SEASON 2
EPISODE 2
“Scott Free”
Writer: Tommy Thompson
Director: Joe Napolitano

The Centre
Main Concourse
(Bridget and Mr Lyle step from the elevator and move towards the centre 
of the area.  They are passed by a man in cover-alls carrying a large and 
ornate floral arrangement.  Arranged on the floor in the centre of the area 
are other floral tributes.)
Bridget:  We’re double checking the transfer records.  We’re hoping its an 
accounting error.
(The workman places the flowers on the floor with the others, removes a 
card from the arrangement and hands it to Mr Lyle.)
Mr Lyle: Jarod stole fifteen million dollars of Centre funds and donated it 
to charity.  The only mistake is rubbing our noses in it.  (He reads from 
the card.)  “Your welcome and surprisingly generous donation will help the 
organisation for years to come.”  (He picks up another card from the 
flowers as he moves around the perimeter of the arrangements.)  “The 
million dollars will bring much hope and joy to the children.  God Bless.”  
(Reading from another selected card.)  “Prayers be with you.  Have a nice 
day.”  
Bridget: I’ll get him.
Mr Lyle: Please do.  Jarod’s a lot more dangerous than I thought.

Middletown, Delaware
Take Away Food Store
(Jarod is standing at the service window of the store.)
Jarod: I like ice cream.  I really like ice cream.
Phil: There you go Jarod. (Phil hands him ice cream in a little container.)
Jarod: Thank you Phil.  (He walks over to the tables at the side of the 
store.  At one of them, a girl, eating a chocolate ice cream cone is playing 
with a red Wheelo.)  Jarod: Very interesting device.
Girl: It’s a Wheelo.
Jarod: And it’s purpose is?
Girl: Nothing.  It just goes round and round and round.
Jarod: So it chases itself in a circle?
Girl: Yep!
(Jarod sits down opposite her and digs around in a pocket for some cash.)
Jarod: Would you be interested in selling that for ten dollars.
Girl: Sorry!
Jarod: Fifteen?
Girl: I couldn’t.  My grandpa gave it to me for my birthday.
Jarod: Twenty?
Girl: Twenty-five!
Jarod: Sold!  (He gives her the money.  She gives him the Wheelo.) 
Thank you!  (She goes collects her bicycle and walks away.) (Jarod plays 
with his new toy.)  Wow!  (At the same time he takes a spoon of ice 
cream but it stops half way to his mouth as he notices a man, by his attire 
a kitchen hand from the shop, go over to a boy sitting at another table.  
He places a basket and drink in front of the boy, tousles his hair.)
Scott: Hey Kiddo! Got you a burger, some fries.  Gonna set you up nice 
here.  Okay sir.  Hey!  

Flashback
(Young Jarod is sitting at a table folding a piece of paper in half.)  
(The man, kisses the boy on the top of the head.  Jarod smiles.)
Scott: I’ll be right back.  Okay?
(Jarod, distracted as he is by this touching display of parental love, tilts 
the spoons that he is holding and the ice cream slides off, and lands on 
the leg of his grey trousers.  He picks up a napkin and starts dabbing at it.  
He stands and moves to the back of the shop.)  

At the Back of the Shop
(Jarod is outside the back door of the shop.  There is a little area there 
that contains a sink.  It is hidden from the street behind a paling fence.  
Jarod turns on the tap, dampens the napkin and works at the offending 
stain on his trousers.  The back door of the shop opens and Scott emerges 
carrying a full garbage bag.  Because of the way the door opens, he fails 
to notice Jarod at the sink.  He goes over to the dumpster, moves the rock 
holding the lid down out of the way, opens it and is about to throw the 
bag in when a hand crashes down on it shutting it again.  Scott turns in 
surprise.)
Dewey: How are you doing Scooter?
Scott: Dewey!  You, you shouldn’t come around here. 
(Dewey is a large man, wearing dark glasses and a not so friendly smile of 
greeting.  Jarod, concealed behind the fence, hears the tone of Scott’s 
voice and turns to peer through a gap between the slats of the fence.  
Dewey is joined by Nick Avani, an older man, who is eating an ice cream.)
Nick: How else are we supposed to get an ice cream cone.  Freaky 
weather.  Must be a hundred degrees in the shade.  (He throws the ice 
cream down on the ground, looking with disgust at where his fingers have 
been made sticky by the melting ice cream.)  You look good Scott.
Scott: What do you want Nick?
Nick: It’s not what I want.  It’s what I need . . . you.
Scott: Oh no.  Not this time.
Nick: Opportunity knocks.
Scott: Oh really? Because you know your last opportunity cost me seven 
years of my life.  (He tries to put the bag of rubbish in the dumpster 
again, but this time it is Nick who stops him.)  Jeez!  Come on.  Ten 
months I’ve been out of prison.  I’ve just got my son back.  Okay?  I'm 
not interested.  (He starts to walk back towards the shop.  Nick Grabs him 
by the arm and pulls him back.)
Nick: Get interested.  
(Through the slats in the fence Jarod can see both Nick and Dewey but not 
Scott.  The boy from the front of the shop rounds the corner of the 
building and approaches Scott.)
Sean: Dad?
Scott: Sean, go wait out front.  I’ll be right there.
Nick: (Adopting a more friendly tone with Sean than what he has been 
using with the father.)  Go on Sean.  You do as your daddy says now, 
okay? 
Sean: But . . .
Scott: Just go, please.
(They watch as Sean reluctantly walks away.)
Nick: I see your dilemma.  The deal is one job and you and I are history.
Scott: Why don’t you get Martinez?
Nick: Dead.  He said no.
Scott: Crew?
Nick: The three of us plus one.
Scott: Who opens the safe?
Nick: Trinnie’s sending some guy in from Brooklyn.  One, um, R.H. Cross.
Scott: Cross.  I don’t know him.
Nick: I don’t know him either.  Trinnie swears by him even though he’s 
only got one good arm.
Scott: A one armed safe cracker.  That’s . . . 
Nick: I’m picking him up at three o’clock at the train station.  (He hands 
Scott a piece of paper.)  We start tonight. Scottie, don’t be late.
(Nick and Dewey leave.  Scott puts the rubbish in the bin and then returns 
to the front of the shop.)
Scott: Hey! Okay.
Sean: What’s that?
(Scott crouches in front of Sean.)
Scott: No.  No.  It’s nothing.  These guys come back and give me a hard 
time.  Hey nothing’s wrong.  Hey!  Come here. (They hug.)
(Out the back Jarod whistles a cab.  One stops and Jarod gets in.)
Jarod: The train station.
Cab driver: (He is writing in his log.)  Leaving town?
Jarod: Business meeting.
Cab Driver: Yeah?  What do you do?
Jarod: I’m a one armed safe cracker.
Cab Driver: (He laughs, pulling down his sun glasses.)  Yeah?  Which 
arm?
Jarod: Good question.  (The cabbie drives off.)

