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His name is Jarod.

Just exactly what
the hell is he?

Jarod is a Pretender...

a genius who can literally
become anyone he wants to be.

And the Centre
wants him back.

They should've stuck with the
computers to do the simulations.

Computers don't run away.

A computer cannot also read a book
on heart surgery in the morning...

then perform a flawless
bypass in the afternoon.

Jarod can.

He can do anything.

The Centre team chasing him,
are they up to par?

The team has three members.

First is Ms. Parker, who grew up at
the Centre where her father is in charge.

She has been tied to Jarod
since they were children.

Besides Jarod, her only other pursuit
is the truth about her mother's death.

Does she know
she was murdered?

I mean, if she was to find out the real
truth about Catherine Parker, then-

It would be... tragic.

Next is Sydney.

Part psychiatrist, part
father figure, part teacher.

He raised Jarod from a child,
molded his gifts.

Emotionally, Jarod is
tied to him in a primal way.

If Sydney disappeared,
so would Jarod.

Next is Broots. He is a technical genius
who has kept us only one step behind Jarod.

No small task.

What about our people?

Mr. Parker is still in
control of the Centre.

And what about Mr. Raines?

Our latest report
on Mr. Raines is, he is dead.

- And Lyle?
-The thumbless Mr. Lyle remains loyal.

So where does
all this leave us?

Our observation team tracked
Miss Parker and Jarod...

to the Underground in D. C.
where their half brother, Ethan...

planted a bomb on
a subway train.

What happened post-blast
is anyone's guess.

But make no mistake.

IfJarod is still alive,
we will get him back.

Are there any more questions?

Just one.

Is it true thatJarod
was stolen as a child?

# Kri kra toad's foot ##

I finished my building.

I'm finished!

This one's been with us
for only 36 hours...

and he's already demonstrating
more talent than any of our others.

Hey, I'm finished.

Hi, Jarod. I'm Sydney. I'll be
taking care of you for a while.

Why?
Where's my mom and dad?

There are Pretenders
among us.

Geniuses with the ability to
become anyone they want to be.

In the 1960s, a corporation
known as the Centre

isolated a young
Pretender named Jarod...

and exploited his genius
for their research.

Then one day,
their Pretender ran away.

There's a bomb on board, Ms. Parker. We've
got 15 seconds to get off this train!

Come on, Ethan.

Wejump.! Now.!

Perfect.

Here! I'm over here!

Mom.

Give me your hand.

I don't understand.

Ask your father.

He knows all the secrets.

- Miss Parker, are you okay?
- I'm fine. Are we done here?

No neurological damage, and the
psychological trauma of the explosion...

certainly can account
for the erratic behavior.

Who says I've been acting erratic?

Oh, come on. Let's face it. You were found
outside a manhole cover on street level.

-You're lucky to be alive.
-It wasn't luck. I was saved.

- Saved?
-you didn't tell him about the dream?

It's not a dream.

It's like I'm reliving
a moment in time...

separate from anything
I've ever done or said.

But... I can see it,
taste it and feel it.

It's after the explosion.
I'm trapped.

This support beam is about to do
a guillotine number on me when...

she comes out of the smoke
and saves me.

- Who saves you?
- My mother.

Hit me with your
best shot, Freud.

Dreams, like any
psychological phenomenon...

are really a reflection
of your soul.

It's not a dream.

The person who saved me
was my mother.

-She told me my father knew all
the secrets. -What secrets?

Don't know.

But I plan to find out.

Hmm.

Doesn't make sense. Her mother's
been dead since she was a little girl.

How could she save her?

She couldn't.

But whoever did
I hope saved Jarod as well.

No!

128 channels,
there's nothing on TV?

Welcome back to the living,
brother. How do you feel?

Like I jumped from a train.
What are you doing?

Oh, uh, I was just, uh-
I was just looking at the D. S. A.

- Quite a life I had, huh? - Yeah. The
Centre pretty much recorded all of it.

Why did they do those
experiments on you?

Not experiments-simulations.

Because you're a Pretender.
You can become anyone you wanna be-

doctor, lawyer,
even an astronaut if you want.

Yes.
But I don't know who I am.

It's your mother.

Since I've escaped the Centre,
I've been searching for her...

for any information about
the life I never had.

You know, it seems like Ms. Parker's
always watching you and following you.

Your half sister. She's quite
a consistent, I'll give her that.

-She wants you back, you know.
-Some things never change.

It's been four days since the
explosion in the D. C. Underground.

And amazingly, there have
been no reports of fatalities.

-The damage was millions of dollars.
-I hope she made it.

-The subway hub has been
completely rerouted. - She did.

-Was there something on the news?
-No. The voices.

Your inner-sense,
the voices that speak to you.

-They told me that she was safe.
-Then we won't be.

The Centre will come for us.
They always do.

Breaking news now
from N. S. A. headquarters.

A masked terrorist posing as a
Russian pilot has killed a diplomat...

on the tarmac
of National Airport...

then shot a second victim, who
we've been told is an N. S. A. agent...

identified as Edward Ballinger.

Ballinger, who remains
comatose at County Hospital...

was attempting to stop the assassination
of the diplomat when he was wounded.

- Eddie.
- You know him?

Yes.

Uh, I did.

He was a Pretender too.

Towards the end of my
captivity, I found out

that there were others
in the Pretender program.

They kept us separated
for the most part.

But then I- I found Eddie, uh...

and we did something-

something special.

We escape tonight.

Daddy?

Daddy, are you here?

Hello?
I don't think anybody's here.

- Huh.
- Hello.!

Unless he's eating beef and merlot
for breakfast, he was here last night.

Something tells me he wasn't
watching an old Western movie.

What do you want?

Your father was watching
a D. S. A. of you and Mr. Raines?

It's the last time I
saw Mr. Raines alive.

