AirDate: October 24, 1998

Episode Notes

• Jarod finds out about his father's heroism.
• Miss Parker announces she will stop focussing on avenging her mother's death by searching for Jarod's father.

Episode Quotes

Jarod: I'll take my past instead.

Miss Parker: Keep hoping.

Jarod: I’m better when I’m hunted.

Jarod's Euphemisms

Locations

Jarod's Discoveries

Jarod's ignorance

Pigs in the blanket

Tonto (The Lone Ranger)

Last Name Origin

Aliases

Occupations

First lines

Jarod:

Miss Parker:

Young Jarod:

Young Sydney:

Last lines

Music

Transcript

Detailed transcript coming soon

Dream Sequence

The Centre

(Jarod is approaches the elevator in which Catherine Parker was killed. Near its entrance, a man in a dark suit stands, a pistol held loosely by his side. His back is towards Jarod. In the elevator, the prone body of Catherine Parker can be seen, the present that she was carrying for her daughter by her side. Jarod approaches the man.)

Jarod: Dad?
Young Jarod: Dad?

Jarod: Is that you?

Jarod: Noooooo!

(Jarod wakes up from the nap he was taking in the front seat of his Jeep by the side of the
road as a truck goes roaring by. He starts the jeep and drives off. He passes a sign
“Entering Tribal Lands”.)

The Centre

(Miss Parker, who is pacing her office, is also having flashbacks to the death of her mother.)

Flashback – Centre Infirmary

Parker: Mr Fenigor. Who killed my mother?

Fenigor: Jarod’s father.

(In the elevator Parker is having an earnest discussion with her father.)

Miss Parker: Daddy it’s the truth. Mother’s death was not what we thought. She was gunned
down in this elevator by Jarod’s father.

Mr. Parker: Mr Fenigor told you this.

Parker: He’s dying in the Centre infirmary. He has no reason to lie.

Mr. Parker: He extorted a lot of money from this place.

Miss Parker: This place or you?

Mr. Parker: I didn’t want him telling lies, about your mother.

Miss Parker: Are they lies?

Mr. Parker: Phshhhh!

(They step out of the elevator and Lyle walks up to join them.)

Mr. Lyle: I hope I’m not interrupting.

Miss Parker: Keep hoping.

Mr. Parker: Angel. Please. Your sister’s obsessed with finding Jarod’s father instead of the real target.

Mr. Lyle: Funny you should mention Jarod, Dad. (He hands his father a folder.) He put this
web site on the net.

Mr. Parker: Will you be able to trace it?

Miss Parker: No. We’ve tried others before.

Mr. Lyle: She’s right. It’s unlikely but we’re working on it.

Mr. Parker: Keep me informed.

Miss Parker: Keep us both informed. (She hands the folder back to Mr Lyle.)

Mr. Lyle: And while I’m tracking Jarod you’ll be . . .what . . finding his father?

Miss Parker: I find his father I find him.

Indian Reservation

Dunson’s Bar

(Jarod parks his jeep outside a rather ramshackle building bearing a sign above the front porch. The sign though faded from the weather declares that the building in “Dunson’s
Bar.” Jarod climbs out of the jeep and walks towards the porch. There is a hot dusty wind
blowing which makes the tails of his light-coloured long coat billow. He enters the bar, sits down on a stool at the bar, and takes out the photograph of his mother holding him as a baby. His father, who was taking the photograph, is a dim reflection in the window behind Jarod’s mother.)

Barkeeper: Are you going to have something?

Jarod: Actually I'm supposed to be meet someone here.

Barkeeper: I'm supposed to sell drinks.

Jarod: Alright. I’ll take anything cold.

(A man, of native American decent enters the bar and approaches Jarod. He is wearing jeans, t-shirt and a vest. He sports a long hair style, the hair caught back in a pony tail.)

Mike: Jarod?

Jarod: Mike Bodie?
(Mike indicates that they should sit at a table over to one side of the bar.)

Mike: I would have been here sooner except that I had to stop at my place and grab something.
(They move over to a table and sit down.)
Mike: God, you remind me of him.

Jarod: My father?

Mike: Major Charles. That’s why I left the message on the website.

Jarod: You knew him?
(Mike takes a dream catcher from around his neck, blows through it and hands it to Jarod.) A dream catcher?

Mike: Your father made it. There’s a part of him in that. Now it’s part of you.

Jarod: All I have is this.
(He takes out the photograph of his mother holding him as a baby again and shows Mike.)
Jarod: A reflection.

Mike: I can top that.
(Mike takes a photograph from his pocket. It shows a man, sandy haired and slim of build sitting on a rock with his arm around a boy. The boy’s arm is in a cast.)

Jarod: Is this my father?

Mike: And me. Twenty years ago. I thought you should have it.
(Mike grasps and moves in a way that pulls his vest away from his side. There is a blood stain low on his left side.)

Jarod: You’ve been shot.

Mike: That’s what happens when someone’s trying to kill you.
(Mike looks out the window to see a truck moving slowly past the bar. This is enough to make him suspicious.)

Jarod: Who?

