SEASON THREE EPISODE 1 “Crazy” Story: Lawrence Meyers, Steven Long Mitchell & Craig Van Sickle Teleplay: Steven Long Mitchell & Craig Van Sickle Director: Fred K. Keller Flashback (Angelo is sitting in one of the air ducts that service the lower levels of the Centre. Suddenly the floor and walls start to vibrate. Angelo is terrified. There is an explosion and a fireball moves down the tunnels of SL 27. Angelo wakes up with a fright, sits up and rubs his palms into his eyes. He was reliving the explosion that had rocked SL 27.) SL-27 The Centre (A door is forcibly opened. Two men wearing breathing masks, one with an Alsatian on a leash come down the stairs. They are carrying powerful flash lights.) Cleaner 1: Come on boy. Search. Search. Cleaner 2: Diagrams indicate that this is the last unsearched part. Survivors should thank their lucky stars that the tortion barriers took the brunt. (The flashlight illuminates the results of a the destructive blast – a twisted and charred tricycle, a doll with a partially melted face, a half burnt and water-logged copy of “The Wizard of Oz”. More business like equipment is also evident.) It’s a damn miracle that anything survived this hell. Cleaner 1: (The dog barks. A hand, pale and lifeless protrudes from some wreckage.) We’ve got something. Mr Parker’s Office (Mr Parker is sitting at his desk. He is trying to insert a mini-cassette into a cassette player. He is finding it difficult because his hands are wrapped in gauze. Miss Parker is standing at the side of the desk.) Mr Parker: Give me a hand Angel. (He hands Miss Parker the mini cassette player and tape. She takes it off him and inserts the tape before passing it back.) Parker: Good to see you’re out of the infirmary Daddy. Mr Parker: Thanks. Ah! (He touches her gently on the elbow.) You look tired. Parker: I haven’t had a decent nights sleep since the explosion. (The phone rings. Mr Parker picks it up cutting off any possible response he may have made to her plight.) Mr Parker: Ah. Yes. Oh. Yes. Keep me informed. (He hands the receiver to Miss Parker who places it back on its unit.) The disposal team discovered a body in SL-27 last night. Parker: Sydney? Mr Parker: It’s too soon to tell. We need more pieces. Parker: Daddy, if the remains down there are Sydney . . . Mr Parker: Forget Sydney. (He passes her a folder from his desk. She opens it briefly and examines its contents.) Parker: I didn’t put this bombing report together as a condemnation. Sydney planted the bomb but he acted out of a misdirected sense of guilt and compassion. Mr Parker: (He stands and turns away from her. He is now quite angry.) Misdirected guilt and compassion killed your mother. I will not allow it to kill you! Parker: (Concerned.) What’s going on Daddy? Mr Parker: (He turns to face her.) The Triumvirate is applying great pressure for a change in strategy. They’re not removing me from Jarod’ pursuit? Mr Parker: (Laughing briefly.) No. They’d never allow that. It was a bloody fight. Most important none of it was yours or mine. (He returns to his desk and sits down.) Parker: Then what? Mr Parker: Well they insist on adding a new player. Their selection. He’s due in tomorrow. Parker: It’s not necessary. Mr Parker: Desperate times. (He picks up a DSA and inserts it in the slot of the DSA Reader on his desk.) Centre records lab. Surveillance feed came through this morning. Parker: Jarod. DSA (Jarod is moving in an agitated fashion around an office sweeping the contents on desks and off shelves onto the floor.) Mr Parker: His body survived the blast. I’m not so sure about his mind. DSA (In a final fit of rage and frustration Jarod yells and then pulls the surveillance camera from the wall. The picture turns to static.) Jarod: Arghh! Pleasant Woods Psychiatric Institute (An orderly is dragging Jarod, who is bound in a straight jacket along a corridor. He has Jarod by the shoulder and the strap of the jacket and Jarod is fighting him furiously while yelling.) Jarod: Three claw toed foot. Orderly 1: Help! (Another orderly appears to give the first one a hand). Jarod: Three toed, clawed foot? Orderly 1: Hold him. Come on! (The two orderlies finally manage to drag Jarod into a cell and place him on a chair. Jarod is still singing his nursery rhyme at the top of his lungs.) Orderly 2: Who the hell was that guy? Orderly 1: I don’t think he knows. Let’s go. (Jarod gets off the chair and stumbles over to the now firmly closed door. He peers out through the reinforced glass window in the door. His eyes are wide and show confusion and hurt.) Jarod: Where’s my mum & dad? (Yelling now.) Where’s my mum and dad? OPENING CREDITS The Centre (Miss Parker is arriving for the day, briefcase in hand. She steps out of the elevator and is pursued by Broots. Broots shows some damage from the bomb blast, his left arm in a sling and some gashes above his right.) Broots: Did you hear about the body? Parker: Was it Sydney? (She stops walking and faces him.) Broots: No! Thank God, no. (Miss Parker starts walking again.) It was that bleached out sweeper, that guy, Gar. Parker Ooh, there’s one less vacancy in hell. Broots: Oh man. It’s all too weird. Parker: Tell me about it. (Mr Raines, now in a wheel chair, is