(A small, single-engine red aeroplane is dwarfed by the magnificence of the snow covered mountains that if flies over. Inside the cockpit, Jarod picks up his cellular phone and dials.) Sydney: This is Sydney. Jarod: It’s incredible how beautiful Yellowstone is, even from twelve thousand feet. Sydney: I can barely hear you. Jarod: I’m going through a little turbulence. (He leans forward and makes a small adjustment to the controls.) Speaking of black clouds, is Miss Parker around? Sydney: She hasn’t arrived yet. Jarod: Well, it’s very important that I speak with her. Sydney: Sounds mysterious. Jarod: I’m on my way to meet someone that was very close to her mother. Someone who can answer a lot of questions. (There is a small but unusual popping sound from the engine of the aircraft. A spray of engine oil beads on the windscreen.) Sydney: Jarod, is something wrong? Jarod: (He makes some further adjustments but the engine is now misfiring badly.) I’m fine, but my engine doesn’t appear to be. Listen Sydney, I don’t have much time. Did the package come that I sent for Miss Parker? Sydney: It arrived early this morning. Jarod: See that she gets it. Sydney: Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it. Jarod: Sydney if you don’t talk to me in one hour . . . (The failing engine finally demands all of his attention. He disconnects and throws the phone onto the seat beside him.) Sydney: Jarod? Jarod: Come on baby don’t fail on me now. The Centre Sim Lab (Broots and Angelo sit in front of a television. Broots laughs at the antics of a group of monkeys that are playing out a drama similar to that of The Lone Ranger. Angelo watches unblinkingly, seemingly unmoved by the pictures. Miss Parker enters the lab unnoticed by Broots.) Parker: Home movies, Broots? Broots: (He jumps up, startled.) Oh, Miss Parker. Good morning. Parker: What’s good about it, Cheeta? (She takes a swig at a bottle of antacid.) Broots: Well, ah, are you okay? Parker: Just peachy. Thomas is out of town for another week. The last time I checked my father was still in (?) with that troll. And if that’s not enough torment he left Raines in charge of this nut house. Speaking of which just what in the hell are you two doing? Broots: Oh ah, it’s therapy. Sydney’s hoping that a little cognitive stimulation might improve Angelo’s expressive abilities. Parker: Well it certainly seems to be working for the monkeys. Sydney: Oh Miss Parker. Parker: You wanted to see me Dr Doolittle? Sydney: You okay? Parker: I’m fine. Geez, a person gets a little gas and people think you’re dying. Sydney: It seems like you’ve had a great deal of indigestion lately. Parker: What do you expect? I work with you three. Television: And it sure made a happy girl out of Fanny. And made a big hero out of Lonesome Stranger. (On the screen, a masked monkey sits on the back of a big dog.) Parker: For God’s sake. (She grabs the remote control and turns off the television. Angelo blinks.) What do you want Sydney? Sydney: (He hands her a package.) It’s from Jarod, for you. Parker: (She grabs the package opens it, and examines the postmark before discarding the envelope.) Probably another twisted attempt to rub my face in my twisted dysfunctional family life. (The package contains a small white box. She removes the lid, and pulls back the tissue paper. In surprise she reverently removes a set of rosary beads. She holds them up.) Broots: A rosary? Angelo: (He stands and moves to Miss Parker, taking her by the hand that is holding up the rosary.) Miss Parker has pain. (Tears form in her eyes and she sways.) Sydney: Parker, are you okay? Parker: Sydney. (She collapses. Sydney and Broots crouch beside her.) Broots: Miss Parker? Miss Parker. Sydney: Parker, Parker. Can you hear me? Broots: Syd she was just standing there and the she just fell. (He places a hand on her forehead.) Oh my God, she’s burning up. Sydney: She’s going into shock. We’ve got to her to a hospital now. Broots: Okay. (He stands and runs up the stairs.) Help! We need help. Somebody call 911 . . . Angelo: (He picks up the rosary from where Miss Parker dropped it.) Miss Parker needs faith. But faith is dead. Miss