Knowing Page #4

Can we get one, too?

Hey, would you and Abby like to join us?

Sure, that'd be nice.

Abby, this is John.

Hi.

- Hey, Abby.

What's that over there?

It can be tough sometimes,

because, you know, I'm by myself.

I know how you feel.

- You're a single parent, too?

- Yeah.

I kicked him out years ago.

He couldn't keep his hands to himself,

so I decided he couldn't keep me

to himself either.

Well, it's... It's his loss.

And you? You're separated, or...

Diana,

we didn't meet here by accident.

I need to talk to you about something,

ask you something about your mother.

My mother? What about my mother?

Did she have some kind of ability?

Ability?

A gift of some kind?

- Who are you?

- Yeah, it's awkward. You don't know me.

I'm John Koestler.

I teach astrophysics at MIT.

My son goes to William Dawes Elementary,

which is the same school

your mother went to.

Fifty years ago, she put this

in a time capsule. It's a list of dates,

events that I think

she believed would happen.

Look, I don't know

what any of this is about...

And I thought if I could talk to you

or your father...

My father's dead.

I think it's possible that there are people,

like your mother, Lucinda,

who can see things before they occur.

Abby, we're leaving!

Honey?

I followed one of your

mother's predictions

and I watched 81 people burn to death

in that plane crash yesterday,

when she said it would happen,

where she said it would happen,

and there was nothing

I could do about it.

She says 170 people will die tomorrow

in New York City,

and in three days' time,

October 19th, 33 more.

Stay away from me and my daughter.

Abby? Let's go, honey. Come on.

Stay right there. Diana?

Diana, I think this has something

to do with my son.

Get in there, honey.

I don't know how, or why,

but I think he's in danger.

So I'm asking you please, please help us.

I can't.

A class-action suit

brought by the families of the victims

is meant to be heard

beginning next month.

Commuters along the Eastern Seaboard

are reassessing their travel plans

in response to an FBI warning

of a possible terrorist plot.

The Department of Homeland Security

raised the national threat level

from elevated to high

after intelligence reports suggested

an attack on a major East Coast city

may be imminent.

Police have urged citizens to stay vigilant.

FBI New York,

how may I direct your call?

The attack will take place tomorrow at

the corner of Lafayette and Worth Streets.

Cordon off the area from midnight.

Are you clear on that?

Sir, let me patch you through

to our agents...

Please! Do exactly as I say

or many people will die.

This is not a crank call.

You said you'd take him off my hands.

I know there's something

you're not telling me.

Don't let him watch the news.

Well, traffic on the FDR

right now is looking pretty heavy,

this gridlock we're looking at

probably won't let up for hours.

Most of this traffic is headed

downtown to the Westside...

Why hasn't this intersection

been sealed off?

Excuse me?

I said why hasn't this intersection

been sealed off?

- Didn't you get the tip-off about the attack?

- Sir. Sir, please calm down.

If you'll accompany me,

we'll get this matter taken care of.

Sir, stop!

Hey, man.

- Stop!

I got him. Let's go! Move! Move!

Suspect sighted. Platform three.

Hey!

Out of the way! Let me through!

Forward car.

- Get off the train.

- Why? What's wrong?

Just take the baby and get off the train.

What's your problem, pal?

Hold it right there, sir.

Transit police. I'm asking you to stop!

That's him! You have to stop him!

Transit police. Turn around.

Now!

Put your hands up!

Please! Please, I won't do it again,

I promise! I'll give them back!

I'll give them back! I'll give them back.

Next stop, Spring.

Move back! Move back!

Get out of the way!

Move outside.

make their way through

the massive tangle of wreckage...

... New York City subway disaster since...

It could be the result of a terrorist plot...

Federal Aviation Administration officials

are investigating a possible link

to the electrostatic bursts

believed to have caused

the Lexington air disaster of two days ago.

And NO AA, the National Oceanic

and Atmospheric Administration,

remains silent tonight.

But with the devastating subway crash

in Manhattan,

power cuts in Long Island

and two more emergency...

Grace. I got held up by work.

I'll be over in 30 minutes.

No, I'm fine. I'll see you in 30 minutes.

Three, four, five...

- Five, six...

Caleb, go inside.

- Hey.

- Hi.

- Want to check out the house?

- Sure.

You said October 19th?

My mother used to talk about that day

all the time.

She said it was the day I was going to die.

All my life I've had this thing

hanging over my head

and Abby's.

I just don't believe

anyone can predict my future.

And what does it matter, anyway?

We all die in the end.

I don't want to know what my future holds.

Last year, my wife was on

a business trip to Phoenix

a few days before my birthday

and a fire started in her hotel

at 4:
00 in the morning.

The investigators said

that Allison died of smoke inhalation.

Died in her sleep.

She wouldn't have known

anything about it.

While she was dying,

I was at home, in the front yard.

I always thought

you were supposed to sense

when the people you love are in danger,

but I didn't feel anything.

Nothing.

I was just blowing leaves off the lawn.

I'm so sorry, John.

Well, but my point is that from then on,

I decided that no one can know

what was coming,

and life was just a string

of random accidents and mistakes.

And then I got that list.

If that had come to me before Allison left,

I would have saved her life.

I need to know.

It's still here.

What's this?

Have you seen this?

Abby used to do this sometimes,

write things backwards,

and that last number, I don't think it's 33.

It's EE.

EE? Initials. Someone she knew?

I don't know.

I was nine when she overdosed.

The only time I ever came out here

was with my father

when he identified her body.

She willed the property to me,

but I never came back for any of her things.

When I was little, my mother used

to tell me that she could hear voices

whispering to her,

telling her horrible things.

And then one day,

my dad came and took me away from her.

He said she was sick.

She said she moved out here to get ready.

I never knew what she meant by that.

I made this for her one Christmas.

I never knew she kept it.

She used to stare at this picture for hours.

That's where they found her.

In there.

Have you seen enough?

Yeah. Okay. We'll go.

Abby?

Abby?

Abby.

Caleb.

Come.

Come with us.

EE isn't just one person.

Abby, no!

Abby!

What? What? What? It's okay. It's okay.

They were here.

Who? Who was here, Caleb?

- Did they hurt you?

- No. They were talking to us.

- What did they say?

- I don't know. They were all talking at once.

They said we could go with them,

if we chose to.

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