Jarod's lair |
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| Jarod, travel to New Orleans to see man in picture. May hold key to the past. Sydney | |
Hotel Maison Rouge. New Orleans, Louisiana |
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| Attendant | Here’s your keys sir. You’re in room 323. |
| Man | Help me, help me. |
| Jarod | Hello? Hello. Hello? Is there anybody here? |
| Man | Help me. Help me. |
| Jarod | Sir? Don’t you die on me. Don’t you die on me, damn it! Don’t die. Come on. Wake u. Come on. |
| Woman on Phone | Front desk, can I help you? |
| Jarod | No. Never mind. |
| Jarod on phone | Yeah. |
| Donny | I’m downstairs. We gonna do this hit? |
| Jarod | Hit? |
| Donny | Don’t jerk me around. We gotta take this guy out today. Are you in or out? |
| Jarod | I’m in. |
| Donny | How am I gonna recognise you? |
| Jarod | I have a limp. |
The Centre |
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| Broots | Miss Parker is trying to quit smoking? How? |
| Sydney | Nicotine patch. Personally I can only applaud that resolve. |
| Broots | Sydney, resolve is ont thing, but homicide is another. |
| Miss Parker | I just got word Jarod made contact. |
| Broots | How are you feeling? |
| Miss Parker | Guess. |
| Broots | Okay. We got a high priority email from Jarod but it was addressed to Sydney. |
| Miss Parker | Put it on the screen. |
| Broots | It was uh tagged ‘personal’. |
| Miss Parker | On the screen! |
| Sydney | It’s alright Broots. I don’t have any secrets from Miss Parker. |
| Miss Parker | Haven’t you ever seen anyone chew gum before? “Sydney, you’re expected at the Twin Cities Hotel in Minneapolis Minnesota on the 22nd for a very special gathering. May hold key to the past. Jarod.” The 22nd is today. Who else knows about this? |
| Broots | Uh, no one. |
| Sydney | Can you get the corporate jet ready for takeoff? Minneapolis. One passenger. |
| Miss Parker | One? |
| Sydney | Well, the message was for me. |
| Miss Parker | Well, when it comes to Jarod there is no ;me’, only “us’. |
| Sydney | Oh. Make it two passengers. |
| Broots | Take this, you’ll need it. |
New Orleans - Cafe Club Faisdodo |
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| Man | We’re around back, we’ll meet you in the alley. Check you all out front. |
| Donny | You don’t look like no stone killer to me. |
| Jarod | Well, looks aren’t everything. |
The Centre - Tech Room |
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| Broots | Yes, I’d like to have a carton of menthol cigarettes waiting on her pillow for when she arrives. Uh, yes, the name is Parker, Miss Parker. Oh jolly good. That would be lovely. Really. Well, thank you. Very good. Cheers. Broots here. Mr Raines? Uh, sir. Secur… s…s…security situation? Uh, no, I don’t, uh… I don’t know anything about any, uh, transmissions concer… concerning Jarod. |
New Orleans - Cafe Club Faisdodo |
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| Beaulieu | Come on in. How you doin’? Come on over, have a seat. |
| Jarod | I’ll stand. |
| Donny | Mr Beaulieu offered you a chair. |
| Beaulieu | Hush up Donny. You’re gonna have to forgive my nephew. He’s young. He’s just full of the devil. You ever suck a crawfish, Mr, uh… |
| Jarod | Doe. Jarod Doe. Not that I recall. |
| Beaulieu | Well, it’s real simple. You just rip the head of like that and suck. |
| Jarod | I’d like to get this over with as quickly as possible. |
| Beaulieu | Well, I admire your candour, Mr Doe. Ain’t enough of it in the world to suit me. Reason you was hired… was you have no past connections here in New Orleans. Nobody knows your face. This, in turn, give you no future connections to me. Now the word is, you’re clean and discreet, except for that… picture taking business. |
| Donny | Guy whacks people and takes snapshots? What’s that about? |
| Jarod | Your business is your business… mine’s mine. |