Parker needs faith. But faith is dead. Somewhere Over Yellowstone (Jarod’s predicament has not improved any. He picks up the radio.) Jarod: Mayday. Mayday. This is two-niner Charlie Victor. Over. Radio: What’s your problem Charlie Victor? Jarod: I’ve lost all power and I’m descending rapidly. Radio: Charlie Victor what’s your location? Over. Charlie Victor, do you read me? Over. (Jarod throws down the radio as he struggles to keep the aircraft airborne. He pulls back on the stick as the top of a ledge looms. The plane hits the ledge, ripping off one of the floats and throwing Jarod forward against the controls. The plane continues to plummet. Below, a river winds through a canyon. The plane hits the surface of the river, nose diving before flipping over in a shower of water.) OPENING CREDITS Crash Site (The plane has ended upside down in the water. Jarod has dragged himself to the rivers edge.) Jarod: Urgh! Urgh! Argh! (He has injured his left arm, unable to use it to help his progress. He crawls out of the water and turns over, resting his head against a weathered log. His right leg is gashed and bleeding freely. He loses consciousness.) Hospital (An EMT, nurses and doctor move down the corridor, escorting Miss Parker who is still unconscious on a gurney. Sydney and Broots hurry along in their wake.) Nurse: BP is 70 over 40 and falling. Pulse 110 and thready. Pupils dilated and unresponsive. O2 saturation 78. Respiration is shallow at 40. Doctor: She needs plasma O neg. Lots of it. I want a CVV blood gases, the works. (She stops to talk to Sydney.) You’re a doctor, right? Sydney: Psychiatrist. Doctor: What the hell happened? Sydney: She was experiencing abdominal pain and then she just collapsed. She has a history of ulcers. And she’s been under a lot of stress. Doctor: She appears to have massive internal bleeding, probably a perforated ulcer. Broots: Will she be okay? Doctor: It’s too early to tell. Excuse me. (She goes into the Emergency Room.) Alert surgery. Sydney: Broots I've got to get back to The Centre. Broots: You’re leaving now, Syd? Sydney: Jarod is supposed to call. Broots: Jarod? Sydney: I’ll explain later. Stay here and monitor her condition. I’ll be back. Broots: Okay. (He turns and looks into the ER where the trauma team is working on Miss Parker. The door slowly closes preventing further observation.) I’m not going anywhere. Emergency Room (Miss Parker turns her head towards the bed beside her to where a priest and two others stand, the priest saying the last rights over the person there.) Priest: Yeah though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil for thou art with me. In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. Flashback Sim Lab (Young Jarod is working at his desk. Miss Parker comes down the stairs.) Miss Parker: Jarod, can you keep a secret? Young Jarod: I guess so Miss Parker. What is it? Miss Parker: There’s a dead body in the Centre. Young Jarod: A dead body? (He stops writing.) Where is it? Miss Parker: I saw them deliver the coffin this morning to Doctor Raines. He told them to take it to the containment area. Young Jarod: Yeah. I’ve heard Sydney talk about that place. They do a lot of special projects down there, but they’ve never taken me there. I don’t even know where it is. Miss Parker: Me neither. I asked my daddy about the coffin and the body, but he wouldn’t talk about it. For the last few weeks, since mummy died he’s been too busy to talk to me about anything. I still can’t believe she’s really gone. Young Jarod: I’m sorry about your mother. Miss Parker: I’m okay. Anyway, if Dad won’t tell me where the body is I’ll find it on my own. Young Jarod: Well if you could follow Doctor Raines without him knowing it, he would lead you straight to it. Miss Parker: Come on. Then let’s go find him. Young Jarod: Wait I didn’t say I would do it. Miss Parker: You’re not scared are you? Young Jarod: No. It’s just . . . I’ve never seen anyone who’s dead before. Miss Parker: It can’t hurt you any more. I’m more afraid of Doctor Raines. I hate doctors. Hospital Operating Theatre Doctor: She’s lost a lot of blood. Pressures barely detectable. We don’t have