The Dead Zone s01e11 Episode Script

I had the perfect life until|I was in a coma for six years.
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.
# I never ever thought|I would live # # To see the day # # That I'd be running|after a man this way # # Baby, you don't know|the effect you have on me # # You got my mind|all twisted and I can't breathe # Max! Surprise.
And from the look|on your face, I'd say|that's an understatement.
What are you doing here? Well, I realized|I had your keys, - and since I was in town|- You should've called.
What, and miss|a shot like this? Look at that, five megapixels,|amazing color.
Like, I'm tempted to throw away|my film camera.
Hey, hey, hey,|let it play.
- It's one of your favorites, right?|- Yeah.
I what are you doing here? I have to go to work, okay? I have an assignment|I have to do.
Once around the coffee table|for old times' sake, okay? - Stop it.
|- Once around the coffee table Four months in Afghanistan three months|in the territories bad scenes,|but amazing visuals.
Did you catch|my Newsweek cover? Yeah.
I put in a good with|the New York bureau chief.
Well, I am happy|where I am.
It's a big world out there and you look good in it.
Especially in that dress.
|So what's up? Hot date? No.
It is work.
|I have an assignment.
What are you covering, a governor's ball|or hookers' convention? - All right.
|- What? I'm kidding.
I'm just kidding.
Who're you calling, the guy you're not|going out with? - The police.
|- Whoa, whoa.
You want me to leave,|just ask me.
I'll leave.
Okay.
|I want you to leave.
I want you to leave.
- Okay.
|- Hey, I - I want you to leave.
|- Now I'm confused.
- God|- Now I'm confused.
Now I'm confused.
|Yes means no, right? No means yes, right?|Or I'm getting hazy on the protocols.
Max, stop it! Now, I think what we need is|a little honest communication, no mixed signals.
Please What, you want it right here,|right now on the counter? Is that what you want? Right here,|right now on the counter? Is that it? Excuse me, Mrs.
Bates.
Get out! What?|I was just fooling around.
Now! - Don't.
|- Relax.
Take it easy, okay? Here's your keys.
Hey, I'm sorry about everything.
I am.
I really am, okay?|I'm sorry.
Sorry.
# 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 # # Fall in love,|fall in love # # Fall in love.
# More bitters.
Don't tell me|it's not a date.
It's not a date.
Well, let's see|you're cooking and inviting her|to the crib sounds like a date to me.
It's not a date.
Coming! Hey.
|Come on in.
I'm sorry I'm late.
Oh, not at all.
|Not at all.
You're very nice|to do this for me.
Well, I owed you one,|remember? I think this could be|a cover piece for the Sunday Magazine.
Ah,|"My Dinner With Johnny.
" You have to admit, a date with a psychic|is a great story Not that this is|a real date.
Oh, just a pretend date|for your story.
Oh, for dinner.
The sommelier|from my local liquor store says Merlot's|a great choice with duck.
Okay, here we go.
Let's establish some|ground rules for our "date.
" It's not fair that|you can see into my life when I can't see into yours,|which means Mm-hmm? When you have a vision,|like right now, you have|to let me in on it.
Fill you in? Right.
So what'd you see? Bunch of really old guys wearing berets turning bottles, just like this, a quarter turn,|a quarter turn, a quarter turn It's hell on the wrists.
I think we should|check on dinner.
I've got that.
So your job keeping you busy or? Oh yeah.
All news all the time,|that's me.
Whatever you do, don't get her talking|about her work.
You've got that look again.
No.
Bruce was just telling me yesterday, he was telling me, actually,|not to ask about your job.
Because? It's a turn-off, a one-way ticket|to goodnightsville handshake instead of tongue.
He just wanted this date|to feel as real as possible for the article.
Well, he's right.
The last thing|I want to talk about is work.
But the truth is, I hear it all the time|from guys I go out with.
She's a slut.
Walt says she's slept|with half the guys in the county.
You know,|can I help you? This is my specialty|in the kitchen, sad to say.
Oh, sure.
I mean, I suppose she's attractive,|but really, you should hear the way|Walt talks about her.
She's a carnivore.
Certain animals|are meat eaters.
So are you getting hungry or? A little.
Okay, why don't we start|with the soup while we're waiting|for the duck to finish? Okay.
Grab some bowls.
Mm.