| Beaulieu | I want you to know the fact that you’re a cripple, uh… has no effect on my confidence in you. |
| Jarod | That’s very generous. |
| Donny | Maybe if you hang around, we can get you a special parking place in front of the club. |
| Beaulieu | This old boy’s name is Benjamin Worth. His address is on the back. |
| Jarod | Why do you want him killed? |
| Beaulieu | Your business is your business and mine’s mine. Twenty five thousand now and twenty five thousand when it’s done. After confirmation of Worth’s death, you’ll get identification of a second target. |
| Jarod | Second target? |
| Beaulieu | Same deal. I’m gonna send Donny here with you to act as my eyes and ears. Have you got a problem with that or something? ‘Cause if you do, I can make a phone call ad get somebody else in here. |
| Jarod | No problem. I’m your man. |
| Beaulieu | Yeah, I know you are. |
| Donny | What’s this? |
| Jarod | I need film. |
| Donny | Go to a drug store. |
| Jarod | High speed, SGR 3200, black and white. For my snapshots. |
| Donny | Where the hell am I supposed to find it? |
| Jarod | That’s not my problem. Pick me up in my hotel in three hours. |
Twin Cities Hotel, Minneapolis, Minnesota |
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| Sydney | My instincts say Jarod wouldn’t have brought me here without a reason. |
| Miss Parker | I don’t care about your instincts. This whole thing is just another one of Jarod’s snipe hunts. What? |
| Broots (on phone) | Where have you been? I’ve been trying to reach you. |
| Miss Parker | Broots, calm down. |
| Broots | Listen, Raines knows. |
| Miss Parker | Knows what? |
| Broots | About the transmission from Jarod. |
| Miss Parker | Did you tell him where we are? |
| Broots | No! But but, it’s just a matter of time before he comes down here and he’s snooping around. You know, he’s got this place wired. |
| Miss Parker | Broots, where are you calling from? Mutant. |
| Sydney | Is there a problem? |
| Miss Parker | Isn’t there always? What the hell is going on? |
| Sydney | I think I know why we’re here. |
A street in New Orleans |
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| &Woman | It’s only been on the market three weeks. The plumbing’s shot and it needs a new coat of paint but you won’t find a safer neighbourhood in New Orleans. |
| Jarod | It seems very nice. |
| Woman | Are you from the real estate company? |
| Jarod | Uh, no, ma’am, I’m not. Actually, ma’am, I represent a vintage automobile house in Baton Rouge. I was wondering… Do you know this man? |
| Woman | Sonny Herbert. Oh, I haven’t seen him in nearly 25 years. |
| Jarod | I’m interested in the car that he’s leaning on. |
| Woman | His pride and joy. He used to live here. He had an office down in Fat City. I don’t remember exactly where. I can still see all those photographs he had pinned up around his room. |
| Jarod | Photographs? |
| Woman | Of the kids. Mr Herbert was a private investigator. He specialised in finding lost children. |
Twin Cities Hotel, Minneapolis, Minnesota |
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| Miss Parker | What could possibly make this trip more depressing? |
New Orleans, Ben Worth's house and Hotel Maison Rouge |
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| Ben Worth | Oh, I’m thirsty. Come on. Sweetheart, go get yourself another Hurricane. Hurry up. Mmm. Ahh. Hey. What do you want? |
| Jarod | I came here to kill you. |
| Jarod | Well, that should work. But I’m going to need your help. Yeah, I’ll be right there. Gotta go. Stay cool. |
| Room Attendant | I’m telling you, I don’t know where it all went. |
| Guest | No, no, listen to me. Listen to me! I don’t care about excuses. For $300 a night I want ice! |
Twin Cities Hotel, Minneapolis, Minnesota |
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| Miss Parker | Very funny, Sydney. |
| Sydney | I’m sorry? |
| Miss Parker | The cigarettes that you left on my pillow. |
