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Previously on The Pretender.

We don't want him dead.

Nice to meet you, Jared.

I'm Zoe.

I want to stay with you.

I know, but you can't stay, can you? I can see it in your eyes.

Edna Raines knows things about your mother, Miss Parker.

I need to talk to you. About your mother and Mirage. It could be a matter of

life and death.

And Noreen is dead.

She knew all the secrets, especially about the Mirage project.

Jared's email said to keep digging.

It's your mother's grave.

Sparker, your mother, she's not here.

Then where the hell is she?

Oh, come on. Everybody's been on at least one vacation.

I swear, Zoe, I've never been on vacation.

Not even Mount Rushmore.

The Alamo?

What about Niagara Falls?

I definitely would have remembered that.

Wait, I did eat at a Spooky's on 565.

Does that count?

Spooky's? Only if you bought the pecan log.

It's a pecan log. Oh, you really have never had a vacation, have you? Who

a vacation when I have you?

I swear to me, you're in total remission.

Yeah, I probably pissed off a few HMOs.

But what the hell?

Hey, you're not going all mushy on me, are you?

That's my video phone.

I'll be right back.

Okay.

I've been searching for you for over a year. Where have you been?

I know. The boy and I had to go underground for a while.

We kept searching for you, too, but with no luck, until an anonymous tip came my

way. I was able to unscramble your password, which got me into you here.

you're both okay.

Thank God the boy and I are both well.

The boy?

He's sort of like my brother. I'll explain it to you sometime.

Dad, this is Zoe.

Zoe? This is my dad.

Jared's been pretty damn worried about you, sir.

You? What happened to you?

When can I see you?

Well, we have to be careful. I don't trust the security of this line, so I'll

make it quick.

Jared, I found Emily. I found your sister.

What?

How? Where is she? She's a reporter at the Philadelphia Examiner. For

sake, I've left vital information about her whereabouts on your secured email.

She told me that recently she was very close to finding you.

Will you bring it back to me, Jared?

Yes, of course I will.

Good luck, son.

Keep me posted.

I found my dad.

We've been looking for my sister for so long, and now I found her and I can...

What about our trip?

I can't wait.

We'll have time.

And if I have anything, it'll matter.

Lots of it.

Not getting all mushy on me, are you?

Go find your fifth turn.

Somebody call 911!

It's Wallace!

What happened?

A reporter was attacked. They say she was thrown out of that window.

A reporter?

Emily something.

Emily?

Emily!

Emily.

Help me. That's what I'm here to do. I'm going to help you. I'm Jerry.

I'm your brother.

Stay with me. Stay with me.

Emily? Emily?

Somebody call an ambulance!

There are pretenders among us.

I was taken from my family. 36 ,000 is already demonstrating more talent than

any of our others.

How many people died because of what I thought up? Since I broke out, I've

every moment searching for my past. He's a pretender.

A genius who can become anyone that he wants to be.

The center wants him alive.

Preferably. He defends the weak and abused.

Life's a gift.

Are you a doctor? I am today.

Pupils are on response. Their perspiration is shallow at 40.

Pulse is weak and thready.

Probable closed head injury with internal bleeding and multiple

your head stabilized. Start an IV drip and run a CPC.

Patriotiology, you need an abdominal head. Cast down stat.

Who initiated CPR?

I did.

You actually have saved a life. Are you a doctor?

No.

I'm with the FBI.

The victim is someone we've had our eye on for some time now.

Why? They say that a few of her journalistic choices have struck a nerve

.C. The victim's office is in here.

Name's Detective Broken.

Call me Stan.

Agent Jared Curtis.

Tell me what you know, the whole story.

Well, a victim came to the office early this morning.

So early, it was the night shift janitor that probably saved her life by walking

in. Anyway, from what I can tell, the woman was ambushed here and thrown out

this window two stories to the pavement.

Any description?

White male, 35 -ish, average build, dark suit.

Got the sketch artist working on it now.

I want all of her files boxed and sealed and sent to your precinct.

And I'm also going to need an office for a few days.

Well, it's about time you got back, Lyle.

So, what's the flavor of the day, little brother?

Mail -order mamas from Malaysia?

Or cannibal quiche from the Kalahari?

If you're here to talk with our father, he's gone.

Well, then find him.

