SEASON THREE EPISODE 7 “Homefront” Writer: Guy Zimmerman Director: Michael Zinberg Jarod’s Lair (Jarod, sitting at his laptop, is viewing the account information for The Centre at the Dover Town Bank. He selects an account and, while waiting for his request to be processed, he picks up a model of an aircraft that is perched on its own stand.) Flashback (Young Jarod is standing in a corridor of The Centre. He is smartly dressed in a suit with collared shirt and tie, much more formal than his usual loose fitting attire.) Young Jarod: Hi Mum. Hi Dad. I’m so happy to see you again. Hello mother. Father. It’s very good to see again. (He turns to Sydney who has been standing to one side watching his young prodigy’s rehearsal.) Sydney, I can’t decide what to say and this tie isn’t working. Sydney: Jarod, just try and relax. (Sydney crouches in front of him and attempts to fix young Jarod’s tie.) Young Jarod: Just please tell me what to say. Sydney: Trust your feelings and you’ll be fine. (The beeping of the laptop brings Jarod out of his reverie. He looks at the screen which reads ‘$58,990,620.00 will be transferred to your account. Confirmed?’ before pressing the Enter key.) The Centre The Main Concourse (Miss Parker and Mr Lyle step out of the elevator and walk in the direction of Miss Parker’s office.) Mr Lyle: So how much did the little thief get? Parker: Sixty million, give or take. Considering what was sitting in the account Jarod could have hit us worse. Mr Lyle: You know murder happens, extortion is sometimes necessary, but theft, simply taking for the taking has always escaped me as an admiral criminal pursuit. Parker: A little bitter about your car being stolen? (They enter her office.) Mr Lyle: Ten miles on the odometer. Three hours filling out police reports, five pages of insurance company fine print . . . Parker: (She moves to her desk.) I know it’s a little late to stop the happy fellows at the chop shop this time but I saw this and I immediately thought of you. Consider it as a little bit of preventative medicine. (She walks back to him and hands him a steering wheel locking device, offering him her most winning smile.) Mr Lyle: Actually with the two thousand dollar alarm system that the dealer all but threw in I still hope to get my car back in one piece. At Night Outdoors (An infra-red dot from a laser sight takes a bead on a number plate, LYLE-1. Jarod and another man are standing in a clearing, the car at some distance in front of them. The other man is holding a rocket launcher.) Jarod: Now there’s a good target. (Jarod lights a cigar.) Once you’ve tried one of these puppies you’ll never go back. (The man firs the weapon and the car erupts in an explosion of flame, smoke and flying car parts. The number plate, buckled and still burning lands on the ground in front of them. Jarod walks to it and picks it up, and using one of the flames, re- lights his cigar.) Blake: It takes a lot of jackets to supply the kind of order I'm talking about. Who’s funding you? Jarod: Some people I used to work for. Blake: I’m talking about sixty SAMs. Jarod: If they can afford em I can find em. Blake: You get them to my place in Venezuela we’re in business. Jarod: There’s no business like the arms business. OPENING CREDITS The Centre Sim Lab (Sydney is sitting beside Broots who is sitting in front of his computer terminal. Mr Lyle is pacing behind them.) Sydney: Sixty million dollars. What are you up to Jarod? Broots: Hmm. Actually it’s 58,990,620. It’s not every day we get ripped off to the exact penny. Mr Lyle: (Talking on the phone.) Once again officer it is a black 500SL convertible, licence plate Lyle-1. Well it didn’t just vanish. (Miss Parker enters. She is carrying the number plate LYLE-1 that she has removed from a post bag. She slaps it on Lyle’s chest and takes his phone as he is forced to grab at the package.) Parker: Found it, thankyou. Hmm. Have a nice day. (She drops the phone in Lyle’s shirt pocket.) Mr Lyle: Jarod. Parker: How goes the hunt Broots? Broots: Jarod’s routed the money through a maze of phoney cover accounts. Nearly a hundred of them so far but I’m still tracking them. Mr Lyle: Look I hate to bring the room down but we’ve been here before. It will take us three weeks to run Jarod’s little maze and by then he will be long gone. Parker: Not this time. Right Broots? Broots: I created a new computer-tracing program, a type of digital encryption. I mark The Centre’s funds electronically, like a bank marks cash and this program let’s me follow the money wherever it goes. I call it ‘The Hound’. Too bad it doesn’t work for cars though. Desmond Blake’s Estate Caracas, Venezuela (Jarod walks down the path from the main house and stands outside a tennis court to watch Blake hitting baseballs.) Blake: Whoa! Come on you’re making me feel like Maguire. Whoa. (The pitcher throws and Blake dispatches the ball over the wire fence