Previously on the Pretender:
I have been thinking a lot about my mom lately.
Me too. Everyday.
I'm not like everyone else around here,
I am not afraid of your father.
Things haven't been the same since they arrived here.
You put a gun on me, no big deal.
Cos I know you don't have the rocks to pull the trigger.
You are going to shoot me?
Cafeteria closed?
Ah, Miss Parker.
Everyone's supposed to leave the Centre for today's fire security test.
Then why are you playing with matches?
I don't follow.
Hayes, if you're going to work for me,
you need to understand three things.
First, keep the tie straight.
Second,
get a new tie.
And the third?
Candy's for the clients.
- What? - Ah, there you are sweetheart.
Daddy.
- Is that you? - Well, unless you've got another father somewhere I don't know about.
Listen, I tried you at the house.
What are you doing at the Centre on a Sunday, especially this Sunday.
A false alarm on Jarod. Where are you?
About to get on a Centre helicopter.
I'll be at Blue Cove tonight.
But your vacation?
I didn't feel like laying around on a beach.
I couldn't forget what day this is.
I've been thinking a lot about your mother.
- You have? - Surprised?
Um, ah, It's just that you've never called me like this on this day, I mean.
Well, when you get to where I am in life regrets start to eat you up.
There are lots of things that I've been meaning to say to you and to her for a long time.
I'm here, daddy, for you.
Ah, be there at seven, will you?
I was just leaving for the cemetery
but we could go and see mum together?
Yeah. For once there'll just, just three of us.
Wait for me.
I'll be at home. Daddy...
Mum, No... Mum, no.
I miss you, mum.
The anniversary of a parent's death can be a heavy cross to bear,
especially alone.
If you would like company at the cemetery?
Thanks but I won't be bearing a cross alone this year.
Your father?
I have visited my mother's grave every year
on the anniversary of her death
but my father would never talk about it.
Why is it people wait until the end of their lives before...
they... face regrets?
Regret is born of a parried emotion.
But your mother's death is a wound,
a wound that not even the Parkers can ignore forever.
You've never seen him grieve, have you?
Until you do,
until you can share your grief with him,
you will never heal.
Daughter... sad.
Well, well, well.
Look what the cat dragged in.
Stealing office supplies?
Reviewing your past attempts to catch Jarod.
Not pretty.
Splash a little colour on, love.
So depressing.
- Daddy? - Have you spoken to your father today?
What the hell do you want?
I want to help you.
- Where are you now? - I'm leaving Blue Cove.
- What is it Jarod? - Turn around and get back to the Centre as fast as you can.
Why?
Someone is going to kill your father.
There are pretenders among us
I was taken from my family.
Thirty-Six Hours, he has already demonstrated more talent than any of our others.
How many people died because of what I thought up?
Since I broke up, I spent every moment searching for my past.
He is a pretender.
A genius who can become anyone that he wants to be.
- The Center wants him alive. - Preferably.
He defends the weak and the abused.
Life is a gift.
THE PRETENDER Season 2 Episode 12 Toy Surprise
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You are a doctor?
I am, today.
Someone has ordered your father's assassination.
My source says there's a file in the Centre's mainframe tagged "Arkham".
Apparently it explains everything.
Jarod, this is the wrong day for games.
I know what today is Miss Parker.
The Centre took your mother away from you
just like they took me away from mine.
Don't let them finish the job by killing your father.
My father kept you in the Centre your entire life, Jarod.
Why would you want to help him?
Because if he dies
my answers die with him.
And so do yours.
Jarod, I don't know about this.
Mr Compty, I've spoken with Chris's former counsellors.
We all agree. He's ready for this climb both physically and mentally.
I want to believe that hiking and mountain climbing are going to help
but ever since Chris's accident last year
we've tried therapists, retreats, vacations, everything.
I just want the old Chris back.
That's why I'm here.
He's just lost his best friend.
It takes time to heal from that kind of pain.
You spoke like a man who's experienced some loss himself.
I'm not giving up on your son without a fight.
Chris. Jarod Crockett.
We've got a tough trail ahead of us
if we're going to beat the others back to the base camp.
Are you ready to climb this monster?
I'm ready to go home.
The truth is I'd rather be home.
I'm missing my daughter's dance class.
The Arkham files, Broots. Focus.
It would a lot of easier to find if I could use my workstation.
I don't know why we can't use the tech room.
