4-01 The World’s Changing
4-01 The World’s Changing
The World’s Changing
It doesn’t seem to matter how much it changes. It’s still the same for us. We’re still alone in it.
Jarod
The World’s Changing
It doesn’t seem to matter how much it changes. It’s still the same for us. We’re still alone in it.
Jarod
Original air date: September 25, 1999
Written by: Steven Long Mitchell & Craig W. Van Sickle
Directed by: James Whitmore, Jr.
Jarod once again finds himself a prisoner at the Centre, although with help from Sydney he’s soon free and helping a couple being targeted for extermination by Lyle and his Sweepers.
Jarod’s Discoveries: Information on Emily’s whereabouts
Jarod’s Occupations: Atomic Researcher, DEA Agent
Jarod’s Aliases: Jarod Hickam, Jarod Watts
Official Synopsis
Jarod searches for nuclear researchers targeted by the Centre.
Lyle imprisons a filthy, beaten Jarod in a cage hidden in the Centre and warns him that “the world’s changing.” Weeks later, a concerned Sydney pleads with Lyle to let him see Jarod. Lyle informs him that the Triumvirate ordered Jarod’s isolation. Lyle shows Sydney a DSA disc, which contains footage of a gaunt, dispirited Jarod. While Lyle is distracted by a mysterious albino visitor, a Mr. White, Sydney steals the disc. Sydney enlists Angelo’s empathetic ability in hopes of discovering Jarod’s whereabouts.
Hidden from Broots and Sydney, Miss Parker lies, drugged and weak, in a hospital bed as she recovers from a bullet in her back meant for her father. Mr. Parker pays his daughter a clandestine hospital visit. He warns her that Jarod is the key to their survival.
Meanwhile, Sydney locates a disoriented Jarod, who is still imprisoned in the cage. Jarod tells Sydney that if he cooperates with the Centre, he will get to see his father. Before Jarod can reveal more information, Lyle appears with Sam the Sweeper and prepares to sedate Jarod for a plane trip. As Sydney is led away, he discovers two sedatives in his pocket—and realizes that Jarod placed them on his person.
As the jet flies into the night, a handcuffed Jarod slyly observes the plane’s mysterious albino passenger, Mr. White. White holds a photo of a family he intends to blow up with a bomb he is transporting in his briefcase. Suddenly, Jarod frees himself and overtakes Sam and White. During the scuffle, the pilot is hit. The plane goes into a dive, but Jarod takes control and brings the craft to a crash landing. White escapes the wreckage, leaving behind the photo of the couple and a little girl standing in front of a partially obscured sign that reads “At searc lab uffol, New York.” Jarod examines the charred photo.
Back at the hospital, Broots and Sydney sneak into Miss Parker’s room. They inform Miss Parker that no visitors are permitted because of a false suicide watch. Miss Parker accuses the “wheezy bastard Raines” of isolating her. Broots and Sydney also tell Miss Parker that Lyle has an albino heading a secret project called “Silence.” A day later, Miss Parker escapes from the hospital to hunt down Raines. She locates a dramatically changed, “born again” Raines. His strange behavior disturbs Miss Parker so much that she abandons her plans to kill him and returns to the Centre.
Posing as a NASA designer at the Atomic Research Laboratory in Buffalo, New York, Jarod discovers that the couple in the photo are Clare and John Nash, a pair of energy researchers at the lab. Sydney contacts Jarod and warns him that the Centre’s “Project Silence” has targeted the couple. Additionally, Lyle and White have an agent inside the Department of Energy (DOE) who is helping implement the elimination of the Nashes.
Jarod infiltrates the DOE by posing as an inept agent. The agent detail includes Kurt Tympson, Miles Carlson, and Andrew Blaine, who are developing security strategies for the Nashes. Jarod learns that, once the Nashes discovered that their nuclear research was not for energy application, but weapon research, they made a deal with the DOE to expose a company called the Ralor Corporation. The DOE has placed the Nashes in separate protective custody. Agent Carlson takes Jarod to a safe house to meet with Claire Nash.
Angelo sends photos to Jarod of Lyle and White paying off Kurt Tympson, who is “on the take.” Jarod runs back to the safe house, but can find no signs of Clare Nash or the agents. On Agent Tympson’s orders, Claire was allegedly taken to meet her husband and daughter. Back at the Centre, Miss Parker, Lyle and Sweepers board a jet bound for the Atomic Research lab to find Jarod.
In a parking garage outside the lab, a nervous Clair Nash sits with Agent Tympson. Inside the lab, White activates a bomb as John Nash and his daughter, Cynthia, enter the building with their escorts. Jarod rushes into the lab and blocks Whites’ exit. White baits Jarod with personal information about Jarod’s father and sister Emily that he intimates is in his briefcase. White escapes as he tosses the briefcase into the nearby blast furnace. As Jarod fishes out the burning briefcase, he spots the bomb. With only minutes to detonation, Jarod disarms the device. Moments later, Miss Parker and the Sweepers enter the lab and find the diffused bomb. Jarod confronts Agent Tympson, who is leading Claire into the building. Jarod exposes Tympson’s role in Project Silence to the other agents. They take Tympson into custody. Jarod then reunites the Nash family. He hands the Nashes keys to a getaway car, along with fake ID’s and plane tickets to start a new life. As the Nashes leave, Jarod, holding a charred envelope, revives his hope to reunite with his own family.
