Hall - The Centre - Blue Cove - Delaware |
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Brigitte | The money was rerouted through the Centre’s offices in Omaha and withdrawn electronically. They’re double checking the transfer records. They’re hoping its an accounting error. |
Lyle | Jarod stole fifteen million dollars of Centre funds and donated it to charity. The only mistake is rubbing our noses in it. “Your welcome and surprisingly generous donation will help the organisation for years to come.” “The million dollars will bring much hope and joy to the children. God Bless.” “Prayers be with you. Have a nice day.” |
Brigitte | I’ll get him. |
Lyle | Please do. Jarod’s a lot more dangerous than I thought. |
Middletown - Delaware |
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Jarod | I like ice cream. I really like ice cream. |
Phil | There you go Jarod. |
Jarod | Thank you Phil. That’s a very interesting device. |
Girl | It’s a Whee-lo. |
Jarod | And it’s purpose is? |
Girl | Nothin’. It just goes round and round and round. |
Jarod | So it chases itself in a circle? |
Girl | Yep! |
Jarod | Would you be interested in selling that for ten dollars. |
Girl | Sorry! |
Jarod | Fifteen? |
Girl | I couldn’t. My grandpa gave it to me for my birthday. |
Jarod | Twenty? |
Girl | Twenty-five! |
Jarod | Sold! Thank you! Wow! |
Scott | Hey Kiddo! Got some burger, some fries. Gonna set you up nice here. Okay sir? Hey! |
Shawn | Dad. |
Scott | I’m gonna be right back. Okay? |
Dewey | How you doin’ Scooter? |
Scott | Dewey! You know, you shouldn’t come around here. |
Nick | How else are we supposed to get an ice cream cone? Freaky weather. Must be a hundred degrees in the shade. You look good Scott. |
Scott | What do you want Nick? |
Nick | It’s not what I want. It’s what I need… you. |
Scott | Oh you know, no. Not… not this time. |
Nick | Opportunity knocks. |
Scott | Oh really? ‘Cause you know your last opportunity cost me seven years of my life. Jeez! Come on. Ten months I’ve been out of prison. I… I just got my son back. Okay? I’m not interested. |
Nick | Get interested. |
Shawn | Dad? |
Scott | Shawn, go wait out front. I’ll be right there. |
Nick | Go on Shawn. You do as your daddy says now, okay? |
Shawn | But… |
Scott | Just go, please. |
Nick | I see your dilemma. The deal is one job and you and I are history. |
Scott | Why don’t you get Martinez? |
Nick | Dead. He said no. |
Scott | Crew? |
Nick | The three of us plus one. |
Scott | And who opens the safe? |
Nick | Trinney’s sending some guy in from Brooklyn. One, um, R.H. Cross. |
Scott | Cross? I don’t know him. |
Nick | I don’t know him either. Trinney swears by him even though he’s only got one good arm. |
Scott | A one armed safe cracker. That’s… |
Nick | I’m picking him up at three o’clock at the train station. We start tonight. Here, Scotty, don’t be late. |
Scott | Hey! You okay. |
Shawn | What’s that? |
Scott | It was nothin’. These guys come back and give me a hard time. Hey nothing’s wrong. Hey! All right c ome here. |
In a cab - Middletown - Delaware |
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Jarod | The train station. |
Taxi Driver | Leaving town? |
Jarod | Business meeting. |
Taxi Driver | Yeah? What do you do? |
Jarod | I’m a one armed safe cracker. |
Taxi Driver | Yeah? Which arm? |
Jarod | That’s a good question. |
Broot's office - The Centre - Blue Cove - Delaware |
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Miss Parker | Jarod’s up to something. I can feel it coming on like the flu. |
Sydney | After his recent brush with death perhaps he’s just enjoying life for a bit. |
Broots | Maybe he decided to take a vacation. |
Miss Parker | Did you eat the whole onion for breakfast? |
Broots (on phone) |
Broots. |
Miss Parker (on phone) |
What? |
Jarod | Sorry you missed the party in Omaha. |
Miss Parker | Jarod. What about Omaha? |
Jarod | Whoops! I guess the Centre cut you out of the loop this time. Good thing they sent a replacement. |
Sydney | What are you talking about Jarod? |
