You got a bed available?
- Trauma three. - Right.
I need a chest tube and a setup tray.
Dr. Franklin, please call the pharmacist on extension 23.
Dr. Franklin, call the chief pharmacist on 23, stat.
Jarod, heard your transfer came in.
Yes. I'm sorry to be leaving.
At least you didn't miss the fireworks. Did you hear about this?
- No. - Dr. Mitchell was arrested last night...
for killing that administrator and making it look like a Panalex O.D.
Dr. Jekyll even confessed. Wonder how they got that out of him.
Well, I guess a taste of his own medicine.
Bring him on down here.
Sport-utility versus pedestrian. John Doe.
Pulse, 120. B.P. 82 over 60. Respiration, 30.
- Patrick. Patrick. - Intermittent awareness.
Somebody said he was running to a phone booth three blocks from here when he got nailed.
Should've let his fingers do the walking.
- Patrick. Patrick. - Sir? Can you hear me?
Save Patrick.
Okay, we're losing him.
- No, this man's a fighter. - Got to save my son.
- You've got to save my son Patrick. - Okay, he's responding.
- Normal sinus rhythm. - Could be a cranial injury.
Call Radiology and get a head C.T., stat.
- Patrick. Patrick. - This is Dr. Hargadon. I need a C. T., stat, please.
Patrick.
Kara, take over from here.
Hello.
The mysterious Mr. Harper. Huh.
So that's how you look without the beard.
What do you want?
Cooperation.
Two million by this time tomorrow...
or the next time you see little Patrick, he'll be wearing a toe tag.
I'll give you whatever you want.
Please- don't hurt my son.
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.
The rules are simple. No law. No media.
Break a rule, Patrick dies.
I'll pay you. Just, please, don't hurt my son.
Look behind the phone book.
Two million in 24 hours. I'll call you with the details.
Tell Patrick that his father love-
Hey!
George Harper.
Patrick.
George Harper.
You're going to be okay, Patrick.
You're lucky I don't kill you now.
Your hands.
- Who the hell are you? - George Harper.
You tell that to someone who's not his head of security.
Now, let's try this again.
Who are you?
That's Jarod, all right.
Clarkston Pharmaceuticals.
They make a very popular antidepressant called Panalex.
Jarod was employed there for three weeks.
- Who did he help? - Nobody.
Well, he wasn't stealing the formula for Flintstone vitamins.
Hold onto yourJockeys.
A major shareholder in Clarkston is-
Mr. Raines?
Everyone needs a nest egg.
Continue.
Um-
Well, uh, it's a- a solid lead.
It means nothing till we find Jarod's emotional purpose.
Jarod's purpose is to harass the Centre.
He's after my stock.
If he were after your stock, you'd be broke.
Jarod is driven by altruism.
You want him out there, trying to help the little guy.
The answer is the little guy.
If you want to find Jarod, find the person he's trying to help.
I want my dad. I want my dad.
Dr. Gordon to the O.R. post-op. Dr. Gordon to the O.R. post-op.
Is he gonna make it?
It's too soon to tell.
But he's going to be in that bed for at least two more weeks.
Look, doc, I was a little rough on you back there, but-
You want Patrick back just as much as his father does.
I understand.
You said the kidnapper left a cell phone for you. I'll handle it from here.
Mr. Alomar, he saw me.
By becoming George Harper, I bought that boy one more day of life.
Why don't you tell me how it happened?
Mr. Harper got the note after 3:00.
Called me, said to meet him at the phone booth.
A limo drops off Patrick every morning at school, picks him up in the afternoon.
Today, the driver found only this.
Did you talk to this limo driver?
He found the backpack where Patrick usually waits.
We've known this guy for years. He's been with us a long time.
But I've run a new background check on him, just in case.
Mr. Harper's ready to pay off this bastard.
But I know how these people think.
I'm ex-F.B.I.
Worked a few abductions.
More than likely, he'll-
He'll probably kill Patrick just so he won't I.D. him.
He is a professional.
He wants us to feel a total loss of control...
so he can fulfill his fantasy of power.
What do you know about kidnappers, Doctor?
When I was a boy, I was stolen from my parents.
I can help you get Patrick back...
but you're going to have to trust me.
Otherwise, by this time tomorrow, Patrick could be dead.
Keep the phone... for now.
A lunch box!
