All language subtitles for Nowhere Man - S01E13 - Contact

My name is Thomas
Vail, or at least it was.

I'm a photographer. I did it all.

Wife, house, friends, career.

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 to me.

A while later is proof
that these events are real.

I know they are. They have to be.

Months have passed since I've
heard a familiar voice speak my name.

Since I've seen
recognition in someone's eyes.

I continue to hold out hope in
spite of what I'm living through.

But whoever has done this to me
might have overlooked something.

A small piece of my life that got
tucked away in a distant corner.

I have secured a job working as a
messenger for Jumeirah Photo Works.

Shamero is a large photo
syndicator. Some years ago,

I sent a dozen photographs to
them for sale to syndication.

I'm hoping that somewhere,
buried deep within their archives,

I might find some trace of my past.

Hell, they could have
been there and back by now.

Oh, he's not still dipping into that
street, mind you, over in Charlestown.

At least you'll keep quiet about it.

Oh, hey, Mayor Rimmings,
47th and Tower, yesterday. Hey,

did you page me with
this number? You get one

page on that puppy and
one page only. 9-1-1.

That means it's me. That means get
the lard out and get to a telephone.

Nobody else has your pager number.

Hey, Joey, I need
something from the stacks.

Hey, Marco, you got to run.

All right, it's published.
You're on the way. Pop them.

Where's the key on the
counter where I left it?

No, I need the visible one.

Thank you.

What do you want?

I want to help you, Tom.

I'll bet.

Then you'd profit by that wager.

Well, why don't you start
by telling me who you are?

Meet me tonight at the Museum of
Science, fourth floor, 11 p.m.

I'll make sure it's worth your while.

You forgot the part about
make sure you come alone.

Given the state of your
mind, it hardly seems necessary.

Okay, that's the Museum of Science.

The Museum of Science will
be closing in five minutes.

Oh, I'm so glad you decided to come.

I think this will turn out to be
an educational experience for you.

It's something that you did.

What do you want?

I told you, I'm here to help you.

Why?

I'm going to help you
because you're going to help me.

Not likely.

A question worth contemplating.

Should we pull the plug?

For the last ten years,
I've been working for the

people that you've been
trying so hard to find.

And just who might that be?

I'm sure I don't need to
tell you that my employers

are a powerful, well-organized group.

They have little tolerance for people who
come between them and their objectives.

Yeah.

And what are those objectives?

When I began my association with them,

I was under the impression that
their objectives were the same as mine.

That no longer seems to be the case.

Oh, you don't get invited to the
company retreats much anymore?

Once a member of the
club, always a member.

I continue to do my job,
but you might say that

I have something of an attitude problem.

I'm going to take them down, Mr. Bale.

Piece by piece, if I have to,
but I am going to destroy them.

Well, great. Then why all this? Why not
just walk away and turn them in? To whom?

To the authorities.

You still don't understand,
do you? Beyond authority.

Why tell me?

The man I work for is Richard Grayson.

He is one of the
highest-ranking members of the organization.

And you're just volunteering his name?

For a purpose.

I told you, Tom, I'm here
to help you, if you help me.

What do you want?

I want you to kill Richard Graves.

The man you are looking at is Richard
Grace. The face is probably not familiar,

though he should be of
some importance to you.

Why is that? Go to the
county video archives.

Give the card to the person behind the
counter. You'll be handed a videotape.

I have no doubt you
will find it interesting.

I'm sure you're all
aware that I've called this

session to consider a matter of erasure.

You've all had a
chance to review this case.

I have strongly recommended
his erasure to the board,

and I expect that you will
greenlight this project.

It is of personal interest to me.

Thank you for your support in this matter.

I hope you enjoyed the video.

What's your point?

What did you think that
was going to accomplish?

I just thought you might be
interested in putting a face

to the man who was
responsible for your erasure.

A face isn't what I need.

I also thought that once you
knew more about Richard Grace,

it would make your decision
to kill him that much easier.

I haven't made that decision.

You will.

You know, on the other hand
you may have just pointed me

towards a man who holds
the answers to my questions.

A man who does me more good alive than
dead. You presume quite a bit, Mr. Phil.

Richard Grace executes.
He does not initiate.

You're telling me that the man who
approved my erasure doesn't know the reasons why?

He's a man who thrives on power, on
knowing that he can control or ruin others.

If given the opportunity to know
why, he would not be interested.

Although in your case, he did
have something personal at stake.

Maybe you should ask him.

How did you get these?