| Sydney | I had nothing to do with that. |
| Miss Parker | Jarod. You told him about the patch, didn’t you? |
| Sydney | I? |
| Twins | Doctor? |
| Sydney | Excuse me? |
| Twins | We didn’t realise… that you’d be attending… the conference. |
| Miss Parker | Excuse me. I need a very large drink. |
| Twins | Don’t you…. recognise us? It’s Millie Pilcher and Tillie Pilcher. We were part of the week long international study program. |
| Sydney | I’m afraid you’re mistaking me for someone else. |
| Twins | We could never… forget you…Dr Jacob. |
| Flashback | |
| Sydney | Jacob!!! |
| Jacob | Sydney! Sydney! |
| End of flashback | |
| New Orleans | |
New Orleans, Ben Worth's house |
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| Donny | We’re really gonna do this. We’re gonna whack this guy out? |
| Jarod | No, you’re gonna stay here and watch that gate. |
| Donny | Hey, I came here to do the deed, not play watchdog. |
| Jarod | Now you listen to me. This is not some field trip or a correspondence course that you order off the back of a match pack. People will die, and when they do, it will be done by me, my way, alone. Is that clear? Is that clear? |
| Donny | Don’t have to get run over by no truck to get out of the road. |
| Donny | He’s dead? |
| Jarod | What the hell are you doing up here? |
| Donny | I asked you a question. |
| Jarod | Yeah, he’s dead. |
| Donny | Everything went, um… smooth? |
| Jarod | I didn’t hear any complaining. Help me carry him downstairs. |
| Donny | I wanna see the body. |
| Jarod | Are you kidding me? |
| Donny | What do you think? |
| Jarod | Now the next time you get the urge to stick a gun in my face, you better make sure you pull the trigger. Help me carry him downstairs. |
New Orleans - A forested area |
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| Jarod | Why are we stopping? |
| Donny | Gonna get rid of the package. |
| Jarod | Here? |
| Donny | Uncle Tug’s fond of fertilising this field. Shovel’s in the back. |
Twin Cities Hotel, Minneapolis, Minnesota |
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| Sydney | Jacob spent the next several months in the hospital. He was eventually transferred to a private-care clinic. |
| Twins | when did… the accident occur? |
| Sydney | August 2nd, ’67. |
| Twins | Would you… excuse us? It was nice… meeting you. |
New Orleans - A forested area |
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| Jarod | Thanks for your help. |
| Donny | You shoot ’em, you bury ’em. |
| Jarod | Let’s go. |
New Orleans - Cafe Club Faisdodo |
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| Jarod | Souvenir of a dead man. |
| Beaulieu | Did you see it happen? |
| Donny | Not exactly. |
| Beaulieu | Not exactly? |
| Donny | I saw him plant the guy, but I wasn’t in there when he popped him. |
| Jarod | I work alone. The pictures will give you the up close and personal. I’ll take the double prints. |
| Beaulieu | Here’s our next target. This time I want it seen with real eyes. Understood? |
| Jarod | It’s your party. |
| Donny | Hey. When do we move? |
| Jarod | I’ll call you. |
New Orleans, Hotel Maison Rouge |
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| Jarod | Why does Tug Beaulieu want you dead? |
| Ben Worth | Now, that’s the $64000 question. |
| Jarod | He’s only paying me fifty. |
| Ben Worth | Hey, put yourself in my shoes. You break into my house, you put a gun to my neck. You tell me somebody’s gonna kill me. Then you fake my murder, you bury me and you give me a straw to breathe through. |
| Jarod | Your point? |
| Ben Worth | The point is I don’t even know who the hell you are! |
| Jarod | My name is Jarod. Why does Tug Beaulieu want you dead? |
| Ben Worth | Business conflicts. |
| Jarod | Conflicts? |
| Ben Worth | I own some jazz clubs. Beaulieu wanted to buy me out. I wasn’t interested. |
| Jarod | He’s willing to kill for those clubs? |