Do I detect|a hint of curry? She's not worthy of you.
Trust me.
I know you.
Who cares what Sarah says? I mean, say what|you want about Dana, she is one fine-looking|white girl.
I say go for it.
I'm going for it.
You're going for it? I'm going for the wine|right here.
Why don't we open the wine? I think I should have|one of those bottle openers I brought one just in case.
Well, if you're serving duck, I'd suggest a nice Merlot.
Otherwise,|and depending on the sauce, a Cab or even a Syrah|might be appropriate.
Still teaching me.
You still have a lot to learn, for example, you're entirely wrong|for Johnny.
I told you it is not a date, it is just An interview,|not an actual date.
Yes, of course.
I know him, Dana, and more importantly, I know you.
Oh You make a habit of picking|the wrong men to keep you isolated.
And truth be told, you prefer isolation|to intimacy, whereas Johnny needs to end his seclusion|and make a genuine connection.
Let me guess.
You've added a psychology degree to your list|of honorary accomplishments? Tell me, Dana, do you still hear a key|turning in the lock at night and wake in the dark|stifling a scream? Cheers.
Remember "It's a Wonderful Life"? Sure.
Every time a bell rings, another angel|gets his wings.
Well, we are going|to have to institute a bell system for you, only it'll mean that|a psychic's had a vision and he has to share.
Why don't we get out|of the kitchen? It's getting|a little stuffy in here.
That's for you.
Drink.
You know what happens|if you play a country song backwards? Mm-mm.
You get back your farm,|your pickup, and your girl, all in that order.
You're funny.
You know that? Yeah, I'm about as funny|as this music.
Oh, I take it|you don't like country? Nope, I hate it.
I hate it worse than disco,|and disco nearly killed me.
Then for God's sake what are you doing here? I have wounds and I'm I'm rubbing salt in them.
Oh, come on, cowboy! What did you lose?|Your farm, your pickup? Oh your girl.
Oh, poor baby.
You know what they say.
What? There's only one way|to forget about a woman.
What's that? Find another.
Oh my God,|you have found the cure for the honky-tonk blues.
Nurse! Two more shots|and a couple of beers for me and my very intelligent friend here.
I promised my editor|a date with a psychic, and you're not playing|by the rules.
What did you see in the kitchen? I'm not sure you'll like it.
This is part and parcel of the Johnny Smith|dating experience.
I knew it|when I signed on.
I didn't know that|you knew Reverend Purdy so well.
Oh.
You know, this is actually|kind of liberating.
It's not as if I can be dishonest with someone who can literally|see right through me.
Well, you don't have|to tell me anything.
No, it's okay.
Gene Purdy and I|had a relationship, and it's been over for a while.
I admit I have an attraction|to a certain type of older man, and he obviously enjoys|spending time with younger women.
I've made you uncomfortable,|haven't I? I'm sorry.
No.
No, no, not at all.
Now it's your turn.
It's my turn? You have the psychic|advantage here.
You got to see one of mine.
Now I get to see one of yours,|don't you think? Now this is sounding|a lot like, "Truth or Dare," not a date anymore.
A date with Johnny is not going to be|like any other date.
So tell me about Sarah.
Don't you dare|tell her anything about us.
Just leave my family|out of your story.
You're out of chips|and out of love, so my last tip don't talk about Sarah.
Keep your mind in the now,|all right, bro'? I'm competing|for your attention again, aren't I? Look my story is|a profile on Johnny Smith.
Johnny Smith lost|the woman he loved when he was in a coma|for six years, and yet, he still finds a way|to keep her a part of his life.
I can't leave that out, now,|Johnny, can I? Why don't we start with this? The year of the accident.
You ever been in love, Dana? No I don't think so.
Three? Come on,|give me a number.
Don't you get any kind|of feeling at all when we're like this? Yeah.
I have|all sorts of nice feelings.
I'm starting to have|one of those feelings right about now.
- Johnny|- Sarah was my first I want to know.
|How many kids are we going to have? The only woman|I ever really loved.
How about our own|family hockey team? Don't put your money|on that one, pal.
We had our lives mapped out.
It wasn't hard.
All we wanted was each other.
Think about it.
I'll be that old, funny|biology teacher, you'll be headlining|at the Grand Ole Opry.
Think about|what a pair we'll make.
