Oh, no, no.! Wait.!
Wait a minute! I didn't do anything! Wait! I didn't do anything.
- Wait. What? What the hell is that? - Move it.
- No! - Look, I want to call my father.!
Do you hear me?
- Nice p. j.'s. - They pulled me right out of bed.
- I was in the shower. - Mmm. Thanks for painting that one for me.
- What the hell's goin' on here? - Trouble.
The worst kind.
I thought you were leavin' town.
Well, I came to say good-bye, Sharpton...
and I knew you'd be here, like you are every night, collecting your payoff.
Same Bat Time, same Bat Channel. I heard that on a rerun.
- I don't know what you're talkin' about. - Every night...
you head out alone, you make your run, collecting your drug money.
Then, one night, you hit a little girl. You couldn't stop...
because of all the contraband you had on board...
so you let her bleed to death.
Tell me, what are you gonna do about it?
I'm gonna make sure that this is your last run.
You got it all down pat, don't you?
Well, you're right, I do deliver drugs and I do love my money...
and I do head out alone, but you left out a little somethin'.
- What's that? - The part where I stop and pick up my partner.
- Come on. We're gonna be late. - He'll freeze to death out here.
Yeah, it's a rough world, ain't it?
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.
Hey. Don't twitch. The dog'll rip your Adam's apple clear out of your throat.
Won't ya?
Don't get me wrong, he's a good-lookin'dog, but that dog was born mean.
He did save your life, however.
Found you in a parking lot.
Yeah, barked his head off till I found you.
Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Yeah, there you go.
Hey, what are you looking at?
You got something to add to this? Why don't you get out of here and go to bed?
No, no. Don't try gettin' up. Don't try gettin' up.
You need to just stay right there and rest.
You got smashed pretty hard. You just rest. You need to rest.
You need to rest there. You just rest.
- What happened? - Wh-What happened?
Oh, you, my friend, have been mugged...
and, oh, no, they got all your money.
I- I'm sorry. All your money's gone. That's bad...
but your stuff is safe- I saved your stuff.
- So that's good. - Where am I?
Where are you? You, my friend...
are in my little corner of paradise- at least for now.
Hey, hey! My name is Argyle, by the way.
My name is Argyle, and I'm called this on account of this birthmark...
that I got on the back of my thigh.
You wanna see it? You wanna check it out?
No. Okay, that's cool, most people don't.
No offense taken.
You got a lot of stuff in here, dude.
Hey, I hope my patch job keeps in the blood okay...
because, look, Dog never complained about the doctoring...
but, hey, I think you'd be a better judge...
you being the real M.D. and all.
- Doctor? - Yeah. You're a doctor, my friend.
This I.D. here says that your name is Jarod...
and you, my friend, are a thoracic surgeon.
Get me a three c. c. syringe and a size 8 E. T.
- She's going into respiratory arrest. - Prepare to ventilate.
Give me the syringe. Remove the plunger.
Air entry on both sides of the chest. She's pinking up.
Now that's a nice sound.
Come on. Come on. Yeah.! Yeah, baby.
- Now, that's a nice sound. We're gonna have some heat.
Ow! Ow!
Nothing ever works in this place, including you.
Never!
That's all gonna change. That's all gonna change real soon.
I'm thinkin' four years of college. I'm thinkin' medical school.
I'm thinking doctoring and prescriptions.
- You know, I've been ridin' the wooden pony for years now...
and I'm thinkin', my man, you might just be my brass ring.
- Brass ring? - Pot o' gold, boy.
Ship that's come in. A way out, man.
I'm thinkin' a hospital will pay a healthy finder's fee...
for one of their prized physicians.
Not a doctor.
You're not a doctor. Come on. Who the hell are you then?
I don't know.
- What is this? - It's a T-board.
- A what? - "T" standing for "torture. "
The Centre tribunal.
They want answers and, until they get them, we're not going anywhere.
What? No. You're kidding, right?
Don't soil yourself, Broots. They want us off balance.
That's why they yanked us in the dead of night.
They're trying to fracture us- emotionally.
Well, it's working. I'm shattering.
How do you know so much about this?
I've been on the other side of the glass.
Well, so, how does it turn out?
Fine. If you're on the other side of the glass.
Oh, great.
I knew Raines would be involved.
- What? - The question is, who's behind it all?
The Triumvirate, Kreskin.
- But under whose authority? - Brigitte.
That bitch is like a bad cough.
Who are those guys in the shadows?
