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Behold it, girl.

They're not here.

They're up with tenders among us.

I was taken from my family. 36 ,000. He's already demonstrating more talent

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 path.

He's a pretender.

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

The Thunder wants him alive.

Preferably. He defends the weak and abused.

Life's a gift.

Are you a doctor?

I am today.

Talk to me, Daddy.

This is not the way it's supposed to be.

Catatonia is a schizophrenic disorder marked by stupor and mutism.

No doubt brought on by the trauma of the gunshot head wound he suffered.

Can't you wake him up?

No, he's awake.

He's just trapped in there.

I'd like to be alone with my father.

If, in fact, you are my real father.

Daddy.

Are you in there, Daddy?

Look at this.

It was sent to me anonymously.

Do you have any idea why my mother and Jared's mother are together?

I didn't even know they knew each other.

Is this what you had so much to tell me about?

Hey, sis.

You gotta get out of here.

Why?

They say so.

What are Adama and his triumvirate goons doing here?

Well, now that Dad's awake and, uh...

They're taking over his protection. They want him isolated.

Why, are they afraid of what he might say or who he might drool on?

I don't know, but I have a feeling it has something to do with the vault on SL

-15 they blew to pieces last night.

Looking for what?

Hell if I know.

What if it rains has something to do with this?

Doubt it. He hasn't even resurfaced from his latest disappearing act.

Truth is, don't know, don't care.

When these crazies who lose get this pissed off, all I do is follow orders.

And now that Dad's brains are as scrambled as yesterday's eggs, we're

need somebody else to put in charge around here.

Consider me an applicant.

If it isn't another parker.

Surprised to see you here.

Really? Considering my family has been running this place since... Graham Brent

runs the center.

You leave us now.

You aren't one hair on my father's head, Adama, and so help me. I never liked

you either.

Miss Parker.

Not now, Brutes. No, no.

It's an ancient symbol of some sort.

Yes.

Eight skeletal figures on the circumference of the symbol.

You've seen it.

Do you have an address?

I have been searching for this for weeks. I'd be happy to hold.

Yes,

I have a pen.

It's on the wall outside the alley sports bar.

Thank you very much.

me for five years. Why don't you just leave me alone?

You know, that's not the way it is.

My job is to catch and return you to the center.

You run, I chase, just like always.

Besides, I need answers.

About? About who my real father is, about who I really am.

Welcome to the club.

That photograph that both of us were emailed of our mothers, what's the name?

You work for the center. I thought you people know everything.

I know they still want you back.

Why? Because I'm a pretender?

Because I can become anyone I want to be?

I'm not buying that one anymore.

It's something else. Just tell me what you know about that photograph.

I'm not sure what it means, but something tells me it holds the key to

whole puzzle.

And the first one to find the answers wins.

The museum people say that Dr. Jarrett was the funniest archaeosymbologist that

ever worked for them.

Yes, he's a regular laugh riot.

What exactly is an archaeosymbologist?

Do you know? It's the study of the origin of unexplainable symbols passed

through the ages. It's a quite exciting field.

I can just imagine the crop circle deciphering parties that you're having.

Is there any other symbol in particular that intrigued Jarrett?

No. The people at the museum said this was the only thing he looked at.

That whole box is full of different photo enhancements of it. It's creepy,

Eight skulls in a circle, guarding some kind of giant chest in the middle.

They said Jared was obsessed with finding out where it came from.

Whatever the symbol means, Jared's obsession tells me it's personal.

And the first one to the answers went.

Well, most people don't even notice that spooky thing.

It's why I'm here.

I've been doing some research on symbology, which led me to this

Well, I owe you some time for our going -out -of -business sale.

I swear this joint's got a mojo on it.

Mojo? Yeah, you know, one of those locations where no matter what business

run out of it, the place goes belly up.

I mean, this is a sports bar, right?

It's got a college campus, and I can't give beer away.

I'm looking for someone who may have been here years ago.

Someone who might have been interested in the symbol on the wall.

Oh, yeah, the Crazy Eights, huh?

Crazy Eights? Well, that's what I call it, anyway.

They got your eight freaky dead guys in a circle there around that other weird

thing? Crazy Eights. I say it all started with the, uh, the Spacians. The

Spacians? The secret society that was founded about a hundred years ago.

Right in this very building.

Secret society?

Yeah, you know, like, uh, guys that ride around on a minibike with the fezes on.

Anyway, rumor has it that some immigrant guy set up shop here and amassed a

fortune holding these evil worship -type meetings down in the basement.