enclosure of the court.) Three bagger. Come on. Put some heat on that ball. (The pitcher throws and it hits Blake on the back of the right leg. Jarod winces while trying not to smile at Blake’s discomfit. Blake walks up to the pitcher.) Pitcher: I’m sorry, Mr Blake. It slipped. Blake: Your turn. (Blake hands him the bat and takes the glove and the ball. Blake pitches the ball and there is a grunt and the rattle of a baseball bat hitting the surface of the court. Two men, Blake’s bodyguards perhaps, race to the fallen pitcher who has collapsed on the ground. Blake walks over to Jarod.) Jarod: I guess that one got away from you. Blake: It landed right where I threw it. Jarod: Hmm. Blake Compound Main House (Blake looks out a window to where the missiles are being unloaded from a truck.) Blake: The missiles. Jarod: All sixty of them. Blake: I’ll have my man cut you a cheque. Jarod: A cheque? What are you talking about? That wasn’t part of the deal. Blake: Well I guess that you should have covered that before you brought your weapons here. Come on. (Blake walks away and Jarod follows.) Jarod: Huh! You know something Mr Blake. In their current state they couldn’t take out a Tonka Truck. The guidance systems are dead and I’ve got the only brain that can program them. I guess you should have covered that before I brought them here. (Jarod, who has been talking with a smile suddenly develops a sharp edge to his tone and the smile is replace by a ‘hard’ look.) Cash. Wired to my account. Half now, half when they can fly. (A toy plane lands at their feet. A young boy and an older girl enter.) Blake: Ryan. I’m in a meeting here. Ryan: I’m sorry sir. Rebecca: Ryan was just playing, Daddy. Blake: Tuck in that shirt. Ryan: Oh. Yes sir. (He stretches his vest down to cover the offending shirt which he tucks up without much success.) Blake: Emma. (A young woman enters.) Emma: Come on kids. Your dad’s working. Let’s get ready for lunch. (She puts her arms along the children’s shoulders and ushers them down the hallway. Blake walks off in the opposite direction.) Jarod: Your children are very well behaved. Blake: How long’s it going to take to program my missiles? Jarod: I’ll need to be here for two weeks. (They enter the games room.) Blake: You’ve got seventy-two hours. Jarod: We’re talking about sixty missiles here. (Blake goes to the bar and pours himself a drink.) It would take an entire team of specialists to program those missiles in seventy-two hours. Blake: I’ll give you Logan and Dobbs. Jarod: I don’t think you understand the complexity . . . Blake: No, I understand perfectly! You’ve got seventy-two hours. You stay in the guest house. I want you here until those missiles are programmed. Jarod: Seventy-two hours then. (Jarod picks up the cue ball and pushes it along the felt causing the other balls to scatter.) Desmond Blake’s Compound Pool-side Guest House (Part of the guest house has been converted into a mini-production line. Two men are stacking the missiles on one side. Jarod is demonstrating the downloading process to Dobbs.) Jarod: Guidance telemetry. (He inserts the memory chip into the open access panel on a missile, attaches a cable from the laptop the missile and executes the commands to run the program.) It needs to be down-loaded into each missile one at a time. Which means we will be working shifts around the clock if we’re going to meet the deadline. Dobbs: Well considering Mr Blake already has buyers lined up there’s not much choice is there? Jarod: I’m going to get some air. Get started Mr Dobbs. (He picks up his jacket from the back of the chair and leaves.) Desmond Blake’s Compound Main Residence (Jarod enters the main house and works his way undetected to the utility closet that houses the electrical and security system control panels for the house. He uses a straightened paper clip to open the lock on the door of the security panel. He inspects the wiring and the Model Number of the circuit board before closing the panel door and locking it again. He makes his way outside to where the children are playing. Ryan’s plane falls at his feet and Jarod bends to pick it up.) Jarod: You know, if you centre the tail, like this, it flies a lot further. (He throws the plane and Ryan watches as it soars away.) Ryan: Thanks. Who are you? Jarod: I’m working for your dad. (Ryan runs after his plane.) (Rebecca is sitting on the ground, a notebook open in her lap.) Rebecca: Do you know if Angel is G E L or G A L? Jarod: G E L. Rebecca: Thanks. Jarod: Jarod. (He crouches down in front of her.) Rebecca: I’m Rebecca. Jarod: Hi Rebecca. Rebecca: Thanks Jarod. Jarod: (He indicates the notebook.) What are you writing? Rebecca: A letter. To my mom. I write lots of them. Jarod: Your mum’s not here? Rebecca: No. She . . . (She looks around, gets up onto her knees and shows Jarod a picture of Ryan and Rebecca standing with a young woman.) Right