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Previously on The Pretender.

Enough! We don't want him dead.

Nice to meet you, Jarod. I'm Zoe.

I want to stay with you. -I know.

But you can't stay, can you? I can see it in your eyes.

Edna Raines knows things about your mother, Miss Parker.

I need to talk to you about your mother and Mirage.

It could be a matter of life and death.

Edna Raines is dead.

She knew all the secrets, especially about the Mirage Project.

Jarod's e-mail said to keep digging.

It's your mother's grave. Miss Parker, your mother... She's not here.

Then where the hell is she?

Oh, come on. Everybody's been on at least one vacation.

I swear, Zoe, I've never been on vacation.

Not even, uh, Mount Rushmore?

The Alamo? -Mm-mmm.

What about Niagara Falls?

I definitely would have remembered that.

Wait, I did eat at a "Stookey's" off of I-65 once. Does that count?

"Stuckey's." Only if you bought the pecan log.

What's a pecan log? -Oh, you really have never had a vacation, have you?

Who needs a vacation... when I have you?

You swear to me you're in total remission?

Yeah. I probably pissed off a few H. M. O.'s, but what the hell?

Zoe... -Hey.

You're not going all mushy on me, are you?

You have a video phone call.

That's my video phone.

Um, I'll be right back. -Okay.

Hello, Son. -Oh, my God! Dad!

I've been searching for you for over a year. Where have you been?

I know. The boy and I had to go underground for a while.

We kept searching for you too, but with no luck...

until an anonymous tip came my way.

I was able to unscramble your password, which got me into you here.

Then you're both okay? -Thank God the boy and I are both well.

The boy? -He's sort of like my brother. I'll-

I'll explain it to you sometime. Dad, this is Zoe.

Zoe, this is my dad. -Jarod's been pretty damn worried about you, sir.

He's cute. What happened to you?

When can I see you?

We have to be careful. I don't trust the security of this line...

so I'll make it quick.

Jarod, I found Emily.

I found your sister.

What? How? Where is she?

She's a reporter at the Philadelphia Examiner. For security's sake...

I've left vital information about her where abouts on your secured e-mail.

She told me that recently, she was very close to finding you.

Will you bring her back to me, Jarod? -Yes!

Yes, of course I will. -Good luck, Son. Keep me posted.

My-I found my dad. Um-

My-I-We've been looking for my sister for so long...

and now I found her, and I can, uh-

Um-What about our trip?

It can wait. We'll have time.

And if I have any say in the matter, lots of it.

You're not gettin' all mushy on me, are you?

Go find your sister.

Somebody call 911!

She's in the alley!

What happened? -A reporter was attacked.

They say she was thrown out of that window. -A reporter?

An Emily something.

Emily?

Emily?

Emily!

Please help me. -That's what I'm here to do.

I'm going to help you. I'm Jarod. I'm your brother.

Jarod. -Stay with me. Stay with me.

Emily? Emily?

Somebody call an ambulance!

There are Pretenders among us.

I was taken from my family.

Thirty-six 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.

Pupils are unresponsive. Respiration is

shallow at 40. -Pulse is weak and thready.

Probable closed head injury with

internal bleeding and multiple fractures.

Keep her head stabilized. Start an I. V. drip and run a C. B. C.

Page Radiology. We need an abdominal and head CAT scan, stat.

Who initiated C. P. R.? -I did.

Your actions may have saved her life. Are you a doctor?

No.

I'm with the F. B. I.

The victim is someone we've had our eye on for sometime now. -Why?

Let's just say that a few of her journalistic

choices have struck a nerve in D. C.

The victim's office is in here.

Name's Detective Brookins. Call me Stan.

Agent Jarod Curtis.

Tell me what you know, the whole story.

Well, the victim came to the office early this morning.

So early, it was the night shift janitor

that probably saved her life by walking in.

Anyway, from what I can tell, the woman was ambushed here...

then thrown out this window two stories to the pavement.

Any description? -White male, 35-ish, average build, dark suit.

Got the sketch artist workin' on it now.

I want all of her files boxed and sealed and sent to your precinct.

And I'm also gonna need an office for a few days.

Well, it's about time you got back, Lyle.

So, what's the flavor of the day, little brother?

Mail-order mamas from Malaysia?

Or cannibal quiche from the Kalahari?

If you're here to talk with our

father, he's gone. -Well, then find him.

Pounding boilermakers is hardly the breakfast of champions.

This isn't about you. I'm sorry.

Okay, now I know you're sloshed.

What's going on, Parker?

It's about our mother.

She's gone.

