I want a list of people who were on that bus with Jarod.
The bus company says they can't disclose passenger identification.
The bus company says.
You are truly pitiful.
Well, yeah, they have certain privacy regulations.
There's a certain protocol that we have to follow.
- Daddy. - Daddy?
- Well, are you gonna invite me in? - Hello?
- Of course. - Hello?
Miss Parker?
- Come in. - Hmm.
I like what you've done with the place.
Your mother'd love it.
Oh, now that is special.
- Is that new? - It was a gift...
when I graduated college, from you.
You remembered.
Hmm.
Why, you were 10 years old.
You'd just come home from your first piano recital.
What was the name of that piece you played? "Für Elise. "
Bach's "Minuet in G."
- Daddy, what are you- - Oh, she was so beautiful, like you.
I wish people would remember your mother the way she really was.
- They always taint her memory with lies. - Lies?
Yeah, the kind Jarod perpetuates about her- about me.
The truth about Mom is in my heart.
Nothing can change that.
Daddy...
why are you here?
Oh, bad dream- I was awake all night.
I just, uh, want to make sure you're all right.
Bach's "Minuet in G"-
I would love to hear you play that again.
- You sure it was her father? - Yeah.
Strange that Mr. Parker would go back to that house...
after all these years- typically unpredictable.
- Working hard, I see. - Miss Parker.
Oh! This came for you.
I hear your father came to visit.
Would you like to talk about it?
- Does it look like I want to talk about it? - Mm-mmm.
"Dover Town Bank'"?
Jarod.
A letter from your mother?
"March 20, 1970.
"I'm counting the days until our trip to Europe.
"How excited I am at the prospect of showing you the world.
"For now, though, my friend and I must amend...
"some of the ugliness that exists around us.
"But I promise, you and I will put all of this behind us on April 14.
All my love, Mom. '"
"April 14'"-
the day after Mom died.
Miss Parker?
- Next in line, please. - It's over there-
that table there.
The loan desk is over there, sir.
Oh, hello. Don't put all your eggs in one basket. Harold Rosen.
Can I interest you in one of our Easter annuities or I.R.A. accounts?
Back off, Bugs.
Excuse me. I'm expecting a package- a letter or something left for me.
- The name is Parker. - Dad?
Mom sent me here to get the child support.
She said not to leave until you pay.
One of the tellers can assist you.
Easter annuity?
Guess not.
Ma'am, I have customers ahead of you.
If you'll please wait in line-
Patience has never been one of your virtues, has it, Miss Parker?
You've got quite a set showing up here.
Well, even you wouldn't pull a gun in a bank.
Where did you find that letter?
In the last place you'd expect.
Would you... care to read more?
You son of a bitch.
You could've just sent these. Why drag me down here?
So you wouldn't miss...
him.
Good morning, Mr. Fenigor.
Mr. Fenigor, I've got to getJarod and Timmy out ofhere tonight.
Fenigor?
The man who helped my mother rescue the children at the Centre?
The man who helped your mother try to save me.
He's a regular. Comes here every Friday morning.
Has been doing it for years.
"My friend and I must amend...
some of the ugliness that exists around us. "
- He may know who killed my mother. - Who my parents are-
the secrets to both our pasts.
Everybody sit tight.! This is a robbery.!
Move down! Let's go!
- Move down.! - You move, you die. Are we clear?
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.
Move down.! Move down.! Let's go.! Shut up.!
I find one exploding dye pack, somebody's not going home for lunch. You got that?
- What the hell are you doing? - Ending this thing.
By getting everybody killed?
The sooner they get their money and leave, the sooner we get answers from Fenigor.
Listen to me, people. Nobody speaks, nobody moves, nobody gets hurt.
- Come on. Come on! - Shut up.!
Everybody keep their hands where I can see them.
Dad, don't!
Alarm!
"Frank K. Isaac, Assistant Manager. "
I have a family.
I'll bet you do.
Put the gun down and turn around.
I can't allow you to walk out ofhere.
We got ourselves a problem then, don't we?