Because the tech room is the first place they would look.
Who? There's nobody here.
People trying to kill my father.
What?
- Oh God, I'm sorry. - Now, you know what this is about.
Ok. Arkham.
- Have you been able to reach your father? - His phone's dead.
So's the radio on the chopper.
He lands on the Tower's helipad in four hours.
Sydney when he called,
he... was reaching out to me.
Be careful, Parker.
He's disappointed you before.
Sydney, you were there the day that my mother was killed.
Did you ever see him...
Grieve over her?
Tell me.
Moments after she died, your father told me never to speak about it.
not to you, Jarod, anyone.
He ordered me back to work as if nothing had happened
Then...
What?
Then he said, life goes on.
Daughter sad.
Everyone sad.
Daughter sad.
This compass isn't working right.
I think we're lost.
I think you're right.
Whatever, it's not my fault.
You have to report positions to me.
We're a team out here. We have to communicate.
You guides are all the same.
Always trying to bug me out.
Bug you out?
Yeah, get me to communicate.
You want me to talk about stuff.
Back off. I don't need your help.
You don't have to go through this alone.
Just climb, ok?
Well, that might be easier than you think.
"Jeep is dead, I have gone ahead to station. "
You thinking what I'm thinking?
What?
Short cut.
We get this thing working.
We take the fire trail out of here
and we beat everybody to the cliff face.
I do not know.
Come on. We'll get done faster.
It'll be our little secret.
You're good with secrets, aren't you, Chris?
I got it! I got Arkham.
Arkham?
What are you doing here?
I live here.
You wheeze, I'll shoot you.
Ah, Miss parker?
- We've a little problem here. - Open the file, Broots.
Ah, I can't. The files' like a doorbell on it
- and if I open it, a warning's going to be sent... - Then whoever is behind this will know that we're here.
Ding dong. He already does. Do it!
Ah, it's encrypting.
It's turning into gibberish.
Did you see what it said?
Ah, neutralisation, ah, nineteen hundred hours...
Seven PM.
That's the exact time your father is due to land on the Tower helipad.
So it's true. They're going to murder my father.
I have no knowledge of this.
You son of a bitch.
I'd say we're all in the dark on this one, Miss Parker.
No computers. No phones. No power.
Doors are electronically sealed.
Sub-level lock down.
Designed to keep the Centre intact during a nuclear event.
Or a palace coup against my father.
Override the lock down.
Impossible.
- If you think I'm going to sit here like one of your caged lab rats... - I'm trapped too, Miss Parker.
My oxygen tank is almost empty.
Would I do that to myself?
Whoever is trying to kill your father now knows you're here.
And they'll come for you too.
Raines has a point.
Now, is it possible that the lock down has something to do with the fire security test?
There is no test you moron.
They wanted to clear the Centre.
Now I'm laying odds that Nosferatu has a sniper on the helipad.
I don't believe Raines had anything to do with this.
Wake up and smell the oxygen Syd.
He's behind everything.
Can you unlock the Arkham files?
Well, I... I've got them on disk. It will take a couple of hours, give or take.
I've got less than two and my father's dead, do you understand?
Easy Parker.
Broots is doing the best he can.
Could it be that the elevators have a back up power system?
Oh, Hayes.
- Who? - My new sweaper.
Ah, I left him voice-mail after I called you two.
Now, his orders are to find me in the sim lab
if he hasn't heard from me within the hour.
Well, that's now. We're in the clear.
That's if he got the message.
Parker family motto. Never depend on anyone but yourself.
Give me the sim lab. This is Hayes.
Hello? Hello?
I'm unable to contact the Centre sir.
Keep trying.
Try it now.
Nah. We've got to push start it.
I'm going to pop the clutch. You give me a good push.
Think you've got it in you?
Yeah, whatever.
Ready?
- Jarod? - My brakes!
Jarod.
Jarod. Jarod.
The Centre's original boiler system extends through every sub-level
right up to the lobby.
Damn!
Tragically ironic that all this is happening on the anniversary of your mother's suicide.
Murder.
And don't talk about her.
Please. Help me out of here.
I'll help you out of there.
Miss Parker.
Are you okay?
Why wouldn't I be?
I just haven't seen you in awhile, since...
since what happened to your mother.
She killed herself, Jarod.
She was sick.
What's his name?
They call him Angelo.
