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Noosphere Rising
0 Touch S01E07 Noosphere Rising (VO) The numbers your son gives you aren't new.
He found the Amelia Sequence.
- You're still chasing ghosts.
- I know what I saw.
There's a girl in that room.
Her name is Amelia.
If you don't believe me, just check it! You're part of this.
Oh, no.
Numbers are constant.
Until they're not.
Our inability to influence outcome is the great equalizer.
Makes the world fair.
Computers generate random numbers in an attempt to glean meaning out of probability.
Endless numerical sequences, lacking any pattern.
During cataclysmic global events-- tsunami, earthquake, the attacks on 9/11-- these random numbers suddenly stop being random.
As our collective consciousness synchronizes, so do the numbers.
Science can't explain the phenomenon, but religion does.
It's called prayer.
A collective request, sent up in unison.
A shared hope.
Numbers are constant, until they're not.
Hi.
They said you were in here.
Nice office.
I wish.
It's not mine.
We haven't got a lot of time.
Look at this.
What? There's a gap in the footage.
Why? I don't know, but we're missing a few seconds of Teller, outside of room six.
Can you zoom in? Play it again.
Okay, stop.
Look right there.
Teller's giving Jake something.
What is it? I'm not sure, but ten minutes later, he was dead.
I want to see my son now.
Hey, buddy.
Jake I want you to look at something, okay? This is Dr.
Teller.
He came to see you last week.
I need to know if he gave you something.
Teller's visitor's badge.
It's a dead man's hand.
- What? - It's a poker thing.
The aces represent ones.
Aces and eights.
It was the last hand that Wild Bill Hickok was holding before he was shot.
So Teller left this as a clue.
A road map.
A road map, right, Jake? Hi, I'm Natalie and Welcome to Video Blog 1188.
I have a story I want to share with you.
I just really thought Paris was the answer.
You see, I've been working so hard in school, and You know what? I'm not gonna lie.
I was hoping to meet someone.
Okay, you see? The guy I'd been dating for six months, Daryl, well, a week before we're supposed to leave to backpack Europe together, Daryl decides that, well, he's just not that into me anymore, and maybe Europe's not the best idea.
I decided to go anyway.
It rained for a week straight, I read every book I could find, and then just when I was thinking about heading to another country, I found this.
A flash drive, on the floor of the hostel where I was staying.
And this is what was on it.
_ _ Okay.
So, I speak Italian because I'm an Italian history major, but for those of you who don't, Paolo meets Celeste at the Piazza Navona in Rome, and it is thunderbolt love.
_ _ _ _ But before he has the chance to even kiss her, her friends sweep her away, and the next morning, she leaves for Paris.
All he knows is that she is going to be in New York City for her birthday, march 28, so he decides to fly there and meet her.
_ Now Celeste has absolutely no idea that Paolo's even looking for her, and she won't know to meet him at Kismet, and that just breaks my heart.
So! I am thinking that we should help find her.
If you know who she is, or how to contact her, then upload a video to my Web site.
Oh, come on, people.
The world needs more Paolos and less Daryls.
Let's find Celeste! You Who are? You startled me.
You're the guy from the hospital.
You're the nurse.
I saw you at the funeral.
My father's funeral.
I'm so sorry for your loss.
I'm a friend of your father's.
My name is Martin Bohm.
What, so you thought you'd just break in his house? No! No, no, no.
He gave me this key.
I-I thought it was for his house, but the door was open, so I just let myself in.
This isn't his house key.
He worked with my son.
My son's name is Jake.
Oh.
The miracle boy he was talking about.
Y-Yes.
He came to see me a couple days ago at the hospital He was having another brain event.
Another? Years ago, he had something similar.
The doctors thought it was a stroke, but he healed, and he became obsessed with patterns, and that led him to numbers, and equations.
So you know about your father's research.
I was his assistant.
I watched him lose everything.
He wasn't a prophet, Mr.
Bohm.
He had damage to his brain, and if he had accepted that fact, I could have helped save him.
Your father left that key with my son.
And, I think, for a reason.
I think he wanted me to have access to his research.
Well, he didn't keep any of it here.
Do you know where he kept it? When he refused my help at the hospital, I came by to check on him, and I followed him to a basement on the corner of Third and Allan.
The next day, same thing.
I think this key might fit that door.
Thank you.
Her name is Abigail Kelsey.
She says she's Jake's aunt, but she's not on the approved visitors list.
Mrs.
Kelsey? Clea Hopkins.
- Oh, hello.
- Hi.
I've been filling out this damn thing for the past ten minutes.
It's amazing they don't ask for my blood type.
Yes, I'm sorry.
You're not on the approved visitors list, and what with families being complicated, we have to take precautions.
Oh, so you mean it's not because my brother-in-law told you we don't exactly get along? He might have indicated that, but as Jake's sole guardian, he has the right to determine who visits.
You're right; I'm sorry.
I just moved back to New York, and I was just really anxious to reconnect with my little chipmunk.
I'm sure you and Martin can figure something out.
I hope so.
I can wait here while you call him.
Oh, in the meantime, I brought something for Jake.
It's my company's latest computer tablet.
It's not gonna be out on the market until this summer, but I was able to pull a couple of strings.