here. See? (Jarod takes the notebook from her and looks at the photograph.) Jarod: She’s very pretty. Rebecca: Don’t tell my dad about the picture. I’m not supposed to have it. Jarod: I promise. (He hands her back the notebook.) Ryan: Our mom’s in heaven. Rebecca: She’s an angel. Flashback Atlanta, Georgia Two Months Earlier (Jarod is sitting at a table in a garden restaurant, the remnants of a meal evident from the number of dirty dishes in front of him. The waitress comes to the table and starts to clear it.) Wendy: Thank you so much for your patience. It’s really been a mad house here today. (In another part of the restaurant a little girl calls out to her mother.) Little Girl: Mummy, mummy. Jarod: It’s okay. (The waitress turns to look at the little girl who is kissing her mother. When she swings back to the table, the waitress knocks over a glass, spilling its contents.) Wendy: Oh I’m so sorry. I swear that’s the fifth glass I’ve dumped today. Jarod: Spilling a glass of water isn’t the end of the world. Losing your children is. Wendy: What do you know about my kids? Jarod: I know that you lost them and you won’t be alive until you get them back. Wendy, my name is Jarod. (She looks around suspiciously.) I heard about you and your story. I know you don’t have much reason to trust people right now but I would like to help you get your children back. Wendy: Why would you help me? (She is close to tears.) Jarod: Let’s just say I know the feeling. Wendy: It’s been three years since . . (She stops as the tears interfere with her ability to speak. She looks around and then sits down opposite Jarod. She takes a photograph of herself and the children from her shirt pocket.) Why, I don’t even know where they are. Not long after the court granted me custody, my ex-husband stole Ryan and Rebecca. I have spent every last penny and every waking moment searching and I’m still without them. They could be anywhere in the world by now. Jarod: Leave that to me. Wendy: Desmond is a monster. When the judge granted me full custody, Desmond was furious. I saw hatred in his eyes like I’ve never seen. You’re talking about going after his number one possession. And that is exactly how he sees our children, as a possession. Jarod: He sounds like a real family man. Wendy: He wasn’t always like that. Now, he would kill to keep me away from our children. (She stands, gathers up a pile of dishes and starts to walk away.) Jarod: Wendy. (He grabs her by the wrist, halting her progress.) Let me help me you. Wendy: Who are you? Jarod: Someone who believes that children shouldn’t be stolen from a mother who loves them. Desmond Blake’s Compound The Present (Rebecca is crouched in front of a grave marker, adjusting the flowers in a vase that sits in front of it. The marker reads “In Memory of WENDY DAWSON Loving Mother and Wife”.) Rebecca: We miss our Mom. She died three years ago, in a car crash. Flashback The Centre (Young Jarod is standing in the same corridor, wearing the same suit. Mr Raines stands to one side and Sydney is still with him.) Sydney: Jarod, there’s been an accident. The plane your parents were on, it crashed. (Mr Raines turns and leaves.) There were no survivors. Desmond Blake’s Compound The Present (The woman who was with the children earlier comes from the house.) Emma: Ryan, Rebecca. In the house. Come on. In the house. (Once the children are out of earshot she turns to Jarod.) I don’t know what your business with Mr Blake is but from now on you stay away from those kids. Jarod: Those children are lucky to have someone like you watching out for them. Night (Jarod connects the link to another missile, activates the connection, looks at his watch and sits at the lap top. He rubs his eyes. Dobbs enters the room.) Dobbs: See you in sixty. (Jarod vacates the seat and Dobbs sits down and starts typing. Jarod looks at his watch and then quickly leaves.) Airport (Wendy is coming down the stairs of a light aircraft when greeted by Jarod.) Jarod: Wendy. Wendy: Oh Jarod. I got here as quickly as I could. I just ah just tell me that my children are okay. Jarod: They’re fine. (He takes her case and indicates to where the car is parked.) Wendy: Thank goodness. When I got your messages saying to come as soon as possible I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t expect to hear from you for at least a week. Jarod: I had to push the timetable up. Desmond’s only given me seventy-two hours. Wendy: Is that enough time? Jarod: It’ll have to be. Wendy: Just tell me that you are sure that Ryan and Rebecca are okay? Jarod: See for yourself. (He takes a photograph of the children kitted up in riding gear and hands it to Wendy.) I took this yesterday. Wendy: Oh! I never thought I would see them again. Jarod: You will. Hotel (Jarod and Wendy are in her hotel room. She is still fascinated by the picture of her children.) Wendy: They ride horses. Jarod: Lessons