All language subtitles for The Pretender - 3x16 - P.T.B..

That, my friend, is grade-A,
American-made bear squat.

But I got an air force fax.

It says the Trilateral Commission
was inside Area 51 on June 10, 1974.

Right. And M.J. is still bringin' the ball up
at the United Center.

Now listen,
my little misguided friend.

I may be working at the tiniest radio station
in the city of Chicago,

but our microphones work!

A fax is not an original!

- Well, it could be.
- Survey says...

Moron!

Folks, please, come on.
We're smarter than that. What is my credo?

"Never stop questioning. "

This is the Neil Roberts program

broadcasting live from the bunker
somewhere deep inside the Loop.

My own little corner of anonymity.

Now, if somebody has
a real conspiracy out there,

something worth firing my synapses over,
please do give me a call.

We've got a listener on a cell phone
with a comment on that last call.

That would be the voice of my lovely
and talented producer, Angela Somerset...

who's in our main studio
back at the corporate high-rise.

It's an old friend on line one.
The Middleman.

Double-M! Now, hit me!

There is no way the Trilateral Commission
was in Area 51 that day.

They were in Delaware.

- How do you know that?
- We had brunch.

I sat on the other side
of a two-way mirror

eating optimized nutritional supplement.

Eating what?

It's a long story.

You still running from the PTB's?

- PTB's?
- Ah, you're slipping, Middleman.

The powers that be.
What'd they do to you, anyway?

They separated me from my family
when I was a little boy.

I barely remember my mom and dad.
I've been searching for them for a long time.

Well, I have no sardonic response to that,
only to say that...

that kind of dedication
comes from deep within.

I kind of envy you.

I don't have anyone that close,

with the exception of one person, and...

she doesn't even know I exist.

But that, my friend, is a very long story,
and I know you've got to run.

- As always.
- Take care.

And, as always, a very enlightened call
from our friend, Double-M.

Let's now go to a disgruntled caller
on a mobile phone.

Hit me!

Hey, squealer, you get my postcard?

Well, you know, my friend,
I get bushels of fan mail every day.

I sent a package this time.
Express.

Ah, here is it. The package.
You hear me opening it on the air.

- Here we are.
- Hope it's not over the top.

- Oh, God!
- Yeah, it's a dead rat.

Sort of symbolizes your status in life.

Choices made.
Choices to live with. Or die from.

Like the song says,
"This is the end, my friend. "

Watch out for that cheese, Neil.

I'm sorry, Patty.

Hey, Neil, you still there?
I don't hear anything.

What's the matter, Neil?
Rat got your tongue?

Love to see the expression
on your face right now.

In fact, that's just what I'll do!

Die, rat!

There are Pretenders among us.

I was taken from my family.

36 hours and 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 spent every moment
searching for my past.

He's a Pretender,

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

- The Centre wants him alive.
- Preferably.

He defends the weak and abused.

Life's a gift.

You a doctor?

I am today.

If Neil was attacked,
how come the police aren't all over it?

Because Neil broadcasts from
an unknown location in the city.

Neil, if you're listening, please call.

It's been 37 minutes.
We're worried about you.

Cut the crap, lady! It's another
one of Neil's damn publicity stunts.

- Hey, moron!
- Who's this?

If Neil's mission in life is to
expose conspiracies and lies,

do you think he'd create one?

Hell yes!

Then go back to the village, pal.
The one missing the idiot.

You're listening to WLNJ, Talk Radio.

- I can explain.
- Explain it to the police.

You would have called them after Neil
was attacked if you wanted them involved.

- Who the hell are you?
- Someone running from the PTB's.

- Middleman?
- My name is Jarod.

I know you're very afraid for Neil.
I could hear it in your voice.

Look, I know this sounds crazy,

but trust me.

Let me use this show
to help you find Neil.

We're back.
And you're listening to the Middleman.

While we wait for word from Neil,

I'm going to tell you a little story
that's both near and dear.

It's about a boy that was raised by
an organization shrouded in secrecy,

a Delaware corporation unlike any other.

Weird, I know.

But the truth often is.

Mmm.

You gotta learn to sleep in.

That was the Realtor.

- So, they gonna buy the place?
- They already did.

I was gonna tell you earlier,
but I was...

You don't have to clear it with me.

There's something else.

I bought a new house for us to restore,

together.

It's in Portland.

I love Maine.

Oregon.

Come with me, Parker.

Oh, to Oregon?

Why not?

Well, first of all, I have a career.

Oh, right. The same career
that gave you an ulcer and nearly killed you.

It's not just the job.
It's my family.