I thought that it might help Jake communicate.
I'll let Jake know it's from you.
Then I'll call Martin.
- Thank you.
- Okay.
Doesn't work.
Who are you? Uh, I'm sorry.
I'm a friend of Arthur Teller's.
You want in, it's a thousand bucks.
"I, George Herman Jones, being of sound and disposing mind do hereby declare and publish this to be my last will and testament.
" Can we just jump to the important part? You mean the part where he leaves you money? Don't hold your breath.
Don't make me the bad guy here, Zeke.
This is not about money.
Yeah, right.
As his only heir, I'm just here to get the deed so I can liquidate the station.
Just keep reading.
"I hereby grant and bequeath all property, which includes all 1188 hectares pertaining to the Groton Valley Station, to my friend and companion of 20 years" "Zeus.
" My father left the station to his damn horse? Zeus was here when he was sick.
So was I.
I came all they way here from New Jersey to do us all a favor, to sell this place, to try and at least break even.
I'd say that's Zeus' decision now.
- No, there is no way that my father - You two might want to wait till you hear the rest.
"And finally, as for my useless city slicker of a son, Devon Michael Jones, if by some miracle he should decide he wants the station, then his ownership will be based on one condition" He didn't stipulate how long or how far I'm supposed to ride him? I reckon you mount him and the place is yours.
How hard can that be? There's some general rules to follow when approaching a horse for the first time.
Yeah, yeah.
I got it.
First rule always keep the gate shut.
What a week.
Since I posted Paolo's video Valentine, I've heard from people all over the world New Zealand.
Denmark.
American Samoa.
I never even knew where that place was, but now, if I ever find myself there, I can sleep on this girl's couch.
Ooh, and these girls are hilarious.
They have their own show called Happy Pop Twins.
I subscribe to their channel and I found the coolest band.
_ _ _ _ _ But anyway, this is why we're all here.
To help Paolo.
I mean, like, aw, look at that face.
The way he's looking at her.
Uh, I mean, he's looking at the camera, but you know, he's talking to her.
Celeste is one lucky girl.
A thousand dollars.
Have a seat.
Deal him in, Stacey.
Hi.
My name's Martin.
Your Aunt Abigail brought this for you, Jake.
See this icon here? It links pictures with spoken words.
Bird.
Can you say "bird"? So this morning I wake up and this guy Jorge from Argentina has posted this Okay, he's basically saying that Celeste has to be from Argentina because they invented dulce de leche and now all other ice cream makers have stolen it for their own.
_ _ _ _ _ _ Oh, obviously, he's talking about Celeste.
Not that I think Paolo doesn't deserve Celeste.
I think that Paolo deserves whoever he wants.
You know, maybe he's talking about Daryl.
You know, if, um if Celeste doesn't show up, then Paolo's gonna be crushed.
I wish I wish we could all be there for him.
Like, if we can all show our support from wherever we are.
Oh, like, um, like a worldwide thing on March 28.
Ha! And we can we can all wear red! Like, uh, a red scarf or a red hat.
Oh, and upload a video of yourself.
I'll edit it together.
This is gonna be amazing.
Team I Believe in Love, let's do it! Here, Zeus.
Not gonna hurt ya.
I just want to put this bit in your mouth.
Blinds are 10, 25.
My friend Arthur Teller told me about this game.
Any of you know him? Action.
Fold.
Let's raise 150.
Call, raise, or fold? Of course.
I will - call.
- I fold.
How about you? Do you know Arthur Teller? You another math guy? Sort of.
If you're playing those numbers of his, - they never work.
- What numbers? His sequence.
He always bets on cards in some crazy number sequence.
Aces, eights Excuse me? Nothing.
It's on you.
I'm all in.
Yeah, I got your money covered.
Call.
Let's see 'em.
Looks like you walked into a buzz saw.
Guess that's why they call it a dead man's hand.
Full house wins.
Cash me out.
a hundred.
Is there a problem here? Jonathan will be taking over for Stacey, folks.
Hey.
Wait.
What the hell just happened back there? I got screwed.
Again.
That's what happened.
Well, who's Logan? None of your business.
Look, my friend Arthur Teller, I think he wanted me to find you or this Logan guy.
The problem is I don't know why because he just passed away.
Teller is dead? Yes.
My God, I wonder if Logan knows.
Please, who is Logan? Uh a player.
In every sense of the word.
He started playing here around the same time Teller did.
They'd talk about numbers.
W-Wait.
He's a numbers guy, too? He's a math professor somewhere.
Maybe he lied about that, too.
What do you mean? What else would he lie about? Logan played at my table six weeks in a row.
We got friendly.
It's against the rules.
I thought I'd been in this racket long enough to spot a con.
Week six, he won big.
Two hundred thousand dollars.
Never saw him again.
And now I'm paying back his winnings because the house runners figured I was in on it.
Look, I'm sorry.
And I know this must be difficult for you, but please Is there any way you could think of that I might be able to find this guy Logan? I don't know, and I don't care.
I'm trying to forget I ever met him.
Look Geez.
Yeah? Martin, it's me, Clea.
Your sister Abigail is here.
Abigail? What the hell is she doing here? She claims she just wants to see Jake.
Listen to me, don't let her see Jake.
