Previously on The Pretender.
Problem at the Centre?
My father's been at his desk at 7:00 for the last 35 years.
- Two weeks in a row, he's a no-show. - That's weird.
Thank God you're back, Daddy.
Who the hell are you? Mr. Lyle?
- [Mr. Lyle] Brigitte is the new Cleaner. - Am I in The Twilight Zone?
We thought it would be a good idea to have Brigitte...
provide assistance in the capture ofJarod.
[Broots] He's been barking orders and all the smart people seem to be following them.
- [Sydney] Maybe he's part of the Triumvirate. - [Broots] The Triumvirate?
[Miss Parker] What the hell would they be doing here?
Seizing power- Their appearance certainly would explain...
your father's disappearance.
Why would they make my father disappear?
[Broots] Because someone shot Raines.
They're not gonna stop till they find out who did.
Who is Mr. Lyle?
[Weakly] He's the bogeyman.
The money was rerouted through the Centre's offices in Omaha...
and withdrawn electronically.
They're double-checking the transfer records.
They're hoping it's an accounting mistake.
Jarod stole $15 million of Centre funds and donated it to charity.
The only mistake is rubbing our noses in it.
"Your welcomed and surprisingly generous donation...
"will help the organization for years to come.
"The million dollars will bring much hope andjoy to the children.
"God bless. Prayers be with you.
Have a nice day."
I'll get him.
Please do.
Jarod's a lot more dangerous than I thought.
[Jarod] I like ice cream. I really like ice cream.
- Here you go, Jarod. - Thank you, Phil.
- That's a very interesting device. - It's a Whee-Lo.
- And its purpose is? - Nothin'. Just goes round and round and round.
- So it chases itself in a circle. - Yep.
Would you be interested in selling that for ten dollars?
- Sorry. - Fifteen?
I couldn't. My grandpa gave it to me for my birthday.
- Twenty? - Twenty-five.
Sold.
Thank you.
Wow.
[Man] Hey, kiddo.
Got some burger, some fries, gonna set you up nice here. Okay, sir?
- Dad. - Hey.
[No Audible Dialogue]
I'm gonna be right back. Okay?
[Sighs]
[Man] How you doin; Scooter?
Dewey, you know, you shouldn't come around here.
How else are we supposed to get an ice-cream cone?
Freaky weather.
Must be a hundred degrees in the shade. You look good, Scott.
- What do you want, Nick? - It's not what I want.
It's what I need-you.
Oh, you know, no. Not this time.
- Opportunity knocks. - Oh, really?
'Cause your last opportunity cost me seven years of my life.
- [Lid Slams] - Geez, come on. Ten months I've been out of prison.
I just got my son back, okay? I'm not interested.
Get interested.
- [Boy] Dad? - Shawn, go wait out front. I'll be right there.
Go on, Shawn. You do what your daddy says, okay?
- But- - Just go. Please.
I see your dilemma.
The deal is, one job and you and I are history.
- Why don't you get Martinez? - Dead.
He said no.
[Scott Sighs]
Crew?
The three of us, plus one.
And who opens the safe?
Trinney's sending some guy in from Brooklyn.
One R.H. Cross.
- Cross? I don't know him. - I don't know him either.
Trinney swears by him, even though he's only got one good arm.
- A one-armed safecracker. - I'm picking him up at 3:00 at the train station.
We start tonight. Here.
Scotty, don't be late.
Hey.
- You okay? - Who was that?
It was nothin'. Just these guys that come back, give me a hard time.
Hey, nothing's wrong. Hey, hey!
All right, come here. Come here, give me a hug.
[Whistles]
- Train station. - Leaving town?
- Business meeting. - Yeah? What do you do?
- I'm a one-armed safecracker. - [Chuckles]
- Which arm? - That's a good question.
[Man Narrating] There are Pretenders among us.
[Jarod] 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.
[Miss Parker] He's a Pretender-
A genius who can become anyone that he wants to be.
- The Centre wants him alive. - Preferably.
[Miss Parker] He defends the weak and abused.
Life's a gift.
- You a doctor? - I am today.
[Miss Parker] Jarod's up to something.
I can feel it coming on like the flu.
After his recent brush with death...
perhaps he's just enjoying life for a bit.
Maybe he decided to take a vacation.