every day at five o’clock. Unfortunately Desmond is always with them, along with his armed guard. Wendy: Well, how are we going to save ‘em? Jarod: (Jarod indicates a diagram which is laid out on the table.) This is a layout of your ex-husband’s compound. (He indicates a spot on the diagram.) Ryan and Rebecca’s rooms are in the main house. I’m working on circumventing the security cameras and the alarm system so that I have free access inside the house. Once I’ve accomplished that, then we’ll make our move. (He puts another diagram on top of the original. It shows the entire compound.) You’ll be waiting in a car outside of this gate. Wendy: When? Jarod: Before my cover with Desmond is blown. Soon. Very soon. Wendy: (She is both excited and nervous.) Oh, I hope we’re doing the right thing. (She looks at the photograph again.) This . . . is hard for me to imagine being with them again. Jarod: Trust your feelings. You’ll do just fine. (Jarod turns away from her.) There’s something that you have to know. (He turns back to face her.) Desmond told your children that you died in a car crash. Wendy: (She walks to the bed and sits on the end of it.) I just, I don’t know if I’m going to make it through this. Jarod: Wendy. (He sits on the bed beside her.) You can’t fall apart on me now. It may be a shock for them at first but your children need you. They need a mother. Trust me. (He stands up.) I have to get back to the compound. Wendy: Oh. (She stands up and goes to Jarod.) Jarod. Oh. Thank you. (She hugs him.) Thank you. Jarod: Hmm. You can thank me when you’re back with your children. The Centre Miss Parker’s Office (Miss Parker is sitting behind her desk, Sydney opposite her and Lyle is standing at the window behind the desk, looking out, when Broots bursts into the office and places a sheath of papers in front of her.) Broots: The Hound did it. Parker: Gee Broots, come on in. Broots: It found the money that Jarod stole. He routed it through 506 bogus accounts and it ended up here. Parker: Raul Zenega. Real estate developer, Mexico City. Mr Lyle: That may be what it says but Mr Zenega’s an arms dealer. Parker: And you know this because . . . ? Mr Lyle: Let’s just say that he and I have a history together back when I was still building my resume. Sydney: What would Jarod be doing with sixty millions dollars worth of weapons? Parker: Sounds like a question for your pal Zenega. (She picks up the phone.) Desmond Blake’s Compound On the Tennis Court (Blake is hitting baseballs that are being pitched from a mechanical device. Jarod approaches and stands on the outside of the fence, leaning against one of the support poles.) Jarod: So, what happened to your pitcher? Blake: Disabled list. Jarod: Hm. You wanted to see me? Blake: About a month ago someone tried to blow up my car. Luckily I wasn’t in it. But lately I’ve been a little mistrustful of strangers. I went by your room last night. You weren’t in it. (He stops hitting the balls to give Jarod his full attention.) Jarod: I didn’t realise I had a curfew. Blake: My house, my rules. Jarod: I went for a walk. Blake: And I’m supposed to believe that? (Blake resumes his batting practice.) Jarod: Look Mr Desmond I’m not here to blow up your car. I’m here to program your missiles, get my money and get the hell out of here. (Jarod turns and starts to climb the path up to the main house.) Blake: (He breaks the baseball bat over his knee as Jarod walks away.) Urgh! Guest House (Jarod enters the mini-factory where Dobbs is working on one of the missiles.) Dobbs: 23 down. Jarod: Great! 37 more to go. (Jarod goes to a laptop and accesses the Sentry Security Systems. He investigates the circuit board model that is used in the security panel of the house, checking its schematics. He takes a paper clip straightens it and inserts it into a power outlet. The lights fuse.) Jarod: Dammit! Dobbs: What was that? Jarod: Must have blown a circuit. Dobbs: I’ll go reset it. Jarod: No! I’ll go. Get that casing fitted. Main House Utility Closet (Jarod attaches a bypass panel to the security panel using alligator clips to connect it to the necessary wires. He activates it and closes the panel. He opens the fuse box and flicks the reset switch.) The Kitchen (Jarod rounds a corner to dodge a security patrol and finds himself in the kitchen. Emma is there preparing food.) Emma: What do you think you’re doing? Jarod: I was hungry so I thought I would grab a sandwich. Emma: Well I’m afraid that this area is off limits. Jarod: Well the old stomach was growling. (He pats his stomach and she thaws long enough to smile.) What can you do? That’s a very pretty medallion you’re wearing. What saint is it? Emma: I don’t know. (She picks it up from where it is hanging on a chain around her neck and looks at it.) It was a gift. And now I have to insist that you leave. I don’t allow Mr Blake’s associates in this part of the house. (He