SEASON TWO
EPISODE 1
"Back from the Dead Again"
Writers: Steven Long Mitchell & Craig Van Sickle
Director: James Whitmore Jnr
A Sim Laboratory
(A heartbeat can be heard.  There are a number of images all distorted by memory.  There is a man lying down.  He is struggling as another places and secures restraints around his wrist.  The straps are tightened.  Jarod is seen shaking his head from side to side a look of terror on his face.  A syringe (a large one) is being prepared.  Jarod is injected in the arm. 
Jarod: No  No Nooooooooooooooooo!  (in panic)

St Octavio De Loudres Monastery
Cuernavaca, Mexico
(Cuernavaca is shown as a town at the base of a tree covered mountain.   A church spire is prominent amongst the red rooved buildings.)

Outside the Church
(Broots, Miss Parker and Sydney are walking along a path.  It is hot.  Miss Parker
is wearing a very short dress (in brown) that has no sleeves.  Broots is in short sleeved shirt and Sydney is in usual business shirt but with sleeves rolled up and the tie loosened.  Sydney is wearing sun glasses.)
Parker: (She is talking on her cell phone) Well, my father didn't just vanish …  I am not his secretary …  You're supposed to know where he is.  (She shuts the cell phone.)  I hate attitude. (She puts it away.)
Sydney: (To Miss Parker) Problem at The Centre?  (Broots blows nose)
Parker: Well, my father's been at his desk in The Tower at 7 am for the last thirty-five years.  Two weeks in a row he's been a no show.
Broots: That's weird.
Sydney: There's a great deal of peculiar activity in The Tower of late and now it's trickling down to us.
Broots: Tell me about it.  They've even jacked up the prices in all of the vending machines.  A bag of Funyans sets me back a buck now.  (Miss Parker gives Broots a withering look as he walks on.)  Well it's true.

Inside the Church
(They are walking down the centre aisle of the church.  It is an old church and all light is natural although there are some candle chandeliers.  Sydney and Broots are walking in front of Miss Parker.)
Broots: Let's face it.  The place has been different ever since…
Parker:  Go ahead Broots, say it.  Ever since Raines was shot.
Sydney: Well don't look at me.  I'm no marksman.
Broots: Hey, I didn't even want to take a gun, remember?
(They continue up the aisle towards a man in monks robes - brown with cowl and rope belt, sandalled feet.)
Parker:  Well, if I'd shot sterno head he would be snoring through dirt now instead of filling bed-pans in The Centre's burn unit.   Excuse me.  (Miss Parker pushes past Broots)

Outside the Monastery
(They are following the monk from inside the Church along a colonnaded path.)
Monk: I have met thousands of men from all walks of life who've sought retreat here but I've never met anyone like Brother Jarod.

Jaord's Cell
(The trio is following the monk who is carrying a lit candle, down a set of stone stairs with wooden railing.  The room appears to be musty, with very few comforts.   Candelabras suggest no electricity.)
Monk: He spent all of his time in his cell.   Barely ate.  Never slept.  But given the severity of his nightmares I suppose it is understandable.  He had such sadness in his soul.
Parker: Not exactly Home and Garden.  (She is walking down the stairs, the cigarette hanging from her bottom lip as she speaks.)
(They approach a table at the bottom of the stairs.  The words Dia De Los Muertos painted on it.  Above the words there is a cardboard model of the room in which they are standing.  Within the model of the room is the table with a miniature of the model on it.  Three Day of the Dead Cadavers are looking at the model on the model of the table.  The way that they have been posed gives the impression of Broots, Sydney and Miss Parker.  Also in the model there is a miniature candle and two miniature coffins.)
Sydney: Dia De Los Muertos.  The Day of the Dead.  (Sydney is reading the words that have been painted on the table.)
Monk: A Mexican Festival similar to your Halloween in which cemeteries are prepared to welcome back the departed.
Sydney: These morbid images may explain Jarod's long silence.  Indication of some sort of preoccupation with death?
Parker:  Speaking of death.  Look at this.  (She picks up a doll-sized coffin.  This is larger than the ones that are part of the model on the desk.  She opens it and finds a blue notebook inside.  She takes it out and starts flicking through it.)
Broots: A hand carved coffin.  (Sydney examines coffin.)
Monk: Jarod made it himself.   It was always with him.
Parker: The same type of notebook that his brother Kyle used.  (Miss Parker hands the blue notebook to Sydney)
Sydney: Jarod's grieving.  (Broots picks up a second coffin.)  Searching for closure in the loss of his brother.
Broots: Then, ah, who's this coffin for? 
(Sydney puts the blue notebook on table and moves to Broots.  He opens that coffin but it's empty except for white satin lining and a little satin pillow.
Parker: What's it mean, Freud?
Sydney: Someone's going to die.

Morgue (Or Is It?)
(There is a tiled floor.  Bodies under plastic and white sheets rest on metal examination tables.  Under one of the plastic sheets Jarod's death-like head protrudes from beneath a white sheet.)

Colonial College Medical School
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Gross Anatomy Theatre
(There are many young people there looking earnest and eager.  They are wearing an assortment of white and blue lab coats and hospital scrubs.  Some are carrying clip boards and some are carrying textbooks.  They are gathering into small groups around shrouded corpses on gurneys.  A threesome step forward, a blonde female (Chloe) wearing a white lab coat, a Hispanic male (Fernando) in lab coat and an Anglo male (Joel) wearing casual clothes but has put on surgical gloves.)
Joel:  (Joel claps his hands together in obvious excitement.) Who wants to touch?
Chloe: (Chloe slaps him on the shoulder and wags a finger at him). You're sick!  (Chloe is looking quite nervous and uncomfortable with the situation.)
Joel: Ah don't be spooked Chloe.  We're going to be dissecting them all year.
Fernando: Joel, you shouldn't touch the cadaver until the prof get's here.
Joel: Fernando, I have been waiting all year to get into this class.  Besides I don't think this one's gonna mind.  ….  (Joel moves forward to remove the plastic sheet from the 'cadaver'.  As he put a hand to the plastic the 'cadaver's' eyes pop open and Jarod moves and throws off the coverings.)  Ah! Ah! ARGHHHHHH!
Jarod: Think again. (Jarod sits up and Joel steps back.)
Joel:  Who the hell are you?
Jarod: Jarod Howard, your new professor.  (Jarod takes a pair of glasses from his trouser pocket and puts them on.  They are round wire frames and gives him