All language subtitles for The Pretender - 3x22 - Donoterase ( Part 2 )

Previously on The Pretender:

They're stirring the genetic stew, Sydney.

Deciphering the human genome.

And not just anyone's. Mine.

Oh, my God in heaven.

- It's you!
- Dad!

For years I would lie awake at night,
wondering what you would be like,

- what you would look like.
- I've missed you so much.

I need to know the truth.

Did my mother
ever mention a project, Gemini?

Never heard of it.

What do you want, Sydney?

I want Gemini.

Gemini has always been mine!

His inception was flawless.

The entire Project Gemini has been run
completely aboveboard.

Raines was playing God.

And he unleashed the devil.

That boy is me, they cloned me!

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.

No. No.

No.

No. Please.

No. Please. No.

What did they do to you?

I can't open the hatch!

I can't open the hatch!
It's too hot! I can't think!

I'm burning!

I can save him!

No!

This is your last chance.

I did tell the truth.

I'm at peace.

I feel tired.

My legs hurt.

I set myself on fire because
I'm convinced it'll send a message, Sydney.

It's been three days, Jarod,
with temperatures over a hundred degrees.

- All you have to do is submit.
- It's not for me.

- I'll never give up.
- It's not your fault.

- But...
- We're together now.

That's all that matters.

That...

and saving the boy.

I'm into the Centre's mainframe.

Damn! They're onto me.

But I'm into Gemini.

They're transferring the boy
to the Triumvirate.

- When are they going to transfer him?
- I don't know.

Damn it! They've shut me out.

There's gotta be some other
way we can find out.

Someone who can tell us.

Come on, Sydney.
Answer the phone.

Are you going to answer it, or shall I?

It's not important.

What we have to say is.

The timetable on the transfer
of our young Pretender has been moved up.

He goes at dawn.

My work won't be completed.

It can't be avoided.
The mainframe's been compromised,

and we suspect
Jarod and Major Charles.

My father says you can continue your work
with the boy once he's been transferred.

We expect
your full cooperation.

You have that.

"I vehemently disagree with Dr. Raines's conclusions about Gemini,

and despite some humane
advances being made at Pakor,

I cannot in good conscience endorse
moving forward with the project.

While it represents a potentially major
breakthrough for mankind,

one must wonder if mankind is
or ever will be prepared for its ramifications.

Catherine Parker. "

You got anything to drink?

Preferably something that burns.

Need to cleanse
your palate?

No. My soul.

I backtracked the cloning records
from Donoterase.

Over the years, they fertilized 289 ova
before they were successful with the boy.

The results of which
we saw at the specimen lab.

Well...

Some of them.

And if you can believe it,

that sideshow wasn't
the weirdest part of the circus.

They couldn't just grow those ova
in an incubator.

- They needed donor wombs.
- Surrogate mothers.

Seems Raines found
the women himself.

Mostly disenfranchised,
homeless, loners or coma victims.

Women who wouldn't be missed
if there were complications.

And... And believe me,
there were plenty of them.

And most fetuses
never reached term.

And...
the ones that did...

Well, they didn't even
make it through...

- Childbirth.
- Well, if you...

if you could call it that.

All of the surrogates who made it that far,
though, they just...

- Disappeared.
- Without a trace.

That's what my mother was talking...
talking about in this Gemini memo.

What she feared
could happen at Donoterase.

What should I do?

Well, whatever it is, you better decide pretty quickly,

because they're moving the boy at dawn.

Where?

Triumvirate station, Africa.

Your mom's first priority was the children.
What would she do?

The same thing
she was trying to do when...

she was killed:

Rescue the children.

I'm over here.

I'm sorry.
I didn't hear you come in.

Do you want me
to do something for you?

No.

I just came to talk.

Talk? You don't want anything?

Just to see you.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah. I'm fine.

Ready to work.

- You were crying.
- No, I wasn't.

I just...