turns to leave and then turns back to her as a thought occurs.) Jarod: Tell me something Emma? If you have such a problem with Mr Blake’s associates why do you work for him? Emma: That’s really none of your concern. Jarod: It must be very difficult to fill her shoes. Emma: One doesn’t replace a mother. Jarod: I’m sure, wherever she is, she’s very grateful to you. (She watches him walk away and then takes out the medallion again.) A Gym Mexico City Mexico (A man, on his back, is lifting weights with his legs.) Parker: Hmm. Work those quads. You must be Raul Zenega. Zenega: Hi! A beautiful young lady has caught me at a disadvantage. Parker: Please don’t get up. Mr Lyle: Hold up Raul. A little out of shape, are we? (Lyle adds extra weight to the machine and Zenega strains to cope with it.) Zenega: Please whatever you want I give to you. Anything. Parker: You obviously made quite an impression the last time you met. Mr Lyle: But to my credit, very little scarring. Zenega: My legs. My legs. I can’t hold it. Parker: (She holds up a photograph of Jarod.) This man gave you 60 million dollars of our money. I’d like to know what he got in return. Zenega: Missile launchers. Laser guided SAMs. Sixty of them. (Lyle is still adding weights.) Mr Lyle: (He crouches down beside Zenega and engages the safety.) Twenty-second time out Raul. Where did he take them? Zenega: All I know, the name of his buyer is Desmond Blake. Mr Lyle: Tell us where to find Blake and you keep your knees. Zenega: I would never lie to you, I swear, not after last time. (Lyle flicks off the safety and Zenega yells as he fails to hold the weights up.) Parker: Gravity’s a bitch. Hotel Wendy’s Room (Jarod knocks on the door of Wendy’s room and opens the door and looks around it before stepping into the room.) Jarod: Wendy. Wendy, WENDY! Wendy. (He looks on the balcony. He notices the photograph of the children in their riding gear. ) Oh no. The riding school! Riding School (Ryan and Rebecca are riding, watched carefully by their father and others. Wendy steps out from amongst the scrub across the dirt track that surrounds the riding arena.) Blake: Good form, Ryan. Keep working on it. (He lifts Ryan off the horse.) That’s not bad son. You’re getting better. You’re getting better. Ryan: Where’s my plane? Blake: It’s over there. (He indicates the plane lying on the grass near the fence that surrounds the arena.) Rebecca: Hi Daddy! How am I doing? (Ryan picks up his plane and prepares to fire it from its elastic sling.) Blake: You’re hunching a little bit. Straighten your back. Get your hands higher. That’s it. (Ryan launches the plane and it flies over the fence onto the track.) Come on. Come on. Don’t give me that look. The only reason I tell you what you’re doing wrong is so that you can do it better next time. (Ryan goes out onto the track and picks up his plane. Behind him a truck can be seen approaching at speed. Inside the cabin the driver looks down to adjust the tuning of the radio that is on the seat behind him. Wendy notices the impending disaster and steps out from behind cover.) Wendy: Ryan. Ryan! RYAN! (Blake hearing Wendy’s screams turns, sees her, and runs towards the fence. The drive of the truck looks up and belatedly slams on the brakes. Ryan looks up and glimpses his mother just as Jarod runs out of nowhere grabs Ryan, lifting him off the ground and diving for safety. They fall face down on the sandy truck.) Blake: Bring it. Bring it! Bring it! (Blake hurdles the fence and runs to Ryan and Jarod.) Ryan: I think I saw a lady! I think it was Mom! Blake: Let’s go. Let’s go. (The car is brought onto the track and Blake picks up Ryan and pushes him towards it. Before pushing Jarod into the back he looks back to where Wendy had been standing but she is gone.) In the car. In the car. Everybody. Everybody. Get in the car. Jarod get in the car. Let’s go. Let’s go! Beat it. (Wendy goes to the middle of the track and picks up Ryan’s plane that has been crushed under the wheel of the truck. She watches as the car disappears around the bend.) Blake’s Compound Main Residence (The car pulls up at the front of the house and they all get out.) Blake: Emma! Emma! (Emma comes out of the house.) Ryan: But it was Mom. I saw her. Blake: (He is very agitated. Jarod stands back and watches.) Ryan you did not see your mother. It’s impossible. Inside both of you! Rebecca: But what if he’s right. Maybe it was all a mistake. Maybe she wasn’t even in the car that crashed. Ryan: She could still be alive. Flashback The Centre Sim Lab Young Jarod: (Jarod is sitting cross-legged on the floor looking up at Sydney.) What if my parents weren’t even on that plane? Sydney: Jarod, denial is a very human response to a devastating loss. But this is a reality that must be faced, no matter how painful that may be. (Blake’s loud and agitated tone bring Jarod back to the present.) Blake: What did I tell