Mike: (Mike is very nervous now.) I’m sorry Jarod. I didn’t want it to come down like this.
(He stands up abruptly.)

Jarod: I can help you.

Mike: I’m the one that owes you.
(He moves away from Jarod towards the exit.)

Jarod: Mike!

Mike: I want to tell you everything about your father and his dream quest.
(He turns and shouts back at Jarod.)

Jarod: Mike! Mike!
(Jarod runs after the now fleeing Mike.)

(Mike runs out the front door as the truck, with dark windows cruises slowly by. The snout of
a gun slides out the side window. Mike stops and runs back inside as he is fired upon. Inside he leaps over the bar and runs though the kitchen)

Jarod: Damn!

(Jarod follows Mike over the bar. Out the back the truck is waiting for Mike. The weapon is
discharged again. Mike turns to go back through the door and dives for the entrance when
the shotgun is fired again. This one splinters part of the door jamb. Jarod who was about to
exit through the doorway fall unconscious when hit by a splinter from the door. Mike turns
again, runs for his mountain bike, gets on it and rides away.)

The Centre Infirmary

Sub-Level 12

(Miss Parker arrives at Fenigor’s cubicle to find a nurse remaking the bed. There is no sign
of Fenigor.)

Miss Parker: (To the nurse.) What happened to Mr Fenigor?

Mr. Lyle: (Stepping through the cubicle’s curtain.) He’s assumed room temperature, in a
manner of speaking. (The nurse leaves.)

Miss Parker: He’s dead?

Mr. Lyle: So I’m told.

Miss Parker: What are you doing here?

Mr. Lyle: I wanted to hear to hear from Fenigor himself that Jarod’s father killed our mother.

Miss Parker: Daddy told you?

Mr. Lyle: Doesn’t matter. It’s too late now anyway. We’ll never know for sure.

Miss Parker: We will hen I find Jarod’s father.

Mr. Lyle: Finding him isn’t about catching Jarod is it? What’s it about? Revenge?

Miss Parker: My mother deserves it.

Mr. Lyle: She was our mother. And what about our father. Have you thought what opening
these old wounds will do to him. (He steps close to Miss Parker.) You know, the fact that you’re my sister doesn’t change things. You are beautiful when you’re angry.

Miss Parker: You’ve never seen me angry.

(She leaves.)

Dunson’s Bar

(Jarod is holding a bottle of beer to his forehead for the cooling properties. He is in some discomfort.)

Barkeeper: Damn Bounty hunters! They think they’re playing cowboys and Indians.

Jarod: Bounty hunters? What are they doing after Mike?

Barkeeper: Bail jumping is a kind of habit with Mike Bodie. Thinks he’s a modern day Crazy Horse. I just wish that he would stay on his own land instead of coming onto mine.

(Jarod puts down the beer and leaves.)

Mike Bodie’s Residence

(Jarod approaches Mike’s home in his Jeep. He stops near the mail box, and jumps the fence.
He approaches the house with caution. He enters the house through the front door which has
been left unlocked. Jarod, upon surveying the scene briefly, simulates the events that occurred.)

Mike: Hey hey! Hey, I’m unarmed. Wait! Don’t shoot! .... That’s what happens when someone’s trying to kill you.

(Jarod steps up to the wall to examine some of the items hanging on it. There is a frames
newspaper article featuring a picture of Mike Bodie with the headline “Native Activist
Protests Mining. From behind him comes the sound of a cartridge being worked into the
breach of a pump action shotgun.)

Kim: I hope you’re here to check the meter.

(Jarod turns slowly to find himself in the sights of the shotgun that is being wielded by a young woman, dressed in jeans and singlet shirt. She is at first glance a “tough” lady!)

Jarod: Not today. Today, I’m just hunting a bounty, like you.

Kim: Is that right? What’s your name?

Jarod: Jarod (He looks over her shoulder to where a “Greenpeace” banner is stretched
across the wall.) . . . Green.

Kim: ID?

Jarod: The diploma’s out in the Jeep. Are you going to shoot me?

Kim: Not if you stay out of my way.

(Kim turns away from Jarod and starts examining the scene.)

Jarod: Looks like he left in a mighty hurry.

Kim: Shotguns are a great motivator. They hit him over here. And then he jumped out that
window.

Jarod: Seems like you’ve done this before. You gotta a name to go with that shotgun?

Kim: Kim (She looks to the “Greenpeace” banner) . . . Peace.

Jarod: Mike Bodie some kind of activist?

Kim: Terrorist is more like it. Blew up a mining rig. That’s why he’s worth twenty K. My
twenty K.

(They leave Mike’s house and walk to where their vehicles are parked.)

Jarod: Hmm! Twenty grand. Enough to share.

Kim: I don’t share bounty.

Jarod: How about coffee? (She stops and looks at him as he walks past her.)

Diner

(Jarod and Kim are sitting at the counter of a diner. They both have plates in front of them)

Kim: Where did you say you were from?

Jarod: Delaware.

(Jarod pops some flapjack into his mouth.)

Jarod: Hmm.

(He turns his head to look at a group of men sitting at a corner table.)