Don't tell Mr. Raines.

He gets angry if I show any emotion.
It won't happen again. I promise.

It's okay to cry.

No, it's not.

Not for me.

I'm here to serve,
to do what I'm told.

Is that what
Raines taught you?

Yes.

That I have been gifted with the intelligence
designed to help others.

Mr. Raines says emotions
get in the way.

If you don't want me to work,
then why are you here?

When I was your age,
I knew a boy just like you.

Exactly like you.

I felt for him,

but I never let him know.

I saw... pain in his eyes,

but I looked the other way.

I see the same pain
in your eyes.

But I can't look away anymore.

I don't understand.

Do you want to be here,
or do you wanna do what other kids do?

What do other kids do?

Play. Have fun.

Experience life.

- Is this a simulation?
- No. No. This is real.

I'm doing what I wanna do:
sims to help others.

Then why were you crying?

I wasn't.
I just...

It's okay.

It's okay.

If Mr. Raines finds out,
he'll get angry.

And when he gets
angry, he...

He...

- He...
- I won't let him hurt you anymore. I promise.

Now we gotta
get you out of here.

He's not going anywhere
with you.

I can't believe this, Sydney.

You're going with them.

- Yes.
- Sydney, why?

You too, Broots?

You certainly fooled me
for the last three years,

bumbling around the globe
like a benevolent Dr. Spock...

when you're really a...
psycho Dr. Mengele.

You don't know
what you're saying.

It's your original lab rat.

What are you gonna tell him?

Sydney.

They're going to move the boy.
I need to know when.

I can't help you anymore.

Sydney, I need
your help. Please.

And another excursion into
the mainframe would be useless.

There is no refuge
for you anymore.

He hung up.

He's helping them.

What did he say?

He said that another excursion
into the mainframe would be useless.

Why would he tell us
where not to look?

Because someone else
was there.

It was his way of telling us
where to look.

He said the mainframe
was useless.

There would be no "refuge. "

I knew I could
trust you, Sydney.

Straight to the airstrip. No stops.

The transfer plane is meeting us
just after first light.

- You gotta be kidding me.
- What the hell's going on?

Let's go, junior.
We got places to be.

Miss Parker, what's going on?

Jarod.

- Miss Parker.
- Get him in the truck!

- Where are you going?
- Just get him out of here now!

Get in.

Get out!

Dad.

Oh! Damn!

Who are you?

I'm you.

- You were the problem.
- You need to get off my back.

Carelessness... leads to chaos;

chaos to anarchy;

anarchy to ruin.

This is the Centre.

Ruin... is not an option!

- Mutumbo, if I may...
- Excuses are only yesterday's failures.

Only solutions matter now.

Mutumbo, we all want the same thing here:
The boy and Jarod back.

I am listening.

So we fumbled the kid.
We intercepted Jarod's father.

He's our trump card.

- Let's play him.
- And I guarantee you, sir.

You give me 10 minutes
with Major Charles,

and I'll have every answer you want
about where Jarod and the boy are.

Brigitte will handle
Major Charles.

Thank you.

If I may, sir...

You will honor my wishes!

Good answer.

In the meantime,
we have Jarod and the boy to track down.

Mr. Lyle will lead that effort.

Sir, with the possible exception of Sydney,

I know Jarod better than anyone here, and
he will not allow that boy to be captured.

Yes. But what you are
forgetting is the boy himself.

He wasn't raised to cooperate,

especially with Jarod.

I'm just saying it's a waste of manpower
and money to go after Jarod,

when the key to it all is the man
sitting down in Renewal Wing.

Daddy.

Well... Mutumbo has a good plan here.
We need to follow it.

Then it is settled. Two points of attack.

Two generals, one plan.

Now I know what
dirty laundry feels like.

- Not here, angel.
- Yes, here.

How could you just stand there
while Mutumbo shut me out?

For God's sake,
we're talking the Triumvirate here.

