SEASON 1
EPISODE 2
“Every Picture Tells A Story”
Writers: Steven Long Mitchell & Craig Van Sickle
Director: Michael Zinberg

In the Pool
(Jarod is in a pool, treading water.  He slowly spins and starts to sink.)

The YMCA
Seattle , Washington
(Miss Parker, Sydney and Sam (the Sweeper) follow a man into a hotel 
room.)
Man:  You just missed him.  He’s only been gone a couple of days.
Sam: I’ll check the dresser.
Sydney: How did he look?
Man: Oh, about six - two, 170 pounds, I guess.
Sydney: That’s not what I mean.  I mean was he okay?  Did he seem to 
be in good health?
(Miss Parker examines the red-notebook that Jarod has left behind.  One 
of the articles has a headline of “Nuclear Disaster Averted”.)
Man: Are you kidding.  The man had a physique that the pros would kill 
for.  So tell me, if Mr Spitz wasn’t really an atomic engineer how did he 
stop the nuke plant from turning us into pork rind. 
Sydney: Mr Spitz is a . . 
Parker: . . . fascinating man.  So  any stab at Jarod’s (edible?) tragedy 
Doctor Freud.  (She picks up a white paper ‘daisy’ chain that represents a 
series of little girls standing between and holding hands with a woman.  
The woman’s hair is in a shoulder length, flipped up end style.  One of the 
little girls has a tear drop on her face.)
Man: Jarod.  That was his first name.  Yeah, strange.  You’d think a grown 
man with a name of Spitz would already know how to swim.
Parker:  He was here for swimming lessons?
Man: Hey we are the Y.  He was a quick learner too.  From pike to 
advanced adult in five weeks.  Day in, day out.  Swimming was all he did.  
(Miss Parker goes into the bathroom to discover that the bathtub has not 
been emptied.  Floating in the bath is a child’s toy tug boat and on the 
edge a small helicopter.)  Except for this past week.  He spent every 
second in the pool but didn’t swim a stroke.
Sydney: What do you mean?
Man: From the time we opened in the morning until the midnight crew 
closed her down he’d be there in the deep end treading water without 
ever stopping.  Just treading water.
Parker: (Miss Parker picks up the helicopter and spins the rotor on it.) I 
wonder what your science project is up to now.

Search and Rescue Helicopter
Somewhere Over the Ocean
(The helicopter, piloted by a young woman is heading towards a pleasure 
boat that is on fire.  A woman has just climbed over the top of the boat to 
get to the bow.  Jarod is sitting in the back seat of the helicopter beside 
the open hatch watching the woman.)
Martha: Yankee two-niner heading down.
Jarod: Go in for a closer look.
Martha: It’s smoking pretty badly.  I’ll call in a rescue craft.
(The smoke is billowing more and the woman dives into the water.)
Jarod:  She’s going overboard.  (The flames explode from the rear of the boat.)  There’s 
no time.
(Jarod removes his headphones and pulls his cap onto his head more 
firmly.)
Martha: Jarod.  No!  (The boat explodes.  Jarod leaps out of the 
helicopter into the sea.  He checks the surrounding water for the woman 
before duck diving in an attempt to find her.)  Come on Jarod.  
(Eventually he surfaces, the woman in his arms.)
Jarod:  Hello.  My name’s Jarod.  You’re going to be just fine.

OPENING CREDITS

The Centre
Blue Cove Delaware
(Miss Parker is walking along a corridor when Sam approaches her from 
the other direction.  He hands her a piece of paper.)
Sam: Miss Parker you have a fax.
(It is written on ‘Y’ notepaper and reads.  “I’m sorry I missed you at the Y. 
. .   Things aren’t always the way they seem.  4/13/70 Jarod.”

Sim Lab
(Two girls, identical twins, approximately six years of age are standing at 
a table.  Sydney up-ends a container of plastic sticks onto the table in 
front of them.  The girls run their hands through the sticks and turn to 
Sydney.)
Twins: (They speak in unison.)  One thousand three hundred and twenty-
four.
Sydney: Very good girls and absolutely correct.  (Sydney smiles at 
them.)
(Miss Parker enters the room in a hurry.)
Parker: I need to speak with you now!
(Sydney turns to the girls, shrugs and then follows her our into the 
corridor.)
Sydney: Your theatrics upset the children.
Parker: Save it for Mr Rogers Syd.  I’ve set up a tech session with Broots 
I think that can help us track Jarod. I think that takes precedence over 
Thing 1 and Thing 2.  (Miss Parker starts walking down the corridor and 
Sydney follows.)
Sydney:  Broots’ technology is not going to help us track a chameleon.  
Jarod changes colour.  He blends in.  We’ll get close when he lets us.  
Patience, Parker.  We need patience.
Parker: Syd, patience may be a soothing catch oil for the potato heads in 
psychogenetic services but to my father and the boys in the Tower equate 
patience with failure.
Sydney:  But Jarod is a pretender.  He can become anyone he wants to 
be.  We will never catch him with one of Broots’ phone taps.
Parker: That’s what they said about the Uni bomber Syd.  And how did 
they catch that whacked out prodigy.  A letter to mummy.  It’s the smart 
ones who always do something stupid.   
(Sydney and Miss Parker have arrived at a bank of elevators.  Miss Parker 
presses the call button.)
Sydney:  Let’s use the stairs.  It’s only three flights up.  (He turns to walk 
away.)  Come on.
Parker: Stop nurturing Sydney.  It’s been twenty years. I don’t have any 
problem riding this elevator.  You shouldn’t either.