Did you eat the whole onion for breakfast?
- [Phone Rings] - Broots.
- What? - Sorry you missed the party in Omaha.
- Jarod. What about Omaha? - [On Speaker] Whoops.
Guess the Centre cut you out of the loop this time.
It's a good thing they sent a replacement.
- What are you talking about, Jarod? - I'm talking about the blonde-
5'7'; 120 pounds, killer legs.
- You're not giving up on me, are you, Miss Parker? - You wish.
[Man On P.A.] Your attention, please.
Announcing the immediate arrival of the Brooklyn Express...
- at Track 16. - That's my train.
- Gotta go. - [Phone Beeps Off]
[Beep]
What was that all about?
That's what I'd like to know.
R.H.
- "Right Hand." - Funny.
- Don't look around. We're being watched. - Cops?
Listen up. I'm only gonna say this once.
The location's changed. The new score is in Indianapolis.
I'm from Flatbush. I don't know nothin' about Iowa.
- Indiana. - Same thing.
I wrote down all the locations...
- the security codes, the whole deal. - No, no.
This ain't kosher. I need to call Trinney.
You do that, you lose this.
You get another packet just like it when the job is finished.
- Target? - That's my business.
I'm gonna meet you in four days at the Hotel Argyle in New York.
I've reserved a room in your name.
What's to keep me from walking away with the whole thing?
You do that...
I'm gonna hunt you down like I did Martinez.
Then they'll be calling you "No Hands."
That's cold.
Your attention, please. Announcing the immediate departure...
- of the Indiana Star on Track 29. - That's your ride.
- I want you to leave this at the job. - What is it?
It's a Hallmark card.
Always send the very best.
Leave it.
- My tools are in there. - Buy new ones-
'cause every cop along the line is looking for a man with a bum arm...
carrying a black leather bag.
I'll take the bag and the heat.
Yeah? How you gonna do that?
See you in New York.
[Imitating Cross] See you in New York.
Your attention, please. Mr. Paul Johnson, please meet your party-
Mr. Cross?
Call me R.H.
Why wasn't I informed about Omaha?
No, no, no. Switch those masks, please.
With due respect, Miss Parker, it's not my job...
to inform you ofJarod's whereabouts.
It's your job to inform me.
- According to your file- - My file?
Correct. According to your file, you've had Jarod trapped...
in Las Vegas, Chicago, Washington and Florida.
It seems you've had ample opportunity to bring him back.
[Scoffs] How would you like me to feed you my file?
There's no reason to be defensive about your shortcomings, Miss Parker.
Moving in?
Possession is nine-tenths. Now, if you'll excuse us...
we have a meeting to attend.
Oh, any progress locating your missing father?
Who says he's missing?
Man packs his belongings and vanishes- It's a logical assumption.
You gave that paperweight to your father when you were a little girl.
I thought he threw it away.
I'm sure he's fine.
He would never just leave without saying good-bye.
Would he?
[Beeping]
[Whirring]
[Nick] You're dead.
And the rest of us are in handcuffs.
Twenty minutes- that's all the time we've got...
before the security guard makes his run.
You're gonna have to work faster to bypass that second alarm.
I'm working as fast as I can.
There was a day you could have done this in your sleep.
- Remember them days, Dewey? - Scooter was the best I ever saw.
Sixteen years old, picking combination locks down at the Y.M.C. A...
stealing wallets and jockstraps.
What did you do with all those jockstraps?
That was a long time ago, Nick.
I took you off the streets. I treated you like you were my own son.
Yeah. And when the heat was on, you hung me out to spend seven years...
in a federal prison.
Forgive me if I don't shed a tear about how things used to be.
I think we should cut him loose.
This job is gonna be difficult enough in a perfect world.
I don't need a guy with his head half in the game.
I know him. You, on the other hand...
are a question mark.
Should I call Trinney, get another locksmith?
Nah.
Let's try it again.
[Shutter Clicking]
- Long night, huh? - Yeah.
Let's pick this up tomorrow night at my place.
You got a pen? I'll write down the address.
Yeah.
- Oh, thanks. Uh- - Oh, uh, here.
816 Highland.
"To Dad, from Shawn."
Is that your son?
My life. He gave me this for Father's Day.
[Young Sydney] Come along, Jarod.
