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Previously on The Pretender.

Behold the scroll.

They're not here.

Can't you wake him up?

No, he's awake.

He's just trapped in there.

You are one hair on my father's head, Adama, and so help me.

I never liked you either.

Yeah, a lady came down here.

A Vespasian.

Terrible. Did she say where she was going?

Yeah. An island off Scotland.

A place called Carthus. The cryptkeeper of this facility found the Vespasian

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

coffins.

No, Daddy, no!

There are pretenders among us.

I was taken from my family.

36 ,000. He's 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 path. He's a pretender.

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

Lucinda wants him alive.

Preferably. He defends the weak and abused.

Life's a gift.

Are

you a

doctor? I am today.

Regiminatius was right.

This is the Devil's Storm.

You were lucky to make it back alive.

It's not just the storm.

We're not alone here.

You're shivering.

Give me those wet clothes to dry.

Ben, my feeling was justified.

Feeling? My feeling that the only goodness left on the island is the

between you and Miss Parker.

Well, thank you.

It's not for you.

Go to hell.

It's not exactly the monk's brandy, but OC says it's good for emotional

upheaval. Can she back a truckload of it up to my house?

Let the storm rage outside, Miss Parker.

Not inside you.

Easy for you to say, Jared.

A graveyard full of Parkers burned to death by their father. My great

-grandfather. Same year that my great -grandfather arrived alone and founded

center.

Generation after generation, that evil has

been passed down to me.

You know who you are.

I'm a Parker.

And with every new revelation in my life, my family portrait becomes a more

hideous picture.

Do you remember when we were kids that night that I snuck you into my father's

office?

You said if I was really a genius, I would be able to figure out where your

father hid the present he bought you on his business trip.

And later you found it exactly where I said it would be.

Yeah. If only it wasn't. I just told you that it was because I was so

disappointed. My father lied about buying it.

The pathetic part is that I've been...

Searching for that gift from Daddy ever since.

Your father.

The center.

Manipulation is what they do.

The only present they ever left us with was... emptiness.

Those Parker graves out there go way beyond empty.

Which brings me back to wondering... Who it is you really are.

I don't know now if I really...

Ever want to know?

Yes.

Yes, you do.

The center wants us to believe that finding the truth is a mistake.

That looking for answers about who we really are is futile and finding any

of...

connection. Outside their control is wrong.

I know you don't want to hear this, but you can feel it.

You've been a center prisoner all these years, just like me.

And with every discovery you find, you're every bit the outcast.

Just like me.

Why is it that the One person that I've been trained to distrust,

to hate, to capture, is always with me

during the most difficult moments of my life.

Baby, it's supposed to be that way.

I don't want to interrupt.

Would anyone care for more tea?

Oh, see, please let me help you.

Thank you.

It's her?

It's the little girl that led me to the chapel.

Cannot be that little girl.

It is her, and she's holding the doll. Impossible.

This little girl is the cryptkeeper's daughter.

She's been dead a hundred years.

Terrible things happen here.

Terrible things happen where?

19, 240, 86.

What's it mean, Angelo?

All about the Parkers.

Truth about the Parkers.

Terrible things.

This sketch, a self -portrait of the little Parker girl.

She gave it to the priest from the chapel, Father Theo, on the day she

What a tragedy.

Oh, yes.

Theirs and his.

His? The night the Crypt Keeper's family burned to death, Father Theo also died.

A mysterious accident.

He supposedly fell from the chapel balcony.

My father was a good friend of Father Theo's.

He got all his personal items, including this sketch of Angel, which he was

clutching his hands when he died.

Did you just call her Angel?

That's what her father called her.

Does that mean something to you?

Everything means something.

If Father Theo was clutching this when he died, that means something, too. We

need to find out everything we can about Father Theo.

All his belongings are in the archive chamber.

Here's Father Theo's chest, just where Ossie said it would be.

Humble belongings of a humble man.

And a dead end.

Maybe.

And maybe not.

What? You see how the binding is loose in the photo here?

But it's been restitched here.

A letter that Father Theo wrote to his bishop in Glasgow.

And it's dated the day Father Theo died.

Bless me your holiness, for I break the sanctity of the confessional as I commit

these words to paper.

Deceive the daughter of the local cryptkeeper spoke words of such terror

the quill quivers in my hand as I write.

Her father, she claims, discovered and stole the long sought after scrolls of

Vespa. that demons have now turned this once loving man into a tormented soul.