Once again, Jarod eludes the Sweepers, Miss Parker and Lyle. Later that night, a philosophical Jarod calls and commiserates with Miss Parker about the loss of their respective families.
Season 1
- 1-01 Pilot
- 1-02 Every Picture Tells A Story
- 1-03 Flyer
- 1-04 Curious Jarod
- 1-05 The Paper Clock
- 1-06 To Protect And Serve
- 1-07 A Virus Among Us
- 1-08 Not Even a Mouse
- 1-09 Mirage
- 1-10 Better Part Of Valor
- 1-11 Bomb Squad
- 1-12 Prison Story
- 1-13 Bazooka Jarod
- 1-14 Ranger Jarod
- 1-15 Jaroldo!
- 1-16 Under The Reds
- 1-17 Keys
- 1-18 Unhappy Landings
- 1-19 Jarod’s Honor
- 1-20 Baby Love
- 1-21 Dragon House
- 1-22 Dragon House
Season 2
- 2-01 Back From the Dead Again
- 2-02 Scott Free
- 2-03 Over the Edge
- 2-04 Exposed
- 2-05 Nip and Tuck
- 2-06 Past Sim
- 2-07 Collateral Damage
- 2-08 Hazards
- 2-09 FX
- 2-10 Indy Show
- 2-11 Gigolo Jarod
- 2-12 Toy Surprise
- 2-13 A Stand Up Guy
- 2-14 Unforgotten
- 2-15 Bulletproof
- 2-16 Silence
- 2-17 Crash
- 2-18 Stolen
- 2-19 Red Rock Jarod
- 2-20 Bank
- 2-21 Bloodlines
- 2-22 Bloodlines
Season 3
- 3-01 Crazy
- 3-02 Hope & Prey
- 3-03 Once in a Blue Moon
- 3-04 Someone to Trust
- 3-05 Betrayal
- 3-06 Parole
- 3-07 Homefront
- 3-08 Flesh and Blood
- 3-09 Murder 101
- 3-10 Mr. Lee
- 3-11 The Assassin
- 3-12 Unsinkable
- 3-13 Pool
- 3-14 At The Hour Of Our Death
- 3-15 Countdown
- 3-16 P.T.B.
- 3-17 Ties That Bind
- 3-18 Wake Up
- 3-19 End Game
- 3-20 Qallupilluit
- 3-21 Donoterase
- 3-22 Donoterase
Season 4
- 4-01 The World’s Changing
- 4-02 Survival
- 4-03 Angel’s Flight
- 4-04 Risque Business
- 4-05 Road Trip
- 4-06 Extreme
- 4-07 Wild Child
- 4-08 Rules of Engagement
- 4-09 ‘Til Death Do Us Part
- 4-10 Spin Doctor
- 4-11 Cold Dick
- 4-12 Lifeline
- 4-13 Ghosts From the Past
- 4-14 The Agent of Year Zeroh
- 4-15 Junk
- 4-16 School Daze
- 4-17 Meltdown
- 4-18 Corn Man A Comin’
- 4-19 The Inner Sense
- 4-20 The Inner Sense
The World’s Changing Transcript
Bowels of the Sub Level | ||
Sam | Settle down or I’ll bash you again! | |
Mr Lyle | He still stinks. | |
Sam | On the way to the shower, he freaked. Thought he was gonna chew my heart out. It took a little swipe from the motivator to calm him down. | |
Mr Lyle | If you don’t want to go to the showers, I’ll bring the showers to you. | |
Shower with firehose | ||
Mr Lyle | Enough! We don’t want him dead, just less odiferous. Clean the filth off yourself, then do the walls. | |
Jarod | You clean it. | |
Mr Lyle | The world is changing. Mr, Parker is gone, Mr, Raines is gone, Miss Parker is…God only knows where. But you and I are here… and I’m in charge. | |
Jarod effects an escape using a stolen button he chewed off Sam’s jacket. Climbing his way through the air vents to freedom, he is shocked when he lands in a chainlink fence cage, facing a smug Lyle. | ||
Mr Lyle | Like I said, the world’s changing. | |
Jarod | No! No! No! You bastards! No! No! No! | |
intro | ||
Watching Jarod on a DSA in Mr Lyle’s office | ||
Jarod | No! No! You bastards! | |
Mr Lyle | That was three weeks ago, Since then we’ve been working on making him more manageable. | |
Sydney | Why haven’t I been allowed to see him? | |
Mr Lyle | Look at him, he was out of control. | |
Sydney | Was? | |
Mr Lyle | The world is changing, and so is Boy Wonder. | |
Sydney | Listen to me, Lyle. You’re a sick man. | |
Mr Lyle | I’m a persuasive man. | |
Sydney and Mr Lyle watching Lyle & Jarod on a DSA | ||
Mr Lyle | Jarod? I have a project that I’d like you to do for me. | |
Jarod | Anything you want, Mr. Lyle. | |
Sydney | Brainwashing’s not possible with Jarod. | |
Mr Lyle | Oh, we all have an Achilles’ heel. In Jarod’s case, it’s family. The one he so desperately wants back | |
Mr Lyle | If you wanna hear about Mommy and Daddy, just trust me. | |
Mr Lyle | I love that part. | |
Sydney | Lyle, please let me go to him. | |
Mr Lyle | Sydney, if it were up to me, you two could go on a father-son picnic… but the isolation orders come from the Triumvirate – Big Mutumbo. | |
Mr White | I got here as quickly as I could. | |
Mr Lyle | Sydney, if you’ll excuse me. | |
Sydney | We haven’t finished talking about Jarod! | |
Mr Lyle | Sydney, Jarod is no longer the most important thing in the world, and tomorrow he leaves forever. He’s Mutumbo’s property, and I, for one, am not gonna cross that crazy Zulu. Did you see the look on his face when he took Raines and my father away? Just, uh, take in a movie. Get a massage, Check out the amputee dwarves down in SL 6. Just forget about Jarod. | |
Sydney’s Lab | ||
Broots | You stole a DSA from Lyle? Ever since Mutumbo’s put that thumbless maniac in charge…more bodies have been droppin’ around here than St. Valentine’s Day Massacre. Did he tell you where Miss Parker’s hospitalised? | |