| Ben Worth | The Quarter’s a small place, the the land’s invaluable. Wait a second. Where are you going? |
| Jarod | Look, you’re not the only person that Beaulieu has a murder contract on. |
| Ben Worth | Oh, my God! |
| Jarod | What? |
| Ben Worth | That’s my wife. |
| Jarod | Y-your wife? B-but you were in the pool with… with… |
| Ben Worth | Separated. We’re in a healing period. She runs one of the clubs, I run the other one. |
| Jarod | Don’t answer the phone and don’t go in the bathroom. |
| Ben Worth | W..w…well, wait a minute. Supposing I gotta, you know? I ain’t going in this. |
| Jarod | Come here. |
| Ben Worth | Who the hell is that? |
| Jarod | That’s the guy that was really going to kill you. |
| Ben Worth | Um, ice bucket will be just fine. |
| Jarod | Good. |
New Orleans, Sonny Herbert's Office |
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| Real Estate Agent | I’ve had the building on the market a couple of years. Haven’t had much interest since Mr Herbert went away. I’d have cleared out the rest of this junk but I’m just gonna blow the place up and sell the land. |
| Jarod | Well, I’m sure glad you didn’t. Do you mind if I take a look? |
| Real Estate Agent | Mm-mmm. So you say you’re one of those kids Sonny was lookin’ for? |
| Jarod | I don’t know. I was hoping there was something that Mr Herbert had here that would heels my find my parents. You said that there were some other men that came looking for him? |
| Real Estate Agent | Just for Mr Herbert disappeared. They claimed he owed them money. Tell the truth, they looked just like vending machines with heads. So I didn’t ask too many questions. Oh, there was a weird looking one with an oxygen tank. |
| Jarod | Oxygen tank? |
| Real Estate Agent | Yeah. Spooky-looking guy. Had deep set eyes. You know him? |
| Jarod | We’ve met. Did they take anything? |
| Real Estate Agent | They was in a pretty big hurry. I never got a chance to tell ’em about the stuff down in the basement. |
| Jarod | The basement? |
| Real Estate Agent | A dozen boxes, full of files and photos. Mostly them missing kids. |
| Jarod | Is this all there is? |
| Real Estate Agent | That’s it. |
| Jarod | It’s not here. |
| Real Estate Agent | Nothin’ about your parents? |
| Jarod | These files, they only go back 20 years. |
| Real Estate Agent | Oh, I’m sorry. |
| Jarod | I’m not here. I’m not here! I’m not here. I’m not….here. |
Twin Cities Hotel, Minneapolis, Minnesota |
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Flashback |
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| Jacob | Get your mind off your career for one second will you? I’m talking about the children. |
| Sydney | What’s so troubling about children, for God’s sake? |
| Jacob | Do you know how we got those children? |
| Sydney | I know what I need to know. |
| Jacob | No, no. You know what the Centre wants you to know. You… you always do this. You always push away what doesn’t fit into your pristine view of the world. |
| Sydney | And all you want to do is poison the good things in your life. |
| Jacob | Sydney! |
| End of flashback | |
| Sydney | Jacob. |
| Twins | We have to talk. |
New Orleans, Hotel Maison Rouge |
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| Ben Worth | I don’t want to ruin your fun, but how long you plan on keepin’ him in here? |
| Jarod | I don’t know. I’ve grown sort of attached to him. |
| Ben Worth | That’s a sick man. |
Stanton City |
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| Woman | I like it here. Peaceful, quiet. |
| Jarod | The building manager told me that you worked for Sonny for the last 10 years. |
| Woman | Eleven. He put an ad in the local paper and misspelled a few words. I took pity on him. What you want with him anyway? |
| Jarod | When I was a little boy I was… separated from my parents. I believe they might have hired Mr Herbert to find me. |
| Woman | You check all the files? |
