SEASON 2 EPISODE 14 “Amnesia” Writers: Steven Long Mitchell & Craig Van Sickle Director: Steven Long Mitchell Broots’ Residence (Broots is asleep on top of his bed, in garish pajamas. He is on his side and in one hand there is a remote control, most likely for the television which is showing nothing but static at that time of night. There is the sound of a door creaking and then there is a gloved hand being placed over Broots’ mouth. He wakes with a fright.) The Centre T-Board (Broots is marched out of an elevator between two sweepers each having a grip on an elbow. The room they emerge into is large and dimly lit. In the middle of the room is a table shaped in the form of a T. The table top is made of glass but there are slats in it so that the light from underneath the table creates a slatted effect. Broots is dragged past it and towards a cell door.) Broots: What I didn’t do anything. Wait. Wait! I didn’t do anything. What the hell is that? (He is referring to the table.) Sweeper: Move it! (The door to the cell is opened by another sweeper and Broots is flung inside. He misses his footing and ends up on his hands and knees on the floor. Sydney is sitting on a bunk attached to one wall and Miss Parker is standing by the door inside the cell. Once the door is closed she walks up to window in the door and peers out.) Parker: I want to call my father! Do you hear me? (To Broots, who is carrying one slipper in his hand.) Nice PJs! Broots: They pulled me right out of bed. Sydney: I was in the shower. Parker: Hmm! Thanks for painting that one for me. Broots: What the hell is going on here? Parker: Trouble. (She looks out the window again.) Of the worse kind. Outside Some Abandoned Warehouses (A dog sits by the large asphalt area, scratching at a flea behind its ear and surveying the area. An eighteen wheeler rig pulls up on the asphalt. The driver’s-side door of the truck opens and a man clad in jeans, checked shirt, and spurred boots steps down. He walks over to where another vehicle is waiting, its headlights still on, engine running. The driver winds down the window and passes an envelope to the truck driver. The car is driven off. The man stands counting his money. He turns back towards his rig to find a man, backlit by the trucks headlights, standing, waiting. Jarod is wearing all black, trousers, t-shirt and leather jacket). Sharpton: I thought you were leaving town. Jarod: Well, I came to say goodbye Sharpton. And I knew you’d be here. Like you are every night. Collecting your payoff. Same bat time, same bat channel. Winks I heard that on a re-run. Sharpton: I don’t know what you are talking about. Jarod: Every night you head out alone making your run, collecting your drug money. Then one night you hit a little girl. You couldn’t stop because of all the contrabands you had on board, so you let her to bleed to death. Sharpton: Tell me, what you are going to do about it? Jarod: I’m going to make sure that this is your last run. Sharpton: (Laughing) You got it all down pat don’t ya. Well, you’re right. I do deliver drugs and I do love my money. And I do head out alone. But you left out a little something. Jarod: What’s that? Sharpton: The part where I stop and pick up my partner. (Jarod turns towards a sound at his shoulder. It is Sharpton’s partner who has shotgun. He uses the butt of it to knock Jarod to the ground. Sharpton walks up to his partner and looks down at an unconscious Jarod who is bleeding from a gash on his forehead.) Come on we’re going to be late. Partner: He’ll freeze to death out here. Sharpton: Yeah. (He looks back to where Jarod is lying face down on the ground.) It’s a rough world, ain’t it? (The two men walk back to the rig.) OPENING CREDITS Argyle’s Lair (Jarod is lying on a cot, still clothed. He lifts his head and peers towards movement at the foot of the bed. It is the dog that was sitting out in the carpark. The dog, a tan and white mongrel on the smallish side is scratching at a flea behind it’s ear. It notices that Jarod is awakes and barks a warning.) Dog: Woof (A scruffy looking man approaches the bed. His clothes, while clean are shabby and he is unshaven.) Argyle: Hey you! Don’t twitch or the dog’ll rip the Adam’s apple clear out of your throat. (Turns to dog.) Won’t you? Dog: Rrrr. Argyle: (Looking back to Jarod) Don’t get me wrong. He’s a good lookin’ dog but that dog was born mean. He did save your life however. (The man picks up a cloth from a pseudo bed side table and starts dabbing at the wound on Jarod’s forehead.) Found you in a parkin’ lot. Near barked his head off ‘til I found ya. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Ah there you go. (Talking to the dog again.) Hey what’re you lookin’ at? You got something to add to this? Why don’t you get out of here and go back to your bed. Go on. (He turns back to Jarod who is trying to get up off the bed. The man pushes him gently back onto the bed.) No. No. Don’t try getting’ up, getting’ up. (He puts his hand into the inside pocket of Jarod’s black leather jacket and removes the wallet.) You need to stay right there and rest. (He gets up and turns away from Jarod looking through the contents of the wallet.) You got smashed pretty hard. You just rest. You need to rest. You need to rest. You just rest. Jarod: What happened? Argyle: What happened? Oh, Ah, You my friend have been mugged. (He takes a rather large wad of notes from the wallet.) And oh no, they got all your money. I’m, I’m sorry. All your money’s gone. That’s bad but your stuff is safe. I saved your stuff. That’s good. Jarod: Where am I? Argyle: Where are you? You my friend are in my little corner of paradise. At least for now. Hey, hey, ah, my name’s Argyle by the way. My name’s Argyle. And I’m called this on account of this birthmark that I got on the back of my thigh. You want to see it? You want to check it out? No? Okay! That’s cool. Most people don’t’. No offence taken. You got a lot of stuff in here dude. Hey, I hope my patch job keeps in the blood okay, because look, the dog never complained about the doctoring. But hey, I think you’d be the better judge you being the real M.D. and all. Jarod: Doctor? Argyle: Yeah. You’re a doctor, my friend. This Id here says that your name is Jarod and that you, my friend, are a thoracic surgeon. Flashback to an Emergency Room in a hospital. Jarod: Give me a 3 cc syringe and a size A ET tube. Nurse: She’s going into respiratory arrest. Jarod: Prepare to ventilate. Give me the syringe. Remove the plunger. Nurse: Air entry on both sides of the chest. She’s pinking out. Jarod: Now that’s a nice sound. Argyle’s Lair (Argyle is banging on a steam pipe to the left of where Jarod is lying with a hammer.) Argyle: Come on. Come on. Yes! Yeah baby. Now that’s a nice sound. We’re gonna have us some heat now. Oh. Oh. Nothing ever works in this place. Including you. (Argyle picks up a table lamp that has a flickering bulb.) Never! That’s all going to change. That’s all going to change. Real soon! (He repairs the lamp by straightening one end of a paper clip and inserting it into the switch of the lamp.) I’m thinking four years of college. I’m thinking Medical School. I’m thinking doctoring prescriptions. You know, I’ve been riding a wooden pony for years now. And I’m thinking, you might just be my brass ring. Jarod: Brass Ring? Argyle: Pot of gold, boy, ship that’s come in. The way out man. I’m thinking the hospital’ll pay a healthy finders fee for one of it prize physicians. Jarod: Not a doctor. Argyle: You’re not a doctor? Come on. Who, the hell, are you then? Flashbacks – Many images of Jarod in his various disguises. Jarod: I don’t know. T-Board – Cell. (Broots is pacing backwards and forwards in agitation.) Broots: What is this? Parker: It’s a T-board Broots: A what? What? Sydney: T standing for torture. Parker: The Centre Tribunal. They want answers and until they get them we’re not going anywhere. Broots: Well, no. You’re kidding right? Parker: Don’t soil yourself Broots. They want us unbalanced. That’s why they yanked us in the dead of night. Sydney: They’re trying to fracture us emotionally. Broots: It’s working. I’m shattering. How do you know so much about this? Parker: I’ve been on the other side of the glass. Broots: So how does it turn out? Parker: Fine. If you’re on the other side of the glass. Broots: Oh great! Sydney: I knew Raines would be involved. The question is who’s behind it all. Parker: The Triumvirate, cruskin. Under whose authority? Sydney: Bridget! Bridget: That bitch is like a bad cough. Broots: Who are those guys in the shadows? Parker: I don’t know. I need to get word to my father. Sydney: Here. (Sydney passes his cell phone to her.) I’m not sure that he will be able to help. Parker: Sydney! (Miss Parker dials but before there is an answer, Bridget enters the cell followed by two sweepers. She takes the phone and cuts off the signal. A ringing in the background is cut off.) Bridget: Hello lovey! Parker: Bridget. The last time I saw you, you were trying to blow my father’s helicopter out of the sky. How did you get back in the Centre? Bridget: Well before we get to that, I promised some friends of mine I’d find out why, after eighteen months Jarod is still out there. Not possible. Parker: They created him. They know what he’s capable of. Bridget: Yes, they do. They think, the only way that he could still be eluding us is that one, or all of you, are working with him. Parker: They think that? Or you made them think that? Bridget: Either way, no one’s leaving until we find out who. And we start with you Tex. (Bridget gives Broots a playful slap on the cheek. He swallows nervously.) Argyle’s Lair (Argyle is playing with the