You buy a plane ticket.
You visit.

You don't know my family.

Look, it's just not a decision

I can make right now,
here, in my bathrobe.

What are you scared of?

Nothing.

You're just asking a lot.

I need to leave soon.

Your status in life.
Choices made. Choices to live with,

or die from.

Like the song says,
"This is the end, my friend. "

Neil, where are you?
I'm coming to your place right now.

Neil called you before
he was attacked, didn't he?

You wanted to call the police,
but he begged you not to. He insisted.

He told me to keep up appearances
until he called again,

and to stay away from his place.

"It's life and death," he said,
"and not just mine. "

- And then he said...
- What?

He said, "Angy, if you don't hear from me
tomorrow, I'm gone,

forever. "

Then we don't have much time.

Nobody heard a thing.

I told him not to live
in an abandoned building.

They're the best places to hide.

He shot through the door.

Then fired at Neil.

Chased him along this wall.

The grenade landed over there.

Neil's only escape
was through this door.

My God. Neil's blood.

He got out alive.

Jarod left this sign for us
outside his place in Chicago.

But this house is in Blue Cove.

- Traffic was a bitch.
- Or you slept in.

Isn't that your plumber's house?

Thomas is a carpenter.

And, yes, he sold it. So?
Jarod can read the classifieds.

- Is your boy leaving town?
- Oregon. Maybe.

Now, that commute is a bitch.

Call me when the Cleaners are
back from Chicago.

- Don't give me that look, Syd.
- Thomas is moving, isn't he?

He wants you to go,
to leave Blue Cove?

Leave the Centre?

Your father's gonna freak.

Thanks for pointing that out.

Parker, a long time ago
I lost a family

because the powers that be
chose my path.

Don't let them dictate yours.

So, who is she?

Someone this psycho knows
is important to Neil.

Neil's daughter?

Maybe.

One thing's for certain-
she means the world to him.

Although they never met.

You got all that from a postcard?

I don't have anyone that close
with the exception of one person,

and she doesn't even know I exist.

We have to think like he thinks.
Feel what he feels.

- "Never stop questioning. "
- Neil's sign-off?

Albert Einstein once said,
"The most important thing is to never stop

questioning. "

This stuff is all about
the girl on Neil's bulletin board.

He's documented her entire life.

Her name is Patricia Marie Lorenz.
She's 19 years old.

She's had a degenerative nerve disorder
since she was a little girl.

We find her, we may find Neil.

Or the guy who's chasing him.

This psycho's not gonna let up, is he?

No. He's going to
keep following him.

Hunt him down like an animal,

keep him from the people he loves

make his world a living hell,

till it ends, one way or another.

I mean, come on!

What kind of low forehead
sends dead rats through the mail?

It's the television, Double M.
It makes us do things.

Only if you let it.

Well, I gotta go.
Urkel's sending me a secret message.

My next caller, please.

They can replace that son of a bitch,
but Neil can't hide.

And why should he have to?

You'll have to ask him.

He forced this.
He put his own ass in my crosshairs.

How did he do that?

He ambushed my life
with a sucker punch.

But actions have consequences.

And this time around, I'm in control.

Control?

Like ringing a little bell?

It's not the bell.
It's who's ringing it.

I guess that's you, Pavlov.

It is okay if I call you Pavlov,
isn't it?

Maybe you should call me PTB

Oh. Are you one of
the powers that be?

I'm the only one.

Pavlov? You still there?

You haven't disappeared
on me, have you?

Neil took away
what was important to me.

Maybe I'll return the favor.

If you're such a powerful PTB,
why not tell us who you are?

No, no.

Anonymity.
That's where the real power is.

Even Neil, the coward,
would tell you that.

He had to get me
with my back turned.

Now I'm the shooter
in the book depository.

I'm the bullet you don't see comin'.

We all have the right
to face our accusers.

Oh, what a lovely thought.

Maybe you could write that
in Neil's eulogy, huh?

You're listening to WLNJ,
talk radio for Chicago.

You hear that?

He's near the "L" train.

As long as he's nowhere near Neil.

- Neil!
- Angela, Angela...

Neil, thank God.
Where are you?

That was him on the air.
The son of a bitch isn't gonna quit.

I found someone who can help.

Neil, this is the Middleman.
You have to stop running.

Stay out of this. You don't know
what you're dealing with.

I know about Patricia Marie.

No!

Not Patty.
You stay away from Patty. You hear me?

It's hard enough with one...

Neil, listen to me.
Get out of there right now.

Just go!

Neil!

I can't reach him. And the police
don't know anything at all. It's over, Jarod.

