The Dead Zone s02e05 Episode Script
Precipitate
I had the perfect life until I was in a coma for six years.
And then I woke up and found my fiancée 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.
Stop it! Mom! It's him.
- What's happening, guys? - I see dead people.
- Cool.
- Come on.
He's lying.
Shut up! Hey, Johnny, did you really predict "J-Lo's failed romance" like it says? Hey! How many times have I told you not to talk to - strangers? - It's Johnny Smith, Mom.
I'm sorry.
I hope they didn't bother you.
- Oh, not at all.
- Go wait in the car now.
- I'll be there in a minute.
Sorry.
- That's okay.
Boy: I bet he doesn't even know Jennifer Lopez.
Yes, I do.
We hang out all the time together, me and J-Lo.
We do.
We actually Get a CBC, Chem-20, PT, PTT and type and cross him for six units.
I want D-dimers and fibrinogen, too.
Oh boy.
BP is 80 palp.
His heart rate's 130, very thready.
I think he's going into DIC.
We need six units of Cryo, stat! Cryo, infuse wide open.
Repeat the CBC.
Repeat all the labs.
(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.
* - Tell me it's not 2009.
- It's not 2009.
- Thank you.
- It's 2011.
Have the Red Sox won a World Series yet? Your insides got beat up a bit.
They had to stop some internal bleeding, but basically you're okay.
You'll be out of there in a few days.
- What about the kid? - The kid's fine, but - But what? - He's suing you.
- The kid? - Yeah.
I can't believe the kid I saved from being run over is suing me.
His mother says you scared him said you chased him down the street, almost got him killed.
- No good deed goes unpunished.
- Don't say that.
Any mitzvah you do changes you, changes the world around you.
- What? Mitzvah? - Right.
What's that, a Zen expression? Jewish Zen.
Kosher karma.
Didn't I tell you I signed up for a comparative religion class? - No.
- You've introduced positive energy into the cosmos, Johnny.
The world will be better for it.
You will be better for it.
I'll be sued for it.
Nurse: Just a moment, we'll be right with you.
Well, I'm a writer, I What have you written? Well, I wrote one book when I was in college.
- (coughs) - Ever since I was a kid, it's something I've always loved.
(distorted conversation) Let me guess: You saw a six figure out-of-court settlement.
Do me a favor, get Dr.
Gibson.
It'll be okay.
The insurance covers it all Bruce, get the doctor, okay? Please, man.
All right, man.
(laughing) She's laughing at my chart, man.
Why is she laughing? Dr.
Gibson is famous around the hospital for her twisted sense of humor.
Doctor: You're a walking laboratory of the mind, Johnny Smith.
I love it when you show up.
You make my day.
Glad I could help you.
I think you're about to have the most interesting month of your life.
When you were in that accident, you developed DIC Disseminated Intravascular Coagulation.
It just means that temporarily your blood wasn't clotting as it should.
So you were given Cryoprecipitate to get your clotting back on track.
Cryo is a pooled-blood product made from plasma.
The amount you received would have come from six or so different people.
Six or so different people? Yeah, and when their blood starts circulating around your body and occasionally through your dead zone Visions? You might have some company for the next 28 days.
That's how long it takes all the Cryo to filter out of your body.
The gift that keeps on giving.
Now, I want you to keep a journal.
Every time you have a vision, make an entry with date and time.
Don't even think about driving a car.
(alarm rings) (ringing stops) Good morning, everyone.
You don't like this job? You don't want to work here? No, he doesn't want to work here.
He hates his job.
I like my job.
I do.
Yeah, yeah, you want to write books, not sell them.
Mr.
Stephen King must be very worried right about now.
Don't let me catch you in the stockroom again writing your dumb stories, understand? Finish this display, so our customers can buy some real books.
I was just on a break.
I was just on a break.
(coughs) Spare some change for a vet, sir? (coughs) If I knew who you were or where to find you, I'd get you some cough medicine, my friend.
Excuse me, honey, six more of these, please.
Oysters and oatmeal not happening.
So, I really enjoyed meeting you, and I thought if you weren't busy, maybe on Saturday, we No.
No, of course.
I understand.
No.
I Yeah, sometimes it just doesn't work (dial tone) Health food stores.
Health food stores are a great place to meet women.
Healthy women.
In the last two weeks I've been bawled out by my boss for alphabetizing the cookbook section before self-help.
I've placed personal ads on 25 websites without one reply.
(sports playing on TV) I've searched through dumpsters looking for food and I've slept out in the cold with nothing to cover me except a plastic bag.
And I've done nose wheelies, and tire taps till my ass ached.
Oh, yeah, and I've had about 200 raw oysters.
Tell you something I hate oysters.
Johnny's voice: Please, not him.
Oh, and I'm pregnant.
I can tell.
You have that glow about you.
(ringing) And how did we all sleep last night? - Man: Oh my God! - (bell tolling) Woman: Oh my God! Did anyone see what happened? - Woman: Is there a pulse? - Man: It's too late for that.
Woman: Someone call 911.
What happened? Don't move the head.
- Bruce: Hello? - Bruce, do me a favor, get over here right away.