Sounds a little far -fetched, don't you think?

Yeah, that's what I thought at first, too.

So we started doing renovations in the basement.

We found all the stuff.

It's back here.

We're going to add a second sewer line down here until the plumber uncovers

this.

He, uh, he wouldn't finish the job.

I, uh, can't say as I blame him.

What the

hell?

Damn it, it's missing.

What's missing?

There was a blue box with a heart carved on it. And a porcelain doll inside it.

The lady must have taken it.

Lady. Yeah, a lady came down here a couple of days ago.

Let me guess. She was brunette, tall, great legs.

No, not such luck.

No, an older lady asking questions about the symbols and the Vespasians.

Well, hold on. That's her. You must know her. That's her in the picture right

there.

Are you sure?

Yeah. I mean, she was older, sure, but I'm positive she was standing right

you were not three days ago.

Does she mean something to you?

Yes.

She's my mother.

Did she say where she was going?

Yeah. She said she was going back to where the guy who built this place came

from.

Right there.

An island off Scotland.

A place called Carthage.

Where all this spooky stuff must have come from.

What are you doing, Miss Parker?

Searching for answers.

I have to know if Daddy is my real father.

Here's my genetic material.

Can you get a sample of my father's and run a comparative?

Your father's being guarded by those psycho zoos. I don't think they're going

take too kindly to us plunging a needle in the old man's arm.

There's an atomized brood. The center's bodily fluid storage facility.

Bodily fluid storage facility? What the hell is that for?

Blood storage for anyone important who may need a transfusion.

Well, they didn't take mine.

Get a sample of my father's.

Parker, have you considered the psychological implications?

Sydney, please, just do it.

Miss Parker, I don't know what you're looking for, but...

I'd be happy to help you.

Thank you, Bruce, but this is one mystery that I have to solve myself.

And there's only one person qualified to help.

Angela, I need you to use your gift as an empath and tell me what my mother and

Jared's mother were doing together.

Miss Parker's mother?

Sad.

Jared's mother.

Frightened. What about what's on the wall in the ivy?

Vespasians.

Vespasians. Vespasians.

Vespasians. Vespasians.

Vespasians.

Calm down. It's okay. Calm.

Angela, I need your help.

What are they saying?

Evil. Evil people. Evil people.

Evil people. Evil people. Evil people.

Where can I find the evil people?

Evil people.

Evil people. Evil place. Evil people. Evil place. Evil people.

Evil place.

Angela.

Where can I find the evil people?

On the island.

The island of the haunted.

Are you sure you want to go there?

They say that the souls of the damned walk on that island.

I've been searching for years for answers that might be on that island.

What is it you say you did again?

I'm an archaeologist.

Well, Mr.

Archaeologist, if the answers you're digging for on that, I would... You'd be

better off not doing them.

Something that offended God himself happened on that land. Only evil leaves

place. I ferry people back and forth from it.

Period.

If I was to capsize right now, even with this great bloody storm coming, I'd

rather take my chances in the sea than set one foot on that one.

Leave, brother, or nothing. We're scared.

They don't call it the Devil's Dawn for nothing.

I speak for everybody when I say that we'd all feel safer if we left.

This is a huge storm, Brother Ronaldos.

Agreed. But I strongly believe its course will take it 50 kilometres to the

of us.

As a matter of precaution, we could arrange for a couple of shallow boots to

evacuate come morning, if the storm changes course.

I fear it will change course.

It's time for a cleansing storm to come.

We bear responsibility for the souls on this isle. Yes.

Please, Brother, please.

Aye, very well.

Though I think the two of you have been overly fretful as usual.

I'll arrange to have the shallow boats prepared for dawn.

Thank you, brother.

Excuse me.

To whom does one speak about accommodations?

Aye, that would be me. I am Brother Arnoldus. This is Brother Menentius and

Brother Claude.

I can't say as I was informed to expect a stranger.

My name is Jared.

I'm looking for refuge.

I was told that no traveler seeking sanctuary on these shores would be

away.

Of course.

Brothers, please.

What's your step?

Much of the monastery is over 700 years old, all built by the brothers before

us, most of whom were better brandy makers than masons.

So the rumor that the monastery was built by an offshoot of the Knights

is true.

True or not, questions like that should best be addressed to Brother Amalda.

Though I doubt anyone can picture me as belonging to some secret society of

warrior monks.

Unless, of course, the weapon of choice were skin and bone.

