SEASON 1  
EPISODE 1  
“Pilot”
Writers: Steven Long Mitchell and Craig Van Sickle
Director: Rick Wallace
Sim Lab
(The picture is in black and white.  In the bottom left hand corner of the 
screen a message reads “4/2/63 For Centre Use Only”.  The “film” shows 
a young boy about four or five years of age standing in the middle of a 
room surveying the work that it would appear that he has just completed 
on the construction of the Empire State Building using Lego blocks.  He 
looks at the copy and then turns and compares it with pictures of different 
views of the real thing that are  projected onto a wall of the room.  
Satisfied he turns towards the door which has an observation window.  He 
walks towards the door. Outside the door, a head and shoulders of a man 
comes into view.)
Jarod: Finished!
Sydney: This one has only been with us for thirty-six hours and he’s 
already demonstrating more talent than any of our others.
Jarod: (He knocks on the door, puts his hands up to the one way glass 
and tries to peer out.)  Hey I’m finished.
(The door slides open and Sydney enters the room.)
Sydney: (He bends down so that he is on the same level as the boy.)  
Hello, Jarod.  I’m Sydney.  I’ll be taking care of you for a while.
Jarod: Why?  Where’s my mum and dad?

INTRODUCTION
(Voice Over: -
There are extraordinary individuals among us known as PRETENDERS.  
Geniuses with the ability to insinuate themselves into any walk of life, to 
literally become anyone.

In 1963 a corporation called the Centre isolated one such PRETENDER, a 
young boy named Jarod.  Locked in a controlled environment they 
exploited his genius for their “unofficial” research.

Then one day, their PRETENDER ran away. )

Anchorage Alaska
1996
(A helicopter approaches a tanker and lands on its deck.  Miss Parker is a 
tall, leggy brunette, wearing tight fitting clothes under a padded jacket 
and very high heeled shoes.  Sydney is a distinguished looking gentlemen, 
late fifties.  He too is wearing a bulky padded jacket and gloves.  Miss 
Parker and Sydney disembark onto the deck of the ship and are met by a 
sailor. He leads the way across the open deck towards the bridge.)
Sailor:  (Indicating the cigarette that she is smoking.)  Mam, the 
materials on board are highly explosive.
Parker: So am I.
(She drops the cigarette on the deck and crushes it.)

The Bridge
(Miss Parker and Sydney are examining various items on the ship’s 
bridge.)
Sailor: I never agreed with the company about flushing our tanks at sea.  
I knew those chemicals had to be doing something nasty.  Hell, I’m glad 
that Captain Jarod turned us in.  You know I kind of miss the guy.  
Although he was a little weird.  Everything with him was always twenty 
questions.  And always the same subject.
Parker: Which was?
Sailor: People. 
Parker: (Miss Parker picks up a red–covered notebook and starts flipping 
through the pages.) This belong to curious George?
Sailor: Yes.  Everything’s just as he left it.  The company made sure of 
that.   Say are you pulling my cork about Jarod not really being a captain?
Parker:  Thank you for your help. (She offers him a forced smile.  The 
man gets the message and leaves.)
Sydney: (Sydney looks over her shoulder at the contents of the 
notebook.)  What is it?
Parker: Articles about that (?)  village where everyone was getting sick 
from the contaminated fish.
Sydney:  Hmm.
Parker: He must have been in quite a hurry to leave all this behind. 
Sydney: It’s got to be intentional.  It’s a breadcrumb.  He’s trying to keep 
me close.
Parker: (Her tone mocking)  Your little monster needs his teddy bear, hey 
Syd?
Sydney: Jarod is not a monster.
Parker: Call him what you want, Dr Frankenstein.  Just tell me where he 
is?
Sydney: I don’t know where he is Miss Parker but I’m afraid I know what 
he’s up to.
(Sydney looks at the front cover of a large text book that is lying open 
along with another.  The title is “Modern Surgical Techniques.”)

Hospital Emergency Waiting Room
(It is a busy area of the hospital with lots of noise, action and people.  
Walking through the centre of the throng is a tall, slender man with dark 
hair and dark eyes.  He is dressed for a cold climate, dark trousers, turtle-
necked sweater and an overcoat.  This, we assume is Sydney’s ‘monster’ 
Jarod, confident, not looking like a person who had been isolated from the 
world for thirty years.  

Jarod comes across a man who is pushing his mother down a busy 
hospital corridor and trying to get instructions as to where to take his 
mother.)
Son: Excuse me.  Excuse me.  (He manages to get the attention of a 
nurse.)  My mother’s here for an exploratory.
Gwen: Ah, you’re in the wrong place.  You want admitting.
(The woman in the wheel chair is protesting loudly but in Greek.)
Gwen: Speak English honey.
(Jarod has been watching the exchange with interest.)
Son: She won’t speak English.
Jarod:  She says she doesn’t want to be cut open.  She doesn’t trust 
doctors.  I don’t blame her.  (The woman looks at him.)
Gwen: End of the hall (?) .
(The man pushes his mother along the corridor.  The woman in the wheel 
chair twists so that she can look at Jarod.  He smiles at her.)