Sydney says he's special,
but I can't get through to him.
Maybe I can.
Cracker Jack?
You've never had them?
The snack with a toy surprise.
Why would someone want a surprise in their food?
Surprise.
You did it?
What about the elevator?
Oh, I've found some tools.
And look. These. Walkie talkies.
My father lands in ninety minutes. What about the Arkham file?
It'll take three hours at least.
Sounds like he's got even less.
I'd better stay with him. His pulse is bad.
Alright, if you don't hear from us in twenty minutes,
I want you to forget Mr Clean and get out.
You're my failsafe, Syd, in case we get nailed.
Wait. What do you mean nailed?
Back Broots.
Stay here.
Stop or you're dead!
Miss Parker.
Breathe now.
- Who? Who? - Sweepers.
But I don't know either one.
Come on, Let's go.
Jarod? Jarod.
- What happened? - You flipped the jeep.
- Is that hurt? - Only when I blink.
I gotta get you out of here.
I think I broke my leg.
Chris, you have to go get help.
They're going to send a search.
I mean, when we don't show up, they're going to come looking for us.
Chris I could be bleeding internally. You have to go get help.
Just... just climb over that cliff.
There should be a road.
You can do it.
I cannot! I cannot!
Sydney, we're at the elevator.
What?
Oh. It's a bullet hole.
They haven't fixed that after all these years?
It's the Centre.
They're always trying to send a message.
Chris, you have to go get help.
God, Oh, my god.
Listen to me! You have to go get help.
No, I can't. No! I can't do that.
Yes. You can.
This is about your car accident, isn't it?
It's about how your best friend died.
You listen to me.
Accidents happen. People die.
- That is no secret. - Why do you keep saying that?
Because I can help you, if you let me.
Let me help you.
Nick wanted to go for a shortcut that night.
He was going too fast.
We spun out and we hit a tree and jammed the steering wheel into him.
What happened?
And then the cops got there and his car was on fire
and I was outside and Nick was still inside.
Nick died instantly. You can't blame yourself for that.
That's what I'm trying to tell you. He didn't. I let him die.
I let him die.
You'll enjoy this.
I had one of those...
parental wakeup calls at breakfast,
you know, time sure flies.
My little Debbie tells me she knows what she wants to do in life.
She's ten.
Anyway, she says...
You ever think of getting out of here, Broots?
Excuse me?
The Centre. Leaving.
Taking Debbie and just going somewhere... else.
Yeah!
Actually lots of times.
Do it.
Don't worry about what other people think.
Don't buy into the false security of staying put.
If you think that's what you need to do, then do it.
Do it for Debbie.
and do it now
because the next elevator you get on...
I... I never knew your mother, Miss Parker
but I bet the choices she made
had everything to do with her little girl.
So what does Debbie want to do with her life?
She says she wants to be just like you.
Here we go. We're going to the lobby.
Wait for me.
Love.
I'm getting real sick of you.
You should not have searched the mainframe.
And where exactly are Broots and Sydney?
I thought Stooges travelled in threes.
By the way,
fire drills are for pyros and grade schoolers.
Can't blame a girl for trying.
If you were at the cemetery,
crying your little eyes out like you were supposed to be
you wouldn't be in this tricky little mess, now would you?
Don't you think it's time to turn off the faucet.
How appropriate for you to die in this elevator.
Just like mummy.
If there is one place that I'm not dying, it's here.
Miss Parker, you've been shot.
It's like a flesh wound. It must have been a ricochet.
Yeah, off my arm.
- You're bleeding pretty badly, Miss Parker. - It is nothing.
No. Sit down.
Where the hell are we?
We are at SL-26.
Yeah, that's right.
Nice shot!
I hear something.
Wait! Wait! You're not going out there.
Here.
I want to kill her, not screw her.
Can you think of anything better?
I got your back.
Now I feel better.
Bet you never thought you'd get buried with a coward?
Is that what you are, Chris?
Is that what Nick would think of you?
What happened that night?
We were inside of the car.
I was upside down when I came to.
I looked over, Nick was stuck under the steering wheel.
There was blood everywhere.
He's looking over at me.
His eyes all scared.
They're begging me to help him.
And then the fire started coming in
the smoke.
I just sat there frozen.
I can still see his eyes.
What did you do?
I slid out of the car.
And I crawled away.
Then the flames grew bigger.