In trying to save him from eternal damnation, she took and re -hid the

along with three other items, a leather pouch, a porcelain doll, and an eerily

accurate self -portrait.

She said they were to remember her by, as if she had realized her time upon

earth was nearing its end.

Her words regarding the scrolls terrified me, Your Holiness.

Well, she told me the location of the scrolls. She holds the key to finding

still.

It's unfinished.

He must have been interrupted while he wrote this and hid it in his Bible so it

wouldn't fall into the wrong hand.

My great -grandfather must have discovered that his little girl had

Father Theo and killed him trying to find his scrolls.

She tried to save her father from his own demons, knowing it would cost her

life. Father Theo writes, she holds the key to finding the scroll still.

She holds the key.

Not her.

Your great -grandfather must have brought this to America, and my mother

it back for her search.

She holds the key.

Father Theo hid the scrolls and put the key to finding them inside her tongue.

And I know what it opened.

I figured out what the numbers meant.

The ones that Angelo wrote?

19, SL -19, 240, room 240, 86, lockbox number 86.

So I broke in, and I found him.

That's all right.

And a death certificate, and adoption papers, and a birth certificate, all

issued within three days of each other, all in the Parker family name.

Seems Mr. Parker had a brother.

His name was Cable Parker, almost died at birth, then spent three sickly days

an incubator. A rushed adoption was arranged, and the baby was sent off at

I can't even believe this.

Mr. Parker's father bought and paid for a bogus death certificate, all in the

name of Abel Parker.

Like, the baby didn't even exist.

Like, the weak limb of the Parker family tree was just cut off.

It's unbelievable.

You haven't seen nothing yet. Look at the name of the family that adopted the

baby.

Does this mean that Mr. Raines is really Mr.

Barker's brother?

So what does the key fit?

Under the altar of every Catholic church, there's a secret chamber that

the relic of that church's patron saint.

There is nothing.

Angel's leather pouch.

I'll take that.

Brother Menantius.

Give me the pouch.

Tell me simply, brother, why didn't you leave the Isle?

Too busy trying to kill my mother?

Too busy trying to keep us from the truth?

In 700 years, there has always been a best patient brother on this Isle

protecting the Skrulls. I wasn't going to be the one to leave them unguarded.

As for your mother, I do not know what you speak. Don't you lie to me.

This isn't about lies.

And since you won't give me the pouch,

What the hell?

He's locked us in, Jared.

These barrels are going to blow.

There's no way out.

There's one.

Come on.

Are you all right?

I've been there.

Come on.

O .C.

O .C.

Did Menantius do this?

No. Destiny.

A demon, a serpent, and a cherub.

They're all looking at something.

And it's an angel's hand. It's her sketch.

Well, it's not just a sketch.

It's a map.

Directions left by the Crypt Keeper's daughter to tell us where she re -hid

scrolls. But what is she telling us?

That they know where it is.

That they can see it.

But where are they?

I know where one of them is.

Meet the demon Asmodeus.

Ugly son of a bitch.

Reminds me of Reigns.

All he's staring at is a blank wall.

Perhaps.

Aitego. What's it mean?

By itself, probably nothing.

But my guess is that the cherub and the serpent are both looking at words.

Clues.

That might lead us to the scrolls.

Brother Menendez.

Something tells me he's not the one who killed Osi. Someone doesn't want us to

find this cross.

You take the servant.

I'll take the cherub.

And watch your back.

We're definitely not alone.

I carved it myself.

It's beautiful.

I hope you find what you're looking for.

I was the only one who called me Angel.

My friends called me Miss Parker.

The angel was looking at the word arcana.

The serpent is looking at Dei.

I, Tego, arcana Dei.

But there's no box that the figures are looking at with those words on it.

Yes, there's one.

I, Tego, arcana Dei.

Look at me.

Be gone.

For I conceal the secrets of God.

It must be Brother Vespas.

And these must be the scrolls.

Aye, our scrolls.

We knew you could find, but we are never able to.

You must be the one that killed Osi and Brother Manassas.

And you're the one who tried to kill my mother.

Acts that are done for God's good works shall always remain acts of piety.

And now, give me those scrolls.

Daddy? Sure as hell not, Santa Claus.

Brother Arnaldis has been my faithful servant for years.

But God does not forgive acts of aggression against one's mother.

Neither do I, right, Angel?

Now I can radio a demo. We have the scrolls.

And Jared.

Long live the center.

Bye now.

I can't help but to imagine our mothers holding that box instead of them.

I can't help but to imagine a different ending to all of this.