PEZ, almost like a puppet show, on top of the sofa.) Argyle: Whoever you are you’ve got a tooth sweeter than mine, that’s for sure. Sugar’s a killer you know that?. It will rot all the teeth out, right out of your head. I’m lucky. I’m blessed. I’ve really good teeth. They’re all mine. Hey buddy? What’s wrong? Oh no. You don’t know who you are and you’re burning up. That’s what happens when you’re left out in the elements. That’s what happens. You’re problem was that you weren’t looking over your shoulder. You always gotta look over your shoulder man. There’s always somebody back there in the dark, some mook, some punk back there gunning for you, you know. You gotta look over your shoulder man. Look over your shoulder. (Argyle is going through Jarod’s bag. He finds the picture of Jarod’s mother, Margaret Charles. He holds it up for Jarod to see.) Or maybe you’re running away from this cutie pie. Who’s this? Hey, who’s this pretty lady? What did she do? Bust your rocks for not bringing home the green. Hey, you didn’t bring home the green. Maybe she’s another doctor. You’d better think twice about that next time. (In another part of Jarod’s bag, Argyle has found a number of different ID badges that Jarod has used in his pretends.) Well I’ll be John Brown. I will be John Browned. You’re not a doctor you’re a park ranger. No you’re a fireman. No you’re a roach exterminator. (He picks up a handful of ID cards.) No you’re a federal investigator. I’m, I’m sorry mister. Could you help me out here for a second, mister? I’m kinda at a loss here. Just who the hell are you? Mister? Mister? Flashback (Jarod sees himself in various guises but none of the images remain for long.) Jarod: (He turns and looks in the mirror.) I don’t know who I am. T-Board (Broots is dragged from the cell, once again his naked feet not able to provide any resistance on the floor.) Broots: I didn’t do anything. (Willie pushes the chair forward so that Broots is forced to sit. He looks around. Bridget is spinning the phone by its aerial at the cross bar of the t-board. The table is lit from underneath through a cris cross pattern. Mr Raines sits beside her. Broots looks around at all the figures in the shadows. There are many people in the shadows but their faces are unseen.) Angelo: (Angelo is looking on from within the ventilation shaft.) Broots scared. The Cell (Sydney and Parker are looking out through the observation window.) Sydney: How do you think he will hold up? Parker: Before or after he wets his pants? T-Board Broots: Can I Can I have a robe? (He gets no response. Goes to drink from the glass of water that is beside him on the table. He is about to drink from it when he thinks better of this action and puts the glass down again.) Bridget: Is Jarod smarter than you? Broots: Huh? Raines: You’ve been chasing him for over a year. Bridget: Has he alluded you because he is smarter? Broots: No. We try hard every day to find Jarod but the wheel of fortune just hasn’t landed on our number yet. (He laughs nervously.) Bridget: (She is spinning Sydney’s phone on the surface of the table.) Spinning, spinning, spinning. Broots: Well, he is a Pretender. Flashback Sim Lab (Broots is sitting at a computer terminal with Sydney and Miss Parker standing behind and to the side of him) Parker: He’s a one-man Siegfried and Roy. Show me what you have. Broots: Jarod interconnected 173 international calls. But backtracking those calls was impossible because instead of using a call forwarding device triggered by a single call all of the one hundred and seventy-three calls was individually initiated. Sydney: Ingenious Broots: And very expensive. Parker: I don’t care what it cost. Broots: Oh that’s good because Jarod charged them all to your calling card. T-Board Broots: He’s clever and smart. That’s what makes tracking Jarod more fun. Bridget: Fun? Broots: (Nervously) No! Ah! Raines: Are you saying he’s your hero? Broots: No. I’m not saying that. Bridget: Then what are you saying? Broots: Just … I'm just saying that Jarod’s clever. You can see it in his eyes. You can tell. Bridget: According to your file you’ve never laid eyes on Jarod. You never have, have you? Broots: No. I, ah, am referring to pictures. Flashback Broot’s Residence (It is the day that Broots has finally won custody of his daughter Debbie. Debbie is playing on the swings in the back yard. She can be seen through the French doors.) Jarod: ( He steps out of the shadows.) Hello, Mr Broots. Broots: Oh my God! (Broots runs to the kitchen table to look for a weapon but can only find a spoon.) Jarod: Help me, please. T-Board Bridget: Eighteen months, no results. We find it hard to believe that someone could be this inept on purpose. Flashback Broots’ Residence Jarod: Help me. T-Board Bridget: Mr Broots! If you’re not helping Jarod then who is? (Broots looks around and then