Do you understand? Do not let her anywhere near my son.
I'm on my way.
- I don't understand.
- She's a member of Jake's extended family.
- She could offer support that will help your case.
- Trust me, her only goal is to take my son away from me.
Well, it's nice to see you again too, Martin.
Well, I'm sure you two have a lot of catching up to do.
I thought you should know I just filed a petition to become Jake's legal guardian.
- What? - Don't flatter yourself, Abigail.
They're not gonna let you take Jake away from me.
Well, it's doubtful you can stop me this time, isn't it? Spotlight's shining pretty bright on you now, what with being so inconsistent in attending Jake's evaluations while he's been here.
- How did you get a hold of his file? - You know what? With all your money and your influence didn't work the first time.
- So take your best shot.
- You're going up in front of the review board and you're gonna lose.
And when you do, the state's gonna institutionalize him, and they're gonna put Jake someplace unbearably far away from the both of us.
Giving me full custody is your best option.
If Sarah knew what you were doing right now, she would Forget it.
You you just stay the hell away from my son.
Hey, buddy.
Just came by to check in on you.
What you got there? Your computer tablet-- I haven't seen one like that.
It's cool.
What are you looking at, Jake? Hmm? Oh, my God.
Logan Coteweiler.
Professor of mathematics, Margrave University.
Jake, do you want me to see that man? Is that what you want? Okay.
I'll be back as soon as I can.
Daryl called me.
He said that I was making a fool out of myself with these videos, and the whole thing was silly and uncool.
Well, nobody's ever accused me of being cool.
I was imagining what it must be like to have someone search for me like that.
Fly across the ocean to meet me on my birthday.
Ugh.
I'm sorry, everyone.
I'm signing off.
All right now, take it easy.
You want my help? Just ask.
Sure.
'Cause you're rooting for me.
I bet my father owes you more money than this place was worth.
Well, I didn't quit on him, and he didn't quit on me.
I didn't quit.
I saw the writing on the wall.
I was good with numbers.
That is not my fault.
I went to America, to university to make something of myself.
With no help from him, I might add.
You want this station, you got to make that horse respect you.
All right, fine.
I can use a little help.
All right.
First a horse can smell the city on you.
You got to fool them into thinking you're something other than what you are.
Well, how do I do that? Take off that expensive shirt and get dirty.
This is absolutely amazing.
- Well, you're so welcome.
- Oh, Clea.
Ms.
Kelsey here has generously offered to endow a beta-tablet pilot program for our special-needs clients.
Isn't that great? How charitable.
You may not approve, but everything I am doing is in Jake's best interest.
Is it? Oh, my God.
He looks more like my sister every day.
I'm not gonna let you take him without a fight.
I don't owe you an explanation.
But you'll come to see for yourself that I came back here to protect him.
Protect him from what? Logan Coteweiler.
Damn it.
Professor? Professor? Oh, no.
Oh, my God.
I have an emergency.
I found a man unconscious.
Margrave University Math Department.
Medications? I-I-I don't know; please, just get the paramedics here as soon as you can.
Thank you.
Come on.
Oh! Oh, come on, man.
I smell like mud.
Well, the joke's on me, isn't it? You got me all the way down here, and you made a fool of me.
I never was good enough for you.
I can't even ride a horse.
I just wanted you to love me.
Uh Hi, my name is Martin Bohm.
Do you know Logan Coteweiler? Yeah, yeah, why? I just found him unconscious.
Nobody's here; yours was the last number he tried to dial.
He's diabetic.
Wait, wait.
Where are you? - In his office.
- All right, there's There's a small refrigerator behind his desk.
On the second shelf, th-th-there are syringes loaded with insulin.
Hold on.
Okay, I got it.
Where do I inject him? The arm, bum, doesn't matter.
Hold on.
Come on.
Stay with me.
Come on.
Is he okay? Come on.
- Is he okay? - Come on.
Uh, is he coming to? You're gonna be all right.
Hello? - Hello? - Okay, he's coming to.
Thank you.
I'll have him call you back.
So, I woke up this morning to a flood of e-mails and video posts.
You guys are amazing.
Just married! Don't give up, Natalie.
We believe in love.
You are not dumb because love is never dumb.
And I will fight for love with you.
You're an inspiration.
That guy Daryl was a jerk.
Don't listen to Daryl.
The whole world is on your side.
You made me feel very loved.
And you know what? Love is not silly.
And anyone who thinks it is, well, I feel sorry for you.
But now for the news we've all been waiting for.
We found Celeste.
Well, sort of, um This guy who's been traveling in Brazil he found this phone-- it's been skipping around the world, and one of them is of Celeste.
_ _ _ _ _ So, Celeste will meet Paolo at Kismet, like we all hoped.
And please remember to wear red wherever you are.
We are actually doing this, people.
Thank you very much.
How did you find me? It's a long story.
But I did run into the dealer from your poker game, Stacey.
You're lucky I found you instead of her.
She doesn't like you very much.
I didn't con her.
I fell in love with her.
We were just there to win the money.
What do you mean, "we"? My partner and I.
Teller? I was just using his sequence.
You see? He called it the Amelia Sequence.
You know, at first, I thought it was crazy, but it's like nothing I've ever seen.
It's like the mind of God or something.