What am I supposed to do, Jared?

Only you can answer that.

I just hate to see anyone miss a turning point when one is staring them right in

the face.

And I suppose you're going to open my eyes.

No, you don't need me to do that.

Only you can decide for yourself whether or not to take a hard look at your

life.

The way your mother once did.

Get my mother out of this, okay?

I am not her.

Then who are you?

Your father?

Is the Parker legacy what you want to pass on to your children?

Look, we've been through a lot together, you and me.

From when we were kids at the center to the last couple of days.

I know that rarely our allegiances are the same, but I've always felt...

I've always known

that there was something more to our lives than I run and you chase.

Maybe we do what we have to just to get by in this life, Jared.

Maybe we both deserve something more.

Just...

Just forget what happened on that island.

Forget that moment of weakness.

Turning points only come when you've got something to turn to.

I'm sorry.

This isn't the different ending.

You were looking for.

But it's just the way the damn story goes, Jared.

Let's go, Daddy.

Hold it.

You're not going on this flight.

What? Now, don't get all bent out of shape.

I'll explain everything to you back in Blue Cove.

But, Daddy, the last time that I saw you, you were in a catatonic stupor. And

was just something I cooked up with Raines and Lyle to keep the Africans

sniffing up the wrong flagpole while you and Jared found the prize.

Daddy, is it true?

The Parker that found the scrolls, is that my great -grandfather? And what

the scrolls? Is it true that they hold some kind of power?

Not now.

We'll sort everything out back at the center.

That's final.

Just take a couple of days at the London house. It'll do you good.

Hello?

Parker, thank God!

It's us, Miss Parker.

We've been so worried about... Did you just say hello?

What, brutes?

We've been trying to get in touch with you for days. Where have you been?

Somewhere between hell and a turning point.

No, this is hell. Trust me, and it's getting hotter by the second.

Did you find my father's blood sample?

Blood? No. The only sample we got was a female.

And is my father my father?

The genetic lab did detect pattern similarities, so technically you and

father could be a match.

Technically, it was hardly the rousing endorsement I was hoping for.

Well, see, the...

The thing is, is that your father's soda seems to be

flat. Sidney, what is he talking about?

The sample of Mr. Parker's sperm count is so low, it's virtually sterile, so

probability of him siring an offspring, that probability is small.

How small?

The odds against his ability to ever be a father will put us... One in

ten. Well, how... How could he be a genetic match and not be my father?

Well, the only biological explanation is that your father could actually be your

uncle. I don't have an uncle.

Parker, there were further revelations.

We found records, things that tell us that your father actually did have a

brother who was given up for adoption three days after he was born. And the

adopting family was named Raines. Are you telling me that Mr. Raines could

actually be my father?

Good involvement.

Adana has authenticated the Skrulls of the Triumvirate.

He's the happiest Zulu this side of Rumpala.

No surprise there.

Yeah.

I've had my fill of surprises, too.

Like the one I just got about who my real father is.

I want to know which one of you two is my real father.

Now!

Boy, now, I don't know what this paternity suit thing is about, but I do

this is not the time or the place for it.

Now, when we get back to Blue Cove, if we get back, we can talk about family

matters then.

What do you mean, if?

Donna thinks you're bad luck. We certainly don't want him to be

Suspicious of what?

You, Miss Parker.

Your being on board follows up their plans to double -cross the Dhamma and

Triumvirate. You see, now that the scrolls have been authenticated, Mr.

your father, or should I say fathers, are going to parachute out of here with

their prized possessions.

The scrolls and me.

Unfortunately, I only see four parachutes, and you, Miss Parker, make

What's the advantage of betraying the triumvirate? The supposed power of the

-called prophecies have been leveraged the center's been using for years to

the triumvirate at bay.

You people don't really believe those things are real now, do you? The only

thing that really matters is that the Zulus believe.

So if the scrolls become in the possession of the triumvirate in Africa,

center's power base is history.

I'm guessing your mother discovered this years ago.

And if she found the scrolls, then... She would have had all the leverage of

center. Or the leverage to end it.

Are we getting long?

Vodka!

Why is she on board?

She just wanted to surprise her father, that's all.

Take the three forward.

Lock up the scroll.

Let me ask you a question.

Did you ever love her?

Because what little affection you've given her over the years she craves.

I love my daughter more than anything on this planet.

More than those scrolls?

I find it pretty pathetic that you fashioned your entire life around them.

And you've never even seen them.

I learned their secrets from my grandfather. There was nothing pathetic

his legacy, young man.