In the Elevator
Sydney:  Your mother was a special person.
Parker: My mother was weak, period.  She couldn’t handle the pressures 
of SIS or this place.  I don’t have that problem.  The only thing that ever 
bothered me was why in an elevator.  They go up, they go down.  They 
end up nowhere.  It’s amazing how a single bullet can change your life.
Sydney:  If you ever want to talk about it . . .
Parker:  Correct me if I’m wrong Sydney but wasn’t my mother’s session 
with you one of the last things she did before she got in this elevator.  No 
thanks.  Sydney I’ll take my own chances.

Coast Guard Station
San Diego, California
(Jarod approaches Martha who is loading gear into the helicopter.  He 
stops to assist her.)
Jarod: Martha. Good morning.
Martha: You look way too rested to be staying in Coast Guard Housing.
Jarod: I live off base.
Martha: It took three years and a husband to get me out of the iron cot.   
How did you swing it?
Jarod:  I forged my transfer papers.  (Martha laughs but suddenly stops 
and walks away from the helicopter, a wave of nausea having caught her 
by surprise.)  Martha, are you okay?
Martha: Bad sushi.
Jarod: Is there any other kind?
(Two men, Commander Powell and Lieutenant Commander Bilson, join 
them.  They exchange salutes.)
Commander: Lieutenant Campbell, morning. 
Jarod: Morning Sir.
Commander: I’m glad I caught you.  I wanted you to meet my 
Lieutenant Commander Bilson.
Jarod: Pleasure to meet you sir.
Bilson: I heard that you did some pretty good work out there yesterday.  
Heard you even plucked a victim out of the soup.   
Jarod: It’s a good thing I took those swim lessons at the Y.
(They all laugh at what they think is Jarod’s joke.)
Commander: I wish all my transfers had your humility, not to mention 
talent.
Martha: Commander Powell I was hoping to get a few minutes regarding 
my rank review.
Commander: All rank reviews go through the LC.
Bilson: I know.  Its on my desk I’ll get to it ASAP.
Martha: Thank you sir.
Commander: Well, I’ll leave you in abler hands, Lieutenant Campbell.
Jarod: Thank you sir.
Bilson: So the real question is what kind of sea legs do you have?  As you 
know, anyone can fly.  Right Poole.
Martha: A kite maybe, sir. 
(Bilson turns and walks away.  Jarod is amused by the exchange.)
Jarod: Lieutenant. (He turns and follows Bilson.)

(Jarod and Bilson approach the dock at which the Coast Guard Water Craft 
are moored.  A mechanic is working on one of the smaller craft.)
Tech: Morning LC.  Hey!  Got the Kristi purring like a kitten.
Bilson: Ah, I don’t trust that old nag.  I’ll take the 45.
Tech: Yes sir.
Bilson: Commander Powell likes his men to be real sailors.  You up for 
some sea duty?
Jarod: As ready as I’ll ever be, sir.
(Bilson jumps on board a boat and Jarod follows.  He pokes his head 
inside the cabin.  There is another Coast Guard person talking on a CB 
Radio.
Bilson: Javi we’re waiting.
Javi: This is Moon Base Alpha signing off.
Bilson: Haven’t you ever heard of the Internet?  E-mail?
Javi: I’m a purist.  I crave static.
Bilson: You coming?
Javi: Yeah! (Javi grabs his bags, places a kiss on a crucifix hanging on the 
door of a locker and comes out onto the deck.  Jarod holds out his hand.)
Jarod: Hi! Jarod Campbell.
Javi: Javi Padillo.  (They shake hands.)
Jarod: Nice to meet you.  Is Bilson always in such a hurry?
Javi: Only when the ocean calls.

At Sea
Search and Rescue Boat
Bilson: Commander Powell tells me that you’ve been running icebreakers 
off Mantega Bay.
Javi: The Great Lakes?  Ah you didn’t tell me he was a fresh water boy, 
sir.
Jarod: Oh give me a break.  At least they transferred me to the unit with 
the best SAR record in the Guard.
Bilson: Damn right.  We conducted 178 search and rescues last year 
alone.
Jarod: Woah!
(They approach and start to circle a boat.)
Bilson: It looks like a 4280 to me.
Jarod: It’s listing about three degrees.  Abandoned?
Bilson: That’s my guess.  Javi call it in.  Jarod check it out.