you? I said, inside the house. Both of you. Now! Rebecca: But Dad, if Mum’s still alive she’s gotta be looking for us. Ryan: It was her. She looked just like she did in Rebecca’s picture. Blake: What picture? Give me that picture young lady. I said, give me that book. (She hands him the book. He opens it and takes the photograph from where it is attached to the inside cover. He throws the book back at Rebecca, who is standing back in fear.) Why? Why do you kids do this to me? Do you know how difficult it was losing your mother? How it tears me up inside to see her face. (Jarod looks quite disgusted by Blake’s outraged protestations of hurt.) Ryan: But Dad if it was Mum . . . Blake: Your mother is dead! (He tears up the picture.) This does nothing but cause me pain. Jarod: (Jarod steps up to Ryan and crouches down in front of him.) Ryan, maybe the reason that you saw your Mom is because you miss her so much. Your heart wants to see her so badly that your eyes went along with it. Blake: Emma, get these two packed. We’re leaving first thing in the morning. Emma: Leaving for how long? Blake: I said get them packed! (Emma ushers the children into the house.) Jarod: The morning? Are you crazy? There’s no way that I can have the missiles done by morning. Blake: And I want to know what you were doing up by the stables. Jarod: I was trying to tell you that we’re running behind. Dobbs and Logan aren’t cutting it. Blake: No they’re cutting it. It’s you I’m concerned about. I’m thinking that it may be time to just blow your brains out. (He turns and starts to climb the main staircase.) Jarod: I’m the only one who knows where the memory chips are. You need me, unless of course you don’t want your missiles. Blake: (He turns back to look down at Jarod.) Jarod, I’ve got a brain too and it’s telling me not to trust you. (He drops the pieces of the photograph before continuing up the stairs.) The Hotel Wendy’s Room (Jarod is at the balcony doors, locking them. Wendy sits at the table.) Jarod: What were you thinking? Wendy: I wanted to see them. I was just losing my mind knowing that they were just a few blocks away. Jarod: Now Desmond is spooked. He’s taking the kids and he’s flying out first thing in the morning. Wendy: What? Where are they going? Jarod: He wouldn’t tell me. Have to get them out tonight. You park the car by the gate at eleven p.m. like we had planned and you sit there with the lights off and you wait. Can we trust Emma? Wendy: Absolutely. Jarod: Alright. I will create some kind of diversion and then I’ll get the children out. In the meantime don’t go out that door, and don’t so much as peek out those windows. Desmond’s men will be looking for you. Wendy: Ryan didn’t even recognise me. Jarod: (He takes out the photograph, now stuck together with Sellotape and holds it out to her. His tone softens as his anger dissipates.) Of course he did. It’s all he could think about. Rebecca too. She carried this with her all along. 11pm. Sharp. Wendy, I’ll get them out. I promise. The Centre Sim Lab (Broots and Sydney are sitting at Broots terminal.) Broots: (On the phone.) The name Raul Zenega gave you? Desmond Blake? I think I found him. Parker: (In the company jet, with Lyle sitting beside her.) You think? Broots: Well remember that Centre account that Jarod stole the sixty million from? It just received a very serious deposit. A wire for forty million bucks. Parker: And where did it come from? Broots: Jarod’s buyer, Desmond Blake. A small town in Venezuela. Parker: (She covers the mouthpiece of her phone and turns to Lyle.) I hope you brought your sunscreen. Desmond Blake’s Compound (Emma stands near Wendy Dawson’s grave marker, looking out over the valley.) Jarod: Emma. I need to speak to you. There’s not much time. Emma: Time for what? (She turns to face him.) Jarod: Time to get Rebecca and Ryan out of here and into their mother’s arms. Emma: What are you talking about? Do I have to remind you that Wendy Dawson died three years ago? Jarod: That’s what Desmond always wanted you to believe but I’m telling you, she’s very much alive and in a hotel not ten minutes from here. Emma: You know what? I don’t believe you. Jarod: That medallion around your neck. It’s a Saint Anne’s medal. Wendy gave it to you the day her son was born to thankyou for being like a sister to her. Emma: Desmond could have told you that one. Jarod: When you put it around your neck she made you promise that if anything ever happened to her children you would devote your life to raising them. Now Desmond couldn’t have told you that. He wasn’t even there the day his son was born. Emma: Oh my God. (She is momentarily speechless.) But I saw the casket go into the grave. Jarod: You never saw inside the casket, did you? Emma: I was in Europe when Desmond called me about the news that Wendy had died. They’d been divorced for a couple of months. And he said that the kids needed me