much time. Nurse: She’s prepped for abdominal entry. Doctor: You’re ready? Doctor: She’s out. Let’s start. Doctor: This one’s going to need a miracle to survive. Crash Site (Jarod grunts in pain as he moves suddenly jarring his dislocated shoulder. He slowly moves his arm over the log and then jerks his torso around forcing the bones to slip back into position. He yells. The sound echoes around the mountains. He reaches down and picks up the survival kit that is lying near his feet. He coughs and passes out.) Flashback (Miss Parker and Young Jarod are watching Raines from a concealed position.) Young Jarod: I wonder what it’s like to die. Miss Parker: Ask Raines. Looks like he died a long time ago. Come on let’s go find the dead guy. (Raines goes through a doorway. They stand up, ready to follow Raines.) Young Jarod: It’s weird. Death is something that everyone experiences but no one wants to talk about. Miss Parker: Yeah. When my mum died all the grown ups would come up and talk to me about anything except what I wanted to talk about. About what happened to her. He went this way. Young Jarod: So then we find the coffin and then what? Miss Parker: We open it. Young Jarod: I wonder what it will look like. What if it was someone who was mutilated in a wreck or killed in a sim. Miss Parker: Or maybe it was someone The Centre wanted to get rid of. Maybe Doctor Raines created some kind of monster, like Frankenstein. Young Jarod: Who’s Frankenstein? (They hear a noise.) He’s coming back. Come on. (They open a door and enter an abandoned office. The furniture and equipment is shrouded in dustsheets.) There’s nowhere to hide. What do we do? Miss Parker: I don’t know. (Outside the room, Mr Raines tries to open the door. Upon finding it locked he takes out a set of keys and opens the door.) Mr Raines: Who’s in there? (He looks around before grabbing the edge of the desk and flipping it over. There is no one there. He turns and leaves. Miss Parker, Young Jarod, and Young Angelo peer out from between the slats in the ventilation shaft cover.) Miss Parker: Thanks Angelo. Young Angelo: Faith is waiting. (He turns and crawls off.) Young Jarod: That was too close. Miss Parker: Don’t wet your pants Jarod. You look like you’re going to pass out or something. Crash Site (Jarod, still propped against the dead tree, applies a last piece of tape to the bandage that he has wrapped around his gashed leg. Even still, an excessive amount of blood has seeped through the gauze. He hears a snarl from behind him. He turns to see a white wolf behind him. It licks its lips.) Jarod: Perfect. Get out of here! . (He picks up a rock and throws it at the dog. Jarod looks at his watch. It is 3:45pm. He reaches into the Survival Kit and starts flicking around its contents. He finds a radio. He takes it out and turns it on.) Hello, can anybody read me? This is an emergency. Hello? Over. (At the Montana Air Patrol Station, a man sitting on the edge of a desk responds to Jarod’s call.) Air Patrol: This is Montana Air Patrol. Please respond. Jarod: This is two-nine Charlie Victor. My engine stalled and I’ve crashed into a river or an inlet. I need some help. Air Patrol: Are you hurt? Over. Jarod: I have multiple lacerations and I’ve dislocated my shoulder. And I think I’ve broken a couple of ribs. I’m stable for now but I could use medical help. Air Patrol: Roger that. Are there any other survivors? Over. (He nods at a man standing at the door who enters. The first man nods towards the map which is pinned to the wall of the office.) Jarod: No I’m alone. Hello? Hello? Can you hear me Air Patrol? Over. Hello? Hello? Air Patrol: This is Air Patrol. I’m losing your signal. There is a cold front moving in. We need your exact location. Respond. Jarod: I’m not sure. I was about two hours outside of Casper. I was heading west. I’m about thirty miles from . . . (The second man is trying to locate the position on the map. Jarod’s voice is distorted by a blast of static.) Air Patrol: Thirty miles from where, Charlie Victor? I’m losing you. Jarod: Hello? Hello? Air Patrol: Please respond, Charlie Victor. I’ve lost him. Air Patrol 2: Probably for good. Nobody