It's a deterministic algorithm.
I mean, it turns Schrodinger's equation on its head.
It-it's the past; it's the present, the future.
What does that have to do with poker? Probability.
Chance.
Distilled to its essence.
It's the perfect formula for winning at Texas Hold 'Em.
By the time I worked out all the kinks, I'd racked up $200,000 in debt.
I just wanted to break even and get out.
Well, who is your partner? Devon, my colleague.
And that's the man I was talking to on the phone? Yeah.
One night, we won big, and I'm thinking, "Okay.
I'm done.
I'm free.
I'm out.
" But the pit boss, he saw me with Stacey, and he figured we were cheating.
He banned me from the game.
I haven't been in touch with her since.
I didn't want her to get involved.
Well, they're still making her pay back your winnings.
What? They They can't do that.
She had nothing to do with it.
I got to help her.
I don't see how you're gonna do that unless you have the 200 grand just lying around.
I can use the 50 to win 200 more.
There's a high stakes game in Hoboken.
Problem is my partner's in Australia.
I wish I could help you out, but that's not why I came here.
Teller gave me this key.
Aces and eights.
It's a dead man's hand; that's what we won on that night.
I think it opens the door to the place where he's holding his research.
I was hoping you could tell me where that is.
Tell you what.
You be my partner.
You help me win the money for Stacey, and I will tell you where that key fits.
Well, what do you say? All right, 25 for you.
Now, trust me, the guys in this game, they're not gonna have much of a sense of humor if we get caught.
So, no matter what happens in there, you do not deviate from the plan.
I'll go in first.
Once we're inside, we do not talk to each other.
We do not even make eye contact, you understand? Yeah.
You're gonna be fine; you just have to remember, when I go like this, you fold.
When I cough, you raise.
You got it? Yeah, as long as that's all I have to remember.
Now, we do this right, I'll be able to pay off Stacey's debt, and you'll be able to use that key Arthur Teller gave you.
What if we do it wrong? - $2,000.
- I call.
$2,000 to call.
I fold.
I fold.
I'm out.
- $17,500 to go.
- Really? Again? I don't know what you're playing, - but it's not poker, pal.
- I fold.
You can't really win at poker unless you get the cards.
Want to double the stakes? I want to double the stakes.
- Do all players agree? - Mm-hmm.
Sure.
$400 to call.
$1,700.
I'll call.
Make your bet.
$1,700 to call.
- I fold.
- Out Eight of spades, ten of clubs, king of diamonds.
$6,500.
Bet's at $6,500.
I'll raise.
$15,000 to go.
I'm all in.
Oh-ho, now it's getting fun.
I'm out.
Um I'll call.
Gentlemen, can we see your cards, please? Hope your cabdriver'll take credit cards.
Player to my left has two pair, kings and tens.
Player to my right showing a pair of eights.
You went all in on a bottom pair? I'm feeling lucky.
And the turn.
Jack of hearts-- no help to either player.
Would've made three jacks.
And the river.
An ace of spades.
Oh, come on! Player wins, aces and eights.
I'll cover that cab ride home for you.
$11,000, $12,000, $13,000, $14,000 $15,000 $16,000 $200,000.
That's all of it.
I hope that makes things right.
Stacey, please, just don't go.
Just just give me a minute to apologize, okay? - Here's your change, sir.
- Thank you.
Oh, my God.
I meant it when I wrote it, and I mean it now.
- You used me.
- I didn't.
I love you.
I love you, Stacey.
That's the truth.
I come to this restaurant every every Thursday, 8:00 a.
m.
before my class for breakfast.
Just, if you ever want to talk or grab a cup of coffee, whatever, just I'll be here.
Please.
You all right? Well, I hope you see her again.
Thanks for helping me out.
What, you forget about your end of the bargain? Right.
About that.
A couple blocks from here, right on the corner, it's a big red door with a lot of wrought iron on it.
- Good luck.
- You, too.
Thanks.
Okay, here we are.
March 28, Cafe Kismet.
The night Paolo finds true love.
And I'll be here to watch it happen.
Hey.
All right.
Natalie? Oh, my God! It's you! It's Natalie! We flew all the way from Albuquerque.
You came just for this? Yeah! Check out the scarves! Jorge! You came all the way from Argentina? Of course I did.
Claro que si.
And I brought you my abuelita's famous dulce de leche from Argentina where it was invented.
Eh? Natalie! Ciao, Paolo.
_ Natalie.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ I believe in love.
So do I.
What about Celeste? _ _ _ _ _ _ You know, I realized something when I was riding him, something that maybe my dad was trying to tell me all along.
Being out here has value that goes beyond profit.
So, you're gonna stay? Run the station? Stay? Me? No.
I'm going back home to my job in New Jersey.
Truth is there's only one person I know who loves this place the way my dad did.
It's yours, Zeke.
It belongs to you now.
During cataclysmic global events, our collective consciousness synchronizes.
So do the numeric sequences created by random number generators Science can't explain the phenomenon, but religion does.
It's called prayer.
A collective request sent up in unison, a shared hope, fear relieved, a life spared.
Numbers are constant until they're not.
In times of tragedy times of collective joy, in these brief moments, it is only the shared emotional experience that makes the world seem less random.