towards Sydney and Miss Parker who are watching him through the window in the cell door.) Broots: Can I have a robe please? Argyle’s Lair Argyle: (Argyle is sitting on the floor beside the head of the bed. He is flicking the ID cards onto the bed.) You’re like me! You and me. Bunch of names. Travel light. Man on the run. Who are you running from anyway? John Law. The man with a smile on his face and the evil in his heart? Huh? Who you running from? Hey! Maybe you got a bounty on your head? Your head’s burning up. You’re burning up man. Burning up. Oh no. This is not good. You’ve been out in the elements too long man. Out in the elements too long. I knew it. This is not good. I knew it. This is bad. (A ghost-like image of the woman in the photo appears and is sitting in the arm-chair near the bed. It is Margaret, the woman in Jarod’s photograph.) Margaret: Jarod! Jarod! I love you Jarod. Don’t leave me. Please don’t leave me. Argyle: Hey! Hey! Come on! Hey! Hey! Are you okay, man? No! No! No don’t you die on me. Don’t you die on me! Don’t you leave me! (He grabs Jarod by the lapels of his jacket and starts shaking him vigorously but Jarod is unconscious.) You’re my brass ring man! Come on! Don’t you die on me man! Don’t you die on me man! Argyle’s Lair DSA: (Argyle has found Jarod’s DSA reader and is watching one of the DSA’s. Jarod is sitting back in what looks like a the launch chair of a space vehicle.) Young Jarod: I know the escape procedure. The fire! It’s too hot! It comes into the air line. I try not to breathe but it is too late. I can’t open the hatch. I can’t open the hatch! No one can get to us. We can’t be saved. I’m burning! I’m burning! I’m burning! I’m burning! (Jarod wakes up to hear the end of the outburst.) Argyle: Hey! Your fever broke. Left you with me for a while. So, what’s the Centre? Your … your little freakish home movies are all labelled For Centre Use Only. What’s the Centre? Jarod: I don’t know. Argyle: You don’t know! I’ll tell you what I think Jarod. I think that you got a big brain. And I think that these Centre guys, I think they’re after you. And I think that means you’re worth something to them, which means you’re worth a lot to me. You’ve gotta a big brain too. I got a big brain too. (He picks up the lamp which has started to flicker on and off again.) Why won’t you work? (He smashes the lamp against the bed side table.) Why won’t you work? Why won’t you work? (Jarod winces and moves his head out of the way.) I’m just trying to fix things Jarod. I’m just trying to make ‘em right. It’s no big deal. No big deal. I’m just trying to fix things. (He has tears in his eyes as he returns to the DSA reader and inserts another DSA.) (Margaret appears again. Jarod turns and looks at her.) Jarod: Who are you? Margaret: The proudest woman in the world. Jarod: Who am I? Margaret: Just trust your feelings. Always trust your feelings. DSA (Young Jarod hands Sydney a Father’s Day card that depicts a man holding the hand of a boy. It is hand drawn.) Sydney: Jarod I told you I can’t accept this. Jarod: But I made it for you. Sydney: This card is meant for someone else. Jarod: Don’t you love me Sydney? (Argyle has Jarod’s phone and sees the name ‘Sydney’ on the display.) Sydney: (Deposits the card in a waste bin.) We have work to do. Argyle’s Lair (Argyle turns to Jarod from where he has been watching this scene.) Argyle: Is Sydney your dad or something? The Cell (Miss Parker and Broots are standing at the door peering out through the reinforced glass window.) Broots: I’m so glad I left Debbie at her god mother’s. I can’t believe how long they’ve had Sydney out there. Parker: You wear a watch to bed? Broots: Yeah. Parker: Why? Broots: In case I wake up and, you know, need to document something. T-Board (Sydney sits opposite Bridget and Mr Raines. A note is delivered to Raines by the bearded man in the wheelchair. Angelo watches from beneath the air ventilation grill.) Raines: Let us continue. (He throws a file across the table. Sydney opens it. It is his personnel file.) The Cell Broots: When are they going to leave him alone? Parker: When they hear what they want to hear. Broots: He’s been out there for six hours already. Parker: And they’ll take another six if they want to. Broots: What are they doing this for? Parker: Because they can. T-Board Sydney: Jarod is my life’s work. My interest in him is primarily scientific. That interest demands that I remain objective which precludes the possibility of guilt. Flashback (Sydney has retrieved the Father’s Day card that the young Jarod made for him and is looking at it with fondness.) Young Jarod: Don’t you love me Sydney? (Sydney is in confession.) Sydney: Forgive me father for I have sinned. I have betrayed a friend. Priest: Have you prayed to the Lord for forgiveness? Sydney: Not even he can forgive me for