Jarod: That’s a whole lot of hunters for one man.

Kim: Twenty grand brings out the best and the brightest.

(One of the men who had recently been sitting at the corner table approaches Kim.)

Beers: Kimberley. Who’s your new friend?

Kim: More competition.

Jarod: (Jarod sticks out his hand in greeting. Beers ignores both the hand and Jarod.) Jarod
Green.

Beers: Dennis Beers. Looks like we’re after the same Injun. May the best man win.

(Beers goes back to his “comrades in arms”.)

Kim: Bet you a hundred bucks one of those poor excuses shot up Mike’s place.

Jarod: Maybe they’re after a dead skip.

Kim: Why do you think they’re trying to kill him?

Jarod: Well for starters the blood stains and the shotgun blasts.

Kim: Scare tactics. These guys are not in the killing business. Worse case Bodie’ll get
roughed up.

Jarod: You didn’t rough me up.

Kim: I’m an old fashioned girl. Now you. You’re a kind of a riddle. No handcuffs, no gun, your jeep’s a rental, and no wedding ring. I gotta hunch you haven’t got a place to call home.

Jarod: I could say the same thing about you. Are you sure you won’t consider a team effort?

Kim: Thanks for the flapjacks Delaware.

(She gets up and departs, leaving Jarod somewhat
bemused.)

The Centre

Sim Lab

(Broots comes into the Sim Lab to find Sydney having his eyes tested. He walks up beside
Sydney.)

Sydney: Broots?

Broots: How did you know it was me?

Sydney: Too much Old Spice.

Broots: (He bends down to talk softly to Sydney.) You won’t believe what I snagged.

(Sydney clears his throat.)

(Mr Lyle steps out into the room.)
Mr. Lyle: Don’t let me stop you.

(Broots gets a fright, stands up and speaks in his normal voice.)

Broots: You know that web site you wanted me to trace? Well, you know, it’s untraceable. It appears that Jarod programmed it to jump to a different server every eighteen hours.

Mr. Lyle: So you haven’t found him?

Broots: No.

Miss Parker: Dead ends are Jarod’s specialty.

Mr Lyle: Keep searching. (He leaves.)
Broots: Well, I thought I was going to swallow my tongue.

(He hands a folder to Miss Parker.)

Broots: That’s all I could dig up on Fenigor. It’s a death certificate. They kept him alive for extra two days to harvest his organs. His kidneys are in Kansas, his liver’s in New York his spleen is in Spokane.

Miss Parker: Get me a picture.

Broots: Of his spleen?

Miss Parker: His corpse.

Sydney: You don’t believe the file.

Miss Parker: The only thing I believe is that if Lyle bring in Jarod instead of me Fenigor will not be the only supplier to the organ of the month club.

Sydney: Parker, are you sure this isn’t about a revenge against Jarod’s father.

Miss Parker: Find me the old man’s body before there’s another one.

(Miss Parker leaves. Broots helps Sydney to his feets and then guides him up the stairs
towards his office.)

Broots: Sydney, what would happen if Lyle finds Jarod before Miss Parker?

Sydney: To her?

Broots: No. To us!

The Office of Tribal Liaison

(Jarod is standing in front of a desk at which a man sits typing details into a computer.)

Jarod: I’m a bounty hunter. Why do you need my name?

Vincent: The State may say you got jurisdiction but this is my neighbourhood. And you
don’t operate on these lands without registering. I don’t appreciate you bounty hunters storming through here like a man with no name.

Jarod: So Bodie bombed the mining rig?

Vincent: ACM’s has been making copper digs just outside the Res. Mike didn’t want them
near his property.

Jarod: His house, it’s not on the reservation?

Vincent: Just outside. The land was parcelled to his ancestors a hundred years ago.

Jarod: I have a picture of Mike as a little boy. Do you recognise the man with him?

Vincent: You’re best to talk to Emery. He’s the history buff. Emery!

(Emery has been hovering in the background and at times seemed to be very interested in
what the two men were talking about.)

Emery: Yeah? (He steps forward.)
Vincent: Do you know this guy?

Emery: (He looks at the photograph and shakes his head.) No, sorry.

Jarod: Thank you.

Outside The Office of Tribal Liaison
(Emery has followed Jarod outside.)

Emery: You’re not a bounty hunter. Mike’s dream catcher; you would have had to kill him
to take it off his neck so he must have given it to you.

Jarod: You know Mike?

Emery: He’s part of my thesis on indigenous rights.
Jarod: Are you a descendant?

Emery: Not unless Tonto had a rabbi I don’t know about. (Jarod seems to be confused by
this reference.) Here, some of my research on Mike and ACM. (He hands Jarod a folder.)
It might help you to track him down.

Jarod: Do you think the company would try killing him?

Emery: Well, it would shut up their loudest protestor.
Jarod: Thank you very much. (He turns to leave.)

Emery: Jarod, that picture? Who is the older guy?

Jarod: I’m pretty sure it’s my father.

Emery: Pretty sure?

Jarod: When I was a boy I was told that my parents were killed in a plane crash. It was a lie.

