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Brother Menenicus was right.

This is the doubled storm.

You were lucky to make it back alive.

It's not just a storm.

We are now alone here.

You are shivering.

Give me those wet clothes to dry.

Man, my feeling was justified.

Feeling?

My feeling that the only goodness left on the island,

is the connection between you and Miss Parker.

No, thank you.

It's not for you.

Go to her.

It's not exactly the monk's brandy,

but Ocee said it's good for emotional upheaval.

Does she back a truckload of it to my house?

The storm rage outside, Miss Parker.

Not inside you.

Easy for you to say, Jarod.

The graveyard full of Parker's burned to death by their father.

My great-grandfather.

The same year that my great-grandfather arrived alone.

And founded the Center.

Generation after generation,

that evil has been passed down to me.

You know who you are.

I'm a Parker.

And with a new revelation of my life,

my family portrait becomes a more hideous picture.

Do you remember when we were kids,

that night, that I sneaked you into her father's office?

You said that if I was really a genius,

I'd be able to figure out where he hid the present that he bought you on his business trip.

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

Yeah.

Only It wasn't, I just told you that it was because I was so disappointed.

My fathe lied about buying it.

The pathetic part's that happened, searching for that gift from daddy ever since.

Your father.

The Center manipulations what they do.

The only present they ever left us was those...

emptiness.

And those Parker graves out there go away beyond empty.

- which bring 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 wanted us to believe that finding the truth is a mistake,

that looking for answers about who you really are is futile,

and finding any kind of connection,

outside their control is wrong.

I know you don't want to hear this.

But you can feel it.

You have been the Center prisoner all these years just like me.

With every discovery you find, you...

you are every bit the outcast,

just like me.

Why is it that the one person ...

that I have been trained...

to distrust?

to hate?

to capture?

He's always with me.

During the most difficult moments of my life.

Maybe,

it's supposed to be that way.

I don't want to interrupt,

would anyone care for more tea?

Ocee, please let me help you.

Thank you.

It's her.

Who?

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

Can not be that little girl.

It is her. And she's holding the doll.

Impossible.

This little girl is the crypt-keeper's daughter.

She's been dead a hundred years.

Terribilis est locus iste.

Terrible things happen here.

Terrible things happen where?

19-240-86

What's it mean, Angelo?

All about the Parker's.

Truth about the Parker's.

Terrible things.

The sketch is a self-portrait of the little Parker girl.

She gave it to the priest in the chapel, Father Theo,

on the day she died.

- What a tragedy. - Oh, yes.

Their's and his.

His?

The night the crypt-keeper's family's burned to death, Father Theo also died.

Mysterious accident.

He supposedly felt from the chapel balcony.

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

He got all of his personal items, including the sketch of Angel,

which was clutched in 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.

The Father Theo was clutching this when he died, that meaned something too.

We need to find out everything we can about Father Theo.

All his belongings are in the archive chamber.

Here is Father Theo's chest.

Just where Ocee said it would be.

The Father Theo.

Combo belongings of a combo man.

And a dead end.

Maybe.

And maybe not.

What?

You see all the bindings are loose in the photo here.

But it's got a restitch here.

It's 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 confessional as I commit these words to paper.

This eve the daughter of the local crypt-keeper spoke of such terrible ... are right.

Her father, she claims, discovered ... sacred scrolls,

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

In trying to save him from eternal damnation,

she took and rehid the scrolls 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 this earth was nearing it's end.

Her wills regarding these scrolls terrified me, your holiness.

While she told me the location of the scrolls,

she holds the key to find them still.

It's unfinished.

He must have been interrupted when he wrote this,

and hid it in this bible,

so it wouldn't fall into the wrong hands.

My great-grandfather must have discovered that his daughter had confessed to Father Theo,

and killed them trying to find these scrolls.

She tried to save her father from these evil demons,

only knew that it would cost her life.

Father Theo writes: she holds the key to finding the scrolls still.

She holds the key...

Not her.

Your great-grandfather must have brought this to America,

and my mother brought it back with her for her search.

She holds the key.

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

And I know what it opens.

I figured out what the numbers meant.

The ones that Angelo wrote.

Nineteen, SL nineteen, Two forty, Room 240, eighty six, Lockbox No. 86.

So I broke in and I found this.

- Parker, alright? - A death certificate, and an adoption certificate and a birth certificate,

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

So you said Mr. Parker had a brother?

His name was Able Parker, almost died at birth.

then spent three secret days in an incubator

a rush adoption was arranged,

and the baby was sent off at this, I cannot even believe this...

Mr. Parker's father bucked and paid for a bogus death certificate,

all in the name of Able Parker,

like the baby didn't even exist,

like the wiggled limb of the Parker family tree was just cut off.

- It's unbelievable. - No, no. You haven't seen it, nothing yet.

Look at the name of the family that adopted the baby.

''Last Name Raines''

Raines.

Am I crazy? Or this does mean that Mr. Raines is really...

Mr. Parker's brother.

So what does the key fit?

