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DSA 21st Nov, 71
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Young Jarod |
It’s not working. The white duck isn’t accepting the mallard as part of her family. |
Sydney |
Conclusion? |
Young Jarod |
The family bond is a primal impulse. It’s unbreakable. |
Sydney |
Very good Jarod. |
Young Jarod |
My family’s gone Sydney. If I ever left here, would anybody want me? |
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Jarod's old lair - Pine Ridge - Texas
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Broots |
What is this place? |
Sam |
I got your back Miss Parker. |
Miss Parker |
Looks like Monkey Boy had some time on his hands. Oh, Urban Combat Basics, The Best of Enemy Neutralisation. Hand-to-Hand Combat and You. Our little egghead’s turning into a regular weekend warrior. |
Broots (offensed)
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You shoot me. In the head. |
Miss Parker |
You never looked better. Something you wanna share with us Syd? Syd? Syd, you all right? |
Sydney (hidding an envelop for him left by Jarod)
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Oh yeah. |
Sam |
All clear. |
Miss Parker |
What is this? Testosterone headquarters? |
Broots |
What do you think all this means? |
Miss Parker |
Well, it looks like Jarod is preparing to go to war. |
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An apartment in Ohio
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Kidnapper |
You better hope hubby shows up with the ransom. Quiet. |
Kidnapper 2 |
See anything? |
Kidnapper |
I don’t see nothin’. |
Kidnapper 2 |
No cops? |
Kidnapper |
Just hustlers and crackheads. I think we’re gonna be okay. |
SWAT |
Grab the door! Check the bedroom! Go, go go! Police! Freeze! Down! Down! Up against the wall! Check the hallway! Set it up! Clear it! |
Jarod |
My name is Jarod. You’re going to be just fine. |
SWAT |
Central, this is T-14. Two male suspects in custody. |
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Ohio - On a barbecue
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Stephens |
Jarod. Nice work last night partner. No shots, no casualties. SWAT loves pitching shutouts. |
Jarod |
Well, it’s a pleasure to be here Sergeant Stephens. It’s an honour to be part of the T-14 Squad. Although I’m still trying to figure out what the T stands for. |
Cooke |
Ten to life if you ask the losers in city lockup. |
Stephens |
Turbo if you ask the chief. |
Jarod |
Turbo Squad. |
Mooney |
We’re a well oiled machine. Based on your moves last night, you’ll fit in just fine. |
Stephens |
Amen. |
Jarod |
I heard about the shooting incident. Lieutenant Lange is gonna be a tough act to follow. |
Stephens |
Dan was a hell of a guy. He’s gonna be missed. |
Cooke |
That cop killer better hop I don’t find his worthless ass. That’s all I got to say. |
Detective |
Well, these precinct picnics used to be all kinds of fun before all this bitching and moaning. |
Mooney |
Tracking another hot lead Detective? |
Detective
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You guys are making Lange out to be some sort of hero. Truth is, he was a fool. |
Stephens (furious)
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Why don’t you take it someplace else? |
Detective |
Truth hurts, huh, Stephens? |
Stephens |
No, this does. |
Jarod (intervening)
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Whoa, whoa. |
Mooney |
Hey come on! Take it easy, all right? |
Jarod |
Hey, hey. |
Detective |
Why do you keep defending this guy? |
Stephens |
He threw himself in between the shooter and his partner! He was a good cop! |
Detective (refusing to change his position)
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Lange was a hot dog, all right? And it got him killed. |
Liz |
Just a… (to a little boy) Cody, Cody honey? |
Stephens (offensed)
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Right in front of Lange’s kids. That was nice. That was really nice. |
Detective |
I didn’t know. |
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Not too far away frome the picnic area. |
Liz (to the kids)
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It’s gonna be alright. |
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Sydney's office - The Centre - Blue Cove - Delaware
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Sydney (thinking about his past as he's looking a watch)
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Je t’aime. Ah, Michelle. I love you too. |
Broots (entering the room)
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Hey Sydney. Routine scans from last week. You okay Sydney? |
Sydney |
