SEASON 3 EPISODE 5 “Betrayal” Writer: Mark M Dodson Director: Terrance O’Hara Broots’ Residence The Kitchen (Broots is preparing breakfast for Debbie and himself.) Broots: Debbie. Debbie! Debbie: Morning Daddy! (She enters. She is prepared for school.) Broots: Morning. Are you hungry? Debbie: Ahm. My ride should be here in any minute. Broots: Well just have a little bit of tart. Debbie: Did you remember? Broots: Remember? What? Debbie: My birthday Daddy. I’ve told you all year what I really, really want is . . Broots: A trip to Paris. And you know what? I can’t take you to Paris until you are like 25 years old. Debbie: Well it never hurts to ask. Broots: No. Debbie: Well I gotta go. (She picks up her bag.) Broots: Okay. Wait. Take this. (He hands her lunch to her.) Debbie: Love you. See you. Bye! (They kiss.) Broots: Love you too. See you. Tonight! (Broots puts on the headphones that are around his neck and turns on the tape.) Tape Beginner’s French. Hello. My name is Pierre. How are you. Bonjour. C’est Pierre. Comment allez vous? (He starts echoing the French on the tape. He gets a fright when a hand slaps him on the back.) Parker: It’s bad enough that you talk to yourself, but in a second language? Broots: It’s French. Parker: So is the Jerry Lewis fan club. But I wouldn’t join. Broots: Debbie’s birthday is coming up. I want to surprise her with a trip to Paris . Parker: (Miss Parker notices the pop tarts in the toaster.) Pop Tarts? Broots: They have eleven essential vitamins and minerals. May I ask, why are you here? Parker: I was in the neighbourhood. Broots: Since when? Parker: (She becomes all business like.) Since I couldn’t risk talking over the phone. Listen. Don’t go the Centre this morning. I want you to go straight over to the Data Annex. Broots: To the data annex? Why? Parker: Since you’ve installed the new security software we’ve detected three transfers of classified information from the Centre to the Annex. Broots: Oh! There’s a leak in The Centre. Parker: All we know for sure is that after each transfer someone broke into the annex and took the information. Broots: Jarod? Parker: You wrote the, ah, software. You find out. (She puts on her sunglasses and leaves.) Jarod’s Lair DSA Sim Lab (The young Jarod is standing in front of a backlit drafting table studying a set of plans displayed on it.) Sydney: Tell me what you’ve discovered, Jarod. Young Jarod: Structural reinforcements here, here, here and here. Should allow the building to withstand an earthquake of 7.5 Sydney: Excellent Jarod. Your design will save many lives. Young Jarod: Yes but if the reinforcements were to be damaged by an explosion by sabotage the whole thing would go down. Sydney: Don’t worry. (Sydney steps up beside Jarod and puts his arm on his shoulder.) The Centre would never allow that to happen. Young Jarod: I hope so Sydney. If not, hundreds and hundreds of people could die. (Jarod hangs another newspaper article up on his noticeboard beside the two that are already there. The newspaper heading reads “Serbian Consulate in Rome Brought Down by Terrorist Bomb.) Sydney: Don’t worry. The Centre would never allow that to happen. (As an echo.) OPENING CREDITS Jarod’s Lair: (While preparing his own breakfast of Pop Tarts, Jarod inserts a DSA in the reader) DSA (It is 1996. Jarod is sitting at a table opposite another man, Kenny.) Jarod: There. (Jarod hands Kenny an origami swan.) That’s all there is to it. Now you try Kenny. Kenny: Jarod I’ll never be able to do this. Jarod: Oh Sure you will. Damon: They have found out that you refused to complete your last sim and they asked for the three of us to come down here. Sweeper: We want to strongly encourage you to reconsider. Kenny: Jarod help help it hurts, Jarod! Jarod: Noooooooo! (Jarod gets on his hands and knees and places his head on his hand.) The Streets of Blue Cove (Broots is riding his bicycle. A man in his car turns of the engine and takes a black balaclava from a bag on the seat beside him. Broots gets off his bike and props it up on the sidewalk and enters a store “Through the Years.) Store Through the Years (George, the storekeeper, is sitting behind a low counter.) Broots: Hello George. Busy day huh? George: I’ve seen livelier morgues. Broots: Hm. (He indicates the back of the store.) George: Yeah. Sure go ahead. (George leans forward and pushes a button under the counter. There is a buzzing noise and Broots opens a door at the back of the shop.) Data Annex (Broots enters another door and enters a computer lab. There are several people at work at a number of computer terminals around the room.) Broots: Hey Norman. So, I hear you’ve had three data intercepts. Norman: Four. Happened again last night. You know what I can’t figure though is what would anyone want from this place to begin with. Top secret travel itineraries. Clandestine expense reports? Ha ha! Broots: Well, let’s see if we can unlock the mystery here. (Broots takes a floppy disk from his pocket and inserts it into the drive.) This’ll take a couple of minutes to come up. Got go see a man about a horse. Hey