could survive a night out there. No one. Jarod: Hello. Can you hear me? Over. (He throws down the radio in disgust. He starts to yell, the panic evident in his voice.) Can anybody hear me? Hello? Can anybody hear me? (The sound of his voice echoes back to him from the snow-covered mountains behind him.) The Centre Sim Lab (The phone rings and Sydney hurriedly answers it.) Sydney: Jarod? Broots: No it’s Broots. I’m here at the hospital. What’s going on? Sydney: Jarod never called. It’s not like him. How’s Miss Parker? Broots: I don’t know. They just brought her out of surgery. They’re getting her settled into ICU. I want to go in there but they’re not letting any one see her yet. She shouldn’t be alone in there, Syd. Sydney: Stay put Broots. I’m heading back there right away. Broots: Okay. No one should be alone at a time like this. Crash Site (It is night. Jarod looks at watch. It is now 8:45pm. The wind blows through the trees and a dog howls in the distance. He takes the thermal blanket out of the Survival Kit and wraps it around his shoulders. He flicks through the contents of the Survival Kit and finds a box of matches. There are only three of them. He piles up some twigs. He lights the first match. A sudden gust of wind extinguishes the flame. He takes out the second match. It breaks. The third match . . . Jarod: Come on. Come on. Please light. Come on. Don’t go out on me. (The match flares and he applies it to the twigs. He gets a small fire going and he puts some more twigs on it. He looks up in fear as he realises that it has started to snow.) The Hospital ICU (Mr Broots opens the door, looking down the corridor checking to see if he is being observed. He moves to Miss Parker’s side. She is unconscious, pale and fragile.) Broots: You look so cold. (He pulls up the blanket.) It’s so strange you giving me a hard time all the time but I know you don’t mean it. I know it’s just your way. You’ve always been there for me whenever I needed someone there was you. Man, you probably can’t even hear me. I just want you to know that other than Debbie, I feel closer to you than to anyone. (He picks up her hand.) Miss Parker. Oh, you can’t leave me. (He kisses her hand and starts to cry.) Miss Parker. Don’t be afraid. (He re-adjusts the blanket and she moans.) Don’t be afraid Miss Parker. Flashback (The young trio move through the ventilation shaft.) Young Jarod: Don’t be afraid, Miss Parker. Miss Parker: Afraid? I’m not afraid, I just want to know where the hell we’re going. (The tone of her voice belies her response.) Young Angelo: Miss Parker needs faith. Miss Parker: We don’t need faith Angelo. We have to find the body. (Young Angelo points towards a ventilation grate. Through the slats a strange construction can be seen. It is a large doom-shaped structure made from metal girders that meet at the centre of the dome. The girders are covered with diaphanous material. It appears to be glowing. Jarod kicks the cover of the shaft out so that it falls with a clatter to the floor. They jump out of the shaft.) Young Jarod: Look. That must be it. Miss Parker: What is it? Young Jarod: It’s where they’re keeping the body. Young Angelo: Faith. (They start to walk towards the dome.) Young Jarod: It feels strange to be here. Miss Parker: Well, maybe we shouldn’t be. Come on, let’s get out of here. Young Jarod: Wait! We’ve come this far. What’s wrong? Miss Parker: Nothing. It reminds me of . . . Never mind. Young Jarod: But I thought you wanted to see it. Miss Parker: I do. It just isn’t the right time. Young Jarod: Are you afraid? Miss Parker: I don’t know. Young Jarod: Come on. (Young Angelo pulls back the fabric at the entrance to the dome and they enter.) Crash Site (Jarod puts another twig on the fire. The dog whimpers. He pulls the thermal blanket tighter around himself in a vain attempt to keep warm.) Jarod: You hungry? Well so am I. So you’re just going to have to wait a little longer for me. (He picks up a rock and throws it at the animal. He turns back to the fire in time to see a clump of snow, blown off an overhanging branch, extinguish his fire.) No! Hospital ICU (Broots gently strokes Miss Parker’s