Broots, can I trust you? |
Broots |
Absolutely. I told you about the dream I keep having with Miss Parker, didn’t I? |
Sydney |
Hmmm. I need your help to find a person. Her name is Michelle Lucca. |
Broots |
Okay. |
Sydney |
This is everything I remember about her. Broots, this is important to me. Please be discreet. |
Broots |
Okay Sydney. You know you can count on me. |
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Miss Parkers enters the room. |
Miss Parker |
Hate to break up the coffee klatch, but Broots is needed on Sublevel 5 right away. |
Broots |
Oh, okay, duty calls. |
Miss Parker |
Everything okay Syd? |
Sydney |
Fine Miss Parker, fine. |
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He leaves the office. Broots is about to do the same but is caught by Miss Parker. |
Miss Parker |
In a hurry Broots? |
Broots |
Oh, hi. What? |
Miss Parker |
I want the paper Sydney gave you. |
Broots (offensed)
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You were listening at the door? |
Miss Parker |
It was an accident. (ironically) Call a cop. The paper? Michelle Lucca? Dr Pavlov’s been drooling ever since he found that note from Jarod. Do exactly what Sydney asked. |
Broots |
Okay. |
Miss Parker |
If Sydney’s protecting Jarod for some reason, I need to know about it. You got it? |
Broots |
Yeah. |
Miss Parker |
Oh, and Broots? I can’t wait to hear about that dream of yours. |
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Training Field - Ohio
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Stephens |
And we’re clear. What the hell were you shooting at Mooney? Cleveland? |
Jarod |
You okay? |
Mooney |
Yeah. I need some air. |
Cooke |
What’s with him? |
Jarod |
I don’t know. |
Stephens |
Nice choice of simulation scenario there Jarod. |
Jarod |
Well, simulations are sort of my specialty. You and Cooke, you showed some stellar shooting. |
Stephens |
Just backing up the team. |
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In the locker room - Ohio
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Jarod |
What’s up? |
Mooney |
I really dropped the ball back there. |
Jarod |
Well, maybe the simulation was a little too close to home. Maybe it reminded you of the day you got shot. The day Dan Lange was killed. It’s only been two weeks. |
Mooney |
It was like I was living it again. Like I could hear the rounds goin’ off, Lange screaming, the pain cutting into my leg. |
Jarod |
Classic symptoms of post-traumatic stress. Have you talked to someone? |
Mooney |
Well, I’m doin’ the mandatory sessions with the department shrink. I just can’t get it out of my head. |
Jarod |
Stress can be triggered by a number of factors, anger, fear, guilt. |
Mooney |
Guilt? |
Jarod |
About how Dan Lange died to save your life. Look, your physical wounds are healing. Maybe it’s time to start dealing with the emotional ones. |
Mooney |
They’ll heal when I catch the man who murdered my partner. |
Jarod |
We run these simulations to hone our tactical skills. The same thing can work for healing emotions. |
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A roller-skating rink - Ohio
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Mooney |
We got a call about a botched bank robbery. The suspect drove three blocks, abandoned his car, and he broke into the roller rink. Lange and I made entry there, just behind those lockers. We moved towards the bleachers, but we were pinned down by gunfire coming from the box, up there. I had Lange’s flank, but then I was hit in the leg and went down. Dan stood between me and the shooter and just kept firing. It sounded like we were in the middle of a war. Stephens and Cooke had taken up cover positions over there. |
Jarod |
You could see them? |
Mooney |
I didn’t have to. It’s standard tactical procedure. Anyway, the next thing I knew, Lange was shot and went down. That’s when I saw the shooter. He stood up in the light. White male, six feet, athletic build, goatee and a baseball cap. Son of a bitch knew what he was doin’ too. They found a pile of M1 .32 shell casings. |
Jarod |
Armour piercing rounds. Cop killers. |
Mooney |
Tore through Lange’s vest like paper. They call us the Turbo Squad. Pistons in the same engine. But if we don’t fire at the right time, that engine breaks down. People die. |
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The Centre
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Miss Parker |
Anything on Michelle Lucca? |
Broots |
No, on Michelle Lucca. Yes on Michelle Lucca Stamatis. Married and living in New York State. But that’s not the screwy part. |
Miss Parker |
Why doesn’t that surprise me? |
Broots |