Pounding Boilermakers is hardly the breakfast of champions.

This isn't about you.

I'm sorry.

Okay, now I know you're sloshed.

What's going on, Parker?

It's about our mother.

She's gone.

Our mother's been dead a long time.

No, I mean she's not there.

I mean her... She's not there? What do you mean she's not there, Parker?

Parker?

He wouldn't understand anyway.

But I want to know.

I bet you do.

Message voice box 04, record.

It's me.

I've got a bad feeling Miss Parker knows about Catherine's empty grave.

You believe someone stole your mother's body?

Except... For this scotch -induced earthquake rattling between my ears, I'm

sure exactly what to believe anymore. Let's face it, Sydney. Catherine

body being gone fits in with all the other bizarre happenings around here.

reappearance of Edna Raines, who after 30 years, everyone thought was dead.

And who now really is dead, thanks to the bald butcher she called hubby. The

murder of that harmless clerk Leonard down in SL -26 because he just happened

see the wrong memo. And now, Catherine Parker's empty grave.

That's... A lot of strange coincidences. No, not coincidence.

Mirage. Mirage? You mean what Edna Raines told you before she died? What

both of those memos. The one I found on Lyle's desk and the one that killed that

clerk. Well, oddities, yes.

But status quo here at the center.

I never thought I'd hear you say murder is business as usual.

At times, it is best to let some things go. My mother's grave is empty, Sidney.

Maybe she had other wishes that you didn't know about. For her burial, I

People sometimes make choices that are difficult to explain.

No. This is one big fish I'm reeling in.

Brute, our best evidence. We follow the body. In this case, my mother's. We

start with the autopsy record.

Parker.

Why won't you let go of this?

Because something inside me is telling me to do this.

And I'm listening.

The condition is only for Agent Curtis, so please minimize your time with her. I

will, thank you.

It's your brother, Jared.

I was too late this morning.

I'm sorry, but I'll never be late again. I promise you.

How goes the world tour?

In deference to Winston Churchill, or whoever the hell said it, the sun never

sets on the center, and I'm making sure it never sets on the Parkers either.

Glad to hear it.

Since when is Raines hosting Triumvirate personnel?

He'll be a blip on our radar as long as everything goes well with Mirage.

Unfortunately, we've got company there. I've all but confirmed that Sis is on

that same track.

Ah, damn.

Oh, it's nothing. She's way behind the curve. I'll make sure she stays there. I

don't want her knowing for her own good.

Hell, if she knew the truth, she'd only wish she didn't.

No, I don't know. But if you hurry, you can still catch it. I can't believe you

actually found Catherine Parker's autopsy files, bro. I haven't found it

According to Buzzy, the only way to download a visual archive in the sub

is to tap directly into the sub -level's mainframe terminals.

Who the hell is Buzzy? My pal down at communications. You know, the old guy

the hearing aids?

He's always griping about the constant ringing in his ears. I've got that

problem myself.

Look at this.

You know the rumor that JFK was kept alive as a vegetable somewhere? Buzzy

claims it was right here in SL18.

Yeah, right next door to the alien corpses. Nixon showed Jackie Gleeson.

That one here, too?

Hey, look at that.

This is the room where they did your mother's

autopsy.

Shoot, take a look.

Okay, you're okay.

Fine. I got it.

This begins the visual data archive to be known as number 566773. The autopsy

Catherine Elaine Parker.

Date and time to follow.

Dr. William Raines, M .E.

First little guy that rang.

Beat them, burst them.

Initial findings indicate a single gunshot wound to the cranial region as a

cause of death.

Angle and force of the head wound strongly indicate the gunshot was self

-inflicted.

Let's just skip to the end, Ruth.

Oh, God, we've heard all these lies before. I just need to see where the

goes.

Box the body for transport for the family wishes.

On a personal note, I would simply like to go on record to express my heartfelt

remorse and to say that this is and will always be a tragic death in the annals

of the Center, the likes of which I hope never to encounter again.

So, what now?

We do a little exploratory surgery of our own. See just how remorseful Dr.

really is.

I'm as sorry as I can be about the attack on Emily.

I could have connected with her.

Her looking for her family.

Me not ever knowing my father and mother.

I'm sorry.

She was so close to changing all that for herself.