I don't know. We need to get word to my father.
- Here. I'm not sure he'll be able to help. - Sydney.
Hello, lovey.
Bridget. Last time I saw you...
you were trying to blow my father's helicopter out of the sky.
How did you get back in the Centre?
Well, before we get to that, I've promised some friends of mine...
I'd find out why, after 18 months, Jarod is still out there.
Not possible.
They created him.
- They know what he's capable of. - Yes.
They do.
They think the only way he could be eluding the Centre...
is if one, or all of you, are working with him.
They think that?
Or you made them think that?
Either way, no one's leaving till we find out who.
And we start with you, Tex.
Whoever you are, you got a tooth sweeter than mine, that's for sure.
Sugar's a killer, you know that?
It'll rot all your teeth out, right out of your head.
I'm lucky. I'm blessed. I got really good teeth. They're all mine.
Hey, buddy. What's wrong?
Oh, no. You don't know who you are and you're burning up.
That's what happens when you're left out in the elements.
That's what happens.
Your problem was, you weren't lookin' over your shoulder.
You always gotta look over your shoulder, man.
There's always somebody back there in the dark, some mook...
some punk back there gunnin'for ya.
I know. You gotta look over your shoulder, man. Look over your shoulder.
Or maybe you're runnin' away from this cutie-pie.
Who's this? Hey.! Psst.! Psst.!
Who's this pretty lady? What'd she do?
Bust your rocks for not bringin'home the green?
"Hey, you didn't bring home the green. "
Maybe you should've been a doctor, you know?
You gotta think twice about that next time.
Well, I'll beJohn Brown.
I will beJohn Brown.
You're not a doctor, you're a park ranger.
No, you're a fireman.
No, you're a roach exterminator.
No, you're a federal investigator.
I'm-I'm sorry, mister.
Could you help me out here for a second? I'm kind of at a loss here.
Who the hell are you? Mister? Mister?
I don't know who I am.
I didn't do anything.
Broots. Scared.
How do you think he'll hold up?
Before or after he wets his pants?
Can I- Can I have a robe?
- Is Jarod smarter than you? - Huh?
- You've been chasing him for over a year. - Has he eluded you...
because he's smarter?
No. We try hard every day to find Jarod...
but the wheel of fortunejust hasn't landed on our number yet.
Spinning, spinning, spinning.
Well, he is a Pretender.
He's a one-man Siegfried and Roy. Show me what you have.
Jarod interconnected 173 international calls...
but backtracking those calls was impossible because...
instead of a call-forwarding device triggered by a single call...
all 173 calls were individually initiated.
- Ingenious. - And very expensive.
- I don't care what it cost. - Oh, that's good...
becauseJarod charged it to your calling card.
He's clever and smart...
which makes tracking Jarod more fun.
Fun?
- No, I- - Are you saying he's your hero?
No. I'm, I'm- No. I'm not saying that.
Then what are you saying?
I'm just saying that- Jarod is clever...
and you can see it in his eyes.
- You can tell. - According to your file...
you've never laid eyes on Jarod.
- You never have, have you? - No, I-
Uh, I'm referring to pictures.
- Hello, Mr. Broots. - Oh, my God.!
Help me. Please.
18 months, no results.
We find it hard to believe that someone could be this inept on purpose.
Help me.
- Mr. Broots. - Huh?
If you're not helping Jarod, then who is?
C- Can I have a robe, please?
We're alike, you and me-bunch of names...
travel light, man on the run.
Who you runnin' from anyway?
John Law? The man with the smile on his face...
evil in his heart?
Huh? Who you runnin' from?
Hey.! Maybe you got a bounty on your head.
Your head is burnin' up. You're burnin' up, man.
Oh, no, this is not good. You've been out in the elements too long, man.
Out in the elements too long. I knew it. This is not good.
I knew it. This is bad.
Hey! A little cooperation in the heat department!
Jarod.
Come on. Come on.!
- Hey.! - I love you, Jarod.
- Don't leave me. - Come on!
Please don't leave me.
Come on!
Hey! Hey! You okay, man?
You okay?
No.! No.! No, don't you die on me, man. Don't you die on me.!
Don't you leave me. You're my brass ring, man.
Come on! Don't you die on me, man.
Don't you die on me, man.
First warning is a flash.
I know the escape procedure, but the fire, it's too hot.
It comes into our air lines. I try not to breathe, but it's too late.
I can't open the hatch.