On the Boat “Magdeline”
(Jarod climbs aboard the seemingly abandoned boat.)
Jarod: Hello.  Coast Guard.  Anybody here?  Hello.  (He moves towards 
the forward hatch but takes a step back as he is greeted by a man who is 
holding a shotgun at the ready.)  Oh now, sir, nobody’s here to hurt you.  
(The others on the 45 laugh.)
Abbott: Oh hell!
Bilson: Roy Abbott, say hello to Lieutenant Campbell.
Jarod: Hi.  Call me Jarod.  (Jarod extends a hand in greeting that is 
ignored.)
Abbott: Get off my boat.
Bilson: Ah come on Roy, is that anyway to treat the new guy?
Jarod:  Sir.  Your stores appear to be low and you also appear to be 
taking on water.  Why don’t you let us tow you ashore so we can help you 
re-supply?
Abbott: There’s nothing I need over there.  I’m fine where I am.
Bilson: Mr Abbott, the commander does not agree.  You have one week 
to come in or we are authorised to bring you in.  (He hands the paperwork 
to Jarod who in turn hands then to Mr Abbott.)
Jarod: It’s for your own good Mr Abbott.

The Centre
(Sydney moves to his desk and answers the ringing phone.)
Sydney: Sydney.
(Jarod is in his lair.  He is painting, holding the phone in one hand, the 
receiver propped between his shoulder and ear.)
Jarod: I’m surprised you’re not down making rounds down corridor 
fifteen.
Sydney: Even psychiatrists need a day off.  (Sydney clicks his finger at a 
sweeper and points to the door.  The sweeper nods his head and leaves.)
Jarod: All this time I thought your interest in me was purely paternal.
Sydney: I understand you learning to swim but aren’t you a little old to 
be playing with bathtub toys?  
Jarod: It’s certainly better than the kind of playtime you foisted upon me.  
Funny, I can’t see their faces but their eyes, they won’t stop staring at 
me.  (Jarod returns to the tin in which he has put his paint.  He dabs at 
the paint and paints a pair of eyes at the clean end of the tray.)
Sydney: Whose eyes Jarod?
Jarod: I don’t know.  (He smears the eyes he painted on the tray.)  Dead 
eyes.  Eyes of people that aren’t alive today because of how you exploited 
my simulations.
Sydney: And now you want to right those wrongs by using your gift as an 
avenging angel.  Is that it?
Jarod: Something like that.
Sydney: (Miss Parker enters the room goes to the other phone extension 
and picks it up.)  Then why are you calling?
Jarod: I wanted to know if . . . Jarod was my real name.
Sydney: I think it is.  At least that is what I was told.
Jarod: Thank you Sydney.
Sydney: Don’t hang up.  I’m worried about you.
(Miss Parker looks at her watch.)
Jarod: If you’re so worried about me why don’t you go to the authorities?  
(Jarod puts down his and brush picks up a paint rag that he uses to wipe 
his hands.) 
Sydney: You know I can’t do that.
Jarod: Why? Because you love me?  Or because you’re afraid of what I 
know?
Sydney: Jarod if those people from the belfry find out what you have I 
won’t be able to protect you.
Jarod: If they find out what I have, you won’t be able to protect 
yourselves.
Sydney: Those DSAs contain my work.
Jarod: No Sydney!  They contain my life.  Goodbye. (Jarod hangs up.)
(Miss Parker looks at her watch again.)
Parker: We got your genius.
“Novelty Shop at the Pier
(Jarod and the shop assistant are leaning on the counter looking at 
something on top of it. The shop assistant is holding a large pair of fluro 
green scissors.)
Jarod: Now this is very interesting.  You mean someone actually 
manufactures imitation canine faeces.
Shopkeeper: Yep.  Only they couldn’t fit all that on the label so they just 
call it fake dog poop.
Jarod: Hm. And why exactly would someone want fake dog poop?
Shopkeeper: Because it’s funny.
Jarod: Oh!
(Jarod hears the voice of a young girl outside on the pier.  He turns to 
watch from the shop doorway.)

Outside the Shop
(The girl is buying flowers from a flower stall.)
Little Girl: No I mean the white ones.  Yeah!  (The stall keeper hands the 
flower s to the girl.)  Thank you.

Novelty Shop
(Inside the Novelty Shop the storekeeper is still staring at the imitation 
canine faeces.)
Shopkeeper:  It is funny.

Outside
(The little girl hands the flowers to her mother.)
Little Girl: I got the white ones Mummy.  Those were his favourites.

Cemetery Plot
(Jarod follows the mother and daughter and watches as them as they 
place the flowers on the grave of Tom King.  He opens his red notebook 
and looks at the articles there. “Man lost at sea.”  “Drowning Ruled 
Accidental, Coast Guard Investigation Concludes No Foul Play in Drowning 
of Tom King” and “Wife Voices Frustrations with Coast guard Search.”)

YMCA
San Diego
Parker: Broots traced Jarod’s call back to this YMCA.  (Sam kicks the door 
open.)  Get him!
(Sam runs in and grabs a guy who is trying to climb out the window.  Sam 
lifts him down and puts him on a chair.)
Man: Hey hey hey!  I ain’t done nothing. I ain’t done nothing.
Parker: What are you doing in this room?
Man: I ain’t trespassing.  No.  This guy gave me a room.
Sydney: (Sydney holds up a photograph of Jarod.)  Is this the man?
Man:  Yeah that’s him.  He conducts the philharmonic.  And he gives me 
six months free rent just to transfer his calls.  And you know what, he 
says he likes to travel a lot.
Parker: Shut up Sydney.