What do you mean?

Well, she was hot on the trail of her brother.

Said she was like this close to finding him. She'd tear up every time she talked

about him.

When was the last time that you saw him like that?

The victim?

Must have been a couple of nights ago.

To tell you the truth, she seemed a little tense.

Said something about being close to a big discovery.

The brother that she was looking for?

I don't think so.

This was something disturbing to her, wasn't a happy discovery.

Did you find something?

I'm not sure.

Thank you for your time, but I'd like to look around for a little bit. Sure.

Hey, you saved me a trip.

I was about to go into town and tell the police about this guy that was hanging

around here.

It was the same guy from the police sketch in the evening paper. I can't

they left out the most important part of the description.

The fact that the guy was missing a thumb.

breakfast something tells me you haven't read the morning's paper

you try to kill with kindness and this is what happens

put a team together we're going back to philly asap

Allow me.

I'm not going to sub -level 18.

Oh, but you should.

It's a regular freak's RF down there.

You know the history.

JFK. Dead Martian.

The room where you did my mother's autopsy.

It's going to be a bitch getting that tank up and down the stairs.

It's common knowledge I performed your mother's autopsy.

Is it common knowledge that my mother's body isn't in her grave?

What are you talking about?

What the hell did you do with her body?

What an irresponsible medical examiner would have done.

Honor the wishes of the deceased.

If you have a problem with that, take it up with her because this discussion is

over.

You told him about your mother's empty grave.

He could... He could lead us right to the answer.

You told him on purpose.

That fish I said I'd be reeling in, I just baited the hook. Now we troll.

You with us, Sid?

I'm sorry, Agent Curtis, but I cannot in good conscience allow the victim to be

transferred. And how would your conscience feel when they put you in

violation of a federal order? That order is worthless in my eyes. I have seen

her charts. Her edema levels are back to normal, as well as her vital signs. The

answer's still no.

Whoever tried to kill her knows he failed, and he will be back to finish

job, I guarantee you that.

Releasing her to the next of kin would be my only option here, and correct me

I'm wrong, but so far, none have turned up.

Until now.

I'm Emily's father, and I think you should give the agent here what he

I'll prep her for immediate release.

It's so good to see you.

She's going to be okay.

Check over there.

Willie, there.

You, follow me.

How many were there? Four.

Go, go.

38.

Where did she go? Relief. She just went downstairs.

Take the stairs.

I know a place that we can

be safe. You drive.

No way to get yourself killed, pal. Out of my way. See this woman come this way

anyway? Nope. Never seen her.

I want to thank you, Sister Mary, for everything you've done for us.

After all you've done for our parish, Jared, you just stay as long as you

And we'll take very good care of Emily.

Nothing.

No luck, huh?

It's like he doesn't exist.

Well, whoever this guy is, Emily's been tracking him for a while. Here, let me

give you a hand with the notes.

Replaced personality disorder.

Man with no name.

Talks to voices.

Enigma. Maybe it's a story she's been working on.

Or a lifelong mystery she's been trying to solve.

She thought this guy might have been you.

She's been searching.

Just like me. Just like we all have.

Why would the center want to murder her?

And how does he fit in?

Boy, you put the worm on and he took it hook, line, and sinker.

Peg reigns for the rustic titan.

In the middle of nowhere, he can't hear anyone scream.

Fire.

Anything, Bruce?

Looks like a reigns time capsule.

Everything from old mortgage papers to his kids' kindergarten artwork.

Move over, Monet.

Looks like Ethan.

His son?

I've tried not to fire too many synapses remembering things about the Rains

family. You think Rains used to live here?

Well, we used to visit his house occasionally, but it was on the other

town. Maybe he used this place as some kind of personal storage depot. Yeah.

Well, no offense against this kid's artwork, but this is starting to feel

dead -end trip down memory lane.

Miss Parker, I think another street just opened up.

Huh. Thank Christopher Metal.

Miss Parker, look.

It's me.

It's your brother.

Jared. Dad's here, too.

We're all together now.

Take your time. Take your time.

What is it you want to tell us?

I found this picture in your research files.

You thought he was me, didn't you?

Who is he?

Ethan. He hears the voice.

Talk. He talks to the voices. I read that in your notebook.

What voices, Emily?

Hey, I think she should rest. Come on.