Well, there’s absolutely no record of, of a Michelle Lucca ever having existed before moving to Albany in 1974. No driver’s license, no birth certificate, nothing. |
Miss Parker |
Broots, look deeper. Now, you can give Sydney her address, but nothing else. We need to find that note Jarod left for Sydney in that cabin. |
Broots |
Well, I’m, I’m sure he hid it pretty well. |
Miss Parker |
You haven’t see it, have you , Broots? |
Broots |
No way. No. Miss Parker, uh… this woman obviously means a lot to Sydney. |
Miss Parker |
Your point? |
Broots |
Well, whatever happened to respecting someone’s privacy? |
Miss Parker |
Look, I know how much you care about Sydney. Hell, the old goat’s even grown on me a little. But this might have something to do with Jarod. And that is what’s important. Hmmm? |
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Jarod's lair - Ohio
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Tape |
Liz |
This is Central Dispatch to T-14. Suspects have entered the roller rink at 21 Bay Shore Road. Assume armed and dangerous. Over. |
Lange |
This is Lange, Officer Mooney and I have entered the building. Officer Stephens and Cooke have taken flank positron. Over. |
Liz |
Copy entry. We’ll keep this channel open T-14. Over. |
Lange |
Request immediate backup! Officer down! |
Liz |
Repeat, 14? |
Mooney |
Lange’s been hit! Officer down! Officer down! |
Liz |
Copy. Officer down. Backup en route. Over. Respond T-14. Over. Officer Lange, please respond. Officer Lange, this is Dispatch, please respond. |
Lange |
This is Lange. I’m hit. I-I can’t feel my legs. |
Liz |
Daniel, talk tome, Stay with me. The ambulance is on the way. |
Lange |
Liz, I’m cold, I’m so cold. |
Liz |
Daniel, stay with me. |
Lange |
Liz, tell my boys, tell Jordan and Cody, Dad loves them. |
Liz |
You can tell them that yourself Daniel. Just hang on. Daniel? Oh, my God. |
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End of tape |
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Police station - Ohio
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Girl |
You want to ride with me? |
Dispatcher |
1937 Davidson. 1937 Davidson Avenue. Uh, see a complaint in Apartment 3-H, as in Henry. |
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Jarod's memories of the tape record |
Liz |
Daniel, stay with me. |
Lange |
Liz, tell my boys, tell Jordan and Cody, Dad loves them. |
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Enf of Jarod's memory |
Jarod |
Ceramic figurines with vegetation for hair. Hmmm. |
Liz |
Chia Pets. |
Jarod |
Pets? |
Liz |
Yeah. I’ve never had much of a green thumb, and animals hate me. It seemed like the logical solution. |
Jarod |
Hmmm. I’m Jarod. |
Liz |
Dan Lange’s replacement. |
Jarod |
I don’t think it’s possible to replace a man like Lieutenant Lange. |
Liz |
No. |
Jarod |
You were working dispatch on the night Lieutenant Lange was killed. |
Liz |
I was the last person to speak to him. |
Jarod |
That must have been very difficult for you, considering how you and Dan felt about each other. |
Liz |
What? |
Jarod |
You two were in love. I heard the dispatch tape. I could hear it in your voice, the way you spoke to each other. It must have been very comforting for Dan to have you there at the end. |
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In a park near the police station
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Liz |
Daniel lost his wife just over a year ago. Since then, it’s just been him and the boys. |
Jarod |
You were close to his sons? |
Liz |
Yeah, very. The only family they have left are Daniel’s parents in Seattle. I know they’ve been trying to contact them about taking custody of Jordan and Cody. The trouble is, they’ve been travelling in Europe for over a month. I’m really gonna miss those kids. |
Jarod |
It’s difficult, losing people that we love. |
Liz |
Yeah. I haven’t even cleaned out his locker yet. I know it sounds silly. It… it just makes it seem so final, you know? So real. I don’t want to forget him. I want to do something, you know, make a difference. I at least want to get those cop=killer bullets off the street. |
Jarod |
Did Dan happen to mention anyone who might be supplying that type of ammunition on the street? |
Liz |
He did mention a man named Petrovka. |
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Police Station - Ohio
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Jarod |
Da. Speaking in Russian on phone. Vladimir Petrovka, a local Russian connected to the Moscow Mafia. Interpol thinks he might be responsible for smuggling cop-killer ammunition into the States, among other things. |
Liz |
That’s definitely him. I remember hearing his name a lot just before Daniel made up his mind to leave the team. |