(A young girl, on a gurney and wearing an oxygen mask is being rushed 
along the corridor a trail of nurses, ambulance attendants in its wake.)
Orderly: (?)  BP is 80 over 40.  Pulse is 110.  Rapid and thready.  She’s 
cyanotic.
Gwen: Hold it!  Okay! Get Doctor Shapiro.  (They wheel her into a 
treatment room.)
Nurse: He’s in OR 3.
Gwen: Then page Doctor Trader!  Okay, hold on sweetie, you’ll be fine.  
Nicole get ENT. Stat!  Alright fellows let’s go.  (They lift her, using the 
blanket under her, onto the treatment table.)  Let’s go.  1 .. 2.. 3  Hyper 
extend her head.  Where the hell is Trader?
(Jarod has followed them into the treatment room.  He takes off his over 
coat.)
Nicole: I’ve paged him but he’s not answering.
Nurse: Her pressure’s falling.
Jarod: (He is putting on surgical gloves.)  Get me a 3cc size syringe and a 
size A ET Tube.
Gwen: Get security to get this man out of here!  (One of the nurses gets 
on the phone.)
Nurse: (Stethoscope in position, she is standing at the head of the table.)  
She’s going into respiratory arrest.
Jarod: (He turns towards Gwen and holds out the needle towards her.)  
She’s not breathing.  Do you want to do the trach yourself?
Nurse: O2s right down.
Jarod:  (He turns back to the little girl.)  Prepare to ventilate.
Gwen: NO! Get security now.  Get a doctor!
Jarod: I am a doctor.  (He inserts the needle into the girls throat.)
(Two security men arrive on the scene.)
Security: What’s the problem Gwen? . . . Gwen?
(Gwen holds out a hand towards the security men.)
Gwen: Leave him be.
Jarod: Give me the syringe, remove the plunger.  (He attaches the 
syringe to the end of the needle.)  Give me the top of the et tube.  Give 
me the bag.  (He attaches the bag to the top of the ET tube and pumps 
it.)
Hendricks: (A tall imposing gentleman, in suit and tie has entered and is 
watching the end of the procedure.) What the hell is going on here?
Nurse 2: Air entry on both sides of the chest.  She’s pinking out.
Jarod:  (Jarod turns to his audience, most who seem to be standing 
around looming amazed.)  Now that’s a nice sound.  

the
pretender
(Jarod and Dr Hendricks, the man in charge, are walking down a hospital 
corridor towards Hendricks’ office.  Jarod is now wearing  hospital scrubs.)
Hendricks: You don’t have to apologise.  You saved her life.
(They are approached by Gwen. She hands Dr Hendricks a clipboard.)
Gwen: Oh, Dr Hendricks, I need your signature on lines four and ten 
please.
Hendricks: FYI Russell.  If you need anything done around here ask 
Gwen.  I may run the place but Gwen, she’s the boss.
(Nicole approaches a door, opens it, flicks the OPEN sign over so that the 
OUT TO LUNCH BACK AT side is face up, enters the room to be greeted by 
a smiling young man, before closing the door behind her.  Jarod watches 
this with interest.)
Gwen:
(Another doctor approaches them at high speed.  He is a bit breathless.)
Trader: Miles.  Sorry.  I’m late.
Hendricks: Dr Jarod Russell,  Dr Allan Trader, Chief of Surgery.
Jarod: Nice to meet you. (Jarod turns and shakes his hand.)
Trader: I hear I missed you in action this morning doctor.
Hendricks: I’ve never seen a trach done like that before.  Is that a new 
procedure they’re teaching at Hopkins?
Jarod: Well, actually I read it in a book.  (The two doctors laugh at what 
they think is a joke.  Jarod joins in.  They enter Hendricks office. 
Hendricks goes behind his desk and picks up a file.) 
Trader: Well, where ever you learnt it I appreciate you standing in for me 
like that.  I don’t know what happened to my damn beeper but it won’t 
happen again.  (He holds out the new device which Jarod obligingly peers 
at.)  Brand new.  Even takes messages.
Hendricks: Please, sit down.  (Jarod sits in the chair opposite the desk 
and Trader sits on the corner of the desk facing him.)  Well your record at 
Hopkins was impeccable.  We are honoured to have you on board.
Trader: Not many doctors of your credentials come to a hospital as small 
as ours.
Jarod: (Steepling his fingers in front of his chest.)  Well I could tell you 
that it was for the career opportunity but the truth is that you’re the only 
hospital that is offering stock options.  And rumour has it that you might 
be purchased by an HMO.
Hendricks: (Trader and Hendricks exchange a look, surprised at the 
extent of Jarod’s knowledge.  Hendricks is cautious in his reply.)  We’ve 
been talking to some people.
Trader: Don’t worry Russell.  Stick with us and you’ll be driving a new 
Lexus in no time. (He laughs confidentially patting Jarod on the shoulder. 
Jarod joins in with the laughter.)
Hendricks: But onto more important business.  Do you play racketball?
Jarod:  I’ve heard of it.
Hendricks: Good.  Good.  We’ll have a game.  (Jarod nods.)  Well 
welcome to Queen of Angels.  We’re happy to have you.
Jarod:  It’s a pleasure to be here.  (Jarod stands and shakes Hendricks’ 
offered hand.)

The Centre
Blue Cove, Delaware
(The Centre is a large stone structure by a lake.  Miss Parker and Sydney 
are walking down a wide and long corridor.  It has an institutionalised air, 
white walls, uncarpeted floors and lit from what appears to be a skylight 
high above them.)
Parker: Imagine my excitement at being recalled from Corporate.  Only 
you could have created a mess big enough to put me back in the field.
Sydney: I am thrilled to be working with you as well.
Parker: Not for long.  We’ve tagged his account in Anchorage.  He uses 
an ATM anywhere, he’s ours.
Sydney: Don’t underestimate him.  If we’re to catch him we need to be 
patient.
Parker: Look Syd, you might be satisfied in your laboratory probing small 
minds for solutions to big problems but I have career goals that do not 
include slopping across the country chasing after wonder boy.
Sydney: You were such a happy little girl.  What happened to you?
(They stop at a door and Miss Parker punches a code into a key pad 
beside it.)
Parker: I grew up Sydney.  So should you.
(A little girl, possible four years old, rides down the corridor on a tricycle. The lock buzzes 
and they enter what was Jarod’s room.) 

Jarod’s Space
(It is well lit room quite large and on two levels.  There are white walls with lots of shiny 
surfaces and modern furniture. However, it has no visible windows.  The top level 
appears to be a living area, holding a table and chairs, television and video equipment on 
a trolley and an area behind a partition which can not be seen.  The sleeping area and 
desk with computer is on a lower level).