[Young Jarod] Miss Parker just gave that man a present, Sydney.
- Why? - It's Father's Day, Jarod.
She gave her father a gift to show how much she loves him.
Want me to put this out on the net for you?
Oh, yeah. I want to know who he is and where he comes from.
I'll bet my pension there's somebody out there looking for this guy.
[Scott] The wild card is still gonna be the rent-a-cops.
[Sighs] Man.
I never thought I'd need this again.
What, you can't open a door, you blow it off its hinges?
You never know what you might run into.
Sometimes looking dangerous is enough.
[Door Opens]
Shawn! What are you doing here?
- I live here. - No, no.
You know what I mean. You're supposed to be at Mrs. Albertson's.
I went to the shop. They said you didn't show up today.
- Oh, no, I didn't because I was- - Actually, that was my fault.
I saw some of the furniture your father built...
and I insisted we meet right away.
The name is Cross- R.H. Cross.
R.H. - that stands for "Right Hand." [Chuckles]
What's that stuff?
Well, you- You never mind that stuff.
If your probation officer catches you skipping work, you're gonna be in big trouble.
I don't want anything to happen to us.
Hey, who-who's the father here?
I want you to go to Mrs. Albertson's house...
and stay there till I come pick you up.
- But- - Just do what I say!
[Sighs]
Wait, wait, wait.
Shawn?
[Sighs] Listen.
Hey, hey, hey, listen, pal, I just-
I just need you to cut me a little slack here.
Hey, I love you.
I love you too.
See ya, Right Hand.
It was nice to meet you, Shawn.
So why you doin' this?
What?
Why you doing this job? You don't wanna be doing it.
Which means Avani's holding some kind of big hammer over your head.
I don't know. I never knew my parents.
Shawn's mother passed away after he was born, and...
I was sent up a year later.
You know, and they just passed Shawn around from family to family, like I was.
But you got him back.
And I intend to keep him.
A son needs his father forever.
[Hands Clap]
Jarod.
You need to finish the last simulation.
I made this for you, Sydney.
For me?
Do you like it?
No, Jarod, I don't like it.
And I don't want to ever see anything like it again.
Let's get to work.
[Mr. Lyle] Wejust received these...
from our satellite office in Indianapolis.
His name is R.H. Cross. He's a safecracker from New York.
And we should be interested because-
According to the office, Cross's take was nearly a quarter million dollars.
He also left this behind.
According to the red notebook...
Cross is going to rendezvous with Jarod at the Argyle Hotel in New York City.
Jarod would never leave such an obvious trail.
Cross screwed up and left that behind.
That's quite a reach.
According to security on the ground in Indianapolis, Cross was nearly caught.
Brigitte, go to New York.
Find Cross.
I still don't understand the significance of this.
- Jarod's sending you two a message. - Which is?
You're going nowhere fast.
[Nick] We've got 18 minutes until the security guard makes his rounds.
I don't like this.
That van followed us ever since we left the warehouse.
The cops have made us.
If they have, then they're still following Dewey all over the city.
I've got every contingency covered. Let's just do it.
[Ticking]
How long?
Five minutes.
- You've got three. - [Bell Dings]
What the hell is that?
[Nick] He's early.
Every 20 minutes, huh? Shh-
- What is it? - A guard.
[Clicking]
How long before you're in?
Two minutes.
- [Whispering] What are you gonna do? - I'm covering contingencies.
[Salsa]
[Continues]
I'm in.
[Alarm Ringing]
We stole an electronic key card?
It opens the federal diamond depository in Wilmington.
What are you talking about?
He's saying there is no money, just another job.
That's what this has been about since the very beginning, right?
Twenty million dollars in raw, uncut diamonds.
My source says that the stones will spend 36 hours in the vault before distribution.
We move on Monday, before the offices open up...
and anyone realizes that the access card is missing.
Our deal was one job. I'm out.
I'm sorry to hear that, Scotty.
Change your mind, the door's always open.
- Best laid plans, huh? - [Softly] Hmm.
I'll see you tomorrow.
[Beeping]
Dewey...
this is Nick.
Hey. You okay?
Oh, I'm fine. Good.
I guess this sort of thing happens...
when you deal with a piece of work like Avani.
- What's wrong? - This is too easy.