You're gonna be starting special school soon, Jarod.
Is that why those teachers came to see me yesterday?
Yes, it is. They say you have a gift.
Course, I already knew you were smart as a whip.
You're gonna love it, Jarod.
I am so proud of you. I'm the proudest mommy in the world.
Is there something I can help you with?
- You're a teacher. - Yes.
I'm George Harper.
Oh! This is quite an honor. I- I'm Judith Peck.
Oh, Hayvenhurst is a much better place thanks to your scholarship fund, sir.
You've- You've opened the school to a number of disadvantaged students.
I'm sorry if I seem a little surprised to see you-
I understand.
I'm here about my son.
This is Martin Benton. He oversees security for the school.
I'm so sorry about this, Mr. Harper.
Nothing like this has ever happened here, sir. I- I'm shocked.
I strongly urge you to call the police.
I can't. That's one of the kidnapper's demands.
If I could just find something, a- anything that would help.
Well, he was in session after school. Um, reading studies, I think.
- Reading studies... for the dyslexia. - Right.
- He gets out around 3:00. - With the special ed kids. Most of the others are gone by 2:00.
He doesn't want to be singled out.
- He hates being special. - Right. He just wants to be a regular kid.
That's why he's always reading comic books in class.
This is where he usually waits for his ride. Isn't that right, Judith?
Right. Is there anything we can do, Mr. Harper?
Yes. Nothing.
Don't contact the police or the media.
I beg of you. Patrick's life depends on it.
Of course.
I was stolen, taken from my home in the middle of the night.
It's all coming back to me, Sydney.
Repressed memories.
They often resurface during traumatic events, Jarod.
But those memories themselves, they are not as important as how you face them.
How do you face yours?
How do you live with what happened to me?
Jarod, nothing can justify what happened to you.
But what you've been doing out there in the wide world for the last two years-
That tells me something right-
Came out of something very, very wrong.
It's like a nightmare.
It all keeps coming back in pieces.
First the fear...
and then the panic.
The shooting through your nerves kind.
I'm a child again.
It's- It's dark...
and I'm alone.
All I can think about is seeing my family again.
I want my world to be like it was.
When can I see my daddy?
Harper will pay, and you'll get your cut.
Tomorrow.
Yeah. The kid's having his last meal right now.
You're late.
Uh, Clarkston Pharmaceuticals- Um, Jarod was a national rep...
in, uh, Cupertino and Sunnyvale, California.
Have you found any evidence of child abduction?
Why would he, Syd?
A hunch.
Play the tape, Mr. Broots.
Syd, they made me do this.
How do you live with what happened to me?
Jarod, nothing can justify what happened to you.
But what you've been doing out there in the wide world for the last two years-
- That tells me something right- - Came out of s-
And for two years...
I've been saying your personal connection toJarod has hindered this pursuit.
This is proof.
My conversations with Jarod are nothing new.
They keep us from him.
They keep him from disappearing.
Sydney...
he's right.
Two million.
I got what I could from Patrick's room, like you asked.
But, I still don't see how it helps.
If I'm going to be George Harper...
I have to understand his life... and his son's.
I don't want the kidnapper to catch me in a lie.
Limo driver's clean.
Checked some past business associates for possible motives.
Nothing.
F.B.I. files show no kidnappers with a similar M.O.
At least, not in the last five years.
All we can do is hope this bastard keeps his word...
and we'll have Patrick back tomorrow.
This is Patrick's mother.
Chloe. Great lady.
Passed away in '96.
Patrick loves puzzles.
Hmm.
They help him to think.
That's what he always says.
I bought him this one.
Sometimes when Mr. Harper's working late, I help Patrick out.
Yeah, well, kind of.
Kid's way faster than me.
You okay?
Those abductions I worked for the bureau-
The things some of these guys do to those kids, it's just, uh-
We'll get him back.
Dr. Stanton to C.C.U., stat. Dr. Stanton to C.C.U., stat.
Patrick.
- Jarod? - He's waking up.
Mr. Harper, my name is Jarod.
He's going to help us, Mr. Harper.
Is Patrick here?
No, sir. He's not.
But he's going to be just fine. I promise you.
Syd, we've been ordered to Sunnyvale. Broots found this.
Could beJarod's handiwork.
We leave in an hour. Raines is sending Willie with us to keep us honest.