Under the altar of every Catholic church there is a secret chamber,

which hides the relics of each church's patron saint.

And it was nothing.

- Angel's leather pouch. - I'll take that.

Brother Menencious.

Give me the pouch.

Tell me something here.

Brother, why don't you leave the isle?

Too busy trying to kill my mother?

Too busy trying to keep us from the truth?

In seven hundred years, there has always been a Vespusian brother on the island protecting the scrolls.

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

As for your mother,

I don't know what you speak.

Don't you lie to me.

This isn't about lies.

It's you won't give me the pouch,

you can return to hell with it.

He's locked us in, Jarod.

These barrels are going to blow.

There's no way out.

There is one.

Come on.

Are you alright?

I have been there.

Ocee.

Come on.

Ocee.

Ocee.

Did Menencious do this?

No, destiny.

Just curse of scrolls.

''Ocee's Herbal Remedies''

A demon, a serpent and a cherub.

They're all looking at something.

And it's in Angel's handy with sketch.

No, 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 the scrolls.

But what is she telling us?

The day and where it is.

And they can see it.

But where are they?

I know where one of them is.

This's the demon Asmodeus.

Ogress, son of a bitch.

...

All he's staring at is a blank wall.

Perhaps.

I tego.

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 lead us to the scrolls.

Jarod.

Brother Menenacious?

Something tells me he is not the one that kills Ocee.

Someone who doesn't want us to find the scrolls.

You take the serpent, I'll take the cherub.

And watch your back. We are definitely not alone.

Hello.

I carved it myself.

It's beautiful.

Hope you'll find what you are looking for.

''arcana''

Thank you, Angel.

Papa is the only one who calls me Angel.

Friends call me Miss Parker.

''Rest in Piece Little Miss Parker''

''Dei''

I found what the Angel was looking at.

The word ''arcana''.

The serpent is looking at ''Dei''.

I tego arcana dei.

But there is no block that the figure was looking at with those words on it.

Yes.

There is one.

I tego arcana dei.

What's it mean?

Be gone, for I conceal the secrets of God.

What secret secrets god has for us?

That must be brother Vespus.

And these,

must be the scrolls.

I power scrolls.

We knew you could find them,

but we were never able to.

You must be the one that killed Ocee and brother Menenacious.

And you are the one who tried to kill my mother.

Acts that are done for God's good works.

Should always remain acts of piety.

And now, give me those scrolls.

Daddy?

Sure as Hell not Santa Clause.

Brother Renaldus 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 Adama we have the scrolls,

and Jarod.

Long live the Center.

You find them.

Adama, you know a Parker never breaks his promise.

especially when it concerns these scrolls.

I look forward to communicating my pleasure to mu superior in flight.

I cann't help but to imagine our mother's holding that box instead of them.

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

What am I supposed to do, Jarod?

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.

I know you don't need me to do that.

Only you can decide for yourself what ... take a hard look at your life.

A way your mother once did.

Did my mother have this, Ok?

I am not her.

Then who are you?

Your father?

It is Parker's legacy that you want to pass on to your children.

We've been throught all together, you and me,

from when we were kids at the Center,

to the last couple of days,

I know that rarely are ... 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, Jarod.

Maybe we both deserve something more.

Just,

just forget what happened on that island.

Forget the 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.

And it's just the way that damn story goes, Jarod.

Let's go, Daddy.

Halt it.

You are not going on this flight.

- What? - And don't get all bent out of shape.

I will explain everything to you back in Blue Cove.

But daddy, the last time I saw you, you were in a catatonic stupor.

- And... - It was just something that I cooked up with Raines and Lyle,

to keep the Africans sniffing up the wrong flagpole,

while you and Jarod found the prize.

Daddy, is that true?

The Parker's that found the scrolls was that my great-grandfather?

And what about the scrolls?

Is that true that they hold some kind of power?

Not now.

We'll solve everything out back in 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, Broots?

We've been trying to get in touch with you for days,

where have you been?

Somewhere between the hell and turning point.

No, this is hell.

Trust me, it's getting harder by the second.

Did you find my father's blood sample?

Blood? No. The only sample we got was semen.

And is my father my father?

The genetic lab did detect pattern similarities,

so technically, you and your father could be a match.

Technically was hardly arousing endorsement I was hoping for.

Well, see, the thing is ...

that your father's soda seems to be flat.

Sydney, what is he talking about?

A sample of Mr. Parker's sperm count is so low,

especially stereo so the probability of him siring an offspring...

that probability is small.

How small?

The odds against his ability to ever be a father would put that on...

one in ten.

Well, 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 your father actually did have a brother.

who was giving up for adoption three days after his born.

And the adopting family was name Raines.

Are you telling me that Mr. Raines could actually be my father?

Oh, I think I'm going to vomit.

Adama has authenticated the scrolls for the Triumvirate.

He is the happiest Zulu this side of Kampala.

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.

... I don't know what this paternity suit thing is about,

but I do know 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?

... your bad luck, somebody don't want him to be suspicious.