- Clave- - Shut up.
Now, I-I'm gonna count to three.
You're gonna lay that piece down onto the floor.
One...
two-
Get back. Now!
What the hell are you looking at? Check the front door.
Get down.
Now!
You got something to say, sister?
- Nothing you want to hear. - Keep it that way.
All right, everybody up. Move over here. Come on.
- It's not too late to stop this. - Tell him that.
Now shut up and move.
This is Lieutenant Row. I want SWATsnipers deployed...
to all buildings across the street and surrounding the bank.
Roger that. Sniper teams deployed and in position in three minutes.
Okay, give me an open line into the bank.
Get those people back.
Let's go. Move it.! Come on.
Everyone in.
Everybody down behind the manager's desk. Now! Move!
Get down.!
If you move, you're dead.
We want your valuables- watches, rings, wallets. Whatever you got, give it up.
And your wallet. In the sack.
- Hurry up.! - That means you too, lady. Come on.
- Looks like he's just seen a ghost. - He has...
and I intend to rattle some bones as soon as I can get to him.
How is it that this guy was still alive and I didn't know about it?
Well, I guess that Daddy keeps some secrets from you.
Did he tell you about those letters?
I'm sure he didn't know about them.
Well, that would be a stretch, considering that I stole them from his strongbox.
I'm afraid I woke him up.
- When? - Last night.
- Why are you here? - Oh, bad dream- I was awake all night.
You'd think a man with as much to lose as your father...
- would have a better home security system. - You're lying.
Ask him about that little gift I left for him.
Are you sure it was Jarod?
Took some of Catherine's things and some of mine and he left this behind.
Jarod is rubbing our noses in it.
Whose phone is that?
Hello. Hello?
- Hello? Miss Parker? - What's going on?
- Hello? - Give it.
Miss Parker?
It's Broots. It's Broots.
Can you hear me? Hello? Hello?
Watches and wallets- Come on everybody. Give it up.
Put it in the bag.
Jude!
You weren't gonna shoot my little brother, were you, lady?
I'll leave the executions to you.
Throw something over him.
Out of sight, out of mind, huh?
Hey!
Leave her alone.
All right.
All right. Get up.
- What? - Get up!
- What are you doin; Clavell? - Gettin' us out of here. Come on.
Come on.!
Two armed robbers have entered the Dover Town Bank.
We do know gunshots have been fired and hostages have been taken.
Huh. Well, she never hung up her phone...
so I was able to triangulate the signal.
Called the Dover police, and they told me about the robbery.
Then I called Mr. Parker's office, but, uh, nobody's gotten back to me.
We need to go to Dover.
Without a directive from upstairs?
- Sydney, forget it. - Miss Parker is not just a colleague, Broots.
- She's a friend. - Just a minute. A situation is developing.
One of the robbery suspects is emerging from the bank with a hostage at gunpoint.
Sydney, is that who I think it is?
I want a helicopter to the airport, and I want a plane waitin' on the runway.
Oh, boy.
You got one hour to set it up, or people start to die.
- Where is this? - Dover.
- Dover Town Bank? - Round up your group.
"April 13, 2:00 a. m. We failed to rescue Timmy. "
- No! - "Raines had already destroyed that sweet little boy. '"
Raines, what are you gonna do with Timmy now?
There is no Timmy anymore.
"They'll call him Angelo now. We're planning to rescueJarod tonight.
"Then tomorrow, you and I will be on our way to a better place.
All my love, Mom. "
- Going somewhere? - Apparently not.
There's no smoking here.
Call a cop.
I need the key to the outer vault door.
- Dad, give it to him. - Dad?
This your daughter, Frank?
You stay away from her.
Okay, Dad.
She sure is a peach though.
Your mother should be shot for sending you here.
If you cared about me, she wouldn't have asked me to do this.
That's what she said, I don't care about you? She's telling you lies.
Lies- the kind Jarod perpetuates about her-about me.
Parents lying to their children-
Now, where have I heard that one before?
My father had his reasons for keeping those letters from me.
Like he had his reasons for saying that your mother's death was a... suicide?