what I have done. T-Board Sydney: The bond between Jarod and me is as unique as Jarod is special. Raines: Unique enough for you to be fighting for his freedom. Sydney: I would never do that. Jarod’s a very complex case. I have tried to keep him alive and to hold his psyche in check during this pursuit. Bridget: What are you? His wet nurse? Sydney: We must be patient. Your tactics are far too aggressive. The day you really anger Jarod is the day that he will disappear forever. I have tried to bring him back. That is my objective. As a scientist, I think The Centre is as good a place as he will find to maximise his tremendous potential. You don’t know who Jarod is. Argyle’s Lair (Jarod pulls himself up into a sitting position. He turns to the bed side table and picks up some of his ID tags. He experiences a series of flashbacks.) Sydney: You don’t know who Jarod is. Argyle: You’re not a doctor you’re a park ranger. No you’re a fireman. No you’re a roach exterminator . No a federal investigator. I’m sorry mister. Who the hell are you? Flashback (Jarod is standing in a the hallway of a hotel facing Sydney. He is agitated and almost yelling at Sydney.) Jarod: I can be anything I want to be. I can be a doctor, I can be an engineer, I can be an astronaut. But I don’t know who I am. Flashback (Jarod is removing the restraints from Kyle who had been prepared for a lobotomy. He is holding up their father’s medal.) Jarod: Our father gave you this. Kyle: Who the hell are you? Jarod: I’m your brother. (The times jumps forward to the back of the van after the tyre has been blown out by a bullet from the pursuing FBI and the van has veered off the road.) Kyle: Jarod, go and find our parents. Flashback Sim LAB Young Jarod: I want to know what I look like. I want to know who I am. (Jarod experiences more flashbacks to the various people that he has pretended to be.) Jarod: I’m not really a plastic surgeon. Jarod: My name is Jarod. Jarod: I’m not really a doctor. Jarod: I’m not really in the Coast Guard. Jarod: Jarod O’Leary. Jarod: Jarod Wright. RIDA Gerber: Who the hell are you? Jarod: Well I sure as hell aren’t Florence Nightingale. Sim Lab Sydney: (He is holding up a mirror for Young Jarod.) This is who you are. Margaret: You’re my son. You’re my life. I love you Jarod. Jarod: Then one night you hit a little girl. Jarod: (Jarod sits up further using the headboard to pull himself up as he finally realises who he is.) Jarod. Argyle: (Argyle grabs his wrist, attaches one end of the handcuffs to it and the other to the bed head.) Hi Jarod. (Jarod looks stunned by this turn of events.) T-BOARD (Sydney’s cell phone rings. Everyone looks at it in amazement except Sydney who is quite concerned.) Bridget: Hello? Argyle: Hello. My name is Argyle. A.R.G.Y.L.E. (Argyle is lying across the top of two phone booths outside the abandoned factory.) Um? Is this the Centre? Bridget: Maybe. Why? Argyle: I don’t know. Maybe I’ve got something you want. Bridget: Uh huh! Well, I’m all ears. (She holds the phone between Mr Raines so that they can both hear what Argyle has to say.) ARGYLE’S LAIR Argyle: (Argyle is scratching the dog under the chin.) Jarod, he’s a hero. He saved you. I saved him. It’s ironic. It’s ironic. Jarod: When did I go from patient to prisoner? Argyle: Prisoner. Prisoner! PRISONER! Hey that’s cold man. That’s cold. Jarod: Well what would you call it? Argyle: What would I call it? What I’d call it, call it, ironic, I call it ironic, I call it, I call it. That’s what I’d call it. Just slip into my skin for a second would you? Just for a second, slip into my skin. A wigged out stewardess, gets a hangnail. Kills the entire flight crew. Three hundred people drop out of the clouds. Boom! A postman goes postal. Bang! The Bus driver goes bustal. Crash! And we, we all sit idly by and say “Are you crazy man. Are you crazy? That was so crazy. I’m glad it wasn’t me.” You’ve been sprouting crazy here a while now. And I’m just making sure it’s not me. Okay. Fair’s fair. By the way I’m not into hurting you either. So you can rack easy on that bro. I wish we had a deck of cards because I got this great trick I could show you. Jarod: (Jarod notices the cell phone on Argyle’s belt.) Is that my phone? Argyle: Yeah. Jarod: Who’d you call? Argyle: Yeah! I called your doctor, I just called your doctor, I called your doctor to see if he made house calls. Jarod: You called Sydney? Argyle: No. No. He wasn’t there but a lady answered. Jarod: Miss Parker? Argyle: No! No! It was Bridget. She sounded sexy. Jarod: Did you tell them where you are? Argyle: What? Do I look like a road sign? Jarod: Listen to me. These people. This organisation. They will kill you. Trust me. Argyle: Trust you? No you listen to me. Trust. Trust. Great word. Trust right. It’s on every coin, every bill, every buck, every bond in this country. And