Sydney: This is a waste of energy.  I’ve been through Jarod’s room a 
thousand times.
Parker: Well I haven’t.
Sydney: What are you hoping to find?
Parker: He left a breadcrumb on the tanker and I’ll bet he left one here.  
Run the sim.
Sydney: (Sydney pushes a button which plunges the room into darkness.  
A large screen comes to life behind the desk.  It shows a plane crash, the 
plane disintegrating and bursting into flame as it hits the ground.)  This is 
Jarod’s last project.  When the black box on this aircraft wasn’t recovered 
Jarod simulated the final moments of the crash.  And in using his innate 
pretender skills Jarod effectively became each member of the cockpit crew 
and pinpointed the cause of the crash for our clients.
Parker: (She turns off the video and the lights come on again.)  Hell of an 
environment you keep him in.  With input like this we will find him 
masquerading as a postal worker somewhere.
Sydney: He doesn’t masquerade.   He’s a pretender.  He becomes anyone 
he wants to be.
Parker: Well the Centre should have stuck to computers for their 
simulations. They don’t run away.
Sydney: But they’re not human.  They can’t feel what the crew was 
feeling as the plane lost power, how their emotions contributed to their 
own fate. 
(Miss Parker has stops listening to Sydney as she has noticed something 
of significance on Jarod’s desk.)
Parker:  (She picks up an origami figure that is resting on top of a stand 
on the desk.)  Very very clever.  Do you know what this is?
Sydney: An origami angel but I haven’t figured out the emotional 
connection to him yet.
Parker:  It’s not an angel.  It’s wings are bent.  It’s Onyssius.  The Greek 
god of retribution.  Defends the weak and abused.
Sydney: I’m impressed.  How do you know so much about Greek Lore?
Parker: I did a lot of frat boys in college.  Here’s your breadcrumb 
Sydney.  Your sociopath thinks his some kind of vigilante getting even for 
the little guy. (She hands Onyssius to Sydney who looks in wonder at the 
figure but can only shake his head.)
Taxi, New York City
Jarod:  St Andrews Middle School, Queens
(As the taxi moves off, Jarod opens a red bound notebook, similar to the 
one that Miss Parker found on the tanker.  This one contains newspaper 
articles.  “Injured 12 Year Old Kevin Bailey” with a picture of a boy in a 
wheel chair.  “Boy Looses Parents” is the heading on another of the 
articles.)

Outside St Andrew’s Middle School, Queens
(Jarod is standing at the counter of an Ice Cream van examining a soft 
serve ice cream cone.  He turns it upside down  and tests its texture by 
rubbing some between his fingers.  The ice cream man gives him a weird 
look.)
Ice cream man: It tastes better before it melts.
Jarod: Oh right.  (He tentatively tastes it.)  Hey this is good.  (He tastes 
some more.)  This is really very good! Do they whip air into it to fluff it 
up?
Ice cream man:  I don’t make it pal.  I just serve it.  
(A school bell rings and Jarod turns and watches as a young boy, Kevin 
Bailey from the newspaper article,  in a wheel chair  stops to watch some 
other students at play.  Jarod watches him as Kevin’s grandfather (?) 
comes and takes him to the van.  Jarod’s face reflects the pain on the 
boy’s face.

On the Street:
(Jarod is standing in front of a bank of television sets in a shop front.  A 
homeless man with a long beard and scruffy clothes is standing beside 
him, also watching the televisions. The show is Wheel of Fortune.)
Jarod: Now, this is fascinating.  They win money for guessing word 
puzzles?
Homeless Man 1: What, you’ve never seen Wheel of Fortune?  What rock 
you been living under?
Jarod:  I, I’ve been busy.  (Jarod looks at the current puzzle.  Only three 
letters ‘T’ ‘H’ and ‘E’ have been  added to the puzzle.)  The Courtship of 
Miles Standish?  (The homeless man looks at him in disbelief.)
Homeless Man 2: (Loud attention-getting whistle)  Hey!  (Jarod walks up 
to the man.)  We got ourselves a little situation here.  You see the ATM 
says that your bank account in Alaska has been frozen.  (He holds out the 
transaction slip.)  No pun.  (Jarod takes the slip and smiles.)  Now maybe 
you’re happy but I’m out a Benji for my efforts.
Jarod: Did you do what I asked?
Homeless Man 2: I fanged.  It was an Oscar winning performance.
Jarod: Thank you. (Jarod hands him some money.)
Homeless Man 2: You give me a c-note for telling you you’re broke?  
Jarod: We had an agreement.
Homeless Man 2: Hey, whatever sends you.  Hey, you know where to 
find me, huh?
(The first homeless man is still watching Wheel of Fortune but the puzzle 
has been solved all but for the letter ‘U’. He looks around at Jarod.  The 
puzzle – “THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH”)

The Hospital
Jarod’s Office
(Jarod has just finished removing blood from his own arm when there is a 
knock on the door.  He is now in his more formal doctor attire long 
sleeved shirt and tie.  The red notebook is open beside his computer 
keyboard.)  
Jarod: Just a second! (He quickly gathers up the equipment, opens the 
drawer of his desk and drops the paraphernalia in it before closing it 
again.)  Come in.  (He rolls down the sleeve of his shirt using the desk as 
cover.)
Nicole: (Nicole is a trainee nurse, blonde, petite and pretty possible 
twenty years of age.)  Morning Dr Russell.  Sorry to bother you.  But could 
you go and talk to the Greek lady.  She yells at everyone who goes into 
her room.  Nobody understands what she’s saying.
Jarod: Okay.  I’ll be right there.  Oh, Nicole.  Do me a favour.  Have the 
lab run a complete diagnostic testing on this.  (He hands her the tube 
containing his blood.)  Put a rush on it.
Nicole: Sure.
Jarod: Thankyou.