By modern standards, the amenities are primitive, with no electric, no phones,

and very little running water. This will be just fine.

As a matter of fact, it sort of reminds me of the place I grew up in.

Think of the Isle as a good place to get away from the modern world.

And what about other visitors?

Visitors?

Let's say someone was looking for me. If someone were looking for you, or you

were looking for them, you'd be in the wrong place.

For centuries, the Vespasian brothers have made this a place of refuge.

Privacy of our guests has always been the rule.

Thank you.

What's going on? Evacuation?

The storm changed course in the night and doubled in size.

It's a double storm, sure enough. A night that comes once a century.

And it's heading right for this isle. The bells announce the evacuation.

Half the isle's already gone. They're already gone?

The next set of bells announce the last boat. Be on it. But where? I can't

leave. Brother Arnold, it's his order.

Listen to the bells.

Save your life.

Excuse me.

Have you ever seen this woman on the island?

No. Excuse me, have you ever seen her?

No.

I'll get it, I'll get it. You hurry up, come along.

Storm coming.

If you're smart, you'll leave too.

Weather updates I don't need. Answers I do. Does this ring a bell?

Up the arseway to the Chapel of Souls.

It's up the path to where the dead end.

How about this man? Have you seen him?

The stations speak of no visitors here.

God be with you.

It's down there somewhere.

and cord blood samples from Brigitte and Mr. Parker's baby boy.

Not to sound cynical or anything, but has anybody seen that little kid lately?

Oh, jeez.

What is it? I am so underpaid.

Miss Parker owes me so big.

Is that Mr.

Parker's blood?

I wish it were Mr. Parker's blood.

The only sample of Mr. Parker's in here is semen.

Stranger.

I'm just leaving, like everyone else.

It's sad to be alone.

I'm terribly sorry to intrude.

You're not the intruder.

You're the seeker?

Shouldn't you be preparing to evacuate from the storm?

Aren't you afraid of what's coming?

Osi's journey almost done. Yours just beginning.

Yours full of pain. Pain?

You're a broken heart.

You have not found the loved one you seek.

The woman.

Let the scarlet air.

Hello.

In the chapel.

What's in the chapel?

Wait!

Tell me what you know about the woman with the scarlet hair.

I saw her earlier, but I lost her.

One you seek, seeks you as well.

Lucy, help me.

Please.

Osi, what's the matter?

Danger. She's in danger. Now. Where?

The Chapel of Souls.

The Chapel of Souls.

Look just like her.

Wait!

Next time you slam me like that, you better make it count.

Miss Parker. Drop the prized crap, Jared.

First one to the answers wins. That is what you said, isn't it?

My mother is on this island. I have reason to believe she's in danger. Now

not the time to play center bounty hunter.

That was your mother.

I saw her. Yeah, just now. She was panicked and her arm was bleeding.

She was hurt.

Look, that's the last shuttle boat off this island.

Answers we both have been searching for could be leaving right now.

Please.

Help! Help!

Help!

Help! Help!

Help!

Help!

She was right here.

My mother was right here in front of me.

Once again, it's this center that stops us from being together.

Where do you think you're going?

In case you hadn't noticed, that's the last boat off the island.

We're alone now.

You can shoot me if you want to.

But I'm going to find out what my mother was doing here.

And why someone tried to kill her to stop her from doing it.

Lyle.

You took my...

You weren't using it at the time.

A digit is the least I could give you for the favor I'm about to ask.

The preliminary results will be in in less than 24 hours. I tried to contact

Miss Parker, but... I couldn't find her either. I don't get it. Her father's

genetic test results are so important to her. Now that they're in motion, she

often disappears.

That's really weird.

Yeah, it's not like her to stay out of contact for so long. No, no, not that.

Something really strange is going on around here. Come on.

I found your mother in here after I heard the gunshot.

She was by the confessional.

It's my mother's blood.

It's a muddy blueprint with a crack in the heel.

Must have belonged to the man who shot her.

And knocked me out.

It leads this way.

Jared, look. Your mother was carrying that.

There's blood on it.

All empty except for the impression of a small body.

My mother found a doll in the building that she and your mother were

photographed in front of.

It must have been the box.

P -47, what does that mean to you?

Nothing yet.

So much for being alone on the island.

Hey.

Osi, why didn't you leave with the others?

O .C. born here, O .C. dying here.

Did she get off the island all right?

Did who get off the island?

The woman of scarlet hair.

Your mother, of course.