Suspicious of what?

You, Miss Parker.

You are being onboard fouls their plans to double cross Adama and the Triumvirate.

You see another scrolls have been authenticated,

Mr, Lyle and 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 five.

What's the advantage of betraying the Triumvirate?

The supposed power that so called prophesies have been leveraged the Center's been using for years to keep 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 Zulu's believing.

So if the scrolls' becoming the possessions of the Triumvirate in Africa,

the Center's power base is history.

Now I'm guessing your mother discovered this years ago.

And if she found the scrolls, then...

She would've had all the leverage of The Centre,

Or the leverage to end it.

Are we getting ...?

Parker.

Why is she on board?

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

Take these three forward.

Lock up the scrolls.

Let me ask you a question.

Did you ever love her?

It's what little affection you've given her all 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 fashion your entire life around them.

And you never even seen it.

I learned those secrets from my grandfather, and there's nothing pathetic about his legacy, young man.

Oh, yes.

Burning his family to death.

That's a hell like legacy to pass on to your...

well, what you to call her now...

daughter?

Come on.

Hundreds of people over thousands of years have sacrificed their lives to get a glimpse of those scrolls.

And now you hold them in your hands.

Aren't you a little curious?

All that power.

Make sure they are clean.

Not today, cowboy.

Do you mind if I get a blanket?

Who keeps this damn jet is as cold as a morgue.

Get your damn blanket and sit down.

So Jarod was right.

Tell Mr. Parker, we are on to get ready.

Ready for what?

Just do it.

Adjust the air speed to 200 miles and the center 13000.

And put it on auto-pilot.

Now.

Going to someplace?

Just taking a journey that 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.

It's the only way to stop the Parker madness.

The madness that started the Centre.

What?

The scrolls are real.

So it is the pain they inflicted especially on your mother.

I know that now.

I know that.

It's time to fulfill her wish.

And send this evil back where it belongs.

It's controlled that family for too long.

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

We are at 14000 feet and descending.

Auto-pilot has been set to the coordinates as you requested.

Then your services will no longer be needed.

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

No, no, you'll be alright.

That's not they say how 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, Angel.

Wait.

What the hell is going on?

We've lost electronics, the flight panel is ...

Get to the cargo hall.

What happened?

Daddy's jumped with the scrolls. And there is no parachute.

Flight crews are dead and the controls are damaged.

What the hell do we do now?

Well, I would suggest that you un-cuff the one person that can fly this plane and save your lives.

Do it.

Auto control was down.

Going have to find a ... way manually.

Electronics was gone which means no gagues and no landing gear.

unless we fix these blown electronics, we are going down.

Lyle, of the three panels the yellow one is burned down.

We need to circumvent it.

And re-establish the circuit by connecting the wire into the other two.

Yellow to yellow, green to green, blue to blue.

We are going down fast.

Come on, come on.

Ok, ok.

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

Jarod, he's got three wires left, only one of them is blue.

What should he do?

Lyle, you have to choose carefully.

Another word is: Guess.

We have to pray he's right.

Lyle, pick one. Damn it, pick one.

Yes.

Not so fast.

What?

The good news is we are going to be landing in about ten seconds,

the bad new is the landing gear is not deploying appropriately.

So hold on, we are going to crash.

Jarod.

Damn it.

Come on, this thing it's going to blow.

This must have been an emotionally trying time for you.

Are you alright, Miss Parker?

I don't know, Broots.

But thanks.

I just want everything to get...

you know, I always say that I want everything to get back to normal.

No such thing about here.

Oh, no. ... now Raines is in charge.

Raines?

What had you heard?

You looked surprised to see me.

Well, after the way the Africans were behaving ... in Morocco, I figured it beheading was in order.

After they understood that Jarod broke free on the jet,

sadly killed Adama and his guards,

and parachuted away with the scrolls,

They were forgiving, especially proud of the way Mr. Parker gave his life trying to save what was theirs.

Quite a bedtime story.

They kept us alive.

All of us.

They need me, now more than ever.

As well as my children.

Jarod has to be returned.

So...

it's back to normal.

With a twist.

Whichever of you two brings Jarod back,

will also have a long-term future here,

and a future in the Parker legacy.

And whoever fails?

Be careful when you talk about beheadings.

You 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 have some answers.

Insights into the so-called prophecies.

Those answers are somewhere in the ocean, along with my fa...

Do you think that...

there is any chance that he bailed out for the right reasons, Jarod?

Or was his ... just another one of his lies?

I don't know.

Maybe it's time you give youself the gift he never give you.

The truth.

I hope you find your mother.

And what about...

us?

You run, and I chase.

That choice was made for us a long time ago.

Maybe that is the Parker curse.

Yeah.

All of the life we have, Jarod.

Only this time the first one who finds the answers,

leaves.

Jarod.

The prophecies, if they were real,

maybe we could've found out what our future would hold.

If they're real.

The Center shall rise.

The chosen will be found.

A boy named Jarod.

''Island of the haunted''

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