Mrs Mykos’s Room
(Jarod knocks on her door, enters and greets her in her native tongue. He 
has now added a white coat and stethoscope to his doctor’s ‘uniform‘.  Mrs 
Mykos is sitting up in bed.) 
Mrs Mykos:  Are you a doctor?
Jarod: I am today.  You speak English.
Mrs Mykos: When I feel like it.  And I don’t need no operation.
Jarod: (Jarod puts down her chart, pushes her back onto her pillows and 
starts to probe her abdomen.)   This hurts doesn’t it?
Mrs Mykos:  Hell, yes.  (She moves closer to him and speaks 
confidentially.)  I haven’t been for weeks.
Jarod: (Jarod leans over to her and in just the same confidential tone 
responds.)  Well you need to relax.
Mrs Mykos:  How can I relax with all these tests?   And now they want to 
cut me open.
Jarod: Okay if you don’t want surgery, I’ll cancel it.
Mrs Mykos:  No surgery?
Jarod: No, we’re going to try something else.
Greek Lady:  You’re no doctor.  (Jarod seems to be concerned as he 
thinks he’s been caught out.)  You’re a human being. (Jarod smiles at 
her.)

The Centre
Tech Room
(This room is on two levels a walkway mezzanine overlooking a semi-
darkened room filled with computer monitors and terminals and a large 
display terminal taking up most of the far wall.)
Parker: Sandy, make my day.
Sandy: (Sandy is a slight, blonde haired woman who has walked along 
the mezzanine to meet Miss Parker.)  We have an ATM hit on Jarod’s 
Anchorage account.  
Parker: Some genius.
Sandy: Satellite feed should be up in two seconds.  He’s in Sante Fe, New 
Mexico.
Parker: Call the hangar.  Get the jet ready.
Sandy: No hold on.  He’s in Rome, no, Luxembourg.
(Activity gets frantic on the main floor as the Techs try to locate Jarod’s 
position.)
Parker:  The little S.O.B. has scrambled the ATM system.
Techs:  Miami, Chicago, Philadelphia, Barcelona.
(The large screen comes to life with video footage from an ATM machine.  
It is the homeless man who Jarod used to check his anchorage account.  
He holds up a sign “HI GUYS”.  He mouths the words and blows them a 
kiss, fanging the entire time.)
Parker:  Hello Jarod.

Hospital
Outside Radiology
Gwen: You cancelled Mrs Mykos’s surgery.
Jarod: Yes I did.
Gwen: Fine.  You’re the doctor.  Just as long as I don’t get blamed for 
anything.
Jarod: And now I would like to try her on a herb tea called Cassia Senna.
Gwen: Doctor, this is Queens’ .  We don’t do tea.
Jarod: We do now.  And I would like the key to radiology please.  (He 
holds out his hand.)
Gwen:  Well, Andy’s out to lunch but . . .
Jarod: I know.
Gwen: (She takes the key off her bunch and hands it to Jarod.)  There 
you are.  (She turns to where a boy and a man are sitting on a bench.  
She holds out her arms.  The boy moves to her.)  Hey!  
Child: Hi Momma.  
Gwen: How’s my little sugar baby? (She picks him up and gives him a big 
hug.)  Did you bring my lunch today?
Child: Guess what it is.
(Jarod watches the exchange with a smile on his face but sadness in his 
eyes.)
Radiology
(The “OUT TO LUNCH” sign is displayed.  Jarod unlocks the door, enters 
the Radiology room which is in darkness except for the illumination 
provided by one set of x-ray viewing panels.  Behind the x-ray table on 
the floor, there is some movement which Jarod glances at then ignores as 
he moves to the x-ray viewing panels and starts hanging x-rays taken 
from an envelope he has been carrying under his arm.)
Jarod: I could use a hand with these that is if you have one free.  
Nicole: Oh my God.  It’s Doctor Russell.  (Nicole jumps up off the floor 
and starts to straighten her clothes.)
Andy: Who’s Dr Russell?  (Andy too, quickly stands and starts buttoning 
his shirt.)
Jarod: (He waves.)  I’m new. 
Andy: (Coming over to Jarod still hastily rearranging his clothes.)  I’m 
embarrassed but ah, but always happy to help doc.  Ah now.  (He puts on 
his glasses and looks at the films.)  I don’t understand.  Kevin Bailey is 
Doctor Trader’s patient.  Any special reason why you’re looking at these?
Jarod: Any reason why you’re in here half naked.  I can be forgetful if you 
can.
Andy: (He looks at Jarod in some surprise and then smiles.)  Right.  The 
problem is right here at the T8.  The eight thoracic vertebrae was crushed 
severing his spinal cord.  The kid never had a chance.
Jarod: That I understand but look here.  (Jarod indicates something on 
the x-ray.)
Andy:  Yeah?
Jarod:  This it the pre-op and this is the post-op x-ray.  But both of them 
are identical.  How is that possible?
Andy: It’s not.  Someone must have made a duplicate of the post-op x-
ray.  You see that fogging in the corner there.   The old processor we keep 
in the basement does that.  I spilt some soda on it when I first started 
working here.  The new processor is fog-free.
Nicole: Why would someone make a copy of a post-operative x-ray and 
label it pre-op?
Jarod: Makes you wonder.

Jarod’s Lair
(Jarod is sitting at his desk which faces the windows.  He is looking at 
what looks like a small television screen that is enclosed within a case.  
There is a keyboard and roller mouse ball.  He flicks a switch on the 
control panel, selects what looks like a small version of a compact disk 
from a slot in the case and inserts it into the player.  The screen comes to 
life.