Jarod |
Daniel was planning on leaving Turbo Squad? |
Liz |
Yeah, it was strange. Um, the last few weeks before the shooting he had become so distant, as if he knew something was, was gonna happen. |
Jarod |
That is strange. |
Liz |
He said he was leaving Turbo because he was burnt out. But I think it was because of the boys. And Jordan and Cody were the world to him. Now they might not have anybody. |
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The Centre
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Broots |
Michelle Lucca. The more I look, the less I find. I accessed CIA, FBI and… |
Miss Parker |
She’s not there. |
Broots |
Interpol files. None of them have any record of her having ever existed prior to 1974. So I got to thinking… who else could wipe out a person’s past so efficiently? |
Miss Parker |
She worked for the Centre. |
Broots |
Score one for Miss Parker. She was a clinical psychologist who worked very closely with Sydney on the Pretender Project. She’s beautiful, isn’t she? |
Miss Parker |
Figure out how this connects to that note Jarod left. |
Broots |
Uh, I’ll get on this right away then. |
Miss Parker |
You’re hiding something Broots. |
Broots |
Uh, what? |
Miss Parker |
I think you heard me. |
Broots |
I promised Sydney he could trust me. |
Miss Parker |
And you feel like a heel for lying to him right? |
Broots |
Yes. |
Miss Parker |
So, by giving me the rest of what you know it doesn’t make you any more despicable than you already are. Right? |
Broots |
Right. |
Miss Parker |
Let’s go to my office. |
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Saint Norval Institute
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Social Worker |
Jordan and Cody remain withdrawn, but that’s to be expected, considering they lost their father. |
Jarod |
I understand that they boys’ grandparents might take custody. |
Social Worker |
Yeah. They’re currently out of the country. We’re still trying to make contact. |
Jarod |
What happens if they’re unable to take custody? What happens to Jordan and Cody then? |
Social Worker |
Statistically, older children, particularly ones with, uh, emotional scars, are very difficult to place. |
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Flashback |
Young Jarod |
If I were left here, would anybody want me? |
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End of flashback |
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Jarod approches Lange's sons. |
Jarod |
That’s some gear. You must be good at this game. Would you like to play? |
Jordan |
Whatever. You’re on SWAT. |
Jarod |
Yes I am. |
Jordan |
So, did you know our dad? |
Jarod |
No, but I hear he was a great guy. Do you guys remember anything strange happening before your father’s accident? |
Cody |
He yelled one night. |
Jarod |
Yelled? |
Cody |
At the men. |
Jordan |
Me and Cody had gone to bed and we woke up when we heard them fighting. |
Jarod |
Did you see these men? |
Cody |
No, but we could hear them. |
Jordan |
Dad was real mad. He kept telling them that he, he didn’t want to be involved and that they should leave. It was a few nights before… you know. |
Jarod |
You okay? |
Cody |
Every day before he went to work he said nothing would happen to him. He promised. |
Jarod |
Cody, your father died saving another police officer. There’s nothing more heroic than that. |
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Sydney's office - The Centre
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Broots |
This is so wrong. Sydney should be entitled to a private life. |
Miss Parker |
Keep looking. |
Broots |
He was poking around here when I was here before. I got it. |
Miss Parker |
What? |
Broots |
Oh God. |
Sydney |
Oh, Miss Parker. |
Broots |
Sydney, we were just… |
Miss Parker |
Just looking for you because I need your report on the surveillance scans. |
Sydney |
I’ll put them on your desk. |
Miss Parker |
Thank you. |
Sydney |
Any news Broots? |
Broots |
Almost. |
Sydney |
Hmmm. |
Miss Parker |
Give me that. Well, it’s a birth certificate. Michelle Lucca is named as the mother, but there’s no one listed as the father. Sydney? |
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Jarod's lair - Ohio
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Video Tape |
Stephens |
I was in a cover position near the back bleachers with Officer Cooke when we heard gunfire. We immediately returned the fire. |
Mooney |
I was hit almost immediately. That’s when Dan, I mean Officer Lange, began to return fire. The next thing I knew he was down and I could see the shooter, the guy with the goatee and the baseball cap, looking right at me. |