Before she died, my mother said
something about her unfinished work...

about her plan.

-What did she mean by that?-It's about
what everything's about, Ms. Parker.

It's about the
Centre-all the lies.

Just remember, whatever answers
your mother may have left behind...

there is still one person alive
who does know the whole truth.

Who?

Daddy.

It's not right for my little girl
to have blood like that on her hands.

Miss Parker, I'm getting a
pretty weird feeling about this.

Everything about
my family is weird...

including the last time
I saw my father...

just after he murdered Raines.

Last time I saw father, he'd sculpted the
shrubs into SnowWhite and the 7 dwarfs.

I guess everyone's family
is weird in their own way.

Daddy's bed hasn't been slept
in, and I think I know why.

Something must have spooked him, and
while he was on the phone, he was attacked.

-Yeah, but who was he calling?
-Let's find out.

This is Lyle.
Hello?

Hello? Hello?

Dim sum and then some.
You two look good enough to eat.

Hate to mess with your lunch
plans, but we need to talk.

Is this one of those talks I get
to participate in or just listen to?

-Where's our father?
-I haven't seen him in days.

-Not even a phone call?
-No messages. Is there a problem?

Yeah, he's not at home, and it
appears he may have left under duress.

Well, I'm not calling up
the cavalry on possibilities.

Like the possibility that in your present
state you misinterpreted what you saw.

-And what state would that be?
-We've all heard about your imagination...

running wild since the big bang.

I- I- I didn't say anything.

Speaking of which,
word from the Sweeper team...

is thatJarod and Ethan both
survived the explosion.

So I want the pursuit ofJarod
back in full motion.

- Have you heard anything?
- No.

Not even any voices from within?

Why don't you shove your nine
fingers where the sun don't shine?

love to, but that would still
leave me one to get tanned.

Oh, you-you got a new thumb?

Actually, it's
a pre-owned model.

But I got a great deal on it, considering
Mr. Raines wasn't using it anymore.

You harvested
Mr. Raines thumb?

Waste not, want not.

Don't worry about Dad.
He'll turn up. He always does.

-Ladies.
-can't trust a man with a stolen thumb.

Check Frankenstein's
phone records.

Find out if he's had
any more contact with my father.

-What the hell's it mean?
-It's Ballinger's investigation notes.

It looks like it's written backwards.
I can't make heads or tails of it.

It says he feared the assassin
would kill the Russian diplomat.

Looks like he was right.

It's written in Apache.

You can read Apache?

Come on. Apache.

It was a code that the Americans
used during World War II.

This is the N. S. A.,isn't it?

-You have business with Agent Ballinger?
-You know him?

-He's my partner.
-Ah, Agent Zane. Thank you.

Agent Jarod Morse,
your new partner.

I was sent by the agency
to uncover and stop

the terrorist who
attempted to kill Ballinger.

Top of your class at the
academy. Doctorate with honors...

in antiterrorist tactics
from Harvard, no less.

Huh. And yet
I've never heard of you.

Well, I've heard of you. Agent Andrea Zane,
middle of her class at the academy...

and a five and a half year criminology
graduate at Crawford College.

-I do my homework.
-That was my problem. I rarely did.

So what do we know
about the assassin?

Not enough, that's
for sure.

-I NFOSEC has code-named him the Chameleon.
-Why Chameleon?

'Cause our bad boy's a genius
who can become anybody he wants to be.

So what do you hear when you see all of the
things Jarod worked on before he escaped?

The red notebooks, detailing
the victimized people...

our twisted
Robin Hood has helped...

the items of self-discovery that he's
left behind since we've been chasing him-

What do you hear?

I hear the child desperately
looking for his mother.

The man in a child's body,
making these incredible discoveries.

And sometimes, I just hear...

a simple soul
wondering who he really is.

And I hear my own voice,
echoing with guilt...

because I contributed
to the theft ofJarod's life.

I guess we can
all hear that.

But not everyone
can hear like you.

Mine are mostly memories...

things everyone experiences.

Yours, like your mother's
before you...

are the planes
of sensory perception.

The gift of the inner-sense.

When your mother rescues you
in your vision...

that is what she's
trying to tell you-

to focus on your inner-sense.

You sound unnaturally
sure of yourself.

Aye!
And that's what scares me so.

Tell me, Miss Parker...

in your vision, when
your mother reaches out...

the glint of light from her
tear-shaped diamond ring...

flashes in front of your eyes,
does it not?

I didn't tell you
about the ring.

But your mother did.

When she was your age...

she had that exact same vision,
and she came to see me...

to ask for my help in
developing her inner-sense...

to find out what it meant.

Will you do the same for me?

-I was afraid you would ask.
-Why?

Shortly after I helped
Catherine Parker...

she was gone.

We don't know how or why
he's doing what he's doing...

but the Chameleon is an assassin
who's been unmasking...

and then killing the N. S. A.'s
deepest undercover spies.

- Is there any clue who he is?
- Not a one.

The guy slides into a different
skin everywhere he goes.

His last four personas were as
an Arab sheikh, a Bosnian general...

an I. R. A. militia fighter, and the
latest, of course, the Russian pilot.

But he never so much as
leaves a fingerprint behind.

This guy loves to play, and right now
we're in a major game of tag.

- Tag?
- You're it.

Catch me if you can? You know,
the kids' school yard game?

Um, they didn't play that
where I went to school.

Those are the four victims so far.

Agent Ballinger was convinced
that the Chameleon was planning...

two major assassinations
on our soil...

that, in Chameleon's words, would affect
"someone important to your world. "

The first was
the Russian diplomat.

The second is anybody's guess.

-Is this Eddie's family?
-Eddie has everything a person could want.

One day I'm gonna
find my parents.

One day I'm gonna have
a family of my own.

