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SEASON
2
EPISODE THREE
"Over the Edge"
Writers: Tony Blake &
Paul Jackson
Director: James Whitmore, Jr.
(Jarod
floats in a sensory deprivation tank. In his mind he sees
his mother against a background of blue sky that is dotted with
fluffy white clouds that race across it. She looks identical
to the picture that he carries everywhere with him.)
Margaret:
It's time to come home Jarod. Take my hand.
(Margaret holds out her hand.
Jarod becomes the young teenaged Jarod. He holds out his hand
and strains to reach her.)
Young Jarod:
I can't reach you Mum.
Margaret:
Try. You can do it.
Young Jarod:
Mum. Mum, don't go. (Her
image fades away.)
Mum. Mum.
Jarod:
Don't go.
Serenity Beach
Oregon
(The
seagulls wheel and cry as Sydney and Miss Parker walk along the
beach. They are accompanied by a young man, long curly hair,
wearing loose fitting clothes. They approach a tepee which
has been set up close to where the waves roll onto the rocks.)
Lad:
This is where Jarod spent most of his time while he stayed with
us.
Parker:
In a tepee? (She pulls
back the flap of the tepee and peers inside.)
Lad:
Yeah. But no, this is a sensory deprivation tank.
Parker:
I'm surprised he'd get near one of these things again.
Sydney:
But Jarod enjoyed floating in the tank. It gave him a taste
of the freedom he so desperately craved.
(Miss Parker drops the flap.)
Lad:
Most people go in the tank for an hour at a time. Jarod,
Jarod would stay in for days at a time. And then he'd come
out and go around hugging everyone he saw. I never experienced
such a connection to another human being in my entire life.
(Miss Parker turns and walks
away from the lad, moving behind Sydney.)
Parker:
Maybe if you showered once in a while the experience wouldn't be
quite so unique.
Sydney:
Did Jarod leave anything behind?
Lad:
He said to give you this.
(The lad steps up to Sydney
and embraces him. Sydney laughs.)
Sydney:
Thank you.
(The lad moves towards Miss
Parker.)
Parker:
I have a gun and I'll use it.
(He turns to Sydney who just
smiles and raises his eyebrows.)
Lad:
Cool.
Parker:
Let's go find wonder boy. Living in a tepee, somebody help
me.
Under a Bridge
(A
workman is suspending from a rope over the side of the bridge.
Below him, the scaffolding that he was working on dangles, no longer
a stable platform on which to stand.)
Man:
Help! Someone please help me. Help me! Please.
Argh! Argh!
(Jarod, wearing coveralls,
safety harness and helmet is also suspended below the bridge.
He is being lowered slowly down to the man.)
Jarod:
I'm coming. Just hang on.
(On top of the bridge the
rest of the rescue crew look over the side at Jarod's progress.)
Bobby:
(He leans over the edge of
the bridge and yells down at Jarod.)
Jarod. Wait for the basket.
Jarod:
There's no time. This rope's not going to hold. (The
rope holding the man and the scaffolding is fraying as he speaks.)
Bobby:
Roger, call the chopper now.
(Roger dives into the front
of the rescue vehicle and Bobby goes to the back of it and grabs
the basket.)
Man:
Argh! Argh!
Jarod:
Just hang on. More line.
Bobby:
Jarod what the hell are you doing? I said wait for the basket.
Jarod:
Sit tight. I've got you.
Man:
Nah! Oh. Oh!
(Jarod attaches a carabineer
that is attached by a rope from his own harness to the man's safety
harness. At that same instant the victim's scaffolding drops
and crashes to the ground.)
Jarod:
It's a great day to be alive.
OPENING
CREDITS
Urban
Search and Rescue
Headquarters
Spokane, Washington
(The
rescue team, consisting of Bobby, Roger, Jo-Ellen and Jarod, have
arrived back at the station and are stowing their equipment.
They are approached by an older man.)
Captain:
The word from the hospital is your victim is going to be fine.
Jarod:
Well that's great news.
Captain:
And the word around here is that you're a player.
Roger:
You should have seen him. Instant legend, man.
Captain:
You'd better watch out Bobby. Looks like there's a new Spiderman
in town.
Bobby:
Yeah well we'll see who has the web.
Jarod:
Spider man? (Jarod does
not understand the pop culture reference.)
Roger:
Yeah! Like in the comics.
Jo-Ellen:
Hey guys look. (She
indicates towards the table where a number of brochures are spread
on it.) Interstate
brochures from Denver. Looks like he's serious.
Jarod:
Are you thinking of transferring out?
Captain:
Retiring. Denver is where my grandson is.
Bobby:
Come on you guys. This is a good thing. Makes room
for the young guys moving up.
(The captain pretends to
give Bobby a backhanded slap across the face, and Bobby takes
up a mock defensive position. They laugh.)
Captain:
(He looks at his watch.)
Okay. Pack and stack. We're due at the tower in thirty.
(Bobby and the captain both
leave, but not before depositing some money in a jar on the table.
Roger and Jo-Ellen also add money to the jar.)
Roger:
Oh man. This is the third drill this week.
Jo-Ellen:
Well, get used to it. When Bobby makes captain he'll drill
us twenty-four - seven.
Roger:
You've got that right.
Jo-Ellen:
Here Jarod. (She hands
Jarod the jar in which she has just put some money.)
Everybody kicks in. It's SOP.
Roger:
It's sort of a ritual. Every time we come back safe from
a run we drop in a fiver for Chris.
Jarod:
He's the guy who fell from the drill tower. I thought the
department insurance plan covered accidents.
Roger:
It does cover accidents but, ah, Chris tried to kill himself.
(Roger and Jo-Ellen leave.
Jarod takes out some money and puts it in the jar. Inside
the jar there is a photograph of a smiling young man, clad in
rescue gear and standing in front of the rescue truck. He
is young and fit looking like the other members of the team.)
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