Cooke |
It felt like the fire fight lasted 20 minutes. When we stopped firing, we heard another weapon. It sounded like one of our Miss Parker5 nine-millimetres coming from the bleachers in front of us. It felt like the fire fight lasted 20 minutes. It felt like the fire fight lasted…It felt like the fire fight lasted …. It felt like the fire fight lasted … |
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End of video tape |
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The roller rink - Ohio
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Liz |
I cant believe they’ve already reopened the roller rink. They haven’t even fixed all the damage yet. |
Jarod |
Liz, what kind of weapons were Mooney and Lange carrying the day of the shooting? |
Liz |
Uh, nine-millimetre handguns. |
Jarod |
Stephens and Cooke? |
Liz |
M16 assault rifles. Standard team issue. |
Jarod |
Right. |
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Flashback |
Lange |
We’re under fire! We’re under fire! Take cover! I’m hit, I cant feel my legs. |
Liz |
Daniel, hang on. |
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End of flashback |
Jarod |
I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought you here. |
Liz |
Why did you ask about the weapons? |
Jarod |
Because maybe Mooney and Lange didn’t have a backup after all. |
Liz |
What are you talking about? Stephens and Cooke were right behind them. |
Jarod |
Were they? Cooke said it was a fire fight. |
Liz |
Yeah? So? |
Jarod |
So, if there was such a vicious exchange of gunfire why argent there more bullet holes? And why are all these bullet holes the exact same size? |
Liz |
You’ve lost me. |
Jarod |
An M16 slug leaves a slightly smaller bullet hole than a nine-millimetre. It’s not something you would notice, unless you were looking for it. Yet none of these bullet holes come from an assault weapon. Stephens and Cooke, they’re expert marksmen, I’ve seen them shoot. That box is only 30 yards away, yet they missed their target. Why is that? |
Liz |
Are you saying they never fired at the shooter? |
Jarod |
I’m saying that maybe, just maybe, there was never a shooter in the first place. |
Liz |
Then who killed Daniel? |
Jarod |
Maybe… Stephens and Cooke. |
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Sydney's office - The Centre
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Broots |
The birth certificate is from 1974 for a boy named Nicholas. He was born eight months after Michelle Lucca left the Centre. |
Miss Parker |
I didn’t think he knew what to do with that part of his anatomy. Now he’s got a son out there. |
Broots |
Which is why we should leave it alone. |
Miss Parker |
Give the moral shtick a rest, Broots. |
Broots |
I wouldn’t want anyone from the Centre getting involved in my daughter’s life. We have to back off, Miss Parker. |
Miss Parker |
Mnnn. First Sydney shows some testosterone, now you. It must be in the water. Would you put that away? |
Broots |
The Centre made Michelle disappear. Now don’t, don’t you think they’ve done enough to Sydney? |
Miss Parker |
I told you. This isn’t about Sydney. It’s about Jarod. |
Broots |
You say that. I just wonder if you believe it. |
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Jarod's lair - Ohio
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Jarod |
A voice from beyond the grave. |
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Tape |
Lange |
This is Lieutenant Daniel P Lange, badge number 44562. The date is March 4, the time is… 11:18pm. My location is 570 Franklin Avenue. I’m currently in observation of Officers Stephens, Cooke and Mooney with one Vladimir Petrovka, a known criminal with ties to the Russian mob and convictions on weapons and drugs charges. This is the second meeting in which I have witnessed the exchange of money. I plan to turn these surveillance tapes over to the district attorney’s office as soon as I’ve collected enough evidence. I just hope I can stop this before anybody gets hurt. |
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End of the tape |
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570 Franklin Avenue
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Jarod |
You may have been too late, Dan. But I won’t be. |
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Michelle's home - Albany - New-York
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Michelle (opening the door and seeing Sydney)
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Nick, you’re… |
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Not too far from the house. Michelle and Sydney are walking. |
Sydney |