At Sea – The “Magdeline”
(Jarod is standing on the deck of the forty-five.  Mr Abbot is nowhere to 
be seen but there is a LP recording of Wagner’s opera The Flying 
Dutchmen playing.)
Jarod: (Mr Abbott emerges from below decks.)  Good morning Mr Abbott.
Abbott: What do you want?
Jarod: Oh I don’t know.  I was just passing through.  Permission to come 
aboard?
Abbott: Granted.  (Mr Abbott turns the record player off.)
Jarod: Magdeline’s a pretty lady.
Abbott: (Roy picks up a framed photograph of a woman from the console 
of the boat.)  How do you Magdeline?
Jarod: I was talking about your boat.  Is that your wife?
Abbott: Could have been.  Probably would’ve.  I never asked her.  (He 
puts down the photograph, sits down and starts caring carving a piece of 
wood.)
Jarod: Do you think the Dutchmen ever found his lost love?
Abbott: What?
Jarod: The opera you were listening to.  Wagner’s Dutchman.  That’s the 
story.  I always wondered if he ever searched for his love or spent the rest 
of his days floating around on his ghost ship.
Abbott: I never really gave it much thought.
Jarod: It’s not easy wondering if someone you love is still out there.
Abbott: I ain’t moving my boat.
Jarod: I’m not asking you to.
Abbott: Don’t that uniform make it your job?
Jarod: I’m just borrowing the uniform.  I brought you some supplies from 
town.  I’ll trade you for . .  this chest you’ve carved.  (He picks ups the a 
small box from the console.)
Abbott: Throw in some candles next time you pass, you got yourself a 
deal.
Jarod: Done.  Thanks.  You ever listen to Mozart, Mr Abbott?  The Magic 
Flute?
Abbott: I like this one fine.  It’s all I need.
Jarod: I was allowed to listen to it once when I was a child.  I closed my 
eyes and in my mind I became an eagle.  I could go anywhere, do 
anything.  Nothing could stop me.  Maybe Mozart knew something that 
Wagner didn’t.
Abbott: I ain’t moving my boat.

On the Ground – In the SAR Helicopter
(Jarod is sitting in the back engrossed in some charts that he has spread 
across his knees.  Martha Poole is shutting down the helicopter.)
Martha: Lieutenant Campbell, even on routine patrol I expect your eyes 
on the deck.  This is a helicopter not a library.
Jarod: I’m trying to orient myself with the West Coast Ocean Search 
Patterns.  I tell you what, I will buy you lunch if you will let me pick your 
brain about some of these old searches.
Martha: As long as it’s not Sushi.
Jarod: Great.  I don’t want Commander Powell to tag me fresh water boy 
on my rank review.  (They get out of the helicopter.)
Martha: Wait a minute.  You’ve been here three days and you’re getting a 
rank review.  (She turns and walks away from him.)  Oh great!  All I need 
is another guy in this operation elbowing for room on the ladder.  
Jarod: When are you due? 
(Martha turns back to Jarod, her hands on her lower back supporting it.)
Martha: I should have made LC months ago but Commander Powell 
keeps on putting it off.
Jarod: Not your promotion, your baby.  I’d say from your nausea and 
your sore back that you’re about . .  . nine weeks?
Martha: My husband doesn’t even know.  What are you, a part time 
obstetrician.
Jarod: No, but I was a mid wife once.  You haven’t told the Commander 
yet, have you?
Martha: Hell no!  If Powell or anyone else around here finds out about 
this I can kiss away my chances at LC.
Jarod: Your secret’s safe with me.

The Centre 
Sub-Level Five
(Miss Parker approaches a man who is wheeling a push bike up a 
corridor.)
Parker: Well Broots what’s happened?
Broots: I’ve backtracked the call from the other phone.  All I know right 
now is that all the calls were international landlines.  I didn’t even know 
that was possible.
Parker: How long to trace it?
Broots: It’s hard to say.  I mean Jarod’s method’s so basic, so simple.
(Miss Parker clicks her fingers at him in impatience.)
Broots: Ah, ah, twenty, twenty-four hours.
Parker: You have twelve.
(Miss Parker turns and walks away.  Broots watches her depart.)
Broots: I can do it in eight.

By the Sea
(Martha Poole and Jarod are sitting at a picnic table.  Jarod has maps and 
papers spread out on the table before him.)
Martha: The King file. You sure picked a sensitive one.  It’s all down hill 
after this one.  You should talk to Bilson.  This was his baby.
Jarod: How so?
Martha: Well it happened during his regular Tuesday night patrol so 
Bilson was in charge.  It was a tough one too.  Nobody was sure how 
King’s boat went down.  Never did find it.  This one was particularly sad.  
The coroner said that King treaded water for a day and a half before he 
drowned.  For an SAR team to come up empty – that’s the kind of news 
that hurts the most.
Jarod: This report says that the search patterns were based on water 
current information provided by directional buoys. 
Martha: Yep!  Dropped them myself.  (She indicates the place on the 
map.)
Jarod: Pilcher’s Point?
Martha: That’s the area that Tom King was known to be fishing in.
Jarod: So Bilson deployed standard grid searches south east of that point.
Martha:  That’s SOP.  You seem to be following this fine.  What is the 
matter?
Jarod: According to satellite monitoring, the DF buoys indicated that the 
current was moving southwest.