assisted down a step by Sam. Willie hands him a file and they depart.) I haven’t seen that ghoul in a long week. Broots: Nobody has. I hear that’s he’s practically living over in Renewal Wing. Parker: Renewal Wing. That’s for head cases and invalids. Broots: Well he is sort of both. What, do you think he’s up to something? Parker: He’s always up to something. Sydney blew up his old playground. I’m going to see if he’s found a new one. Broots: What, in Renewal Wing? Have you gone crazy? Parker: Everyone has. Pleasant Woods Psychiatric Institute (Jarod is led into an office and placed in a chair facing a desk by the two orderlies. There are two people present, both doctors. They are standing away from the desk. Jarod is still singing his nursery rhyme, wearing his straight jacket and is still obviously disturbed. His eyes never stay still. One of the orderly pats him none too gently on the shoulder as he walks past him to talk to the doctors. The other orderly sits on the corner of the desk near him.) Jarod: Three clawed toes foot, three toes claw foot. Orderly 1: (Talking to the two doctors.) Wagon from County brought him in. John Doe. No ID. They found him lassoing Harley's over at the dairy queen. Kept insisting he’s a rodeo clown. Dr Goetz: Hardly a reason for a straight jacket. Orderly 1: Hey! You’re the shrinks. All I know is that it took six troopers to subdue him. Dr Blythe: Thanks Jimbo. We’ll manage from here. Orderly 1: Aright then. (The two orderlies leave.) Dr Blythe: Well he definitely seems troubled. So let’s give him a comprehensive evaluation and determine the level of security required. (They walk over to where Jarod is sitting, still singing his nursery rhyme while looking out the window.) Dr Goetz: Hi there. I’m Dr Goetz. This is Dr Blythe. We’re both here to help you. (Dr Goetz is a young female, who looks immanently respectful and ‘doctor-like’. Dr Blythe, a little older is wearing a suit but still tends to look scruffy.) Jarod: (Jarod stops singing and looks at Dr Goetz.) Where are my mum and dad? Dr Blythe: Why don’t we start with a name? Jarod: Jarod. (Sullenly) Dr Goetz: What’s your last name? Jarod: (Confused.) I don’t know. It changes every week. The Centre Renewal Wing (Miss Parker moves quickly and quietly through the corridors looking through windows in doors. Through one window she sees a man sitting on a bed eating a bowl of jello through a straw.) Parker: Oh my God! (She hears someone approaching. She ducks into a room closing the door behind her. She looks out through the window to see Mr Raines in his wheelchair being pushed by Willie. Sam comes around the corner towards him.) Mr Raines: Come with me. (The three of them depart from view. Miss Parker heaves a sigh of relief.) Sydney: Who’s there? Parker: (Miss Parker turns towards the voice. Sydney is sitting in semi-darkness, very upright, on the edge of a very hard-looking bed. He is unshaven and looks very dishevelled.) My God! Sydney! Sydney: Miss Parker. Parker: I thought you were . . . Sydney: Dead. Give them time. Parker: (Miss Parker sits down beside him.) What the hell have they been doing to you down here? Sydney: (They both pause and listen as the faraway scream of a tormented female echoes through the corridors.) I believe the term is re-education. But I would plant the bomb again to save that child. Parker: Sydney. (Miss Parker is genuinely concerned and hurt.) There is nothing I can do to save you from this. Sydney: I’m not interested in saving myself. Jarod? Was he able to make it out safely? Parker: In body, yes. (She pulls over a chair, places the DSA reader on it, opens the case and inserts the DSA of Jarod’s actions at the Centre records lab.) Jarod flipped out. Pulled a psycho Martha Stewart at a Centre Records Lab. Sydney: (Sydney does not turn to look at the screen. He sits very still staring straight ahead.) That’s what I’ve been afraid of all this time. That one day the pressure of living in the outside world and the truth about his past would come crashing down upon him. Parker: I need your help. I need to bring him in and I need to know what I am up against. DSA (Jarod's final assault on the surveillance camera is seen again.) Sydney: The anguish of his cry comes from deep within. Parker: (Realisation finally dawns and Miss Parker passes her hand slowly in front of Sydney’s staring eyes.) Oh Sydney. You can’t see. Sydney: Call it poetic justice. (Sydney stands up. Parker looks on in genuine concern.) Parker There must be something . . . Sydney: Bring me anything Jarod left behind before he did this. (Sydney stands and spreads his arms wide, reaching for the imaginary walls that are his prison.) They will never let me out of here. And there’s little time. This may be my last chance to help Jarod . . . (He turns to Miss Parker.) or you. Pleasant Woods Psychiatric Institute (Dr Goetz is sitting behind her desk with a pen and notebook in hand. Jarod sits across the desk from her. On the desk is a lit candle. Jarod stares into its flame as he responds to Dr Goetz’s prompting.) Dr Goetz: Why don’t you tell me who you are and where you came from? Jarod: You wouldn’t believe me. Dr Goetz: Try me. Jarod: I was stolen from my parents as