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[Sydney]
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Very clever, Jarod. Are you alright?
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[Jarod]
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I'm broke. Your froze my bank account.
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[Sydney]
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We must have just missed you in Cinncinati. The flowers were still fresh.
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[Jarod]
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Well, my parents have been dead for thirty years. I figured it was time I said goodbye.
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[Sydney]
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I want you to come home.
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[Jarod]
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Huh. Now there's an interesting way to put it: "home"
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[Sydney]
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Why did you leave?
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[Jarod]
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You're the shrink, Sydney. You want the truth? It's because of the lies. Your lies.
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[Sydney]
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What lies?
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[Jarod]
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I found out the real applications of my simulations, Sydney. South Pacific Fleet simulation 118. You took my results and blew a ship out of the water. A hundred and thirty-three people were on board. My outbreak simulation; you use it in the field. Forty-six people died of the Ebola virus, Sydney. Simulation 27. Simulation 16. Simulation 42.
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[Sydney]
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Jarod, these were military contracts. I had no way of finding out about their ultimate application.
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[Jarod]
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How many people died because of what I thought up?
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[Sydney]
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You need to come home. I'm worried about you. I've been walking around your room and it feels empty.
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[Jarod]
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Well, I can't say I miss it. And, by the way, ice cream is good.
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[Sydney]
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Jarod, this is getting serious. They brought in Miss Parker.
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[Jarod]
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Uh oh. Well, you better watch your back too, Sydney.
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[Sydney]
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What are you doing, Jarod?
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[Jarod]
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Using the skills you taught me.
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[Sydney]
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Sydney.
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[Jarod]
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Well, I'm surprised you're not out making rounds down Corridor 15.
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[Sydney]
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Even psychiatrists need a day off.
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[Jarod]
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And all this time, I thought your interest in me was purely paternal.
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[Sydney]
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I understand learning to swim, but aren't you a little old to be playing with bathtub toys?
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[Jarod]
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Well, it's certainly better than the kind of playtime you foisted upon me. Tell me, it's funny I can't see their faces, but their eyes, they won't stop staring at me.
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[Sydney]
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Whose eyes, Jarod?
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[Jarod]
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I don't know. Dead eyes. Eyes of people that aren't alive today because of how you exploited my simulations.
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[Sydney]
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And now you want to right those wrongs by using your gifts as an avenging angel. Is that it?
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[Jarod]
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Something like that.
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[Sydney]
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Then why are you calling?
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[Jarod]
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I wanted to know if Jarod was my real name.
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[Sydney]
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I think it is. At least, that's what I was told.
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[Jarod]
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Thank you, Sydney.
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[Sydney]
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Don't hang up. I'm worried about you.
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[Jarod]
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If you're so worried about me, why don't you go to the authorities?
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[Sydney]
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You know I can't do that.
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[Jarod]
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Why? Because you love me, or because you're afraid of what I know?
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[Sydney]
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Jarod, if those people on the beltway find out what you have, I won't be able to protect you.
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[Jarod]
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If they find out what I have, you won't be able to protect yourselves
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[Sydney]
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Those DSAs contain my work.
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[Jarod]
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No, Sydney, they contain my life. Goodbye.
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[Miss Parker]
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What?
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[Jarod]
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Aww. I intentionally wake you in your deepest sleep phase and all I get is a lifeless "what?"
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[Miss Parker]
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You want wit, read Noel Coward. What time is it where you are?
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[Jarod]
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Cute. Not funny, but cute.
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[Miss Parker]
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You're making housecalls now. I'm honored.
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[Jarod]
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Well, I was feeling a little guilty about my virtual phone game.
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[Miss Parker]
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You know, I really should tape this to replay at the Christmas party. You'll be there, you know. Rest assured.
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[Jarod]
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I'm not resting much at all these days.
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[Miss Parker]
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You're breaking my heart. So, Jarod, why the YMCA?
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[Jarod]
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I was watching retro night on VH1 and they were doing the 70s--which, as you know, I missed. There was this singing group that was extolling the virtues of staying at the Y. So, here I am.
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[Miss Parker]
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Cute. Not funny, but cute.
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[Jarod]
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Did you know that they make fake dog poop? It's amazing how it appears to be one thing bit it's really something completely different.
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[Miss Parker]
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And I should care because...?
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[Jarod]
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Well, this sort of thing could be a real money maker for the Centre. Besides, isn't it the perfect metaphor for the way your father and the Centre distort the truth?
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[Miss Parker]
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And what truth is that, Jarod?
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[Jarod]
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It's all in the note I sent you. The truth about what makes you sad.