Our mother's been dead a long time. -No.

I mean, she's not there. I mean, her...

She's not there? What do you mean she's not there, Parker?

Parker?

You wouldn't understand anyway.

But I wanna know. -Bet you do.

Message voice box 04. Record.

It's me.

I've got a bad feeling Miss Parker knows about Catherine's empty grave.

You believe someone stole your mother's body?

Except for this scotch-induced earthquake rattling between my ears...

I'm not sure exactly what to believe anymore.

Let's face it, Sydney. Catherine Parker's body being gone...

fits in with all the other bizarre happenings around here.

The reappearance of Edna Raines who,

after 30 years, everyone thought was dead.

And who now really is dead, thanks to the bald butcher she called "Hubby."

The murder of that harmless clerk Leonard down in SL 26...

because he just happened to see the wrong memo.

And now, Catherine Parker's empty grave.

That's a lot of strange coincidences.

No. Not coincidence. Mirage.

Mirage? You mean what Edna Raines told you before she died?

What was on both of those memos, the one I found on Lyle's desk...

and the one that killed that clerk.

Well, oddities, yes...

but status quo here at the Centre.

I never thought I'd hear you say...

"Murder is business as usual, " Syd.

At times it is best to let some things go.

My mother's grave is empty, Sydney.

Maybe she had otherwishes that you didn't know about.

For her burial, I mean. People sometimes make choices...

that are difficult to explain.

No.

This is one big fish I'm reeling in.

Broots, our best evidence... We follow the body.

In this case, my mother's. We start with the autopsy records.

Parker?

Why won't you let go of this?

Because something inside me is telling me to do this.

And I'm listening.

Her condition is only fair, Agent Curtis.

So please minimize your time with her. -I will. Thank you.

Em?

It's your brother...

Jarod.

I was too late this morning. I'm sorry.

But I'll never be late again.

I promise you.

How goes the world tour?

Indeference to Winston Churchill...

or whoever the hell said it...

"The sun never sets on the Centre."

And I'm making sure it never sets on the Parkers either.

Glad to hear it.

Since when is Raines hosting Triumvirate personnel?

He'll be a blip on our radar as long as everything goes well with Mirage.

Unfortunately, we've got company there.

I've all but confirmed that Sis is on that same track.

Ah, damn. -Oh, it's nothing.

She's way behind the curve. I'll make sure she stays there.

I don't want her knowing for her own good.

Hell, if she knew the truth, she'd only wish she didn't.

Okay.

God! What'd I just step in? -I don't know.

But if you hurry, you can still catch it. -Ew!

I can't believe you actually found

Catherine Parker's autopsy files, Broots.

Well, I haven't found it yet. But, according to Buzzie...

the only way to download a visual archive in the Sublevel...

is to tap directly into the Sublevel's mainframe terminals.

Who the hell is Buzzie? -My pal down in Communications.

You know the old guy with the hearing aids?

He's always griping about the constant ringing in his ears.

I've got that problem myself. -Get this.

You know the rumor that J. F. K. was kept alive as a vegetable somewhere?

Buzzie claims it was right here in SL 18.

Yeah, right next door to the alien corpses Nixon showed Jackie Gleason.

That was here too? -Hey!

This is it.

Wow. This is the room where they did your mother's autopsy.

This shouldn't take long.

Sydney?

Parker, you okay? -Fine, Syd.

I got it. -This begins the visual data archive...

to be known as number 566773.

The autopsy of Catherine Elaine Parker.

Date and time to follow.

Dr. William Raines, M. E.

Versatile guy, that Raines.

Beats 'em, bursts them, slices and dices.

Initial findings indicate...

a single gunshot wound into the cranial region as cause of death.

Angle and force of the head wound...

strongly indicate the gunshot was self-inflicted.

Let's just skip to the end, Broots.

Oh, God. We've heard all these lies before.

I just need to see where the body goes.

Box the body for transport per the family wishes.

On a personal note, I would simply like to go

on record to express my heartfelt remorse...

and to say that this is and will always be...

a tragic death in the annals of the Centre...

the likes of which I hope never to encounter again.

So, what now?

We do a little exploratory surgery of our own...

see just how remorseful Dr. Death really is.

I'm as sorry as I can be about the attack on Emily.

I sort of connected with her...

her lookin' for her family...

me not ever knowing my father and mother.

I'm sorry.

She was so close to changing all that for herself.

What do you mean? -Well, she was hot on the trail of her brother.

Said she was, like, this close to finding him.

She'd tear up everytime she talked about it.

When was the last time that you saw my-uh, the victim?