Jarod | I’m talking about the blonde. Five-seven, hundred and twenty pounds, killer legs. You’re not giving up on me, are you Miss Parker? |
Miss Parker | You wish. |
PA | Your attention please. Announcing the immediate arrival of the Brooklyn Express at Track 16. |
Jarod (hangs up) |
That’s my train. Gotta go. |
Broots | What was that all about? |
Miss Parker | That’s what I’d like to know. |
Train station |
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Jarod | R.H. Right hand. |
Cross | Funny. |
Jarod | Don’t look around. We’re being watched. |
Cross | Cops? |
Jarod | Listen up. I’m only going to say this once. The location’s changed. The new score is in Indianapolis. |
Cross | I’m from Flatbush. I don’t know anything about Iowa. |
Jarod | Indiana. |
Cross | Same thing. |
Jarod | I wrote down all the locations, the security codes, the whole deal. |
Cross | No no no, this ain’t kosher. I need to call Trinney. |
Jarod | You do that and you lose this. You get another packet just like it when the job is finished. |
Cross | Target? |
Jarod | That’s my business. I’m gonna meet you in four days at the Hotel Argyle in New York. I’ve reserved a room in your name. |
Cross | What’s to uh, keep me from walking away with the whole thing? |
Jarod | You do that and I’m gonna hunt you down like I did Martinez. Then they’ll be calling you “No Hands”. |
Cross | That’s cold. |
PA | Your attention please. Announcing the immediate departure of the Indiana Star on track 29. |
Jarod | That’s your ride. I want you to leave this at the job. |
Cross | What is it? |
Jarod | It’s a Hallmark card. Always send the very best. Leave it. |
Cross | My tools are in there. |
Jarod | Buy new ones. Because every cop along the line is looking for a man with a bum arm carrying a black leather bag. I’ll take the bag and the heat. |
Cross | Yeah? How you gonna do that? See you in New York. |
Jarod | See you in New York. See you in New York. |
PA | Your attention please. Will Mr Paul Johnson, please meet your party… |
Nick | Mr Cross? |
Jarod | Call me R.H. |
Mr Lyle's office - The Centre - Blue Cove - Delaware |
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Miss Parker | Why wasn’t I informed about Omaha? |
Lyle | No, no, no. Switch those masks, please. With due respect Miss Parker, it’s not my job to inform you of Jarod’s whereabouts. It’s your job to inform me. |
Brigitte | According to your file… |
Miss Parker | My file? |
Brigitte | Correct. According to your file you’ve had Jarod trapped in Las Vegas, Chicago, Washington and Florida. It seems you’ve had ample opportunity to bring him back. |
Miss Parker | How would you like me to feed you my file. |
Lyle | There’s no reason to be defensive about your shortcomings Miss Parker. |
Miss Parker | Moving in? |
Lyle | Possession is nine-tenths. Now if you’ll excuse us we have a meeting to attend. Oh, any progress locating your missing father? |
Miss Parker | Who says he’s missing? |
Lyle | A man packs his belongings and vanishes it’s a logical assumption. |
Sydney | You gave that paper weight to your father when you were a little girl. |
Miss Parker | I thought he threw it away. |
Sydney | I’m sure he’s fine. |
Miss Parker | He would never just leave without saying goodbye, would he? |
Nick's HQ - Middletown - Delaware |
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Nick | You’re dead and the rest of us are in handcuffs. Twenty minutes. That’s all the time we’ve got before security guard makes his run. You’re gonna have to work faster to bypass that second alarm. |
Scott | I’m working as fast as I can. |
Nick | There was a day you could have done this in your sleep. Remember those days Dewey? |
Dewey | Scooter was the best I ever saw. |
Nick | Sixteen years old, picking combination locks down at the YMCA, stealing wallets and jockstraps. What’d you do with all those jock straps? |
Scott | Yeah, that was a long time ago, Nick. |
Nick | I took you off the streets. I treated you like you were my own son. |
Scott | Yeah! And when the heat was on you hang me out to spend seven years in a federal prison. Forgive me if I don’t shed a tear about how things used to be. |