that’s a cool shirt. Outside the Store (The man gets out of his car carrying his bag over his shoulder.) Inside Data Annex (Norman’s computer message beeps at him and a message “Simultaneous Access Terminal – 14.” ) Norman: Hey! Someone’s accessing this information right now. Staffer: What? Norman: Who the hell would want this? Store (The man enters the store. George is coming back from having made himself a cup of coffee.) George: Morning! (The man takes an automatic weapon from out of the bag and shoots George.) Bathroom (Broots is washing his hands whilst listening to his Beginners French tape. He does not hear the automatic weapons fire outside.) Tape: Would you care to join me for a romantic dinner and a movie? Voulez vous l’accompagne pour le diner et la cinema? Broots: Voulez vous l’accompagne pour . . . (The now masked man guns down all the staffers using an automatic, silenced weapon.) Broots: (Leaving the bathroom.) Intimee en la cinema? Intimae Intimee. Voulez vous? Voulez vous? Data Annex (Broots comes back into the main Annex room and discovers the dead bodies strewn on the floor. He notices the man, dressed all in black and wearing a balaclava, sitting at one of the computer consoles, his back to the room.) Broots: Oh my God! (The man turns from the computer, stands and picks up his weapon.) No! No! Please! (He fires at the disappearing figure of Broots. He follows Broots down the outer passageway firing but missing. Broots tries several doors but they are locked and he can’t get his access card out fast enough. He runs into the rest room. The gunman follows him into the bathroom. Broots has abandoned the tape recorder on the floor where it continues its lesson in basic French. The man stands on the player and start checking the stalls one at a time. At the last one he discovers the ceiling access hatch open and no sign of Broots.) Outside (Broots climbs down the fire escape and runs down the alley.) The Centre Tech Room (Parker and Sydney enter and go to where Lyle is watching a monitor.) Parker: What’s up? Mr Lyle: We’ve got an incident at Data Annex. (He is watching a surveillance video of the murder of the technicians at the Data Annex.) Prelim says that the entire in house staff has been de-personnelled. Parker: Broots was there. Mr Lyle: He was spotted running from the scene. I’ve dispatched a de-con team to find him. Parker: A decontamination team for Broots? Mr Lyle: Miss Parker there is a leak in the Centre. Someone down loaded eyes-only data to a mole at the Annex. Broots could be the mole. Hell he could be the shooter for all we know. Sydney: Broots? Broots couldn’t do that. Mr Lyle: We don’t know that. Not for sure. All we do know is that we have been compromised. The Tower has declared this a Schedule Seven incident. Do you know what that means? Parker: Arresting ( ? ) Broots. On the Streets (Broots is running across the road where two cars have to break suddenly to avoid hitting him. He makes it to the other side of the road mostly unscathed and steps into a recess in a building. He fumbles for his cell phone in a pocket, untangles it from his jacket and dials.) Broots: Come on. Come on. Hello! Hello? Sydney: This is Sydney. Broots: Sydney. Thank God you’re there. Sydney: Broots. Are you alright? Broots: Yeah. No! No I am not alright. Sydney. They’ve killed everybody in the place. In the Annex. And they’re trying to kill me. They’re after me. (There is a crackling on the line.) Sydney: Calm down Broots. Broots: I can’t calm down. Sydney: Broots? Broots: Syd! Sydney? Sydney: Broots? Broots: Sydney! Hello? (The connection is lost. Broots redials.) Voice: We’re sorry your cellular service has been deactivated. Please contact your provider for additional information. (Broots steps back out onto the sidewalk. His movements are erratic and he bumps into people. He spends as much time looking over his shoulder as he does looking forward. He is also talking to himself and hearing Miss Parker’s words in his mind.) Parker: Since you’ve installed the new security software we have detected three transfers of classified information from the Centre to the Annex. Broots: There’s a leak in the centre There’s a leak in the Centre There’s a leak in the Centre. (Broots sees a payphone and take the opportunity to call Sydney.) Sydney: Broots? Broots: They’re all dead. Everybody’s dead. There is a man in there with a gun. He tried to kill me. Sydney: Tell me where you are. Broots: Miss Parker sent me. Where’s Miss Parker? Sydney: She’s not here. Try and calm down. They’re not going to let us talk for long. Broots: Sydney what the hell’s going on? Sydney: You’re in great danger Broots. You and everyone you know may be a potential target. Broots: Oh God! Debbie. Sydney: I don’t know what’s going on, Broots. Maybe you saw something. We’re under a schedule 7. Broots: Schedule 7? Sydney: Remember your training and Broots . . . Broots: Yeah? Sydney: Don’t trust anyone. (Lyle enters Sydney’s office and rips the phone cord out of its socket.) Broots: Sydney? Sydney: (To Lyle) What the hell do you think