I need your car.
- Why? - Because at 3:00 today, one of me is going to die.
Will you please I am not making this up.
I need the information.
I cannot give you that information, Mr.
Smith.
The Red Cross has strict confidentiality rules.
Anyone who gives blood is guaranteed privacy.
You don't understand, I have been living with these people for weeks.
They are a part of me.
I can't let one of them die.
Can we deal here, please? We need names, you need blood.
Okay? Maybe that was a bad suggestion.
I do know that they all gave blood on the same day.
It was November 14th - How can you know that?! - I just do, ma'am! I don't even have access to those records.
I'm not making this up.
I know What if it was an oyster? What if the man ate a bad oyster? People sometimes die of food poisoning, don't they? You need to contact senior management with this.
I don't have time.
Someone who helped save my life is going to die today, unless I do something.
Please, I need the information.
I'm not lying to you.
- November 14th? - Yes, ma'am.
I can tell you where the bloodmobile was the day your donors gave blood, - but that's the best I can do.
- Great.
November 14th, Piscataquis County, Guilford Town Square.
- Let's go, let's go.
- Thank you.
The appointment sheet is on the desk.
- Appointment sheet? - You were inquiring about donating.
Oh, trust me, you don't want my blood.
I'm pregnant.
- (brakes screech) - Pedestrian: Whoa! Hey watch it! This is it.
- This is the place.
- (bell tolls) Clock tower.
It's 1:00, we only have two hours.
Both: Wait! Johnny: We narrowed the potential victims down to six.
- Six.
- It could be the messenger, could be the clerk who wears a yellow polo shirt, - or it could be a lonely guy.
- A lonely guy? - A guy who doesn't have a girlfriend.
- Yes, sir.
I understand, a lonely guy.
Johnny's voice: What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do? Are you can I do anything for you? Oh, and a pregnant woman.
She knows the lonely guy.
- Since when? - I just found out.
They work in the same office.
Adjacent cubicles.
- It must be one of these buildings.
- Cubicles, pregnant.
Now, she wears a silk blouse with a whimsical little giraffe print on it.
In tones of, like, russet and tan.
It's a shell really, with an irresistible little jewel neckline, covered by a nut-brown cardigan, tan slacks, and a brown loafer, size seven.
- Whimsical giraffes.
- Whimsical giraffes.
Oh, and there's a fat dude who loves loud, ugly, bad ties and raw oysters.
Oh, and a homeless vet with a bad cough.
- One of them is going to die today.
- At 3:00.
Yes, sir.
- Officer, you may not have heard of - I've heard.
My sister thinks you're cute.
Last year she was into the alligator hunter guy.
Let me see if I have this straight.
Messenger, bookstore clerk, lonely guy, pregnant woman, same office, loud tie, oysters, homeless man, cough.
- That about it? - That's about it.
Thanks for bringing this to our attention.
We'll look into it.
Thank you, ma'am.
Appreciate it.
I'm not sure if she's fully invested.
Do you know where this is going to happen? Not exactly.
Somewhere here in the plaza.
'Cause if you did, we could just stand and wait until 3:00.
We can't wait.
This person may already be dying and not even know it.
We need to split up.
How am I supposed to recognize your people, Johnny? Look for the fat guy with the bad tie, or the homeless vet with the bad cough.
At least you have visual cues to work from.
I'll look for the bookstore, pregnant woman and lonely guy.
The messenger's a jump ball.
We'll have to stay in touch by cell.
All right! Bookstore.
Progress, progress.
(coughing) - Spare some change, sir? - I heard you coughing.
What? No problem, I'll just move along.
Wait wait, sir.
Hold on.
- Let me give you some money.
- What? Look at that.
All yours.
It's all yours under one condition.
Oh, hey, I don't want no trouble, fella.
No, no, no - Let me take you to see a doctor.
- (coughs) I'm fine.
Okay? Maybe I just need enough for a bowl of soup.
You don't understand.
I'm worried about you.
Why would somebody like you be worried about someone like me? You fought for your country, didn't you? Isn't that reason enough to care? I could name you a few presidents who didn't care.
What's your name? Uh Mort.
Mort, did you sell some blood to the Red Cross a few weeks ago? - There's nothing wrong with my blood.
- I know, I know.
You know, I wasn't sick then, okay? I didn't sell it.
I donated it.
There's a war on.
- That's fine.
I appreciate that, sir.
- We need blood.
And they got bagels and orange juice - at the bloodmobile there.
- Yeah.
- That's cool.
- Yeah.
Let me take you to see a doctor.
How much did you say was in there again? It was like 60-something bucks and change.
There's a clinic I go to down the street.
- Now we're talking.
Come on.
- Let's go.
Show me which way it is.
This way? - Down here? - Yeah.
- (coughing) - It's all right.
Come on.
Bruce: Hey, Johnny! Wrong homeless guy? Wrong homeless guy.
Hey, Bruce, this is Mort.
We're on our way to the clinic.
Okay.
- You guys collect homeless people? - It's a long story, Mort.
Come on, don't worry about it.