DSA (Digitally Stored Archive)
(On the bottom of the screen “JAROD 10/31/70 FOR CENTRE USE ONLY”   
The scene depicts a twelve year old boy.  He is running backwards and 
forwards up a set of four stairs towards the simulation of a door.  He is 
holding a long slender brown paper wrapped parcel in his hands.  On the 
far wall of the room is a large video screen.  Sydney is sitting on a chair 
out of the way watching what Jarod is doing.)
Young Jarod: I’m on the last flight of stairs terrified of what I am about 
to do.  My heart’s pounding.  My hands sweeting.  I can hardly hold onto 
the package that I’ve told everyone is curtain rods. . . . Sydney is it 
possible for kids to forget their parents?
Sydney: Keep your mind focused Jarod.   Concentrate on the simulation.
Young Jarod: (He stops running up the stairs and rips the brown paper 
off the package revealing a rifle.)As I near the window I can here the 
sounds of the crowd rising from below.  I can see them coming.  How fast 
are they travelling Sydney?
Sydney: Forty miles per hour Jarod.  You know that.
Young Jarod: (He crouches in front of the window.)My mouth’s dry.  My 
hands are shaking.  I raise the (?) carbine. (He starts shooting at the 
motorcade that is being shown on the video screen.  It is the JFK 
motorcade of that fateful day, 22 November 1964.)  I can’t fire enough 
shots before the car goes under the overpass.  I can’t. I can’t do this 
alone.  He wasn’t alone.

Jarod:  He had to have help.  Trader wasn’t alone either Sydney. 

Racketball Court
(Jarod appears to be having trouble keeping up with Hendricks in a rally.  
Finally Jarod misses and is brought up short against the side wall.  Both 
men are enjoying themselves.)
Jarod:  Good one.
Hendricks:  (He bends and picks up his water from the corner of the 
court.)  Good game.  (He toasts Jarod with the bottle and has a drink.)

Club Lounge
(Trader is sitting at a table drinking.  He is relaxed, slumped in his chair. 
Jarod, fresh out of the locker room and dressed in their ‘doctor uniforms’ 
approach his table and sit down.)
Trader: Don’t let it bother you.  He never lets anyone win.
Hendricks: At least he’s competitive.
Trader: He’s young.
Hendricks: And you’re lazy.
Trader: There is that.
Jarod: Kalsix.(?)  You have a heart problem?
Trader: Miles is a class A time bomb.  Two heart attacks.  One more and 
its bypass time.
Hendricks: Which is why I play Racketball.  And I need a refill.
Trader: So do I.  (He clicks his fingers to get the attention of a waiter. 
Hendricks gives him a warning look.)  It’s my day off.  You exercise your 
way.  I’ll exercise mine.
Hendricks: So, Jarod does Queen of Angels get a passing grade?
Jarod:  Absolutely.  Frankly I expected there to be more fallout from the 
malpractice problems.
Hendricks: Unfortunately that’s the cost of doing business.  We’ve had 
our share of difficulties but I would put the Queen of Angel’s record up 
against any hospital in the country.
Jarod: Are you sure there’s no hidden land mines?  Even with the Kevin 
Bailey case?
(Trader suddenly becomes very still.)
Hendricks: That was a tragedy but lets face it an orphan boy in a wheel 
chair make for sensational headlines.
Trader: It was a damn witch hunt!
Hendricks: Yes, but once the frenzy died down the truth came out and 
we were exonerated.  That is all behind us.

The School
(Outside the school, Jarod approaches Kevin Bailey who is wheeling 
himself towards his ride.  Jarod is carrying two ice cream cones.  He holds 
one out to Kevin.)
Kevin: Get serious.  
Jarod: It’s good.
Kevin: Hasn’t anyone ever told you?  You talk to strangers you end up on 
milk cartons.  (Kevin starts to wheel away from Jarod but Jarod follows.)
Jarod: My name’s Jarod.  It tastes better before it melts. (Kevin is having 
trouble getting his chair to go fast enough to get away from Jarod.)  Do 
your hands still cramp up when you wheel?
Kevin: (Kevin stops wheeling and looks up at Jarod.)  How would you 
know about it?
Jarod: I have a good imagination.  (There is the sounds of kids having a 
good time from behind them.  Kevin looks towards them, remembering 
the good times.  Jarod pauses and listens too.  He crouches down beside 
Kevin.)  It’s going to get better, I promise.
(Kevin gives him a look of disgust fuelled by anger and leaves.)

The Centre
Jarod’s Space
(Sydney is sitting in a chair staring at a wall when the intercom buzzes.  
He turns and flicks a switch.)
Secretary: Sir, there’s a Shreve Harmon calling on line seven.. 
Sydney: Shreve and Harmon.  Built the Empire State Building.  Put him 
through and trace the call. (The phone buzzes and he picks it up.)   Very 
clever Jarod. (Laughing.)   Are you alright?
Jarod: I’m broke.  You froze my bank account.
Sydney:  I must have just missed you in Cincinnatti.  The flowers were 
still fresh.
Jarod: (Jarod is sitting cross legged on a chair, phone tucked on his 
shoulder while he fiddles with an origami figure.)  Well my parents had 
been dead for thirty years,  I figured it was time to say goodbye.
Sydney: I want you to come home.
Jarod: Well that’s an interesting way of putting it.  Home.
Sydney: Why did you leave?
Jarod: You’re the shrink Sydney.  You want the truth?  It’s because of the 
lies.  Your lies.
Sydney: What lies? 
(Jarod stands and looks at a number of newspaper articles which he has 
stuck to the wall near his desk.  He pulls one of them down.)
Jarod: I found out the real application of my simulations Sydney.  South 
Pacific Fleet simulation  118.  You took my results and blew a ship out of 
the water.  133 people were on board.  My outbreak simulation.  You used 
it in the field.  46 people died from the Ebola virus Sydney!  Simulation 
27.  Simulation 16.  Simulation 42!
Sydney: (Sydney stands up and starts pacing.)  Jarod these were military 
contracts.  I had no way of finding out about their ultimate application.
Jarod: How many people died because of what I thought up?  
(Miss Parker enters Jarod’s Space and picks up the extension phone.)
Sydney: You need to come home.  I’m worried about you. I’ve been 
walking around your room and it feels empty.
Jarod: (He crouches down beside his chair and picks up his PEZ dispenser 
from where it had fallen to the floor.)  Well I can’t say that I miss it.  And 
by the way, (He pops a PEZ into his mouth.)  ice cream is good.
Sydney: Jarod this is getting serious.  They brought in Miss Parker.
Jarod: O Oh.  Well you’d better watch your back too Sydney.
Sydney: What are you doing Jarod?
Jarod:  Using the skills you taught me.  (He disconnects, goes to take 
another PEZ but it’s empty.  He throws it on the chair.)