are you doing? Mr Lyle: Standard procedure. Until we know what’s going on Broots is persona non gratia. Sydney: For God’s sake Lyle, the man has a daughter to take care of. We can’t leave him out there. Mr Lyle: Broots and his daughter are not my problem. Outside Debbie’s School (Broots is standing across the road from the school, partially concealed behind a tall shrub.) Broots: Come on Debbie. Come on. Where are you? (Broots starts as he feels a pistol being pushed into his back and in abject terror raises his hands. He turns around to face his assailant to be met with a barrage of water that is being shot by a small child from his water pistol. Broots, lunges at the child who runs away laughing.) Child: Hah Hah. Hah Hah. You’re dead. You’re dead. Broots: Get out of here you little mongrel! (He turns back to watch the front of the school in time to see Miss Parker guide Debbie into the back of a sedan. Miss Parker gets into the back seat after Debbie.) Broots: Miss Parker? Debbie! Sydney: Broots don’t trust anyone. Broots: No. Wait! Debbie: (To Miss Parker.) Where’s my Daddy? (Broots runs out into the middle of the road and watches as the car disappears down the street.) Broots: Miss Parker. Debbie! (Miss Parker smiles down at Debbie but it is strained.) Outside Broots’ Residence (Broots pushes through the gate and jogs up to the kitchen entrance of his home. He bends down to insert the key in the lock of the door but finds that the door is ajar.) Broots: This isn’t good. (He enters his home suspiciously expecting an assailant at every turn.) Inside Broots’ Residence Broots: Hello? (In the kitchen the materials that he used to make breakfast are still on the bench. He goes to his desk. All that remains of his computer are the cables.) Broots: My computer? (He goes to a low cupboard and takes out two boxes. Opening one he lifts out a revolver. He looks up at a framed photograph of Debbie and himself.) Broots: I’m sorry Debbie. I know I promised I’d never use this. (In his nervousness he spills bullets out of the box onto the polished timber floor.) Sh Sh Shhhhh! (He drops to his knees, scrabbling at the bullets and putting them in his pockets. A pair of highly polished black shoes appears in his vision. He looks up. Jarod is standing above him, a pistol in his hand.) Oh! Jarod! Oh Please. I'm sorry. I didn’t mean to do it. Jarod: Do what? Broots: Whatever it is you’re trying to kill me for? Jarod: I’m not trying to kill you. I’m here to help you. I’ve been waiting for you to show up. We don’t have much time. Broots: Time? For what? (He stands up.) Jarod: You’ll just have to trust me. Broots: Sydney told me not to trust any one. (Jarod notices a red dot from an infra red sight on Broots’ neck. He turns and looks out the window to see a man aiming his automatic weapon starts shooting at them. Jarod pushes Broots to the floor.) Jarod: You might want to reconsider that. (They both get off the floor and start running.) Outside Broots’ Residence (The man and Jarod exchange gunfire as Jarod and Broots run for the car.) Jarod: Get in the car. Get in the car! (Jarod keeps Broots covered as he gets in the car, fires another couple of shots, climbs in the car and drives it away. The man steps out on to the street and fires a burst after the disappearing car, shattering the rear windscreen.) Parking Garage (Jarod steers the car into an underground car park, pulls the car into a space. Looks around to see if there is anyone else there.) Jarod: Are you alright? Broots: No. No. No I am not alright. I am as far from alright as I am ever going to be. I’ve seen people murdered. They’ve taken my daughter. They’ve broken into my house. Now they are trying to kill me and I’m sitting here with you. No, no I am not alright. I want to know what the hell is going on. Jarod: It’s about the data intercepts that you were sent to investigate at the Annex. Broots: How is it that you know so much about what’s going on at the Centre? Jarod: A former centre operative has been working with a co-conspirator inside the Centre. In order to conceal their identities and their activities he murdered everyone at the Annex. And now he’s after you. Broots: Well I don’t know anything, do I? Jarod: It doesn’t matter. All that matters is that he thinks you do. Broots: I don’t give a damn about me. I, ah, I’m only concerned about my daughter. The Centre Sim Lab Parker: She’s safe. I picked her up from school and took her to my house. Sam’s keeping her out of harms way for now. (Lyle enters.) Mr Lyle: The cleaners reported in from the Annex. They found a mess but few answers. Parker: And what about Broots? Mr Lyle: The de-con team are still looking for him. They’ve confiscated his home computer. It’s being cross analysed to see if we can pin him down as the leak. Parker: Broots isn’t the leak but he could find out who is. Mr Lyle: That’s not how it works. Broots lives or dies on his own until and if this matter is resolved. Sydney: I’m, afraid Mr Lyle doesn’t share your sense of loyalty Mr Lyle: Centre reality check. Broots is expendable. I ‘m not sure