yet it’s still the one thing you still can’t buy. Jarod: Argyle! They are setting you up! Argyle: No! No! No! No! No! No! Bridget said you’d have an answer for everything and you do. Don’t ruin everything. It’s good here. It’s good. It’s good. Three hours ago you didn’t know whether you were park ranger or rodeo clown. Now you’re cracking foxy about some secret organisation that wants to hurt me. It’s you they want my friend. It’s you. I just happen to hold the deed. Jarod: You listen to me. I speak from experience. You’re dealing with the devil. (Jarod grabs Argyle by his lapels then pushes him away. Jarod pulls frantically at the handcuffs in frustration as he realises that he is having no impact on Argyle.) T-Board (Miss Parker is sitting opposite Bridget and Mr Raines. She is smoking a cigarette.) Raines: Thank you for joining us, Miss Parker. Parker: Well it was an invitation that I simply couldn’t pass up. Bridget: Lose the butt. Parker: You don’t have to worry about me blowing smoke. Bridget: Put it out! Parker: This is cruel. Even for a T-Board. Fire away babe I’m not going anywhere. (She stubs the cigarette out on the table top.) Bridget: The Triumvirate is a bit murky concerning your motives in the pursuit of Jarod. Parker: Well. Maybe (She looks towards the wing tipped shoes that she can see protruding from the shadows. It is tapping gently on the floor.) they should pull their heads out of their sand boxes. I do my job. Period! Raines: What we are looking for is the truth. Parker: Truth? (She picks up a pencil and starts writing the word in block letters on the notepad in front of her.) That is a very interesting word coming from you. Bridget: So you have no other agenda in doing your job. No unresolved issues or conflicts with the Centre or Jarod. Parker: I have no unresolved issues with the Centre Bridget: Is that the truth? Flashback (Jarod is talking on the phone with Miss Parker.) Jarod: I know the truth, Miss Parker. Parker: And what truth is that, Jarod? Jarod: The truth about what makes you sad. (A different flashback with Miss Parker on the phone again.) Parker: Daddy, I want to know what really happened to my Mum. T-Board Parker: I have no unresolved issues with the Centre. Bridget: You didn’t answer about Jarod. Flashback (Jarod and Miss Parker on the phone to each other.) Parker: Where did you find my mother’s ring. Jarod: In one of your mother’s safe deposit boxes. Parker: Like her medical file. Jarod: Oh you’d be surprised what one can find in there. Parker: Jarod! Jarod: You know the dance, Miss Parker. You help me with one of my secrets I help you with one of yours. Parker: We weren’t able to find anything about Igor or Fenigor. Jarod: Well, keep searching. Igor holds the secret to both our pasts. Parker: What makes you so sure? Jarod: Call it a gut feeling. T-Board: Bridget: So you’re saying that in your last year and a half pursuit he’s not had any undue influence? Parker: That’s what I’m saying. Bridget: Not of any kind? Parker: No influence at all! Bridget: Not even emotional? Flashback (Miss Parker and Jarod on the phone.) Jarod: They say it’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. Do you believe that’s true? Parker: You paint a very sad picture. Jarod: How did we end up like this? Parker: Like what? Jarod: Alone. Searching. It’s ironic because we both want the same things. Someone to care about, someone to care about us. Jarod: (As an echo.) How did we end up like this? T-Board Bridget: Miss Parker? Miss Parker? Hi! Parker: We’re done here. (She stands up and Willie takes her by the arm to conduct her back to the cell.) Bridget: Miss Parker. You may have a cigarette now. Parker: I just quit. (The cell phone rings stopping everyone in their tracks. Bridget answers it.) Bridget: Mr Argyle. Argyle: You know Bridget. If your body is half as good as your brain you and I might just find a way, you know. Bridget: Coming from a man of your brilliance that’s quite a compliment. Argyle: By the way you hit it right on the nail indeed about cashew boy here. He’s a nut alright. Bridget: Yes. He’s crazy. But he’s resourceful! So have you come up with a price? Parker: Bridget. If this is about Jarod … Bridget: Shhh. I’m on the phone. Argyle: You know, I was out scamming this softie suburbanite the other day out of his lunch money when I saw this dapper Dan in a Rolls Royce. Bridget: A Rolls Royce Huh? Argyle: Yeah. Yeah. Yeah! Real, real shiny! Anyway, this guy right, he gets out of the car, and I find myself staring at his threads, right. And I’m staring at this cat’s threads and I’m thinking to myself I don’t know the dude from the president of England. I don’t know if he’s a liar, if he kicks his dog, if he smacks his old lady, nothing. But I find that I have this instant, incredible respect for the guy all on account of the suit he’s