face with his thumb. The door opens and Sydney enters. Broots stands quickly and goes over to Sydney.) Broots: Sydney. Sydney: How is she? Broots: Well she’s lost a lot of blood. Her fever’s over a hundred and two. The doctors say she’s developed peritonitis, whatever the hell that is. Sydney: It’s bad. Broots: They said she . . . said that she might not make it. I wish there was something I could do. (Sydney puts his arm around Broot’s waist and Broots reciprocates.) Sydney: You’re already doing it Broots. (The nurse enters.) Nurse: Sorry guys. I’ve got to ask you to leave now. It’s real important she gets her rest. (Sydney and Broots turn to leave and the nurse goes over to Miss Parker.) Parker: Faith. Faith. Nurse: (She strokes Miss Parker’s forehead.) Shh. It’s okay. It’s okay. Parker: Faith. Outside ICU Broots: She keeps saying something about faith. Sydney: That’s what Angelo said in the Sim Lab when he saw the rosary that Jarod sent her. Broots: Right before she collapsed. What do you think it means? Sydney: I’m not sure. But I seem to remember there was a project a long time ago that was code named Faith. We need to get back to The Centre. Broots: Now? Sydney: I believe Jarod was in a plane crash. Broots: What? Sydney: I need you to try to figure out where he might have gone down. (The nurse emerges from Miss Parker’s room.) Nurse. Nurse: Yes? Sydney: If her condition changes . . . Nurse: I have all your numbers. I’ll contact you immediately. There’s not much you can do here now, anyway. It’s all up to her now. Sydney: Thank you. Inside ICU Parker: I have to find Faith. Flashback (Miss Parker enters the dome and walks past Jarod to the “coffin”. It is set up on a trestle and for all intents and purposes looks like a coffin except for the hand holes cut at frequent intervals on the sides. Inside a young girl lies, a blanket covering her from the neck down.) Miss Parker: It’s . . . it’s a girl. Young Jarod: She’s beautiful. (But also very pale with dark shadows under her eyes. She has long straight hair.) Faith: Ah hm. (She stirs and opens her eyes.) Young Jarod: You’re not dead. Faith: Neither are you. Young Jarod: Yeah. It’s just we . . . never mind. (Faith sits up and Miss Parker moves to her side. Angelo stands on the other side near the top of the bed but Jarod remains at the foot.) Miss Parker: My name is Miss Parker. Faith: Kinda formal isn’t it? Hi. I’m Faith. Miss Parker: Hi. Young Jarod: I’m Jarod. And this is Angelo. He doesn't talk much. Faith: Hi. (She shakes hands with Angelo.) Young Jarod: What are you doing here? Faith: I’ve been sick. Really really sick. They brought me here to get well. I’ve never seen other children in this place. (Jarod picks up her chart from the end of the bed, opens it and starts reading.) Miss Parker: Yeah. They live here. I’m here with my dad. He works here. As it turns out, I’m usually alone. Faith: I’m used to being by myself too. But I’m not alone now. Maybe we could play together, you know, be friends? (Jarod winces, closes and replaces the chart.) Miss Parker: I’d like that. (They hear a noise from outside.) Young Angelo: Bad. Young Jarod: Come on. We’ve gotta get out of here. Someone’s coming. Miss Parker: We’re not supposed to be down here. We could get into a lot of trouble. Faith: I won’t tell anyone. I promise. Miss Parker: We’ve got to go now. I’ll be back. (She runs from the room, following the others.) Faith: I’m not going anywhere. (Faith slowly lies back down, the effort of sitting up for so long telling on her face. She pulls the blanket up over her and closes her eyes.) (Outside the dome, the trio have hidden behind some discarded equipment. They watch the shadows of the medical team flicker against the fabric that covers the dome.) Young Angelo: Close. Miss Parker: You know I’ve never had a friend before, I mean a girlfriend. I can’t wait for Faith to get well so we can play together. Young Jarod: Faith, ah, isn’t just sick. She’s very sick. Miss Parker: What do you mean? Jarod: I read her chart and she’s . . . she’s not going to make it. Parker: But, I don’t want her to die. I don’t want anyone to die. Crash Site (Jarod is huddled