I can't open the hatch! No one can get to us.
We can't be saved. I'm burning! I'm burning!
I'm burning.!
I'm burning!
Hey! Your fever broke.
The devil left you with me for a while.
So, what's the Centre?
Y- Y-Your little freakish home movies are all labeled:
"For Centre Use Only"- What's the Centre?
- I don't know. - You don't know.
I- I-I'll tell you what I think, Jarod.
I think you got a big brain...
and I-I think that these Centre guys- I think they're after you...
and I think that means you're worth something to them...
which means that you're worth a lot to me.
You see, I got a big brain, too, Jarod.
I got a big brain too.
Why won't you work? Why won't you work?
Why... won't... you... work?
I'm just trying to fix things, Jarod.
I'm just tryin' to make 'em right.
No big deal.
I'm just tryin' to fix things.
Who are you?
The proudest woman in the world.
- Who am I? - Just trust your feelings.
Always trust your feelings.
Jarod, I told you. I can't accept this.
But I made it for you.
This card is meant for someone else.
Don't you love me, Sydney?
We have work to do.
Is Sydney your dad or something?
Oh, I'm so glad I left Debbie at her godmother's.
I can't believe how long they've had Sydney out there.
You wear a watch to bed?
- Yeah. - Why?
In case I wake up and, you know, need to document something.
Let us continue.
When are they gonna leave him alone?
- When they hear what they wanna hear. - He's been out there six hours.
And they'll take another six if they want to.
What are they doing this for?
Because they can.
Jarod is my life's work.
My interest in him is primarily scientific.
That interest demands that I remain objective...
which precludes the possibility of guilt.
Don't you love me, Sydney?
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
I have betrayed a friend.
- Have you prayed to the Lord? - Not even he...
can forgive me for what I've done.
The bond between Jarod and me is as unique as Jarod is special.
Unique enough for you to be fighting for his freedom?
I would never do that!
Jarod's is a very complex case.
I've tried to keep him alive...
and to hold his psyche in check during this pursuit.
What are you, his wet nurse?
We must be patient. Your tactics are far too aggressive.
They day you really angerJarod is the day he'll disappear forever.
I have tried to bring him back.
That is my objective.
As a scientist...
I think the Centre is as good a place as he'll find...
to maximize his tremendous potential.
You don't know whoJarod is.
You're not a doctor, you're a park ranger.
No, you're a fireman.
No, you're a roach exterminator.
No, you're a federal investigator.
I'm sorry, mister. Who the hell are you?
Who are you?
I can be anything I wanna be. I can be a doctor, an engineer.
I can be an astronaut, but I don't know who I am.
Our father gave you this.
- Who the hell are you? - I'm your brother.
Jarod, go find our parents!
I wanna know what I look like.
I wanna know who I am.
- I'm not really a plastic surgeon. - My name is Jarod.
- I'm not really a doctor. - Jarod Jones.
- I'm not in the Coast Guard. - Jarod Campbell.
- Jarod O'Leary. - Jarod Wright. - Who the are you?
I sure as hell am not Florence Nightingale.
This is what you look like.
This is who you are.
You're my son. You're my life.
I love you, Jarod.
Then, one night, you hit a little girl.
Jarod.
Hi, Jarod.
- Hello? - Hello. My name is Argyle.
A- R-G-Y-L-E.
Um, is this the Centre?
- Maybe. Why? - I don't know.
Maybe I got somethin' you want.
Uh-huh.
Well, I'm all ears.
Dog here, he's a hero.
See, I rescued him from the pound, and he saved you.
He saved you. I saved him. That's ironic. That's ironic. Yes.
- When did I go from patient to prisoner? - Prisoner? Prisoner?
Prisoner? That is cold, man. That's cold.
- What would you call it? - What would I call it?
What would I call it? I-
I'd call it ironic. I called it ironic.
I call it ironic.
Just slip into my skin for a second, would ya? Just for a second.
A wigged-out stewardess gets a hangnail.
Kills the entire flight crew. 300 people drop out of the clouds.
Boom!
A postman goes postal. Bang!
A bus driver goes "bustal. " Crash!
And we, we, we all sit idly by and say, "What, are you crazy, man? '"
Crazy! That was so crazy! I'm glad it wasn't me. "
The point is, you-You been spoutin' wiggie for a while here...
and I'm just makin' sure that it's not me, okay?
Fair is fair.
And, by the way, I'm not into hurtin'ya either.
So you can rack easy on that, bro.