- Bruce: Did you touch him? - Johnny: What? Did you touch him? Is it the guy you saw on the pavement or not? - He's pretty sick, it's a good bet - You didn't touch him?! You're gonna have to touch him, John.
- Listen, Mort, you're gonna be okay.
- Oh, yeah, yeah.
I've just gotta quit smoking.
I've been promising myself that for years.
- So? - It feels like he has a temperature.
I don't know? That's all I can tell you.
- I've got a good feeling about this.
- A good feeling like "a good feeling" or like "Johnny's got a good feeling"? Just a good feeling.
Of all the people, Mort was the one who was clearly at risk.
You heard the doctor.
I think we actually may have found the right guy the first time.
"Think" like a regular think, or think like "Johnny thinks.
" What, man? - Woman: What happened? - Man: I don't know.
- Call 911! - It's too late for that! - Is there a pulse?! - I can't feel a pulse.
Don't move the head! It's not over yet.
Bruce: You're sure we got the wrong guy? The book clerk might be ready to jump off a building.
The fat guy with a bad tie has a stomachache.
And the bike messenger does some life-threatening stunt every 30 seconds.
Oh, and keep your ears open for a Harley Fat Boy Softail.
- A what? - It's a motorcycle with a very angry skin-headed gorilla riding it.
- New blood donor you missed? - No, the pregnant lady's boyfriend.
She broke up with him last week.
He's gonna come out here and find her with the lonely guy, sitting on one of these benches.
By the looks of him, he might kill either one of them.
We have less than an hour.
I have to head to the bookstore to look for a guy in a yellow polo shirt.
Shouldn't be hard to spot.
- Oysters? - Oysters.
Oh, man.
Define bad ties.
They all look bad.
There's a whole lot of bad ties here, man.
Just admiring your tie, that's Hey, the salmon! Mm-mm, the salmon looks good.
Hey! Hey! Whatever you do, for God's sakes, don't eat the oysters.
What? Manager: Mr.
Stephen King must be very worried right about now.
Don't let me catch you in the stockroom again writing your dumb stories.
Understand? Finish this display, so our customers can buy some real books.
Excuse me.
Can I help you find what you're looking for, sir? I came to talk to you, Jonah.
- My name is John Smith.
- The psychic! I totally know who you are.
I've read all about you.
- Your visions it's very cool.
- Thanks, man.
Why do you want to talk to me? You were a blood donor, right? I'm the one that got your blood.
- It's had a very unusual side effect.
- Side effect? I've gotten to know you over the last couple of weeks, and I came here, Jonah, because I wanted to talk to you.
- I'm concerned about you.
- About me? Look, I don't know what you think you saw, but I know about the job.
I know about this horse's ass of a manager you've got.
I know about your writing.
And I know that you've been feeling like giving up lately.
Right? I just wanted to come and talk to you.
About what? About my future? Just tell me I'll be on the New York Times' bestseller list one day.
Yeah, right.
Look I don't need a psychic to tell me my future.
I'm doomed to spend the rest of my life in a bookstore watching a parade of semi-talented novelists sign copies of their latest, while I get them coffee.
I don't know if you're gonna be a successful writer, Jonah.
I don't know if you're not, either.
I've seen some of your stories they're not bad.
Not bad is not good.
I got a spike on my bedroom wall, with rejection letters from every sci-fi magazine and website you can name.
There must be like Right 200 rejections.
But some of those letters had personal notes of encouragement - from the editors, didn't they? - Not recently.
I can't even think of the last time I had a good idea for a story.
I've got a whole lot of ideas.
How about the idea of second sight? Fantastic tales from the unknown.
Just think of me as your own psychic muse, I don't know.
Why? Why would you want to help me? Because you and a few other people helped save my life when you gave blood.
- I'm just here to do what I can.
- (phone ringing) Excuse me.
This is John.
I just missed the messenger again, but I have a couple sitting on a park bench, eating popcorn.
Male overheard identifying himself as Bob.
Mid 30s, 5'7", wearing glasses, boat shoes, silver sideburns, your basic loser type.
Female partially identified as Shari, Shirley, or Charlize.
Late 20s, sad eyes, wearing giraffes.
- No sign of the Harley guy yet, Bruce? - No sign of him yet.
- Okay, I'll be right there, man.
- All right.
Jonah, I have to go talk to another client of mine while I'm down here, so let's get together and talk about this.
- My break is at 3:00.
- Okay.
I'll be here at 3:01, all right? Do me a favor, wrap up like 10 of those for me.
I'll need 10 copies of that book wrapped up.
I'll be back to pick it up at 3:01.
What did he buy? Finally, I thought that we'd never move those.
By the way, Hemingway, I thought I told you never to get your mail sent here.
I've just been going through a difficult time lately.
I know.
I hear you on the phone with your boyfriend sometimes.
- Oh.
- Not that I eavesdrop.
When you work in the cubicle next door Sometimes you just can't help it.
I know.
I hear you too, sometimes.
- Oh.
I hate to think - I just felt so bad for you.
All those stupid girls, and you're such a nice guy.
After three years in the next cubicle you kind of get a feeling about somebody.
- I just - Hi! I'm sorry for interrupting.