Sydney | No, He played dumb on that too. | |
Broots | Who’s the albino? | |
Sydney | Someone more important than Jarod. | |
Broots | Who could be more important than Jarod? | |
Sydney | I don’t know. Maybe the world really is changing. | |
St Cahterine’s Hospital, Oakpoint, MD | ||
Patient | Stop the voices! | |
Mr Parker | Nurse, uh, I’m looking for my daughter. | |
Nurse | At the end of the hall. | |
Mr Parker | Oh! Oh, my! Oh, my angel! | |
Miss Parker | Daddy? | |
Mr Parker | Where- Oh! Oh, thank you, Lord. My angel, I am so sorry. | |
Miss Parker | It wasn’t your fault. | |
Mr Parker | It is all my fault. Are you okay? | |
Miss Parker | They kept me drugged in I.C.U. for three weeks. You’re the first visitor I’ve seen. | |
Mr Parker | Yeah. I noticed. Yeah, it’s a damn good thing, angel, huh? Tell you, those bastards don’t know where I am. They don’t know I’m here, and we’re gonna keep it that way. | |
Miss Parker | Where have you been? | |
Mr Parker | Equatorial Africa. | |
Miss Parker | The Triumvirate must be happy they got Jarod back. | |
Mr Parker | Oh, yeah, you’d think so. Instead, they threw one right nasty soiree for me and that wheezing bastard Raines. You know, I’m beginning to wonder about his loyalty. | |
Miss Parker | Beginning to? The bullet in my back was meant for you. | |
Mr Parker | Can’t kill a Parker. Never. I got Brigitte out already. Gotta keep that baby. Gotta have that baby, especially alive. | |
Miss Parker | Daddy, what the hell’s going on? | |
Mr Parker | Same as usual – Jarod. He’s the key to our survival- all of us. Oh, can’t talk. Not here. Not now. | |
Miss Parker | You’re scaring me. | |
Mr Parker | Oh, we can’t have that. I mean, that’s what they want. Can’t have that. Can’t give them the edge. | |
Nurse | She’s not supposed to have visitors. | |
Mr Parker | I was just leaving. | |
Miss Parker | Me too. I’m discharging myself. | |
Nurse | Only your psychiatrist can discharge you. | |
Miss Parker | My psychiatrist? I was shot! Since when do headshrinkers use scalpels? | |
Patient | I want my mommy! | |
Mr Parker | Oh, she probably went to call somebody. I hope I can trust you not to tell anybody I was here. | |
Miss Parker | Daddy, don’t leave me. | |
Mr Parker | I’ll come back when I can explain. Huh? Oh, who was that, uh, playwright with the white beard? Your mother used to read him all the time-with all that punctuation. | |
Miss Parker | Shaw? | |
Mr Parker | Yeah, well, whatever. Listen, there’s a quote I want you to remember. “A family is a tyranny ruled over by its weakest member.” Its weakest member. Don’t forget that. | |
Miss Parker | Oh, Daddy. Daddy, Daddy. | |
Jarod in abandoned Sub Level Cell | ||
Jarod | Kri kra toad’s foot, Geese walk barefoot. So what’s in store tonight? Another date with Mr Lyle’s jumper cable? | |
Sam | Different game this time, Jarod. | |
Jarod | Are we taking another trip? | |
Sam | This time it’s not so dependable. | |
Jarod | Vaccines. Hepatitis A, malaria, typhoid. Africa. | |
Sam | You are as smart as they say. | |
Jarod | Lot of good it’s done me lately. | |
Sam | Arm. | |
Jarod | Kri kra toad’s foot. | |
Sydney’s Lab | ||
Sydney | Tell me where Jarod is, Angelo. Find him for me. | |
Broots | Hey. What’s goin’ on? | |
Sydney | I’m using Angelo’s empathetic abilities to try and determine where Jarod is being kept. | |
Broots | How does the, uh, freak with the Flowbee fit in? | |
Sydney | In case of suspicions, I wanted the lab to be business as usual. | |
Broots | Ah. Usual. | |
Angelo | Sydney. Scared. | |
Sydney | Yes, Angelo. Sydney is scared that he’ll never see Jarod again. Empath Jarod. Tell me where they’re holding him. | |
Broots | Any luck? | |
Sydney | Not yet. You? | |
Broots | I found some breadcrumbs that may lead us to Miss Parker. A short call comes in at the exact same time from a hospital 50 miles west of here. | |
Sydney | Patient update. | |
Broots | Exactly. Unfortunatley, before I could track where the calls went to, Lyle’s albino came blustering in. Something about a priority communication. Something called Si- Silence. | |
Sydney | Silence, huh? | |
Angelo | Angelo happy. Find Jarod. | |
Mr Lyle | If you wanna hear about Mommy and Daddy, just trust me. | |
Sydney & Angelo at Jarod’s cell | ||
Sydney | Jarod. Jarod. | |
Jarod | Sydney. | |
Sydney | Are you okay? | |
Jarod | Is it true? Is it true that they captured my father and the boy? | |
Sydney | Did Lyle tell you that? | |
Jarod | He said only one of them survived, and I’d find out which one in Africa… if I cooperate. | |
Sydney | You trust Lyle? | |
Jarod | Don’t you? | |
Mr Lyle | Well, don’t you, Sydney? I see even you found this needle in our little haystack, I wonder how. I never liked you. I’m not even sure what the hell you are. Come on, Jarod. Time to go. | |