Jarod | I think we should cut him loose. This job is going to be difficult enough in a perfect world. I don’t need a guy with his head half in the game. |
Nick | I know him. You on the other hand are a question mark. Should I call Trinney and get another locksmith? |
Jarod | Nah! |
Nick | Let’s try it again. |
Scott | Long night huh? |
Jarod | Yeah! |
Scott | Let’s pick this up tomorrow night at my place. |
Jarod | You got a pen. I’ll, uh, write down the address. |
Scott | Yeah. |
Jarod | Oh thanks. |
Scott | Oh uh, here. Eight one six Highland. |
Jarod | Eight one six Highland. “To Dad, Love Shawn”. Is that your son? |
Scott | My life. He gave me this for Father’s Day. |
Flashback | |
Sydney | Come along Jarod. |
Young Jarod | Miss Parker just gave that man a present Sydney? Why? |
Sydney | It’s Father’s Day Jarod. She gave her father a gift to show how much she loves him. |
End of flashback | |
Officer | You want me to put this out on the net for you? |
Evans | Oh yeah. I want to know who he is and where he comes from. I bet my pension there’s somebody out there looking for this guy. |
Scott's garage - Middletown - Delaware |
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Scott | The wild card is still going to be the rent-a-cops. Oh, man, I never thought I’d need this again. |
Jarod | What? You can’t open a door you blow it off its hinges? |
Scott | You never know what you might run into. Sometimes looking dangerous is enough. Shawn, what… what are you doing here? |
Shawn | I live here. |
Scott | No. No. You know what I mean. You’re supposed to be at Mrs Albertson’s. |
Shawn | I went to the shop. They said that you didn’t show up today. |
Scott | Oh, no I didn’t because I was…. |
Jarod | Actually that was my fault. Um….I saw some of the furniture your father built and I insisted we meet right away. The name is Cross. RH Cross. RH, that stands for Right Hand. |
Shawn | What’s that stuff? |
Scott | Oh well you, uh, you never mind that stuff. |
Shawn | If your probation officer catches you skipping work you’re gonna be in big trouble. I don’t want anything to happen to us. |
Scott | Hey, who’s… who’s the father here. Now, I want you to go back to Mrs Albertson’s house and you stay there ‘til I come pick you up. |
Shawn | But… |
Scott | Just do what I say… Wait, wait, wait. Shawn. Hey, hey , hey. Listen pal, I just… I just need you to cut me a little slack here. Hey! I love you. |
Shawn | I love you too. See ya Right Hand. |
Jarod | Nice to meet you Shawn. So why are you doing this? |
Scott | What? |
Jarod | Why are you doing this? You don’t want to be doing it. Which means that Avani’s is holding some kind of big hammer over your head. |
Scott | I don’t know. I never knew my parents. Shawn’s mother passed away after he was born and I was sent up a year later, you know. And they just passed Shawn around from family to family, like like I was. |
Jarod | But you got him back. |
Scott | And I intend to keep him. Shawn needs his father forever. |
Flashback | |
Sydney | Jarod. You need to finish the last simulation. |
Young Jarod | I made this for you Sydney. |
Sydney | For me? |
Young Jarod | Do you like it? |
Sydney | No Jarod, I don’t like it and I don’t want to ever see anything like it again. Let’s get to work. |
End of flashback | |
Mr Lyle's office - The Centre - Blue Cove - Delaware |
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Lyle | We just received these from our satellite office in Indianapolis. |
Brigitte | His name’s RH Cross. He’s a safe cracker from New York. |
Miss Parker | And we should be interested because? |
Lyle | According to the office Cross’s take was nearly a quarter million dollars. He also left this behind. According to the red notebook Cross was going to rendezvous with Jarod at the Argyle Hotel in New York City. |
Miss Parker | Jarod would never leave such an obvious trail. |
Brigitte | Cross screwed up and left that behind. |
Sydney | That’s quite a reach. |
Lyle | According to the security on the ground in Indianapolis Cross was nearly caught. Brigitte go to New York. Find Cross. I still don’t understand the significance of this. |