We still share|each others' lives even though she has a husband|and a family now, and I have|memories and visions.
And if they sometimes seem|more real to me than they actually are, it's because I wish they were.
So you think that|will satisfy your readers? Johnny, I Are you finished? Let me out! Please! I'm going to check on the duck.
This Long Island's|taking longer than I expected.
Fortunately, your guest|has the patience of a saint.
So what's the next phase|of this interview? The next phase of this date.
Well, what would you do|on a normal date? There are no normal dates|around here, which is why|there aren't many dates.
I know what we can do|to pass the time.
I don't dance.
I never danced.
And as you know,|I have this cane, and also I happen to have|a little thing about being touched.
It's kind of obvious by now.
I want you to dance with me.
Consider it part of the story.
Resistance is futile.
Put your left hand in mine.
Put your right hand|on my waist.
And just feel the music.
See? You're a natural.
It's important to keep eye contact|with your date.
Well, like I said,|I'm out of practice.
Anything else I should know? If you want to hold me closer, I won't consider it a proposal.
What is it? Hey, rules are rules.
Tell me what you saw.
Another man dancing with you.
Then he hit you.
Oh, well I see you've met Max.
Max? A mistake I made once or twice.
Twice? A guy like that? Well, I can't really explain it.
Maybe because I don't|really understand myself.
We lived together for about a year.
He was the nicest guy|you could imagine.
He was talented and funny.
Where the hell|have you been? Where the hell|have you been? And, um he he liked to hit women.
He, um He was insanely jealous.
I'm sorry.
It's just don't lie to me.
|Don't I can smell him on you.
I smell him on you.
After he hit me enough times, I got a restraining order.
Max was the worst, but you could say I've got a talent|for picking the wrong men.
I was saying something.
What was I saying? That you have a talent|for picking the wrong men.
Yeah.
Until maybe just maybe tonight.
Wait a minute,|you haven't said the words.
The words? I can't do this|without the words.
Off the record? Oh, and here I thought you were|getting all kinky with me.
Well, it's still early.
You don't want me to write|about having sex with a psychic? Enquiring minds want|to know what it's like.
Well, I guess|we're about to find out.
You mean, I'm the first since You haven't? Off the record.
I do have a very|active fantasy life.
But in terms|of flesh and blood you're the first in a long time.
I'm tempted to say it's like|getting back on a bicycle, but that wouldn't put me|in a very flattering light.
Just ask if you forget anything.
I think I can remember this.
Johnny let's make a hockey team.
Uh-oh.
What was that? Housekeeper.
I just had a flash of the housekeeper|making the bed tomorrow.
How distracting.
Yeah, I noticed.
Johnny.
Want to help me with these? Sure.
|Yeah.
Let me - get that off real quick.
|- Oh yeah? I wonder what your mom would say|if she could see us now? This is not half bad at all.
You ain't seen nothing yet.
Make room for Daddy.
Uh okay, that's it.
That's it.
What? Is something wrong? No, no.
Johnny, honey! Johnny, honey,|it's time to get up for school.
Mom.
Mom? This isn't working|for me anymore.
It's me.
I was too aggressive, wasn't I? No, no, no, no.
I'm sorry.
Honey, - I can't find my toothbrush.
|- What are you doing here? You're right.
This was a mistake.
|I should leave.
No, no, no, no.
|Not you, not you.
Him.
Walt.
Sheriff Walt? Yeah.
He's asking for his toothbrush.
He's never even been|in my bedroom before.
Sexual arousal could certainly pump|more endorphins into your dead zone, Johnny.
That's probably what caused|those cascading visions.
All right, enough,|enough, enough! What's wrong? I don't know.
I just seem to be lost|in space and time.
Dr.
Tran, he was just trying|to explain why.
I guess I'll figure it out|at my next appointment with him.
And his conclusion? You wanted the Johnny Smith|dating experience.
Sometimes it means sharing a bed|with everyone you've ever slept with, and everyone they've|ever slept with.
It's kind of like|six degrees of separation except minus five.
That many, huh? Yeah.
I'm glad I have a king-size bed.
Hey I'm sorry.
Oh, it's okay.
You rule your visions, your visions don't rule you.
Mind over matter,|my brother.
Bruce says it's simply|mind over matter.
Oh, well, no disrespect to you, Bruce, but I say we leave|the mind out of this.