Every action, every thought, every word I utter could be a death sentence.

We both know I'm the one who should be
down there with Major Charles.

And we both know sometimes
I have to play things the way I play things,

whether you like it or not.

"Play. " Oh, my God.

We're talking about
the man who killed Mom.

We're talking about our family.

I'm talking about survival.

The things I do, choices I make...

you probably never will understand.

Tell me, Daddy. Are you
really afraid of Mutumbo,

or what I may find out
from Major Charles?

I thought I was off
your Christmas card list.

You were.

Until our nosy little bald friend Broots
confirmed my suspicions with this.

You left e-mail for Jarod
in a box called "refuge. "

You let him know when
and where to find the boy.

I had you pegged for
the wrong witch in Oz, Sydney.

I'm sorry I doubted you.

I'm sorry I wasn't able to confide in you,
or in Broots either.

Human cloning, I don't think
I probably would have believed you anyway.

When I went down to talk
with the boy, it was...

It was so surreal being with him.

It was like I was suddenly
11 years old again.

And yet...

And yet?

And yet the boy is Jarod

in every way except
the most important one.

He doesn't have
Jarod's soul.

And he didn't have you.

Miss Parker...

When I found out
they had made another Jarod,

I knew that if I didn't take control,

something important
would be lost.

If facing Major Charles
is important enough to you,

then go.

Take it.
And everyone else be damned.

(There) Must be some matches around here somewhere.

Uh-ha. Yes.

Little light in here.

There we go.

You cold?

It's probably too damp out there
to hunt for firewood,

but maybe I can break up
some of these old chairs.

I don't understand.

Why are you so afraid of me?

- Is this a bad man?
- Very bad.

What did he do?

This is the man
who killed your parents.

How can one feed
such a terrible lie to a child?

Raines could feed candy
to a diabetic and sleep like a baby.

He doesn't seem
like a killer.

He seems sad,
Mr. Raines.

Like there's this void in his life
that's depriving him of any true happiness.

Perhaps loss of a loved one.

Or the loss of family.

Maybe he feels
the same way I do,

not knowing who he is
or where he came from.

You're not concentrating.

He's no different
from any of the others.

I don't know.

I just...

I feel I have
a connection with him.

- This boy's good.
- Mmm. Almost as good as the real thing.

Wait a minute.
What am I saying?

He is the real thing.

If you can't find him,

he'll go out and kill
another little boy's parents,

just like he killed yours.

Do you understand me?

Good.

I swear to you I had nothing
to do with the death of your...

of your parents.

- Then what happened to them?
- It's complicated.

You're a gifted young man.

You have the ability to grasp
difficult concepts.

When I was a boy, I used to look
in the mirror and think about my past,

try to picture my future.

- Do you ever do that?
- Yes.

But I can't see a past.

When I was a boy,

I was stolen from my parents,

and I was held prisoner
at the Centre.

They exploited my mind.

They made me do things.

Things I never
should have done.

The same kind of things
that they made you do.

When I got older, I realized that
they were using these things to hurt people,

even to kill them.

So I ran away.

You escaped.

Yes. But not all of me.

They kept part of me behind.

Some of my...

Some of my DNA.

I guess they had a plan.

A way to always
keep me prisoner.

I don't understand.

I think you do.

If you could look into that mirror
and see your future,

it would look exactly like...

me.

But my parents...

They don't exist.

They never did.

At least not in the way
you were taught.

No. You're lying.

Mr. Raines said you were clever.
You're lying.

I wish to God I was.

But I'm not lying.

I'm sorry.

I want to
show you something.

That's me
when I was your age.

No. I can't do it!

- You shut down now, you all die!
- I'm you?

I come from nowhere?

You come from here.

And I come from two people
who love me very much.

It's okay to cry.

I can't.

Mr. Raines won't let me.

No! Keep her back!

- Keep her back.
- Leave me alone!

No! Mama!

You can beat me
all you want.