wearing. Bridget: Ah hah! Go On. (Jarod had picked up the paper clip that Argyle had used to repair the lamp. He bends is straight and inserts it into lock of the handcuff.) Argyle: Yeah! His suit, his shirt, his watch, his loafers, his whole kit and caboodle. Silk on silk. Leather on leather. And you know, I’m thinking to myself, Bridget, thinking to myself, to drape this guy it must have cost at least, I don’t know, at least ten thousand dollars Bridget. Bridget: Is that the price of respect, Mr Argyle? Argyle: Hey! Hey, a man ain’t squat without respect. Bridget: Well $10000 is a great deal of money but I think I can convince my people to approve it. (Argyle grabs Jarod’s wrist where he had almost turned the lock of the handcuffs with the paper clip.) Argyle: No! No! Big brain. Jarod: Don’t do this. (In his little boy lost voice.) Argyle: Bridget? Write this down. Bridget: That’s just three hours away. I’m on the next plane. Parker: If you’ve found Jarod I am the only one who can bring him in. Bridget: Sorry darling. This time he comes in. Argyle: Hey! Hey! It’s all for the best. You’re going back where you belong. I’m getting out of here. It’ll all be fine. Trust me. Trust me! The Cell (Miss Parker is pacing up and down.) Parker: This sucks! Broots: Why are they making us just sit here and wait. Parker: So when wonder woman brings him in it will prove the point we didn’t because one of us was helping him. Sydney: Leaving us as good as dead huh? Broots: I never thought that I’d be rooting for Jarod. I didn’t mean that. I didn’t mean that! (The door opens and Mr Parker enters. Miss Parker gives him a hug.) Parker: Daddy! Mr Parker: Angel. Oh I came as soon as I found out. How dare they put my daughter through a T-Board. Are you alright? Parker: For now. Mr Parker: You’ll all be out of here after I lop off a few heads. Parker: Daddy, be careful. Mr Parker: Right. Broots: Boy, I never thought I’d be glad to see your old man. Parker: I’m glad he’s here too, Broots. Sydney: Unfortunately there’s reason to believe he’s been here the whole time. (Sydney is joined at the cell’s window by Miss Parker. Mr Parker and Mr Raines are having what appears to be an argument. Sydney looks down at the wingtip shoes that Mr Parker is wearing. They are the shoes of the man in the shadows.) I’m sorry Parker. Parker: He’s done it again. Outside the Abandoned Factory (A limousine pulls up and as Bridget emerges from it Mr Argyle strides out to meet her.) Bridget: Mr Argyle? Argyle: Bridget? Bridget: Nice to see you. Argyle: Nice to see you! Bridget: Get the case out of the trunk Willie. Argyle: Yes. You’ve got something in the trunk for me Willie? Bridget: I bring you respect in a bag. Argyle: Oh wow. 10000 real ones. Bridget: Where’s Jarod? Argyle: He’s in the basement, in the boiler room. Heh! (Willie and the other sweeper grab an arm each and lift Argyle off his feet.) Bridget: Willie when you see that I’ve got Jarod, put a bullet in his brain, if you can find it. (She flicks at his forehead.) Willie: It’ll be my pleasure. Argyle: Whatya talkin’ about putting a Bullet in my brain? Hey that’s not nice! (Argyle is dumped in the trunk and the lid closed on his protests. Willie and the other sweeper rest their backsides on the trunk.) In the Basement (Jarod has been trying to reach a nail that is sticking out of the bottom of the window but can’t quite reach it. He has witnessed the proceedings at the limousine and sees Bridget approaching.) Jarod: DAMN! (The apparition of Margaret appears once again and she smiles and nods her head towards Jarod’s pen which is resting on top of the red notebook on the bedside table. He reaches for it, his right arm pulling at the handcuffs. He finally grasps the pen, rips the clasp of the pen from the lid with his teeth, transfers it to his left hand and starts working on the lock of the handcuffs. Bridget is seen moving past the windows and approaching the door, weapon drawn. Jarod struggles with the lock. She opens the door and looks around the room as she comes down the stairs. She relaxes as she sees Jarod prone on the bed.) Bridget: Well if it isn’t sleeping beauty. And they said you were so hard to catch. (Whistles as she approaches him.) Time to rise and shine. (She straddles him.) Wake up my little love muffin. Wake Up! (She hits him with her pistol on the jaw.) Hi. Time to go home. Jarod: Sorry. But I’m never going back there. (Jarod grabs the steam pipe and pulls it down so that the steam shoots out and hits her on the face. Bridget screams drops the pistol, and falls backwards and with a kick from Jarod ends up amongst some cardboard boxes against the far wall. Jarod finishes unlocking the handcuff.) Dog: Woof, growl! (Jarod smiles at Dog.) Outside the Abandoned Factory. (Willie and the other sweeper here a noise from inside the factory. Willie indicates