that a monkey couldn’t do what he does. Parker: (She moves into Lyle’s personal space.) I can’t believe you weren’t spawned under some rock instead of being of the same flesh and blood I came from. As much as I hate to admit it, Broots is more of a brother to me than you’ll ever be. I won’t throw him out like a piece of garbage. (She turns to leave.) Mr Lyle: Hark? Do I hear violins playing? Parker: (She turns back to him.) Lyle, reality check. I intend to get to the bottom of the Centre’s problem without sacrificing Broots in the process. (She leaves.) Jarod’s Lair Broots: Wow I’ve seen a lot of your old hideouts but I never thought I’d be here with you. Jarod: Neither did I. Are you hungry? (He throws Broots a packet of Pop Tarts.) Broots: My daughter loves these. Jarod: They have eleven essential vitamins and minerals. Broots: Listen Jarod. I can’t stay here. I gotta find Debbie. Miss Parker took her. In fact it was Miss Parker who sent me to the data annex in the first place. Jarod: Miss Parker is many things but she would never do that, especially to you. She doesn’t have it in her heart or in her eyes. Broots: I know what you mean. The guy who shot up the Annex who shot up my house, now he had it in his eyes. (Jarod is obviously uncomfortable with the discussion about this man.) Flashback Sim Lab (The year Jarod escaped from the Centre- 1996) Sydney: Jarod this is Damon. The Tower has asked that he work with you on some special projects. Damon: Jarod, I’ve heard a lot about you. (They shake hands.) Kenny: Jarod, Help, it hurts. Jarod! Broots: You know him? Jarod: Yes I know him. For the past several months I’ve been intercepting communications between a man named Damon and his source at the Centre. His source has been transferring sims that I performed to the data annex. Broots: Oh, Data annex is only for storage of routine unclassified information. Jarod: That’s exactly why he had them transferred there. The lack of security allowed Damon to break in as needed and download the sims. Broots: But my new software found the trail leading straight back to them. Jarod: You were in the wrong place at the wrong time Mr Broots. Damon was just covering his tracks. He’s already used three of my sims. Now he’s stolen a fourth. I don’t know what it is but I do know that he plans on using it tomorrow at five o’clock. Broots: But what’s so important about four old sims that would cause him to kill all those people? (Jarod goes to the DSA reader and activates it. A teen aged Jarod is standing at the drafting table in the Sim Lab. Sydney is holding a model of an aeroplane that he places on the table.) DSA Sydney: Our clients were impressed with your recommendations to improve the safety of their aircraft. Young Jarod: There’s one other thing Sydney. I know it is unlikely but if the plane was to encounter a focused burst of electro magnetic energy in the ultra high frequency range the pilot would lose control. Sydney: Jarod I’ll be sure to alert our client of your concerns. You have nothing to worry about. Young Jarod: I hope so Sydney. (Jarod drags out his board of horror. There are three newspaper articles. “Pilot Loses Control, Bosnia Military Transport Crash”, “Prague Subway Gassing Baffles Authorities”, and “Serbian Consulate in Rome Brought Down by Terrorist Bomb”.) Broots: Oh my god. The subway? And the consulate? Damon took your work and used it to kill? Jarod: I need your help Broots. I have to get back into the Annex. I have to find out what that fourth sim is. I gotta stop Damon before there’s another headline. Outside Data Annex (It is night. Jarod pulls the car up outside “Through the Years”.) Broots: Okay I’ll help. But before we go in I have to find out what’s happening to Debbie. But the Centre won’t let me in. Jarod: They can’t keep me out. (Jarod pulls out his cell phone, dials a number and hands it to Broots.) Sydney: This is Sydney. Broots: Sydney? It’s Broots. Sydney: Broots where are you? Broots: I gotta know where Debbie is? Sydney: Miss Parker took Debbie to her house. She’s guarded around the clock. Broots: Oh thank God. And Sydney please, thank Miss Parker for me, would you. There’s someone here who I think you would like to speak to. (He hands the phone to Jarod.) Jarod: Sydney. Damon’s back. Sydney: Damon? Are you sure? Jarod: I’ve seen him. He tried to kill Broots after he murdered everyone at the annex. Now he’s working with someone inside the Centre. They’re using my old sims to orchestrate attacks. I know when he’s planning to hit next but I don’t know how and I don’t know where. Sydney: Let me see what I can find out. And please be careful. Remember what Damon is capable of. Jarod: Oh I remember. I remember everything. Flashback 1996 Jarod: There. That’s all there is to it. Now you try Kenny. (Jarod hands the origami swan to Kenny. Damon is watching them from the Mezzanine.) Kenny: Jarod I’ll never be able to do this. Jarod: Sure you can. We’ll keep on practising. (Jarod takes another piece of paper and starts to fold it.) This point there. Now press down the fold. Very good! Kenny: Jarod! Help me! Jarod! Jarod: Noooo! Damon’s Lair (Damon is sitting up in bed talking to someone on the phone. While he is talking he is watching a woman who is removing her clothes in a provocative manner.) Damon: I know Jarod. I know how his mind works. He’ll come to me. Leak: We can’t take the slightest chance of him discovering our activity. (The voice is electronically altered and hence unrecognisable.) Damon: I’ll take care of it. Data Annex Inside (Broots opens the door to the inner tech room. The bodies have been removed and the furniture straightened. There is no sign of any bullet holes.) Broots: Oh. That’s what I call a clean up. (He goes to the terminal and sits down.) This is the computer Damon was at. Jarod: We have ten minutes max before they detect us. Do you think you could find out what he was accessing? Broots: Well I ah, designed the system. Um, that’s a maybe. The Centre Tech Room Parker: So let me get this straight. They can send a man to the moon but neither one of you can open up Broot’s system to backtrack who the leak is in this place? Tech: We’re searching. Parker: (She leans down close to his face.) Search faster. (Lyle enters.) Where the hell have you been? Mr Lyle: I’ve been occupied. You look frustrated. Parker: Well your monkeys seem to have a bit of trouble peeling this banana. Mr Lyle: We’re all just trying to find the answers Miss Parker. My sweepers have also been unable to locate Broot’s daughter. Have any idea where she might be? Parker: Do I look like a baby sitter? Tech: Ah, Miss Parker, someone is accessing the computer at the Data Annex now. Parker: Who? Tech: Based on the password it appears to be … Mr Broots. Parker: Damn. Get me the imbecile who is supposed to be guarding the Annex. Now! Data Annex Broots: I’m just about there. Jarod I know it’s not my place to ask but what exactly happened between you and Damon? Jarod: You’re right, it’s not your place to ask. (There’s a noise from upstairs – door closing and footsteps.) Broots: I’m not done yet. Jarod: Keep working. (Jarod goes to investigate. The sweeper stumbles across Jarod.) Sweeper: Hold it, right there. Real easy like, bring that gun up where I can see it. Come on. Now turn around, slowly. Well, well, well. Look what I got here. (In the meantime Broots has crept up behind the sweeper and hits him on the back of the neck with the butt of his gun.) Broots: Oh. Oh well. At least I didn’t shoot him. Jarod: (Jarod takes the revolver from him, opens the chamber, checks it before swinging it shut.) Next time, you might want to put some bullets in it. (He hands the gun back to Broots.) Data Annex (Miss Parker enters the Data Annex, weapon drawn and sweeps the area looking for Broots. She finds the sweeper that Broots had knocked unconscious, in utility closet. He is bound and gagged.) Sweeper: (Mumbling through his neck tie which has been used to gag him.) Untie me please. Come on! Where’re you going? What’s going on? Jarod’s Lair (Jarod enters and heads straight for his desk and the DSA reader. Broots however, heads straight for an arm chair and slumps into it.) Broots: Oh boy oh I could really use a drink right now. Jarod: (He walks up to Broots and holds out his hand.) I’d settle for the DSA that we just risked our lives for. Broots: Oh yeah. Sure. Sorry. (Broots stands, hands the DSA to Jarod and follows him to the desk where Jarod activates the DSA.) DSA (1996 – Jarod is sitting at a computer viewing archival footage of the Gulf War of 1991.) Sydney: Jarod. Please. Jarod: I’m not going to do it. Sydney: You have to finish this project. Jarod: No Sydney. I can’t do this. Sydney: Jarod. We know the enemy is trying to genetically alter the smallpox virus to carry the Ebola. Our only interest is in developing a vaccine to prevent a holocaust. Jarod: I’m not comfortable with this area of research. Sydney: I don’t understand Jarod. Jarod: In order to make a vaccine I have to recreate the deadly organism. Sydney: Hmm hmm! Jarod: Concentrations to achieve air-born toxicity. Solubility levels. Half-lives. It would be too easy for someone to take this information and use it destructively. I don’t want to see that happen. Broots: (Visibly shaken by what he has seen.) This Damon. He’s going to use your work to biological attack someone. Jarod: Tomorrow at 5 o’clock. The question is … who? The Centre – Miss Parker's office (Mr Lyle is standing at Miss Parker’s desk reading a file that he found there. Miss Parker enters.) Mr Lyle: What have you found out about the leak? Parker: If I had Broots I’d be a lot further along but (She pauses long enough to snatch the file out of his hands.) as it is your monkeys have only been able to identify that the Centre leak has arranged for delivery of some kind of shipment. Mr Lyle: To whom? Parker: They don’t know who or how or why or even when. That’s what happens when you don’t have an opposable thumb. All we have to go on is what appears to be the shipment order. (She hands him a slip of paper. He looks at it.) Mr Lyle: It’s in code. Parker: Brilliant analysis. We’re trying to break it now. (Sydney opens the door and enters the office.) Sydney: Oh I’m sorry. I didn’t know there was anyone here with you. Parker: (She walks to the door and opens it.) Hmm. I believe Mr Lyle was just leaving. Mr Lyle: (He puts the piece of paper on the desk.) Well I am really impressed with all you don’t know. Love it if you surprised me with something that we can work on. Sydney: I believe the two of you are taking the concept of sibling rivalry to new levels. Parker: Excuse me, Syd, I have work to do. (She leaves.) (Sydney picks up the piece of paper, looks at it and calls Jarod.) Sydney: (On the phone.) 