I'd rather die
than give up my son.

You're going to die,
but it's not about your son.

It's about my mother.

You look just like her.

You should know.

You killed her.

That's my gun.

The one you used
to shoot her.

No.

It's the one a man named Raines stole
from me the day your mother was killed.

She knew trouble was coming.

Why should I believe that?

Because it's true.

It was the day I was supposed to help her
rescue Jarod and two other children.

Raines shot me,
left me for dead,

took my gun.

I still carry the bullet
in my back.

You bought yourself another second.
Talk fast.

Your mother located me.

She knew I was
searching for Jarod.

She was afraid of something
called the Triumvirate.

She said we'd have to
move fast,

that this Triumvirate threatened her husband,

because of her action
to rescue the children

and her opposition to
something she called Gemini.

- They threatened Daddy?
- They threatened his wife and his daughter.

You were the other child
we were trying to rescue.

Your mother was gonna take you
to Europe the next day.

Don't you remember?

My father knew about these rescues?
My rescue?

That was how I saw it.

But I can't be certain.

But I do know for sure,

your mother was scared
for your safety and his.

Afraid ofhow
the Triumvirate controlled him.

Raines was the Triumvirate
watchdog then.

He's still howling.

I didn't understand why he took my gun
all those years ago, but I do now.

All your mother and father
ever wanted was what I wanted:

to love
and be with our children.

Good morning.

Breakfast.

That isn't wheat grass
and tomato juice.

No. That's what they feed you.

It's called ice cream.
You'll never forget the first bite.

Go ahead. Try it.

Go ahead.

Mmm.

It's very good.

There are so many incredible
things in the world to try.

Hope they're all
as good as ice cream.

So, what are we
gonna do now?

Right now I have to
figure out a way to get my...

our father out of the Centre.

Maybe we should trade them
for something just as important.

I can't believe I doubted him.
All these years.

All these years, I've...

I've wondered why Daddy
hid things from me, lied to me,

dissuaded me from digging into her past,

but it was all for my own good.

We all wanna believe that our parents
have our best interests in mind. But...

I finally find some peace of mind,
and you wanna lobotomize it?

Isn't there an apparent conflict
between your newfound joy,

and your loading
of this weapon?

It's very simple.
Raines dead,

me happy.

Not an easy man to kill.

Can't help it
if you're a lousy aim.

I don't plan to miss.

Miss Parker.
You both.

- You gotta come quick, to the lobby.
- Later, Broots.

Oh, no, no, no. Trust me.
You're not gonna believe this.

He's right here.

Move.

Remember me?

Where'd you find him?

We didn't.

He came in on his own.

Three years on the run, and it's finally
homesickness that brings you back.

Oh, actually,
I came to cut a deal.

Broots, go get my father.

Oh, he's not in his office.

What kind of game is this?

It's a simple one.
You'll get your father back,

when I get mine.

So you're proposing
an equal trade.

Your father for my husband.

I wouldn't say that it was equal,
but it will do. Yes.

And how do we know
you're not bluffing?

Seeing is believing.

I'll call you in two hours
to arrange the exchange.

One of you will bring me
my father.

- Only one.
- That'd be me.

That'd be Sydney.

Sydney? This is my father
we're talking about.

Our father.

All the more reason
to keep cool heads.

Sydney's the only person I can trust
to play by the rules.

Where will the exchange
take place, Jarod?

Like I said, I'll call you.

I wouldn't want anybody showing up early
and complicating things.

I really have to go now.

Do you want to see
your father again?

Alive?

And you let Jarod walk right out?

He has my father!

And we had him!

I made the only move there was,
you son of a bitch!

It was your last one,
Miss Parker.

The Centre's
chain of command is clear.

As long as Mr. Parker is absent,

Mr. Raines is in charge.

And your plan is,
Mr. Raines?

We organize two Sweeper teams.

Once we know the location,
one will scout and secure,

and the other will execute.