a child and I was raised by a place called the Centre. Think hell, (He turns his head and briefly looks out the window.) with nicer furniture. Dr Goetz: Where exactly is this Centre? Jarod: It’s everywhere. (Jarod notices a drawing pad on Dr Goetz’s desk.) Can I draw a picture? I like to draw. Dr Goetz: Maybe later. (Dr Goetz stands and picks up the drawing pad. She walks around the desk to stand beside Jarod.) Why don’t you tell me a little bit about this Centre? Jarod: No windows. No doors. No light. No Hope. They take all that away. (He stares into the flame of the candle.) Dr Goetz: They? Jarod: The ones that decided. What I ate, when I slept, who I saw. When I talked. They decided everything I did. Dr Goetz: How did they do this to you? Jarod: They had eyes in every ceiling, every wall. They never blinked. They were always on me, (In a sing-song voice) every minute every hour every day of my life. Dr Goetz: Why’d they do this to you? (She returns to her seat behind her desk.) Jarod: To control me. I’m a pretender. I can become anyone I want to be. (He seems to be quite proud of this and looks at the doctor, almost as if to elicit a challenge from her. However, his confidence does not last long.) Except I don’t know who I am. I’ve been a shrink before. It’s really very over-rated. (He is mocking her. She seems to take it very well.) You don’t believe me? Dr Goetz: Only you know the truth. Jarod: The truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help me God. I was a lawyer once too. (He looks at her.) Centre Records Office. York, Pennsylvania (There are a number of people moving around the office from the surveillance record picking up and returning items to their correct place. Miss Parker is interrogating one of the workers.) Staffer: I would never have pegged him as a fake. This Jarod you are looking for was a janitor here. A damn good one. Very convincing. Parker: Always is. I don’t suppose you put together any kind of missing inventory list? Staffer: We’re just a record office really and none of the physical archives are missing. Parker: And has any of the data compromised? Broots: (Broots has accessed the computer records in the next room.) Miss Parker. I’ve found it. (Miss Parker and Broots look at the staffer who has followed Miss Parker. He turns and walks away.) Jarod . . . Jarod tapped into the 2 ban six file. Parker: Major Charles. He was looking for his father in Centre records. Broots: Catherine Parker. He was looking for a connection between his father and your mother. Staffer: (The man returns carrying a cardboard box. He places it on the desk beside Miss Parker and Broots. Miss Parker opens it and they both dip into its contents.) This is everything he had in his locker. Hope it helps. Broots: (Broots pulls out a large clear plastic bag that contains several bottles of prescription drugs.) Oh my. Heavy duty drug store. Parker: Yeah! (Miss Parker pulls out one of the hardbound books.) And the library for the shattered mind. Broots: Do you think whatever Jarod found out about his father and your mother caused this? (Miss Parker flips through the pages of some of the books. In one of them she finds a notebook. There is a flashback to her mother’s lifeless body as she last saw it in the elevator at the Centre. She takes it out and starts flipping through it. It is a flick book that depicts the murder of Catherine Parker.) PWPI Dr Goetz’s Office (Jarod continues his litany of woe.) Jarod: Miss Parker’s mother was murdered by the Centre. And her father, Mr Duplicity himself, he runs the place. Then there’s Mr Raines the Centre’s answer to Dr Mingela, an emphysema- ridden corpse who drags around his breath of life in a tank. Dr Goetz: Is there anyone else you want to tell me about? Jarod: The thumbless man. Mr Lyle. He killed my brother. He killed me once too. (Dr Goetz, and Dr Blythe, who has been standing out of sight near the door, exchange glances.) And of course, Sydney. Dr Goetz: Who’s Sydney? (She picks up her notebook again to take notes.) Jarod: Pavlov to my dog, provider, protector, patriarch. He created me. You see I’m extremely valuable to The Centre. And while I search for who I am, they search for me. (He leans forward and blows out the candle.) (Jarod is escorted to a cell by the orderly. This is a different room to the one in which he was first placed. This room has walls padded in white material, a single bed and chair. The door is closed and Jarod peers out until the orderly closes the sliding door over the observation window. Jarod leans against the door, not moving.) Dr Goetz: He certainly believes it. Dr Blythe: That’s what scares me. I say keep him restrained and place him in the maximum security section. Dr Goetz: Look there’s a tormented little boy inside there. But I don’t think he’s dangerous. Dr Blythe: Karla! It took six policemen to subdue him last night. Let’s not take any chances. Dr Goetz: I want to work with him. Dr Blythe: You won’t have time. With his paranoid delusions and multiple personalities I doubt he’s ever going to leave this place. Renewal Wing The Centre (Broots, Miss Parker and Sydney are going through the contents of Jarod’s locker from the Centre records lab.) Sydney: Neuro inhibitors, anti-depressants, anti-psychotics. Parker: Self medicating. Sydney: Not like Jarod. Parker: Well the man who destroyed that room is not like Jarod. Sydney: No. Broots: (Broots starts taking out the books.) “Shedding Light on the Schizophrenic Mind.” “Dementia, The Phantom Within”, “Dementia Pratox”. (He holds one of the titles up in front of Sydney and then realises his error. Sydney can’t see it.) They’re all books on the troubled mind. Sydney: If we had only gotten to him sooner. Parker: I wish things were different too Sydney. But all the pieces to this crazy jigsaw fit. Sydney: Hm. Broots: (Broots has lifted out one last title, “Houdini, The Man and His Escapes.”) Not this one. Pleasant Woods Psychiatric Institute (Jarod has removed his straight jacket, seen in a bundle on the floor, and he is scaling the padding of the walls, opening an air vent above the level of the padding and climbing through. He moves through the air vent using a small flash light to guide his path. He opens another grill and jumps down into another room. There is a woman asleep on the bed. She wakes with a start when Jarod crouches beside her bed and touches her gently on the shoulder.) Jarod: It’s okay. My name is Jarod. I’m sorry it took me so long to get here. The Centre Miss Parker’s Office Flashback Parker: I have a brother out there? Jarod: I’ve narrowed your brother’s identity down to these two files. One of these files belongs to him. And the other to a boy named Bobby. But you know him better as Mr Lyle. Parker: I need a drink. A big one. (Miss Parker looks at the photos on her desk. One is an old photo of her mother holding her when she was a baby. There is a much later one of her and her father.) Flashback –Centre Infirmary (Miss Parker is leaning over Mr Fenigor who is hooked up to life support equipment. He is weak and appears to be gravely ill.) Parker: Who killed my mother? Fenigor: Jarod’s father. Sim Lab (Miss Parker is rested her chin on her folded arms.) Angelo: Miss Parker confused. Scared. (She turns her head towards Angelo.) Parker: Are you my brother? Angelo: (He touches her gently on the arm.) Hope. Parker: Maybe I’m the crazy one. Broots: Miss Parker! Miss Parker! Miss Parker! (Broots runs down the stairs. He is very short of breath and appears very upset.) Parker: You’re starting to sound like Dr Fester. Broots: I’m sorry but I’ve been trying to find you all over this place. Parker: Why? Broots: He’s here. Parker: Who’s here? Broots: Him. Parker: Him? Mr Lyle: (Mr Lyle appears at the top of the stairs.) I believe that him, is me. Parker: Mr Lyle. What the hell are you doing here Lyle? Mr Lyle: I’m here to help you catch Jarod. (He looks around the Sim Lab.) It’s good to be home again. PWPI Jarod: She looks very sad. Jimbo: Mary? (Jimbo has swung Jarod around so that he is facing the window which looks out onto the grounds. While Jarod takes in the scene of Mary taking her medication, Jimbo undoes the buckle at the back of the straight jacket and pulls the jacket down and off.) Yeah. She wasn’t so bad when she first came in here for nervous exhaustion. But one night about two years ago she broke out, tried to off herself. She’s gotten worse ever since. She should’ve listened to her doctors. You should too. (Jimbo leaves with the straight jacket, locking the door after him. Jarod starts searching the office. He comes across a filing cabinet drawer. He selects a file that contains information and newspaper articles about Erica and Mary’s escape. “Two Patients Escape Sanatorium”, “Erica Michaels Still Missing” “Sanatorium Staff Rescue Patient.” Outside Jimbo tells Dr Goetz that he has left Jarod in her office. Jimbo and Blythe are photographed as Mary’s rescuers. Jarod photocopies one of the articles. He hears someone at the door. When Dr Goetz enters he is sitting in front of her desk.) Jarod: Thank you for releasing me from my shackles. Dr Goetz: You’re welcome. (She passes him a sketch book.) This is for you. For your drawings. (She picks up a lighter and lights the candle.) You know, you told me an awful lot about where you came from and all the people that were there. But the one thing you haven’t told me about is Jarod. Jarod: That’s because I don’t know who I am. (Jarod refuses to look her in the eye.) Mary’s Room Jarod: Mary. Do you know who this is? (Jarod holds up the photocopy of the newspaper article, showing her the picture of Erica Michaels.) Mary: Erica. Jarod: Yes. Mary: She had a pretty bracelet. Jarod: You ran away with Erica that night. Mary: Through the woods. (Flashback – Erica and Mary running hand in hand through the woods.) Run. Erica we have to get away. Jarod: Erica ran through the woods but she got away? Mary: Erica’s gone. (Flashback to Mary standing on the edge of a lake. Looking around her. She is terrified.) Jarod: Where is she? Mary: Erica’s wet but the water’s so cold. (Flashback to Mary by the lake again. This time there is a large ripple in the water behind her.) Jarod: Erica’s in the water? Mary: (Flashback – Mary dives into the water.) Can’t find her. I’m so near her. I’ve got her. (Mary starts to cry and Jarod hugs her to him in an attempt to comfort her.) Jarod: Mary. Mary. Mary. Mary, Mary. I