Maybe it's coincidence.
And maybe it's the answer to our prayers.
He found the Amelia Sequence.
- You're still chasing ghosts.
- I know what I saw.
There's a girl in that room.
Her name is Amelia.
If you don't believe me, just check it! You're part of this.
Oh, no.
Numbers are constant.
Until they're not.
Our inability to influence outcome is the great equalizer.
Makes the world fair.
Computers generate random numbers in an attempt to glean meaning out of probability.
Endless numerical sequences, lacking any pattern.
During cataclysmic global events-- tsunami, earthquake, the attacks on 9/11-- these random numbers suddenly stop being random.
As our collective consciousness synchronizes, so do the numbers.
Science can't explain the phenomenon, but religion does.
It's called prayer.
A collective request, sent up in unison.
A shared hope.
Numbers are constant, until they're not.
Hi.
They said you were in here.
Nice office.
I wish.
It's not mine.
We haven't got a lot of time.
Look at this.
What? There's a gap in the footage.
Why? I don't know, but we're missing a few seconds of Teller, outside of room six.
Can you zoom in? Play it again.
Okay, stop.
Look right there.
Teller's giving Jake something.
What is it? I'm not sure, but ten minutes later, he was dead.
I want to see my son now.
Hey, buddy.
Jake I want you to look at something, okay? This is Dr.
Teller.
He came to see you last week.
I need to know if he gave you something.
Teller's visitor's badge.
It's a dead man's hand.
- What? - It's a poker thing.
The aces represent ones.
Aces and eights.
It was the last hand that Wild Bill Hickok was holding before he was shot.
So Teller left this as a clue.
A road map.
A road map, right, Jake? Hi, I'm Natalie and Welcome to Video Blog 1188.
I have a story I want to share with you.
I just really thought Paris was the answer.
You see, I've been working so hard in school, and You know what? I'm not gonna lie.
I was hoping to meet someone.
Okay, you see? The guy I'd been dating for six months, Daryl, well, a week before we're supposed to leave to backpack Europe together, Daryl decides that, well, he's just not that into me anymore, and maybe Europe's not the best idea.
I decided to go anyway.
It rained for a week straight, I read every book I could find, and then just when I was thinking about heading to another country, I found this.
A flash drive, on the floor of the hostel where I was staying.
And this is what was on it.
_ _ Okay.
So, I speak Italian because I'm an Italian history major, but for those of you who don't, Paolo meets Celeste at the Piazza Navona in Rome, and it is thunderbolt love.
_ _ _ _ But before he has the chance to even kiss her, her friends sweep her away, and the next morning, she leaves for Paris.
All he knows is that she is going to be in New York City for her birthday, march 28, so he decides to fly there and meet her.
_ Now Celeste has absolutely no idea that Paolo's even looking for her, and she won't know to meet him at Kismet, and that just breaks my heart.
So! I am thinking that we should help find her.
If you know who she is, or how to contact her, then upload a video to my Web site.
Oh, come on, people.
The world needs more Paolos and less Daryls.
Let's find Celeste! You Who are? You startled me.
You're the guy from the hospital.
You're the nurse.
I saw you at the funeral.
My father's funeral.
I'm so sorry for your loss.
I'm a friend of your father's.
My name is Martin Bohm.
What, so you thought you'd just break in his house? No! No, no, no.
He gave me this key.
I-I thought it was for his house, but the door was open, so I just let myself in.
This isn't his house key.
He worked with my son.
My son's name is Jake.
Oh.
The miracle boy he was talking about.
Y-Yes.
He came to see me a couple days ago at the hospital He was having another brain event.
Another? Years ago, he had something similar.
The doctors thought it was a stroke, but he healed, and he became obsessed with patterns, and that led him to numbers, and equations.
So you know about your father's research.
I was his assistant.
I watched him lose everything.
He wasn't a prophet, Mr.
Bohm.
He had damage to his brain, and if he had accepted that fact, I could have helped save him.
Your father left that key with my son.
And, I think, for a reason.
I think he wanted me to have access to his research.
Well, he didn't keep any of it here.
Do you know where he kept it? When he refused my help at the hospital, I came by to check on him, and I followed him to a basement on the corner of Third and Allan.
The next day, same thing.
I think this key might fit that door.
Thank you.
Her name is Abigail Kelsey.
She says she's Jake's aunt, but she's not on the approved visitors list.
Mrs.
Kelsey? Clea Hopkins.
- Oh, hello.
- Hi.
I've been filling out this damn thing for the past ten minutes.
It's amazing they don't ask for my blood type.
Yes, I'm sorry.
You're not on the approved visitors list, and what with families being complicated, we have to take precautions.
Oh, so you mean it's not because my brother-in-law told you we don't exactly get along? He might have indicated that, but as Jake's sole guardian, he has the right to determine who visits.
You're right; I'm sorry.
I just moved back to New York, and I was just really anxious to reconnect with my little chipmunk.
I'm sure you and Martin can figure something out.
I hope so.
I can wait here while you call him.
Oh, in the meantime, I brought something for Jake.
It's my company's latest computer tablet.
It's not gonna be out on the market until this summer, but I was able to pull a couple of strings.
I thought that it might help Jake communicate.
I'll let Jake know it's from you.