On the Pier
(Jarod is standing on a pier looking down at King’s Bait and Tackle store at 
the bottom of a ramp.  The woman from the cemetery is working there.  
Jarod is eating cookies that he has brought with him.  They are in a 
basket on the bench behind him.  The woman’s daughter runs up the 
ramp but stops and turns toward Jarod.)
Little Girl: You’re doing it wrong.
Jarod: Hmm?
Little Girl: Didn’t you ever eat a cookie as a kid.
Jarod: They didn’t have cookies where I grew up?
Little Girl: Where did you grow up?  Mars?
Jarod: Sort of.  
Little Girl: (She takes a cookie from Jarod’s supplies. Jarod sits on the 
bench.)  First you twist the cookie so the top comes off.  Like a little lid.  
Then you get all the white stuff off.  I pick it with my teeth or you can 
scrape it or lick it.
Jarod: (Jarod scrapes it off with his teeth.)  Then what do you do with the 
brown part?
Little Girl: Grown ups put it in ice cream.
Jarod: Why don’t they just sell the white stuff?
Little Girl: It wouldn’t be any fun.  (Jarod nods his head in agreement.)
Jarod: (He looks towards the pier where her mother is working.)  Your 
mum works hard.
Little Girl: Since my Dad died that’s all she does.  (She sits down beside 
him.)  He’s with St Andrew the one for fishermen.  I bought my Dad a 
statue of him from Church.  It was on his boat.  They never found that.
Jarod: It’s hard to lose a parent.  I know.  What part do you miss the 
most?
Little Girl: My mum’s smile.

Jarod’s Lair
(Jarod, sitting at his desk, inserts a DSA in the reader and adjusts the 
focus.)
DSA
4/13/70
(The young Jarod is half lying, half sitting in a glass bubble.  Sydney is 
pacing up and down in the background.)
Young Jarod: I can’t figure it out.
Sydney: You have to.
Young Jarod: How much is oxygen is left?
Sydney: Less than forty-eight hours.
Young Jarod: What caused the explosion?
Sydney: We don’t know.
Young Jarod: Fuel.  (Jarod watching the DSA notices the young Miss 
Parker watching the simulation from the mezzanine.)  Oxygen.  There’s 
nothing that can save us. 
Sydney: It’s your duty to save your crew.
Young Jarod: No I can’t do it.
Sydney: If you shut down now you will all die!  Come on Jarod.  Think!
Young Jarod: (Young Jarod taps his fingers on his knee. Jarod, watching 
the DSA also taps his fingers on his knee.)  Wait.  Wait.  I’ve got it.  I can 
use the gravitational pull of the moon to help get us back.
Sydney: Very good Jarod.  I knew you would save them if you wanted to.
(Jarod picks up the King file and looks at it.)
Jarod: They didn’t want to save Tom King.  They wanted him to die.

Miss Parker’s Residence
Bedroom
(It is night and Miss Parker is tossing and turning when the phone rings.)
Parker: What?
(Jarod is in his lair painting once again. This time though, he is wearing a 
pair of novelty spectacles with the eye balls on springs.)
Jarod: Oh, I intentionally wake you in your deepest sleep phase and all I 
get is a lifeless “What”.
Parker: Oh.  If you want wit read Noel Coward.  What time is it where 
you are?
Jarod: Cute.  Not funny, but cute. (Jarod removes the spectacles.)
Parker: You’re making house calls now.  I’m honoured.
Jarod: Well I was feeling a little guilty about my virtual phone game.  
Parker: You know, I should really tape this to replay at the Christmas 
party.  You’ll be there you know.  You can rest assured.  (She sits up and 
reaches for a cigarette.) 
Jarod: I’m not resting much at all these days.
Parker: You’re breaking my heart.  So Jarod, why the YMCA?
Jarod: I was watching retrograde on VH1.  And they were doing the 70s, 
which as you know I missed.  There was this singing group that was 
extolling the virtues of the Y.  So here I am.
Parker: Cute, not funny, but cute.
Jarod: Did you know that they make fake dog poop?  (He picks some up 
and taps it on the table.)  It’s amazing how it appears to be one thing but 
it’s really something completely different.
Parker: And I should care because . . . ?
Jarod: I would think that it would make a good money maker for the 
Centre.  Besides isn’t it just the perfect metaphor for the way your father 
and the Centre distort the truth?
Parker: And what truth is that Jarod?
Jarod: It’s all in the note I sent you.  (He picks up a DSA and holds it up.)  
The truth about what makes you sad.

Abbott’s Boat
(Roy comes up on deck to discover a recording of Mozart’s “The Magic 
Flute” beside his LP player.  He turns to see Jarod steering the 45 away.)