Sam | No injections this time, Jarod. | |
Jarod | Sedatives. | |
Sydney | Jarod. | |
Jarod | It’s okay, Sydney. I prefer to sleep through this. | |
Sydney | Jarod, don’t! Lyle, I won’t allow this! | |
Mr Lyle | Deny it as sweet sorrow if you want, Sydney, but you two are parting, so be a man. Say adios. | |
Sydney | Good-bye, Sydney. | |
Sydney | Tongue? That-a-boy. Uh, Sydney? Put him away. | |
Angelo | Jarod’s soul is clouded. | |
Sydney | His mind is still sharp. | |
Centre Jet | ||
Sam | Good night, sweet prince. We’re good to go. | |
Pilot | The tower called, We have a priority passenger to be dropped off. Level “A” project called Silence. | |
Sam | Until we cross the Atlantic, we’re not stoppin’ anywhere for anyone. | |
Mr White | Mr, Lyle says we are. I’ll tell you where we’re going when we get in the air. | |
Mr White | Yes, Mr, Lyle, I have the blueprints and everything I need, Tell our clients at Raylor that as soon as our inside person gets the E.T.A. Silence will go down flawlessly this time. Well, the C-4 will catalyze the on-site accelerant and burn white hot, Even if someone could dig through the debris. Uur corporate customers can rest assured there’ll be no trace of even the timing device that survives. Oh, I guarantee you- there’ll be no trace left of the Nash family… or anyone else who happens to be in that building. Any residual fallout will just help to mask the I.D.’s of our intended targets,I’ll contact you when I’m in place. | |
Jarod | Haven’t you people destroyed enough lives? | |
Pilot | What the hell’s goin’ on? If a bullet penetrates the jet’s skin, it can explode. | |
Jarod | Not if something plugs the hole. | |
Jarod fights with Sam, the pilot gets shot and Jarod shoots out a window, half sucking Mr White out, and efficiently plugging the hole while rendering him useless. Jarod moved to the cockpit to land the plane. | ||
Jarod | Come on! Come on! | |
The plane has crash landed, the pilot has been treated by Jarod, Sam is tied up and Mr White is gone. | ||
Jarod | Good morning, sweet prince. Fortunately, I was able to land the plane in almost one piece. | |
Sam | My lucky day. Where’s Mr. White? | |
Jarod | He disappeared. Any idea where he might have disappeared to? | |
Sam | Even if I knew, I wouldn’t tell you. | |
The Centre, Mr Lyle’s Office | ||
Mr Lyle on the phone | Yes, Mutumbo, I understand clearly every word that you are saying… and I assure you that the irony of Jarod’s escape is not lost on me either. | |
Mutumbo | Sir, are you being facetious? | |
Mr Lyle | Facetious? No. No. Of course I’m not being facetious, sir. | |
Mutumbo | You understand? | |
Mr Lyle | Yes, I understand the importance of reacquiring Jarod as it relates to Silence. Sir, but, as you know, we have an inside person, So, our friends at Raylor can rest assured that the project will not be compromised. | |
Mutumbo | It better not be. | |
Mr Lyle | Yes, sir, You have my word. | |
Mutumbo | All right. | |
Sydney | It seems like the world hasn’t changed so much. | |
Mr Lyle | Okay, Sydney, you were right, and I was wrong. But I would rather be alive and wrong than dead right. And if we don’t get Jarod back… I’m not the only one Mutumbo’s gonna personally reeducate. | |
Broots | Oh. Oh, sorry for bursting in. | |
Mr Lyle | What? | |
Broots | You won’t believe who I just saw walkin’ around the hallways alive as day. I mean, rumor has it he’s supposed to be dead, but he’s, uh, not. | |
Mr Raines | Glad to disappoint you. | |
Broots | Huh. | |
Mr Raines | It’s good to be back in the bosom of the Centre. God bless you all! Now, let’s go catch Jarod. Amen. | |
Atomic Research Lab | ||
Research Admin | A Ph. D. in nuclearphysics from M.I.T. and a doctorate in radio isotopic design from USC, That’s a pretty impressive sheepskin. | |
Jarod | You see what they look like on the Internet, press print, and all of a sudden, you’re somebody else. | |
Research Admin | Oh, uh, Jeanie, this is Dr. Jarod Hickum. Helped design the propulsion system on the Cassini probe for NASA. | |
Jarod | Nice to meet you. | |
Jeanie | Weren’t those Russian-made reactors? | |
Jarod | I believe that you’re thinking of the TOPAZ II. The Cassini’s reactors were Chandon designed, with 72 pounds of 238 at the core. | |
Research Admin | Well, I hope your expertise can help us with the Neptune probe. We’re, um, three months behind schedule. | |
Jeanie | And we’ve lost our two best researchers. | |
Jarod | Well, I’m here to do everything I can. | |
St Cahterine’s Hospital, Oakpoint, MD | ||
Broots | Sydney, Miss Parker. Miss Parker, we’ve been searching everywhere for you. Thank God you’re- | |
Miss Parker | Alive? Hardly. And these morons in here won’t let me out. Oh, I get my strength back, I swear I’m going postal. | |