How did you know she was my mother?

You are tired, aren't you?

Mother came to me for herbs.

Complaining of headaches.

But it was easy, even for a blind woman, to see that it was her heart that was

aching and that she feared for her life.

Lucy, what was my mother searching for?

Find out who you are.

What do you mean?

Who I am?

All I know is what she spoke.

She and another woman have been trying to discover the truth.

For a long time.

That must have been your mother.

You sure you're blind?

Sight may come from one's eyes, but the vision comes from one's heart.

Jared, if your mother was searching for something in the chapel, maybe the

little girl could tell us what it was.

What girl?

I was led to the chapel by a little girl with long, light brown hair.

There's a girl on this island? Are you sure?

Lady, I'm the one who knows what I saw. Little girl or not, Osi, tell me.

What was my mother searching for?

She was searching for the scrolls of Gorth.

Any change?

You have a purpose for being here?

Yes. You have a call coming in from Africa.

It's been requested you take it on a secure line.

It's right at the end of the hall.

saddens me to see you this way.

I know you're in great turmoil.

That's why I'm here.

I came out of love.

I'm sure the call will be coming through any second.

You and I have always been closer than anyone here has ever known,

ever suspected.

I know you could never truly acknowledge our relationship, especially to

Catherine.

But because of our bond, I had to come.

Tell me the truth.

Are you faking this?

Please tell me.

I can help.

I want to help you.

I want to show you something.

It's the truth, isn't it?

Damn it all. Tell me the truth. We don't have much time.

What are you doing?

Research it. I'm sure they will call back.

Don't leave him alone.

What is this place?

The crypt room. It was built on the souls of the original monk warriors who

brought the scrolls to this island and founded the order, literally, on their

souls.

The legend on Carthus.

But when Brother Vespas and his disciples returned from the Crusades,

brought with them the six scrolls of biblical proportions.

You mean like the Holy Grail or something like that?

Something exactly like that.

I had given a solemn word to Pope Innocent that they would bury the

the sea.

But instead they brought them here and hid them.

Through the centuries, seekers of destiny have come to the isle seeking

scrolls and their mystic power.

Many searchers have ventured into the woods.

Never to return at all.

The fact that the fate of the one who dared defile the scrolls will be filled

with eternal damnation.

And yet my mother was trying to find them. The scrolls?

And everything about the man whose footsteps you now both walk in?

I don't understand.

Many believe that a hundred years ago, the cryptkeeper of this facility found

the Vespasian scrolls.

It is said that he planned to leave Carthus with them, and therefore was

pay a devastating price for the bargain with the devil.

That night, by his hand, his entire family burned to death in their cottage.

My God.

Left the isle the next morn.

And what about the scrolls?

No one knows for sure where they are, or for that matter, what.

Some say that they are gospels written in the hand of God.

Others, scribblings from the paw of Satan.

Whatever they are, they contain a power no man should encounter.

My mother was also searching for something called P -47.

The island is parceled out in numbered plots, all of which are registered at

monastery archives.

Come, I'll show you.

The answers you search for are in that building.

Come on.

It's in a chapel.

It's getting worse.

Don't stay out here too long.

Miss Parker's pulled a vanishing act and you'll never guess who she talked to

last.

See?

Look what he's drawing, Sid.

The same symbol that Jared was investigating.

And those words.

That doesn't sound good. What's it mean?

Terrible things happen here.

Where are you?

What's in the job?

Wait.

Where is she?

Osi's back at the cottage. No, not Osi, the little girl.

Little girl?

There's nobody here but us. She was here, and she led me to that.

Must be the doll from the box.

Maybe your mother dropped it when she was shot.

Or she hid it here.

She must have been here searching for something.

Like she was at P -47.

Did you find out where it is?

And what?

It's the cottage where the cryptkeeper murdered his family.

Let's get out of here.

There it is.

P -47.

Or what's left of it.

I've never seen it rain and snow at the same time. Well, it is the devil's

storm.

How

could

a man destroy his family just for his pursuit of greed and power?

Why don't you ask your father that?

Just like we saw in the chat.

And it's fresh.

Hey!

There's nothing for you over there.

It's over here.

Follow me.

Bye.

Miss Parker, are you alright?

What's wrong?

You left me here so I'd know where I come from!

What do you mean?

The Crip Fever family!

Tell them who I am!

Coming up next, there's plenty of drama when Cordelia envisions God in mortal

danger. Fight evil with Angel.

That's on PM2.