and shivering under his thermal blanket, the snow still falling.) Hospital ICU (Miss Parker lies pale and unmoving on her bed, alone.) The Centre Angelo’s Space (Angelo sits in the middle of a circle of lit candles. He is holding the rosary and rocking gently backwards and forwards as he recites the Catholic prayer.) Angelo: Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the time of our death. Amen. Crash Site (Jarod slowly slumps over onto his side, the side of his face resting in the snow.) Hospital (Miss Parker’s eyes have opened but are staring sightlessly towards the end of the bed. The life support monitor emits a monotonic whine.) The Centre Angelo’s Space (Angelo continues to recite the rosary.) Angelo: Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the time of our death. Amen. Hospital (Miss Parker stares sightlessly.) The Crash Site (Jarod is unmoving in the snow.) The Centre Angelo’s Space Angelo: Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the time of our death. . . Amen. Crash Site (Jarod opens his eyes when he hears the sound of a child’s laughter. He sees Faith skipping and jumping. She is surrounded by a glowing aura.) Faith: Hi Jarod. Hospital (The nurse enters followed by the doctor and an orderly with a crash cart.) Nurse: No pulse! No respiration! Doctor: We’ve got full cardia people. 10ccs of emfremsepaline now. Prepare to defibrillate starting at one hundred. All clear. (The doctor applies the paddles and Miss Parker’s body leaps involuntarily from the bed. Faith appears as a transparent glowing image at the foot of the bed.) Faith: Hi. Flashback (The trio re-enter the dome.) Young Jarod: Are you okay? Miss Parker: Yeah. I guess. Come on. Is she asleep? Young Angelo: Faith. Faith. (He gently rocks her shoulder.) (Faith awakens. She is paler and weaker than what she was the previous visit. She does not sit up.) Faith: Oh, hi. Did you see her? Miss Parker: Who? Faith: My mummy. She was right here. Young Jarod: There’s no one here. Faith: I must have been dreaming. But it was so real. We were laughing and talking about what we were going to do, and I didn’t feel, you know, sick any more. Miss Parker: How do you feel? Faith: Better since you got here. Miss Parker: Here. (She places a rosary in Faith’s hand.) It was my mum’s. Mine now. (She starts to cry.) She said that I should hold it and think about her whenever I feel frightened or sad. I it was like I would feel her with me again. (Young Jarod and young Angelo exchange a look.) And before you know it I’m not frightened or lonely any more. It always makes me feel better. Faith: Thank you. Thank you for being my friend. I will always be my friend. I will always be there for you, watching you, just like my mum. (Her eyes close and her face relaxes.) Young Jarod: She’s gone. Miss Parker: No. No. Please no Faith, please don’t leave me. No. No. Please no, Faith. Young Jarod: They’ll be here soon. Come on. (An alarm starts to sound.) Angelo: G . . . go. Hospital (Even though Miss Parker is technically dead and her eyes stare sightlessly, one gets the impression that she can see Faith sitting at the end of the bed.) Faith: I told you I would always be watching you. You’ve got to fight. You can’t give up. It’s not your time yet. Doctor: All clear. (The doctor applies the paddles again and Miss Parker’s body convulses again.) Faith: You’re mummy loves you very much and she wants you to fight too. Doctor: Up to 200 One more time. (The electricity is applied again. The medical team all stand around anxiously looking for some return of life signs.) Faith: Your mummy loves you very much. Flashback (Miss Parker and Catherine Parker sit at Catherine’s dressing table. Catherine is brushing her hair using long strokes of a long handled brush.) Parker: Mummy, show me how to braid my hair. Catherine: Alright. Doctor: We got her. Nurse: This one’s a fighter. Crash Site (Faith appears again.) Faith: Jarod, you can’t give up. Jarod: I don’t understand. Faith: Just hang on. They’ll be coming for you soon. Don’t give up. (She laughs and skips off fading into the shubbery. Jarod struggles to sit up. He takes a fluorescent flare tube