Maybe you know who I am.
I'm John Smith.
Maybe you heard of me.
Visions and Let me just cut to the chase.
Listen, you two are meant for each other.
Every other relationship up till this point has been meaningless.
Bob, your loneliness has finally come to an end.
Shirley, you'll never have to date a jerk again.
- It's Shari, - Whatever.
Listen, Bob's gonna be your Lamaze partner.
(blows) He'll be a perfect father, go to every Little League game, and change the messiest, stinkiest, loveliest diapers.
- Bruce: John! - (motorcycle rumbling) Hold on one second.
You two are going to have your own child together.
He'll be a perfect little kid, despite a bad allergy to strawberries.
Then, when you both move out of your respective apartments, you're gonna buy a cute little two bedroom Cape Cod somewhat out of your range, but with a second mortgage and a promotion, you'll be happy and warm, living surrounded by your children for years to come.
Listen, in order for you two to benefit from all this it's really important that you get the hell out of here right now.
As crazy as that sounds, you really - We gotta hold him off.
- We?! Oh my God! Clyde Clyde, don't do this! How ya doing? I'm John Smith I won't let him hurt you again.
No I (screams) Oh my God.
Somehow your visions never mentioned his aikido.
Never came up.
You know, I don't think this guy needs our help.
Someone still does.
(sighs) Okay, we've got Jonah, Mort, Bob, and Shari covered.
- We're missing the bike rider.
- What about the oyster guy? - I think I got the oyster guy.
- "Think" like regular think or I nuked the entire restaurant, all right? I made an announcement not to eat the oysters.
You should have seen the looks on their faces.
How do you know he didn't eat before you got there or after you left? John, people die every day.
If we saved everyone, we'd have an overpopulated planet.
Damn it! Look who's back.
I thought we voted him off the island.
- We can't let him wander the plaza.
- I'll look after him.
I gotta go check in on Jonah at the bookstore.
Keep an eye out for the messenger guy.
Spare some change for a cup of coffee, mister? What happened to the 60 bucks my friend gave you? - Oh, it's you.
- Yeah.
- It's committed.
Fully committed.
- Fully committed, what does that mean? I put it into my IRA account.
What do you care? You can't have it back.
Change for a coffee? - You're supposed to be at the clinic.
- I was T and R'd.
Treated and released, man.
Medical care ain't the same in this country since HMOs.
Okay, look, do you really want a cup of coffee? - You buying? - Yeah, yeah, come on.
- I'm buying.
- (coughs) Hey.
Oh, I have your books ready and wrapped, sir.
- Where's Jonah? - Jonah doesn't work here anymore.
- You fired him?! - No, he quit.
The kid's a wannabe writer.
He got another rejection letter after you left, and that was that.
Mort: Hey, you know, it's not often that people stop and talk to a guy like me, let alone join me for a cup of java.
You can thank my friend Johnny for that.
He has a way of getting involved with people.
And you play Sancho to his Don Quixote.
Sometimes, yeah.
Hey, listen, I gotta go to that sporting goods store and pick up a couple of things for me and my buddy.
But it's been nice, man.
Likewise.
Hey, listen, where's that mission of yours, anyway? You know, I might like to spend some time with you fellas.
Sure, I'll give you the address.
It's a nice place.
- Lots of guest rooms.
- (phone ringing) One second.
Yeah? I think it's Jonah.
He quit the bookstore.
I think he's gonna jump from the building.
Where are you? I'm at the coffee shop, other side of the plaza.
I don't think I can get there in time.
Can you? Okay, I'll try.
Hey! He's not up here! Then who? Where's the fat guy? It's not him.
I already got his oysters.
- Johnny: Where's Mort? - He's fine! There's the couple.
Everyone else is accounted for.
Who's left? - It's the messenger! - Where?! Right here! Stop! No! (clock striking) Any mitzvah you do changes you, changes the world around you.
Shari: You are the sweetest man I ever met.
- And brave, too.
- It's nothing.
Thank you.
They're so beautiful.
He looks so unhappy.
- I'm gonna give this man a flower.
- Sure.
For me? Thank you.
You're welcome.
Come on.
Spare some change for a cup of coffee, sir? Here, you take this.
- Why, thank you, sir.
- You're welcome.
(exhales) You okay? Yeah, I think so.
I never saw him coming.
Good thing you were there.
Bruce: Yeah, real good thing.
(sighs) You know what the Talmud says.
"Be as scrupulous in performing a minor commandment as a major one, for you know not the reward it will bring.
" Now they all go on with their own lives.
Bob and Shari are taking a plunge into a hot tub right about now, I'm trying not to peek.
Jonah doesn't need me as a muse any longer.
He's found a real one in that messenger girl.
You never mentioned that she was a girl.
You know things get very confusing in visions.
So I can see.
By the way, speaking of the future Mort might be coming by.
Coming by? Yeah, you know, if it gets really cold.
I gave him your address.
He can use the east wing for a night or two.
You can use the company, he's a great raconteur.
Really? I'm going to dinner with Barclay, you want to come? Yeah.
Who's Barclay? The oyster guy.
He knows all the good restaurants.