It's encrypted.

I forgot who I
was dealing with.

Even I don't
know his password.

Yes.

"The New Vista Foundation. "

Neil never mentioned anything about it.

He's made some sizable donations.

It supports research for nerve disorders.

It also pays bills
for Patricia's at-home care.

According to this, he had her moved to
a new apartment about six months ago.

Right after the threats started.

Angel. I was just admiring
how well you turned out.

Daddy, I...

- Damn.
- We need to...

I could use some help from
that friend of yours.

What's his name? Tom?

Here.

Actually, I'm glad
you mentioned Thomas.

- He's...
- Got a new project.

I know. Oregon.

It's kinda far away, isn't it?

How do you know?

Your brother's a damn gossip.

I cannot imagine my daughter
hanging wallpaper.

Who knows?
I might be good at it.

No, trust me.

Renovating an old house
is like pounding sand down a rat hole.

It never ends.

Besides, what would I do
without my angel?

Hey, did I ever tell you
why I call you that?

- No.
- Ah.

Well, you were about 3 and1/2 years old.
We were at the summer place.

- My place.
- Mm.

I was high up on a ladder

trying to fix a leak in the skylight
over your mother's studio.

I was about to take the last step
when suddenly you screamed...

"Daddy! Broken!"

Well, sure enough, taking that last step,
I'd have fallen 30 feet down onto the rocks.

You saved my life.

Your mother said
you were my guardian angel.

You leave me,

I might as well be dead.

My parents were killed in an accident at Fort Bragg when I was little.

I don't know what I would have done
without the New Vista Foundation.

It wasn't the money either.

It was the tapes.

They've been sending these
every month for years.

Some are philosophical.
Some are inspirational.

Some, just stories.

Always the same voice.

These books helped me
learn, get focused,

opened up the world for me,

helped me see the possibilities
I'd given up on.

I write for Web sites now.

For the longest time, I tried to find out
who was funding the foundation,

but I never got close.

Do you mind if we listen
to a little bit of the tape?

No.

Anna and Vronsky
found themselves alone in the square,

waiting for the snow to fall.

It had been several hours since their last meal.

All I had was him.

It's a nice voice.

I know he's just
their reader and all,

but he sounds so... real.

You know?

I rejected a lot of people, but...

irony of ironies, I couldn't reject him,
'cause I don't know him.

I think of him as a guide.

He's kind of the reason
I'm still fighting,

still alive.

Neil dedicates his life to her.

Now he's in danger because of her?

She doesn't even
know who he is.

It's another dead end.

Not exactly.

Pavlov is still out there.
We just have to get him talking again.

I'll tell you about the powers that be.

When they can't get to you,

they go after
the people that you love.

That's what they did to Neil.

The PTB's try to rip these people
out of your life.

Your guts right along with them.

But that's where
they make their mistake,

because the people that you love
may be a weakness,

but they're also your strength.

They keep you fighting.

They keep you one step ahead of the demons who breathe fire into your soul.

Line one. It's him, Jarod. Pavlov.

- Go ahead, line one.
- You've got me in tears over here.

Tears of laughter.

Why don't you stop
hiding behind your phone?

I've been inside your head.

I don't just see a tortured maggot.

No, I see a lonely, pathetic man
whose only companions are his rage,

and the power of his anonymity.

You sound a lot lonelier
than I'll ever be.

What, not enough love
from Mom and Dad?

Yeah, I've been listening
to your kidnapping sob story.

My parents aren't exactly
the issue here.

No, I'm guessing
they're your whole life.

The life you're desperately
looking for night and day.

Those little doubts, they gotta be
gnawing in your gut right now.

And what doubts are those?

Maybe my folks wrote me off.

Maybe they think that
their little boy is dead.

Maybe they're dirt-nappin'.

Here you are,
runnin' all over creation searching,

and they're nothing but worm food.

You know something, Pavlov?
When I find you...

You're never gonna find me.

I'm one of Neil's secrets.

A contradiction inside a paradox,
wrapped up in an enigma.

The kind of conspiracy
that even he can't reveal.

You forgot something, orphan boy.

- What's that?
- I know where you work.

You're listening to WLNJ,
talk radio for Chicago.

The trace is no good.

Parker, a long time ago,

I lost a family because the powers that be
chose my path.

Don't let them dictate yours.

Your father's gonna freak.

Your mother said
you were my guardian angel.

You leave me,

I might as well be dead.

Fort Bragg. That's where
Patty's parents died.

You're making a mistake.

Now, give me the gun.

You're workin' for him?

Pavlov said that he was one of your secrets.
What does that mean?