But if you really believe that, why are you so hell-bent...
on finding out what Mr. Fenigor has to say?
Combo to the vault cage.
Only the senior manager has it. He's not in today.
How you doin', sweetie?
Why don't you pick on somebody your own size?
Why don't I put a bullet through your brain?
I can open the vault.
What are you, some kind ofhandyman?
Just versatile. You know, there's another way out of here-
one with less bloodshed, specifically yours.
What are you talkin' about?
There's a vent that leads down to a main sewer line. It leads right out of here.
- And how do you know that? - I studied the blueprints before I came in here.
You're not the only one who's on the run.
So you're a handyman and a fugitive architect.
You are versatile.
Now open it.
That's very good.
Let's go.
Tell the cops to bring us something to eat. I'm starving.
You're always starvin'.
Get in there.
Give me a bag. Come on.!
Keep an eye out.
Mr. Fenigor, my name is Jarod.
Do you remember me?
Should I?
I was one of the children that you and Catherine Parker tried to rescue from the Centre.
You tried to help me once.
Please... help me now.
- I-I don't know what you're talking about. - You are the only person...
who can help me find out who my parents are.
Look, you are being held against your will. You feel trapped and terrified.
I live my entire life that way. Please... help me.
You and her together?
It's complicated.
You don't know what you're asking of me.
I am asking you to honor Catherine Parker's memory.
Please tell me who my parents are. Help me find out who I am.
I can't.
- Please. - I can't.
- I'm sorry. I just can't. - Mr. Fenigor!
No!
- No.! - Hey.!
- I have to help him. - I didn't shoot him so he could be helped.
- Clave- - Not now, Jude.
Hey, hey, hey!
It is one thing to defend yourself against an armed guard.
It's another thing to shoot an innocent man in the back.
If this man dies, so do you, in the electric chair.
- Is he alive? - I don't know.
The bullet punctured his lung. He's drawing in air from the exit wound.
I need hand towels, and I need some soap.
In the bathroom.
Details at this time are sketchy.
However, another shot was just heard from inside the bank.
I'm going to make my way to the SWAT commander now for confirmation.
Don't you die on me.
I need a plastic bag, and I need some tape.
I've got a bag.
I have to seal the wound, or he won't be able to breathe.
Cut off strips about this long.
Apply constant pressure to the wound like this.
- I have to get him to a hospital. - Nobody goes anywhere.
Maybe we should do it. It's just one guy.
Nobody goes anywhere!
Find me something to elevate his legs.
He's diaphoretic. His pulse is thready, and he's bleeding internally.
I can stabilize him for a while, but he needs to get into surgery.
- What the hell am I doing here? - How does it feel to be the prey instead of the predator?
You wouldn't be the prey if you'd get back to the Centre where you belong.
- Oh, nice! - Fitting.
You are so willing to ruin my life.
Is your father's validation that important to you?
I'm standing here with Kristi Isaac, whose daughter Kaley is a hostage inside the bank.
- Kristi? - Please don't hurt my daughter.
She's all I have.
Mom?
Kaley- Kaley, I love you.
Frank, please take care ofher.
It's difficult for little girls to figure out their fathers, isn't it?
- Your point? - You give your loyalties to a man who fills your head with lies-
lies about those letters, lies about Fenigor.
I suppose my loyalty should go to you.
What would you do if Fenigor confessed...
- that your father killed your mother? - He didn't! He loved her.
You are so sure of that, aren't you, Miss Parker?
It appears that the police seem to be mobilizing...
for a possible assault on the bank.
Everybody into the vault! Let's go!
How's he doing?
- He's stable... for now. - How well do you know him?
Comes in every Friday to pull cash out of his trust account.
Does he ever come in to make deposits?
His account is funded by an outside source-
some company from Blue Cove.
So the Centre is paying Fenigor to keep quiet.
The question is, who?
And quiet about what?
Over here, Broots.
- Anything? - No.
Uh, police, locals- no one I recognize.
Maybe we're the only ones who know thatJarod is here.