But what he doesn't know is that Sam is already on his way.
I'll be ready.
I hate myself for siding with Raines, but the creep's got a point.
This emotional umbilical you have with Jarod is...
becoming a problem.
In your eyes.
Jarod is doing your work out there, isn't he?
- I could say the same about you. - Mmm.
His mind games don't work on me anymore. You can't make that claim.
Like you said, we've been ordered to Sunnyvale.
Has the kidnapper called? Where's my boy?
He'll be back by the end of the day, sir.
When he was a newborn, I'd go into his room late at night to check on him.
I'd stand over him until my eyes adjusted to the dark.
And when I'd see him breathe, I'd know he was okay.
New parents, they must be very nervous.
New? I still check on Patrick every night.
But what good did it do? I should've been there.
If you had been there, you would've found the backpack, not your driver.
That's all.
You know, since Chloe died, it's just Patrick and me.
I lost her in a room just like this.
I promised her we'd be a strong family.
Jarod-
I'll get him back.
Jessica.
Need some help?
I'm sorry. I was just trying to put myself into Patrick's shoes.
Well, you're in the right place. He always reads his comic books right here.
You must be lost.
Kidnapper calls in less than two hours.
I went to see Harper. You weren't there.
- What are you doing here? - Following you. Why aren't you at the hospital?
I have two hours left.
There's still some time.
Time for what?
For this. He was here.
He was buying comic books here.
The kidnapper grabbed him over here.
He emptied out the backpack...
put the note inside, and he left it across the street for the driver to find.
And nobody saw a thing.
Almost nobody.
So that's how E.R. doctors do it- sugar rush.
There.
Patrick.
No plates.
Tape's useless!
Ski mask covered his face.
We're down to the wire.
Got it.
I want to check up on Harper before I get the call.
I almost bought your little blowup back there.
That was my office on the phone.
When I ran the background check on the driver, I ran one on you too.
You're a tough man to track, Dr. Pearce.
Maybe that's 'cause you died in 1979.
You didn't pretend to be Harper in that phone booth.
You made a deal with the kidnapper.
How much is he paying you?
Look, I know that you think about Patrick like he was your own son.
You probably saw some horrible things happen to children when you worked for the F.B.I.
You're afraid the same thing is gonna happen to him.
But I swear to you, I want to help this boy.
And I can't help him unless I answer this phone call.
Please, trust me.
George Harper.
Same phone booth. Ten minutes.
Miss Parker, I've got him.
Go. Go.
Kidnapper's probably watching.
Get off here. I'll maintain visual.
You pull anything, I'll kill you.
I'd expect nothing less.
I'm here. I'm here.
Take the money and cross the street to the green garbage can.
When do I see Patrick?
As soon as I get paid.
How do I know you're telling the truth?
Where is my son?
- Hello? - Harper, I said no law.
What are you talking about?
The deal's off. The boy is dead.
No! No! No!
You're a businessman. Just name your price. I'll pay it.
Another two million in three hours.
I see one badge, your son stops breathing.
I want to talk to my son. I want to know that he's still alive.
I love you, Daddy.
Intelligent boy you got there, Mr. Harper.
Who says he needs special ed?
Keep the phone. I'll call.
- What happened? Who the hell was that? - One of the kidnappers.
Look. He wants another two million in three hours. You've got to get it.
Now you know who you can trust.
Can we trust this guy? How do we know we can trust this guy?
- We still have two hours left. - Oh, G-
Exponential algorithms.
Yeah. I used to try and solve those as a boy.
It always took my mind someplace else.
Hmm. Just like Patrick uses puzzles.
I never looked at it like that.
We're going to find him.
He knew.
He knew. He said it to me just before he hung up.
He knew that Patrick was in special classes.
He knew that he would be held after school late.
But how did he know that he would be there alone?
Must be someone in this godforsaken hospital who's seen Jarod.
- Find anything? - Bingo.
Thanks a lot.
Excuse me. Have you seen this man?
Jarod? Sure. Just a sec.
Yes. This is Dr. Hargadon. I need to page extension 7477, please.
It's an emergency.
So, you knowJarod?
- Are you a friend? - Old friend.
He's upstairs. I'm headed that way. Come on.
Jarod's transfer came in today, but he still has, uh, one more patient.
Well, it looks like he had the patient moved.