Sydney | That’s what they’re afraid of. According to this chart, you were admitted under a suicide watch. | |
Miss Parker | Suicide? I was shot in the back! | |
Sydney | Only your next of kin can okay your discharge. | |
Miss Parker | Next of kin. | |
Sydney | Parker, have you heard from your father? | |
Miss Parker | No. | |
Broots | Well, somebody sure wants to keep you in here. | |
Miss Parker | Yeah, the wheezing sack of bones Raines. | |
Sydney | I’m not certain that’s right. | |
Broots | Raines may have spent some time on Mutumbo’s side of the street but he’s acting more like he’s been in Mister Rogers’ neighborhood. He found religion- or it was given to him. | |
Miss Parker | I don’t buy it. There’s somethin’ goin’ down at the Centre, and they don’t want me around. | |
Broots | Lyle keeps saying, “The world is changing.” Besides Raines’s rebirth, Jarod has escaped. And Lyle has some albino running a priority project called Silence. | |
Miss Parker | I gotta get outta here. | |
Sydney | You still need rest. At least another 24 hours. | |
Miss Parker | Twenty-four hours, and then I’m blowin’ this CAT scan stand. I want you to find out everything you can about the albino and Silence. They may have me down, but I’ll be damned if I’m out. Go! | |
Atomic Research Lab | ||
Jeanie | Jarod, What are you doing here? | |
Jarod | Jeanie. Hi. I was trying to get a leg up on things and I thought I would go straight to the source. What part of the project were the Nash’s working on? | |
Jeanie | They were heading up the research for Raylor Corporation’s propulsion system. They made some incredible discoveries with multiple applications, But most of their work was sealed after the accident. | |
Jarod | Accident? | |
Jeanie | Yeah, a freak thing. Their sailboat blew up while in port in the Caribbean. A gas leak or something. I can’t believe they’re dead. | |
Jarod | Maybe they’re not. Who sealed the data? | |
Jeanie | The word was it all went to the Department of Energy office in Albany. | |
Sydney and Jarod on the phone | ||
Sydney | This is Sydney. | |
Jarod | I hear silence is golden, especially at the Centre. | |
Sydney | There is a project called Silence, but God only knows what it is. | |
Jarod | Is that Mr. Broots I hear? | |
Broots | Yeah. How’d you know? | |
Jarod | Deviated septum. Right nostril | |
Broots | Well, I did get beaned with an Etch A Sketch when I was seven- | |
Jarod | What can you tell me about Silence? | |
Broots | Just that Lyle and some weird-looking albino guy were talkin’ about it. | |
Jarod | Ah, yes, The white-haired man. He and I shared some frequent-flyer miles. | |
Broots | Hey, I can’t talk to you about this. We’re- We’re supposed to be tryin’ to catch you. | |
Jarod | I know where you live, Mr. Broots. | |
Broots | Even if we did find something out about Silence…You don’t know what’s going on around here. I mean, they turned Mr. Raines into Pat Robertson. | |
Jarod | Silence is about the Centre killing a man, woman and their child. Now, Lyle and the albino have an inside person helping them. My guess is someone within the Department of Energy, I need help finding out who. | |
Sydney | We’ll do our best. | |
Jarod | Well, you’d better, because if you don’t an innocent family is going to die. | |
Department of Energy, Albany, NY | ||
Agent Blaine | So, who’s this new hot shot joining the Nash detail, Inspector? | |
Inspector | His name is Jarod Watts, but he is hardly a hotshot. Bottom third in college, barely squeak-by I.Q. This guy has been bounced around from one mediocre assignment to the next. | |
Agent Timson | But he has one thing on his resume that none of us have. | |
Agent Blaine | What’s that? | |
Agent Timson | The same last name as the undersecretary. | |
Agent Carlson | Son? | |
Agent Timson | Nephew. | |
Agent Carlson | Oh. | |
Jarod | I’m sorry I’m, uh, late. So-Sorry. Uh, Jarod Watts. The reason I’m late is I was doing a little boning up on that Nash thing, | |
Inspector | The “Nash thing” is a P-1 Witness Protection transfer, Watts. Please don’t forget that. | |
Jarod | Uh, yes, sir. | |
Inspector | Now then, Agent Timson will continue to be point on the Clare Nash protection team up until she is reunited with husband and daughter. | |
Agent Timson | I’ll be maintaining a Code 3 security status on the Nash woman. | |
Jarod | Excuse me, Uh, isn’t a Code 3 a little bit thin? | |
Inspector | That’s the idea, Watts. You see, a Code 3 provides protection without drawing undue attention to the location said witness is being held. It’s really quite effective. | |
Jarod | Yes, sir. Code 3. | |
Inspector | Agent Carlson, please, try to bring Watts up to speed on the “Nash thing, I’ll tolerate no mistakes. That’s lunch. | |