Think again.
It's Gar and another of Raines's guys.
They're not the only ones. There's Sam.
This place is crawling with Sweepers.
We need to figure out what Raines is up to.
I'll follow Sam. You follow the others.
Wait, wait, wait, wait! Sydney!
Oh, God, what am I doing here?
I must be out of my mind.
- What are they doing? - Working on escape plan B.
"April 13, 7:00 a. m.
"I have a bad feeling about the people surrounding me.
"If I can just get through this tonight, we'll be on our way to a better place.
All my love, Mom. '"
I know it's not easy reading those letters.
Look, I broke into your father's house...
trying to find something about my past...
but instead I found out about yours.
Your mother deserved a better fate than what she got.
You're damn right she did.
She used to send me letters on my birthday- holidays.
I never knew about these.
My father paid me a visit this morning...
talking about how you taint the memory of my mother with lies.
And you believed him.
Daddy, I have to go to the bathroom.
- Hold it. - I can't.
These men are crazy. I'm not gonna risk getting us both killed.
- Clave! - What are you doing?
Your job. Clave!
The kid has to use the bathroom. So do I.
- Hold it. - Hey, give us a break, huh?
Jude!
Thanks for what you did back there.
When you gotta go, you gotta go.
My dad says that he wants to take care of me, but-
but then he lies to me.
Daddy, why are you here?
Oh, bad dream- I was awake all night.
I don't know what to believe.
Believe what's in your heart.
Come on.
Jarod-
Mr. Fenigor, you've been shot.
- Don't try to move. - You-You saved my life.
I did what was needed to be done.
Jarod, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I took you from your family.
I do want to let you know how- how sorry I am.
Mr. Fenigor, please- tell me who my parents are.
Is that the key to his safe deposit box?
- There might be something about my mother in there. - If there is, you'll get it.
Miss Parker, I brought you this far. I'm not gonna shut you out now.
Fenigor, my mother called you her friend. You owe her.
You owe the both of us the truth. Who killed my mother?
- Who killed my mother? - Miss Parker, please.!
- He can barely breathe. - Who's paying you off to keep it a secret?
What's happening to him?
There must be blood around his lungs. I need some sort of tube to drain it.
I have a sports bottle on Daddy's desk.
Jude. Jude!
Jude, the old man can't breathe. We need the water bottle that's on the manager's desk.
- I don't know. - He's gonna die if we don't help him.
I know you couldn't do anything about that guard, but you can do something now.
Just hang on. Come on.
Get back.
Don't move.
Back off, or I drop little brother.
I've already shot two people. You think one more's gonna make a difference?
No.! Please.! Please don't kill my father.
What's it gonna be?
Mr. Raines's guy is in a SWATuniform.
- He's right up there. - The target must beJarod.
We have to take care of this sniper before he shoots Jarod.
Well, don't look at me. I can't even squash a bug, Sydney.
Then guard the alleyway. Don't let anyone follow.
Are you up to this, Broots?
No, but it's never stopped me before.
Sydney, Mr. Raines would like to see you.
You won't be needing that.
What the hell were you doing in there?
She said the old guy needed help.
Help?
I need help. You pull something like that again...
you're gonna end up just like the guard, brother or not.
- You okay? - I wanna go home.
- Me too. - Get away from her.
- What? She tried to save us. - She could've gotten us all killed.
- It's okay. - No, it's not.
- You do as I say. I'm your father. - Oh, yeah? Since when?
You know, you can keep your money.
I cannot believe Mom thought it would make a difference if I came down here.
This is because of you.
I can't figure out if you're ignorant or just stupid.
- You listen to me. - No, you listen to me!
You think that little girl came down here today for money?
There is something here a lot more important to her than cash...
and I- I feel real sorry for you if you're too blind to see what that is.
Miss Parker reached out to help someone.
- Spare me. - Your mother would be very proud of you.
You put on quite a show today.
Sydney taught you well.
Sydney taught me to believe that you can be anything you wanna be.
You should've known better than to come here without a directive.