want you to listen to me. Listen to me. Listen to me. (Jarod holds her face between his hands making her look at him.) I want you to stop taking the medication. It’s been making your mind sick when it’s really not. Someone has been trying to make you forget. It’s very, very important for you remember. (He hugs her to him and hugs her, gently rocking her as she continues to sob.) The Centre (Miss Parker is sitting at her desk. Lyle is pacing up and down. He turns suddenly and bangs his hands down on the desk. The left one is bandaged.) Mr Lyle: Clearly Jarod’s crazy. In my opinion it’s the only explanation for his carelessness. The question is why. Why is Jarod gone off the deep end and how did he manage to get. . . Parker: Stop. Just the how in the hell did you get back in here? Mr Lyle: I believe the Triumvirate as well as your father see me as a man who is willing to literally sacrifice his own flesh and blood for what he believes in. Parker: As opposed to kidnapping, embezzling, murderer? (She stands up and folds her arms.) Mr Lyle: It’s all perspective. (He removes the bandage from his left hand.) Some see a missing thumb, others four perfectly good fingers. I’m having a hell of a time getting this thing to heal over. (He rubs the hand, massaging the fingers.) But like you said. Sacrifice. You know they actually offered to transplant my big toe to re-create a new thumb. Parker: Nobody recreates quite like you do Bobby. Mr Lyle: Tell me Parker. Exactly what are you willing to sacrifice? Parker: Well my mother sacrificed more than her thumb. And I am willing to give just as much as she did. (She hands him the photo of her mother holding her as a baby. Lyle cuts his thumb on the sharp edge. He sucks the blood. Miss Parker hands him a tissue which he uses to soak up the blood.) Sorry. It would be a shame to lose both of those. (Lyle hands her back the tissue. She takes it delicately between forefinger and thumb with a look of distaste. After he has left Miss Parker takes out a plastic bag and carefully stores the tissue inside.) In the Woods (Jarod is running through the woods, all in black, with a flash light guiding his steps. Mist is rising from the ground and the water. He stops and leans on a tree by the edge of the lake.) Jarod: Why did Mary jump in the water? She didn’t jump to kill herself. She jumped because Erica was in the water. (Jarod dives into the water after placing his flashlight in a plastic bag. He discovers a submerged vehicle. He examines the number plate, a Maryland registration ZPY 959 and then scrubs some grime from the front window. He is startled by a skeleton that is sitting on the front seat. There is a bracelet on its wrist – Erica. He surfaces, the flashlight illuminating the determination on his face.) The Centre Renewal Wing (Mr Raines is wheeled into Sydney’s room, a sweeper forcefully pulling a plastic curtain aside.) Raines: If I were you Sydney. I would eat. I question how many more opportunities you will have to do so. (Sydney tips the tray of food up and onto the floor where the metal tray makes a loud noise. He has kept hold of the apple. Raines raises his eyes and is wheeled from Sydney’s room. Sydney takes a bite of the apple. However, some one has stayed behind. Sydney hears the footsteps approaching.) Sydney: What more Raines? Who’s there? Mr Lyle: A friend. The Centre Miss Parker’s Office Angelo: (Miss Parker removes a needle from Angelo’s arm.) Ow! Parker: Sorry. Florence Nightingale I am not. (She places a tissue on the wound and folds Angelo’s arm upwards to hold it in place.) Angelo: Truth. (Miss Parker hands him the vial containing his blood.) Yes Angelo I am searching for the truth. (She wraps a rubber tube around her arm. Preparing to draw blood from herself.) Broots: Oh. Oh. I’m not very good with blood, Miss Parker. Parker: What did you find out? Who brought Mr Lyle back? Broots: (Nervously.) Actually it was your father. Parker: My father wanted Mr Lyle back? (This was not the answer she was expecting.) Broots: From what I can find out he pulled strings from Europe to Asia to get him re-instated. What in the hell are you doing with this? Parker: Broots, I want you to DNA fingerprint these samples. (She gathers up the blood samples and the plastic bag containing the tissue smeared with Lyle’s blood.) Broots: Okay. Parker: It’s time I shook the family tree and sees who falls out. PWPI Jimbo: (Jimbo ushers Jarod into Dr Goetz office.) Stay put and stay out of trouble. Jarod: (Jarod gives Jimbo a big hug.) Thank you for caring. (In his best child-like voice.) Jimbo: Give it! (Jarod holds out the keys which he has lifted from Jimbo’s belt.) Jarod: (In his normal voice.) Kleptomania is a hard habit to break. Jimbo: Hm hmmm. Fingers aren’t. (Jimbo leaves. Jarod holds up Jimbo’s cellular phone which he lifted from the other side of the man’s belt.) (Jarod accesses the Maryland DMV via the computer on Dr Goetz’s desk and discovers that the car belongs to Dr Blythe. He looks at the window to see Dr Blythe. He hears a noise at the door. He clears the screen. When Dr Goetz enters he is sitting on the other side of the desk drawing.) In the Grounds of PWPI (Jarod and Dr Goetz are walking along