I could hear his voice calling me from the fire.
I should've burned, Jarod.
I should have died.
Nick was pinned inside that car. You couldn't have saved him if you wanted to.
Because I ran away.
If you had stayed in that car, you would have died.
Your response was human.
I ran away!
I know what loss is like.
I watched my brother die in a car accident.
Not a day goes by that I don't blame myself
that I don't think of something that I could've done.
As time went by
he forgave me.
I hear his voice inside of me.
Just like you hear Nick's.
What would he want you to do now?
Wait, Miss Parker. Careful. Did you hear that sound?
Oh! I'm officially in hell.
Give me that walkie.
Angelo.
Broots, how's the Arkham file coming?
- Two hours. - Great.
My father lands in one.
You gotta get me back to the lobby, Broots.
Tasty.
Daughter
sad.
You miss your mother, don't you?
She used to give me these.
It's just me and my daddy now.
But he's always working.
My mum and I used to talk about things.
She would brush my hair
or we'd read together.
My mum's gone too.
I talk to her though.
Her voice is inside of me
just like your mother's is inside of you.
Mum. They're trying to hurt mum.
Daddy. Trying to hurt Daddy.
Daughter sad.
Wait! What are you...
Don't touch that.
He's speeding it up.
- Golden Hawk down. - What?
There's no sniper. She's sabotaged the helicopter.
Golden Hawk down.
It's a distance sensitive triggering device.
- A what? - A triggering device.
As soon as the helicopter gets within a hundred feet of the tower
an explosive device goes off.
The helicopter loses control and crashes.
But it looks like an accident.
Exactly.
Toy surprise.
I told you I don't want any!
Ah. Surprise.
It is a DSA.
And it's dated the day of my mother's death.
Where is Jarod?
He's been taken to his space, Mr Parker.
What happened to Catherine?
My wife was very sick.
Troubled, yes.
But suicide?
You'll never discuss this incident with anyone.
Ever.
Not with Jarod
and especially not with my daughter.
Go home, now!
I want you back in this laboratory tomorrow,
ready to work.
Life goes on, Sydney.
Life goes on.
Daddy sad.
Must save Daddy.
Let's finish this.
The boiler hatch should be right over there.
Parker, where are you?
We're at SL-26 heading for the boiler.
You've got to hurry, your father lands in less than thirty minutes.
Tell me something I don't know.
Miss Parker! Up there!
The boiler goes all the way up to the lobby.
Let's hope I'm not too late.
Everything's in place.
Thirty minutes until Centre airspace and the triggering point.
You ready?
Yeah I think I am.
Jarod.
Hurry back.
- Maybe I should go with you? - No, I can move faster alone.
Wow. Twenty-six floors in fifteen minutes.
Are you sure you're ok to do this?
- Do you remember the code to the power bunker? - I've got it, Broots.
Good luck.
Yes.
Syd, I'm in the lobby. Hayes is dead.
Raines isn't far behind.
I'm plugging him into the Centre's oxygen system.
Get the power on.
- Put the walkie to his ear. - We don't have time, Parker.
Do it!
Are you trying to kill my father?
No.
Who is?
The same people who killed your mother.
Who?
He's blacking out!
Miss Parker, you have got five minutes.
The Centre's in sight. It'll be good to be home.
Hello, love!
You don't give up, do you?
Drop the accent. Nobody's buying it any more.
Fine with me bitch. Too much damn work anyway.
That's the problem with you Parkers.
You never finish what you started.
You look finished to me.
You okay?
Yeah! Nick would be proud.
I know, he told me.
Thank you.
Son, your dad's waiting for you.
Bye.
"Teen Dies in Weekend Accident: A Friendship is Shattered"
Sorry for the false alarm but it was for a good cause.
But your leg is broken.
I eat a lot of ice cream. Calcium.
It's good for you.
Bridget will be dealt with.
I want you to know.
Let's not talk about that now.
God, It's... it's beautiful here.
You've never been back?
Not since the burial.
I couldn't bring myself to face her.
From now on, every year we come here, together.
There are things I've wanted to say...
You don't have to say anything Daddy.
It's just good to have you back.
Are you ok?
Life goes on.
- Parker. - I'm glad your father is alright.
Thank you,Jarod.
You miss her?
Yes.
She misses you too.
How can you be so sure?
Read the card.
"Her voice is inside you. "
"Toy Surprise" End
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