OPENING CREDITS

The Centre
Sim Lab
Parker: I can feel it coming on like the flu’.
(Miss Parker is pacing up and down and Sydney watches.  Broots is at a 
bank of equipment.)
Sydney: After his recent brush with death perhaps he’s just enjoying life 
for a bit.
Broots: Maybe he decided to take a vacation.  (He brushes past Miss 
Parker to go to his terminal.)
Parker: (In her best mocking tone.)  Did you eat the whole onion for 
breakfast?
(The phone rings.  Broots picks it up.)
Broots: Broots.
Parker: (She snatches the phone out of his hand.)  What?
Jarod: Sorry you missed the party in Omaha.  
(Miss Parker indicates to Broots to put the call on the speaker.)  
Parker: Jarod.  What about Omaha?
(Jarod is at the train station.  He is now wearing all black, including black 
leather jacket and black reflector sunglasses.)
Jarod: Whoops!  I guess the Centre cut you out of the loop this time.  
Good thing they sent a replacement.
Sydney: What are you talking about Jarod?
Jarod: I’m talking about the blonde.  Five – seven, hundred and twenty 
pounds, killer legs.  You’re not giving up on me, are you Miss Parker?
Parker: You wish.
Train Announcer: Your attention please.  Announcing the immediate 
arrival of the Brooklyn Express at platform sixteen.
Jarod: That’s my train.  Gotta go. (He disconnects.)
Broots: What was that all about?
Parker: That’s what I’d like to know.

Train Station
(A stream of people flow through the exit gates of a train platform.  A 
rotund man wearing a black leather jacket and carrying a black bag stops 
and does a three-sixty, looking for someone.  Jarod approaches him.)  
Jarod: (Pointing to the man’s left hand which is folded into a fist, the 
shoulder of the arm drooping.)  R.H. Right hand.
Cross: Avani?  (They start to walk towards the exit.)
Jarod: Don’t look around.  We’re being watched.
Cross: Cops?
Jarod: Listen up.  I’m only going to say this once.  The location’s 
changed.  The new score is in Indianapolis.
Cross: I’m from Flatbush.  I don’t know anything about Iowa.
Jarod: Indiana.
Cross: Same thing.
Jarod: I wrote down the locations, the security codes, the whole deal.
Cross: Hey this ain’t kosher.  (Cross stops walking.)  I need to call 
Trinnie.
Jarod: (He takes an envelope from the inside pocket of his jacket and 
puts it in the top pocket of Cross’s shirt.)  You do that and you lose this.  
You get another package just like it when the job is finished.
Cross: Target?
Jarod: That’s my business.  I’m gonna meet you in four days at the Hotel 
Argyle in New York.  I’ve reserved a room in your name.
Cross: What’s to keep me from walking away with the whole thing?
Jarod: You do that and I’m gonna hunt you down like I did Martinez.  
Then they’ll be calling you “No Hands”.
Cross: That’s cold.
Train Announcer: Your attention please.  Announcing the immediate 
departure of the Indiana Star.
Jarod: That’s your ride.  (He notices Avani walk through the entrance.  He 
takes a large envelope from the small of his back and hands it to Cross.  
Cross has to put his bag down.)  I want you to leave this at the job.
Cross: What is it?
Jarod: It’s a Hallmark card.  Always send the very best.  (Cross puts the 
envelope under his arm and bends to pick up his bag,)  Leave it.
Cross:  My tools are in there.
Jarod: Buy new ones.  Because every cop along the line is looking for a 
man with a bum arm carrying a black leather bag.  I’ll take the bag and 
the heat.
Cross: How are you going to do that?   (Jarod folds his left hand up in an 
imitation of Cross’s hand.  He drops his shoulder and tilts his head.  Cross 
looks on in amazement.)  See you in New York.  (Cross walks away.)
Jarod: (He practises Cross’s accent.)  See you in New York.  See you in 
New York.
Train Announcer: Your attention please.  Will Mr Paul Johnson, please 
meet your party . . . 
(Jarod walks towards the entrance.  As he walks past him, Avani turns and 
looks at Jarod.)
Nick: Mr Cross.
Jarod: (He turns back to face Avani.)  Call me R.H.