a path with Jimbo walking closely behind them. Jarod is still sketching.) Dr Goetz: You’re hiding something. Jarod: Why do you say that? Dr Goetz: You’re a textbook case Jarod. You did just the right things to get yourself in here. Not too much. Not too little. You didn’t hurt yourself or anyone else doing it. The question is why you want to be here. Jarod: You’re the shrink. (They stop walking.) Dr Goetz: Well it’s not uncommon for released prison inmates to commit offences to return to them to the security of an institutionalised environment. The Centre sounds like such an institution. I just don’t think you want to go back there. Jarod: No. (Jarod takes a couple of steps forward.) Dr Goetz: Which brings us back to why you’re really here. (Jarod looks over to Mary who is sitting in the garden. She seems to be less zombie like than previously.) Jarod: To heal. The Centre Parker: (She has just left her office and is walking across the main Concourse when her cellular beeps. She answers it.) What? Jarod: Did Sydney get his eyes back yet? Parker: How the hell do you know about that? (She looks around to see if anyone can overhear her conversation.) Jarod: Calm down Miss Parker. Stress left unchecked creates madness. (Jarod, too, is checking his immediate environment, not wanting to be caught talking on the cellular.) Parker: Well then Hitler should have taken up yoga. How did you get out after the blast? Jarod: Now, if I told you that it wouldn’t be any fun. How did Daddy make out? Parker: Better than your’s will when I find him. Jarod: Misplaced aggression causes madness too. Parker: You cause madness Jarod. Or should I call you Freud or Houdini this week? Jarod: Well that’s what makes me mad Miss Parker. I don’t know who I am. Of course you have the same reason for sleepless nights. How does it feel trying to define the branches of your family tree? Parker: The identity of my brother is my problem. Jarod: It’s both our problems. Of course the Parker family picnic will never be the same. (He disconnects. So does Miss Parker while pondering the latest contact from Jarod.) Sim Lab (Miss Parker comes down to the Sim Lab and is surprised to discover that someone has been working there.) Sydney: I’d know that Chanel anywhere. (She spins to see Sydney, coming down the stairs, a white cane helping him to find his way.) Parker: Sydney. What are you doing here? Mr Lyle: We’re working. Together. As a team. Parker: (Sydney sits down at the desk where he has been working.) Wopty doo. Just one big happy family hey Syd? I’m sorry I must still have some ringing in my ears form that bomb blast. You remember the blast don’t you Syd? Mr Lyle: Interesting about that. Upon further review they realised you had reached the wrong conclusion. (He pats Sydney on the shoulder in a patriarchal manner.) Sydney wouldn’t have planted that bomb. It was Gar. Parker: Gar? Gar couldn’t light a stick of dynamite if he had a road map to the fuse. And why would he? Mr Lyle: The truth, unfortunately goes to the grave with him. Parker: Tragedy. But a fortunate one for you Syd, that the Ken doll here corrected overnight the mistakes that my report took a week to find. Mr Lyle: No the fortunate thing is that the powers that be agree with my findings. Parker: Would that be the powers in Asia or Europe? Mr Lyle: The ones that count. Parker: Gee Syd. I know you’re blind. I just didn’t realise that deaf and dumb came with the package. (She leans down to whisper the last part of the statement in his ear.) Sydney: You don’t understand Parker. Parker: It’s crystal clear. You sold your soul to save your ass. I just hope you don’t get burned by the guy with the horns and the little red pitch-fork. (Lyle is amused by her analogy. Miss Parker turns to leave.) Mr Lyle: You know I believe that you are confusing intelligence with guile. Sydney: We do have work to do. Mr Lyle: Yes. We, is the operative word. (He pulls up a chair beside Sydney.) Are you in on this pursuit or not? Parker: (She reluctantly offers the information.) Jarod contacted me earlier. He sounded different, disturbed. I came here to research Centre records of his psyche profile. To try and understand his behaviour. Mr Lyle: Great minds. Sydney and I were just exploring Jarod’s dive off the deep end as well. Parker: Do you think he’s really gone crazy? Sydney: Maybe he’s pretending to have lost his faculties so as not to stand out from others who have lost theirs. Mr Lyle: Like in an asylum. Parker: Well he would certainly fit in around here. PWPI Mary’s Room Mary: (Jarod is standing by the window watching Mary who is removing capsules from within her pillow case and placing them on her bed side table.) I’ve stopped taking them like you said. Jarod: Good girl. Mary I’ve found the car in the water. I found Erica. Mary: (She starts to cry.) Jarod: (Jarod pulls up a chair in front of Mary who is sitting cross legged on the bed.) Mary, do you think you could tell me about the night when you tried to escape? Mary: Oh ah, I see things, in my head. I’m not sure what to believe. Jarod: Trust yourself. (Jarod gently touches her on the knee.) Dr Blythe doesn’t have control of your mind any more. Mary: Erica and I had become friends here. She