So will you.

You got a family, Jarod?

Hmm?

A family. You got one?

Trying to put one back together.

We've got a location
on the Chameleon.

Third floor, center apartment.

-Assume he's armed and dangerous.
-Full frontal assault.

Hold your fire.

- He's deflated.
- We've been had.

Eddie certainly was right about
this guy bein'a wing nut.

Clever... and dangerous.

This guy's crazier than
we thought. It's really creepy.

Have C. S. I. scour
this laugh factory.

- Find somethin'?
- Oh, nothin'.

Well, keep lookin'.

There's gotta be some here that give us
a clue to the Chameleon's real identity.

You have to relax, Parker.

Just close your eyes...

and breathe slowly.

In and out.

Let the breath oflife
nurture your soul.

Nothing else matters.

Let yourself open
up completely...

andjust listen.

Can you hear the voices?

It's more like static.

All I hear is "T. T."

"T. T."

"T. T."

"T. T."

"T. T."

What does this mean?

My face has been digitally attached to
the bodies of these various photos.

-Why?
-Someone is playing with my head.

And when someone plays with my head,
it usually comes from one place.

You have a
video phone call.

Jarod! You're alive.

Because of that fact, I get to enjoy
another day being chased by the Centre.

I've gotta hand it to you though. Pinup
posters as bait was truly inspired.

Inspired? We weren't even sure you
had survived until this very moment.

Well, someone in Centre wonderland
has manipulated an I. D. photo...

I made for an arson investigator
pretend that I did several years ago.

Let me check the archive. I assure you,
none of us have misused your image.

Somebody did.
I need to find out who.

I'll see what
I can do, Jarod.

- Double "T."
- What did you say?

Double "T."
The voices.

Her voice, uh,
it keeps saying double "T."

T. T. I heard it too.

- Miss Parker.
- Ethan.

- I'm glad you're alive.
- I'm glad you're alive too.

Don't you know that
nobody dies at the Centre?

My mother-

Our mother,
Catherine, did.

And somehow the answers
are tied to double "T."

Is double "T" a project,
a- a case file...

or does it have something
to do with me?

- Not to my knowledge.
- Well, find out.

And I want the truth.

- So do I.
- I'm on it.

-Why didn't you tell him about the
Chameleon? -It was need-to-know.

They don't.

Here's my final recommendation
on the airline simulation.

You seem angry.

I stole D. S. A.'s.
I want my simulations.

The Centre takes my findings
and twists them...

sells them to
the highest bidder.

Instead of using them to prevent tragedies,
they teach people to cause them.

-No, they couldn't.
-They do.

They're never going to
make me do another one.

I'm going to escape, Eddie.

And when I do, I'll
come back and get you.

C. S. I. went through everything, from
the oxygen in the inflatable clown...

to the water in the Super Soaker, and
couldn't find so much as a suspicious fiber.

that would give us a clue
as to who the Chameleon is.

-Agent Morse.
-You got the photos I left for you?

Who are you?

I am you, and you are me.

We are one
and the same.

Lighten up, man. It's a joke. You know,
the nonsensical words of a disturbed man.

Any real N. S. A. agent
would expect to hear from me.

That's not what you'd expect,
is it, Jarod?

How do you know my name?

I guess that would
be strange, hmm?

You must be so accustomed
to being the only

one in the room who
knows who you really are.

It's quite a rush, isn't it?

To sit in their midst, and they have
no idea how superior we are to them.

So easy to look down upon.
So easy to manipulate.

They so want to believe
in who we pretend to be.

Well, this time you've
been unmasked.

And I'm the unknown man.

I'll find out who you are.

As a matter of fact,
I'm looking at your file now.

What a coincidence. I just happen
to be reading one of yours.

And it tells me, Jarod, that you
have a flaw in your character...

that makes you want
to help people.

I do hope this won't make
you an unworthy adversary.

Eddie was right.
This is a game for you.

A game that poor Eddie lost.

Well, I hate to break it to you,
but Agent Ballinger is still alive.

Game's not over. And I never
make the same mistake twice.

He's awake now, you know.

Agent Ballinger just woke up.

Ballinger.

Oh-Oh. I give up.
Don't shoot.

We thought you
were in trouble.

- Jarod?
- Uh, Agent... Morse.

-My God.
-I must've missed the briefing.

Uh, Agent Morse and
I are old friends.

From the academy
training center?

Uh, yes. From the Centre.

-You never mentioned that to me.
-No, I-I-I didn't.

Well, I'll give you boys
a chance to catch up.

It is so good to see you.

What are you doing out of bed?
Go back to bed.

I just got a minor cranial
abrasion. I'll be fine.

Man, you're as stubborn now as
you were at the Centre. Sit down.

Yeah, you have no idea.
Oh, it's yours.

I'm a much better pickpocket
now than I ever was a doctor.

-What are you doing? -A lot of
strange things happened to me lately.

-I'm not quite sure who to trust.
-Eddie, it's me. It's Jarod.

-Splitting up is our only chance.
-Yes, I know.

Let's go find
those families.

Good luck.

I'm sorry. I'm just-

I never knew if I would
ever see you again.

I guess in my heart
I always knew I would.

Hey, sit down.

I've been one step ahead of
the Centre since we escaped.

I guess I'm lucky. Either they haven't
found me, or they haven't looking.

-You find your family?
-Some.

I'm still searching
for my mother.

You'll find her, Jarod. Find 'em all,
'cause family are the thing that matters.

Well, I can see that.

-I thought maybe you'd like to
have them close. -Thanks.

Well, if you've seen my desk...

and wearing that badge, I'll assume
you're chasing after the Chameleon too.

Yes.
Do you know who he is?

I don't know.

Jarod, before we escaped
from the Centre that night...

I'd been running a simulation that you

didn't know anything
about called Starpoints.