Sydney | Jarod’s sending you two a message. |
Lyle | Which is? |
Miss Parker | You’re going nowhere fast. |
DeWitt and Associates office - Delaware
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Nick | We got eighteen minutes until the security guard makes his rounds. |
Jarod | I don’t like this. That van followed us ever since we left the warehouse. The cop’s have made us. |
Nick | If they have then they’re still following Dewey all over the city. I’ve got every contingency covered. Let’s just do it. |
Nick | How long? |
Jarod | Five minutes. |
Nick | You’ve got three. What the hell is that? He’s early. |
Scott | Twenty minutes huh? |
Jarod | What is it? |
Scott | The guard. |
Nick | How long before you’re in? |
Jarod | Two minutes. |
Scott | What are you going to do? |
Nick | I’m covering contingencies. |
Jarod | I’m in. |
Jarod | You stole an electronic key card? |
Nick | It opens the federal diamond depository in Wilmington. |
Scott | What are you talking about? |
Jarod | He’s saying there is no money. Just another job. That’s what this has been about since the very beginning, right? |
Nick | Twenty million dollars in raw uncut diamonds. My source says that the stones will spend 36 hours in the vault before distribution. We move on Monday before the offices open up and anyone realises the access card is missing. |
Scott | Our deal was one job. I’m out. |
Nick | I’m sorry to hear that Scotty. Change your mind the door’s always open. |
Jarod | Best laid plans huh? I’ll see you tomorrow. |
Nick | Dewey, this is Nick. |
Jarod | Hey! You okay? |
Scott | Oh, I’m fine. Good. |
Jarod | I guess this sort of thing happens when you deal with a piece of work like Avani. What’s wrong? |
Scott | This is too easy. |
Jarod | What is? |
Scott | This. Nick, he would never let me walk out with this much on the line, not unless… You got a car? |
Jarod | Yeah, come on. |
Scott's House - Middletown - Delaware |
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Scott | Shawn. Shawn. Shawn. Answer me. |
Jarod | House is empty. |
Nick | I’m really sorry Scotty but there’s no way I can let this opportunity slip away. I need you. And Shawn is safe. How safe he stays is up to you. |
Broot's office - The Centre - Blue Cove - Delaware |
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Broots | Intelli-research 5 pulled it off the National Police Net. |
Sydney | Why would Jarod’s picture be on a law enforcement scan? |
Broots | Well according to the background data he’s suspected of being part of a robbery group here in the North East. |
Miss Parker | What did you say? |
Broots | The initial scan was sent by a detective Harold Evans of the Middletown PD. |
Sydney | Middletown? That’s less than a hundred miles from here. The question now is what is Jarod doing associating with a group of street criminals. |
Broots | Well actually this crew is slicker than that. They have an MO of targeting high profile, high tech take downs. |
Miss Parker | Such as? |
Broots | Such as, um, payroll companies, security houses, mostly diamonds. |
Miss Parker | Run profiles on all the potential targets within a five hundred mile radius of The Centre. Everything this crew might be interested in and I want everything you can find on this Detective Evans. If he stole a Baby Ruth when he was six I want to know how many nuts it had. |
Nick's HQ - Middletown - Delaware |
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Jarod | I’ve been going over the layout of the vault room. I figure we’ve got a better chance of blowing the inner doors. |
Nick | Sounds right. What do you think Scotty? |
Scott | I want him back. I’m here right? That’s… that’s what you wanted. Now you give me back my boy. |
Nick | Focus, for the kid’s sake. Now these doors are only reinforced steel so we might be able… |
Scott | I want to know where my son is. And I want to know right now. |
Nick | You pull the trigger on me, you pull the trigger on Shawn. |
Jarod | Scotty, let him go. |