Cook Out
(It is evening and Bilson is sitting on top of a picnic table drinking beer 
from a bottle.  Jarod is with him.)
Bilson: I doubt whether the boys at Kateema Bay are sitting 
Jarod: Probably freezing their butts off on some fjordal cape hopping 
SAR.
Bilson: So besides the obvious why pull up stakes?
Jarod: Well, I was feeling kinda cooped up where I was living, so I 
decided to head out west.  I interviewed at the Channel Islands Station 
first but I decided this was the spot for me.
(They stand up and move down to the food area.)
Bilson: You made the right decision.  Channel Islands are full of our 
rejects.
Javi: (Javi joins them, handing Bilson another beer.)  Here you go, sir.
Jarod: That’s funny they said this group was a bunch of renegades.
Javi: That’s a crock.
Jarod: They said guys who couldn’t rescue a fisherman from their own 
bay didn’t deserve to wear the uniform.
Javi: Were they talking about the King rescue?
Jarod: Yes.  I think that was the name they used.  Did something go 
wrong?
Bilson: It’s amazing how the people we put our lives on the line for can 
just turn around and smear the Guard with one news story.  The man’s 
wife took it hard.  She blamed us.  I understand her tragedy.  I guess she 
had to blame somebody so she could deal with it.  I promise you we did 
everything we could do to save that man.  We did our job.  (Bilson looks 
defiant.  Javi looks distressed.  Jarod observes their reactions carefully.)

Church
(Jarod is kneeling in of a row of candles some lit, some not. He lights a 
candle.  He turns around and watches as Javi comes out of the 
confessional booth.  The man is obviously distressed.  Jarod watches as he 
leaves.)

Underwater
(Jarod, in scuba gear goes in search of Tom King’s boat.)

Flashback
Martha: Pilcher’s Point is where Tom King was known to be fishing.
Jarod: The current was going southwest.
Martha: No one is sure how Tom King’s boat went down.  Never did find 
it.
(Jarod finds the boat and the statue of Saint Anthony.  He takes photos of 
the damage to the boat at the point where the hull is severed).

At the Coast Guard Dock
(Jarod scraps the paint from the prow of the 45 whether to take a paint 
sample or to check for repair work is not explained.)

Miss Parker’s Residence
(Miss Parker is staring at a photograph of her and her mother. When the 
phone rings.)
Parker: What?  I’m on my way.

The Centre
Tech Room
(Sydney is observing twin men through a glass wall when Miss Parker 
enters followed by Broots.)
Broots: It wasn’t easy but I have to admit though, figuring Jarod’s mind 
is a real treat.  He’s a clever guy.
Parker: He’s a one man Siegfried and Roy.  Show me what you have.
Broots: (Broots sits down at a computer terminal.)  We backtracked the 
call, which we thought was coming from this YMCA from Jarod’s room, 
room 334.  Jarod inter-connected a hundred and seventy-three 
international calls but backtracking those calls was impossible because 
instead of a call forwarding device triggered by a single call all of the 
hundred and seventy-three calls were individually initiated.
Sydney: (Sydney laughs.)  Ingenious.
Broots: And a hell of a lot of work for Jarod I might add and very 
expensive.
Parker: I don’t care what it cost.
Broots: Oh, that’s good because he charged it to your calling card.
Parker: Where is he?
Broots: Oh, oh the last place we would expect to look.  Room 335.
Parker: In the same Y?
Broots: In the very next room.  (Sydney and Broots laugh.)

Jarod’s Lair
(Jarod is examining the bank accounts of Javi and Bilson’s at the San 
Diego Savings.  There is a pile of half-eaten cookies beside him, the white 
stuff scraped off and the brown stuff discarded.)

The Church
(Javi bends to pick up a bill that is lying beside the “Remember the Poor” 
box but it leaps away from him.  Jarod steps up to him.)
Jarod: Hey Gotcha.  I found this in a novelty shop on the peer.
Javi: Yeah very funny.
Jarod: Just when you think it’s your lucky day you find out it’s not.  (He 
puts the bill in the poor box.)
Javi: So, what are you doing here?
Jarod: Same as you.  Looking for peace of mind.  (He holds up one of the 
newspaper articles that features a photograph of Tom King’s daughter.  
Javi takes it from him and looks at it.)  And the answer to why she will 
never see her father again.
Javi: Who the hell are you, huh?
Jarod: I don’t really know.  But last night I became you. And I realised 
why you came here so much.  Why you feel so guilty.  And why you and 
Bilson didn’t save a father’s life.
Javi: We searched for him for two days.
Jarod: But you made sure the search was in areas where you knew he 
wouldn’t be found.  You couldn’t afford for him to be found alive, could 
you?
Javi: You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.  (He thrusts the 
article back and Jarod and storms away.)
Jarod: I know that you and Bilson make the same patrol in the south 
sector every Tuesday night and every Wednesday afternoon you make a 
rather sizeable deposit into your private account on Coronada.  So, just 
what kind of contraband are you running?
Javi: You’re crazy man.
Jarod: Am I?  (He hands Javi one of the photographs of Tom King’s boat.)  
The paint on the hull is going to match the rescue cruiser you and Bilson 
were in the night he went down.  (Jarod sits down on one of the pews, 
looks up at Javi and softens his tone, no longer being the accuser.)  You 
can search every where you want for salvation, but the only place you’re 
gonna find it is in the truth you’re running from.