77 02 30 38 14 98 1500 Jarod: (Jarod writes the numbers down.) What does it mean? Sydney: Sorry Jarod, I don’t know. It’s all I have. (Jarod hands the paper to Broots.) Broots: I’ll get right on it. Jarod: Thank you Sydney. Sydney: Jarod don’t let your feelings for Damon, your desire for revenge, don’t let it destroy you. Jarod: This time I’m going to stop him. Flashback (Jarod and Damon are standing on the Mezzanine watching a couple do Tai Chi exercises on the main level of the Sim Lab.) Damon: I know how you feel Jarod. Jarod: How could you know how I feel? Damon: I was a pretender once. Jarod: (Jarod turns to face him.) Was? Damon: They gave me my freedom. I can get them to do the same for you. Jarod: (Jarod looks around at the ceiling and the walls looking for the eyes that watch him.) I don’t trust them. Damon: Yeah. Neither did I. Just finish this last sim and I promise you, we’ll walk out of here. Jarod’s Lair (Jarod is pacing behind Broots who is sitting at the computer running the code through a series of tests.) Jarod: We’ve only got a few hours left. Broots: I know it’s not difficult. It’s a simple problem. They’re the most trouble. You know that better than anyone. It’s like the clues you leave us all the time. Jarod: I know we can crack it. Broots: We have to. I want my life back. I want . . . my daughter back. (Jarod picks up Broots bundles of keys which has a photo of Debbie attached.) Jarod: She’s beautiful. Broots: Well you know I may not be the most successful person in the world but there is one thing that no one else can do or be and that’s her dad. I miss her. Jarod: Don’t worry. You’ll see her soon. Broots: Why are you doing this? Jarod: Doing what? (Jarod walks over to the window and looks out.) Broots: I try and catch you every day. I mean it’s my job. But, why are you helping me? Jarod: Because. I respect you. Broots: Me? Jarod: I can only hope that one day I will be half the father that you are. Broots: You know, I plan to spend her birthday travelling through France. Travelling . . . Travelling . . . These numbers aren’t code. Jarod: They're GPS coordinates. (He goes back over to the desk and looks at the monitor over Broots’ shoulders. Broots brings up a map of the U.S. Broots: Exactly. Jarod: Date time and location. Where and when Damon is going to receive his shipment. Broots: We know that the when is in two hours and the where is in a small park outside of D.C. Jarod: Come on. The Centre Sydney’s Office (Miss Parker enters. She is carrying a mini-cassette player.) Sydney: Miss Parker Parker: One of the techs just gave this to me. An intercepted phone call. Tape Sydney: 98 1500 Jarod: What does it mean? Sydney: Sorry Jarod, I don’t know. It’s all I have. Parker: You gave Jarod information, information you stole from me. Sydney: Miss Parker please? Parker: No Sydney! I’m out there risking my ass looking for Broots while you are here working behind my back. You want to tell me that’s not true? Sydney: Parker, does Lyle know about this? Parker: For now, no. Do you want to tell me why I shouldn’t give him that myself? Sydney: Sit down please. Shortly before Jarod escaped from the Centre we were having trouble controlling him. His growing sense of humanity was creating inner conflict over his work. Against my wishes the Centre brought in an operative named Damon to help break him. What I didn’t know was that Damon and the Centre had a hidden agenda. Damon exploited Jarod as he progressively gained his trust. (He activates the DSA reader.) DSA (1996 – Damon and Jarod are sitting on the steps of the Sim Lab.) Damon: They’ve agreed. You finish this last sim and you can leave. Jarod: This virus that they want me to develop - it’s a Pandora’s box. I don’t know who will have the key. Damon: Jarod, this is your freedom. Sydney: (He stops the DSA.) Jarod was in turmoil. He came to see me for advice. I tried to allay his fears. Parker: So what happened? Obviously the Centre never gave him his freedom. Sydney: It was all a lie. This wasn’t just another Centre exploitation of Jarod. It was the ultimate one. Jarod befriended Kenny a janitor (He starts the DSA again.) at the Centre who possessed a child like-innocence. Jarod felt very protective of him. And Damon knew that. DSA (1996 – Jarod, Damon and Kenny are sitting at the table. Jarod and Damon are watching Kenny finish the swan.) Jarod: That’s very good. Isn’t it Damon? (Jarod notices that another man has entered the Sim Lab. He doesn’t look