This is dicey, Syd.
If I know Jarod, he is right under my nose.
Well, a swing and a miss.
Sam, sweep the other floors, then meet me downstairs.
- Yes, Miss Parker. - Broots, Sydney, come with me.
Psst.
- Thank you. - You obviously got my page.
Thank you for helping me keep my work a secret.
Wait a minute.
- You're the one that got Dr. Mitchell to confess? - Yes.
I'm sorry I had to lie to you before.
But I knew the pharmaceutical companies would send their lawyers after me.
Lawyers! Well, that explains that woman's attitude problem.
We're not leaving. Check the employee records, Broots.
- Find out where they were sending Jarod's checks. - Okay.
- His last patient was transferred. - It's too neat, Syd.
Your boy usually thumbs his nose at me.
Could you go?
Egghead's still in town. I got a gut feeling.
"Dear Parents, In an effort to ease congestion...
"while the city completes roadwork near the school...
"pickup for the students will be moved from the south end of the school...
"to the north on Tuesday the 17 th.
Sincerely, Martin Benton. "
Why don't you take the van?
Hey! Hey! Don't! Don't!
Hey! No! No! Help! Don't! Hey! Don't!
Hey, hey. Get me- Get me outta this.
Relax. You're being kidnapped, just like my son.
- Harper? - How much is he paying you?
How much is my son's life worth?
Harper, please. Please get me outta here.
It's too early to beg.
Kidnapping victims, they usually last 5.8 minutes before desperation sets in.
First, they have to face the overwhelming fear.
- Like my son, you're wondering, where's he gonna take me?
- Is he going to kill me, or is he just going to torture me? - Let me go.
You're begging again.
You moved the student pickup to the north side of the school.
But you made sure Patrick didn't know about it. He was out there all alone.
You supervised the kidnapping, didn't you?
I don't know what you're talking about.
I have a surveillance video from where my son buys his comic books.
Now you tell me. How much is he paying you?
A hundred thousand.
- Where is Patrick? - He'll kill me.
No! Oh.
Not if I do it first. Where is he?
Money or no money, he's gonna kill Patrick.
Ow! No! Aah.
Now where does that leave you now?
Where is he?
He's in an abandoned warehouse.
Across the street from the phone booth.
- He was watching me. - Yes. Yes.
- Jarod, what's happening? We got less than 30 minutes. - I know where Patrick is.
- Where are you? - At your place.
- Has anyone been there looking for me? - No.
I'll meet you there.
- Manny. - Jarod, run!
Run.!
No.
Ow.
Miss Parker, there's a little boy.
He's been kidnapped. He needs my help.
Won't work this time.
They'll kill him!
- Let the authorities take care of it. - They don't know about it!
- GetJarod to the car. - Sydney, please.
Please, don't let this happen!
This is just how they stole me when I was a little boy! Please!
I wanna see my mommy! Let me go!
It's over.!
How do you face your past, Sydney?
Miss Parker.
- I'll take it from here. - Like hell you will.
- You have a problem, talk to Mr. Raines. - Back off!
Don't, Willie!
Ow!
I'm hit! I'm hit!
- Jarod, stop! - Parker!
Please.
Ow!
We're sorry. The mobile unit you have dialed is either-
Now- I'm gonna kill your son.
And you get to watch.
Think you can handle that, Mr. Harper?
I'm not... Mr. Harper!
Mama, help me!
I am so proud of you.
I'm the proudest mommy in the world.
It's over, Patrick.
It's over.
- Dad! - Patrick, oh. Oh.
Let me look at you.
- Oh. How are you, huh? - I'm good.
Oh.
Unacceptable.
Jarod escaped because of you, Miss Parker.
Not at all. Parker caughtJarod.
Willie botched it. That's what my report will say.
How do you think my father will react when he reads that?
This isn't over.
You can bet your bald head on that.
I can fight my own battles, Sydney.
I knew you'd do the right thing with Jarod.
You know, Sydney...
sometimes I wonder if you do want him out there...
helping the little guy.
I want him back as much as you do. I just don't want him dead.
Those people who were looking for you, they think you're pretty valuable.
As far as I'm concerned, you died in 1979.
Wow.
Are you looking for this?
That's the piece!
- Yea.! - All right.
Looks like a perfect fit.
Hey, you'll make a great father someday.