The Centre
Mr Lyle’s Office
(Mr Lyle is supervising the arrangement of African artefacts around what 
was once Mr Parker’s office.  Miss Parker enters, followed by Sydney.)
Parker: Why wasn’t I informed about Omaha?
Mr Lyle: No, no, no.  Switch those masks, please.  With due respect Miss 
Parker, it’s not my job to inform you of Jarod’s whereabouts.  It’s your job 
to inform me.
Bridget: (She is holding a file open in front of her.)  According to your file 
. . . 
Parker: My file?
Bridget: Correct.  According to your file you’ve had Jarod trapped in Las 
Vegas, Chicago, Washington and Florida.  It seems you’ve had ample 
opportunity to bring him back.
Parker: How would you like me to feed you my file.
Mr Lyle: There’s no reason to be defensive about your shortcomings Miss 
Parker. (He moves one of the artefacts to a different location.)  
Parker: Moving in?
Mr Lyle: Possession is nine-tenths. Now if you’ll excuse us we have a 
meeting to attend.  (He turns to follow Bridget out the door then turns 
back to Miss Parker.)  Oh, any progress locating your missing father?
(Miss Parker has moved to the desk where a cardboard carton containing 
the discarded objects of her father’s desk is.  She lifts a wooden statuette 
of a rabbit and looks at it.)
Parker: Who says he’s missing?
Mr Lyle: A man packs his belongings and vanishes it’s a logical 
assumption.
(Mr Lyle and Bridget leave.)
Sydney: You gave that paper weight to your father when you were a little 
girl.
Parker: I thought he threw it away. 
Sydney: I’m sure he’s fine.
Parker: He would never just leave without saying goodbye, would he?

Warehouse
(It is a large open room in semi-darkness.  In one area, Scott is working 
on the wiring of security system.  Jarod, nearby, is working with an 
electric drill on the locking mechanism of a safe.  He is wearing eye-
protection gear.  The drill is supported with chains that are wrapped 
around the safe.  A gun appears at Jarod’s neck and the lights come on.)
Nick: You’re dead and the rest of us are in handcuffs.  Twenty minutes.  
That’s all the time we got before security guard makes his run.  (He turns 
to Scott.)  You’re going to have to work faster to bypass that second 
alarm.
Scott:  I'm working as fast as I can.
Nick: There was a day when you could have done it in your sleep.  
Remember those days Dewey? (He goes to a table and makes himself a 
sandwich.)
Dewey: Scooter was the best I ever saw.
Nick: Sixteen years old, picking combination locks down at the YMCA – 
stealing wallets and jock straps.  What did you do with all those jock 
straps?
Scott: You know, it was a long time ago, Nick.
Nick: I took you off the streets.  I treated you like you were my own son.
Scott: Yeah!  And when the heat was on you hang me out to spend seven 
years in a federal prison.  Forgive me if I don’t shed a tear about how 
things used to be.  (He starts to re-set the wiring.)
Jarod: (He talks quietly to Nick.)  I think we should cut him loose.  This 
job is going to be difficult enough in a perfect world.  I don’t need a guy 
with his head half in the game.
Nick: (He leans in to Jarod.)  I know him.  You on the other hand are a 
question mark.  Should I call Trinnie and get another locksmith?
Jarod: Nah!
Nick: (He resets the stop watch.)  Let’s try it again.

Outside the Warehouse
(As Jarod and Scott walk along the outside walkway leading to the stairs 
an unseen person takes photographs with a telescopic lens, some single 
shots some of them both.)  
Scott: Long night huh?
Jarod: Yeah!
(They stop at the bottom of the stairs.)
Scott: Let’s pick this up tomorrow night at my place.
Jarod: You got a pen.  I’ll write down the address.
Scott: Yeah sure.
(Scott takes a pen from an inner pocket and hands it to Jarod who has 
taken out a notebook.)
Jarod: Oh thanks.
Scott: Oh here. (Scott sees Jarod’s dilemma and turns around so that 
Jarod can use Scott’s back as a rest for the notebook.)  Eight one six 
Highland.
Jarod: Eight one six Highland.  (He finishes writing and looks at the 
inscription on the pen.)  “To Dad, Love Sean”.  Is that your son?  (He 
hands him back the pen.)
Scott: My life.  He gave me this for father’s day.