Hey! I wish we had a deck of cards...
because I got this great trick I could show you.
- Is that my phone? - Yeah.
- Who did you call? - Yeah. I just called the doctor.
I called your doctor to see if he made house calls.
- You called Sydney? - No, no. He wasn't there, but a lady answered.
- Miss Parker? - No, no, no, no. It was Bridget.
- She sounded sexy. - Did you tell them where you are?
- Do I look like a road sign? - Listen to me.
These people, this organization, they will kill you. Trust me.
Trust you? No, you listen to me.
Trust. Trust. Great word, right? Trust.
It's on every coin, every bill, every buck and every bond in this country...
and yet it is still the one thing that you still can't buy.
Argyle!
They are setting you up.
No. No, no, no, no, no!
Bridget said you'd have an answer for everything and you do.
Don't ruin everything! It's good here!
It's good. It's good. Three hours ago, you didn't know whether...
you were a park ranger or a rodeo clown.
Now you're crackin' foxy about some secret organization that wants to hurt me.
It's you they want, my friend. It's you.
I just happen to hold the deed.
You listen to me! I speak from experience.
You are dealing with the devil.
Thank you forjoining us, Miss Parker.
Well, it was an invitation I simply couldn't pass up.
Lose the butt.
You don't have to worry about me blowing smoke.
Put it out.
This is cruel- Even for a T-board.
Fire away, babe. I'm not goin'anywhere.
The Triumvirate is a bit murky concerning your motives...
in the pursuit ofJarod.
Well, maybe they should pull their heads out of their...
sandboxes.
I do myjob. Period.
What we're looking for is the truth.
Truth?
That is a very interesting word coming from you.
So you have no other agenda in doing your job?
No unresolved issues or conflicts with the Centre orJarod?
I have no unresolved issues with the Centre.
Is that the truth?
I know the truth, Miss Parker.
And what truth is that, Jarod?
The truth about what makes you sad.
Mama! Mama, no!
- Mama, no! - Daddy, I wanna know...
what really happened to my mom.
I have no unresolved issues with the Centre.
You didn't answer aboutJarod.
Where did you find my mother's ring?
In one of your mother's safe deposit boxes.
- Like her medical file? - Oh, you'd be surprised...
what one could find in there.
- Jarod! - You know the dance, Miss Parker.
You help me with one of my secrets, I help you with one of yours.
We weren't able to find anything about Igor or Fenigor.
I don't know if he was my mother's ally or betrayer.
Well, keep searching. Igor holds the secrets to both our pasts.
- What makes you so sure? - Call it "gut feeling. '"
So you're saying that in your past year-and-a-half pursuit...
he's not had any undue influence on you?
- That's what I'm saying. - Not of any kind?
No influence at all.
Not even emotional?
They say, "'Tis better to have loved and lost...
than never to have loved at all. "
- Do you believe that's true? - You paint a pretty sad picture.
- How did we end up like this? - Like what?
Alone.
Searching.
It's ironic because we both want the same things-
Someone to care about. Someone to care about us.
Do you think we'll ever find that kind oflove in our lives?
How did we end up like this?
Miss Parker?
Miss Parker.!
- Hi. - We're done here.
Miss Parker. You may have a cigarette now.
I just quit.
- Mr. Argyle. - You know, Bridget, if your body is...
half as good as your brain, you and I might just find a way, you know?
Coming from a man of your brilliance, that's quite a compliment.
Hey, by the way, you hit it right on the nail indeed-
About Cashew Boy here? He is a nut all right.
Yes, he's crazy, but he's resourceful. So have you come up with a price?
Bridget, if this is aboutJarod-
Shh! I am on the phone.
You know, I was out scamming this softy suburbanite the other day...
out ofhis lunch money, when I saw this Dapper Dan in a Rolls-Royce.
- A Rolls-Royce, huh? Uh-huh. - Yeah.
Yeah, yeah.
Real, real shiny.
Anyway, this guy, right? He gets out of the car...
and I find myself staring at his threads, right?
I'm starin'at the cat's threads and I'm thinkin'to myself...
"I don't know this dude from the president of England. '"
I don't know if he's a liar, if he kicks his dog, smacks his old lady- nothin'-
and yet I find myself having this instant, incredible respect for the guy...
on account of the suit he's wearing.
- Uh-huh. Go on. - Yeah.
His suit, his shirt, his watch...
his loafers- the whole kit and caboodle.