Okay.

Eugenicist.

Eugenicist, my God.

The Center Fertility Clinic.

I have no fond memories of that place.

888 -8585.

Is that a file number?

Follow me to Genesis.

Does that have anything to do with this man, Ethan?

Follow me to Genesis.

You know, if you consider yourself any kind of friend of hers, you'll destroy

those desks. And you will destroy it now.

I can't. I can't, Sidney. I don't really have a choice in the matter, do I?

I mean, this is Miss Parker's life.

This is her past. She has every right to see it. See what?

Do what you must, Brooks.

But I won't be a part of opening this Pandora's box.

What Pandora's box?

I was able to reconstruct one tiny piece of the disks we found at Rain's forest

house. The same place we were today.

Yeah, but just watch.

I hope you're feeling comfortable here, Catherine.

After all you've been through.

Never thought I'd see the day when I didn't take her. It would be a kindness

have a night.

But thank you.

My mother was there.

Yeah, but what's important is the date. Look.

Look at the date code on the DSA.

Your mother was shot and killed at the center in April.

This says June.

There must be a... No. It's physically and technically impossible to alter the

dates on the center DSA surveillance system.

Sidney didn't want me to show you this. I don't know why, but it's a lock.

Your mother did not die in that elevator, Miss Parker.

Are you... Are you saying my mother is still alive?

Your mother alive?

Does this make any sense?

Do you think that was hers?

I don't remember it, but anything's possible.

Keep decoding the fourth house archives.

And don't tell anyone.

Not even Sidney?

Especially Sidney.

He's done everything except handcuff me to a freight train to keep me from

digging into this.

There must be someone you can trust.

Where's Angela?

It's like the same kind of insanity I grew up with.

Are you sure this is the address Emily gave us for Ethan?

Positive.

He's been videotaping himself for years.

Is there anything on your Genesis AA -8585?

Nope. There's enough material here to write a dissertation on bomb making, but

this guy's taking it a step further. He's designing his own bomb.

Collected an unmailed letter to his parents.

The clauses.

According to this time code, this video was made less than one hour ago.

There's your little bomb maker.

Let's see what he's been up to.

Leave me alone!

Who's he talking to?

I know I shouldn't yell, but I won't be bad anymore.

According to Emily's notes, there were signs of erratic behavior of multiple

personalities. Must be wrestling with some kind of demons.

Emily said he could hear the voice.

Whatever that means.

Yeah?

Hey, listen.

I'm in trouble. I need to talk to you.

Yes, I'm almost ready with 76, 77. I just need a few more components, but I'm

telling you, I need to talk.

You swear that after the explosion the pain will be gone?

They're promising him that his inner torture will end if he pulls off some

of bombing for them.

Center. Well.

Okay, I'll do it. First I want to see my mom and dad.

Why won't you let me see my mom and dad?

It's been so long.

I wrote them a letter.

Why can't I send it?

They do love me.

What's he doing? He's talking to the voices.

He's going to hurt my mom and dad.

He can't hurt my mom and dad.

Wherever he's going, he's not coming back.

He's taking his bomb with him.

Let's go.

It's not my fault that Jared found his sister before the sweeper team did.

It's your fault she was still alive.

Well, what did you teach me about water under the bridge?

Gets deep enough, it'll drown you.

What about Mirage? We're still searching.

Oh, that's perfect.

My daughter is searching for a ghost. My son is searching for a monster.

Last one alive wins.

Secrets and lies.

Secrets and lies.

When it comes to the center, Angela, secrets and lies are like oxygen.

Lies?

Angela, I need you to empath this for me.

It may have belonged to my mother.

Your mother wore it.

Her journey not over.

My mother is still out there?

Illusions. A real.

What's that mean?

Mirages are real.

What's mirage, Angela?

Mirages are real.

Tell me what that means.

Miss Parker.

He's on your side.

Angelo, sorry.

He doesn't know the answers.

But Sidney knows.

Sidney knows all the secrets and lies.

Please don't leave me.

Don't leave me.

You didn't.

No, I swear I didn't do this.

You hurt them.

Why? Why?

I didn't hurt them. I swear to you, I did not kill them.

Somebody hurt them.

Somebody killed my parents.

Please, let me help you.

Help? My sister, Emily.