Flashback
The Centre
A Corridor
(Jarod and Sydney are walking along a corridor when Jarod stops and 
watches as Miss Parker gives a present to a man.  The man opens it.  It is 
the wooden rabbit paper weight.  Jarod is puzzled by the exchange, his 
forehead creased with a frown.)
Sydney: Come along Jarod.
Young Jarod: Miss Parker just gave that man a present Sydney?  Why?
(Mr Parker gives Miss Parker a big hug.)
Sydney: It’s father’s day Jarod.  She gave her father a gift to show how 
much she loves him.
(Sydney puts his arm around Jarod’s shoulder and ushers him along the 
corridor.)

Police Station
(A police detective sits at his desk in his office, shuffling through the 
photographs that were taken at the warehouse.  He stops at a shot of 
Jarod.  He picks it up and takes it to a woman sitting at a computer 
terminal.)
Officer 1: You want me to put this out on the net for you?
Evans: Oh yeah.  I want to know who he is and where he comes from. I 
bet my pension there’s someone out there looking for this guy.

Scott’s Residence
Garage
(Jarod sits and watches as Scott removes a metal case from amongst the 
items that are stored in the garage.)
Scott: The most difficult part is still going to be the rent-a-cops.  Oh I 
never thought I’d need this again.  (He unwraps a cloth bound package to 
reveal a hand gun.)
Jarod: What? Can’t open a door you blow it off its hinges?
Scott: You never know what you might run into.  (He aims the pistol at 
Jarod’s head and Jarod sits up in alarm.  Scott pulls the trigger and a 
flame comes out of the barrel.  Jarod slumps in relief.)   Sometimes 
looking dangerous is enough.  (The garage door opens.  Sean is standing 
there.  Scott quickly covers up his gear.)  Sean, what are you doing here?
Sean: I live here.
Scott: No.  No.  You know what I mean.  You’re supposed to be at Mrs 
Albertson’s place.
Sean: I went to the shop.  They said that you didn’t show up today.
Scott: No I didn’t.
Jarod: (Jarod stands and steps forward.)  Actually that was my fault. I 
saw some of the furniture your father built and I suggested we meet right 
away.  My name is Cross.  (He holds out his hand and they shake.)  RH 
Cross.  RH stands for Right Hand.
Sean:  What’s that stuff?
Scott: Oh well you never mind that stuff.  (Scott closes the case.)  
Sean: If your probation officer catches you skipping work you’re going to 
be in big trouble.   I don’t want anything to happen to us.
Scott: Who’s . . . . who’s the father here.  I want you to go back to Mrs 
Albertson’s house and you stay there ‘til I pick you up.
Sean: But . . .
Scott: Just do as I say . . . (Sean's shoulders slump and he turns and 
starts to get on his bike.)  Wait, wait, wait.  Sean.  Hey.  Listen.  I just . . 
. I just need you to cut me a little slack here.  Hey!  I love you.
Sean: I love you too.  (They embrace and Jarod smiles his little sad 
smile.)  See you Right Hand.
Jarod: Nice to meet you Sean.  (Sean rides off and his bike and they both 
stand there watching him.)  So why are you doing this job?
Scott: What?
Jarod: Why are you doing this?  You don’t want to be doing it.  Which 
means that Avani is holding some sort of big hammer over your head.
Scott: Oh I never knew my parents.  Sean’s mother passed away after he 
was born and I was sent up a year later, you know.  They passed Sean 
from family to family like I was.
Jarod: But you got him back.
Scott: And I intend to keep him.  Sean needs his father forever.

Flashback
The Centre 
Sim Lab
(Young Jarod is sitting at a desk twirling a pencil in his fingers.  Sydney 
comes down the stairs from his office.)
Sydney: Jarod.  You need to finish the last simulation.
Young Jarod: (He hands Sydney a card.)  I made this for you Sydney.
Sydney: For me? (Sydney looks at it.)
Young Jarod: Do you like it?
Sydney: No Jarod, I don’t like it and I don’t want to ever see anything 
like it again.  (He drops Jarod’s present on the floor.)  Let’s get to work.

The Centre
Lyle’s Office
(Mr Lyle is sitting behind his desk, Bridget with signature lollypop, stands 
beside him.  Miss Parker and Sydney are standing in front of his desk.)
Mr Lyle: We just received these from our satellite office in Indianapolis. 
(He throws some photographs across the desk.  They show the real R.H. 
Cross coming out of a building.  He is carrying a bag.)
Bridget: His name’s RH Cross.  He’s a safe cracker from New York.
Parker: And we should be interested because . . ?
Mr Lyle: According to the office Cross’s take was nearly a quarter million 
dollars. He also left this behind.  (“This” refers to Jarod’s red notebook and 
a Wheelo.)  According to the red notebook (Parker picks up the notebook)  
Cross was going to rendezvous with Jarod at the Argyle Hotel in New York 
City.  
Parker: Jarod would never leave such an obvious trail.
Bridget: Cross screwed up and left that behind.
Sydney: That’s quite a reach.
Mr Lyle: According to the security on the ground in Indianapolis Cross 
was nearly caught.  Bridget go to New York.  Find Cross.  (He picks up the 
Wheelo.)  I still don’t understand the significance of this.
Sydney: Jarod’s sending you two a message.
Mr Lyle: Which is?
Parker: You’re going nowhere fast.