Richard Grace had a home, a life,
maybe even a wife who loved him.

What she knows and doesn't
know about her husband's

job might make no difference at all.

If someone had told me a few months ago
that I would be sitting here watching

men who took my life and debating
whether or not I could take his life,

I wouldn't have believed it.

But now...

Watching the routine, normalcy.

Who knows?

The difficult truth is, despite my rage
and my anger at killing Richard Grace,

it would not change my life in any way.

Something special you were looking for?

No, I'm looking for a man,
actually, a friend of mine.

I thought I saw him
going to that back room

just before I came in. He's got gray hair.

He's about 5'11",
wearing a dark gray suit.

And you saw him come in here?
Yeah, he talked to you for a second,

and then he went in the back.

I'm sorry, sir, you must be mistaken.

You should learn to
follow orders, Mr. Vail.

Well, I'm a slow learner.

So I've been told.

Go to St. Mark's Church on 4th.

They say confession is good for the soul.

And if I don't come...

I'm beginning to
understand why they consider your

reconditioning and elimination a priority.

You are, to coin a
phrase, a pain in the ass.

Thank you.

You came extremely close to
putting our arrangement in jeopardy.

We don't have an arrangement.

You do seem to possess an exaggerated
sense of self-importance, Mr. Vale.

Well, let's just say
I've had encouragement.

Touché.

Fortunately, you did
not do enough damage to

prevent us from proceeding with our plans.

Sit down, Mr. Vale.

You'll leave when I want you to leave.

It's all so easy for you
people, isn't it? What's that?

Just eliminating who or what stands in
your way. Well, I'm not you. Not yet.

I would have thought the
most recent photographs

would have been sufficient incentive.

What's his connection to my wife?

Your wife?

Allison.

How did you get those
photographs? What are they doing together?

Richard Grace leaves
town tomorrow morning.

He'll be gone for almost a month.

His wife left today ahead of him, so
he will be alone for the next 24 hours.

It would be best for
you to kill him tonight.

Sorry, I've made other plans.

I think about it, and
yeah, it makes sense.

However, there is an
alarm beam by the left side.

In order to disarm this beam, use the
keypad on the outside of the French door.

The code is 47223.

I've marked the
position of the alarm beams.

Mrs. Grace is visiting
her sons at the private

military academy where they attend school.

Mr. Grace usually arrives home by 7.

He'll eat dinner and do
paperwork until 9.30.

By 10, he'll be in his room sleeping.

If you do this right, the man can go
to bed without a care in the world.

You can enter his bedroom.

It's heavily carpeted, and he
can die contentedly in his sleep.

How easy is it to kill
another human being?

In some strange way, killing Richard Grace

could be considered an
act of self-defense.

Albeit after the fact.

After all, Richard Grace
is the man who murdered me.

The man who, without care
or concern, took my life.

As I walked towards this house,

I kept telling myself that
I was more interested in

having my questions
answered than I was in revenge.

I kept telling that to myself,
though I'm not sure I believed.

Look, I know very
little encouragement to use.

Just put it down.

There's no money in the house.

You got it, too.

You didn't make it this
far, did you? How did you?

Look, if you're going to kill me,

I'd at least have time to be
able to leave a note for my family.

I didn't give you the
opportunity you never gave me. Go to hell.

Go to hell, Mr. Grace.

Besides, from what I can see,

you've been spending most of
your free time with my family.

With your family?

Oh, you mean those. I mean those.

Sit down.

Looks as though the
shoe is on the other foot.

Why?

Why what?

Why was my life erased?

Why did you steal my photograph?

Why is it so important for
you to get the negative?

What'd you tell my wife?

Your wife?

How's it feel, Richard?

How's it feel to know
someone else is in control?

To know someone else can make the
decision as to whether you live or die?

It wasn't personal.

You're a cool bastard.

Think about it. Think, Richard. Why don't
you think about your wife and your sons?

And I want you to think
about my finger on this trigger.

This takes so little, doesn't it?
Just the slightest amount of pressure.

You'll never see those boys grow up.

You'll never hear anybody say, I love you.

You'll never get to say it to anybody.

No past, no present, no future.

Melissa, shut up! You
really hate me, don't you?

You created me, you son of a bitch.

The man standing here with his
finger on the trigger is your creation.

And the rest of your life is up to me.

All I have to do, I just have to
make one small, simple decision.

A man like you is probably wondering
why I would even hesitate. I mean,

it's just a life, isn't
it? There's so many others.

