The Pretender: Island of the Haunted

Miss Parker:
[Jarod and Miss Parker are on the phone - talking about the events that had transpired that day] I hope you find your mother.

Jarod:
And what about... *us*?

Miss Parker:
You run - I chase. That choice was made for us a long time ago.

Jarod:
Maybe *that* is the "Parker Curse".

Miss Parker:
[wips away a tear] Yeah. Hell of a life we live in, Jarod.

Miss Parker:
[picks up phone] What?

Jarod:
[slightly annoyed] You've been chasing me for five years, why don't you leave me alone?

Jarod:
[after missing seeing his mother by mere seconds] She was right here. My mother was right here in front of me. And once again, it's the Centre that stops us from being together.

Jarod:
[talking by a fire - Jarod had just put a blanket around Miss Parker shoulders to keep her warm] The Centre wants us to believe that finding the truth is a mistake, that looking for answers about who we really are is futile and finding any kind of... connection outside their control is wrong. I know you don't want to hear this but you can feel it. You've been a Centre prisoner all these years just like me. And with every discovery you find you're every bit the outcast. Just like me.

Miss Parker:
Why is it that the one person that I've been trained to distrust, to hate, to capture is always with me during the most difficult moments of my life?

Jarod:
[voice barely above a whisper] Maybe, it's supposed to be that way. [they lean closer until they are close enough to kiss]

Jarod:
We've been through a lot together you and me. From when we were kids at the Centre, to the last couple of days. I know that barely our allegiances are the same but I've always felt... [sigh] I've always known that there's something more to our lives than I run and you chase.

Miss Parker:
[staring out the window of the car at her father] Maybe we do what we have to, to get by in this life.

Jarod:
Maybe we both deserve something more.

Miss Parker:
[voice breaking slightly] Just forget what happened on that island, forget that moment of weakness. Turning points only come when you've got something to turn to. [Jarod looks hurt by her rejection. In a slient plee, he grabs her hand into both of his. After a few seconds of staring into each others eyes, Parker yanks her hand out of his hands] I'm sorry. This isn't the different ending you were looking for. But it's just the way the damn story goes, Jarod.

Broots:
[looking for a sample of Mr. parker's blood for Miss Parker] Oh, jeez!

Sydney:
What is it?

Broots:
[holding a vial] I am so underpaid. Miss Parker owes me so big.

Sydney:
[looking at it with a flashlight] Is that Mr. Parker's blood?

Broots:
I wish it were Mr. Parker's blood. The only sample of Mr. Parker's in here is semen. Let's get the hell out of here.

Miss Parker:
What exactly is an archeo-symbologist?

Broots:
You know... It's the study of the origin of unexplainable symbols passed down through the ages. It's quite an exiting field!

Miss Parker:
I can just imagine the crop-circle deciphering parties at your house...

Broots:
Where does Adama get these Trimvirate anyway? They make The Centre sweepers look like anorexic Powerpuff Girls.

Broots:
[Hiding from guards, trying to time their shifts to be able to sneak into a guarded room] Speaking of Miss Parker, where has she been all day anyway? She could at least have the decency to risk her butt along with ours!

William Raines:
You took my thumb!

Mr. Lyle:
You weren't using it at the time.

William Raines:
That's why I'm here. I came out of love.

Broots:
I invited myself into the bathroom window.

Miss Parker:
Evil scrolls, ghosts... [pause] A little family arson... All a perfect Parker fit. Call me crazy, but I'm ready to believe in curses.

Jarod:
[Jumping out of a third floor window] Are you alright?

Miss Parker:
I've been better

Jarod:
[about a statue] Meet the demon Asmodeus.

Miss Parker:
Ugly son of a b*tch! [Small pause] Reminds me of Raines.

Miss Parker:
Daddy?

Mr. Parker:
Sure as hell not Santa Claus.

Miss Parker:
[Answers phone with a shaky voice] Hello?

Sydney:
Parker, thank God!

Broots:
It's us, Miss Parker. We've been so worried about...

Broots:
Did you just say "Hello"?

Miss Parker:
What, Broots?

Miss Parker:
Are you telling me that Raines could actually be my father? [Small pause] Oh... I think I'm gonna vomit...

Mr. Parker:
It's not how they say it ends!