Outside the Church
(Jarod and Javi walk down the stairs of the church together.)
Javi: Me and Bilson meet a Mexican hauler named the Santa Marca every 
Tuesday night, bringing in a shipment of something.  I think it’s rock but 
I’m not positive.  We’re just paid delivery boys.  I don’t know how we hit 
his boat.   It was foggy.  I just couldn’t see it but we sheared it right in 
half.  I swung  around and, and spotted him in the water. 
Jarod: He was still alive.
Javi: Yeah.  (He sits down and Jarod sits on a step below him.)  He looked 
up at me and all I could think was what a small world.  I used to see him 
with his daughter and his wife at Mass.  And I think he recognised me too.  
And then he put his hand up to me.  So I tried to pull him on board but 
Bilson stopped me.  He literally put a gun to my head and told me to leave 
him.  
Jarod: If you saved him?
Javi: Yeah, we’d go to jail.  I’d take prison in a heartbeat if I could get out 
of this hell I’m in.

Jarod’s Lair
(Jarod is working on his painting and eating Pez.  He addresses a parcel in 
brown paper, a pair of novelty chattering false teeth are beside him.  He 
places the Tom King File in an envelope that is addressed to Commander 
Powell.  At the Coast Guard dock he does some work under the dash of 
the Kristi.  Before leaving it he sets the timer on his watch for ten hours.  
He signs his name, in red, on the painting and finally he wraps the 
painting in brown paper and writes Miss Parker’s name on the front of it.  
He makes a phone call.)
Jarod: Hey would you do me a favour?  (Jarod opens a tin of Mixed Nuts 
and the cloth-covered, compressed spring explodes out giving him a 
fright.) Now that’s funny.

Coast Guard
(Jarod runs up to Bilson on the dock.  They are both dressed for work.)
Jarod: I’m sorry I’m late sir.
Bilson: Late for what?
Jarod: Patrol.  I just got the call this morning about riding with you.
Bilson: Riding with me?  Where’s Javi?
Jarod: I don’t know sir.  They told me he was sick.
Bilson: Sick?
Jarod: Actually I’m not feeling very well myself.  Bad sushi.  You mind if I 
hit the head and catch up with you?
Bilson: (He replies, but distractedly.)  Sure.  Sure.
Jarod: Is there something wrong?
Bilson: No.  Everything’s great.
Jarod: Alright.  I will see you in a minute.  (He smiles after Bilson leaves.)
(Bilson goes out onto the pier.  He calls out to the mechanic when he 
realises that the 45 is missing.)
Bilson: Where’s 45?
Tech: I guess it’s on patrol.  The Kristi’s . . .
Bilson: Yeah purring, I know.

On Javi’s Boat
(Bilson boards Javi’s boat and goes into the cabin.)
Bilson: Javi?  Javi?  (He opens the hatch to the lower deck and then 
checks the locker.  He notices that the crucifix that is usually hanging 
there is gone.  The radio crackles with static.)
Radio: Santa Marca to Robin 247.   Santa Marca to Robin 247.  Come in 
247.
Bilson: Are you insane?  We’re not on a scheduled radio contact until 
tonight.
Radio: We are confirming that we got your message.  As per your 
request, the rendezvous will be at 10 am today.  You will be there Javi?  
Hello Javi?
Bilson: Alright today.  I’ll be there. 
Radio: Adios.  (The man on the radio is actually the guy that Jarod had 
used at the YMCA to forward his phone calls.  Bilson is still sitting at the 
desk pondering this development when Jarod sticks his head into the 
cabin.)
Jarod: Oh there you are sir.  I’m ready if you are.
Bilson: Oh it’s alright, Lieutenant.  It’s a routine patrol.  I’ll do it alone.
Jarod: Are you sure?
Bilson: Yeah.  Yeah.  Go take care of your gut man.
Jarod: Well thank you sir.

YMCA
(Miss Parker kicks down the door of room 235.  The man who was re-
routing Jarod’s telephone calls sticks his head out of room 234.)
Parker: You couldn’t tell us he lived next door?
Man: You didn’t ask.

Inside Room 235
Sydney: (Putting his finger in something on the table and testing its 
consistency.)  Paint.
(Sam hands her the red notebook that Jarod has left behind and she 
starts flicking through it.)
Parker: Come on.

The Kristi
(The engine dies as the numbers on Jarod’s watch click down to zero.)

Coast Guard Pier
(Miss Parker approaches the Coast Guard mechanics.)
Parker: Excuse me, have either of you seen this man?

The Kristi
Bilson: (Bilson tries the engine again.)  That’s just great.  That’s great.  
Great.  Purring like a damn kitten.  (He picks up the microphone of the 
radio and tries to contact the Santa Marca but receives no response.  He 
takes out his binoculars and scans the horizon.  He spots Rescue 45 
coming towards him.  He picks up the radio again.)
Bilson: Rescue 45, come in.  Is that you Javi?  Rescue 45 you’re on a 
direct course for my craft.  Veer off.  Rescue 45 veer off.  Rescue 45 
you’re coming straight at me.  Rescue 45. Veer off.  Veer off.  (He waves 
his arms above his head in an attempt to get the skippers attention.  
Eventually he realises that the boat is not going to veer off so he jumps 
over board.  Jarod, who is steering the 45, circles back around and 
continues to circle around Bilson.)