(Jarod is lying on his stomach on the bed waiting for an ID card to come 
out of a laminating machine.  It contains a picture of himself, JDR in big 
letters with Jarod D. Russell under it and an ID no, C75.  He picks it up 
and looks at it.)
 
The Centre
Tech Room
(The Techs are in a mild panic as Miss Parker enters and is met by 
Sandy.)
Tech 1:  We’ve been locked out here.  
Tech 2: Are you getting anything at all?
Tech 1:  Let me try a new access code.
Parker: Talk to me.
Sandy: We’ve been locked out.  Our client hired us to see if the Stock 
Exchange was vulnerable to manipulation.
Sydney: Jarod spent four months on this simulation.
Parker: What’s the problem?
Sandy: Our clients gave us 5 million to test Jarod’s results.
Sydney: Jarod knew today was the day of the test.
Tech 1: Everything was going to plan until someone on the floor started 
to manipulate the markets.  He’s stolen our five million.
Parker: Gee I wonder who that could be?
Sydney: Well at least we know where he is.

New York Street
(Jarod crosses street, removes his bright red jacket and throws it in a 
trash receptacle, smiling while doing it.)

Hospital Roof
(Mrs Mykos is sitting in a wheel chair, laughing.  Jarod is crouched in front 
of her and is making marks on the sole of her foot with a pen.)
Mrs Mykos: That’s some kind medicine you got there.  I’m likely to laugh 
myself dead before I poop.  (Nicole, who is standing to one side hands her 
a cup.)
Jarod: (Jarod laughs along with her.)  Laughter is very good medicine and 
so is reflexology.  Nicole, massage these marks please.
Mrs Mykos: You gotta tell me the truth.
Jarod: (Jarod crouches down beside her.)  What truth?
Mrs Mykos: (She places her hand on the back of his neck.) A man who 
gives me the sun, who massages my feet and who gives me stinky tea.   
Who are you?  (She places her hand on his cheek as she notices his 
crestfallen look.)  Oh so much sadness . . . and so much joy.

Empire State Building
Foyer
Parker: Comforting to know there are only 137 hospitals in the 
Metropolitan New York area.
Desk Clerk: Your rooms have been prepaid Miss Parker.
Parker:  Prepaid.
Desk Clerk: In cash and the gentleman left this.  (He pulls an ice bucket 
from under the counter.  It contains a container of Rocky Road Ice Cream.  
Around it a spray of silver ribbon to which there is a card attached.  Miss 
Parker flicks at  “Welcome to the Empire State”)
Parker: (To Sydney who is trying not to smile.)  Not a word.

The Silver Rail
(Jarod approaches Trader who is sitting at the bar.  He pauses long 
enough to loosen his tie before getting Trader’s attention.)
Jarod: Allan.  Hey!
Trader: Jarod.  Hi!  Hi!  (He pushes his empty martini glass to one side.)  
Denise, (who is approaching him with a fresh martini in her hand)  I’ll 
have another ginger ale please.
Jarod: Make that two ginger ales.
Trader: Well, either you’ve just been mugged or it’s been one hell of a 
shift.
Jarod:  Four gun shot wounds, a lobectomy and a ruptured spleen.  And 
I’m only half way through.  Allan I think I might have screwed up today.  
Really screwed up.

Public Phone
Homeless Man 2:  Hey!  How you doing?  Yeah!  I’m okay.  Hey is this 
Trader’s exchange.  Good.  I’ve gotta get a message to him.  Yeah!

Trader: So, what’s the trouble?
Jarod: The lobectomy.  I think I left a haemo inside when I sewed her up.
Trader: No problem.
Jarod: No problem?  Do you think that’s going to make the HMO happy?
Trader: Check her chart.  If the white count is spiked you found your 
haemo .
Jarod: Then what?
Trader: Take it out. Tell her you found some internal bleeding. Hey, 
you’re the doctor. (Trader’s pager beeps.)  Ah! Always count on it 
happening on your lunch break, huh?  (He reads the message “Where’s 
Bailey’s pre-op film.)  Ah.  I’ve gotta get back.
Jarod: Well thanks for the advice Allan.
Trader: Yeah.

Outside the Hospital
(Jarod follows Trader back to the hospital and watches an exchange 
between Allan and Gwen Porter.  Trader shows Gwen the message on the 
beeper.  She shakes her head.)

Jarod’s Office
(Jarod uses his desktop computer to access The National Police 
Information Network.   He finds a criminal record for Gwen Porter.  
There’s a knock on the door.)
Jarod: Come in.
Nicole: Oh good you’re still here.  The lab report on that blood work up 
you asked for.  (She hands it to Jarod.)
Jarod: Thank you.
(He reads it and doesn’t seem to happy with the results.)
DSA
Sydney: This one’s been with us for only thirty-six hours and he’s already 
demonstrating more talent than any of our others.
Young Jarod: Hey I’m finished.
Sydney: Hi Jarod.  I'm Sydney.
Young Jarod:  Why? Where’s my Mum and Dad?