Then I'll call Martin.
- Thank you.
- Okay.
Doesn't work.
Who are you? Uh, I'm sorry.
I'm a friend of Arthur Teller's.
You want in, it's a thousand bucks.
"I, George Herman Jones, being of sound and disposing mind do hereby declare and publish this to be my last will and testament.
" Can we just jump to the important part? You mean the part where he leaves you money? Don't hold your breath.
Don't make me the bad guy here, Zeke.
This is not about money.
Yeah, right.
As his only heir, I'm just here to get the deed so I can liquidate the station.
Just keep reading.
"I hereby grant and bequeath all property, which includes all 1188 hectares pertaining to the Groton Valley Station, to my friend and companion of 20 years" "Zeus.
" My father left the station to his damn horse? Zeus was here when he was sick.
So was I.
I came all they way here from New Jersey to do us all a favor, to sell this place, to try and at least break even.
I'd say that's Zeus' decision now.
- No, there is no way that my father - You two might want to wait till you hear the rest.
"And finally, as for my useless city slicker of a son, Devon Michael Jones, if by some miracle he should decide he wants the station, then his ownership will be based on one condition" He didn't stipulate how long or how far I'm supposed to ride him? I reckon you mount him and the place is yours.
How hard can that be? There's some general rules to follow when approaching a horse for the first time.
Yeah, yeah.
I got it.
First rule always keep the gate shut.
What a week.
Since I posted Paolo's video Valentine, I've heard from people all over the world New Zealand.
Denmark.
American Samoa.
I never even knew where that place was, but now, if I ever find myself there, I can sleep on this girl's couch.
Ooh, and these girls are hilarious.
They have their own show called Happy Pop Twins.
I subscribe to their channel and I found the coolest band.
_ _ _ _ _ But anyway, this is why we're all here.
To help Paolo.
I mean, like, aw, look at that face.
The way he's looking at her.
Uh, I mean, he's looking at the camera, but you know, he's talking to her.
Celeste is one lucky girl.
A thousand dollars.
Have a seat.
Deal him in, Stacey.
Hi.
My name's Martin.
Your Aunt Abigail brought this for you, Jake.
See this icon here? It links pictures with spoken words.
Bird.
Can you say "bird"? So this morning I wake up and this guy Jorge from Argentina has posted this Okay, he's basically saying that Celeste has to be from Argentina because they invented dulce de leche and now all other ice cream makers have stolen it for their own.
_ _ _ _ _ _ Oh, obviously, he's talking about Celeste.
Not that I think Paolo doesn't deserve Celeste.
I think that Paolo deserves whoever he wants.
You know, maybe he's talking about Daryl.
You know, if, um if Celeste doesn't show up, then Paolo's gonna be crushed.
I wish I wish we could all be there for him.
Like, if we can all show our support from wherever we are.
Oh, like, um, like a worldwide thing on March 28.
Ha! And we can we can all wear red! Like, uh, a red scarf or a red hat.
Oh, and upload a video of yourself.
I'll edit it together.
This is gonna be amazing.
Team I Believe in Love, let's do it! Here, Zeus.
Not gonna hurt ya.
I just want to put this bit in your mouth.
Blinds are 10, 25.
My friend Arthur Teller told me about this game.
Any of you know him? Action.
Fold.
Let's raise 150.
Call, raise, or fold? Of course.
I will - call.
- I fold.
How about you? Do you know Arthur Teller? You another math guy? Sort of.
If you're playing those numbers of his, - they never work.
- What numbers? His sequence.
He always bets on cards in some crazy number sequence.
Aces, eights Excuse me? Nothing.
It's on you.
I'm all in.
Yeah, I got your money covered.
Call.
Let's see 'em.
Looks like you walked into a buzz saw.
Guess that's why they call it a dead man's hand.
Full house wins.
Cash me out.
a hundred.
Is there a problem here? Jonathan will be taking over for Stacey, folks.
Hey.
Wait.
What the hell just happened back there? I got screwed.
Again.
That's what happened.
Well, who's Logan? None of your business.
Look, my friend Arthur Teller, I think he wanted me to find you or this Logan guy.
The problem is I don't know why because he just passed away.
Teller is dead? Yes.
My God, I wonder if Logan knows.
Please, who is Logan? Uh a player.
In every sense of the word.
He started playing here around the same time Teller did.
They'd talk about numbers.
W-Wait.
He's a numbers guy, too? He's a math professor somewhere.
Maybe he lied about that, too.
What do you mean? What else would he lie about? Logan played at my table six weeks in a row.
We got friendly.
It's against the rules.
I thought I'd been in this racket long enough to spot a con.
Week six, he won big.
Two hundred thousand dollars.
Never saw him again.
And now I'm paying back his winnings because the house runners figured I was in on it.
Look, I'm sorry.
And I know this must be difficult for you, but please Is there any way you could think of that I might be able to find this guy Logan? I don't know, and I don't care.
I'm trying to forget I ever met him.
Look Geez.
Yeah? Martin, it's me, Clea.
Your sister Abigail is here.
Abigail? What the hell is she doing here? She claims she just wants to see Jake.
Listen to me, don't let her see Jake.
Do you understand? Do not let her anywhere near my son.
I'm on my way.