Um, must have been a couple of nights ago.

To tell you the truth, she seemed a little tense.

Said something about being, uh, close to a big discovery.

The brother that she was looking for?

I-I don't think so.

This was something disturbing to her. It wasn't a happy discovery.

Did you find something?

I'm not sure. Uh, thank you for your time...

but I'd like to look around for a little bit.

Sure. Hey, you saved me a trip.

I was about to go into town and tell the police

about this guy that was hanging around here.

It-It was the same guy from the police sketch in the evening paper.

I-I can't believe they left out the most important part of the description.

The fact that... Well, the guy was missing a thumb.

I've never even met you.

Who said anything about breakfast?

Mr. Lyle?

Something tells me you haven't read the morning's paper.

You try to kill with kindness, and this is what happens.

Put a team together. We're goin' back to Philly A. S. A. P.

Right.

Allow me.

I'm not going to Sublevel 18.

Oh. But you should.

It's a regular "Freaks-R-Us" down there. You know the history.

J. F. K, dead Martians. The room

where you did my mother's autopsy.

It's gonna be a bitch gettin' that tank up and down the stairs.

It's common knowledge I performed your mother's autopsy.

But... is it common knowledge...

that my mother's body isn't in her grave?

What are you talking about?

What the hell did you do with her body, you ghoul?

What any responsible medical examiner would have done...

honor the wishes of the deceased.

If you have a problem with that, take it up with her...

because this discussion is over.

Miss Parker, you told him about your mother's empty grave?

He's gonna... He could... He could...

He could lead us right to the answer.

You told him on purpose.

That fish I said I'd be reeling in, I just baited the hook.

Now we troll.

You with us, Syd?

I'm sorry, Agent Curtis...

but I cannot in good conscience allow the victim to be transferred.

How would your conscience feel when they put

you in jail for violation of a federal order?

That order is worthless in my eyes. -I have seen her charts.

Her edema levels are back to normal, as well as her vital signs.

The answer's still no. -Whoever tried to kill her knows he failed...

and he will be back to finish the job, I guarantee you that.

Releasing her to the next of kin would be my

only option here. And correct me if I'm wrong...

but so far, none have turned up.

Until now. I'm Emily's father...

and I think you should give the agent here what he wants.

I'll prep her for immediate release.

It's so good to see you. -How is she?

She's going to be okay. -Great.

Check over there. Willie, stairs.

You, follow me.

How many were there? -Four.

Go! Go!

238.

Damn! Where did she go?

Released. She just went downstairs. -Take the stairs.

That ambulance over there is mine.

I know a place that we can be safe.

You drive.

Good way to get yourself killed, pal. Out of my way.

See this woman come this way anywhere? -Nope. Never seen her.

Damn!

I wanna thank you, Sister Mary, for everything you've done for us.

After all you've done for our parish, Jarod...

you just stay as long as you want.

And we'll take very good care of Emily.

Nothing.

No luck, huh? -It's like he doesn't exist.

Well, whoever this guy is, Emily's been tracking him for a while.

Here, let me give you a hand with the notes.

"Misplaced personality disorder." "Man with no name."

"Talks to voices." "Enigma."

Maybe it's a story she's been working on.

Or a life long mystery she's been trying to solve.

She thought this guy might have been you.

She's been searching, just like me.

Just like... we all have.

Why would the Centre want to murder her?

And how does he fit in?

Boy, you put the worm on...

and he took it hook, line and sinker.

Man.

But I never pegged Raines for the rustic type.

In the middle of nowhere, you can't hear anyone scream.

I need to get to that fire.

Anything, Broots?

Looks like a Raines time capsule.

Everything from old mortgage papers to his kid's kindergarten artwork.

Move over, Monet.

Looks like "Ethan." His son?

I've tried not to fire too many synapses

remembering things about the Raines family.

You think Raines used to live here?

Well, we used to visit his house occasionally...

but it was on the other side of town.

Maybe he used this place as some kind of personal storage depot.

Yeah. Well, no offense against his kid's artwork...

but this is starting to feel like a dead-end trip down memory lane.

Miss Parker?

I think another street just opened up.

Huh. St. Christopher medal.

Miss Parker, look.

Emily? Emily?

Hi.

It's me, Em. It's your brother.

Jarod? -Dad's here too.

We're all together now.

Take your time. Take your time. What is it you wanna tell us?

I found this picture in your research files.

You thought he was me, didn't you? Who is he?

Ethan.

Ethan? -He hears the voices. Talks-

He talks to the voices. I read that in your notebook. What voices, Emily?