When I returned to the Centre, your desk had been cleared out, your projects reassigned and your apartment was empty. You left without a trace. I had only this. Je t’aime. Michelle, if you loved me, how could you leave without saying goodbye? |
Michelle |
Because I loved you. |
Sydney |
I received a copy of a birth certificate. A boy named Nicholas, born eight months after you left. No father listed. Michelle, am I the father? |
Michelle |
Sydney. |
Sydney |
Well, am I? |
Michelle |
Do you remember that Easter weekend we spent at the cabin? |
Sydney |
Mn-hmmn. |
Michelle |
Well, after a few weeks, uh, I got up one morning, I wasn’t feeling very well so I made an appointment with my doctor and… |
Sydney |
You were pregnant. |
Michelle |
I was so excited. For me, for us. I rushed to Blue Cove to tell you. When I got to the Centre, I was stopped. |
Sydney |
By whom? |
Michelle |
By a man that I’d never even seen before. I don’t know, but somehow he knew about our child. He gave me a choice Sydney. The Centre would relocate, set up a substantial trust fund for Nicholas if… I promised never to see or speak with you again. |
Sydney |
And if you refused? |
Michelle |
He said you would be in a terrible accident. He said the Centre couldn’t take a chance on you becoming distracted, compromising your… your objectivity toward the Pretender Project. Sydney, I was afraid. After I left, and Nicholas was born I met someone. I got married. He raised our child as his own. We chose never to tell him the truth. |
Sydney |
We can tell him now. |
Michelle |
At what cost? He’s such a bright, splendid young man with a great future. He’s going to be a teacher, like you. And he’s going to be back any minute now. I have to go. I hope you understand Sydney. |
Sydney |
At least this time we can say goodbye. |
Michelle |
Sydney? The inscription on the watch? I meant it. Forever. |
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Later, at Michelle's home. Sydney observes from a point not so far away. |
Michelle |
Hi, how you doing? |
Nicholas |
Good. This is Jeremy. |
Jeremy |
Nice to meet you. |
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Police station Ohio
|
Jarod |
I found this in a box of old case files. Vladimir Petrovka. He was arrested two years ago by… |
Liz |
Stephens, Cooke and Mooney? |
Jarod |
That’s when Petrovka began his relationship with the Turbo Squad. |
Liz |
This is before Daniel joined the team. |
Jarod |
Petrovka got off on a technicality. Now, Stephens and the others get paid to tip Petrovka off about raids. Their father found out and confronted them. That must have been the fight the boys overheard. He was going to turn them in. |
Liz |
So they killed him. |
Jarod |
It’s not over Liz. Not yet. |
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Sydney's office - The Centre
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Miss Parker |
Going somewhere? I saw the birth certificate Syd. |
Sydney |
Michelle said the Centre threatened to have me killed if I ever found out about my son. She was told to leave. They stole my life Parker! Just like they stole Jarod’s and Angelo’s and … |
Miss Parker |
Mine? If you leave now, then you’ll never find out who did this. |
Broots |
You’re not, you’re not really gonna leave, are you, Sydney? |
Sydney |
(surrending) Apparently not. If you knew about the birth certificate, why didn’t you confront me? |
Miss Parker |
Everyone deserves a life. Even you. |
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In Ohio
|
Stephens |
So why the hell couldn’t you hit it with a .45? |
Cooke |
Get out of here. I know you weren’t talking about my target. |
Stephens |
I was talking about your target. |
Cooke |
Oh, no, man! |
Stephens |
I was talking about your .45. |
Cooke |
All right, we’ll meet at the tactical range in 20. We’ll just have to prove it. |
Stephens |
All right. |
Liz (on radio)
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T-14. We have a confirmed sighting of a Joe Doe male matching description of suspect wanted in the murder of Lieutenant Daniel Lange. 21 Bay Shore Road. Shots have been fired. |
Mooney |
That’s the roller rink. |
Stephens |
Uh, Dispatch? Dispatch, this is Sergeant Stephens. Did I read you correctly? |
Liz |
Affirmative. Unit on scene requests SWAT intervention immediately. |
Jarod |
Well come on! Let’s move! |
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The roller rink - Ohio
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Jarod |
Blood, looks like our cop killer’s back. |
Stephens |
All right, we go in together this time. Jarod, you wait for my call! |
Mooney |
What the hell’s he doin’? |
Stephens |
Forget him. Let’s move. Cooke, stay with me on point. Mooney, cover our flank. |