- What is? - This.
Nick, he would never let me walk out with this much on the line.
I mean, not unless-
You got a car?
Yeah. Come on.
[Scott] Shawn? Shawn.!
Shawn, answer me.
- House is empty. - [Gasps]
[Rewinds, Beeps]
[Nick] I'm really sorry, Scotty...
but there's no way I can let this opportunity slip away.
I need you. And Shawn is safe.
How safe he stays is up to you.
[Machine Beeps]
[Broots] Intelli-research 5 pulled it off...
the national police net.
[Sydney] Why would Jarod's picture be on a law enforcement scan?
According to the background data, he's suspected...
ofbeing part of a robbery crew here in the Northeast.
- What did you say? - The initial scan was sent by...
a Detective Harold Evans of the Middletown P.D.
Middletown- That's less than 100 miles from here.
The question now is. What is Jarod doing...
associating with a group of street criminals?
[Broots] This crew is slicker than that.
They have an M.O. of targeting high-profile, high-tech takedowns.
Such as?
Such as payroll companies, security houses, mostly diamonds.
Run profiles on all the potential targets...
within a 500-mile radius of the Centre.
Everything this crew might be interested in.
And I want everything you can find on this Detective Evans.
If he stole a Baby Ruth when he was six...
I want to know how many nuts it had.
I've been going over the layout of the vault room.
I figure we've got a better chance of blowing the inner doors.
Sounds right.
What do you think, Scotty?
I want him back.
I'm here, right?
That's what you wanted. Now you give me back my boy.
Focus- for the kid's sake.
Now these doors are only reinforced steel, so we might be able-
I want to know where my son is, and I want to know right now!
[Trigger Clicks]
You pull the trigger on me, you pull the trigger on Shawn.
Scotty, let him go.
Where's Shawn? Where's my boy?
We finish this job, you and Shawn...
will be back together again, I promise.
Give me the gun.
[Trigger Clicks]
Anything happens to my boy, you'll wish I'd killed you.
[Door Opens]
Never underestimate the father-son relationship.
[Door Closes]
Jarod, l- I told you. I can't accept this.
But I made it for you.
I'm not your father.
- This card is meant for someone else. - Don't you love me, Sydney?
We have work to do.
- Smells like gin in here. - What the hell is this?
I don't have the time or inclination to banter with you, Detective...
so I'll get right to the point.
- You got a name? - Let's just say, I'm the person...
who holds your pitiful little life in her hands.
Is that so?
You tell me.
Go ahead. Open it.
Where'd you get these?
That's not important.
What is, is that multiple copies are in my possession.
Good.
You put this picture out on the police net?
So?
I want him.
Can't help you.
I want him.
Harold.
I'm sorry- for both our sakes.
I think I know where they're gonna hit next.
[Footsteps Approaching]
Relax your prostates, boys. I've gotJarod nailed to the wall.
Blondie's gonna bust a G-string when she-
What?
Please continue.
And while you're at it, maybe you can explain this.
[Brigitte] I spoke to R.H. Cross in New York.
He was sent to rob the Centre's office in Indianapolis...
by a man matching Jarod's description.
- We did try to warn you about that. - And how is Detective Evans?
You had me followed.
Yes, I did. I want to know everything you know...
and I want to know now.
Jarod's become part of a robbery crew.
Evans thinks their next target will be...
the federal diamond depository in Wilmington.
I think we should blanket the area...
- and grab the whole bunch on the way in. - I disagree.
- Oh, what a surprise. - [Sydney] You have a better plan?
You've tried an open-snare approach before.
Jarod's too smart to let us grab him on the outside.
We let him inside the vault. We lull him into a false sense of security...
and take him clean.
Why don't we just mail him the diamonds and call it a day?
I knowJarod- the way he thinks.
- Yet you still can't catch him. - Ladies.
We'll follow Brigitte's plan.
Mr. Broots, you'll be given complete control...
of the security system at the diamond depository.
You can do that?
I suggest you visit the building and begin implementing a total lockdown...
- of the facility. - I don't believe this will work.
I think it's time to end this pursuit ofJarod once and for all.
"You can do that?"
[Nick] Dewey got these photos of the depository this morning...
and the key card will allow us to penetrate the outside security system.
- Bodies on the ground? - Minimal.