- I don't understand.
- She's a member of Jake's extended family.
- She could offer support that will help your case.
- Trust me, her only goal is to take my son away from me.
Well, it's nice to see you again too, Martin.
Well, I'm sure you two have a lot of catching up to do.
I thought you should know I just filed a petition to become Jake's legal guardian.
- What? - Don't flatter yourself, Abigail.
They're not gonna let you take Jake away from me.
Well, it's doubtful you can stop me this time, isn't it? Spotlight's shining pretty bright on you now, what with being so inconsistent in attending Jake's evaluations while he's been here.
- How did you get a hold of his file? - You know what? With all your money and your influence didn't work the first time.
- So take your best shot.
- You're going up in front of the review board and you're gonna lose.
And when you do, the state's gonna institutionalize him, and they're gonna put Jake someplace unbearably far away from the both of us.
Giving me full custody is your best option.
If Sarah knew what you were doing right now, she would Forget it.
You you just stay the hell away from my son.
Hey, buddy.
Just came by to check in on you.
What you got there? Your computer tablet-- I haven't seen one like that.
It's cool.
What are you looking at, Jake? Hmm? Oh, my God.
Logan Coteweiler.
Professor of mathematics, Margrave University.
Jake, do you want me to see that man? Is that what you want? Okay.
I'll be back as soon as I can.
Daryl called me.
He said that I was making a fool out of myself with these videos, and the whole thing was silly and uncool.
Well, nobody's ever accused me of being cool.
I was imagining what it must be like to have someone search for me like that.
Fly across the ocean to meet me on my birthday.
Ugh.
I'm sorry, everyone.
I'm signing off.
All right now, take it easy.
You want my help? Just ask.
Sure.
'Cause you're rooting for me.
I bet my father owes you more money than this place was worth.
Well, I didn't quit on him, and he didn't quit on me.
I didn't quit.
I saw the writing on the wall.
I was good with numbers.
That is not my fault.
I went to America, to university to make something of myself.
With no help from him, I might add.
You want this station, you got to make that horse respect you.
All right, fine.
I can use a little help.
All right.
First a horse can smell the city on you.
You got to fool them into thinking you're something other than what you are.
Well, how do I do that? Take off that expensive shirt and get dirty.
This is absolutely amazing.
- Well, you're so welcome.
- Oh, Clea.
Ms.
Kelsey here has generously offered to endow a beta-tablet pilot program for our special-needs clients.
Isn't that great? How charitable.
You may not approve, but everything I am doing is in Jake's best interest.
Is it? Oh, my God.
He looks more like my sister every day.
I'm not gonna let you take him without a fight.
I don't owe you an explanation.
But you'll come to see for yourself that I came back here to protect him.
Protect him from what? Logan Coteweiler.
Damn it.
Professor? Professor? Oh, no.
Oh, my God.
I have an emergency.
I found a man unconscious.
Margrave University Math Department.
Medications? I-I-I don't know; please, just get the paramedics here as soon as you can.
Thank you.
Come on.
Oh! Oh, come on, man.
I smell like mud.
Well, the joke's on me, isn't it? You got me all the way down here, and you made a fool of me.
I never was good enough for you.
I can't even ride a horse.
I just wanted you to love me.
Uh Hi, my name is Martin Bohm.
Do you know Logan Coteweiler? Yeah, yeah, why? I just found him unconscious.
Nobody's here; yours was the last number he tried to dial.
He's diabetic.
Wait, wait.
Where are you? - In his office.
- All right, there's There's a small refrigerator behind his desk.
On the second shelf, th-th-there are syringes loaded with insulin.
Hold on.
Okay, I got it.
Where do I inject him? The arm, bum, doesn't matter.
Hold on.
Come on.
Stay with me.
Come on.
Is he okay? Come on.
- Is he okay? - Come on.
Uh, is he coming to? You're gonna be all right.
Hello? - Hello? - Okay, he's coming to.
Thank you.
I'll have him call you back.
So, I woke up this morning to a flood of e-mails and video posts.
You guys are amazing.
Just married! Don't give up, Natalie.
We believe in love.
You are not dumb because love is never dumb.
And I will fight for love with you.
You're an inspiration.
That guy Daryl was a jerk.
Don't listen to Daryl.
The whole world is on your side.
You made me feel very loved.
And you know what? Love is not silly.
And anyone who thinks it is, well, I feel sorry for you.
But now for the news we've all been waiting for.
We found Celeste.
Well, sort of, um This guy who's been traveling in Brazil he found this phone-- it's been skipping around the world, and one of them is of Celeste.
_ _ _ _ _ So, Celeste will meet Paolo at Kismet, like we all hoped.
And please remember to wear red wherever you are.
We are actually doing this, people.
Thank you very much.
How did you find me? It's a long story.
But I did run into the dealer from your poker game, Stacey.
You're lucky I found you instead of her.
She doesn't like you very much.
I didn't con her.
I fell in love with her.
We were just there to win the money.
What do you mean, "we"? My partner and I.
Teller? I was just using his sequence.
You see? He called it the Amelia Sequence.
You know, at first, I thought it was crazy, but it's like nothing I've ever seen.
It's like the mind of God or something.
It's a deterministic algorithm.
I mean, it turns Schrodinger's equation on its head.