Miss Parker’s House | ||
Mr Parker on phone message | Angel, it’s Daddy. I looked for you at the hospital, but you’re gone. You can’t keep a Parker underwraps. No, sirree. Uh, what I need to tell you has to be said face-to-face, I’ll be at your place tonight at 9:00. Now, you be alone, Erase this tape, I wouldn’t want the wrong people showin’up, | |
Miss Parker | Wrong people. Raines. | |
Department of Energy, Albany, NY | ||
Agent Carlson | The Nashes’nuclear research for the Raylor Corporation was supposed to be strictly for space propulsion applications. But when they suspected Raylor was sellin’ their work for weapons applications they decided to blow the whistle to the D.O.E.. That’s when someone tried to kill them on the boat. | |
Jarod | Are there any leads? | |
Agent Carlson | None. Completely professional job. It turned out to be almost as good as killing them. | |
Jarod | How’s that? | |
Agent Carlson | Well, the Nashes got separated in the mayhem,and it drove them underground. | |
Jarod | Until the D.O.E. found Jason Nash and his daughter living in the Caribbean. | |
Agent Carlson | They were placed in protective custody, Jason Nash said the only way he’d testify if his wife was found and they were reunited as a family. We just recently found Clare. Tomorrow at 3:00 we bring them all back together at the Atomic Research Lab. Family reunited, family talks. | |
Jarod | Family talks, family dies. | |
The Centre | ||
Mr Raines | My work here is my life, I’ve spent years here doing the work of the Lord. | |
Miss Parker | Raines, it’s time for you to pay for killing my mother. Say your prayers, you son of a bitch. | |
Mr Raines | Miss Parker, I’d like to introduce Father Connelley. He was a friend of your mother’s, | |
Father Connelley | How do you do? I look forward to you continuing with your good work, Mr. Raines. | |
Miss Parker | What’s your good work? Free exorcisms for the whack jobs in Renewal? | |
Mr Raines | Do you believe in miracles, Miss Parker? | |
Miss Parker | I believe in revenge. Now tell me, why did you try and kill Daddy? | |
Mr Raines | A selfish, misguided act. But it came from above, as God is my witness. | |
Miss Parker | This kindness crap may slay ’em at the parish potluck, but it ain’t cuttin’ it with me. | |
Mr Raines | Then I’ll turn the other cheek. Miss Parker, those miracles I mentioned-they begin with… love. | |
Miss Parker | When I find out what you’re up to…it’s gonna take a hell of a lot more than a prayer to save your sorry ass. | |
DOE Safehouse, Albany, NY | ||
Clare Nash | Thank you, but I’m not hungry. | |
Jarod | Mrs. Nash won’t eat? | |
Agent Blaine | She’s a little freaked out. | |
Jarod | Let me try. I know it’s not gourmet, but you really should eat. It will help you keep your strength up. | |
Clare Nash | No. Thank you though. | |
Jarod | When I was a kid, in the place I grew up in, I never wanted to eat either. | |
Clare Nash | Why was that, Agent Watts? | |
Jarod | Because it wasn’t my body that needed nourishing. It was my heart. There wasn’t a meal satisfying enough or a room safe enough to help me stop missing the family that I wanted to be with so badly. | |
Clare Nash | Well, where’s your family now? | |
Jarod | I don’t know. It’s the not knowing, the waiting, that’s the hardest partBut while you wait, maybe this can help. | |
Clare Nash | C- Courtney gave me this for Mother’s Day. I thought I lost it forever. | |
Jarod | Tomorrow you’ll be back together with the real thing. I promise you. | |
The Centre, Sydney’s Office | ||
Miss Parker | I miss the days when the people I couldn’t trust were the people I couldn’t trust. | |
Sydney | You’ve obviously met the new Mr. Raines, Miss Parker. Now meet Mr. White. He reports to Lyle. | |
Miss Parker | Since when does anybody report to my brother? | |
Sydney | Since the Triumvirate gave him his own covert team a few years ago. His latest project is called Silence. | |
Miss Parker | It’s a corporate-sponsored Centre hit on a couple research scientists. | |
Sydney | Jarod was on that plane with White when it went down. He knows those innocent people will die if he doesn’t stop him. You know he’ll try. | |
Miss Parker | If Jarod’s going, then so am I. | |
Sydney | Hmmm. | |
Broots | Miss Parker’s gonna want to off herself when she hears this one. | |
Miss Parker | Can anybody spare a noose? | |
Broots | Miss Parker! | |
Miss Parker | Is your nose whistling? | |
Broots | I have a deviated septum. You know, Mr. Parker couldn’t have been the next of kin to have you committed in that hospital on that suicide watch. The dates don’t square, Mutumbo had already siphoned away Mr Parker, So, the next of kin would had to have been- | |
Miss Parker | Lyle. Lyle trapped me there. | |
Miss Parker’s House | ||