Hey, I think she should rest. Come on.

Okay.

NuGenesis.

NuGenesis? My God.

The Centre Fertility Clinic?

I have no fond memories of that place.

Here.

"AA8585." Is that a file number?

From NuGenesis? -Does that have anything to do with this man Ethan?

Follow NuGenesis. Follow him.

Follow him.

Emily? Emily?

You know, if you consider yourself any kind of friend of hers...

you'll destroy those disks.

And you will destroy it now! -But I can't!

I can't, Sydney. I don't really have a choice in the matter, do I?

I mean, this is Miss Parker's life.

This is her past. She has every right to see it. -See what?

Do what you must, Broots.

But I won't be a part of opening this Pandora's box.

What Pandora's box?

I was able to reconstruct one tiny piece of the disks...

we found at Raines's forest house.

The same place we were today? -Yeah, but-Just watch.

I hope you're feeling comfortable here, Catherine...

after all you've been through.

I never thought I'd see the day when I'd be

thanking you for your kindness, Dr. Raines.

But thank you.

My mother was there. -Yeah. But what's important is the date.

Look. Look at the date code on the D. S. A.

Your mother was shot and killed at the Centre in April.

This says June. There must be a mis... -No.

It's physically and technically impossible...

to alter the dates on the Centre D. S. A. surveillance system.

Sydney didn't want me to show you this. I don't know why.

But it's a lock.

Your mother did not die in that elevator, Miss Parker.

Are you saying my mother is still alive?

Your mother alive? Does this make any sense?

Do you think that was hers? -I don't remember it, but anything's possible.

Keep decoding the forest house archives. And don't tell anyone.

Not even Sydney? -Especially Sydney.

He's done everything except handcuff me to a freight train...

to keep me from digging into this.

There must be someone you can trust.

Where's Angelo?

Looks like the same kind of insanity I grew up with.

Are you sure this is the address Emily gave us for Ethan?

Positive.

He's been videotaping himself for years.

Is there anything on NuGenesis AA8585?

Nope. But there's enough material here to write a dissertation on bomb-making.

But this guy's taken it a step further.

He's designing his own bomb.

Huh. Look. There's an unmailed letter...

to his parents, the Clausens.

According to this time code, this video was made less than one hour ago.

There's your little bomb-maker. Let's see what he's been up to.

Just leave me alone!

Who's he talking to? -I know I shouldn't yell.

I won't be bad anymore.

According to Emily's notes...

there were signs of erratic behavior, of multiple personalities.

He must be wrestling with some kind of demons inside.

Emily said he could hear the voices, whatever that means.

Yeah? Hey, hey, listen.

I'm in trouble. I need to talk to you.

Yes, I'm-I'm almost ready with 7677.

I-I just need a few more components. But I'm tellin' you, I need to talk.

You swear that after the explosion...

the pain will be gone?

They're promising him his inner torture will end

if he pulls off some kind of bombing for them.

The Centre. -Who else?

Okay, I'll do it. First, I wanna see my mom and dad.

Why won't you let me see my mom and dad? It's been so long.

I-I-I wrote them a letter.

Why can't I send it?

They do love me!

I know.

I know you do too.

What? Are you sure? -What's he doing?

He's talking to the voices. -He's gonna hurt my mom and dad?

He can't hurt my mom and dad.

Wherever he's going, he's not coming back...

and he's taking his bomb with him.

Come on. Let's go.

It's not my fault that Jarod found his sister before the Sweeper team did.

It's your fault she was still alive.

Well, what did you teach me about water under the bridge?

If it gets deep enough, it'll drown you. What about Mirage?

We're still searching. -Oh, that's perfect.

My daughter is searching for a ghost...

my son is searching for a monster.

Last one alive wins, hmm?

Secrets and lies.

Secrets and lies.

When it comes to the Centre, Angelo, secrets and lies are like oxygen.

Lies.

Angelo, I need you to empath this for me.

It may have belonged to my mother.

Your mother wore this. Her journey not over.

My mother is still out there?

Illusions are real.

What's that mean?

Mirages are real.

What's "Mirage, " Angelo?

Mirages are real.

Tell me what that means!

Miss Parker. -He's on your side.

Angelo sorry.

He doesn't know the answers.

But Sydney knows.

Sydney knows all the secrets and lies.

Oh, please.

Please don't be dead. Please.

Don't leave me.

Please don't leave. Please.

You did this.

No, I swear I didn't do this.

You hurt them!

Why? Why?

Ethan, I didn't hurt them. I swear to you.

I did not kill them.

Somebody hurt them.