Cooke |
Yes sir. I don’t like this. |
Stephens |
Neither do I. Let’s go. Ready? Go! Jarod, this is Stephens, respond. Respond, damn it! That’s an order! |
Cooke |
Where did he go? |
Stephens |
I’ll take care of him later. Keep your eyes open. Move out. |
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|
Stephens |
Hold your fire! |
Mooney |
It’s a damn target. |
Stephens |
What is this? |
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Cooke |
He’s not going down! I’m shooting straight at him! |
Stephens |
Blanks. They’re blanks! Somebody switched the ammo. Who the hell are you? |
Jarod |
You know me, I’m the man each of you created. The shooter in the baseball cap with the goatee. The man you made up to cover for the murder of Dan Lange. |
Stephens |
What are you talking about? |
Jarod |
Lieutenant Lange found out about your little payoffs from Petrovka. When he confronted you, you killed him with armour-piercing shells. Cop killers. It just so happens I brought some with me tonight. |
Mooney |
Please stop! |
Jarod |
You set up Lange, didn’t you? |
Mooney |
It was Stephens’ idea. |
Stephens |
Shut up Mooney. |
Jarod |
You left two boys without a father. And for what? For money? |
Stephens |
You better hope you don’t miss, or we’ll blow you away, just like we did Lange. |
Jarod |
Did you get all that Liz? |
Liz |
Every last word. |
Stephens |
Forgot to switch the ammo in this one, didn’t you? What are you gonna do Jarod? You gonna shoot me huh? If I go, you go. |
Jarod |
It’s over Stephens. |
Cooke |
He, he’s right. |
Mooney |
There’s been enough killing Stephens. |
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Saint Norval Institute
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Woman (to Lange's kids)
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You kids had a wonderful time. |
Jarod |
I’m glad they finally got hold of Dan’s parents. |
Liz |
Yep. They’re gonna take the boys back to Seattle. They seem like really nice people. |
Jarod |
Well, Jordan and Cody, they’re going to miss you. |
Liz |
The Langes said I could visit anytime I wanted. I just wish they were moving closer. I’ve got a lot I want to tell them about their father. |
Jarod |
Well, you could always move there. |
Liz |
And do what? It’s not like they need another dispatcher in Seattle. |
Jarod |
Well, it’s funny that you should mention that. Because I put a call in to the Seattle PD and it just so happens they’re looking for a good person to fill a recently vacated switchboard position. So, if you want the job, you start in two weeks. |
Liz |
Thank you. |
Jarod |
No, thank you. |
Liz |
For what? |
Jarod |
For making sure those kids knew that they had someone that cared about them. |
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Jarod |
I hear you’re goin’ home. |
Jordan |
Grandma and Grandpa have a farm. |
Cody |
With real horses. |
Jarod |
Real horses? Wow. Listen, will you make me a promise? |
Cody |
What? |
Jarod |
No matter how busy or crazy your lives get in the future always remember that your dad loved you very much. You promise? |
Jordan |
Promise. |
Cody |
Promise. |
Jarod |
Bye. |
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The Centre
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Miss Parker |
Where’s Syd? I haven’t seen him all morning. |
Broots |
He said he had something important to do up in Albany. Hey look Miss Parker. |
Miss Parker |
Don’t! Back off. |
Broots |
Hey look! It’s Chia Me. A little less hair than I’m used to. |
Miss Parker |
Well, like I said before, you never looked better. |
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A school campus
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Nicholas |
Nice job. See you next time, okay? Erica, I was going to talk to you about Thoreau’s principles. I think your essays could be a little more in-depth. Uh, maybe if you could look at the, uh, third chapter, okay? |
Sydney |
There is no job more important than teaching. |
Nicholas |
That’s what they keep telling me. |
Sydney |
Enjoy your life. It passes so quickly. |
Nicholas |
I’m sorry. Do I know you from somewhere? |
Sydney |
I’m afraid you don’t. |
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Sydney (on phone)
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This is Sydney. |
Jarod (on phone)
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Did you find your son? |
Sydney |
Yes, I did. |
Jarod |
Do you remember a long time ago I asked you if a family would ever want me? |
Sydney |
I do. |
Jarod |
Well, I thought it took blood to bond people. But I’ve learned it also takes something else. It takes love. |
Sydney |
I hope you’re right Jarod. |