It-it's the past; it's the present, the future.
What does that have to do with poker? Probability.
Chance.
Distilled to its essence.
It's the perfect formula for winning at Texas Hold 'Em.
By the time I worked out all the kinks, I'd racked up $200,000 in debt.
I just wanted to break even and get out.
Well, who is your partner? Devon, my colleague.
And that's the man I was talking to on the phone? Yeah.
One night, we won big, and I'm thinking, "Okay.
I'm done.
I'm free.
I'm out.
" But the pit boss, he saw me with Stacey, and he figured we were cheating.
He banned me from the game.
I haven't been in touch with her since.
I didn't want her to get involved.
Well, they're still making her pay back your winnings.
What? They They can't do that.
She had nothing to do with it.
I got to help her.
I don't see how you're gonna do that unless you have the 200 grand just lying around.
I can use the 50 to win 200 more.
There's a high stakes game in Hoboken.
Problem is my partner's in Australia.
I wish I could help you out, but that's not why I came here.
Teller gave me this key.
Aces and eights.
It's a dead man's hand; that's what we won on that night.
I think it opens the door to the place where he's holding his research.
I was hoping you could tell me where that is.
Tell you what.
You be my partner.
You help me win the money for Stacey, and I will tell you where that key fits.
Well, what do you say? All right, 25 for you.
Now, trust me, the guys in this game, they're not gonna have much of a sense of humor if we get caught.
So, no matter what happens in there, you do not deviate from the plan.
I'll go in first.
Once we're inside, we do not talk to each other.
We do not even make eye contact, you understand? Yeah.
You're gonna be fine; you just have to remember, when I go like this, you fold.
When I cough, you raise.
You got it? Yeah, as long as that's all I have to remember.
Now, we do this right, I'll be able to pay off Stacey's debt, and you'll be able to use that key Arthur Teller gave you.
What if we do it wrong? - $2,000.
- I call.
$2,000 to call.
I fold.
I fold.
I'm out.
- $17,500 to go.
- Really? Again? I don't know what you're playing, - but it's not poker, pal.
- I fold.
You can't really win at poker unless you get the cards.
Want to double the stakes? I want to double the stakes.
- Do all players agree? - Mm-hmm.
Sure.
$400 to call.
$1,700.
I'll call.
Make your bet.
$1,700 to call.
- I fold.
- Out Eight of spades, ten of clubs, king of diamonds.
$6,500.
Bet's at $6,500.
I'll raise.
$15,000 to go.
I'm all in.
Oh-ho, now it's getting fun.
I'm out.
Um I'll call.
Gentlemen, can we see your cards, please? Hope your cabdriver'll take credit cards.
Player to my left has two pair, kings and tens.
Player to my right showing a pair of eights.
You went all in on a bottom pair? I'm feeling lucky.
And the turn.
Jack of hearts-- no help to either player.
Would've made three jacks.
And the river.
An ace of spades.
Oh, come on! Player wins, aces and eights.
I'll cover that cab ride home for you.
$11,000, $12,000, $13,000, $14,000 $15,000 $16,000 $200,000.
That's all of it.
I hope that makes things right.
Stacey, please, just don't go.
Just just give me a minute to apologize, okay? - Here's your change, sir.
- Thank you.
Oh, my God.
I meant it when I wrote it, and I mean it now.
- You used me.
- I didn't.
I love you.
I love you, Stacey.
That's the truth.
I come to this restaurant every every Thursday, 8:00 a.
m.
before my class for breakfast.
Just, if you ever want to talk or grab a cup of coffee, whatever, just I'll be here.
Please.
You all right? Well, I hope you see her again.
Thanks for helping me out.
What, you forget about your end of the bargain? Right.
About that.
A couple blocks from here, right on the corner, it's a big red door with a lot of wrought iron on it.
- Good luck.
- You, too.
Thanks.
Okay, here we are.
March 28, Cafe Kismet.
The night Paolo finds true love.
And I'll be here to watch it happen.
Hey.
All right.
Natalie? Oh, my God! It's you! It's Natalie! We flew all the way from Albuquerque.
You came just for this? Yeah! Check out the scarves! Jorge! You came all the way from Argentina? Of course I did.
Claro que si.
And I brought you my abuelita's famous dulce de leche from Argentina where it was invented.
Eh? Natalie! Ciao, Paolo.
_ Natalie.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ I believe in love.
So do I.
What about Celeste? _ _ _ _ _ _ You know, I realized something when I was riding him, something that maybe my dad was trying to tell me all along.
Being out here has value that goes beyond profit.
So, you're gonna stay? Run the station? Stay? Me? No.
I'm going back home to my job in New Jersey.
Truth is there's only one person I know who loves this place the way my dad did.
It's yours, Zeke.
It belongs to you now.
During cataclysmic global events, our collective consciousness synchronizes.
So do the numeric sequences created by random number generators Science can't explain the phenomenon, but religion does.
It's called prayer.
A collective request sent up in unison, a shared hope, fear relieved, a life spared.
Numbers are constant until they're not.
In times of tragedy times of collective joy, in these brief moments, it is only the shared emotional experience that makes the world seem less random.
Maybe it's coincidence.
And maybe it's the answer to our prayers.