I made the last system this morning. It's hard-wired infrared.
- Can you beat it? - Yeah, I can beat it.
We have no problem then.
- Oh, no. Not now. - What did you say?
- Nothin'. - You look a little shook-up.
No. No, I'm fine.
We're all set then?
[Sighing] Oh, no.
[Broots] The colored areas represent...
access points of the depository.
When the grid is red, the building is locked down.
When it's green, obviously it's- it's not.
My guess is thatJarod and his crew will disarm...
the video monitoring system as soon as they gain entry.
But it won't matter though, because I'm the only one...
with the password to operate the system.
Very impressive, Mr. Broots.
I'm confident that Mr. Broots has covered all contingencies.
Are you confident, Mr. Broots?
[Muffled Groan, Cough]
- Here we go. - We own it.
- All right, they're inside. Let's end this. - Not yet.
Not yet? He's sitting there waiting for us.
And knowing that gives us the upper hand-
the advantage of surprise.
- Your point? - We have him, Mr. Lyle.
Let's not make another mistake.
[Beeping]
- What is that? What are you doing? - I could stop...
and explain it or just do it and we can get the hell out of here.
The choice is yours.
[Beeping]
Jarod would never have walked in here without a plan to walk out.
We stay the course.
Look. You want to sit on your collective thumbs, fine. I'm gonna do my job.
I won't allow you to compromise the situation.
You gonna shoot me?
- [Electronic Chirp] - Done.
[Drill Powers Down]
- What happened? - The drill bit cracked.
- You got another one? - Yeah, in my bag.
- I'll get it. - No, no, no. I'll get it. I know where it is.
- Pull out the broken bit. - Make it fast.
Scotty, give me a hand over here, will you?
- Yeah, one second. I'm nearly done. - Now.
Yeah, sure.
Hey!
- You open these doors. - I want Scotty's son brought back to him.
- Open the doors! - What are you doing?
Maybe you don't understand English. I want Shawn released.
I know Dewey's got him...
so you call him and you tell him to cut him loose.
You open the door or you die.
- Go ahead. - You tell him, Scotty.
Nick, don't.
Shoot.
You see, sometimes looking dangerous is enough...
and sometimes it's not.
Now-
[Beep, Dial Tone]
Call him.
Dial.
[Beeping]
[Line Ringing]
[Whispering] Come on.
This is Nick.
Let the kid go. Yes.
Right now!
The phone.
Mm, mm, mm. You should have called Trinney.
- [Mumbling] - Scotty.
You let me out of here.
You know, every night for seven years...
I thought about, you know, what you were doing.
And then, when I get out...
I finally get my life back, you take my son.
Scotty, that was business.
This is personal.
Let's get out of here.
Don't leave me in here.
[Bars Clanking]
Scotty! Scotty, don't leave me here.
Scotty.!
Scotty!
Hey. I got two on the move.
- Jarod. - Give me my gun.
If you wantJarod, give me my gun.
- Tell the Sweeper teams to move. - Wait. What the hell is this?
All the access points within the building, they're unlocking.
One area is still secured. Where's that?
[Buzzing, Clicking]
[Clears Throat]
Shawn? Son?
- Shawn.! - Shawn.
Shawn.
- Scotty. - Yeah?
Shawn.
Oh!
Oh, my God.
I was, like, so scared, you know?
You, uh-you okay?
- I'm okay. - Yeah, yeah? You're fine?
- You're fine? - Dad, don't make a big deal.
Look I hate to break this up...
but don't you think you two should be hitting the road?
Here. Take this with you.
Don't worry. It's money that was owed to me.
Uh, you know, I don't understand.
Consider it...
an early Father's Day present.
Good luck, huh?
- Thanks. - Good luck.
[Line Ringing]
[On Phone] Sydney.
I hope your stay at the depository wasn't too unpleasant.
No. You made quite an impression on the new regime.
I hope this doesn't end up making things harder for you.
I appreciate your concern.
But that's not why I called.
I've been thinking...
and I was wondering if you ever thought...
about what it would have been like to have been my father.
That was never an option, Jarod...
so I never allowed myself to even...
entertain such a notion.
Well, thank you, Sydney.
For your honesty anyway.
- [Handset Clatters] - [Coins Clank]
[Dial Tone]