Scott | Where’s Shawn? Where’s my boy? |
Jarod | We finish this job you and Shawn will be back together again, I promise. Give me the gun. Give me the gun. |
Scott | Anything happens to my boy, you’ll wish I’d killed you. |
Nick | Never underestimate the father-son relationship. |
Flashback | |
Sydney | Jarod, I, I told you, I can’t accept this. |
Young Jarod | But I made it for you. |
Sydney | I’m not your father. This card is meant for someone else. |
Young Jarod | Don’t you love me Sydney? |
Sydney | We have work to do. |
End of flashback | |
Middletown Police Department - Delaware |
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Miss Parker | It smells like gin in here. |
Evans | What the hell is this? |
Miss Parker | I don’t have the time or inclination to banter with you detective so I will get right to the point. |
Evans | You got a name? |
Miss Parker | Let’s just say that I’m the person who holds your pitiful little life in her hands. |
Evans | Is that so? |
Miss Parker | You tell me. Go ahead, open it. |
Evans | Where’d you get these? |
Miss Parker | That’s not important. What is, is that multiple copies are in my possession. Good. You put this picture out on the police net? |
Evans | So? |
Miss Parker | I want him. |
Evans | Can’t help you. |
Miss Parker | I want him! Harold. I’m sorry for both our sakes. |
Evans | I think I know where they’re gonna hit next. |
Broot's office - The Centre - Blue Cove - Delaware |
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Miss Parker | (to Sydney and Broots) Relax your prostate boys. We’ve got Jarod nailed to the wall. The blonde’s gonna bust a G-String when she… (she notices Brigitte and Lyle's presences) What? |
Brigitte | Please continue. |
Lyle | And while you’re at it, maybe you can explain this. |
Brigitte | I spoke to RH Cross in New York. He was sent to rob the Centre’s office in Indianapolis by a man matching Jarod’s description. |
Sydney | We did try to warn you about that. |
Lyle | And how was Detective Evans? |
Miss Parker | You had me followed? |
Lyle | Yes I did. And I want to know everything you know and I want to know now. |
Miss Parker | Jarod’s become part of a robbery crew. Evans thinks their next target will be the Federal Diamond Depository in Wilmington. I think we should blanket the area and grab the whole bunch on the way in. |
Brigitte | I disagree. |
Broots | Oh what a surprise. |
Sydney | You have a better plan? |
Brigitte | You’ve tried an open snare approach before. Jarod’s too smart to let us grab him on the outside. You let him inside the vault, lull him into a false sense of security and take him… clean. |
Miss Parker | Why don’t we just mail him the diamonds and call it a day. I know Jarod, the way he thinks. |
Brigitte | Yet you still can’t catch him. |
Lyle | Ladies! We follow Bridget’s plan. Mr Broots you’ll be given complete control of the security system at the diamond depository. |
Broots | You can do that? |
Lyle | I suggest you visit the building and begin implementing a total lockdown of the facility. |
Sydney | I don’t believe this will work. |
Lyle | I think it’s time to end this pursuit of Jarod once and for all. |
Miss Parker | You can do that? |
Nick's HQ - Middletown - Delaware |
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Nick | Dewey got these photos of the Depository this morning and the keycard will allow us to penetrate the outside security system. |
Jarod | Bodies on the ground? |
Nick | Minimal. |
Scott | I made the lock system this morning. It’s hard wired infrared. |
Nick | Can you beat it? |
Scott | Yeah! I can beat it. |
Nick | We have no problem then. |
Jarod | Oh no. Not now. |
Nick | What did you say? |
Jarod | Ah Nothing. |
Nick | You look a little shook up. |
Jarod | No. No I’m fine. |
Nick | We’re all set then? |
Jarod | Oh no. |
Diamond depository |
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Broots | The coloured areas represent access points of the depository. When the grid is red the building is locked down. When it’s green obviously it’s, it’s not. My guess is that Jarod and his crew will disarm the video monitoring system as soon as they gain entry but it won’t matter though because I’m the only one with the password to operate the system. |