The mind is what's|getting you into trouble.
You're right.
We need to get you|out of your head and into your body.
How do we do that? Leave that up to me.
But they're all still|they're all here.
- Let them watch.
|- Okay.
Yeah, you like that,|don't you, cowboy? You are a bad girl|and I'm going to I'm going to|I'm going to do bad things to you.
Right here, right now? Well, I'd invite you|back to my farm, but The bank repossessed it.
At least you're not thinking of your girl anymore.
'Course, who knows|what she's up to tonight? What do you mean? Oh, maybe we're not|the only ones being bad.
Could be she's getting|her revenge on you, too, you know.
Know what I think? I think you're|a cheap little whore who'd turn a trick for a couple shots of bourbon,|that's what I think.
What? What? What? You you bastard.
- Look at me.
|- Please - I thought you liked it rough?|- No.
Please no, no.
Rules are rules.
I thought you were sleeping.
I'm a light sleeper.
So what'd you see? Was it about us, our future, perhaps? I'm not sure.
I was blinded by the light.
Light? Two lights, actually.
Well, don't let it bother you 'cause I'm going|to tell you the future.
We're going to be|the best of friends from now on.
I had so much fun.
Thank you.
Let me out! Please! Dana, I Your poor duck.
We should rescue it before|it gets burned to a crisp.
Yeah, that's affirmative.
The suspect is a white male|age 35 to 40.
Witness got a partial ID|on the plates Maine, 322.
Car's a late-model silver sedan.
So we'll send|a photographer by Monday, get some shots of you cooking and maybe|some candid shots of you around the house? I think your life|is really going to open up after this story runs.
Why's that? Because people fear|what they don't understand, and once I show them|the real you Oh, power of the press, huh? I like to help when I can.
Like Cosell helped Ali? That's not fair.
Johnny, it was wonderful, if that's what you're asking.
Please, please, please, please don't ruin it|over empty promises about the future that|you can't even see tonight.
Now, I think there's a reason why those lights|are blocking your vision.
I think that I put them there.
You know, I like those lights.
Let me have my lights.
This was a mistake.
Gene Purdy is right.
You need someone|to make a connection with, and I can't I'd be happy to make|a connection with you right here and now in this room.
Oh, now, listen to you the man with a thousand faces|in the bedroom.
Tell me you weren't|holding Sarah's hand while you were|making love to me? Ohh I've really messed things up,|haven't I? I do that all the time.
I have overstayed|my welcome.
Okay Can we just forget the last few minutes and just remember|what came before? It was a great evening and I hope we'll have|another one.
Let me out! Please! Can I just ask you|one more thing? Tell me about the locked door.
- What?|- The bedroom when you were a child.
It was nothing.
I don't even know|why you would care about that.
Rules are rules.
My dad used to lock me|in my room whenever he had|to leave the house to keep me out of trouble,|you know, like any other kid.
Like any kid? It was no big deal, believe me.
Oh, wait.
Is this where|I'm supposed to admit that I was abused or something and that would|explain everything? Well, sorry to disappoint,|but he didn't.
He didn't hit me.
Didn't even lay a hand on me.
He didn't even like me.
I think I used to remind him|of my mother who was about to dump him.
Sure, I hated it.
What little kid wouldn't? I have to be going.
I have an early interview.
Please! Please let me out.
I officially declare my date|with Johnny Smith over.
I'm sorry.
For what? Just a general cover-all-bases, apply-to-all-affected-areas|apology.
Friends when|we meet again, hmm? Don't tell me.
I'll let myself out.
Turn off the ignition.
Step out of the car.
Put your hands|where I can see them.
Step out of the car|nice and slow.
Put your hands|where I can see them.
Call off the APB|and advise state police we've arrested a suspect.
Everything's under control.
Thanks for the call.
- The lights.
|- You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will|be used against you in a court of law His, not yours.
I needed a broken plate|to see the whole picture.
You were throwing plates|after I left? I was dropping them,|not throwing them.
Better.
- You get to drive him in.
|- No problem.
He scares me, but you know, in a way you you scare me much more.
Come on.
I've got a pint|of Ben & Jerry's ice cream in the freezer.
Dessert's on me.
In you go, buddy.
Watch your head.
|In you go.
- No!|- Yes.
- No.
|- You're grounded.