Office Building
Night Time
(Jarod, Nick and Scott enter an office.  They are all wearing black 
coveralls and carrying bags.)
Nick: We got eighteen minutes until the security guard makes his round. 
Jarod: I don’t like this.  That van followed us ever since we left the 
warehouse. The cop’s have made us.
Nick: If they have then they’re still following Dewey all over the city.  I’ve 
got every contingency covered.  Let’s just do it. 
(Jarod goes to the safe.  He pops the lock and then removes the face plate 
of the lock.  He starts to drill a hole in the door of the safe near the lock.  
Avani paces backwards and forwards, the stop watch in his hand.  He goes 
up to Jarod.)
Nick: How long?
Jarod: Five minutes.
Nick: You’ve got three.  (There is the sound of an elevator warning bell 
from outside the office.)  What the hell is that? (Nick and Scott both run to 
the office door. Nick takes out a device that is used for looking around 
corners, a small mirror attached by a small hinge to a rod.  He uses it to 
see out the door without having to push his head through the doorway.  
The reflection in the mirror shows a security guard stepping from the lift 
and beginning his rounds of the floor.)  He’s early.
Scott: Twenty minutes huh?
Jarod: What is it?
Scott: The guard.
Nick: How long before you’re in?
Jarod: Two minutes.
(Nick takes out his hand gun.)
Scott: Oh.  What are you going to do?
Nick: I’m covering contingencies.  (He works a round into the breach.)
(Jarod continues to work on the safe.  He has now inserted a small 
camera into the hole he has drilled and is using it to view the tumblers of 
the lock on a monitor.  He slowly turns the rod that controls the tumblers.  
Nick and Scott stay crouched by the doorway.  They can hear the guard 
getting closer, the music blaring from his radio marking his progress.  He 
moves along the corridor checking the doors.)
Jarod: I’m in.
(Jarod stands and draws his own hand gun, aiming it at Nick.  Nick stands 
and points his gun at Jarod.  Just as the guard is about to check the door 
handle of the office in which they are hiding, Jarod raises his gun and pulls 
the trigger.  Flame leaps from the barrel.  It  surrounds a fire sprinkler.  
The fire system is activated, the sprinklers turn on and an alarm sounds.  
The guard removes his hand from the door.)

Warehouse
(Jarod is standing face to face with Nick holding up a piece of plastic.  
They are all wet.  Jarod has a towel draped over his left shoulder, Scott 
stands in the background packing up his gear.)
Jarod: You stole an electronic key card?
Nick: It opens the federal diamond depository in Wilmington.
Scott: What are you talking about?
Jarod: He’s saying there is no money.  Just another job.  That’s what this 
has been about since the very beginning.
Nick: Twenty million dollars in raw uncut diamonds.  My source says that 
the stones will spend thirty-six hours in the vault before distribution.  We 
move on Monday before the offices open up  and anyone realises the 
access card is missing.
Scott: Our deal was one job.  I’m out.
Nick: I’m sorry to hear that Scottie.  Change your mind the door’s always 
open. (Scott leaves.)
Jarod: Best laid plans huh?  I’ll see you tomorrow.  
(Jarod drops the towel, picks up his bag and jacket.  He leaves.  Nick picks 
up his cell phone and dials.)
Nick: Dewey, this is Nick.

Outside the Warehouse
(Jarod walks fast to catch up with Scott.)
Jarod: Hey!  You okay?
Scott: Oh, I’m fine.  Good.
Jarod: I guess this sort of thing happens when you deal with a piece of 
work like Avani.  (Scott stops walking and stares off into the night.)  
What’s wrong?
Scott: This is too easy.
Jarod: What?
Scott: This.  He would never let me walk out with this much on the line, 
not unless . . . You got a car?

Scott’s Residence
(Jarod and Scott move through the house, looking for Sean.)
Scott: Sean.  Sean.  Sean.  Answer me.
Jarod: The house is empty.  
(Scott notices the flashing red light on the answering machine.  He 
rewinds it and hits the play button.)
Nick on answering machine: I’m really sorry Scottie but there’s no way 
I can let this opportunity slip away.  I need you.  Your Sean is safe.  How 
safe he stays is up to you.

The Centre
Sim Lab
(Broots is sitting at his terminal.  Miss Parker is standing off to one side 
looking at the rabbit paper weight she gave to her father when she was a 
little girl.)
Broots:  Research five took it off the National Police Net.
Sydney: Why would Jarod’s picture be on a law enforcement scan?
Broots: Well according to the background data he’s suspected of being 
part of a robbery group here in the North East.
Parker: (Snapping out of her reverie.)  What did you say?
Broots: The initial scan was sent by a detective Harold Evans of the 
Middletown PD
Sydney: Middletown?  That’s less than a hundred miles from here.  The 
question now is what is Jarod doing associating with a group of street 
criminals.
Broots: Well actually this crew is slicker than that.  They have an MO of 
targeting high profile, high tech takedowns.
Parker: Such as?
Broots: Such as, um, payroll companies, security houses,  mostly 
diamonds.
Parker: Run profiles on all the potential targets within a five hundred mile 
radius of The Centre.  Everything this crew might be interested in and I 
want everything you can find on this Detective Evans.  If he stole a Baby 
Ruth when he was six I want to know how many nuts it had in it.