I mean, why should a person
hesitate about taking one here and there?

At the end of the day, it's kind
of like turning off a light switch.

It's something I could never live with.

I'd like you to answer some questions.

Thanks for watching.

Richard Grace, a successful
security industry analyst,

was perhaps best known
for his yearly fundraising

efforts on behalf of the
End Hunger Now campaign.

Though there are no
eyewitnesses to the shooting,

Police Detective Roger
Coleman told us earlier...

It's usually pretty quiet neighborhoods,

so there was no one on the
streets at the time of the shooting.

We have recovered the
murder weapon, however,

and there's a good deal of
trace evidence at the scene.

That trace evidence, Detective Coleman
told me, is in the form of hair, blood,

fingerprint, and fiber traces left
behind at the scene by the murderer.

We'll have updates as they
happen. Reporting live from Salem.

Have you seen anyone come in
the last three or four hours?

People come in and out of
here all the time at the hotel.

Either you do better than
that, or we're going to

have to do it room to
room. You got a warrant?

Come on, man. Okay, guys,
room to room. You just let

him start on the top
floor, work your way down.

Police, open up.

What's going on? It's 3
o'clock in the morning.

We're looking for somebody.

Well, I'm the only one here.

What's your name?

Tom.

Tom Vale. Do you mind if I
take a look around, Mr. Vale?

Do you want any of the chimneys?

No.

Come on in.

You going somewhere?

Oh, come on, man. Sue me. I
don't use hotel dressers.

Never know who's been there before you.

So, can you tell me
what this is all about?

We're looking for somebody.

Oh, that's it. You're
just looking for somebody.

That's all you need to know.

You in your room all night?

Oh, yeah, since I was about
nine, I got an early appointment.

Yeah, right.

Get up, please.

Excuse me? I said get up.

Who was your appointment with, the dry
cleaner? I can explain. Yeah, you will.

Hanson, yeah, I got him. 322.

I think about it, and
yeah, it makes sense.

I think about it, and
yeah, it makes sense.

Wait a minute.

I hope you weren't expecting a movie.

I tried to get a print of the
fugitive, but on such short notice.

What do you want? I've
already got the negatives.

At the risk of repeating
myself, Mr. Vail, I want to help you.

Really?

Oh, that's why you had me
framed for murder. To help me.

I wonder if Mr. Grace is dead.

He's dead.

If I'm happy, Mr. Gale, you'll be
happy. Well, gee, it's a thrill a minute.

Don't you see?

We're both free and clear now.

Richard Grace is dead.

And once they've run your
fingerprints and blood type,

no one in the
organization will suspect me.

Well, how nice for you.

You may have forgotten one thing, however.

How is this supposed to help me?

Grace is a casualty of war.

It happens.

You struck first.

They know what a loose cannon you are.

Think about it.

Can they want you any
more than they already do?

Listen, the stakes are different now!

It's not just about them and me
anymore. It's about murder and the police.

You still don't understand, do you?

Oh, I understand.

Now I have your organization and the
police to deal with. But I killed Mr. Grace.

The organization doesn't know that.

And they would never let you fall into
the hands of the police or the legal system.

Well, gee, I hope somebody
tells that to the police.

They already have.

Come up to the line.

Coming only six hours after
the murder of Richard Grace,

the police have arrested Mr. Grace's
32-year-old gardener, Manuel Lopez.

Police detective Roger
Coleman told reporters that

they had found personal items
stashed in Mr. Lopez's basement.

Do you know, Mr.
Graham, how simple it all is?

They can rewrite any story any time and
make the ending come out any way they want.

Not so my blood.

My fingerprints on the gun.

My people know that, Mr. Vail.

The police and the public
will believe otherwise.

So you see, we have indeed
killed one bird with two stones.

Richard Grace is dead.

I still hold my position
with the organization,

and you're cleared of any murder charges.

Call it a show of good faith, Tom.

I had them, and I returned them.

Why?

Take the tag.

You scratch my back, I'll
scratch yours. Flip-flop, crisscross,

a helping hand deserves another.

Why? Why give it to me?

What's in it for you?

Isn't that clear by now? I want
them taken down as much as you do.

Oh, I see. You want partners.

In a way.

What you learn from your
final engagement will help

you work your way to the
top of the organization.

Why don't you just draw me a straight
line right through the front door? Oh,

it gives me too much
pleasure to think of the

damage you can do to
them on your way there.

Makes you think I'll even use it.

Walk away, and never look back.