was kind and funny. After a while I could tell there was something bothering her. And then she told me. Jarod: What did she tell you? Mary: That she was going to have a baby. (Jarod is surprised by this revelation.) Dr Blythe gave her the baby. He took advantage of her during her therapy sessions. Dr Blythe wanted the baby to go away but she was scared. Confused. So I decided to help her escape. Jarod: So you ran away through the woods but something stopped you. (Flashback – Mary and Erica are running through the woods. They stop by a tree and watch as a pair of headlights belonging to a Mercedes that is driving towards the lake.) Mary: Headlights. Doctor Blythe. He called out to her. He said he wanted to talk to her about keeping the baby. (Flashback. Mary tries to hold Erica back but Erica pulls away from her.) I told her not to believe him. Jarod: She went to talk to him anyway. Mary: There was no talk. (Flashback. Blythe hits Erica three times across the face with the flashlight.) It all happened so fast. He hit her so hard she stopped moving. I could see he was panicked. (Flashback. Blythe picks up Erica and places her in the front of the car.) I was frozen with fear. (Flashback. He pushes the car and it hits the water and sinks.) I didn’t know what to do. Erica was in the water. Jarod: You tried to save Erica but Dr Blythe saw you. (Flashback. Mary jumps into the water. Blythe turns when he hears the splash.) You surprised him because he thought that Erica had tried to run away by herself. (Flashback. Blythe dives into the lake after Mary.) Mary: He held me under the water until the car came. (Flashback. Dr Blythe is struggling with Mary pushing her head under the water.) Jarod: The car? (Flashback. A car approaches a bright spotlight being shone out the window. PWPI is written on its door. It stops.) Mary: The orderly. (Flashback. Jimbo gets out of the car with the spotlight, and calls out to Dr Blythe who is struggling with Mary in the water.) Jarod: Jimbo? So now he had a witness. He couldn’t kill you so he dragged you out of the water and then he concocted this story about two escaped patients one who got away and the other who was suicidal and incoherent. Mary: (She nods.) I’m not crazy. Jarod: No Mary. You’re not crazy. Dr Blythe gave you this medication so you would think that you were crazy so that you couldn't tell your story. But it’s time that someone told the truth, for Erica, and for you. Dr Blythe’s Bedroom (Dr Blythe is woken by the ringing of the phone. He raises himself onto one elbow turns on a lamp and answers the phone. Jarod: Dr Blythe? (Jarod is sitting in the fork of a tree by the lake. In the background a big spot light illuminates the area.) Blythe: Yes? Jarod: This is Trooper Raines, Maryland state police. Sorry to get you up so early. Blythe: I’m a busy man. I get up early every day. How can I help you? Jarod: It’s not what you can do for me it’s more what I can do for you. Good news. We found your car. Blythe: My car? Jarod: 1994 Mercedes. ZYP 959. (Jarod is swinging the number plate around.) A couple of fishermen found it submerged out at Wilson Lake. Dr Blythe: Did they find anything, in the car? Jarod: Well it’s still too dark to be sure of anything except that it is indeed your car. It’s funny though. Dr Blythe: Funny? Jarod: It looks like it’s been down there a couple of years but you’ve never missed a registration payment and never reported it missing. I guess you must really be a busy man. (Jarod disconnects before Dr Blythe has a chance to respond. The Centre Sim Lab (Broots is sitting at his computer with Sydney on one side and Miss Parker on the other.) Broots: In all the psychiatric institutes in North America 20 have John Does admitted in the last few days. (The door to the Sim Lab slides open.) Mr Lyle: Found anything yet? Broots: Well we’re getting close. We’re down to the last ten here. Parker: Pleasant Woods Psychiatric Institute. Towsan, Maryland. Mr Lyle: It all seems way too easy. Parker: Believe me cuckoo boy is there. Mr Lyle: But why would he leave us a trail that would lead straight to him? Sydney: It’s simple. It’s Jarod’s way of telling us that he is still in control. Parker: Bus is leaving. Save you a seat? Wilson Lake (Dr Blythe arrives on the scene, spots his car, which has been dragged from the water by a tow truck. He looks around, and once assured that no one is around to witness his actions, runs over to the vehicle. He peers through the front window but is perturbed to find the front seat empty.) Jarod: Erica’s not in there. I gave her the dignity that you wouldn’t. (Jarod is leaning against a tree.) Blythe: What are you doing out of the asylum? Jarod: Repaying a debt. For two women. One whose life you stole and the other whose mind you nearly destroyed. Blythe: You’re mad. Jarod: Well it’s a mad, mad world. But don’t worry you’re not going to be in it much longer. Blythe: You’re no patient. (He tries to walk away but Jarod moves swiftly, gets him in a headlock, drags him back to the car and places his on the front seat. He closes the door, sealing the doctor inside.) Jarod: And you are no doctor. Just another coward running from the truth. Blythe: No! Let go of me. Let