Somebody killed my parents.

Please, let me help you.

Help? -My sister Emily...

she followed you because she wanted to help you.

That's all I want to do. -There's no help for me.

Not from you. There's only one person who can help me now.

Ethan! Ethan!

Freeze! -I'm F. B. I. It's okay. It's okay.

F. B. I.

There were reports of shots fired. -Upstairs. Two bodies.

I was too late.

You knew my mother was alive, but you didn't tell me?

Yes.

Then give me one good reason not to blow your Flemish brains out.

I promised her I wouldn't tell you.

Well, as you know...

I gave your mother her last psychiatric session...

less than an hour before her supposed murder.

Supposed suicide in the elevator. -"Supposed."

What does that mean, Sydney?

Catherine? Catherine, please relax.

Sydney, I just found out that someone I love is planning to kill me.

Who? -I can't tell you. A friend.

But it's forcing me to...

to make a very difficult decision.

I'm going to stage my death in hopes of saving my life.

I don't understand. -And I don't have time to explain it all.

But you know these people, what they're capable of.

I try not to imagine.

Their latest is a project called Mirage...

and they've made me a key player.

My only way out is dying, by their hands or my own.

This is dangerous talk.

These are dangerous times, Sydney. I'll do what I have to to survive.

And then I'll come back and rescue Jarod and Angelo and my little girl.

What about your little girl?

She's my gift from God...

and I don't know how to save her without causing her this pain.

Promise me, Sydney. Swear to me that you'll protect her...

that you'll never tell her about this.

You owe me. -I know I do.

Whatever happens, no matter how badly she wants to know...

I don't want my baby girl to ever have to face the true tragedy...

of her family's secret.

Promise me. -I promise.

Godspeed, Catherine.

An hour later, the gunshot rang out.

You know the rest. I never saw Catherine again.

Do you know what it is? -What?

Mirage. The tragedy... of my family's secret?

I'm afraid I don't. That is the truth.

Ethan's parents were murdered as a message to him.

Finish the 7677 bombing, or else. Sounds

like a message from the Centre to me.

That has the Centre fingerprints all over it. -This too.

You hacked into the NuGenesis mainframe? -Uh-huh.

And you won't believe what I found in file number AA8585.

AA8585 was a shipment...

of cryogenically frozen sperm samples.

They were airlifted to the Centre decades ago.

Someone wanted to get pregnant pretty badly.

Yeah, but they weren't just anyone's samples, Jarod.

They were mine.

How much does Jarod know? -We're not sure.

But Major Charles's seminal records have been compromised at NuGenesis.

And there's more. Jarod was spotted at the parents' house.

Before or after they were killed? -After, thank God.

And Mirage?

He's still out there.

There's gotta be some way to get to Jarod before he beats us to him.

There is one. We give him something...

more important to go after.

Something named Zoe.

Good thinking, Mr. Cox.

It only gets stranger and stranger.

More on your records at NuGenesis? -Yeah.

For the past 25 years, comparative genetic test follow-ups...

have been conducted using my D. N. A.

The question is, who or what are they comparing it to?

It doesn't say. But the results were sent to a private residence...

in Blue Cove, Delaware.

Come on.

Okay, let's go.

You all right?

Something feels... weird.

We're talkin' Mr. Raines. It's supposed to be weird. -No.

This is weirder than him.

What are we lookin' for? -The truth.

I'll check over here.

No.

It's not over there.

How do you know, Son?

I just know. It's-

It's like a strange deja vu.

What are you mumbling about? -I decoded

some of the archives from the forest house.

And, well, if a picture's worth more than a thousand words...

I think I've just uncovered a thesaurus.

This is about six months after your mother supposedly died.

Well? -He'll be here in a few minutes.

You sure you wanna do this?

I have to.

What? What did she have to do? -Well, wait. Just watch that door.

Like you've seen this place before?

It's like I've been here before.

Oh, my God.

Jarod out of the Centre? Impossible. How could that be?

Secrets and lies.

Hi, Jarod. -Hello, Mrs. Parker.

Thank you for coming.

Close the door.

Gynecological instruments? What is all this stuff?

Tools of the trade.

A birthing table? -The question is, whose?

Come here, Jarod.

There's something I wanna tell you.

My mother was pregnant?

You're going to have a brother.

This is just too weird.

Birthing tables, incubators...

genetic follow-ups of my semen.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

I have a brother.

I have a brother?

Jarod and I share a brother?

It must be Ethan.

But where is he? -My parents are gone.

Mom is dead. Dad is dead.

I'm your father now.

To be continued...

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