Miss Parker | Daddy? Daddy! | |
Mr Parker on camera | I’m sorry I can’t be there to talk to you face-to-face, but, uh, plans change, huh? After all, it is the Centre, right? Now, I don’t have a whole hell of a lot of time, so pay attention. The world is changing. The Centre is changing. I am changing. And you? You have to ride all this crazy stuff out, see? Just, uh, ride her out. Don’t try to find us. And above all else, angel, watch out for yourself. Don’t forget – “A family is a tyranny.” | |
Mr Lyle | “Ruled over by its weakest member.” Thank God you’re safe. You had me worried. | |
Miss Parker | About what? That suicidal sis might play a little game of razor roulette? | |
Mr Lyle | The suicide watch was for your own protection. | |
Miss Parker | Oh. | |
Mr Lyle | Not perfect, but it was all I could think of. The more the others thought you were a non factor, the safer you’d be. | |
Miss Parker | Others? | |
Mr Lyle | The same ones that got to Raines…that put the scare into our father. | |
Miss Parker | Which conveniently put you in charge. | |
Mr Lyle | Mutumbo snaps, I jump. Guilty. | |
Miss Parker | You and your team- I know all about your covert division. Mr. White. Silence. | |
Mr Lyle | Good, because I need your help. Look, I’m being straight here. Silence is a Level “A” contract. The last thing I needed was for Jarod to escape and make this his cause. | |
Miss Parker | Careful. You’re sweating. | |
Mr Lyle | Well, with Jarod hovering, I’d be stupid not to. | |
Miss Parker | You botch a Level “A,” and you’ll need my prayers, not my help. | |
Mr Lyle | I need my sister. I’ve always been a survivor, Parker but in the past year since I found my father and you I- I’ve realized it’s not just me against the world. | |
Miss Parker | I hear the world’s changing. | |
Mr Lyle | One look into Dad’s eyes confirms it. Despite that, the Centre’s always been about Parkers. And like it or not, you and I are it. Let’s fight for it, for us- for him. | |
Jarod’s lair, plotting. He recieves an email from Angelo fingering Agent Timson as the inside man. | ||
Jarod | Timson. | |
DOE Safehouse | ||
Jarod | Timson! Where is she? Where’s Clare now? | |
Agent Carlson | Jarod! Gone. She’s been taken out to go meet her husband and daughter. You weren’t told about the schedule change? | |
Jarod | No, I wasn’t. | |
Agent Carlson | Out of the blue, the transfer orders were moved up to noon. | |
Jarod | Timson. | |
Agent Carlson | Yeah. They were his orders. When I asked for details, he said it was “need to know only.” Guess Timson doesn’t think you and I need to. | |
Centre Car Park | ||
Mr Lyle | Glad to see you’ve decided to take up the fight. | |
Miss Parker | I didn’t come to help you. I came to recapture Jarod. | |
Atomic Research Lab | ||
Agent Blaine | It won’t be long now, Mrs. Nash. | |
Clare Nash | Thank you. | |
Radio | Agent Blaine. | |
Agent Blaine | We’re in position. | |
Radio | Roger that. | |
Agent Blaine | Sir, B Team has Mr. Nash and their little girl in position. | |
Agent Timson | Very good. | |
Basement | ||
Mr White | Well, this is an honor. | |
Jarod | Murderers have no honor. | |
Mr White | No, no, no. Meeting you. I mean, my God, you’re Jarod. Didn’t have much chance to talk on the plane. By the way, I owe you for some great, great flying. Thought I was toast. | |
Jarod | Where’s the bomb? | |
Mr White | You know where the bomb is, otherwise you wouldn’t be here. Now, that said, I’m leaving. I don’t live, I don’t get paid. | |
Jarod | You’re not going anywhere. | |
Mr White | Was it good seeing your dad again? I mean, you just beat me to him. But, hey, he’s now out there again…and it kind of keeps me in business, you know what I mean? | |
Jarod | Business? | |
Mr White | I’m a finder. Missing families are kind of my niche. And yours is a full-time job, brother. | |
Jarod | What are you getting at? | |
Mr White | Well, just that occasionally Mr. Lyle…will, uh, pay me for special projects. Take your sister, Emily, for example. | |
Jarod | What do you know about my sister? | |
Mr White | That she adores yellow tulips, she hates cruelty to animals. She’s smart, she’s funny, she’s tortured by the tragedies of her family and that she has the cutest little tattoo just above her…Uh-uh-uh! Her last known address is in here. There might even be some tidbits about dear old Mom too. Shame to see it all go poof. There may be time for you to save that family upstairs. Maybe even time for you to save this family in here. But you do not get me in the package. I’ll see you on down the road. | |
Jarod | No, No! | |
Outside Atomic Research Lab | ||
Mr Lyle | We’ll have a better chance of catching Jarod if we split up. You three take the interior, and I’ll cover outside. | |
Miss Parker | Fine. | |