(theme music playing) - No no! - Yes yes! You're grounded!
And then I woke up and found my fiancée 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.
Stop it! Mom! It's him.
- What's happening, guys? - I see dead people.
- Cool.
- Come on.
He's lying.
Shut up! Hey, Johnny, did you really predict "J-Lo's failed romance" like it says? Hey! How many times have I told you not to talk to - strangers? - It's Johnny Smith, Mom.
I'm sorry.
I hope they didn't bother you.
- Oh, not at all.
- Go wait in the car now.
- I'll be there in a minute.
Sorry.
- That's okay.
Boy: I bet he doesn't even know Jennifer Lopez.
Yes, I do.
We hang out all the time together, me and J-Lo.
We do.
We actually Get a CBC, Chem-20, PT, PTT and type and cross him for six units.
I want D-dimers and fibrinogen, too.
Oh boy.
BP is 80 palp.
His heart rate's 130, very thready.
I think he's going into DIC.
We need six units of Cryo, stat! Cryo, infuse wide open.
Repeat the CBC.
Repeat all the labs.
(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.
* - Tell me it's not 2009.
- It's not 2009.
- Thank you.
- It's 2011.
Have the Red Sox won a World Series yet? Your insides got beat up a bit.
They had to stop some internal bleeding, but basically you're okay.
You'll be out of there in a few days.
- What about the kid? - The kid's fine, but - But what? - He's suing you.
- The kid? - Yeah.
I can't believe the kid I saved from being run over is suing me.
His mother says you scared him said you chased him down the street, almost got him killed.
- No good deed goes unpunished.
- Don't say that.
Any mitzvah you do changes you, changes the world around you.
- What? Mitzvah? - Right.
What's that, a Zen expression? Jewish Zen.
Kosher karma.
Didn't I tell you I signed up for a comparative religion class? - No.
- You've introduced positive energy into the cosmos, Johnny.
The world will be better for it.
You will be better for it.
I'll be sued for it.
Nurse: Just a moment, we'll be right with you.
Well, I'm a writer, I What have you written? Well, I wrote one book when I was in college.
- (coughs) - Ever since I was a kid, it's something I've always loved.
(distorted conversation) Let me guess: You saw a six figure out-of-court settlement.
Do me a favor, get Dr.
Gibson.
It'll be okay.
The insurance covers it all Bruce, get the doctor, okay? Please, man.
All right, man.
(laughing) She's laughing at my chart, man.
Why is she laughing? Dr.
Gibson is famous around the hospital for her twisted sense of humor.
Doctor: You're a walking laboratory of the mind, Johnny Smith.
I love it when you show up.
You make my day.
Glad I could help you.
I think you're about to have the most interesting month of your life.
When you were in that accident, you developed DIC Disseminated Intravascular Coagulation.
It just means that temporarily your blood wasn't clotting as it should.
So you were given Cryoprecipitate to get your clotting back on track.
Cryo is a pooled-blood product made from plasma.
The amount you received would have come from six or so different people.
Six or so different people? Yeah, and when their blood starts circulating around your body and occasionally through your dead zone Visions? You might have some company for the next 28 days.
That's how long it takes all the Cryo to filter out of your body.
The gift that keeps on giving.
Now, I want you to keep a journal.
Every time you have a vision, make an entry with date and time.
Don't even think about driving a car.
(alarm rings) (ringing stops) Good morning, everyone.
You don't like this job? You don't want to work here? No, he doesn't want to work here.
He hates his job.
I like my job.
I do.
Yeah, yeah, you want to write books, not sell them.
Mr.
Stephen King must be very worried right about now.
Don't let me catch you in the stockroom again writing your dumb stories, understand? Finish this display, so our customers can buy some real books.
I was just on a break.
I was just on a break.
(coughs) Spare some change for a vet, sir? (coughs) If I knew who you were or where to find you, I'd get you some cough medicine, my friend.
Excuse me, honey, six more of these, please.
Oysters and oatmeal not happening.
So, I really enjoyed meeting you, and I thought if you weren't busy, maybe on Saturday, we No.
No, of course.
I understand.
No.
I Yeah, sometimes it just doesn't work (dial tone) Health food stores.
Health food stores are a great place to meet women.
Healthy women.
In the last two weeks I've been bawled out by my boss for alphabetizing the cookbook section before self-help.
I've placed personal ads on 25 websites without one reply.
(sports playing on TV) I've searched through dumpsters looking for food and I've slept out in the cold with nothing to cover me except a plastic bag.
And I've done nose wheelies, and tire taps till my ass ached.
Oh, yeah, and I've had about 200 raw oysters.
Tell you something I hate oysters.
Johnny's voice: Please, not him.
Oh, and I'm pregnant.
I can tell.
You have that glow about you.
(ringing) And how did we all sleep last night? - Man: Oh my God! - (bell tolling) Woman: Oh my God! Did anyone see what happened? - Woman: Is there a pulse? - Man: It's too late for that.
Woman: Someone call 911.
What happened? Don't move the head.
- Bruce: Hello? - Bruce, do me a favor, get over here right away.
I need your car.
- Why? - Because at 3:00 today, one of me is going to die.