Emery: Man! Who’d make up a lie like that?

Jarod’s Lair

(Jarod is sitting on the bed, the DSA reader on his lap.)

DSA

Sydney: The Centre has another project for you Jarod. This technique hasn’t been used for
decades. How can you improve it? (Sydney hands him a skull.)

Jarod: By factoring in tissue depth from living people I can create a face more accurately.
By size and weight I’d say it’s a man.

Sydney: Very good.

Jarod: Was he someone’s father?

Sydney: Jarod.

Jarod: Yesterday was a year Sydney, since the crash.

Sydney: Focus on the work. This technique is promising.

Jarod: I wish I could invent a way to bring him back.

Jarod’s Lair

Flashback

Mike: I want to tell you everything about your father and his dream quest.

(Jarod goes through the information that Emery has given him. He comes across a
newspaper article with a picture of Mike Bodie standing in front of a peak with the caption
“Native American Remembers Dead Creek”. Jarod gets in his jeep and drives off. Kim, who
appears to be doing some research of her own, watches Jarod leave with interest.
Jarod arrives at the peak that was featured in the newspaper article. Jarod sees Mike sitting
on the side of the slope. Jarod moves up towards Mike. As he nears him, Mike notices the
handcuffs on Jarod’s belt.)

Mike: You’re a bounty hunter?

Jarod: Not any more.

(Jarod takes the handcuffs off his belt and throws them on the ground. He sits down beside Mike.)

Jarod: What happened at your house?

Mike: A guy came in blasting.

Jarod: Did you see him?

Mike: He must have been waiting for me. As soon as he started shooting I ran. But not
before I grabbed that picture of your father.

(Mike winces in pain and pulls back his vest.)

Mike: Arghhh!

Jarod: That could be infected. I’m staying at a motel up the highway. Let me get you there
and I’ll fix you up.

Mike: It’s not right. I owe you.

Jarod: Why do you keep saying that?

Mike: Your father saved my life. I need to tell you about him and his dream quest. You want
answers? Jarod, I’ve got ‘em.

Jarod: Come on.

Kim: Freeze!

(Kim appears above and behind them, shotgun aimed and ready to use.)

Jarod: Kim! NO!

(Jarod stands between the hunter and the hunted. Mike runs down the other side of the slope, climbs on his trail bike and rides away in a shower of dust and stones. Kim is disappointed as he moves out of range.)

(Jarod is striding back to his Jeep with Kim in pursuit.)

Kim: Two words. Handcuffs.

Jarod: You were so focused on the money you don’t even care that the man is injured.

Kim: He doesn’t look all that hurt to me.

Jarod: I think a bounty hunter is trying to kill him.

Kim: Tell it to the judge.

Jarod: If he lives that long.

Kim: Where’d you get that?

(She indicates the dream catcher that Jarod is wearing around his neck.)

Jarod: Gift shop up the highway.

(Jarod drives off. Kim takes out the “wanted poster” of Mike. She examines the dream
catcher that Mike wears in the photograph.)

Jarod’s Lair

(Jarod is talking on the phone to Sydney.)

Jarod: After three years of searching I finally feel close.

Sydney: What about Fenigor’s last words? Your father may be a killer. Is that something
you can accept?

Jarod: Unless it’s another Centre lie. Has any of your eyesight returned since the bombing?

Sydney: The infirmary says that there’s no nerve damage but I still can’t see.

Jarod: Maybe you don’t want to. I don’t know who I am or where I came from or if my
father murdered a woman in cold blood. But I’ll take what I can get. The truth isn’t easy but
it’s real. It opens your eyes.

(They disconnect.)

The Centre

Miss Parker’s Office

(Broots comes into the office with a plastic bag. He empties its contents onto Miss Parker’s
desk.)
Miss Parker: I ask for Fenigor’s body and you bring me sheets?

Broots: It was either that or a bed pan.

Sydney: Perhaps Angelo’s empathic abilities can give us some direction.

Miss Parker: The blind leading the blind.

(Angelo touches Miss Parker on the elbow. He recoils from the touch.)

Angelo: Revenge bad. Revenge makes revenge, makes revenge.

(Miss Parker gets up and moves away from him.)

Miss Parker: This isn’t about me.

(Angelo watches her in concern.)

(Angelo touches the sheet and immediately gets images of a living Mr Fenigor.)
Angelo: Mr F. F.Fenigor better now.

Miss Parker: Is he alive?

(Angelo picks up the sheet.)

Miss Parker: Where is he?

Sydney: What’s going on Broots? What is Angelo up to?

Broots: Well he’s ah put the sheet over his head.

Sydney: Fenigor is a ghost!

Miss Parker: Ghosts aren’t alive Sydney.

Sydney: At the Centre they are and where do they live these days?

Miss Parker: Renewal Wing. (Miss Parker leaves.)

Angelo: CA543. CA543. (Broots picks up a notebook and writes it down.)

Broots: CA543.

Sydney: Thank you Angelo.

Outside the Diner

Vincent: Must be bounty hunter’s breakfast break.