It was designed to
create covert identities

for the N. S. A.'s top
five undercover agents.

A few months ago, those very
agents started being killed.

Now, the Chameleon
beat me to number four...

but he won't beat me
to number five.

The Chameleon obviously
knows about my sim.

And for some reason, at the
very moment that he shot me...

I got a... strange feeling
that he knew me as well.

I feel like he knows me too.

Eddie, do the initials "T. T."
mean anything to you?

Double "T"? Well, it couldn't
be him, could it?

Him?

Eddie?

Jarod.

Did you see him?
Did you see the Chameleon?

Jarod.

It was... a dead man.

A dead man?
Eddie. Eddie.

Roger. F. A. A. checking trace
on helicopter serial number.

You said the voices you heard
kept saying double "T."

I believe that "T. T." is a man
with ties to the Centre.

I need to know who that man is.

I'll do my best.

T. T.

Tommy.

Mom?

Give me your hand.

I don't understand.

Ask your father.

He knows all the secrets.

Miss Parker!

- You okay, Broots?
- Yeah.

I have more empathy for roadkill
than I did a second ago.

- But, yeah, I'm fine.
- Double "T."

Oh, well, I started with
Centre personnel files...

and found a dozen names
with the initials T. T.

Out of those, I found one
with a familiar Centre history.

Dr. Tommy Thompson. He was a Centre
research psychiatristjust like Sydney.

And he was transferred to Cairo
less than a week afterJarod escaped.

You don't think that's
a coincidence, do you?

Coincidence ain't in the
Centre dictionary. Get in.

They're gonna kill me, Jarod.
The Centre is going to kill me.

-What are you talking about?
-The Centre's terminating my program.

They're gonna kill me.

You have a family
out there, Eddie.

So do I.
You're coming with me.

You designed your escape plan
for one person only.

Well, I'll make
it work for two.

I'm not going to let
anything happen to you.

Eddie was a lucky guy.

He seemed to have had it all.

-Did you know him well?
-He was caring and had a good heart.

-But?
-I had the feeling he was hidin' somethin'.

Like he was lookin'
over his shoulder.

He seemed to feel
so alone somehow.

Well, even people
that seem to have it all...

have their demons.

That feeling I got from Eddie...

I get the same from you.

I may not know Apache,
but I know electronics.

It's a wireless tap.

Record is linked to my laptop.

If the Chameleon calls again,
we've got him.

- Good thinking.
- By the way...

any idea why the Chameleon
got in touch with you?

Any luck, this
is the next time.

Are you gonna answer that?

-Agent Morse.
-Congratulations on your inheritance.

- Inheritance?
- The case. The case.

Eddie's little
investigation of yours truly.

By the way, the chopper pilot...

you'll find him in a field
near Meadow Springs.

Uh, send a coroner.

-What do you want?
-I want to see what happens...

when I kill someone
important to your world.

If this is a game, at least
fill me in on your rules.

Ah, if I told all of our secrets
to the other agents listening in...

it wouldn't be much of
a game, now, would it, Jarod?

Have a nice day.

We've got the trace. It's a marine
line from a boat in Delaware.

Someplace called Blue Cove.

Sorry, Parker. What I remember
of Dr. Tommy Thompson...

is that he was recruited
to the Centre by Mr. Raines.

Come on, Syd. There must
be something else.

It's been a long time, but I seem to
remember your father actively disliked him.

Disliked him? Why?

I never knew.

Maybe my inner-sense
is telling me...

that Dr. Thompson
wants to hurt Daddy.

The question is,
where is he?

I can't tell you where Thompson is,
but he is not in- Cairo.

The facility has no record
of him ever working there.

- You sure, Broots?
- 100%.

But there is someone
trying to find him here.

Before I could get them, the Thompson
files were already accessed by-

Mr. Lyle.

True to form,
the Chameleon left it clean.

- No prints, hairs, nothin'.
- Great.

Jarod?

Jarod, are you okay?
You don't look so well.

Never been very comfortable
in this part of the world.

You're gonna wanna
take a look at this.

It's just through here.

Toys, Twinkies,
cookies, Pez.

Ask me, the Chameleon's
searchin' for a lost childhood.

Jarod?

Lost childhood or no, the Chameleon
is not without culture.

Wait a minute.

The guy watches opera,
but doesn't listen to it?

Uh, excuse me.
What's going on here?

N. S. A. official
investigation. You are?

-Mr. Lyle.
-What's your business here?

I'm, uh, with the company.
Happy to help any way I can.

Did you or anybody else happen
to see where this boat came from?

- Not to my knowledge. Fellas?
- No.

No, whatever got this boat here
is damn smart.

The waters are restricted.
Our security people enforce that.

What is it you guys do up here?

Research. We're, uh, like
a think tank. Guinea pigs.

-So you'll be wrapping up soon?
-It won't be much longer now.

Mr. Lyle, your thumb
is bleeding.

Oh, um, I guess, uh...

robbing body parts
isn't what it used to be.

Right.

You are correct, Jarod. Your
photo was cut from an old I. D.

There's something else I need to know.
A simulation called Starpoints.

It's about the identities
of undercover N. S. A. agents.

-Wasn't that Dr. Thompson's project?
-Dr. Tommy Thompson.

You're the second person
to bring up that name today.

Let me guess-
Miss Parker.

- Yes.
- I need names, Sydney.

Answers about that simulation.
Lives depend on it.

Mind if I thumb a ride?

Not now, Sis.

Did you know that whenever
you call me "Sis"...

someone either dies
or disappears?

It's late. And so am I.

Big rendezvous with T. T.? You probably
know him as Dr. Tommy Thompson.

- Stay out of it.
- Love to. Can't.

So, what in the hell
are you hiding?

What in the hell
are you smoking?

