Season Two
Episode 20
"Bank"
Director: Michael Lange
Writer: Harry Dunn
The Centre/Miss Parker's Home
(Miss Parker is in a telephone conversation with Broots.)
Broots:  The uh bus company says they can't disclose passenger identification.
Parker:  The bus company says.  (The doorbell sounds.)  You are truly pitiful.  (She laughs as she moves towards the door and opens it to the extent of the chain.)
Broots: Well, yeah, they have certain privacy regulations, there's a certain protocol that we have to follow.
Parker: (To the man who is standing on the other side of the door.)  Daddy.
Broots: Daddy?
Mr Parker: Well, you gonna invite me in?
Broots: Hello?
Parker: Of course. (She disconnects the phone and closes the door to disengage the chain.  Broots is somewhat confused by the turn of events.)
Broots: Hello?  Miss Parker?
(Miss Parker places her hand on the door and takes a deep breath before opening the door and inviting her father in.)
Parker: Come in.
Mr Parker: (He enters and looks around the room.)  Hm.  I like what you've done with the place.  Your mother would love it.  (He spots a painting on one of the walls.  It is an impressionist piece depicting a woodland scene.)  Oh, that is special.  Is that new?
Parker: It was a gift when I graduated college . . . from you.
Mr Parker: (He recovers quickly.)  You remember.  (He picks up a photograph from a sideboard.  It shows a proud Catherine Parker looking down on the young Miss Parker who is looking at the camera.)  Why, you were ten years old.  You'd just come home from your first piano recital.  What was the name of that piece you played?  "Fur Elise".
Parker: Bach's Minuet in G.  Daddy what are you-
Mr Parker: Oh she was so beautiful.  Like you.  I wish people would remember your mother the way she really was.  They always taint her memory with lies.
Parker: Lies?  (She steps up to her father.)
Mr Parker: Yeah, the kind Jarod perpetuates about her, about me.  (Miss Parker takes the photograph from her father.)
Parker: The truth about Mom is in my heart.  Nothing can change that.  Daddy?  Why are you here?
Mr Parker: Bad dream.  I was awake all night.  I just ah . . . (He strokes her gently on the cheek.)  wanted to make sure you were alright.  Bach's Minuet in G?  I would love to hear you play that again.
(Mr Parker turns and leaves.  Miss Parker stands still, her back to the door.  She rubs her face where he has stroked her.  She is puzzled but sad.)

The Centre
Blue Cove, Delaware
The Sim Lab
(Broots and Sydney sit on the stairs.  They are both holding mugs and dunking food in them.)
Sydney: You sure it was her father?
Broots: Yeah.
Sydney: Strange that Mr Parker would go back to that house after all these years.  Typically unpredictable.
(Miss Parker enters unnoticed and steps up behind them.)
Parker: Working hard I see.
Broots: Miss Parker.  Oh, this came for you.  (He reaches behind him and hands her an Express Mailbag.)
Sydney: I hear your father came to visit.  (Miss Parker looks threateningly at Broots and he scurries away.)  Would you like to talk about it?
Parker: Does it look like I want to talk about it?  (Sydney shakes his head sadly.  She opens the envelope and pulls out a brochure on the Dover Town Bank.)  Dover Town Bank?  (She opens it up to find a picture of Jarod.  A message beside his photo reads '"Something of interest today at 11:00 - " The secrets to your past.  Jarod' ) Jarod.  (A smaller envelope falls to the ground.  On the front in a cursive script is "To my daughter".  Sydney bends to pick it up but Miss Parker retrieves it first.)
Sydney: A letter from your mother?
(She moves away before opening the envelope and extracting a single piece of paper.  Miss Parker imagines her mother sitting at her dresser brushing her hair as she writes the letter:)
Catherine Parker: March 20^th 1970.  I am counting the days until our trip to Europe.  How excited I am at the prospect of showing you the world.   For now though my friend and I must amend some of the ugliness that exists around us, but I promise you and I will put all of this behind us on April 14^th.  All my love. Mum.

Parker: April 14^th.  (She gasps.)  The day after Mum died.  (She gasps again before turning on heel and leaving the sim lab.)
Sydney:  Miss Parker?

Dover Town Bank
Dover, Delaware
(The inside of the bank is of old-world charm - high ceilings and lighting, columns and arches and a light airy atmosphere.  The sun filters through high windows.  There a cues of people lined up on red plush carpet runners, the lines roped off by thick chords slung between highly polished poles.  Miss Parker marches purposefully across the highly polished floor.  She stops briefly to look around before turning into the path of a large white Easter bunny - a rotund man in a bunny suit - who is carrying a basket of brightly coloured Easter eggs.  She rebounds off his well-padded stomach.
Easter Bunny: Oh, oh.  Don't put all your eggs in one basket.  Harold Rosen.  Can I interest you in one of our Easter Annuities or IRA accounts?
Parker: Back off Bugs.  (She walks up to where the duty manager sits at his desk behind a marble columned railing.)  'scuse me.  I'm expecting a package, a letter or something left for me, the name is Parker.
(A young girl, blond hair done in the latest fashion, heavy eye makeup, the epitome of a rebellious teenager, approaches the manager.)
Hayley: Dad?  Mom sent me here to get the child support.  She said not to leave until you pay.
(Miss Parker watches the exchange with interest.)
Isaac: (He turns distractedly to Miss Parker.)  One of the tellers can assist you.
(She marches off in the direction of a teller.  Two men enter the bank, one in front of the other.  The first is tall, craggy featured, wearing a long dark coat over casual clothes.  He clasps one of the edges of the jacket as if holding an object there.  He looks around, absorbing the features of the bank quickly.  His 'partner' is shorter and younger.  He too is casually dressed but wears a knapsack.  He lacks the self-assurance of the first man.  The Easter Bunny approaches the first man.)
Easter Bunny: Easter Annuity?  (The man glares at him and the Bunny backs away.)  I guess not.  (The man smiles.  Miss Parker goes to the head of the cue, waits for a lady to finish her transaction then steps up to the teller.)
Teller: Maam, I have customers ahead of you.  If you'll just wait in line?  (Miss Parker smiles her most powerful crocodile smile before turning and walking down to the end of the cue.  She stands at its end her back to it, scanning the area for any clue or sign of Jarod.)
Jarod: Patience has never been one of your virtues has it Miss Parker?  (He is standing at the end of the cue, dressed in his usual attire of black jeans, T-shirt and leather jacket.)
Parker: (She turns and steps up closely behind Jarod.)  You've got quite a set showing up here.
Jarod: Not even you would pull a gun in a bank.
Parker: Where did you find that letter?