Brigitte | Very impressive Mr Broots. |
Lyle | I’m confident that Mr Broots has covered all contingencies. |
Miss Parker | Are you confident Mr Broots? |
Broots | Here we go! |
Scott | We own it. |
Miss Parker | All right. They’re inside. Let’s end this. |
Brigitte | Not yet. |
Miss Parker | Not yet? He’s sitting there waiting for us… |
Brigitte | And knowing that gives us the upper hand. The advantage of surprise. |
Lyle | Your point? |
Brigitte | We have him Mr Lyle. Let’s not make another mistake. |
Nick | What is that? What are you doing? |
Jarod | I could stop and could explain it to you or I could just do it and get the hell out of here. The choice is yours. |
Sydney | Jarod would never have walked in here without a plan to walk out. |
Lyle | We stay the course. |
Miss Parker | Look, you want to sit on your collective thumbs, fine. I’m going to do my job. |
Brigitte | I won’t allow you to compromise this situation. |
Miss Parker | You gonna shoot me? |
Scott | Done. |
Nick | What happened? |
Jarod | Drill bit cracked. |
Nick | You got another one? |
Jarod | Yeah in my bag. |
Nick | I’ll get it. |
Jarod | No. No No. I’ll get it. I know where it is. Pull out the broken bit. |
Nick | Make it fast. |
Jarod | Scotty, give me a hand over here will you? |
Scott | Yeah, one second. I’m nearly done. |
Jarod | Now. |
Scott | Yeah, sure. |
Nick | Hey! You open these doors. |
Jarod | I want Scotty’s son brought back to him. |
Nick | Open the doors. |
Scott | What are you doing? |
Jarod | Maybe you don’t understand English. I want Shawn released. I know Dewey’s got him so you call him and you tell him to cut him loose. |
Nick | You open the door or you die. |
Jarod | Go ahead. |
Nick | Tell him Scotty. |
Scott | Nick don’t. |
Jarod | Shoot. You see, sometimes looking dangerous is enough and sometimes it’s not. Now call him! Dial! |
Scott | Come on. |
Nick | This is Nick. Let the kid go. Yes! Right now! |
Jarod | The phone? Mm mm mm. You should have called Trinney. |
Nick | Scotty, you let me out of here. |
Scott | You know, every night for ah, seven years I thought about, you know, what you were doing. And then when I get out, I finally get my life back, you take my son. |
Nick | Scotty that was business. |
Scott | This is personal. Let’s get out of here. |
Nick | Don’t leave me here Scotty. Scotty! Don’t leave me here! Scotty. Scotty! |
Broots | Hey! I got two on the move. |
Sydney | Jarod. |
Miss Parker | Give me my gun. If you want Jarod, give me my gun. Tell the sweeper teams to move. |
Broots | Wait. What the hell is this? All the access points in the building are unlocking. |
Lyle | One area’s still secured? What’s that? |
Scott's House - Middletown - Delaware |
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Scott | Shawn! Son? Shawn. |
Jarod | Shawn. Shawn! Scotty! |
Shawn | I’m okay. |
Scott | Yeah, yeah? You’re fine? You’re fine? |
Shawn | Dad, don’t make a big deal. |
Scott | Oh! Oh! |
Jarod | Look, I hate to break this up but don’t you think you two should be hitting the road? Here, take this with you. Don’t worry, it’s money that was owed to me. |
Scott | Uh, you know, I don’t understand. |
Jarod | Consider it… an early father’s day present. Good luck huh? |
Scott | Thanks. |
Jarod | Good luck. |
Sydney's office - The Center / A pay phone cabin in a street |
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Sydney | Sydney. |
Jarod | Hope your stay at the depository wasn’t too unpleasant. |
Sydney | No. You made quite an impression on the new regime. I hope this doesn’t end up making things harder for you. |
Jarod | Well, I appreciate your concern but that’s not why I called. I’ve been thinking… and I was wondering if you ever thought about what it would have been like to have been my father? |
Sydney | That was never an option Jarod… so I never allowed myself to even… entertain such a notion. |
Jarod | Well thank you Sydney, for your honesty anyway. |