None of your business!

- You just stay away from Patty.
- He'll kill her.

You were in her apartment.
Why?

I was trying to find you
so I could help you.

She's not your daughter.
Who is she?

She's someone I don't deserve.

That's not true.
You made her a fighter.

Oh, God,
she shouldn't have had to fight!

I was a doctor.

In the army.

How did you hurt her?
Her disorder is congenital.

Spare me the official line of crap!

Patty's mother was a patient.

No, she... she was a subject.

An experiment?

Government sponsored.

Oh, half of me wishes
that it was one big conspiracy.

I could just laugh it off on my show.

But we were just
testing vaccines on soldiers.

Very routine stuff, or so I thought.

Well, we knew Patty's mom
was pregnant.

When some test results came back

that suggested that she might
have an adverse reaction,

I was told to let it go.

So I did.

I was a coward.

I convinced myself
that my superiors knew better.

I got transferred cross-country,
and I ignored the consequences.

Until I heard about the car crash.

That's when you found out
about Patty's disorder.

And that's when you started
providing for her.

Oh, God.

I didn't speak up.

"Never stop questioning. "

Neil, you've dedicated
your whole life to speaking up.

Mmm, to everybody but her.

Pavlov is right.
I'm a fraud.

I mean, I bitch about telling the truth,

but irony of ironies,

the one person I care most about
will never hear the truth from me

because I don't have
the guts to tell her.

"The powers that be are everywhere.

They take your loved ones
away from you. "

Who wrote this drivel?

Nobody. A talk show host said it.
Our Chicago monitors picked it up.

WLNJ Radio has a new talk show host.

He's railing against us.
Calls himself the Middleman.

- Hmm.
- The middle. The Centre.

You think?

- I want a sweeper team out there.
- I've already dispatched two.

So, are we back?

Meaning?

Oh, I just heard that you were making plans
with the shop teacher.

Lyle.

Yeah, she's right here.

Security in Concourse 4.

Shop teacher's here.

This place is
locked up like Alcatraz.

What are doing here?

You didn't mean what you said.
That wasn't you talking.

It was your father. It was this place,
whatever the hell this place is.

It's so easy for you, isn't it?

You waltz into somebody's life,

rip it apart like it was some damn
remodeling job,

keep your favorite parts
but throw out the rest.

No consequences.
No commitment.

This is a commitment.
Can't you see that?

I see someone whose only
connection to the world

is an empty house, a box of nails
and a rusted pickup truck.

I don't have that luxury.

I have obligations.
I have relationships.

Obligations? Relationships?

You make it sound
so personal, so warm.

All your mail is stamped "Occupant,"
your phone number's unlisted,

and I have yet to meet
even one of your so-called friends.

- I have a life.
- Which you refuse to share.

That's not a life, Parker.

It's a life sentence.

Parker!

Please, don't make me
leave part of my life here.

Please.

I'm sorry. I...

I don't want to hurt you, Tommy.

No, it's... it's me.

Jarod.

You got another
clever message for me?

I only wanted you to know
that Thomas was selling.

From the sound of your voice,
you've already discussed it.

Yeah.
He's moving to Oregon.

He wants me to go with him.

So go.

You'd like that, wouldn't you?
It's too late anyway.

You picked a fight with him, didn't you?

This isn't what you want, Miss Parker.

Why does everybody
suddenly know what I want?

Your mother always knew.

She was trying to leave the Centre
the day she was killed.

She wanted to take you
as far away from there as possible.

That's what Thomas wants.

It's no coincidence.

The Federal Archives were a gold mine.

Pavlov is Colonel Willard Spence.

Spence?

He was one of my superiors.

And after he got you transferred,
he intensified his drug experiments.

I did a bunch of shows on the subject
when I first got on the air,

how the army was pumping soldiers
full of potentially lethal experimental drugs

without telling them.

Well, your shows got the army nervous.

They shut Spence down.

Some families tried to sue,
but of course they lost.

The brass conducted
an internal investigation.

They convicted Spence and locked him up
in Leavenworth for seven years.

That's a long time.

Time enough to develop
a heck of a grudge.

He blames you and your radio show,

for ratting him out.

Jarod, his parole office is in Olympia Fields.
That's close to Patty.

We'll find him.

Army Intelligence.
Very clever contradiction of terms.

I suspect you're a very clever man.

You know, I've been tracking reports
of another clever person.

Very mysterious.

Shows up at unexpected spots.

Always there to help
the needy and the abused.

Well, you didn't think I'd tell my secrets
to any schmo, did you?

Why didn't you expose me on the air?