One piece more expensive than the next.
Silk on silk, leather on leather...
and, you know, I'm thinkin' to myself, Bridget...
I'm thinkin' to myself...
to drape this guy, it must've cost at least- I don't know-
At least...
$10,000, Bridget.
Is that the price of respect, Mr. Argyle?
Hey, hey, a man ain't squat without respect.
Well, $10,000- that's a great deal of money.
But, um, I think I can convince my people to approve that.
No! No.
Big brain.
- Don't do this. - Bridget, write this down.
That's just three hours away. I'm on the next plane.
If you've found Jarod, I am the only one who can bring him in.
Sorry, darlin', this time he comes in.
Hey, hey. It's all for the best.
You're goin' back where you belong. I'm gettin' out of here.
It'll all be fine. Trust me.
Trust me.
- This sucks. - Why are they making us just...
sit here and wait?
So when Wonder Woman brings him in...
it will prove the point we didn't because one of us was helping him.
Leaving us as good as dead, hmm?
Gee, I never thought I'd be rooting forJarod.
I didn't mean that. I, uh, I didn't mean that.
Daddy!
Angel. I came as soon as I found out.
How dare they put my daughter through a T-board. Are you all right?
- For now. - You'll all be out of here-
after I lop off a few heads.
- Daddy, be careful. - Right.
Boy, now I never thought I'd be glad to see your old man.
Yeah. Yeah, I'm glad he's here too, Broots.
Hmm. Unfortunately...
there's reason to believe he's been here the whole time.
I'm sorry, Parker.
He's done it again.
- Mr. Argyle. - Bridget?
- Nice to see you. - Nice to see you.
- Beautiful day, isn't it? - Beautiful.
- Open the trunk, Willie. Get the bag. - You got something for me?
- Your suit's quite attractive. - Nice to put the face to the body.
Thank you. I bring you respect in a bag.
Oh, wow.
10,000 real ones.
- Where's Jarod? - He's in the basement.
- In the boiler room. Hey! - Willie...
when you see I haveJarod, put a bullet in his brain.
- If you can find it. - My pleasure.
What are you talkin' about, "Bullet in my brain"? That's not nice.
Hey.! Hey.!
Damn!
Well, if it isn't Sleeping Beauty.
And they said you were so hard to catch.
Hmm.
Time to rise and shine.
Wake up, my little love-muffin.
Come on, baby. Wake up.
Wake up!
Hi. Time to go home.
Sorry, but I'm never going back there.
You're not so mean.
Nice to see you again, Willie.
- Hi. - Your brass ring.
I knew you were the one to trust, right from the start.
Mm. On second thought...
I think I'll donate it... to the pound- in Dog's name.
Like you said, he's the hero.
And give me back my Pez.
- Brigitte? - Nope. Sorry. It's justJarod.
But you can come and pick up your blonde now.
Sweet dreams... love.
She blew it, didn't she?
- Jarod? - Alive. Still free.
- So are you. - Oh, thanks for the robe.
- I'll give you a lift. - To where, Daddy? Another dead end?
- What are you talking about? - Don't you dare!
You set me up for a T-board?
I was wondering how long...
it would take you to figure that out.
Come on, you really don't think I could fool you. You're a Parker.
I'd be stupid to even try. Besides, these damn shoes are killin' me.
If this is true, then why would you ally with Bridget?
Bridget cut a deal with the Triumvirate- Your butt for hers.
I had to go along with it to get rid of her for good.
Action, reaction, give-and-take-
It's not about who knows what. It's about who thinks they know what...
and what you want 'em to think.
- I- - Look.
To keep the hungry dogs away, you must toss 'em a bone now and then.
Is that what I am, a bone?
You're my legacy, and you proved it again today.
Never forget that. It'll keep ya alive.
Trust me.
If you should find something I could trust.
I didn't think you'd trust me.
- Trust me. - How can you still trust him?
Trust him.
Will you be all right, Miss Parker?
Of course.
Let's get out of here. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.
Listen, do you think that someone in the Centre is really helping Jarod?
In the Centre, anything is possible.
We're still searching for him...
but we will find the leak.
Did you uncover something that can help us find Jarod, Angelo?
Keep working. Keep working.
See you tomorrow, same Bat Time, same Bat Channel.
- You remember me? - You don't learn so easy, do ya, pal?
Maybe not, but I never make the same mistake twice.
- Who the hell are you? - I'm many people...
but tonight...
I'm a truck driver.