She followed you because she wanted to help you.

That's all I want to do.

There's no help for me. Not from you.

There's only one person who can help me now.

Ethan!

Ethan!

Freeze! I'm FBI. It's okay. It's okay.

FBI.

The reports of shots cleared.

Upstairs. Two bodies. I was too late.

You knew my mother was alive and you didn't tell me?

Yes.

Then give me one good breathe and I'll blow your Flemish brains out.

I promised her I wouldn't tell you.

as you know, I gave your mother her last psychiatric test less than an hour

before her supposed murder.

Supposed suicide in the elevator.

Supposed? What does that mean?

Catherine. Catherine, please relax.

I just found out that...

To kill me?

Who? I can't tell you, friend.

But it's forcing me to make a very difficult decision.

I'm going to stage my death in hopes of saving my life. I don't understand. And

I don't have time to explain it all. But you know these people, what they're

capable of. I try not to imagine.

Their latest is a project called Mirage. And they've made me a key player.

My only way out is dying.

By their hands or my own.

This is dangerous talk.

These are dangerous times, Sidney. I'll do what I have to to survive.

And then I'll come back and rescue Jared and Angelo and my little girl. What

about your little girl?

She's my gift from God.

And I don't know how to save her without causing her this pain.

Promise me, Sidney.

Swear to me that you'll protect her, that you'll never tell her about this.

owe me. I know I do. Whatever happens, no matter how badly she wants to know, I

don't want my baby girl to ever have to face the true tragedy of her family's

secret.

Promise me.

A now later, the gunshot rang out. You know the rest.

I never saw Catherine again.

Do you know what it is?

What? Mirage, the tragedy of my family's secret.

I'm afraid I don't.

That is the truth.

Ethan's parents were murdered.

There's a message to him. Finish the 7677 bombing or else. Sounds like a

from the center to me. It has the center fingerprints all over it.

This too.

You hacked into the new Genesis mainframe? Uh -huh. And you won't

found in file number AA8585.

AA8585 was a shipment of cryogenically frozen sperm samples.

They were airlifted to the center decades ago.

Someone wanted to get pregnant pretty badly.

Yeah, but they weren't just anyone's samples, Jared.

They were mine.

How much does Jared know?

We're not sure. But Major Charles' seminal records have been compromised at

Genesis. And there's more. Jared was spotted at the Parrot's house.

Before or after they were killed?

After. Thank God.

Mirage?

He's still out there. There's got to be some way to get to Jared before he beats

us to him.

There is one.

We give him something more important to go after.

Something named Zoe.

Good thinking, Mr. Cox.

I'd only get stranger and stranger. More on your record than the Genesis.

Yeah, for the past 25 years, comparative genetic test follow -ups have been

conducted using my DNA.

The question is, who or what are they comparing it to?

It doesn't say.

But there was ultra -thin to a private resident in Blue Cove, Delaware.

Come on.

Okay, let's go.

You all right?

Something feels weird.

We're talking Mr. Raines. It's supposed to be weird. No.

This is weirder than him.

What are we looking for?

The truth.

Well, check over here.

No.

It's not over there.

How do you know, son?

I just know.

It's like a strange deja vu.

What are you mumbling about?

I decoded some of the archives from the Forrest house.

And, well, a picture worth more than a thousand words? I think I've just

uncovered a thesaurus.

It was about six months after your mother supposedly died.

Well?

You'll be here in a few minutes.

You sure you want to do this?

I have to.

What? What did she have to do?

Wait. Just watch that door.

Like you've seen this place before?

like I've been here before.

Oh, my God.

Jared out of the Santa Empire.

How could that be?

Secrets and lies.

Hi, Jared.

Hello, Mrs. Parker.

Thank you for coming.

Clark the Dwarf.

And ecological instruments.

What is all this stuff?

Tools of the trade.

A perfect table.

The question is, whose?

Come here, Jared.

There's something I want to tell you.

My mother was pregnant.

You're going to have a brother.

This is just too weird. Birthing tables, incubators, genetic follow -ups to my

semen. You thinking what I'm thinking?

I have a brother.

I have a brother?

Jared and I share a brother?

It must be Ethan.

But where is he?

Parents are gone.

Mom is dead.

Dad is dead.

I'm your father now.