from the kit and breaks it. He holds it close to him. He smiles weakly at the wolf who is sniffing the ground nearby.) Jarod: Not yet. You can’t have me yet. Just hang on. It’ll be daylight soon. Hang on. (He is shivering heavily as the snow falls around him.) The Centre Sim Lab (Broots is leaning over a map on a table. Sydney enters. He is holding the rosary in his right hand.) Broots: Any news on Miss Parker? Sydney: Nothing. But her father should be there about now. He was flying back in as soon as he heard what happened. And, I found something. (He places a file in front of Broots.) Broots: What? (Sydney opens the file. There is a picture of Faith and some paperwork.) Sydney: Very deep in the Centre Archive. Faith. Broots: Faith. Who is she? Sydney: A young girl who was here a long time ago. The record’s incomplete. Somebody went to a lot of trouble to hide the truth. Any luck with Jarod? Broots: Oh yeah. Using a map of Yellowstone, flight charts and satellite weather imaging from the last time you spoke with Jarod I figured he went down somewhere right in here. (He indicates a spot on the map.) Sydney: That would take days to search. Broots: Well maybe not. I contacted the Montana Air Patrol and they received a distress call from someone in this area but lost it before they could establish an exact location. Sydney: Jarod? Broots: Well, it has to be. Using an emergency radio. I correlated my data along with the location of the Air Patrol’s receiving station. You see, I figure he’s got to be right here along this three mile bank of river. Sydney: Contact Montana Air Patrol immediately. (Broots turns and hurriedly walks away. Sydney twirls the rosary onto the map, forming a circle around the place where Broot’s suspects that Jarod went down.) I just hope we’re not too late. Hospital (A nurse takes Miss Parker’s pulse. She turns to Mr Parker who is sitting, head bowed, beside the bed.) Nurse: Her vitals are stable. All we can do now is wait. Miss Parker: Thank you nurse. Parker: Faith. Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Flashback The Centre Sim Lab (Miss Parker and Young Jarod are sitting outside the round ventilation grills near the bottom of the stairs. Young Angelo sits on the other side of one of the grills. Miss Parker is crying. Young Jarod looks on with concern.) Young Jarod: Are you going to be alright? Miss Parker: I think so. Where did she go? Young Jarod: I don’t know. At least she didn’t die alone. Miss Parker: I wonder if we’ll ever see her again. Young Angelo: Have faith. Young Jarod: She said she’d always be watching over us. Miss Parker: I miss her and I don’t even know who she was. (Jarod takes her in his arms in an attempt to console her.) Hospital (Miss Parker is crying when she regains consciousness.) Parker: Faith. Oh Daddy. Mr Parker: I’m so glad you’re back. Parker: Daddy? Mr Parker: Yes Angel? Parker: Who’s Faith? Mr Parker: Faith was your sister. Crash Site (It is morning. Jarod is wrapped in the thermal blanket, partly covered in snow, shivering, but sitting upright against the fallen tree branch.) Flashback The Centre Containment Area (Jarod hides behind the equipment. He can see the shadows of two men inside the Containment area.) Mr Parker: What an awful way to die. Raines: Mr Parker. The cleaner’s will be here soon to dispose of the body. Mr Parker: God’s sake Raines, don’t you have any compassion. Find the priest who did Catherine’s funeral, Father Moore. I want him to make the arrangements. Raines: Father Moore. I never trusted him. We don’t know what all Catherine may have told him over the years. Mr Parker: I don’t think you understand me. Catherine’s wishes will be carried out. The body is to go to Father Moore. End of discussion. (Raines leaves. Mr Parker kneels down beside the bed.) Good Lord. Nobody should ever die alone. Crash Site (The savage growling of the wolf wakes Jarod. He pulls back the blanket, picks up a rock and throws it at the dog.) Jarod: You can’t have me yet. (The rock does not discourage the dog. However, the sound of an approaching helicopter does. Jarod waves his uninjured arm in the air.) Over here. Pilot: He’s alive! Co