friendly.) And what’s this about? Damon: They found out that you refuse to complete the last sim and they asked for the three of us to come down here. Kenny: (He hands Jarod the completed swan.) Jarod, for you. Sweeper: We want to strongly encourage you to reconsider. (He walks up to Kenny, takes out a gun and shoots him in the thigh. Kenny falls to the ground.) Jarod: What are you doing? (Jarod goes to him.) Sweeper: You have one minute to change your mind. Jarod: Are you crazy? (Jarod stands and goes to attack the sweeper. Damon heads him off.) Damon: Jarod, listen to me. Listen! He is going to kill him and probably both of us as well. So for Kenny’s sake finish the last sim and walk away from this place. Kenny: Jarod… Help… Jarod: (He takes a floppy disk from his pocket.) Here! I already finished the sim. It has everything you need. Everything they need is on this. Now take it. (Damon takes the disk and grabs Jarod’s wrist and pushes him back into the arms of the sweeper who grabs him and holds him.) What are you doing? Kenny: Jarod. Jarod: No NO! (Damon has taken out his own weapon. He shoots Kenny where he lies.) Damon: (He turns back to Jarod.) The Centre owns you and there is nothing you can do about it. Don’t make it so difficult next time. Jarod: (Jarod falls to his knees beside Kenny.) No. (Damon and the sweeper leave.) Sydney: Three weeks later Jarod escaped. Parker: My God Sydney. Sydney: Damon betrayed Jarod’s trust and he confirmed all of Jarod’s suspicions about the Centre. Parker: And destroyed Jarod’s hope of ever being given his freedom. Sydney: Damon was later exiled for stealing Centre secrets and he’s doing it again now. Do you understand why I am trying to help? Parker: I understand Broots is the loose end and in order for him to survive Damon has to be stopped. For good. The Park (Broots and Jarod are sitting inside a car beside the park where Damon is to collect his shipment. Jarod is watching Damon through a set of binoculars. A man carrying a metal case approaches Damon and hands it to him.) Jarod: He just handed Damon a metal case. Broots: Smallpox? Jarod: Worse. He’s not going to get away. Not this time. (Jarod gets out of the car.) Broots: Wait! Jarod. Jarod! Jarod: (Jarod steps out from behind a shrub as Damon walks past.) Give me the case. (Jarod has a gun pointed at Damon.) Damon: Jarod . . . (He turns around to face Jarod.) My friend! Jarod: Let’s get one thing straight I am not your friend. Now give me the case. (He raises the gun up to eye level.) Damon: Still worried about the innocent masses. Still the same. Jarod. Humanity’s seed of hope. Jarod: Give me the case. Damon: The Jarod I knew couldn’t pull that trigger. (Jarod cocks the gun.) You want to stop me, shoot me in the back. My guess is that you are still too human for that. (Damon turns and as he walks away his hand goes under his coat. He pulls out his gun, drops into a crouch while spinning to face Jarod. He fires and the bullet catches Jarod low on his left side.) Jarod: Noooo! (Jarod falls to the ground.) (Broots gets out of the car and runs to Jarod, crouching beside him as he writhes in agony on the ground.) Broots: Jarod! (Jarod is hopeless to do anything about the fleeing form of Damon.) Jarod’s Lair (Jarod is sitting on the couch and Broots is crouched beside him applying tape to the gauze pad that he has used to cover Jarod’s wound.) Broots: Don’t move. Just like that. Jarod: Why are you doing this? Broots: What? Jarod: You could take me into the Centre. Schedule 7 or not with me as the prize they would welcome you back. Broots: Well, the way I figure there’s a time and a place for everything. And right now I owe you. Besides I respect you. Jarod: Ow! Me? Broots: Yeah. You help people. You care. (Broots, who has finished his ministrations pulls off his gloves and Jarod pulls down his t-shirt.) When others look away you try to make a difference. Jarod: Well I didn’t make a difference this time. Broots: That’s why you can’t walk away now. And neither can I. Considering what we’ve been through I think I have a right to ask you this. What happened between you and Damon? (Jarod is reluctant to share his secret but in the end fairness wins out. He nods towards his desk.) Jarod: It’s on the DSA. Broots: (He gets up and goes to the desk.) I’ve been thinking about what you said, about discovering Damon’s pattern. It’s obviously political even possibly global. (Jarod picks up the remote control for the television wincing with every tiny movement. He turns on the television. As Jarod watches the news report, the DSA, and Broots reactions to it can be heard in the background.) Television Announcer: A private non-denominational service to pray for an end to the Bosnian conflict is scheduled for 5 o’clock this afternoon here at Freedom Hall in Georgetown. The service referred to by the parties as the Seed of Hope . . . Flashback Damon: Humanity’s seed of hope. Television Announcer : . . . will bring together representatives of the Czech Republic, Serbia and Bosnia on the eve of the Peace talks which are scheduled to