Why is it that every time your
planets don't quite line up...

you go right to the conspiracy
card and come after me?

You want donkey spit,
you find an ass.

-Sell me a vowel, Parker.
-No, I'll give you the whole puzzle.

Your buddy, Dr. Thompson,
is somehow tied to our mother.

Your inner-sense voice
tell you that?

Be careful, Sis. Don't go
believing everything you hear.

It's Daddy, isn't it?

If I find out anything has happened
to our father and you knew about it...

there won't be enough spare body parts

in Blue Cove to piece
your ass back together.

This is Lyle.
Cut off his anesthesia.

I'm coming down to see him now,
and I need him alert.

Let's see where the rat scurries.

You think your father's in there?

Based on what we've seen down
here before, I sure hope not.

- Raines.
- I thought he was dead.

Not anymore.

I want it back.

And I want answers.

And if you won't give 'em to me,
I'll spread the rest of you around...

like a download from Napster.

It's like a big riddle, Jarod. All
these things seem to be tied together.

Maybe the photos
are just about your face...

but maybe the message
is in all this other stuff.

That would be too obvious,
and the Chameleon knows it.

He said this was a game...

and he wanted me to
dig for answers.

Look at that. His hand is forming the
sign language for the letter"G."

"H."

"O."

G- H-O-What?

S- T.

The Chameleon is trying
to tell me he's a ghost.

It was like something
right out of Scooby-Doo.

Here's monster Mr. Raines
chained down in some weird cellar...

and Master Lyle comes
to pay him a visit.

I can't believe
Raines is alive.

But for how long? Lyle wasn't exactly
tucking him in with a good-night mint.

It is quite possible that Raines is our

final link to your mother
and to Dr. Thompson.

-Which is why we need him alive.
-Let me know the second...

Lyle so much as peeks out
from under his rock.

Hey.!

You never did tell me why
the Chameleon said"our secrets"

You said it yourself-
He's toying with us.

Saying things like "our secrets" divides
us, makes us question our loyalties.

-Obviously, it's working.
-Jarod, this was left at reception for you.

Gonna open it?

My notebook.

I left it in a taxi.

Thoughtful guys, those cabbies.

Are you good at keepin' secrets,
Agent Tracer?

Federal government
seems to think so.

I want everything
you can dig up on Jarod Morse.

My eyes only.

Why are you crying, Mom?

I like your crow, Jarod.

Oh, it's not a crow. It's Onisius,
the Greek god of retribution.

Well, that's not what he told me.

- Who?
- Him.

Alex.

Lyle.

I just e-mailed you the address
Raines gave me. Did you get it?

Good.

You want what?

The emphysema freak's a harmless
puddle in a wheelchair now. You-

Okay. Uh, yes, sir. Yeah.

Okay. Consider Raines
a dead man.

Miss Parker.
Miss Parker, it's me.

All filled up and
nowhere to go?

Leave me alone. I'm in
enough pain without you.

Listen up, Dr. Moreau.

A bird has whispered into my ear
that hunting season just opened..

and you're the prize kill.

Now that gives you
exactly two choices-

Either you answer my questions...

and I consider saving
your pathetic carcass...

or I leave you here to
have your parts picked

clean like a beat-up
Buick in a chop shop.

What's it gonna be, sport?

I'm listening.

I wanna know about
Dr. Tommy Thompson.

I knew him.
He worked here.

If I tell you any more than that,
I might have to talk about your mother.

Talk.

After I'm safely out of here.

Miss Parker, someone's coming.

You were saying
about my mother?

It was Catherine who insisted
I hire Dr. Thompson.

-Was he her lover?
-I don't know. They had a history together.

Being lovers would explain why
my father never liked Dr. Thompson.

Your father didn't like Thompson
because he blamed him for Jarod's escape.

Tommy Thompson never had
anything to do with Jarod.

Why would Mr. Parker blame him
forJarod's escape?

I can't believe
you didn't know.

Didn't know?

Jarod didn't escape alone.

Three of us escaped that night-

me, Eddie and a third
Pretender named Alex.

And you think that this
Alex is the Chameleon?

A ghost is the Chameleon.

Sweeper 211, prepare
for nightly lockdown.

Lockdown complete.

Oh. Ah.

Come on. Come on.

Sweeper 211, report in.

Sweeper 211, report in.

What'd you give him?

A natural sedative that I derived
from the dust and mold in my room.

-Jarod, they'll see us.
-They already have. Come on.

Why weren't we told
about the other escapees?

The cover-up directive
came from high up.

- The Tower?
- My father?

- Triumvirate?
- I don't know.

I do know this.

The cover-up, it was all
about the Pretender named Alex.

Good luck, Jarod.

Alex, they said they
transferred you out of here.

They're liars.

I've never begged before.

I don't know if
three of us can make it...

but we're going to try.

- They escaped.!
- One more to go!

Jarod!

Jarod.!

- Alex, help!
- Come on!

- Are you okay?
- Thank God you made it.

Yes. Come on.

Ooh!

It's sealed!

- Jarod.
- Vapor release valves.

They know we're here.
Cover your faces!

Alex! No!

Hang on! I've got you!

No. Don't let
me fall, Jarod.

H- Hang on. Don't let me fall!

Don't let me fall!

No!

- I couldn't save him.
- Alex died?

-Or so I thought.
-Eddie, the other Pretender, got away.

- Eddie?
- A subpar Pretender.

Once we realized thatJarod was
the only Pretender of value...

the search for Eddie stopped.

-What about Alex?
-He was found in the Rehydration Core...

nursed back to health
and shipped out.

-Where?
-I never heard anything more about it.

- It's not fair.
- About Alex?

I can only imagine what the last
five years have done to him.

If this other Pretender, Alex,
is somehow tied to Dr. Thompson..

then maybe their paths
lead to my father.