Jarod: Man’s gotta eat Vincent.

Vincent: I never start a day without Pigs in a Blanket.

Jarod: Pigs in the who?

Vincent: Blanket.

(Jarod is none the wiser for the repetition. He shrugs.)

Jarod: Have a nice day.

(He turns to leave.)

Vincent: The bar tender at Dunson’s told me Mike was there yesterday. Said a bounty hunter
showed up and shot the place up.
Jarod: Is that so?

Vincent: Said that Mike was shot too.

Jarod: Really?

Vincent: I wouldn’t put it past you animals.

Jarod: (Jarod turns back to face Vincent.) From what I hear it’s the mining company that
wants Mike dead.

Vincent: Well you just tell your friends this ain’t the wild west. That’s why I’ve paper work
on you people.

Outside The Office of Tribal Liaison

(Jarod is holding a floppy disk Emery has handed him.)

Jarod: These are all the registered
bounty hunters?

Emery: Yes. Please don’t tell Vincent about this. He’d kill me if.

Jarod: It’s between us.

Emery: Jarod I was thinking of that picture of your dad. I scoped out back issues of the tribal paper. This is from the mid-seventies. Mike was lost in the desert. So they mounted this huge rescue effort. The find was credited to an ex-air force major who volunteered for the
search.

Jarod: Is his name in here anywhere?

Emery: No but he saved Mike’s life.

Jarod: Why are you doing this?

Emery: You know. Every man should know who his father is.

Jarod’s Lair

(Jarod is sitting at the table watching a DSA.)

(Sydney looks at the sculpture that Jarod has made from the skull. Sydney holds up a
picture of the man. They two are very similar.)
Sydney: Your facial reconstruction techniques are quite impressive, Jarod. (Sydney points to another sculpture.) What’s that?

Jarod: My father. I sculpted him too Sydney.

Sydney: (Sydney turns it around to look at the face.) He doesn’t have a face.
Jarod: I can’t see my father Sydney. I don’t know who he really is.

The Centre
Renewal Wing

(Miss Parker is quickly and furtively moving from door to door, checking the “contents” of
the rooms. A door opens behind her and Broots scurries through.)

Miss Parker: Nah. You’re going to get shot creeping around like that.

Broots: Do you think I want to be down here?

(Miss Parker continues her search, checking
doors, trying to open some of them forcibly. Broots follows her.)

Broots: Angelo started mumbling something after you left. Something about CA543.

Parker: Centre archives?

Broots: Yes it’s a reference number for an archive receptacle.

(There is a noise behind them. They turn to see a man in a motorised chair come into view.
He stops and looks at them.)

Man: Lost.

(He continues on his way. Miss Parker and Broots exchange a look of amazement(?))

Broots: In his pyjamas.

(Miss Parker finds an unlocked door and they go through into another room.)

Miss Parker: Angelo says there’s something in the Archives, go get it.

(Broots turns to leave but stops as he sees an old man in a suit complete with an old fashioned bow tie. The man is humming a tune but his smile seems rather vacant.)

Miss Parker: Broots?

Fenigor: So nice to have visitors.

Miss Parker: (She turns to the man when she hears his voice.) Mr Fenigor.

Jarod’s Lair

(Jarod is sleeping at the desk in his motel room, his head resting on his folded arms.)

Flashback Dream Sequence.

Jarod: Dad?
Young Jarod: Dad?

Jarod: Is that you? Is that you?

Young Jarod: I can’t see my father Sydney. I don’t know who he really is.

Jarod: (The man turns and faces Jarod except he doesn’t have a face.) Noooooo!

(Jarod is woken by a loud knocking on the door to his room. He picks up his gun, cocks it
and opens the door. Mike Bodie falls towards Jarod and he catches him.)

Mike: You said motel by the highway. Hard man to find. (Mike passes out.)

Jarod: Mike.

The Centre

Renewal Wing

Miss Parker: Don’t you remember me?

Fenigor: Can’t say that I do.

(Mr Fenigor is neatly packing a suitcase. He has a rather pleasant expression on his face, almost as if it is frozen there.)

Miss Parker: Mr Fenigor, My mother is Catherine Parker.

Fenigor: Who?

Miss Parker: You were helping her rescue children from the Centre.

Fenigor: Rescue? The Centre’s mission statement clearly says that our fellow man is our
highest priority.

Miss Parker: Jarod’s father killed my mother, that’s what you said.

Fenigor: I don’t know any Jarod. Sorry. I hope you find what you’re looking for. (He picks
up his suitcase and walks away from them. They watch him go.)

Broots: Somebody scrambled his brain.

Miss Parker: Like an egg.

Broots: Why wouldn’t they just kill him? They did it to your . . .
Miss Parker: My mother?

Broots: Okay. So it’s a really bad analogy but think about it. Why didn’t they just get rid of
him?

Miss Parker: Maybe someone wants me down here looking for Fenigor, running into dead ends.

Broots: Like Mr Lyle.

Miss Parker: It would give him a head start on finding Jarod. Does he know about this archive
receptacle?

Broots: Angelo only told myself and Sydney.

