this out.

This looks like
another message for you.

I called Purdy.

He said it's from the book of Daniel
after the fiery furnace.

It's a quote,
Nebuchadnezzar says:

"Look. I see four men
walking around in the fire,

unbound and unharmed,
and the fourth

looks like a son of the gods. "

Want to check it out?

Officer:
We have a 10-53.

Child is down.
Need an ambulance.

Anything?

Nothing.

I can't see anything.

The visions just
aren't working.

Damn thing still sticks.

I thought I told them
to get it fixed.

29... 36...

12.

(coughs)

"And the Lord heard
the voice of Elijah;

and the soul of the child
came into him again,

and he revived. "

We've got to get
him to a hospital.

The police will be here soon.
They'll take him.

I didn't tell the police
where to come.

I know you didn't, Johnny.

I did.

I left a subtle clue behind.

Walt'll figure it out
before too long.

I just...

wanted to have
a little time together.

Just you and me,

before we all go
our separate ways.

Why'd you do this, Francis?

My mother
used to call me Francis.

After "Francis Albert"

Sinatra.
You know?

I can't tell you how many
black eyes I got over that as a kid.

Why are we here, Francis?

(sighs)

(mutters)
"So why are we here?"

Well, we put our trust
in false gods, Johnny.

We bow down before
new golden idols.

We've broken
our contract with God

just like the people did
in ancient Judah.

And when they did,
God sent Nebuchadnezzar to punish them.

But he also sent Daniel, Johnny.

God also sent the prophet.

I can't speak for you.

I am no Daniel.

Of course, you are.
You've proved it.

No, Francis.

Yes, you did.

- The fiery furnace, you're here.
- I'm no prophet, Francis.

(laughing)

I just...

I just can't believe
that you don't see it.

Even now.

I'm just a man
that recovered from a coma.

The fire at
Cathy's Steakhouse?

That was a psychic vision.
That's all it was.

Okay, whatever. I have enough
belief for both of us, okay, Johnny?

It is refreshing to encounter a modest
messenger from God for a change...

Francis, his pulse is weak.

Then you have
to save him.

See you're making
my point for me.

We all want
to be saved, Johnny.

Sometimes,
it's just from ourselves.

"Yea though I walk through
the valley of the shadow of death

I will fear no evil,
for Thou art with me.

Thy rod and Thy staff,
they comfort me. "

"Thy rod and Thy staff...

they comfort me," Johnny.

You were a teacher once?

Yes.

Be a teacher again.

As Daniel was.

Teach them...

and maybe they'll
save themselves.

(through bullhorn) Francis Ritter,
this is Sheriff Bannerman.

If you have any weapons,
put them down and come outside.

You won't be harmed.

(laughs)

(unlocks gun)

Francis.

(bullet clatters to floor)

(clatters)

Try to understand, Johnny.

God works
in mysterious ways.

Francis!

"And I, Nebuchadnezzar,

lifted up mine eyes
unto heaven,

and mine understanding
returned to me. "

"And the glory of my kingdom... "

(sniffs)

"My honor...

and my brightness
returned to me. "

(heavy gunfire)

Reporter:
The boy was rushed to the hospital

where he was listed
in stable condition.

His parents thanked
local physic John Smith

who could not be reached
for comment.

In other news, independent
congressional candidate Greg Stillson...

Reporter #2: United Nations threatened
sanctions unless weapon inspections...

Reporter #3: In the Mid-East,
a resurgence of deadly violence...

Reporter #4: ... new terrorist warning
for the coming weekend.

Reporter #2: Inspectors acknowledged
the difficulty of ascertaining

that all weapons of mass destruction
were accounted for.

(theme music playing)

- No... no!
- Yes... yes!

You're grounded!