Corridor of Hotel
(A fireman, complete with helmet and breathing apparatus  is ushering 
people towards the emergency exit.  The building’s fire alert message is 
sounding as well.)
Fireman: Keep moving.  Please remain calm. Keep moving.  Please remain 
calm.  Please make your way to the emergency exits.
(Parker walks past the fireman, turns towards Sydney and gestures 
down.)
Parker: Sydney down stairs.
(As Sydney walks past the fireman, the fireman puts a gloved hand on his 
shoulder.)
Fireman: Just one minute sir.  (The fireman removes his breathing 
apparatus. It is Jarod.)
Sydney: My God!
Jarod: Sorry to wake you Sydney, but I needed to speak to you, face to 
face.
Sydney: You look well.  (Jarod hands him a piece of paper.)  What’s this?
Jarod: Instructions.  For retrieving the Centre’s five million.  (Sydney is 
amused by the gesture.)  Less my commission. Don’t look so surprised.  I 
don’t want money.  I want the truth.
Sydney: What are you talking about?
Jarod: Who am I  Did the centre adopt me.  Was I bought or was I stolen 
and where are my mum and dad.
Sydney: Jarod we’ve been over this a thousand times.  Your parents were 
killed in a plane crash.
Jarod: Yes I know the story Sydney.  It’s been burned into my brain for 
the thirty years.  You see.  I did a little checking.  (He hands Sydney 
another piece of paper.)  There’s this genetic anomaly that’s in my blood 
that should be in my supposed parents.  But it’s not.  Therefore it’s 
impossible that I’m their son.  So the truth, for once.

On the Fire Escape
Parker: (Miss Parker who is lighting a cigarette as she moves down the 
fire escape stops suddenly.)  Dammit!
Sweeper:  What?
Parker: No smoke.  (She turns and starts forcing her way through people 
as she returns up the stairs.)

Empire State Corridor
Sydney: I’m sorry Jarod I didn’t know.  You have to believe me.  But it 
doesn’t matter.
Jarod: It matters to me.  I am not going to be your little science 
experience any more, Sydney.  I can be anything I want to be.  You 
trained me well.  (Sydney nods.)  I can be a doctor, I can be an engineer, 
I can be an astronaut for God’s sake.
Sydney: And so much more.
Jarod: But I don’t know who I am.  Tell me who I am.
Sydney: I don’t know either.  At the time I had no reason to question 
what the Centre told me.  I swear.
Jarod: Then prove it.  Give me tomorrow’s code to the Centre’s 
mainframe.  The truth about who I am has to be in there.
Sydney: You know I can’t do that.
Jarod: Sydney you stole my life.  Please give it back to me.
(Miss Parker and the sweepers appear at the end of the corridor and 
Sydney is forced to come to a quick decision.)
Parker: Sydney!   Shoot him.
Sydney: 75112(?). Go!  (Jarod moves towards the elevator and 
disappears.)  No! No guns.  (Sydney blocks the path of Miss Parker and 
the sweepers giving Jarod time to slip into the elevator and make his 
escape.  By the time Miss Parker gets around Sydney the elevator doors 
have closed.  She bangs her fists on the door in frustration and strides 
back to Sydney.)
Parker:  Make up your mind Sydney.  Be a scientist or a mummy.  You 
can’t be both.  (She marches off down the corridor the sweepers close on 
her heels.)

Train Station
(Jarod is following Gwen as she exits the station.)
Jarod: Excuse me.  Gwen!  Gwen!
Gwen: Dr Russell.
Jarod: Can I speak to you for a minute?
Gwen: Is there a problem? (He hands her a large x-ray envelope.  Gwen 
looks at it.)  You’re not supposed to have that.
Jarod: I knew that Trader was involved.  What I couldn’t figure out was 
why any body help him cover it up.
Gwen: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Jarod: I didn’t either until I found this.  (He hands her a second folder 
that he’d been holding.)  It’s a print out of your record.  Who else knew 
that you were in prison besides Trader?
Gwen: Who the hell are you?
Jarod: Someone who doesn’t think that what happened to Kevin Bailey 
was fair.
Gwen: And you thing that I do?  (Tears well in her eyes.)  You don’t know 
what it took to get back on my feet. I got a job, a got a good man, I got a 
beautiful baby boy. I don’t want to lose them.
Jarod: I don’t want you to lose anything.  Just tell the truth.
Gwen: What would you do if your wife came home and told you that she 
was a crack head and a convict.
Jarod:  I’d say that she’d paid your debt and I’d ask her why she didn’t 
trust me enough to tell me the truth.  At least I think that’s what I’d do.
Gwen: You don’t know how scared I am.
Jarod: I think I do.
Gwen: I had to page Dr Trader that night at the Silver Rail.  We all knew 
that he drank but nobody wanted to admit it.  I showed him the x-rays.  
Even I knew that the boy should have been stabilised.  But he insisted.  I 
was wrong and . .  .
Jarod: . . . he was the doctor.
Gwen:  He severed the little boy’s spinal cord when he moved him.  
(Jarod sighs in disgust or is it relief in having this theory confirmed.)  But 
it was Dr Hendricks who covered it all up and threatened to expose my 
past if I didn’t go along.  See, when Dr Trader realised what he’d done he 
gave me the pre-op x-rays and told me to burn them.  But I couldn’t.  I 
went to Dr Hendricks instead.  I don’t know why I thought it would do any 
good.  He’s been covering fro Trader for years.  He took the x-rays and 
made me swear that I wouldn’t tell anybody that he had them.  He said he 
might be able to use them for insurance. 
Jarod: Thank you.
Gwen: Dr Hendricks isn’t going to give you that film.  He’d rather die than 
risk that hospital sale.

Jarod’s Lair
(Jarod is sitting at his desk the phone tucked into his shoulder.  He is 
addresses an envelope while waiting for an answer.)
Trader: Dr Trader.
Jarod: Allan.  It’s Jarod.  We need to talk.
Trader: About what?
Jarod: Ah, not on the phone.  Could you meet me today at the Silver Rail.  
At noon?
Trader: I’ll be there.
Jarod: Thanks Allan.
(He hangs up and dials another number.  He picks up a mortar and pestle 
and starts grinding some tablets into a fine powder.)
Jarod: Miles Jarod Russell.
Hendricks: Jarod!  What can I do for you?
Jarod: How about another game of Racketball?
Hendricks: Why would you want another game so soon after I crushed 
you Russell?
Jarod: To return the favour.  (He tips the powder into a bottle of water.)  
How about today, at noon?
Hendricks: Okay.  It’s your funeral.
Jarod: Oh well, we all have to go sometime.