Miss Parker: Find it, and bring it to me.

Jarod’s Lair

(Mike is lying on the bed so that Jarod can attend to his wound.)

Jarod: Buckshot. (He holds up a glass and rattles the buckshot in it.) You’re lucky.
Mike: I didn’t bomb that mining rig.

Jarod: Well why did you jump bail?

Mike: Do you know how many times ACM has had me arrested? I always skip a court
appearance just to get their jockeys in a bunch. Gotta be vocal, defend my land. I’m the last of my line Jarod. I die the tribe gets it.

(He picks up an Indian Chief PEZ dispenser from the bed side table.)

Mike: Cute. Why don’t you take me in? I’m a valuable warrior.

Jarod: I’ll take my past instead.

(The door crashes open and Kim comes in with her hand gun ready and aimed.)

Kim: I new that dream catcher looked familiar. I played a hunch Delaware. I figured that if I
followed you instead of Mike he’d show up. Good hunch.

Outside the Motel

(Kim has hand cuffed Mike and is “man-handling” him towards her vehicle. Jarod is at her
side protesting.)

Jarod: You can’t just take him in.

Kim: Yes I can.

(She gets Jarod in an arm lock and endeavours to place handcuffs on him. Jarod reverses in
the move and Kim finds herself handcuffed to the Jeep. He takes her gun from her belt and
waves it at her.)

Jarod: No you can’t!

Kim: Argh. Argh.

Jarod: Two words. Hand Cuffs!

(Mike and Jarod run for Kim’s car, climb in and Jarod in a great display of male testosterone
madness, burns rubber.)

Mike: Every bounty hunter in the state’ll be after us now.

Jarod: I’m better when I’m hunted.

Kim: (Calling out after the fast disappearing rear end of her car.) Hey! That’s my . . . car.

The Centre

Sim Lab

Miss Parker: Anything on the Jarod web site front.

Mr Lyle: Just that you were right. It was a dead end. Oh, if anything comes up you’ll be the
first to know.
Miss Parker: I'm sure I will.

Mr Lyle: Any luck on the revenge front?

Miss Parker: You too will be the first to know. Where’s Helen Keller?

(Lyle indicates that Sydney is in his office. She goes there to find Sydney squinting at the DSA of Jarod’s first sim, the building of the Empire State Building using lego.)

Miss Parker: Physician heal thy self?

Sydney: Therapy Miss Parker. Face the truth about what you’ve done, in my case misguided
vengeance, and open your eyes to something positive, something worth seeing.

Miss Parker: Does it work?

Sydney: You’re blurry. But you’re there.

Miss Parker: Do you think my revenge is misguided?

Sydney: If you have to ask, you’re answering your own question.

Miss Parker: No offence Syd, but you can’t see it from where I stand.

Sydney: But I don’t have to. I’ve known you since you were a little girl, Parker. You will
never let this go. I want to help. Like him
(He nods towards the DSA screen.) You’re worth
it.

DSA
Young Jarod: Where’s my Mum and Dad?

By the Side of the Road

(Mike and Jarod are standing in front of the car. Jarod has just removed the handcuffs from
Mike’s wrists.)

Mike: You’re a good man Jarod, just like your father.

Jarod: What was he like?

Mike: He would only say his name was Major Charles. But I gave him a better one. Soaring
eagle.

Jarod: Did he live around here?

Mike: No he trained at Clearview airbase years before.

Jarod: So he knew the terrain.
Mike: Just like he knew about losing a son.

Jarod: I heard about the search for you when you were a little boy.

Mike: I wanted to be a big warrior. Go on a quest. I wandered into the caves and broke my
arm. Your dad lead the search for me. After five days they stopped looking. Your father . . .

Jarod: He wouldn’t give up. My father kept on searching.

Mike: Alone. He said it was like finding his own son. Like finding you. As a reward my
father taught yours how to make his own dream catcher. Sent him to the caves on his own
quest.

Jarod: Is the cave still out there?

Mike: Just like he left it. They say you can find things there, answers to questions that are in here. (He places a hand over Jarod’s heart.) That’s what he did.

(They are fired upon by a bounty hunter who is standing on a hill over-looking their position.
They duck behind the truck. Jarod jumps in the truck and starts the engine. Mike jumps into
the bed of it. He climbs through the back window He is rubbing his shoulder.)

Jarod: Are you hit?

Mike: Yes, but I’m not bleeding.

Jarod: Rubber bullets.

Mike: That cowboy’s not so accurate.

Jarod: Or he wasn’t hired to kill you.

The Centre
Miss Parker’s office

Broots: (Broots is standing at her desk with a pair of bolt cutters in his hand staring at a
metal box when Miss Parker enters.) I found it Miss Parker but I don’t know what it means.
Why would they have an archive receptacle on your mum? I didn’t, couldn’t, I wouldn’t open
it. It’s ah, it’s not my place. I’m leaving. I gotta go.

Miss Parker: Broots? Thanks. (He leaves.)