Warehouse
(Jarod is sitting at a drafting table, Nick peering over his should.  Scott is 
pacing, agitated and distracted.)
Jarod: I’ve been going over the layout of the vault room.  I’m thinking 
we’ve got a better chance of blowing the inner doors.
Nick: Sounds right.  What do you think Scottie?
Scott: I want him back.  I’m here right?  That’s what you wanted.  Now 
you give me back my boy.
Nick: Focus, for the kid’s sake.   These doors are only reinforced steel so 
we 
should. . . 
Scott: I want to know where my son is.  (Scott pulls out a revolver and 
pushes it under Nick’s chin.)  And I want to know right now.
Nick: You pull the trigger on me, you pull the trigger on Sean.
Jarod: (Using a very quiet and calm voice.)  Scottie let him go.
Scott: Where’s Sean?  Where’s my boy?
Jarod: We finish this job you and Sean’ll be back together again, I 
promise.  Give me the gun.  (He holds out his hand.)  Give me the gun!  
(Scott hands him the weapon.)
Scott: Anything happens to my boy, you’ll wish I’d killed you.  (He 
leaves.)
Nick: Never underestimate the father-son relationship.

Flashback
The Centre
Sydney’s Office
(Sydney is sitting at a desk in the sim lab.  Jarod walks up to him and 
puts the discarded card in front of him.  Sydney looks at it.  On the inside 
Jarod has drawn a picture of a man and a boy, holding hands, but 
standing apart.  The card reads Happy Father’s Day.)
Sydney: Jarod, I told you, I can’t accept this.
Young Jarod: But I made it for you.
Sydney: I'm not your father.  This card is meant for someone else.
Young Jarod: Don’t you love me Sydney?
Sydney: We have work to do.  (He throws the card in the rubbish bin.)

Police Station
(Detective Evans enters his office and sits behind his desk.  He looks up 
when he hears the sound of a cigarette lighter being used.  Miss Parker is 
standing in the shadows.  She lights her cigarette and steps into the 
centre of the room.)
Parker: It smells like gin in here.
Evans: What the hell is this?
Parker: I don’t have the time or inclination to banter with you detective 
so I will get right to the point.  
Evans: You got a name?
Parker: Let’s just say that I’m the person who holds your pitiful little life 
in her hands.
Evans: Is that so?
Parker: You tell me. (She throws an envelope onto the desk in front of 
Evans.) Go ahead, open it.
(Detective Evans opens the envelope and slides out the contents.  He 
looks at them briefly.)
Evans: Where’d you get these?
Parker: That’s not important.  What is, is that multiple copies are in my 
possession.  Good.  (She puts the picture of Jarod coming out of the 
warehouse on the desk in front of him.)  You put this picture out on the 
police net.
Evans: So?
Parker: I want him.
Evans: Can’t help you.
Parker: I want him! Harold.  (He shakes his head slightly.)   I’m sorry for 
both our sakes.  (She turns to leave.)
Evans: I think I know where they’re gonna hit next.

The Centre
Sim Lab
(Miss Parker enters.  Sydney and Broots are working at a terminal.)
Parker: Relax your prostate boys.  We’ve got Jarod nailed to the wall.  
The blonde’s gonna bust a G-String when she . . . (She notices that Broots 
is pointing at some unseen point to the right of Miss Parker, and that 
Sydney is smiling somewhat inanely.)  What?
(Bridget, sitting on a desk chair pushes herself away from another desk 
which is out of sight of where Parker entered and Mr Lyle steps into the 
room.)
Bridget: Please continue.
Mr Lyle: And while you’re at it, maybe you can explain this.
(He puts down a copy of the police scan that shows Jarod leaving the 
Warehouse.)
Bridget: I spoke to RH Cross in New York.  He was sent to rob the 
Centre’s office in Indianapolis by a man matching Jarod’s description.
Sydney: We did try to warn you about that.
Mr Lyle: And how was Detective Evans?
Parker: You had me followed?
Mr Lyle: Yes I did.  And I want to know everything you know and I want 
to know now.
Parker: Jarod’s become part of a robbery crew.  Evans thinks their next 
target will be the Federal Diamond Depository in Wilmington.  I think we 
should blanket the area and grab the whole bunch on the way in.
Bridget: I disagree.
Broots: (He mutters under his breath.)  Oh what a surprise.
Sydney: You have a better plan?
Bridget: You’ve tried the open snare approach before.  Jarod’s too smart 
to let us grab him on the outside.  You let him inside the vault, lull him 
into a false sense of security and get him . . .  clean.
Parker: Why don’t we just mail him the diamonds and call it a day.  I 
know Jarod, the way he thinks.
Bridget: Yet you still can’t catch him.
Mr Lyle: Ladies!  We follow Bridget’s plan.  Mr Broots you’ll be given 
complete control of the security system at the diamond depository.
Broots: (Looking at Lyle in surprise.)  You can do that?
Mr Lyle: I suggest you visit the building and begin implementing a total 
lockdown of the facility.
Sydney: I don’t believe this will work.
Mr Lyle: I think it’s time to end this pursuit of Jarod once and for all.  
(Lyle and Bridget leave.  Miss Parker turns to Broots.)
Parker: (In a mocking tone.)  You can do that?
(Broots shrugs.)