Will you please I am not making this up.
I need the information.
I cannot give you that information, Mr.
Smith.
The Red Cross has strict confidentiality rules.
Anyone who gives blood is guaranteed privacy.
You don't understand, I have been living with these people for weeks.
They are a part of me.
I can't let one of them die.
Can we deal here, please? We need names, you need blood.
Okay? Maybe that was a bad suggestion.
I do know that they all gave blood on the same day.
It was November 14th - How can you know that?! - I just do, ma'am! I don't even have access to those records.
I'm not making this up.
I know What if it was an oyster? What if the man ate a bad oyster? People sometimes die of food poisoning, don't they? You need to contact senior management with this.
I don't have time.
Someone who helped save my life is going to die today, unless I do something.
Please, I need the information.
I'm not lying to you.
- November 14th? - Yes, ma'am.
I can tell you where the bloodmobile was the day your donors gave blood, - but that's the best I can do.
- Great.
November 14th, Piscataquis County, Guilford Town Square.
- Let's go, let's go.
- Thank you.
The appointment sheet is on the desk.
- Appointment sheet? - You were inquiring about donating.
Oh, trust me, you don't want my blood.
I'm pregnant.
- (brakes screech) - Pedestrian: Whoa! Hey watch it! This is it.
- This is the place.
- (bell tolls) Clock tower.
It's 1:00, we only have two hours.
Both: Wait! Johnny: We narrowed the potential victims down to six.
- Six.
- It could be the messenger, could be the clerk who wears a yellow polo shirt, - or it could be a lonely guy.
- A lonely guy? - A guy who doesn't have a girlfriend.
- Yes, sir.
I understand, a lonely guy.
Johnny's voice: What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do? Are you can I do anything for you? Oh, and a pregnant woman.
She knows the lonely guy.
- Since when? - I just found out.
They work in the same office.
Adjacent cubicles.
- It must be one of these buildings.
- Cubicles, pregnant.
Now, she wears a silk blouse with a whimsical little giraffe print on it.
In tones of, like, russet and tan.
It's a shell really, with an irresistible little jewel neckline, covered by a nut-brown cardigan, tan slacks, and a brown loafer, size seven.
- Whimsical giraffes.
- Whimsical giraffes.
Oh, and there's a fat dude who loves loud, ugly, bad ties and raw oysters.
Oh, and a homeless vet with a bad cough.
- One of them is going to die today.
- At 3:00.
Yes, sir.
- Officer, you may not have heard of - I've heard.
My sister thinks you're cute.
Last year she was into the alligator hunter guy.
Let me see if I have this straight.
Messenger, bookstore clerk, lonely guy, pregnant woman, same office, loud tie, oysters, homeless man, cough.
- That about it? - That's about it.
Thanks for bringing this to our attention.
We'll look into it.
Thank you, ma'am.
Appreciate it.
I'm not sure if she's fully invested.
Do you know where this is going to happen? Not exactly.
Somewhere here in the plaza.
'Cause if you did, we could just stand and wait until 3:00.
We can't wait.
This person may already be dying and not even know it.
We need to split up.
How am I supposed to recognize your people, Johnny? Look for the fat guy with the bad tie, or the homeless vet with the bad cough.
At least you have visual cues to work from.
I'll look for the bookstore, pregnant woman and lonely guy.
The messenger's a jump ball.
We'll have to stay in touch by cell.
All right! Bookstore.
Progress, progress.
(coughing) - Spare some change, sir? - I heard you coughing.
What? No problem, I'll just move along.
Wait wait, sir.
Hold on.
- Let me give you some money.
- What? Look at that.
All yours.
It's all yours under one condition.
Oh, hey, I don't want no trouble, fella.
No, no, no - Let me take you to see a doctor.
- (coughs) I'm fine.
Okay? Maybe I just need enough for a bowl of soup.
You don't understand.
I'm worried about you.
Why would somebody like you be worried about someone like me? You fought for your country, didn't you? Isn't that reason enough to care? I could name you a few presidents who didn't care.
What's your name? Uh Mort.
Mort, did you sell some blood to the Red Cross a few weeks ago? - There's nothing wrong with my blood.
- I know, I know.
You know, I wasn't sick then, okay? I didn't sell it.
I donated it.
There's a war on.
- That's fine.
I appreciate that, sir.
- We need blood.
And they got bagels and orange juice - at the bloodmobile there.
- Yeah.
- That's cool.
- Yeah.
Let me take you to see a doctor.
How much did you say was in there again? It was like 60-something bucks and change.
There's a clinic I go to down the street.
- Now we're talking.
Come on.
- Let's go.
Show me which way it is.
This way? - Down here? - Yeah.
- (coughing) - It's all right.
Come on.
Bruce: Hey, Johnny! Wrong homeless guy? Wrong homeless guy.
Hey, Bruce, this is Mort.
We're on our way to the clinic.
Okay.
- You guys collect homeless people? - It's a long story, Mort.
Come on, don't worry about it.
- Bruce: Did you touch him? - Johnny: What? Did you touch him? Is it the guy you saw on the pavement or not? - He's pretty sick, it's a good bet - You didn't touch him?! You're gonna have to touch him, John.