(She wipes the dust from the label on the lid of the box. It reads “Catherine Parker 13 April
1970 (the date of Catherine’s death). She breaks open the seal on the box and opens it.
Inside there is a gun. She grabs a pencil and uses it to lift the gun out by its trigger guard.
On the butt of the gun is a circle of fire. She experiences a flashback to when she was forcibly
pulled away from the elevator, clutching the present that her mother had been going to give
her. She puts the gun back and closes the lid of the box. She has tears in her eyes.)

The Office of Tribal Liaison

(Jarod, Mike and Emery are studying the map of the reservation and its surrounding lands
that is pinned to the wall.)

Jarod: If the bounty hunters don’t want you dead then somebody else does. The question is
why. All of this land was sold to the mining company by the tribe?

Mike: Except for mine. They don’t own it.

Jarod: But if you die the tribe gets your land.

Emery: It doesn’t make sense.

Mike: If the tribe sells my land who would benefit?

Jarod: The man who makes it happen!

(They go over to Vincent’s computer. Jarod activates it.)

Mike: Vincent.
Jarod: As tribal liaison he arranges land buys for ACM. This is his stock portfolio. For
every land deal he gets more stock options. He couldn’t sell your land and he can’t cash in
the options until he completes the buy. I guess killing you is the only answer. The bounty
hunters take the blame.

Mike: How much?

Jarod: (Jarod pushes a few keys.) Two hundred and fifty thousand.

Emery: Talk bout making a killing. Jarod!

(Emery has notices the arrival of Vincent outside. Mike ducks and makes his way to a rear exit. When Vincent enters Jarod is standing on the right side of the counter and Emery is opposite him.)

Jarod: That’s a mighty big gun you got.

(Jarod was referring to the shotgun that Vincent is carrying.)

Vincent: Don’t leave home without it.

Jarod: I’ll have to remember that.

Jarod’s Lair

(Jarod is checking out Vincent’s stock options. He has disassembled a shotgun and is examining its trigger mechanism. He checks that it is “working” to his satisfaction, then
reassembles it. He prints the stock options while talking to Kim on the phone.)

Jarod: Kim, it’s Delaware. I’ve got something to show you.

(They meet on top of a hill at sunset. He passes over the papers.)

Outside the diner

(Jarod keeps a wary eye on Vincent who is inside the diner while he swaps Vincent’s gun for
another.)

Inside the diner

(Vincent’s cell phone rings. He answers it.)

Vincent: Yeah?

Emery: I‘ve got to talk to you Vincent.

Vincent: What the hell is it? I'm eating.

Emery: Sorry. Listen. I was working late and Mike Bodie showed up. He’s furious. He’s
looking at maps and computer files and stuff.

Vincent: I’ll be right over.

The Office of Tribal Liaison

(Vincent enters the office which is in darkness and discovers that his computer is on. It is
showing his stock portfolio. The account is liquidating and as he watches the value decreases until it is zero dollars. He bangs on a few keys to try and halt the process but it has no effect.)

Vincent: Damn it!

(Jarod steps out of the shadows, his shotgun aimed at Vincent.)

Jarod: Oh your money is all gone. You’d better call your broker.

Vincent: The man with no name.

Jarod: Were you expecting someone else? Mike Bodie, maybe?

(He steps up to Vincent and takes his shot gun from his grasp.)

Jarod: I’m just guessing of course. Taking a shot in the dark.

(Jarod shoots Vincent’s computer and Vincent takes the opportunity to run outside.)

Outside

(Vincent runs to the gate but it has been padlocked shut. Jarod follows him outside.)

Jarod: How’s it feel, Vincent?

(He throws the extra shot gun onto the ground.)

Jarod: To be unarmed? (He shoots “at” Vincent.)

Vincent: What the hell are you doing?

Jarod: I’m going hunting. (He fires again.) How about you?

(He shoots above Vincent’s head as he runs to the next bit of cover.)

Vincent: You’ve got the wrong bounty.

Jarod: You should know because you were a bounty hunter the night you tried to kill Mike
Bodie. (He fires at Vincent.)
Vincent: Mike jumped bail.

(Vincent starts to edge around to where his shotgun is lying in the dirt.)

Jarod: On what charge? Blowing up an ACM rig? It was empty Vincent. And I’ll bet your
stock options that you set the explosion yourself. You had to have Mike’s land and you knew he had a habit of jumping bail. And you tried to gun him down and you figured that the
bounty hunters would take the blame. You sold out your own people.

Vincent: (He bends down and picks up his shotgun.) You’re right Jarod. I blew up the rig. And I tried to kill Mike. And now you’re out of shells cowboy.

(He squeezes the trigger but nothing happens.)

Jarod: And you’re out of luck.

(Kim steps out of the shadows. She is wearing headphones and carrying sound
enhancing equipment.)

Kim: Knew we’d make a great team.

The Centre

Angelo’s Space

(Miss Parker enters to find Angelo sitting surrounded by pieces of paper. He grabs handfuls of them, holds them above his head, and then lets them drift down to the floor around him.)

Miss Parker: Whose gun is this Angelo?

(She picks up his hand and places the gun from the archive receptacle in it.)