start Monday in Washington. DSA Damon: The Centre owns you and there’s nothing you can do about it. Broots: (He has just seen Damon murder Kenny.) Oh My God. Jarod: Broots. Broots. He’s going to hit the service. The Centre Sydney’s Office (Miss Parker enters on the run.) Parker: Sydney, the flood-gates are finally open and the techs have finished putting all the pieces together. Sydney: You know where and when Damon’s going to strike? Parker: The jet’s waiting. Sydney: What about Lyle? Parker: Leave him here to run his circus. The Church (The service has just commenced as Broots and Jarod enter the Church and come down into the main body of the building.) Broots: How do you think he’s going to deliver the virus. The wine? Jarod: Not everyone is going to take communion . . . (Jarod notices an air vent, where the current of air is making a curtain move gently.) but everyone is going to breathe the air. Broots: (Broots looks up to the balcony where three priests are standing, watching the proceedings.) Jarod. Look. It’s Damon. (Damon, dressed in priest’s garb is standing watching the scene below him. Behind his back he holds a silver canister.) Jarod: Aerosol delivery. Broots: He’s going to spray the crowd. (Damon starts to leave the mezzanine.) Jarod: Get everyone out of here. Broots: Okay. (Broots moves to the centre of the church as Jarod leaves to pursue Damon.) Ah, excuse me. Ah, I’ve been alerted there’s a bomb in the building so if you could all please exit quickly and calmly. Please. (Everyone stands to leave.) (Jarod is waiting at the bottom of the stairs for Damon, his weapon in his right hand.) Damon: Jarod you just can’t leave it alone can you? This isn’t about you. Jarod: You’re using my work to infect countless numbers of people and for what? Damon: You gotta make a living. (Broots runs in behind Damon and Damon responds to the added threat by holding out the canister.) Jarod: Who’s helping you at the Centre? Damon: The same person who always has. (Damon throws the canister towards Jarod's right side and Jarod has to lunge with his left hand to catch it before it hits the floor. He slips in doing so and cries out in pain as he aggravates his gunshot wound. Damon grabs Broots and drags him out of the room with him.) Back off Jarod, or you can say goodbye to another friend. Jarod: (He struggles to his feet and runs after Damon.) Not this time. Dammit. (Jarod catches up with Damon in the main part of the church. He aims his weapon at Damon.) Jarod: Damon. Let him go. This is between us. (Damon is holding Broots in front of him, his left arm pinning Broots. With his right hand he aims his gun at Jarod.) Damon: Your friend comes with me. I’ll let him go when I know I haven’t been followed. Jarod: That’s funny. I believed you once. Damon: Then you know what I’m capable of. (Damon points the gun at Broots’ head and cocks it.) Broots: Oh Jarod. Jarod: It’s over Damon. Damon: You’re not going to pull that trigger Jarod. You don’t have it in your eyes. Just like when we were together at the Centre. Jarod: He has a daughter, who needs him. Damon: It doesn’t make any difference. Broots: NO! Flashback (Damon shoots Kenny.) Jarod: Noooo! Jarod: It does to me. (Jarod shoots Damon. Broots yells in fright, turns to see Damon dead on the floor.) Miss Parker’s Home (Debbie is engaged in a game of Checkers with Sam the Sweeper. Sam has made a move that enables her to jump two of his disks and reach his side of the board.) Debbie: King me. (The front door opens and Miss Parker enters followed by Broots.) Daddy! (They hug.) Broots: Debbie! Debbie: Daddy I missed you so much. Broots: I missed you too. Oh, I have something for you. (He hands her an airline ticket folder.) Happy birthday. Debbie: Paris. Oh Daddy! Broots: I missed you. (During this interaction between Broots and his daughter, Miss Parker turns her head away as though she can’t bear to witness the tender scene.) Parker: Sam let’s go. There’s a couple of things I need to wrap up at the Centre. Sam: Good game, kid. (They leave.) Debbie: I love you Daddy! The Centre Sydney’s Office Sydney: This is Sydney. Jarod: It’s me. (Jarod is in a phone booth. It is night and it is raining.) Sydney: You okay Jarod? Jarod: Physically. Sydney: It’s natural to struggle to come to terms with what happened. Jarod: I never pulled the trigger before. (Jarod has tears in his eyes.) Sydney: I pray you never have to again Jarod. The guilt that you are feeling comes from a conflict over your desire to exact revenge for Kenny and the necessity of what you did. Jarod: I just keep playing the moment over and over in my head. Sydney: You saved Broot’s life and the lives of untold numbers of people. Jarod: I just feel so empty. Sydney: You have to forgive yourself Jarod. There’s an old saying. He who saves but one life saves the entire world. (Jarod nods his head.) Jarod: (Right.) I have to go. (He hangs up the phone. He takes an origami swan from his pocket and sets it down on the coin box. He pulls up his collar, opens the phone booth door and steps out into the night.) CLOSING CREDITS