What do you want?

I want everything.

Why, Mr. Parker,
you look mad enough to kill me.

But you can't.
I'm already dead.

Tell me you found
Tommy Thompson.

No, but I finally cracked
Mr. Lyle's phone archive.

That's the call he
received from your father.

Lyle, listen to me. Your
madman is inside my house.

Now, damn it,
do something!

Hey.! Hey, you.!
G-Get away from me.!

Dad? Dad,
are y-you okay?

Dad.!

- That's where it ends.
- No, Scooby-Doo.

That's where it begins.

- I'm good.
- All right, Mr. Lyle.

Boo.

God!
You scared the-

It's called crap, Lyle.

And as full of it as you are,
I'm sure you have some to spare.

Looking for something?
Or should I say someone?

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about the alive-and-
kicking, emphysema-ridden ghoul...

you're harvesting
for body parts.

-Then you know Raines is alive.
-I know a little about a lot-

Raines, Tommy Thompson
and your madman, Alex.

What I don't know is why.

It's simple- survival.

Alex kidnapped our father...

and he's made it clear he'll kill him
if I don't carry out his every wish.

-Why wasn't I told? -When it
comes to psychos, Alex is the real deal.

The more I contained this, the better
I thought Dad's chances would be.

-Like hell.
-Lyle, listen to me. Your madman is-

Daddy called him
"your madman. "

Now, you tell me why, or I'm
returning this to Mr. Raines.

God, you're a crazy bitch.

You don't know the half of it.

All right, all right.!

After the escape,
I took Alex to Africa.

The Triumvirate
assigned him to me.

It was an impossible task-I tried to
mold him, but this guy, he's way too evil..

way too whacked
to be pliable.

Sounds like you two
are birds of a feather.

Jeffrey Dahmer would be
afraid to flock with this guy.

No matter what I did
to control him, he fought it.

He started reporting
directly to the Triumvirate...

gleefully carrying out their dirty work.

Whatever it is he's doing for them now,
he seems to have added another wrinkle.

"Wrinkle"?

Payback of some kind.

He's hell-bent on revenge
on anyone from his Centre past.

Like killing our father.

Which he may
have already done.

No.

Daddy's still alive.

But Alex will kill him.

- You found my father.
- No. Tommy Thompson.

I cracked the encryption
on Double-T's file...

and found that Dr.
Thompson's transfer to Cairo

was a cover-up for
where he was really sent.

-Which was?
-Where the Centre sends people..

when they want their
gray matter Martinized.

- The Renewal Wing.
- Exactly.

They sent Thompson there
for reeducation.

- Let's go.
- Uh, no.

- He's not there anymore.
- Where is he?

Good news, bad news.

The good news is, after he was released
they set him up in Westbrook, Maryland.

- Bad news?
- The bad news is...

there are two addresses in
Westbrook where he might be.

Good news, bad news, Broots.
You take one, I'll take the other.

Miss Parker's in trouble.
I gotta help her.

I gotta help her.

Jarod.

- I found Tommy Thompson.
- Where?

Two addresses in Westbrook, Maryland.
I'm faxing them to you now.

-Jarod, I'm going.
-You're going where? To Thompson's?

No, to see Miss Parker,
my sister.

She's in trouble.
I have to warn her.

-To warn her about what?
-I can't explain it right now. Okay?

-I love you, brother. I have to go.
-Ethan-

Pick it up!

- I've lost audio.
- Can you still trace?

Uh, yeah.

Morse.

Four rings. I was starting to
think you were avoiding me, buddy.

I'm not your
buddy, Alex.

-Took you long enough to figure out it was
me, genius. -I thought you were dead.

A lifetime has passed since I died,
just like a lifetime has happened for you.

A big difference, though-

I've dedicated myself to
eradicating the insignificant...

and you've chosen
to help them-

the crippled, the abused,
the, uh, mentally challenged.

They all seem to have you as
their advocate now. Don't they, Jarod?

Like I said, it's
a flaw in your character.

It's almost as if you're trying to heal
thyself through your works of kindness.

You know nothing
about what I do.

Oh, you've left your mark.

Mysterious doctor
saves crippled boy.

Fireman saves estranged family.

Abused elders saved
by reclusive industrialist.

But to what end?

I mean, does it make you feel more
like a real person, Jarod? Is that it?

Listen, you do
yourself a favor.

Stop trying to be like them, like
a real person with a real past.

You and I aren't
and never will be.

What was robbed of us at the Centre does

not have to be the
arbiter of who we are now.

It doesn't?
Oh. Okay.

Then you tell me one thing
of any permanence in your life.

One thing that means anything.
And don't say family, please.

Those you have found, those you
haven't, have to hide from you...

in order to stay safe from the danger
that permeates your entire existence.

See, the Centre still has
that power over you, Jarod.

Me, I took that
power away.

-What are you talking about?
-Didn't you read the paper today?

It's in the top drawer of your desk. Sorry
I missed you on my route this morning.

See, by taking the lives of my own
family, I stole the Centre's power.

I forever released myself from emotional
bondage to the boys in Blue Cove.

- You're insane.
- No, Jarod.

I am free, and now they
can't hurt me anymore.

And that makes it my turn.

- Eddie was one of us.
- Eddie knew too much.

-And what about me? -I'm sowing
the seeds of your destruction now.

Got it.!

We've got the trace.
It's an address registered

to a T. Thompson in Westbrook, Maryland.

I know.

Perfect.

Dr. Thompson?

Tommy Thompson?

Mom?

What the hell is going on?

Oh, my God.

No!

Perfect.

Here! I'm over here!

Miss Parker. Miss Parker.!

-I'm sorry I couldn't get here sooner.
-I don't understand.

How could you be?

Here, give me your hand.

It was a premonition, not a dream.