- Listen, Mort, you're gonna be okay.
- Oh, yeah, yeah.
I've just gotta quit smoking.
I've been promising myself that for years.
- So? - It feels like he has a temperature.
I don't know? That's all I can tell you.
- I've got a good feeling about this.
- A good feeling like "a good feeling" or like "Johnny's got a good feeling"? Just a good feeling.
Of all the people, Mort was the one who was clearly at risk.
You heard the doctor.
I think we actually may have found the right guy the first time.
"Think" like a regular think, or think like "Johnny thinks.
" What, man? - Woman: What happened? - Man: I don't know.
- Call 911! - It's too late for that! - Is there a pulse?! - I can't feel a pulse.
Don't move the head! It's not over yet.
Bruce: You're sure we got the wrong guy? The book clerk might be ready to jump off a building.
The fat guy with a bad tie has a stomachache.
And the bike messenger does some life-threatening stunt every 30 seconds.
Oh, and keep your ears open for a Harley Fat Boy Softail.
- A what? - It's a motorcycle with a very angry skin-headed gorilla riding it.
- New blood donor you missed? - No, the pregnant lady's boyfriend.
She broke up with him last week.
He's gonna come out here and find her with the lonely guy, sitting on one of these benches.
By the looks of him, he might kill either one of them.
We have less than an hour.
I have to head to the bookstore to look for a guy in a yellow polo shirt.
Shouldn't be hard to spot.
- Oysters? - Oysters.
Oh, man.
Define bad ties.
They all look bad.
There's a whole lot of bad ties here, man.
Just admiring your tie, that's Hey, the salmon! Mm-mm, the salmon looks good.
Hey! Hey! Whatever you do, for God's sakes, don't eat the oysters.
What? Manager: Mr.
Stephen King must be very worried right about now.
Don't let me catch you in the stockroom again writing your dumb stories.
Understand? Finish this display, so our customers can buy some real books.
Excuse me.
Can I help you find what you're looking for, sir? I came to talk to you, Jonah.
- My name is John Smith.
- The psychic! I totally know who you are.
I've read all about you.
- Your visions it's very cool.
- Thanks, man.
Why do you want to talk to me? You were a blood donor, right? I'm the one that got your blood.
- It's had a very unusual side effect.
- Side effect? I've gotten to know you over the last couple of weeks, and I came here, Jonah, because I wanted to talk to you.
- I'm concerned about you.
- About me? Look, I don't know what you think you saw, but I know about the job.
I know about this horse's ass of a manager you've got.
I know about your writing.
And I know that you've been feeling like giving up lately.
Right? I just wanted to come and talk to you.
About what? About my future? Just tell me I'll be on the New York Times' bestseller list one day.
Yeah, right.
Look I don't need a psychic to tell me my future.
I'm doomed to spend the rest of my life in a bookstore watching a parade of semi-talented novelists sign copies of their latest, while I get them coffee.
I don't know if you're gonna be a successful writer, Jonah.
I don't know if you're not, either.
I've seen some of your stories they're not bad.
Not bad is not good.
I got a spike on my bedroom wall, with rejection letters from every sci-fi magazine and website you can name.
There must be like Right 200 rejections.
But some of those letters had personal notes of encouragement - from the editors, didn't they? - Not recently.
I can't even think of the last time I had a good idea for a story.
I've got a whole lot of ideas.
How about the idea of second sight? Fantastic tales from the unknown.
Just think of me as your own psychic muse, I don't know.
Why? Why would you want to help me? Because you and a few other people helped save my life when you gave blood.
- I'm just here to do what I can.
- (phone ringing) Excuse me.
This is John.
I just missed the messenger again, but I have a couple sitting on a park bench, eating popcorn.
Male overheard identifying himself as Bob.
Mid 30s, 5'7", wearing glasses, boat shoes, silver sideburns, your basic loser type.
Female partially identified as Shari, Shirley, or Charlize.
Late 20s, sad eyes, wearing giraffes.
- No sign of the Harley guy yet, Bruce? - No sign of him yet.
- Okay, I'll be right there, man.
- All right.
Jonah, I have to go talk to another client of mine while I'm down here, so let's get together and talk about this.
- My break is at 3:00.
- Okay.
I'll be here at 3:01, all right? Do me a favor, wrap up like 10 of those for me.
I'll need 10 copies of that book wrapped up.
I'll be back to pick it up at 3:01.
What did he buy? Finally, I thought that we'd never move those.
By the way, Hemingway, I thought I told you never to get your mail sent here.
I've just been going through a difficult time lately.
I know.
I hear you on the phone with your boyfriend sometimes.
- Oh.
- Not that I eavesdrop.
When you work in the cubicle next door Sometimes you just can't help it.
I know.
I hear you too, sometimes.
- Oh.
I hate to think - I just felt so bad for you.
All those stupid girls, and you're such a nice guy.
After three years in the next cubicle you kind of get a feeling about somebody.
- I just - Hi! I'm sorry for interrupting.
Maybe you know who I am.
I'm John Smith.