No. No. No.

You're gambling
with my father's life.

We do this just as Jarod said.

Well, Raines's experience
with Jarod is just administrative.

Look...

- I know how this guy's mind works.
- This is not a democracy.

My decision stands.

- Jarod.
- Interstate Road 40.

Iversonville,
North Carolina. At 3:00.

Not 2.59. Not 3.01.

3:00.

That barely gives enough
time for Sydney to...

Then he'd better get moving.

Jarod, I wanna talk to my father.

Daddy, are you there?

Sydney, go.

Get Major Charles.

Let's move.

Like I said, two teams.

And I'll need our best sharpshooter.

I'm your man.
Jarod will not walk away from this.

No. I want Jarod alive,

and the boy too.

It's Mr. Parker who's outlived
his usefulness.

That waste of skin Raines
is gonna get my father killed.

Well, I don't think Jarod would hurt your father. I don't think.

Jarod's been searching for
his father his entire life,

and he's gonna do
whatever it takes to get him back.

I can see it in his eyes.

Well, then what do you
think we should do?

Same thing. Whatever it takes.

Miss Parker.

Jarod isn't
the only enemy this time.

Don't worry, Bridget.
I wouldn't forget about you.

I know what you think of me,

but believe me, we both want
the same thing this time.

Mr. Raines is planning
to kill your father.

Why should I believe you?

Because if you don't, somebody we both love very much is going to die.

With or without you,
I'm going.

Let's do this together.

Please.

I'd like to thank you, Sydney.

- What for?
- For raising my son.

What he's become is a reflection of you.

What was he like as a child?

Someone a father would feel
very proud to call his son.

I'm sorry you never
had that chance, Major.

In fact, I can't imagine anything worse
than what you've had to endure.

I can.

- Not ever finding him at all.
- Sydney, are you there?

Yes, Jarod.

You'll see a road a quarter of a mile up.
Turn right.

My father will know
where to go from there.

All right, Jarod. I'll follow his instructions.

Well, he didn't say where.
Only that his father knew.

Great. We're in the middle
of nowhere with no Sydney,

and no idea where he's going.

- I know exactly where he's going.
- Yeah?

Well, where might that be?

To the beginning
of this little odyssey.

Well, I gotta hand it to you.

Capturing the king
is inspired.

Walking into the Centre
to cut your deal.

- Real bold.
- Not bold.

Prudent. Necessity.

Exhibition of resolve.

You people only understand
one thing: power.

Whatever it was,
it was brilliant.

No wonder my people have
such a hard time catching up to you.

Of course, that's why we want you back.
'Cause you're brilliant.

I'm not going back.

Neither is he.

I do have one question.

It's your nickel.

Why? Why do you do it?

Why the Centre?

Give and take.

For a cause bigger than
both of us.

Oh, hell. I don't expect
you to understand it,

but in the end,
it does all add up.

You steal children.

You create them.
How does that add up?

Rape, incest, murder.
Survival.

Given enough incentive,
man is capable of almost anything.

It's time to go.

Dad.

Now take care of your father.
And of yourself.

Thank you, Sydney.
Come on, Dad.

Jarod.

I'm glad you found
your family.

I told you. Sydney comes alone!

Jarod, I had no choice. They're
planning to kill my father.

Who?

Daddy, get back!

- I've got him.
- Shoot him!

- God, no!
- She's losing a lot of blood.

Keep this compressed
against the wound.

Forget Parker. Stop the plane!

Jarod, let's go!

- You go ahead without me!
- Jarod.

That boy needs a father.
Now go! We'll catch up later!

I love you, Son!

I love you too, Dad.

Go! Go! Go!

I've got to get her to the hospital.

You're not going anywhere.

Looks like you're out of luck.

Now, you want to do this the easy way,
or you want to end up like her?

Stop him!

Welcome back
to the Centre, Jarod.

Angel, don't leave me.
Don't leave me, angel.