Tommy Thompson's not here.

-Then he must be at the other address.
-Let's go!

What do you got?

A very dead Tommy Thompson.

Please! Please! Don't shoot!

-Oh, my gosh.
-You have the right to remain silent.

And I suggest you do.

Cuff him.

Where's Broots?

Bad news all around, I'm afraid.
Broots never got back or called.

And as for Raines, he was gone when
I got back here several hours ago.

Probably got one of his werewolves-in-
training to drag his butt out of here.

No doubt he's holed up
in the woods somewhere...

licking his wounds till
the next full moon rises.

Any luck finding Dr. Thompson?

No. We went to
the second Thompson address.

There were police cars there and
there was an ambulance pulling away.

-You don't think that Broots-
-Let's hope not, Syd.

You'll keep me posted
if you hear from him?

Besides claiming he had nothing to do with

the murder, this wimp
won't give us his name.

Give me 5 minutes with him, I'll give you
enough information to write his biography.

I'll stay, thanks.

So, you won't talk.
Is that it?

I don't know
what to say.

-Why don't we start with your name.
-It's Broots.

But I don't think
I should say anything else.

Why not? I mean, did we offend
you by bringing you here today?

We are sorry, but the fact that we found

you hiding at the scene
of a capital murder..

did give us probable cause.

Still won't talk. Well, I guess
something really must have you spooked.

Or should I say someone.

Okay, if you're so smart...

then why don't you tell us?

Hands like butter, with little calluses
on the end of each fingertip...

screams "computer geek. "

The dull, sunken, withdrawn look in
his eye says "Internet porn junkie. "

These clothes,
they say "unemployed. "

And that corpse-like
complexion says "recluse. "

This little indentation...

on your second finger, left hand, says
you just removed your wedding band.

Naughty boy.

If you can believe that somebody
actually goes to bed with this.

No, this loser here, he had
nothing to do with the murder.

He's right.
N- Not about the loser part.

-Shut up. How do you figure?
-Cough if I get off track, Mr. Broots.

Our married, unemployed Web-whacker
here was at the scene of the crime..

because he made a date with
a woman he met on the Internet.

Were you planning a little
afternoon rendezvous, Mr. Broots?

Let me guess.

Your Internet fantasy girl, she's tall,

slender, leggy, has a
penchant for leather...

has sharp claws and
an even sharper tongue?

Um, usually.

Fantasy Girl must've realized what a geek
you were and gave you the wrong address?

Not wanting to park the family Gremlin
in front of Chat Room Charlene's...

hitched a ride.

And when he gets there,
nobody's home.

But the door is open.

So you let yourself in,
you found the body...

you heard the
police pulling up...

and you hid in the closet.

And that, as they say,
is that.

Isn't it, Mr. Dot-com?

-Dead on.
-I'll check out his story.

In the meantime...

put him down in the hole.

The hole?

Why did you come for me?

Mother's voice told me to.

She told you to save me?

Just to go, even though
I had been there before, sorta.

-What do you mean?
-I've had this repeating vision.

I'm in a burning room...

and this woman emerges
from the smoke to save me.

She's wearing this ring...

and the reflection off
the ring is so bright...

that I've always thought of
it as like a beacon for her.

She's our mother.

Yes, I know that now...

because you look
just like her.

Tell me everything that you
can remember about her. Please.

The information on
that Broots character.

Guy checks outjust
like you said.

Spring him.

- Yes?
- I found it, Jarod.

I found the Starpoint sim.

I know there were five
undercover agents-

a Bosnian labor leader,
a Russian diplomat...

an Irish priest
and an Arab oil minister.

I need to know the name
of the fifth undercover agent.

It's a she.
An ambassador from Sweden.

A Hilga Ulfsoon.

Ulfsoon.
Thank you, Sydney.

Yes, I need the number for
the Swedish embassy please.

Thank you.

4:00.

The Chameleon is not without culture.

Zane, I got the results on thoose
fingerprint from the murder scene.

You're never gonna believe
whose print it is.

Jarod is our Chameleon?

Where is he?

That's it?
I just walk out of here?

- Jarod!
- No, you just run out of here.

It's Zane. I wanna blanket
-A. P. B. AgentJarod Morse.

I don't know why and I don't know
how, butJarod is our Chameleon.

Sounds like she was
an amazing woman.

She always was to me.

That's why it's so important
that I find out what she meant...

about my father
knowing all the secrets.

It may sound strange...

but I've always thought
that she was looking out for me...

like a guardian angel.

She has been.

- What?
- It's me, Angel.

-Daddy? I've been so worried. Where-
-Listen to me.

I need you to come to the Southshore
Shipyards, berth 20, at 5:00...

and I need you to come alone.

-I will, but-
-You're my last hope, Angel.

Daddy- Daddy?

I'm having a breakdown here.

-Shut up and let me think.
-You know what I think?

I need to check into a clinic.
Wouldn't that be a laugh?

What clinic would I
check into? I tell them

about my world, they'd
be convinced I was crazy.

- Where are we going?
- The opera.

The opera? I hate the opera.
There's no hot dogs, no popcorn.

-Shut up.
-I'm- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

When I'm nervous, I talk, and right now
I've got a lot to be nervous about.

First there's the explosion
in the D. C. Underground.

Then Ms. Parker seeing
visions. Then Mr. Raines

getting murdered and then unmurdered.

And then Lyle, who used to not
have a thumb, getting a thumb.

And Mr. Raines, who had a thumb,
losing his thumb to Mr. Lyle.

And then finding out that not only one
Pretender escaped from the Centre-No!

Three of them did!

Then trying to locate a live
psychiatrist, only to find a dead doc.

And being arrested by a guy
who's not really a federal agent.

And while we're at it, why don't we
just throw Mr. Parker into the mix.