Maybe you heard of me.
Visions and Let me just cut to the chase.
Listen, you two are meant for each other.
Every other relationship up till this point has been meaningless.
Bob, your loneliness has finally come to an end.
Shirley, you'll never have to date a jerk again.
- It's Shari, - Whatever.
Listen, Bob's gonna be your Lamaze partner.
(blows) He'll be a perfect father, go to every Little League game, and change the messiest, stinkiest, loveliest diapers.
- Bruce: John! - (motorcycle rumbling) Hold on one second.
You two are going to have your own child together.
He'll be a perfect little kid, despite a bad allergy to strawberries.
Then, when you both move out of your respective apartments, you're gonna buy a cute little two bedroom Cape Cod somewhat out of your range, but with a second mortgage and a promotion, you'll be happy and warm, living surrounded by your children for years to come.
Listen, in order for you two to benefit from all this it's really important that you get the hell out of here right now.
As crazy as that sounds, you really - We gotta hold him off.
- We?! Oh my God! Clyde Clyde, don't do this! How ya doing? I'm John Smith I won't let him hurt you again.
No I (screams) Oh my God.
Somehow your visions never mentioned his aikido.
Never came up.
You know, I don't think this guy needs our help.
Someone still does.
(sighs) Okay, we've got Jonah, Mort, Bob, and Shari covered.
- We're missing the bike rider.
- What about the oyster guy? - I think I got the oyster guy.
- "Think" like regular think or I nuked the entire restaurant, all right? I made an announcement not to eat the oysters.
You should have seen the looks on their faces.
How do you know he didn't eat before you got there or after you left? John, people die every day.
If we saved everyone, we'd have an overpopulated planet.
Damn it! Look who's back.
I thought we voted him off the island.
- We can't let him wander the plaza.
- I'll look after him.
I gotta go check in on Jonah at the bookstore.
Keep an eye out for the messenger guy.
Spare some change for a cup of coffee, mister? What happened to the 60 bucks my friend gave you? - Oh, it's you.
- Yeah.
- It's committed.
Fully committed.
- Fully committed, what does that mean? I put it into my IRA account.
What do you care? You can't have it back.
Change for a coffee? - You're supposed to be at the clinic.
- I was T and R'd.
Treated and released, man.
Medical care ain't the same in this country since HMOs.
Okay, look, do you really want a cup of coffee? - You buying? - Yeah, yeah, come on.
- I'm buying.
- (coughs) Hey.
Oh, I have your books ready and wrapped, sir.
- Where's Jonah? - Jonah doesn't work here anymore.
- You fired him?! - No, he quit.
The kid's a wannabe writer.
He got another rejection letter after you left, and that was that.
Mort: Hey, you know, it's not often that people stop and talk to a guy like me, let alone join me for a cup of java.
You can thank my friend Johnny for that.
He has a way of getting involved with people.
And you play Sancho to his Don Quixote.
Sometimes, yeah.
Hey, listen, I gotta go to that sporting goods store and pick up a couple of things for me and my buddy.
But it's been nice, man.
Likewise.
Hey, listen, where's that mission of yours, anyway? You know, I might like to spend some time with you fellas.
Sure, I'll give you the address.
It's a nice place.
- Lots of guest rooms.
- (phone ringing) One second.
Yeah? I think it's Jonah.
He quit the bookstore.
I think he's gonna jump from the building.
Where are you? I'm at the coffee shop, other side of the plaza.
I don't think I can get there in time.
Can you? Okay, I'll try.
Hey! He's not up here! Then who? Where's the fat guy? It's not him.
I already got his oysters.
- Johnny: Where's Mort? - He's fine! There's the couple.
Everyone else is accounted for.
Who's left? - It's the messenger! - Where?! Right here! Stop! No! (clock striking) Any mitzvah you do changes you, changes the world around you.
Shari: You are the sweetest man I ever met.
- And brave, too.
- It's nothing.
Thank you.
They're so beautiful.
He looks so unhappy.
- I'm gonna give this man a flower.
- Sure.
For me? Thank you.
You're welcome.
Come on.
Spare some change for a cup of coffee, sir? Here, you take this.
- Why, thank you, sir.
- You're welcome.
(exhales) You okay? Yeah, I think so.
I never saw him coming.
Good thing you were there.
Bruce: Yeah, real good thing.
(sighs) You know what the Talmud says.
"Be as scrupulous in performing a minor commandment as a major one, for you know not the reward it will bring.
" Now they all go on with their own lives.
Bob and Shari are taking a plunge into a hot tub right about now, I'm trying not to peek.
Jonah doesn't need me as a muse any longer.
He's found a real one in that messenger girl.
You never mentioned that she was a girl.
You know things get very confusing in visions.
So I can see.
By the way, speaking of the future Mort might be coming by.
Coming by? Yeah, you know, if it gets really cold.
I gave him your address.
He can use the east wing for a night or two.
You can use the company, he's a great raconteur.
Really? I'm going to dinner with Barclay, you want to come? Yeah.
Who's Barclay? The oyster guy.
He knows all the good restaurants.
(theme music playing) - No no! - Yes yes! You're grounded!