desperately so I flew here straight away. She was buried the next day. Wendy had no other family so . . . Desmond said that he wanted to bury her here so that the kids could be close to her. What lie have I been part of? Jarod: Be a part of the truth. Help me. Help those children. Come on. (Emma looks back at the grave marker briefly as she follows Jarod into the house.) That Night Desmond Blake’s Compound (Wendy pulls up outside the gate just before 11pm. Dobbs and Logan are working on the missiles. Jarod lights his cigar. He goes to Blake’s Mercedes opens the fuel tank, takes the white cloth that is hanging from his back pocket and stuffs it into the opening, re-lights his cigar so that it is burning red hot and holds the end of it against the cloth. The cloth quickly ignites, igniting the fuel and the car. Blake and his men run out to the car.) Blake: Call the general now and call someone to put this out. (Jarod watches the confusion from behind the truck and then heads off to the house.) Inside the Main House (Jarod deactivates the video surveillance cameras with a remote control.) Jarod: Ryan! Rebecca! Rebecca! Where are they? Where are the children? Emma: I don’t know. (He takes out his cellular phone and dials.) Wendy: (Sitting in the car.) Jarod? Jarod: The plan has changed Wendy. Get out of there. Go! Wendy: But, but, where’s the children? Jarod: They’re gone. Inside the Main House Later Jarod: (Talking on the phone.) Desmond took your children to another part of the compound but they’re okay. Wendy: (Now back in her hotel room, she is pacing up and down.) Because he saw me at the riding stables. Argh! I can’t risk anything happening to those children. Jarod: Nothing will, I promise you. Wendy: You don’t know Desmond. He’ll do anything to keep them away from me. I mean anything. Jarod: Wendy, calm down. Now listen to me. Go to the airport and park at the south end of the hangar and wait. Wendy: This is a mistake. Jarod: I was stolen from my mother when I was a child. I never wanted her to stop looking for me, even if it put me in danger. Wendy, never give up. Your children need you. I’ll get them out. The Sting Preparation (Jarod continues the work on arming the missiles. Inside the house he passes a pill bottle to Emma, placing it on a tray that she is carrying. The process of downloading the telemetry to the missiles continues. Outside the main house, Jarod inside the vehicle that Blake uses to transport the children, ducks down below the window level to avoid being seen by a security guard. In the kitchen Emma places a pill in cup of coffee. At the car, Jarod sits up and gets out, a pair of pliers in his hand. And still the work on the missiles continues Emma passes the doctored cup of coffee to Dawkins who is reading a book in the kitchen.) Emma: Here you go Dawkins. (Outside Jarod uses a long handled tool to snip a hole in a hydraulic line of the truck. Fluid spurts from the cut.) Desmond Blake’s Compound The Next Morning (Jarod and Blake approach the main entrance of the house where the family vehicle is parked. The children are already inside but Emma stands outside waiting.) Jarod: The SAMS are loaded and ready to go. Blake: That’s great. It’s been a rough couple of days. Jarod: Well keeping your family together can be very difficult. Emma: Mr Blake. There’s a problem. Dawkins is feeling really ill. Jarod: Who’s Dawkins? Blake: He’s my driver. Jarod: (Jarod opens the front passenger door for Blake.) I could drive you. Hey! It’s the least I can do for a paying customer. Blake: What the hell. Desmond Blake’s Compound Outside the Front Gate (Miss Parker and Mr Lyle are waiting inside the car across from the front gate. They both have binoculars trained on the compound.) Mr Lyle: An iron gate’s not going to save you this time, Jarod. In the Family Car (Jarod stops the vehicle just inside the front gate when he spots the car outside the gate.) Blake: What’s the problem? Let’s go. Jarod: Emma, aren’t those two parked over there the ones who were questioning you about the children when you were in town? Emma: Oh. Yeah, yeah. (She catches on quickly.) That’s them. Blake: What questions? Emma: I should have mentioned it to you earlier but I ah I didn’t want to bother you. They just seemed really interested in Ryan and Rebecca that’s all. I told them nothing of course. Blake: (He picks up a transmitter.) We got a couple of trespassers at the gate. Make sure they don’t give us any trouble or follow us, then you can let them go. Outside the Front Gate Mr Lyle: They’ve got to come out sometime. Parker: I’ve got a bad feeling. (Out of nowhere two men armed with baseball bats smash the front and rear windshields.) Mr Lyle: Move it. Go! Go! (Miss Parker starts the car and drives off but stops once the tyres have been shot out by other members of Blake’s security team. Jarod drives out through the front gate, circles around them and