| Jarod | The don’t date back far enough. I need to speak to Sonny personally. |
| Woman | That’s impossible. |
| Jarod | Why’s that? |
| Woman | He’s in a hospital. Burns over 80% of his body. Police say it was an accident, fell asleep smoking. |
| Jarod | You don’t sound convinced. |
| Woman | Sonny was an insomniac. He’d never have fallen asleep so deep that he’d set himself afire. I tried to tell the police, but there’s no record of his problem… so they let it go. |
| Jarod | There’s something else. |
| Woman | Sonny thought he was being followed. After he got hurt, I got scared. |
| Jarod | Where is he now? |
| Woman | VA hospital, Slidell. |
Twin Cities Hotel, Minneapolis, Minnesota |
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| Twins | After we spoke earlier… we both had the same thought about your… accident. |
| Sydney | Yes? |
| Twins | You said the accident was on… August second…. 1967? The last time we saw… Dr Jacob… was on the Monday before. |
| Sydney | And you can both remember a specific Monday 30 years ago? |
| Twins | It was the day before our tenth birthday. And the first time we’d ever seen… a gun. Dr Jacob was shouting. |
| Sydney | At you? |
| Twins | Oh no, but it was a very… loud argument. The other man said “If you’re not part of the solution, then you’re part of the problem.” Then Dr Jacob began to argue back. And that’s when… he pressed the gun… into Dr Jacob’s neck. Dr Billy. Yes. Dr Billy. |
| Sydney | Billy? You mean Dr William Raines. |
| Twins | Dr Billy scared us to death. |
New Orleans, Doris Worth's house |
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| Donny | Son of a bitch! |
New Orleans, Hotel Maison Rouge |
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| Jarod | Now, I’m going to forget you just did that and it would be disrespectful to kill you in front of family. |
| Beaulieu | Where’s Ben Worth’s body? |
| Jarod | Is that why you’re here? I moved him. Just in case hotshot here started mouthin’ off and somebody went looking you’d be protected. Not that you’d do something like that. |
| Donny | What about the woman? I saw you go to her house, and you never came out. |
| Jarod | You’ve been a busy boy. We all have quirks. Mine happens to be taking photos, as you know. But even that gets boring, so I decided to take some live ones. Now what did I tell you about pointing guns at me? |
| Beaulieu | Put it up. She still alive? |
| Jarod | For the time being. I’m going to do her in front of you. I know this little spot in the woods not too far from here. Perfect place for a woman who’s been abandoned by her husband to uh, park her car, roll up the window and gas herself. |
| Beaulieu | Yeah, I knew you were the right man for the job. Wait a minute. |
| Jarod | What? |
| Beaulieu | Story on the limp is you took one running from the cops in Chicago. Doctor’s had to take an inch of bone out. True? |
| Jarod | Yeah, it’s true. |
| Beaulieu | Show me. |
| Jarod | What? |
| Beaulieu | Show me your knee. |
| Jarod | Is there anything else you’d like to see? |
| Beaulieu | Nah. Let’s go. |
| Donny | I gotta use the can. |
| Beaulieu | Donny! No. We’ve bothered Mr Doe enough for one day. And I’m not gonna let you foul up his hotel room on top of it. Now, let’s go. |
New Orleans, In the woods |
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| Beaulieu | So Jarod, is everything set? |
| Jarod | Cops will think she killed herself, depressed about the disappearance of her husband and the failed business. |
| Beaulieu | Well, that’s just fine. |
| Jarod | Now, about my money. |
| Beaulieu | Well, uh, got a little problem there. |
| Jarod | What kind of problem? |
| Donny | This kind. |
| Beaulieu | Now you know why nothin’ ever lands on my doorstep. Do him. |
| Donny | A pleasure. |
| Ben Worth | Big mistake. |
| Jarod | You never learn, do you? Doris. |
| Ben | Come here, baby. Come here. |
| Jarod | Get in. |
| Beaulieu | How much you want? |