Warehouse
(Jarod is sitting at the drafting table, a number of photographs spread out 
on the table in front of him.  He is using a magnifying glass to examine 
them.)
Nick: Dewey got these photos of the Depository this morning and the 
keycard will allow us to penetrate the outside security system.
Jarod: Bodies on the ground?
Nick: Minimal.
Scott: I made the lock system this morning.  It’s hard wired infra-red.
Nick: Can you beat it?
Scott: Yeah!  I can beat it.
Nick:  We have no problem then.
(Jarod picks up another photograph and is shocked to see Miss Parker and 
Sydney getting out of a car at the front of the Depository.)
Jarod: Oh no.  Not now.
Nick: What did you say?
Jarod: Ah Nothing.
Nick: You look a little shook up.
Jarod: No.  No I'm fine.
Nick: We’re all set then.
(Nick and Scott leave the room.  Jarod picks up the photograph again.)
Jarod: Oh no.

Jarod’s Lair
(Jarod sits, a Wheelo in hand, a thoughtful expression on his face.  He 
makes some notes on paper.  He strips a hand gun and lays the parts out.  
He then reassembles it.  He uses a file on a large drill bit.  Once satisfied 
he puts the drill bit back into a cloth designed for holding the bits.  He 
uses his laptop to access the security layout of the depository.  He enters 
the password “Debbie”.  There is a floor plan which changes colours from 
green to red as Jarod uses the keyboard.)

Wilmington Diamond Depository 
Security Room
(Broots is sitting at a terminal.  It shows the same floor plan that Jarod 
had accessed.  Sydney, Miss Parker, Bridget and Mr Lyle are all standing 
around the room.)  
Broots: The coloured areas represent access points at the depository.  
When the grid is red the building is locked down.  When it’s green 
obviously it’s not.  My guess is that Jarod and his crew will disarm the 
video monitoring system as soon as they gain entry but it won’t matter 
though because I’m the only one with the password to the system. 
Bridget: Very impressive Mr Broots.
Mr Lyle: I’m confident that Mr Broots has covered all contingencies.
Parker: Are you confident Mr Broots?

Vault Room
(The vault room consists of an outer area, where a guard sits, his back to 
the door.  He is pouring coffee.  Above his head, a security camera 
monitors the other end of the vault which consists of a metal cage behind 
which the door of a massive safe is built into the far wall.  Nick, Scott and 
Jarod enter the room, all wearing the black overalls but this time with the 
addition of ski masks and gloves.  Nick quickly disables the guard by 
chloroforming him.  Scott moves to the security camera, uses a camera to 
take a picture of the vault and attaches the camera to the security 
camera’s cable.)

Security Room
(Broots notices the flicker on the monitor as the cable is breached.)
Broots: Here we go!
Parker: Alright.  They’re inside.  Let’s end this.
Bridget: Not yet.
Parker: Not yet?  He’s sitting there waiting for us . . . 
Bridget: And knowing that gives us the upper hand.  The advantage of 
surprise.
Mr Lyle: Your point?
Bridget: We have him Mr Lyle.  Let’s not make another mistake.

Vault Room
(Nick and Scott take the large drill from the bag and position it.  Scott 
plugs in the cable and turns on the power, activating the powerful 
magnet.  He then moves to the wiring box.  In the mean time Jarod has 
removed his laptop from his bag and set it up on the guards desk, 
plugging it into a terminal there.  He starts typing.)
Nick: What is that? What’re are you doing?
Jarod: I could stop and could explain it to you or I could just do it and get 
the hell out of here.  The choice is yours.

Security Room
Sydney: Jarod would never have walked in here without a plan to walk 
out.
Mr Lyle: We stay the course.
Parker: Look, you want to sit on your collective thumbs, fine.  I’m going 
to do my job.
(Bridget draws her weapon and aims it at arms length at Miss Parker.)
Bridget: I won’t allow you to compromise this situation.
(Miss Parker is incredulous.  Broots and Sydney exchange a look that 
suggests that they had seen this confrontation coming.)
Parker: You’re going to shoot me?
(Lyle holds out his hand.  Miss Parker takes out her own weapon and 
hands it to him.)