gives Parker and Lyle a big grin as he drives by.) Hangar (Jarod drives the vehicle into the hangar.) Blake: Okay kids. Let’s go. Come on. Let’s shake it. (Jarod waits until everyone but Blake is out of the car before using a remote control to activate the locking mechanism on the doors. He goes around and sits on the hood.) Alright. Unlock the door. Hey! What the hell are you doing? (Emma leads the children onto the plane.) Jarod: Just making sure I have a captive audience. Oh Desmond, I hope you don’t mind but I sent one of those ahead. (He walks over to a tarpaulin shrouded object. He pulls the tarp off revealing one of the missiles mounted on a tripod.) I thought I would do a little of target practice. (He picks up a control for the weapon and activates it.) Blake: Wait until Logan and Dobbs get here. You’re a dead man. Jarod: The key word being when. On the Road (Logan and Dobbs peer into the engine housing from which clouds of smoke/steam is billowing.) Dobbs: Oh man! The Hangar (Jarod uses the tripod’s control to sight the weapon on Desmond in the car.) Jarod: You have wonderful taste in weapons Desmond. Blake: Who the hell are you? Why are doing this Jarod? Jarod: (Jarod walks up to the car. Blake makes a grab at Jarod from the window which has been left open far enough so that he can get his hands through but not much else.) So you would know what it feels like to have everything that you care about in the world ripped away from you. Like you did to your ex-wife. Like you did to Ryan and Rebecca. Blake: The kids? What do my kids have to do with this? Jarod: Oh they have everything to do with this. Blake: I know what’s best for them. Jarod: Oh really, like telling them that the one person that they love in the world is dead. Blake: That woman doesn’t deserve them. They’re mine. Jarod: (He walks back to the missile and picks up the control again.) You make it sound like having children is like owning . . . well . . .a missile? (Jarod sights the missile on Blake as he moves between the front and rear seats in an attempt to dodge the sight.) Blake: No, no, no! No. No. NO! Jarod: No. On second thought, blowing you up is too easy. I’ve got something that will get you where you live. Emma, bring the children. Blake: What the hell is going on Jarod? What are you doing? Ryan. Rebecca. Jarod: (Jarod turns to the children and crouches in front of them.) I have someone here who has missed you very much. Who loves you more than everything in the whole world. Don’t be afraid. Just trust your heart. Oh Wendy. Blake: No. No. No. No no listen. No. Come on. (Wendy emerges from an office above the main hangar floor.) Ryan: Mummy. Rebecca: I can’t believe it! (Wendy comes down the stairs and the children run towards her. They hug.) Ryan: It really is you. Rebecca: You’re actually here. Ryan: Mum. Rebecca: Oh my God. Wendy: Oh. Look at you. (Emma joins the group and further hugs are exchanged.) Emma: Oh I’m so glad. Jarod: Get on the plane. (They do so and Blake is unable to prevent it.) Blake: Rebecca. Ryan. Jarod: Oh Desmond. (Jarod steps up to the car, takes out a cigar and lights it.) You know the Venzuelan authorities were very interested when I told them that arms dealing was going on right under their very noses. Blake: You son of a bitch. Jarod: They will be here within the hour. FYI. All this time I haven’t been arming your missiles. I’ve been disarming them. Now they couldn’t take out a Tonka truck. (Jarod turns and walks away but takes the time to turn and pull a face at Blake before getting on the plane.) Blake: Rebecca! Ryan! Rebecca! Atlanta, Georgia (It is the end of Wendy’s shift at the restaurant and Emma and the children wait for her on the pavement outside. She goes to the children and then goes over to Jarod who has been watching the exchange from a distance. Ryan waves at him.) Wendy: Jarod. (She hugs him.) You. Oh. You’ve given me my life back. Jarod: Take good care of them. Let them take care of you. Wendy: I will. Jarod: Oh. Here’s a little something to get your new life started. (He hands her an envelope.) From Desmond. Wendy: (Sceptically.) From Desmond? Jarod: Well, I ah, helped out a little bit. Wendy: (She opens the envelope and looks at the contents.) Oh, my gosh! Jarod: Good luck. (He turns to leave.) Wendy: Jarod, I hope your parents find you one day so that you can feel what I’m feeling right now. Jarod: Thanks. Wendy: Thank you. Jarod: Bye. (He waves at Emma and the children.) Rebecca: Bye. Flashback The Centre Sim Lab (young Jarod is sitting cross legged on the floor near the air vents. He is writing in a red notebook.) Young Jarod: Dear Mum. I miss you more than ever. Every day I think of you. I make myself remember your face and dad’s face. I remember everything I can, so I will know you when we see each other again. (Jarod pulls up the collar of his coat and walks off into the damp night.) CLOSING CREDITS