Nah.

No, I only go after bad conspiracies.

Neil?

Hi.

- Oh, it's good to see you.
- You too. I'm so glad you're okay.

There were some people down at the station. They asked forJarod.

Guys in suits.
One answering to the name Sam.

Sweepers.

Who are they?

The powers that be.

The Sweeper team's
already in place in Chicago,

and we're still stuck
waiting in Blue Cove?

No one at the Centre has seen Miss Parker,
and she's not answering her cell phone.

Well, that's it.
We're out of here.

Lyle.

She made her decision, Doctor.
I'm makin' mine.

Yeah, this is Lyle.
Let's go.

It's another deep,
dark night out there

and you're back for another session
with the Middleman,

and my guest, Neil Roberts.

Thanks for subbing for me, Middleman.

Well, I'm just glad that our wacko friend
Pavlov wasn't able to hurt you.

Mr. Lyle! Jarod must have gotten
upstairs through another entrance.

The show's already started.

Oh, look who's on line one.
Go ahead, Pavlov.

- You shouldn't have done this.
- Why not?

Neil's ready. Come down to the studio
and get your revenge.

Pass your sentence, PTB

I will, but not where you expect.

Oh, that's right. You're an enigma
wrapped up in a paradox.

Or is it the other way around?

The powers that be
don't call the shots anymore.

- We always call the shots, orphan boy.
- Excuse me...

That's why they call us
the powers that be.

Well, look here.
The powers that aren't.

Show's all yours, Neil!

Now it's time for
a commercial break. Don't go away.

A funny thing about traps.

They don't discriminate between
the hunter and the hunted.

I'm sorry to have stolen your metaphor,
but it really is perfect.

Rat. Trap.

Rat. Trap!

I got you!

Let me out of here!

You really stepped into this one,
didn't you, Pavlov?

Or should I call you Doctor?

- Dr. Willard Spence?
- Let me out!

I wonder how many times
Patricia Marie said that to herself.

She was one of your victims. You just
trapped her in a different kind of way.

Look.
Pictures of human lab rats.

People that you decided
didn't deserve to know the truth.

Lab rats. Guinea pigs.

Human experiments. People!

I went to prison for that!

You don't know
the first thing about prison!

Sometimes the worst kind of prison is the kind

that you have to
wake up to every morning.

When you think
you're out free in the world,

and you're being hunted and stalked!

That's what you did
to Neil Roberts, isn't it?

Just because he told the truth.

You look a little pale, Doctor.

It's a good thing I read your file.

Diabetes. What a shame.

And it's about time
for your insulin shot.

Before you do that,
I should warn you:

only one of those syringes
contain insulin.

The other two,
a potentially lethal experimental drug.

But whatever's good enough
for Dr. Spence's subjects

is good enough for him.

Mmm.

Sugar.

- Yum.
- You're crazy!

You could try that
eeny-meeny-miney-mo thing.

But I gotta tell you,
as a probability quotient,

it kinda sucks.

Good luck picking.

No, wait! Wait! I'll die.

I'm giving you a better chance
than you gave Neil Roberts.

Have fun playing spin the syringe.

Okay! Okay!

I stalked him!

I wanted to kill him!

He ruined my life!
I swore that I would ruin his!

Which one has the insulin?

Actually, all three of them do.

Enjoy the cheese.

- I stalked him!
- Neil's next show.

I wanted to kill him!

It's gonna be a real doozy.

Good evening, Chicago.

Uncle Neil is back and in one piece,
I'm happy to say.

Hey. It's the voice.
I know that voice.

It's him, isn't it?

And he's expecting you.

... before we get to the phones,

I need to take care
of some very personal business.

There's something I have been
wanting to tell a special someone

for a very long time now.

Patty, I only hope that
once you've heard the truth,

you will forgive me.

Is that a "yes"?

There are things about me...

things that you need to know
before you make me a...

part of your life.

Parker, there are...

You were right.

That wasn't me talking.

I haven't been me for a long time.

Not since...

Loving you made me realize that...

that there are

places in me,

Tommy, dark places.

And you're afraid that if I see them,
that I'll reject you?

Parker.

If something is not right,
we'll deal with it together.

I'm a fix-it man, remember?

- I guess that makes me your new project.
- Yeah.

And this one I'll never sell.

Sooner or later we all hit a crossroads.

As some of you know,
I recently hit one. A big one.

But I made it through,
thanks to a new friend.

I know you're out there listening,
Middleman.

You watch your back
and don't ever quit,

because somewhere up ahead,

you'll find your crossroads.

Good night, Chicago.