to the other sweeper to investigate. He does. Inside when he opens a door he sees the dog scratching at a flea behind his ear. The sweeper smiles at the dog and lowers his gun. Jarod steps out from his side and hits him on the side of the head with a plank. He falls instantly and doesn’t move. Jarod looks at the dog.) Jarod: You’re not so mean. Outside the Abandoned Factory (Willie hears a gunshot from inside. He takes his gun from his shoulder holster and approaches the building. He takes the same route as the other sweeper and finds his colleague lying face down on the ground. He looks around warily. Jarod drops on him from above and knocks him to the ground and following it up with a two-handed fist to the jaw.) Jarod: Nice to see you again Willie! Outside the Abandoned Factory (Jarod opens the trunk of the car. Argyle is cringing in fear, holding onto to Jarod’s Pez.) Argyle: Arghhh! Hi! Jarod: (Handing Argyle the bag that contained the money.) Your brass ring. Argyle: I knew you were the one to trust right from the start. Jarod: On second thought. (Jarod pulls the bag away from Argyle’s grasp.) I think I’ll donate it to the pound. In Dog’s name. Like you said, he’s the hero. And give me back my Pez. (He snatches the Pez out of an amazed Argyle’s grasp.) T-Board (Sydney’s phone is ringing again. Raines answers it while Mr Parker looks on.) Raines: Bridget? Jarod: Nope! Sorry! It’s just Jarod. But you can come and pick up your blonde now. (Bridget is handcuffed to the bed and Jarod presses down a corned of the silver insulating tape that Jarod has used to seal her mouth. He hangs up the phone.) Sweet dreams, luv (In his best imitation of her accent.) The Cell (Mr Parker has entered the cell again. He carries a robe that he thrusts at Broots.) Parker: She blew it, didn’t she? Mr Parker: Jarod’s still alive, still free! So are you. Broots: Thanks for the robe. Mr Parker: (Miss Parker strides from the cell and Mr Parker follows her closely.) Can I give you a lift somewhere? Parker: To where daddy? Another dead end? Mr Parker: What are you talking about? Parker: Don’t you dare! (She lowers her voice as some of the staff mill around in the background.) You set me up, for a T-Board? Mr Parker: I was wondering how long it would take you to figure that out. Come on. You don’t think I could fool you. You’re a Parker. I’d be stupid to even try. Besides these damn shoes are killing me. Parker: If this is true, then why would you ally with Bridget? Mr Parker: Bridget cut a deal with the Triumvirate. Your butt for hers. I had to go along with her to get rid of her for good. Action, reaction. Give and take. It’s not about who knows what but about who thinks they know what and what you want them to think. To keep the hungry dogs at bay you must toss them a bone now and then. Parker: Is that what I am? A bone? Mr Parker: You’re my legacy and you proved it again today. Never forget hat. It’ll keep you alive. Trust me. Flashbacks Mr Parker: You should find something you can trust. Mr Parker: Trust me. Mr Parker: Trust me. Jarod: How can you still trust him? Trust him? T-Board (Sydney approaches Miss Parker after Mr Parker has left.) Sydney: Will you be alright, Miss Parker? Parker: Of course. Let’s get out of here. (She takes Sydney by the arm.) Let’s go. Let’s go. Sydney, do you think that someone in the Centre is really helping Jarod? Sydney: In the Centre? Anything’s possible. (Angelo watches them as the depart.) Flashback: Raines: (Talking on the phone. Angelo is working on two computers checking the Internet for clues as to Jarod’s whereabouts. He pauses when he finds a picture of Margaret Charles with the caption “Have you seen this woman?” ) We’re still searching for him and we’ll find the leak. (He hangs up the phone.) Did you uncover something that will help us find Jarod Angelo? (Angelo quickly clears the screen and keeps clicking at keys.) Keep working. Keep working. (Raines leaves and Angelo grins.) Exterior Abandoned Factory – Night time. (Sharpton pulls up in his truck, alights, walks over to the vehicle where he receives his money in an envelope that is passed out through the open window. Sharpton: See you tomorrow, same bat time same bat channel. (Sharpton turns back to his truck. Jarod is standing in front of it illuminated by the trucks headlights. Jarod gives him a friendly wave.) Jarod: You remember me? Sharpton: You don’t learn so easy, do you pal? Jarod: Maybe not but I never make the same mistake twice. (Jarod nods his head towards the chain link fence, where Sharpton’s partner is lying unconscious in front of it.) Sharpton: Who the hell are you? Jarod: I’m, many people. But tonight I’m a truck driver. (Jarod secures Sharpton to the front grill of his truck and demonstrates to him just what it’s like to be on the front of the truck going for a ride.) CLOSING CREDITS