What about Mr. Parker?

- Well, he was kidnapped.
- Kidnapped?

-by the guy, Alex-the other Pretender.
-I'm letting you off here.

- Get out!
- Why? Okay.

Get out!

I'm- I'm having
a breakdown here.

Dispatch, put me through
to an agent named Zane.

Shots fired
at the opera house.

Officer needs assistance.
Stay down!

The ambassador is
still alive, Alex!

Your little game of tag is over. Looks
like you're not going to win this time.

You have to know
what game you're playing...

before anyone
can win anything.

How the Centre could ever think I
was second to you amazes me to this day.

Sure, you can perfect
any simulation.

Once Mr. Altruism was
finished, who do you think

they brought in to
corrupt your findings? Huh?

What?

Who do you think made the planes
crash that you made so safe?

Who found and murdered the witnesses
you gave new identities to?

-Turned your vaccine into an epidemic?
-You bastard!

Tell me, Mr. Altruism...

where was your flaw in
character the night we escaped?

Eddie and I tried to save
you. You know that.

What I know is that while
you walked around free...

I was shipped off to the Triumvirate
and turned into their puppet.

They needed a backup Pretender
while they were out searching for you?

Well, I'm not
a backup anymore.

Starpoints was just a way for you to show
the Triumvirate how talented you were.

-And Eddie found out, didn't he?
-Eddie was a speed bump.

Jarod, you turned a routine
Triumvirate assignment...

into something
wonderfully personal to me.

Luring you was simple.

That flaw in your character
made it so easy.

Always risking your life for somebody
who's not important to your world.

The ambassador
is important to the world.

Not the world.
Your world.

The Swedish ambassador?
She's nothing to your world.

But Miss Parker is.

In fact, you have no idea how
important to your life she really is.

And after today,
you'll never know.

Alex? Alex. Alex! Alex.

Jarod, freeze!

Ma'am, this guy didn't shoot
the ambassador-he saved her life.

Andrea, I know you have questions
about me, and rightfully so.

But I can catch the Chameleon
if you just let me go, alone.

-No way. -You once told
me that Eddie had a big heart.

There was something about me
that reminded you ofhim.

I know you have questions,
but I don't think

you question that my heart
is in the right place.

Please. Trust me.

- Hello?
- Where's Miss Parker?

The Southside Shipyard.

Daddy.
Daddy, where are you?

Daddy.

What took you so long?

-Daddy, I've been trying.
-Untie me.

We gotta get out of here
before that sick bastard gets back.

Too late.

That sick bastard is already here.

So nice to finally meet
you, Miss Parker.

Damn it. There's gotta be
a way to get out of this.

Something that'll make you
happy, you psychopath.

Oh, I am happy, Mr. Parker. But there
is something I'd like to clarify.

I'm not a psychopath.

I'm a sociopath.
There's a difference.

You see, a psychopath is insane. He
can't distinguish between wrong and right.

A sociopath knows
the difference.

He just doesn't have
a conscience. You know?

So he doesn't care.

It was that conscience that
your people took away from me.

So now, blowing your brains out or
eating a Popsicle is all the same to me.

Why shoot him?

'Cause he's the one who thought
I was inferior toJarod...

the one who sent me
to the Triumvirate.

But I am not
second toJarod.

And if either of you
were to be alive to read

tomorrow's paper, you'd
see that point was proven.

- Can I ask you one thing?
- What's that?

For years I've been searching for
the secrets that only my father knows.

I came to ask him.

Well, that is ironic and
funny, isn't it, Pops?

Ironic?

-You're right about your father knowing
the secrets. -Then why funny?

He's not your father.

Alex.

Daddy!

Daddy.

It isn't supposed
to happen this way.

There's so much you need to know.

No!

There's nowhere left to go, Alex.

Well, there's one place.

Come back in.

What was done to you, what was
done to me, was inexcusable...

but it's not worth dying for.

-Let me help you.
-Why would you want to help me?

I have a flaw in my character.
Remember?

No, thanks.

It doesn't have
to end this way.

You don't know
what you're saying, Jarod.

I know that there is
always hope- always.!

There's no hope for
me or for you.

Do you have any idea what they
would do to me if they got me back?

Do you even know why
they want you back so much?

Why they've been chasing
you for five years?

You don't really think it's
about being a Pretender, do you?

What are you talking about?

You have no idea
who you really are.

You find your mom yet?

No.

Well, they're never
gonna let that happen.

Why not?

And they thought you
were the smart one.

No! Alex!

- I've got you.
- No, Jarod.

If you save me, you win.

But if I fall, only you lose.

No!

I don't understand.

Ask your father.

He knows all the secrets.

- What?
- It's Jarod.

Consider yourself lucky
to be sure of even that.

-Did they find Alex's body?
-Not as far as I know.

But I don't often
get told the truth.

Well, you sound
as worn down as I feel.

The word is "lost,"Jarod,
and it's getting dark fast.

For starters, I don't
know where Broots is.

And Ethan is gone. I don't know
if he left or if he was taken.

-Taken?
-He started a note he never finished.

-But there's no sign of struggle.
-And what about your father?

Unconscious and in intensive
care at the Centre...

ifhe is my father.

All of which leaves me
wondering just exactly who I am.

-Welcome to the club. -Tell me the
truth. Do you know if he's my father?

Do you know why the Centre
wants me back so badly?

Is it just because
I'm a Pretender?

Or is it something else?

Even if I knew,
I couldn't tell you.

Then I guess that leads us down the
same dead end-all secrets, no answers.

You have mail.

Hang on.

You are not gonna believe
what I just got.

Our mothers.

Together.

This is the key to
the biggest secret of all.

Then the first one
who finds the answers...

wins.

Your mail has been sent.

We're even now, my children.

Godspeed.

Genius...

or madness?