| Ben | How much does he want? You were gonna kill my wife. YOu think you can buy your way out? |
| Jarod | Alright, alright Ben. That’s enough. I think he gets the point. |
| Ben | Yeah, right. |
| Jarod | Get in, or die. You too squirrelly. Get in. Well, I think it’s about time for my last photo shoot. Now, I’m gonna ask you two some questions. You answer correctly, this’ll be over soon. Did you hire an assassin to kill Ben and Doris Worth? |
| Beaulieu | I saw your leg! I seen that scar on there! |
| Jarod | It’s neat huh? A little mortician’s wax, a little pancake make up, and viola. Now, did you contract for the killing of Ben and Doris Worth? I’m afraid that’s not gonna do you any good. And I wouldn’t try smashing the window. Shatterproof glass. Well now, looks to me like you boys aren’t interested in doing too much talking, so… |
| Beaulieu | The exhaust! |
| Jarod | Hey, good luck to the both of you. |
| Donny | Okay, he hired you to kill ’em, to kill all of ’em! |
| Beaulieu | Donny! |
| Donny | I could tell you where he buried the bodies. |
| Jarod | I can’t hear you. |
| Beaulieu | Alright, Jarod, I did it. Alright Jarod, I’ll give you a hundred thousand dollars to open this door. |
| Jarod | My, that’s an awful lot of money. A man would be crazy not to think that offer over. I thought it over. No deal. |
| Donny | Jarod! |
| Ben Worth | You’re just gonna let ’em die? |
| Jarod | I only put enough gas in the tank to scare them. The engine should shut off in about 30 seconds. I wish I could stick around to see how they try to explain that tape to the police. They should be here any minute. |
| Ben Worth | Hey, who could I say? Thanks pal. |
| Doris | Thank you. |
| Jarod | You two, you work well together, you should consider a merger. |
| Doris | See? |
| Ben Worth | Oh, please don’t start. |
Twin Cities Hotel, Minneapolis, Minnesota |
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| Sydney (to an imaginary Jacob) | I miss you Jacob. |
| Jacob | And I’ve missed you too, Sydney. Why has it taken you so long to talk to me? |
| Sydney | I was afraid. I though that, um… If I tried and failed… you’d be gone forever. Jacob… that night in the car… |
| Jacob | I’ve already told you, Sydney. It wasn’t your fault. |
| Sydney | But you see, I wasn’t listening to what you were really trying to say to me. You were in trouble. You needed my help. |
| Jacob | I was… ashamed. I couldn’t tell you what I’d done… the things… |
| Sydney | Jacob, did Raines have anything to do with what happened to you, to us? |
| Jacob | You know the answer to that, Sydney. |
| Miss Parker | Sydney. You ready to go? Don’t say a word. |
Burn Ward, VA Hospital, Slidell |
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| Nurse | You can try to speak to Mr Herbert, but since the accident, he drifts in and out of consciousness. |
| Jarod | Mr Herbert, Mr Herbert. Sonny. My name is Jarod. Mr Herbert, 30 years ago my parents may have hired you to find me. You were a, a… private investigator. You, you used to help find lost children. |
| Mr Herbert | Ch-children. |
| Jarod | Mr Herbert. M-M-Mr Herbert. Do you recognise this woman? This is my mother. |
| Mr Herbert | Oh. |
| Jarod | Do you remember her name? |
| Mr Herbert | Nice woman. Wanted to find her little boy. |
| Jarod | Yes. That’s right. Do you remember her name? Mr Herbert. Mr Herbert, do you remember her name? Remember her name. |
The Centre |
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| Sydney (phone) | Hello. |
| Jarod (phone) | Hello, Sydney. |
| Sydney | Jarod. |
| Jarod | I wanted to thank you for sending me the photograph. |
| Sydney | What photograph, Jarod? |
| Jarod | Sonny Herbert. |
| Sydney | Jarod, I did not send you any photos. In fact, I was just about to thank you for the message letting me know about the Twins Convention. |
| Jarod | Sydney, I didn’t send you any message. |
| Sydney | Then who did? |