Oh, yes.

Burning his family to death.

That's a hell of a legacy to pass on to your... What should we call her now?

Daughter?

Come on.

Hundreds of people over thousands of years have sacrificed their lives to get

glimpse of those scrolls.

And now you hold them in your hands.

Aren't you a little curious?

All that.

Make sure they're clean.

Not today, cowboy.

Mind if I get a blanket?

I keep these damn jets cold as morgues. Get your damn blanket and sit down.

So Jared was right.

Tell Mr.

Parker we're on to get ready.

Ready for what?

Just do it.

Just dare to beat the 200 knots and descend to 13 ,000. And put it on

Going someplace.

It's taking a journey somebody should have taken a long time ago.

Alone.

What the hell are you doing?

I've read the scrolls, Angel. And I'm returning them to the sea.

The only way to stop the Parker madness.

The madness that started the center.

What?

The scrolls are real.

So is the pain they inflicted, especially on your mother. I know that

I know that.

It's time to fulfill her wish and send this evil back where it belongs.

Controlled our family for too long.

Hang on to something, Angel. You can't come with me this time.

We are at 14 ,000 feet and descending.

Autopilot has been set to the coordinates you requested. Then your

no longer be needed.

Daddy, are you just going to leave me here to die?

No, no, you'll be all right.

That's not how they say it ends.

Wait, Daddy.

I have to know.

Are you my real father?

I love you as my daughter. That's all that counts.

Don't be sad.

The new Parker legacy begins with you.

God be with you, Angle.

What?

What the hell's going on?

We've lost electronics. The glide path will disintegrate. Get to the cargo

With the squirrels and there's no parachutes! My crew's dead and the

are damaged!

What the hell do we do now?

Well, I would suggest that you uncuff the one person who can fly this thing

save your life!

Auto control is down.

We're going to have to fly the rest of the way manually.

Electronics are gone, which means no gauges and no landing gear. Unless we

these blown out electronics, we're going down.

This is talking.

Miles, of the three panels, the little one is burned down. We need to

it and reestablish the circuit by connecting the wiring of the other two.

Yellow to yellow, red. Green to green.

Blue to blue.

We're going down fast.

Come on. Come on.

Okay. Okay.

Just one connection to go.

Damn. What?

We've got about 30 seconds before it's too late.

Garrett, he's got three wires left. Only one of them is blue. What should he do?

Lyle, you have to shoot, too.

Pray that he's right.

The good news is we're going to be landing in about 10 seconds.

The bad news is the landing gear is not deploying properly.

So hold on! We're going to crash!

One thing's going to blow.

This must have been an emotionally trying time for you.

Are you all right, Mr. Parker?

I don't know, Chris.

But thanks.

I just want everything to get...

You know, I almost said I want everything to get back to normal.

No such thing around here.

Oh.

Particularly now that Raines is in charge.

Raines?

What, hadn't you heard?

You look surprised to see me.

Well, after the way the Africans were behaving on the tarmac in Morocco, I

figured a beheading was in order.

After they understood that Jared broke free on the jet and sadly killed the

Dominance guards, then parachuted away with the Skrulls, they were forgiving

especially proud of the way Mr. Parker gave his life trying to save what was

theirs.

Quite a bedtime story.

It kept us alive.

All of us.

They need me now more than ever, as well as my children.

Jared has to be returned.

So, it is back to normal. With a twist.

Whichever of you two brings Jared back will also have a long -term future here.

And a future in the Parker legacy.

And whoever fails... Be careful when you joke about beheadings.

Your brother has shown me a sign of loyalty.

I'll be awaiting a sign from you.

I'll have to get back to you on that.

What? So what do you think they said?

The scrolls?

I was hoping you had some answers.

insights into the so -called prophecies.

Those answers are somewhere in the ocean along with my... Do you

think that there's any chance that he bailed for the right reasons, Jared?

Or was his Geronimo just another one of his lies?

I don't know.

Maybe it's time you gave yourself that gift he never gave you.

The truth.

I hope you find your mother.

And what about us?

You run, I chase.

That choice was made for us a long time ago.

Maybe that is the Parker curse.

Yeah.

I love the life we have here, Jared.

Only this time the first one to find the answers lives.

It's prophecies.

If they were real, maybe we could have found out what our future would

hold.

If they're real.

The center shall rise.

The chosen will be found.

A boy named Jared.

Coming up next, Angel helps a girl with telekinetic power.

Take the day with Angel, next on TNT.