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[Sydney]
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Hello, Jarod?
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[Jarod]
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I had the dream again. Tell Broots I discovered Radio Shack. Strange feeling homesick; I don't know where home is.
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[Sydney]
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Your home is here, Jarod. You were never meant for the outside world.
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[Jarod]
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Spare me the white leopard speech, Sydney. Somebody at the Centre knows who I am. I want the truth.
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[Sydney]
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I'm sure we can explore these questions if you come back and resume our work.
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[Jarod]
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I wish I could believe you.
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[Sydney]
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What you believe or don't believe is not the issue.
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[Jarod]
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What is?
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[Sydney]
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Those digital simulations you stole. They contain the only existing record of over 25 years of research. The Centre--I--want them back.
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[Jarod]
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Well, then perhaps they--you--would consider a trade. A piece of my past for a piece of yours. Get back to me, Sydney. I'm running late.
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[Sydney]
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Late for what?
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[Jarod]
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Justice.
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[Mr. Hodges]
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It's not working! It's not working!
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[Jarod]
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Your son is going to be fine, Mr. Hodges, if you just listen carefully.
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[Mr. Hodges]
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Okay
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[Jarod]
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Now, remember, clear the airway and tilt his head back.
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[Mr. Hodges]
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Alright. I did that.
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[Jarod]
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Now, back to the breathing.
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[Mr. Hodges]
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Okay. Okay.
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[Jarod]
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Now continue the up and down motion on his chest.
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[Mr. Hodges]
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Okay. Five count?
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[Jarod]
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Yes.
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[Mr. Hodges]
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Oh my god! He's breathing! My son is breathing!
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[Jarod]
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That's fantastic, Mr. Hodges.
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[Mr. Hodges]
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They're here! The ambulence just got here.
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[Jarod]
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You see? That wasn't so difficult. Merry Christmas.
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[Mr. Hodges]
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Thank you so much! Thank you.
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[Miss Parker]
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What?
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[Jarod]
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I assume you found Shai Ling.
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[Miss Parker]
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I found her. She was in the county cemetary with a wooden grave marker.
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[Jarod]
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Another casualty of the Centre.
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[Miss Parker]
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Not according to Mr. Lyle and my father.
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[Jarod]
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And you think you can trust what they say?
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[Miss Parker]
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As opposed to trusting you? That’s kind of like jumping out of the fire, into the fire, isn’t it?
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[Jarod]
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You think you know the truth about you father and Mr. Lyle and who killed your mother, but the fact is, you only know what they want you to know.
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[Miss Parker]
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What do you want from me?
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[Jarod]
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The same thing you want from me, a little trust.
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[Miss Parker]
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I have to go.
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[Jarod]
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Be careful, Miss Parker. Remember what your mother used to say, trust can kill you or set you free.
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[Miss Parker]
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What?
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[Jarod]
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It's midnight, Miss Parker. What a shock to find you still at the office.
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[Miss Parker]
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I was just on my way out.
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[Jarod]
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I met a woman who reminds me of you. She was smart, passionate, tortured.
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[Miss Parker]
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Is that what I am?
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[Jarod]
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Like you, she was a prisoner of her past, of people who wanted to control her future. Instead of fighting back, she let them destroy her.
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[Miss Parker]
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Doesn't sound like a happy ending.
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[Jarod]
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Oh, it all worked out, in the end. I hope the same thing happens for you.
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[Miss Parker]
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Meaning?
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[Jarod]
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Trust your heart, Miss Parker. Don't let them take away your happiness.
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[Miss Parker]
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What?
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[Jarod]
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What do you think they said?
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[Miss Parker]
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The scrolls?
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[Jarod]
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I was hoping you had some answers; insights into the so-called prophecies.
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[Miss Parker]
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Those answers are somewhere in the ocean along with my-- Do you think that there's any chance that he bailed for the right reasons, Jarod, or-or was his geronimo just another one of his lies?
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[Jarod]
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I don't know. Maybe it's time you gave yourself that gift he never gave you; the truth.
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[Miss Parker]
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I hope you find your mother.
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[Jarod]
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And what about us?
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[Miss Parker]
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You run, I chase. That choice was made for us a long time ago.
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[Jarod]
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Maybe that is the Parker curse.
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[Miss Parker]
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Yeah. Hell of a life we have here, Jarod.
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[Jarod]
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Only, this time, the first one to find the answers lives.
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[Miss Parker]
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Jarod, those prophecies, if they were real, maybe we could have found out what out future would hold.
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[Jarod]
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If they're real.
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