You should know better than to defy Tower policy...
by having Jarod assassinated.
You're in over your head, Sydney.
Shoot him if he tries to leave.
I've made some mistakes.
I don't want to lose you.
Mr. Fenigor?
You were my mother's friend, her confidant.
Please tell me who killed her.
He's not gonna tell me.
Maybe he already has.
Could you really do it, Gar?
Could you kill me if I stepped out of this car?
Yeah.
Move the car, buddy.
Thank you kindly, Gar.
Now do as the officer says. Move the car!
Fenigor's deposit records.
Transfer from a Centre bank in Bimini-
$10,000 a month...
every month for the last 28 years.
- Do you recognize the account number? - No.
It's your father's.
- How do you know? - You'd be surprised what I know about him.
- That's it? - That's it.
- What else does he know? - Apparently everything.
Mr. Fenigor, what secrets are in this envelope?
What is it?
It's about Prodigy.
This is where you came from.
Get me out of here, and I'll tell you everything-
both of you.
What are you going to do with that dye pack?
- Well? - Handyman was right.
There's an access entry to the main sewer line.
We're gonna get out of here, little brother. Come on.
This is your lucky day, people.
Thanks toJarod's brilliant escape plan, none of you will have to die today.
In spite of everything...
it's been a real gas.
Well, at least we won't starve.
Give me that one.
- What? - Give it.
Come on, Jude.!
Jude, what the hell are you doin'?
- Everybody out! Help me with the old man. Careful with him.
- Hurry! - Let's go.!
Mind if I cut in?
I don't like being locked up in little rooms.
This is mine.
Oh, thank you, Jarod.
Let's get out of here.
Come on. Let's go.
The crisis is over.
The hostages are coming out of the bank now, and the paramedics have gone in.
Move! Move! Come on.
- Jarod! - Mr. Fenigor.
Jarod!
Mr. Fenigor, why is my father paying you? Is it about who killed my mother?
- Jarod! - Answer me!
- It's in the red files. - Red files?
Prodigy red files.
Prodigy.
Freeze!
All units. Shooter, second story, 641 building across from the bank. Move.
Please!
You were right. Fenigor was in there.
- Did we get him? - Wounded. He's in an ambulance.
I'll take care of the details.
Do you think he told her anything?
Nothing that can't be denied.
You all right?
Perfect.
- Where's Jarod? - He got away.
- Another failure. - I'm fine, Daddy.
What?
Maybe you'll sleep better tonight.
"March 20, 1970.
"I'm counting the days until our trip to Europe.
"How excited I am at the prospect of showing you the world.
"For now, though, my friend and I must amend...
"some of the ugliness that exists around us...
"but I promise, you and I will put all of this behind us on April 14.
All my love, Mom. "
Daddy.
Am I still welcome here?
It's late.
Thank God you're all right.
Um...
sorry I didn't say that earlier.
You didn't have to come all the way out here to tell me that.
Oh, yes, angel. I did.
See, I wasn't entirely forthcoming with you this morning.
Oh?
Truth is, somebody broke into my house last night.
That's terrible.
I hope you didn't lose anything valuable.
Oh, nothing that can't be replaced.
I wish I'd known earlier. I could've asked Jarod if he had anything to do with it.
Hmm. Well, I wanted you to know.
Can't have secrets between family, now can we?
- Daddy. - Mm-hmm.
How come that Centre sniper shot that old man outside the bank?
Oh, tragic accident. Any idea who he was?
Not a clue.
Get some rest, angel.
You sure earned it.
- What? - I never had a chance to say good-bye.
How did you get away?
Escape plan B, remember?
The vent. How was it down there?
Let's just say I'm hoping my next pretend isn't as a sewer worker.
Did you talk to your father?
He just left. He didn't say it was you who broke into his home.
Didn't say it wasn't either.
Fenigor?
I told him I didn't know who he was.
So you lied.
Like father, like daughter.
Jarod, we were so close to finding the truth.
You'll figure it out...
and so will I.
The question is...
what becomes of us when we have all our answers?
That is the question.
This is where you came from.