Racketball Court
Hendricks: Point, game, match.  Toss me my water will you.
Jarod: Sure Miles.  (Jarod picks up Miles’ water and his own, swapping his 
into Miles’ water cooler.)
Hendricks: So Jarod, why this self torture?
Jarod:  Well you know, I figure I let you win a few games, I earn your 
pity,  you cut me a better stock option.
Hendricks: But my pity doesn’t come cheap.  (He takes a drink from the 
bottle.)  Let me tell you something.  You ran me all over that court today.  
You are getting better.  (They go to the tiered seating behind the court 
and Hendrix sits down.)
Jarod: I’ve been practicing.
Hendricks: But I won.  (He is having trouble getting his breath.)
Jarod: Are you okay Miles?
Hendricks: Jarod. (Miles slumps over.) 
Jarod: Miles?  Could someone call an ambulance.

Silver Rail
Denise: Doctor Russell.  He says he’s running a bit late.
Trader: Show me a doctor who isn’t honey.  I’ll have another quick one.

The Emergency Entrance
(Jarod jumps out of the back of the ambulance shouting instructions as he 
follows the gurney carrying Miles.)
Jarod:  Get OR three set.  Dr Hendricks is having a heart attack.
Nurse: Roger that.
Jarod: Pulse is 112 and thready.  BP is dropping from 75 to 60.  I want 
you to start him on a nitro drip and get him prepared for surgery, stat!

Lounge of the Hotel
(Miss Parker approaches Sydney who is reading a newspaper.  She sits 
opposite him)
Parker: You lied to me.  Last night you told me that Jarod came here to 
return the five million.  All he wanted was the mainframe code.
Sydney: It was the least I could do.  He was lied to about his parents.  So 
was I.
Parker: Stop pouting.  It was need to know.  You didn’t.  Anyway you’ve 
done us all a great favour.  You see I tagged his file.  He logged on this 
morning.
Sydney:  Where is he?
Parker: Queen of Angels Hospital.  Queens.  They’re bringing the car 
around now.  Let’s go.
Sydney: The Centre wants him alive.
Parker: Preferably.

OR Three
Jarod: (Jarod, now wearing hospital scrubs, approaches the operating 
table and crouches down beside Miles.)  Miles, we were unable to bring in 
a cardiologist fast enough.  But don’t worry, I’ve paged Dr Trader.
Hendricks: No.  
Jarod: He’ll take care of you.  He took care of Kevin Bailey.
Hendricks: No.  Please.  You do the operation.
Jarod:  Okay.  Okay Miles.  No problem.  But first you tell me where 
Kevin Bailey’s x-rays are.
Hendricks: Behind the Banjup painting in my office.  Now you do the 
operation Jarod.  
Jarod: I’d like to Miles, I really would  but that wouldn’t be ethical.  You 
see I’m not really a doctor and you’re not really having a heart attack.  
(He pats him on the shoulder, stands up and moves away from the table.)  
Trader, he’s all yours.
Trader:  Okay.  Let’s do this.
Hendricks:  (The anaesthetist puts the oxygen mask over his face.)  
Jarod.  Jarod!

Outside the Hospital
(Miss Parker, Sydney and the sweepers arrive at the hospital.)
Parker:  Let’s work our way up.  Jarod does not leave.

Nurses Station
(Jarod taps on the window of the nurses station.  Nicole comes out.)
Jarod: Nicole.  Would you page security and have them stop Doctor 
Trader operating.  He’s drunk.
Nicole: Oh my God!
Jarod: Yeah!  

Inside the Hospital
Parker: You take that side.
(Miss Parker starts dashing from door to door peering into rooms.  Sydney 
walks calmly behind her.)

Hendricks' office
(Jarod finds the x-rays removes them and throws his red notebook on the 
desk.

Outside the Office
(Sydney spots Jarod as he comes out of Hendrick’s office.)
Sydney: Jarod!
(He smiles at them turns and runs for the stairs.  He runs up the stairs.  
He enters Mrs Mykos’ room.  She is standing by the window looking out.)
Mrs Mykos: Guess what?  Guess what I did today?
Jarod: Oh!  Oh well that’s great.
(She is quite pleased with herself.)

In the Corridor
(Miss Parker barges into another room, surprising its occupant and 
visitors.)
Parker: Sorry!  (She turns to Sydney.)  He’s got to be in one of these 
rooms.
Mrs Mykos:  Arghhhhhhh!
Parker: Let’s go.
(They enter the Greek lady’s room to find her sitting up in bed, pointing at 
the open window.)
Mrs Mykos:  Hey!  A man!  He went up the fire escape.
Parker: He’s heading for the roof.
(She climbs out the window onto the fire escape and the others follow 
her.)

(Jarod emerges from under the bed.  Jarod and the Greek lady exchange 
greetings.  He stops to blow her a kiss before he leaves through the door.)
On the Roof
(Miss Parker, Sydney and the sweepers arrive on the roof.  Sydney, more 
clued in than the others runs straight to the edge looks down in time to 
see Jarod getting into a taxi.)
Sydney:  Jarod!
(Jarod gets in a taxi and smiles up at Sydney and Miss Parker who are 
helpless to prevent him leaving. Miss Parker gives Sydney a not too 
friendly look.)

On the Street
(Jarod posts the x-rays.  He walks down the street.  He looks up at the 
Empire State Building glad to be seeing it in person.)
Kevin Bailey’s Residence
(Kevin’s grandfather(?) hands Kevin the envelope from Jarod that contains 
the x-rays.  He takes them out and examines them.)
Airport
(Jarod is sitting in the flight lounge reading the newspaper.  A headline on 
the front page beside a picture of Kevin Bailey says “Bailey settlement in 
the millions.)
Attendant:  You’d better board sir.  You wouldn’t want to miss the flight.
Jarod: Don’t worry.  They’re not going anywhere without me.
(Jarod places his cap on his head.  He is wearing an airline uniform.  He 
walks down the tunnel, pulling his luggage on a trolley behind him.)

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