Angelo: (He takes a deep breath.) Follow the circle.

(He drops the gun on the ground like it
is too hot to handle.)

Miss Parker: Follow the circle? But to where Angelo?

The Centre

Miss Parker’s Office

(Miss Parker is sitting at her desk, deep in thought, tracing a circle over and over on a pad in front of her. She looks up when she hears the door open and is surprised to as Sydney enters. He is wearing a pair of glasses. He looks around as if he is seeing this place for the first time.)

Sydney: Mr Lyle is on his way with your father.

Miss Parker: Sydney, you can see?

Sydney: Better, Miss Parker.

Miss Parker: Thanks for the heads up.

(Sydney leaves and she goes back to her doodling. Mr Parker and Mr Lyle enter.)

Miss Parker: Daddy.

(She stands and walks around the desk to greet him. Mr Lyle does not receive a hug and a kiss though. )

Mr. Parker: Angel. Listen about the other day . . .

Miss Parker: I’ve decided to take your advice and put mother’s death behind me. Let’s get Jarod not his father.

Mr. Lyle: I couldn’t have put it better myself.

Mr. Parker: Now, that’s what I call a family conference. (Mr Parker turns and leaves. Mr
Lyle pauses in the doorway.)

Mr. Lyle: I’m glad for you.

Miss Parker: It’s time to let the past be the past. (He leaves.)

(She closes the door and goes back to the front of her desk. She opens a polished black box
and takes out the gun.)

Angelo: The Circle. Follow the circle.

On the Reservation

Mike: To perform the dream quest you’ve got to go to a sacred place where all the questions
inside your heart can be answered. (They are out in the desert. They walk up a slope and
come to an opening the rock. Mike throws a rope down through the opening.) This is where your father went.

Jarod: Lead the way.

(Mike climbs down first, followed by Jarod. Mike illuminates Jarod’s progress with his
flashlight.)

Jarod: I was told something about my father, something evil. What kind of man was he?

Mike: He saved my life.

(Mike shines the light on the wall. There is a white handprint on the wall. Jarod walks to it and places his hand over it.)

Mike: Your father’s. No one has been in this
cave since he left.

Jarod: What are these?

(There is an eagle, a spiral, a silhouette of a man with his hand on the shoulder of a boy, and a man standing inside a circle of fire.)

Mike: Visions from your father’s quest. The eagle, it’s always above us, always searching.
This eagle is searching for his son. Our symbol for eternity. He will never give up his search.

Jarod: These are my father’s dreams.

Mike: Or nightmares.

(Jarod looks down and sees an object that is partly obscured by sand. He bends, picks it up
and dusts it off. It is a clothing patch and depicts the circle of fire.)

Jarod: A circle of fire. What do you think it means?

Mike: Ask him yourself. You’re on your own.

(Mike hands Jarod the flashlight, slaps Jarod on the shoulder and climbs up the rope. Jarod
opens his backpack and takes out a blanket. He spreads it lies on it and prepares himself for
sleep.)

Dream Sequence

(Jarod is approaches the elevator in which Catherine Parker was killed. Near its entrance, a man in a dark suit stands, a pistol held loosely by his side. His back is towards Jarod.)

Jarod: Dad? Dad?

Young Jarod: Dad?

Jarod: Is that you? Is that you?

(The man now has a face. They embrace.)

Jarod: I knew you’d never stop searching.

Jarod: There’s something I need to know. Did you kill Catherine Parker?

Dad: Follow the Circle, Jarod. Follow the circle.

(Jarod wakes up, sits up looks at the patch and the photo of his dad. He remembers the words
of his dream.)

Jarod: Dad did you kill Catherine Parker?

Dad: Follow the circle Jarod. Follow the Circle.

Clearview Airforce Base

(Jarod and Mike are standing at the closed chain link fence of the base.)

Mike: The Elders think that the patch was from your father’s squadron here at Clearview.
Unfortunately they closed the base down over twenty years ago. Dead end.

Jarod: The story of my life. But you can’t have a dead end without a road. And thanks to
you I have a new one to follow.

Mike: So what are you going to do?

Jarod: (He looks at the patch in his hand.) I’m going to follow the circle.

(They exchange farewells.)

Mike: Hey when you find your Dad, tell him we’re even.

(Jarod climbs into the jeep and drives away.)

The Centre

Angelo’s Space

(Angelo is sitting in the centre of a circle that he has made from scrunched up paper. He
takes a match and lights the paper. The whole circle catches fire. He continues to sit in the
middle of the circle as it burns.)

Angelo: Circle. Follow the Circle.

(Angelo sees the images that are painted on the walls of the cave where Major Charles and Jarod held their dream quests.)

End credits.

Guest stars:

Young Jarod Ryan Merriman

Young Sydney Alex Wexo
Young Miss Parker Ashley Peldon

Creative Consultant Rick Wallace

Produced by Harvey Frand

Producer Marianne Canepa

Supervising Producer

Co-executive Producer Tommy Thompson

Executive Producers Craig W. Van Sickle & Steven Long Mitchell

Story by Juan Carlos Coto

Directed by David Jackson

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