Pilot: I’ll be damned. Hospital Parker: Daddy why didn’t you tell me about Faith? Mr Parker: I didn’t tell you about Faith at first because I knew she was dying. After your mother, I couldn’t tell you. We’d both had enough. Parker: (She pulls the oxygen tube from her nose and pulls it over her head.) She was my sister? Mr Parker: Her parents were killed. She became a ward of the State. Then she was diagnosed with Leukemia. The doctors said that there was, ah, nothing to be done. The State put her in a convalescent home to die. Parker: How did she end up at The Centre? Mr Parker: Well your ah, mother’s priest, Father Moore told her about the girl. They went to see her. Your mother said that might have been you in the nursing home. She had to do something otherwise she couldn’t live with herself. Parker: So the two of you adopted her. Mr Parker: Well with Father Moore’s help, we brought her to the Centre where Catherine could be with her. We doctored her with an experimental drug the Centre was developing. Future treatment proved successful because of what we had learned from Faith. She died shortly after Catherine. (The door opens and the nurse enters.) Nurse: Miss Parker. There are some people who would like to see you. (Broots and Sydney enter.) Broots: Miss Parker. Hi! Mr Parker. Sydney: The Nurse called to let us know that you had regained consciousness and I thought you’d want this. (He places the rosary in her hand.) Parker: (She stifles a sob.) Thank you both. Sydney: Broots. (He indicates the door with a nod of his head.) Broots: I guess we’ll see you later. (They leave. Outside in the corridor, Sydney’s cellular phone beeps.) Sydney: Yes. (He listens briefly.) Thank you. (He disconnects.) Broots: Jarod? Sydney: They found him, alive. (They both laugh in relief. Broots turns and looks at Miss Parker through the window.) Hospital (A different one.) (Jarod is lying on a bed, his left arm in a sling, his hand connected to a drip. He stirs as he feels a presence in the room. It is an older man in a priest’s frock, a white collar at his throat. He is pushing a wheelchair.) Father Moore: Jarod it’s nice to finally meet you in the flesh. I’m Father Moore. Jarod: How did you find me? Father Moore: Well I was concerned when you didn’t arrive at Bute. You seemed so anxious to meet the last time we spoke. Our mutual friend at the Centre told me what happened and where I could find you. (Jarod partially sits up and looks around nervously.) Jarod: The Centre? Father Moore: No no. Relax. The Centre has no idea where you are or where we’re going. Jarod: Thank you for helping me. Father Moore: Catherine Parker would have wanted it that way. (Jarod smiles and nods.) Miss Parker’s Residence (Miss Parker is sitting in an armchair, a blanket over her legs. She is holding the rosary in one hand and the phone in the other.) Parker: I’d forgotten how beautiful it is. How did you get it? (Jarod is sitting in a window seat that has a view up to the mountains. He is holding a cup in one hand and the phone in the other.) Jarod: An old friend of your mother’s. Parker: Father Moore. Jarod: He found the Rosary clutched in Faith’s hand. He knew how much it meant to your mother so he wanted me to give it to you. Parker: Thank you Jarod. Do you ever think about her? Jarod: I think about her all the time. It’s ironic too. Parker: What is? Jarod: All those years ago, we went searching for death and we found someone who saved our lives. Parker: I’m sure she was in that room with me Jarod: And I’m sure she was with me up on that mountain with me. Parker: She said she would always be watching over me. Jarod: She was. Parker: Are we crazy? Jarod: I don’t know exactly what happened. But I do know that I’m sure of one thing. Parker: What? Jarod: Love transcends death. That the people we love touch our lives even after they’re gone. (He disconnects.) Cemetery (Miss Parker and Mr Parker are standing at the grave marker of Faith Parker. Miss Parker places the rosary on it. She leans in to Mr Parker and he kisses her tenderly on the forehead.) On the Mountain (Faith laughs and skips before disappearing into the shrubbery.) CLOSING CREDITS