Vault Room
Scott: Done.
(Scott starts to pack up his equipment.  Jarod activates the drill.  There is 
the sound of metal shearing and the drill stops.)
Nick: What happened?
Jarod: Drill bit cracked.
Nick: You got another one?
Jarod: Yeah in my bag.
Nick: I’ll get it.
Jarod: No. No No.  I’ll get it.  I know where it is.  Pull out the broken bit.
Nick: Make it fast.
(Jarod moves to the other end of the vault room, the other side of the 
bars of the cage.)
Jarod: Scottie, give me a hand over here will you?
Scott: Just one second.  I’m nearly done.
Jarod: Now.
Scott: Yeah!  Sure.
(Scott moves through the door, Jarod swings the gate closed and uses a 
chain and padlock to fasten the door shut.  Nick is now trapped on the 
wrong side of the bars.)
Nick: Hey! You open these doors. (He moves to the bars where Jarod and 
Scott peer in at him.)
Jarod: I want Scottie’s son brought back to him.
Nick: Open the doors.
(Scott looks at Jarod in puzzlement.)
Scott: What are you doing?
Jarod: Maybe you don’t understand English.  I want Sean released.  (He 
holds up his cell phone.)  I know Dewey’s got him so you call him and you 
tell him to cut him loose.
Nick: (He takes out his gun and points it at Jarod.)  You open the door or 
you die.
Jarod: Go ahead.
Nick: Tell him Scottie.
Scott: Nick don’t.
Jarod: Shoot.  (Nick pulls the trigger.  Flame comes out of the end.  He 
looks at it in surprise.)  You see, sometimes looking dangerous is enough 
and sometimes it’s not.  Now call him!  Dial!
(Jarod holds the phone through the bars so that Nick can dial.  He then 
holds the phone to his ear and waits for Dewey to answer before passing 
the phone through the bars to Nick.)
Nick: This is Nick.  Let the kid go.  Yes!  Right now!  
(Nick disconnects.)
Jarod: The phone?  (Nick throws the phone through the bars and Jarod 
catches it with his left hand.  Scott and Nick both look at him in 
amazement.)  Hm mm mm.  You should have called Trinnie.  (Scott 
laughs.)
Nick: Scottie, you let me out of here.
Scott: You know, every night for ah, seven years I thought about, you 
know, what you were doing.  And then when I get out, finally get my life 
back, you take my son?
Nick: Scottie that was business.
Scott: This is personal.  Let’s get out of here.
(They both don their ski masks and move towards the door.  Just as Jarod 
is about to go through the door, he stops long enough to hit a key on the 
keyboard of the laptop.)
Nick: Don’t leave me here Scottie.  Scottie!  Don’t leave me here!  
Scottie.  Scottie!

Security Room
(On the monitor, Broots watches as two ski-masked men move out into 
the corridor.)
Broots: Hey!  I’ve got two on the move.
Sydney: Jarod.
Parker: (She holds her hand out to Lyle.)  Give me my gun.  If you want 
Jarod, give me my gun.  (He does so.)  Tell the sweeper teams to move.  
(She moves towards the door.)  
Broots: Wait.  What the hell is this?  All the access points in the building 
are unlocking.  (The red areas on Broots’ floor plan start changing from 
red to green.)
Mr Lyle: One area’s still secured?  What’s that?
(Bridget moves to the door just in time to hear the electronic lock 
activate.  Her pulling at the door handle is futile.  It won’t open.  She 
turns and smiles weakly at Lyle.  He raises his eyebrows but says 
nothing.)  
Scott’s Residence
(Jarod and Scott move through the house looking for Sean.)
Scott: Sean!
Jarod: Sean.  Sean!  (Jarod comes through the kitchen to find Sean 
standing in the front doorway.)  Scottie!
Scott: Sean.  (He hugs the boy to him.)  Oh my God!  Oh!  Oh! Oh my 
God!  Like I was so scared, you know. Are you okay?
Sean: I’m okay.
Scott: You’re fine?  You’re fine?
Sean: Dad, don’t make a big deal.
Scott: Oh!  Oh!
Jarod: Look, I hate to break this up but don’t you think you two should be 
hitting the road?  Here, take this with you.  (He hands Scott an envelope.)  
Don’t worry, it’s money that was owed to me.
Scott: Ah, you know, I don’t understand.
Jarod: Consider it an early father’s day present.  Good luck huh? (He 
shakes Scott’s hand.) 
Scott: Thanks.
Jarod: Good luck.  (He shakes Sean’s hand and leaves.)

The Next Day
(Jarod is standing at a public phone.  Beside him a newspaper on a 
newsstand states “Robbery Crew taken in Botched Heist”.)
Sydney: Sydney.
Jarod: Hope your stay at the depository wasn’t too unpleasant?
Sydney: You made quite an impression on the new regime.  I hope this 
doesn’t end up making things harder for you.
Jarod: Well, I appreciate your concern but that’s not why I called.  I’ve 
been thinking, and I was wondering if you ever thought about what it 
would have been like to have been my father?
Sydney: That was never an option Jarod, so I never allowed myself to 
even entertain such a notion.
Jarod: Well thank you Sydney, for your honesty anyway.
(Jarod hangs up and walks away down the street.  Sydney hangs up the 
phone and leans down to pick up a metal box.  He places it on the desk 
and opens it.  He takes out the origami figure of Onyssius that Jarod had 
left behind before escaping.  He puts it down and takes out the red 
monkey from the Barrel of Monkeys that Jarod had left for him inside the 
book “Curious George” in Las Vegas.  The last item he removes is the 
Father’s Day card that Jarod had made for him and that Sydney had 
thrown in the bin all those years ago.)

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