Clare Nash | Can I see my husband and daughter now? | |
Agent Timson | Soon. Very soon, ma’am. Very soon, ma’am. Oh, excuse me. This is Timson. Yes, sir, Absolutely, sir. If I’m not back in, uh, five minutes go ahead and bring in Nash and the girl. It won’t be long now, ma’am. | |
Clare Nash | Thanks. | |
Agent Timson | Sure. | |
Jarod | Oh, there you are. | |
Agent Timson | What the hell are you doing here? | |
Jarod | I just came from Inspector Wocheck’s office. He suspects there’s a contract out on Mrs. Nash’s life and they think the hitter might be within the D.O.E. | |
Agent Timson | Ah. Uh, Blaine, I’m going out to the mobile unit. to contact the inspector you and Jarod here keep watch. | |
Jarod | I can save you that trip, sir. | |
Agent Timson | No, I gotta go. | |
Jarod | Inspector Wocheck is gonna call me on this cell phone at 12:00 sharp. That’s only a few minutes away. | |
Agent Timson | I have to review the placement of my agent perimeters. | |
Agent Blaine | You can use my walkie, sir, | |
Agent Timson | I don’t want to use your damn walkie Blaine! Speak when you’re spoken to, Agent, Excuse me. | |
Jarod | Is there something the matter? | |
Agent Timson | No. | |
Jarod | You seem like you’re in a hurry to get somewhere. | |
Agent Timson | What the hell’s wrong with this thing? | |
Jarod | Nothing. It’s just, uh- Well, it’s, uh-it’s locked. | |
Agent Timson | Open it. | |
Jarod | What’s the rush? | |
Agent Timson | Open the damn door! Now! | |
Jarod | I- I don’t understand. I- What’s the problem? | |
Agent Timson | The problem is, if you don’t open the door, we’re gonna blow up, you idiot! | |
Clare Nash | Oh, my God. | |
Jarod | Oh, you mean this thing I found is a bomb? | |
Agent Timson | Do something! | |
Jarod | Kaboom! I find it interesting that you knew there was a bomb in the building but you didn’t bother to tell anybody. You were going to allow an innocent family to die- and your own men- in an explosion.And for what? Agent Blaine? Get him out of here. | |
Agent Blaine | It would be my pleasure, Jarod. | |
Jarod | I think you’re here to see some special people. | |
Clare Nash | Yeah. Oh, my baby! | |
Jarod | There’s a brown sedan in the parking lot, Here’s all the information you need to start your new life. You’ll be safe. I promise you. | |
Jason Nash | But- But who are you? | |
Clare Nash | No, it’s all right. We can trust him. Oh, Jarod, I hope that one day you and your family can feel this moment too. | |
Jarod | Good luck. | |
cb | Bye. | |
Mr Lyle | Parker. | |
Miss Parker | Our work’s done here. | |
Mr Lyle | What, he got away? How? | |
Miss Parker | You shouldn’t underestimate Jarod. Mm-mmm. And you should never underestimate me. And the next time that you send me into a building that’s gonna explode… it had better blow… because if it doesn’t, it’s gonna be your gray matter they’ll be mopping up with a toothbrush. By the way, Jarod left you something. | |
Miss Parker’s House | ||
Mr Parker on asnwering machine | Oh, my angel. God, I’m sorry I missed you. I wanted to hear your voice. Needed to. Now, if you don’t hear from me, don’t you worry, Brigitte and I are safe, At least I think I am, t’s always when you think you are, that’s when you’re the most vulnerable, Now, don’t you make the same mistake I did, now, don’t expose the soft underbelly, they target that. No, no, no, You catch Jarod and never, ever let him go. Damn it! He’s the key, He’s the only key, Always has been. And there’s one last thing-‘Cause I know you’re tough, I’m not worried. You watch your back at the Centre. Nobody’s what they seem to be. There’s no soul in that place – not one – that you can trust… with the possible exception of your brother. | |
Hotel La Salle | ||
Manager | Who the hell are you? | |
Jarod | My name is Jarod. Have you seen this woman? | |
Manager | Like I said, who the hell are you? | |
Jarod | I’m her brother. | |
Manager | Damn, She’s gonna be sorry she missed you, but she just left today. She wouldn’t say where. Sort of like she thought someone was followin’ her. Sweet girl. | |
Jarod | Was she alone? | |
Manager | Yeah, but she didn’t want to be. She was searchin’ for her family. Said she was determined to find them. Like I said, she’d be sorry if she knew she missed you. | |
Jarod | Yeah. | |
Out front of the hotel, Jarod on the phone with Miss Parker | ||
Miss Parker | What? | |
Jarod | At least we put one family back together. | |
Miss Parker | While mine got ripped apart again. | |
Jarod | I know the feeling. | |
Miss Parker | You know, Jarod, maybe Lyle’s right. Maybe the world is changing. | |
Jarod | It doesn’t seem to matter how much it changes. It’s still the same for us. We’re still alone in it. |
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