me out of here. (He tugs at the door handle but to no avail. It has been disabled. Jarod: (Jarod bends down and peers at the doctor through the window.) I thought maybe you would like to go for a little ride in your car. Blythe: Please? Jarod: Erica didn’t have the opportunity to plead for her life. Or Mary, when you started to feed her hallucinogens to make her think she was crazy. Blythe: You don’t understand. I didn’t have any choice. Please let me out of here. Jarod: Hmm. No! (He walks back to the tow truck and disengages the break that is holding the car in position. The car starts to roll back into the water.) Three victims. Three ruined lives. One who died, one who has to live with that memory. And an unborn baby who never got a chance. I wouldn’t want to have all that on my mind when I met my maker. I’d feel like . . . you do now right now. (Dr Blythe is frantic as the water starts to come into the car. He is yelling and banging on all available surfaces of the vehicle.) Rupert County Psychiatric Facility (Doctor Blythe, unconscious and still damp, is strapped into a straight jacket and propped up in a wheel chair. He is being pushed by an orderly and accompanied by a doctor. Jarod walks along behind, now dressed as a doctor, white shirt and tie with wire-rimmed glasses, hands behind his back.) Doctor: You know he’s lucky that you came along when you did, Dr Ratchet or he would have drowned himself sure enough. But we’ll take care of him. Blythe: (Dr Blythe wakes up with a start.) No! Jarod: He’s suffering from classic paranoid schizophrenia, delusional behaviour and total self-destructive tendencies. I’m ordering full time restraints and complete isolation. Blythe: You got to No. He tried to kill me. (The orderly and the doctor help him out of the wheel chair and the orderly leads him into a padded cell closing the door. Dr Blythe looks out through the observation glass.) Doctor: Sure he did. Don’t worry we’ll make sure that he doesn’t hurt himself. Blythe: He’s not a doctor. He’s a mental patient. I’m the doctor. Jarod: (Jarod peers at the distressed doctor through the observation window.) We’ll be back to do an evaluation in 72 hours Blythe: Don’t believe him. I’m the doctor. I am not crazy. I am not crazy! (He bangs his head against the glass in frustration.) PWPI (Dr Goetz is leading the way down a corridor, Miss Parker and Mr Lyle following with Jimbo bringing up the rear.) Dr Goetz: Doctor. Tell me again, where did you say you practiced? Parker: Our primary clinic is in Delaware where Jarod is maintained. Dr Goetz: Here we are. (They stop outside of Jarod’s cell and Jimbo unlocks the door. Miss Parker marches into the room first to find it empty.) Parker: And there he went. (She turns and leaves and Mr Lyle follows her. Dr Goetz looks around in puzzlement.) Dr Goetz: Jimbo notify the gate we have a possible escapee. (Dr Goetz notices the corner of Jarod’s drawing pad protruding from under the pillow. She opens it to find an envelope with her name on it and a drawing of a building that Jarod has labelled “The Centre”. On the next page is a pencil sketch of Miss Parker and the thumbless man, Mr Lyle. Dr Goetz looks up to the door through which Parker and Lyle have taken their leave.) (Outside, Mary is examining the newspaper article of Dr Blythe’s misdeeds. “Psychiatrist Charged of Murder of Patient”. Dr Goetz approaches her and looks at the article over her shoulder.) Dr Goetz: Your family’s very excited about you coming home Mary. You’re going to be okay. Mary: I know I am. Dr Goetz: Come on. The Centre Miss Parker’s Office (Miss Parker is standing behind her desk looking sightlessly out the window. She turns when the door opens and Broots enters. He is carrying a file folder.) Parker: I’m the one who missed boy wonder again. Why are you the one who looks like you swallowed a razor? Broots: I might feel better if I had. The genetic blood test results on your brother. Parker: Conclusive? Broots: Oh yeah! Parker: Tell me it’s Angelo. Broots: I wish I could. (He places the folder on her desk and a photo of Mr Lyle protrudes from the folder.) The Centre Mr Parker’s Office (Miss Parker enters and puts the file that Broots had given her re her brother in front of her father. He opens the file and looks up. From his reaction it is evident that he already knew that Lyle is his son. Mr Lyle opens the door and Miss Parker and he exchange a look that is far from loving.) The Centre Sydney’s Office Sydney: This is Sydney. Jarod: How’s your sight? (Jarod is walking down a dirt road, carrying his bag over his shoulder.) Sydney: My sight is gone Jarod but my vision is in some ways clearer than ever. Jarod: I see you have found a way to survive, again. Sydney: As have you. Jarod: It’s a crazy world. Sydney: You’re not. You’re just lost Jarod. Jarod: For now. But somewhere out there I will find my way. Find out who I am. (He disconnects.) Sydney: Maybe I will too. (Sydney returns to the papers on his desk. They are written in Braille.) (A car approaches from behind Jarod and he sticks out his thumb. The driver slows.) Driver: Hope in. Jarod: Thanks. (Jarod throws his bag in the back of the truck and gets in beside the driver.) CLOSING CREDITS