Bilson: Hey!
Jarod: Oh my God!
Bilson: What the hell’s the wrong with you man?  Are you blind or 
something.  Toss me a line.  
Jarod: I can’t sir.
Bilson: What?
Jarod: I’m sorry.  But I can’t rescue you.
Bilson: You’re bucking for a court martial Lieutenant.
Jarod: That is serious sir, but you see a court martial, it won’t exactly 
affect me.  You see, I’m not really a lieutenant.  The truth is I’m not really 
in the Coast Guard.
Bilson: You get me out of here.
Jarod: Oh, don’t worry.  You’ll be okay.  Men have been known to tread 
water for days.
Bilson: This isn’t funny.
Jarod: Oh, you’re right.  It’s terrifying.  You’re all alone.  You can’t see 
anything but water and you start thinking about what might be down 
there.  What just bumped you below the surface?   And after a while your 
nerves will settle down, but unfortunately, that’s when your body starts to 
ache and the only way to stop the pain is to stop treading.  But then you 
start to sink.  And in that instant between life and death you think about 
all the people and all the things you left behind.  So you start fighting your 
way back to the surface.  You fight for your life.
Bilson: You can’t leave me here.
Jarod: Sure I can.  Just like you left Tom King.  (Jarod salutes him and 
leaves.)
Bilson: No. No.  No.  Noooo!

Coast Guard Station
(Javi approaches Commander Powell and Lieutenant Poole.)
Javi: Excuse me sir.  There’s something you have to see.  (Javi hands him 
a file that contains the information that Jarod has unearthed about the 
Tom King rescue.)
Commander: What’s this?
Javi: The truth, sir.

Rescue 45
Jarod: Rescue Unit 45 to base.  Requesting pick up near DF Buoy Number 
29.  Oh, take your time getting there.  It’s just a little . . . floating debris.

Pursuit Boat
(Miss Parker, Sydney, and Sam are on a boat being steered by another 
sweeper.  They approach Jarod’s boat at speed.)
Parker: There he is.
(Jarod steers his craft away from the other and they follow.  They start to 
catch up.)
Sydney: (He uses the boat’s microphone to hail the other boat.)  Hello 
Jarod.
Jarod: Hello Sydney.
Parker: Give that to me!  (She grabs the microphone from Sydney.)  
There’s no where to go this time. 
Jarod: Sydney raised me to believe my mind could take me anywhere. 
(Jarod’s craft picks up speed and he starts to pull away from Miss Parker 
and the others.  Jarod pulls down the wind-breakers around the cockpit.  
Jarod’s boat starts to slow and then stops.)
Sydney: He’s out of fuel.
Parker: It’s like I told you Sydney, the smart ones always do something 
stupid.  (The sweeper pulls their boat up beside Jarod’s.)  Get him.
(Sam, the sweeper, climbs across to the other boat.)
Sydney: He’s not there?
Parker: How?
Sam: I don’t know.  But he left you this.  (He picks up a piece of Y 
notepaper from the bench seat and hands it to Miss Parker.  It reads “For 
Miss Parker”  Attached to the notepaper is a piece of fake dog poop and a 
DSA dated 4/13/70.)

Magdeline
(Roy is listening to the Bird Catchers Song from “The Magic Flute” by 
Mozart.  Jarod swims up to the boat.)
Jarod: Hiya Roy! 
Abbott: Jarod!
Jarod: Nice day for a swim.

(On the dock a newspaper in a newsstand headline reads “Drowning 
Revealed as Murder . . . ”.   Tom King’s wife and daughter open the parcel 
from Jarod to discover the St Anthony statue.) 

(At the Coast Guard base, in an official ceremony Martha receives her 
promotion.)

Miss Parker’s Residence
(Miss Parker, dressed for bed, smoking a cigarette and having a nightcap, 
after some indecision inserts the DSA in the reader.  The painting that 
Jarod painted is propped up beside her.)

DSA
Jarod: What’s that Sydney?
Sydney: I don’t know.
Catherine Parker: Noooooooo!  No!  No!
Jarod: They’re trying to hurt her!  (Jarod turns to run towards the door 
but Sydney grabs him from behind.)
Sydney: Stay here Jarod.
Sweeper:  Get her off the elevator.
Jarod: Stop.  (Jarod struggles to go to Miss Parker.)
Sweeper: Get the kid out of here.  (Miss Parker struggles against the two 
sweepers who are pulling her away.
Sydney: No Jarod.   Stay back.
Sweeper: Get her out of here.  Get her out of the elevator.
(The DSA stops on the image of the tortured expression of the young Miss 
Parker.  Miss Parker turns and looks at the Jarod’s painting.  It depicts 
that same image.  Miss Parker picks up her phone and dials.)
Parker: It’s me.  I want to know what really happened to my Mum.

At the San Diego Yacht Club
(Jarod ties off Roy’s boat.)
Jarod: Thanks Roy.
Abbott: Hey it ain’t nothing.
Jarod: Magdaline’s out there somewhere.  What are you going to do?
Abbott: I think I’ll take a walk.  (Jarod helps Roy climb off the boat and 
Roy shakes his hand before letting go.)  Thank you.  How about you?
Jarod: I think I’ll take a drive.

At the Race Track
(Jarod suited up, puts his helmet on and his pit crew strap him into the 
racing car.)
Starter: Gentlemen.  Start your engines.

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