The Pretender was created by Steven Long Mitchell & Craig W. Van Sickle
Jarod assumes the identity of a member of the Coast Guard in his attempt to uncover the truth behind a drowning at sea.
Miss Parker and Sydney arrive at a YMCA, where they question a resident about Jarod, who left a few days earlier. The man tells them that Jarod took extensive swimming lessons for reasons unknown. Later, a Coast Guard helicopter, piloted by Martha Poole, spots a boat fire at sea. Upon seeing someone dive off the craft, Jarod, who has assumed the name Lieutenant Campbell, jumps out of the helicopter and stages a rescue. Moments later, the boat explodes.
Back at the Centre, Miss Parker informs Sydney that Broots is using a high tech phone tap to locate Jarod’s whereabouts. She believes that, eventually, Jarod will slip up, as “it’s the smart ones who always do something stupid.” At the coast guard base, Jarod notices that Poole looks ill, but Poole dismisses her discomfort as bad sushi.
A short time later, Jarod is introduced to Lieutenant Commander Paul Bilson. Meanwhile, Poole approaches Commander Powell regarding her rank review. Powell reminds her that all such requests go to Bilson. Bilson promises he will give it his full attention as soon as possible. While cruising the ocean with Bilson and fellow Coast Guard member Javi Padilla, Jarod encounters an apparently abandoned boat listing some three degrees. Jarod steps onto the vessel in hopes of locating anyone who may be aboard. He encounters Roy Abbott, an ornery man who demands that the Coast Guard members vacate his boat despite its questionable seaworthiness. Bilson gives Abbott one week to make repairs on his own or risk being forced to return to shore.
While painting at an easel, Jarod telephones Sydney and tells him that he cannot see the faces of his subjects but he can see their eyes, which never stop staring at him. Jarod believes the people in his paintings were killed because the Centre’s exploitation of his gifts. Sydney informs Jarod that the DSAs in his possession contain his work. But Jarod counters that they contain his life. After Jarod hangs up, Miss Parker informs Sydney that Broots’ phone tap was successful. But when she and Sydney arrive at the YMCA and enter Jarod’s old room, they encounter a man named Yago, who informs them that Jarod gave him six months free rent in exchange for transferring his telephone calls.
Jarod returns to Abbott’s boat. He notices a framed photograph of a woman on display and asks about Magdeline (which is also the name of Abbot’s vessel). Jarod correctly surmises that Magdeline is Abbott’s lost love. Abbott changes the subject and again insists he is not moving his boat. Jarod trades some supplies for a hand-carved wooden chest. He then moves on.
On an ocean front boardwalk, Jarod takes great interest in novelty items such as “fake dog poop.” Poole reacts with anger when she learns that Jarod is receiving a rank review even though he has only been with the Coast Guard division for three days. Jarod asks Poole when she is due referring to her pregnancy, not her review. Poole reacts with surprise, for her husband isn’t aware of her condition. Jarod tells her he was once a midwife and can spot the signs very quickly. He promises Poole her secret is safe with him. Later, Jarod asks Poole about the King case, a well-publicized incident that occurred while Bilson was on night patrol. An investigation was launched, but it was never determined how King’s boat sank, though a coroner believed that King treaded water for a day before he drowned. Jarod points out that, according to a report, water current information was provided by directional buoys. Poole reacts with surprise when Jarod tells her that the report indicates the current was moving southwest.
Jarod approaches King’s orphaned daughter, Kimberly. She shows him the best way to eat an Oreo cookie. Kimberly tells him that the thing she misses the most since her father died is her mother’s smile. In flashback, Young Sydney pressures Young Jarod to solve a crisis aboard a moon mission. As Jarod watches the DSA, he realizes the Coast Guard wanted Tom King to die. Later, Jarod mentions the King case to Bilson. He claims his men did everything they could to save him.
Jarod approaches Javi looking for the answer as to why Kimberly will never see her father again. Javi states that he and Bilson searched for King for two days. But Jarod is aware that the search took place in an area where the pair knew King couldn’t be found. He is also aware that Javi and Bilson were involved with a contraband operation. He tells Javi that paint from the hull of King’s cruiser will match some paint on the rescue cruiser that that he and Bilson were using on the night the boat sank. Shortly thereafter, Javi admits that he and Bilson were involved in a lucrative drug smuggling operation. While they were transporting the contraband one foggy evening, they accidentally collided with King’s boat, sinking it. Javi claims that Bilson placed a gun to his head and prevented him from rescuing King. While Bilson is on patrol, he receives a short wave radio communication from (what he thinks is) his drug contacts. Bilson confirms that he will rendezvous with the party. Later, while on patrol, Bilson’s boat is deliberately rammed by Jarod’s cruiser. Bilson falls into the sea, but Jarod refuses to attempt a rescue. He turns his boat around and leaves him treading water. Later, Jarod radios the coast guard and reports “some floating debris” that needs attention. Shortly thereafter, Sydney and Miss Parker spot Jarod’s boat and a high speed chase ensues. But when the pair catch up, they realize the craft is empty. Later, Jarod assumes the role of a race car driver at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway.
Man | Just missed him; only been gone a couple of days. |
Sam | I’ll check the dresser. |
Sydney | How did he look? |
Man | Oh, about six-two, 170 pounds I guess. |
Sydney | No, that’s not what I mean. I mean was he okay? Did he seem to be in good health? |
Man | Are you kidding. The man had a physique the pros would kill for. So … tell me, if Mr. Spitz wasn’t really an atomic engineer … how did he stop the nuke plant from turning us into pork rind. |
Sydney | Mr. Spitz is um … |
Miss Parker | A fascinating man. So any stab at Jarod’s Oedipal tragedy Doctor Froid? |
Man | Jarod. That was his first name, yeah. Strange, but you’d think a grown man with the last name of Spitz would already know how to swim, wouldn’t ya? |
Miss Parker | He was here for swimming lessons? |
Man | Hey we are the Y. He was a quick learner too. From pike to advanced adult in just five weeks. Day in, day out … swimming was all he did; except for this past week. He spent every second in the pool but didn’t swim a stroke. |
Sydney | What do you mean? |
Man | From the time we opened in the morning until the midnight crew closed her down, he’d be there in the deep end treading water without ever stopping. Just treading water. |
Miss Parker | I wonder what your science project is up to now. |
Search and Rescue Helicopter | |
Martha | Banking two-niner heading down. |
Jarod | Go in for a closer look. |
Martha | It’s smoking pretty badly. I’ll call in a rescue craft. |
Jarod | She’s going overboard. There’s no time. |
Martha | Jarod. No! Come on Jarod. |
Jarod | Hello. My name is Jarod. You’re going to be just fine. |
Intro | |
The Centre | |
Sam | Miss Parker you have a fax. |
Note | “Sorry I missed you at the Y … Things aren’t always the way they seem. 4/13/70 Jarod.” |
Sim Lab | |
Twins | One thousand, three hundred and twenty-four. |
Sydney | Very good girls and absolutely correct. |
Miss Parker | Sydney, now! |
Sydney | Your theatrics upset the children. |
Miss Parker | Save it for Mr Rogers Syd. I set up a tech session with Broots I think that can help us track Jarod. I think that takes precedence over Thing 1 and Thing 2. |
Sydney | Broots’ technology isn’t going to help us track a chameleon. Jarod changes color. He blends in. We’ll get close when he lets us. Patience, Parker. We need patience. |
Miss Parker | Syd, patience may be a soothing catch-all for the potato heads in Psychogenic Services but my father and the boys in the Tower equate patience with failure. |
Sydney | But Jarod is a Pretender. He can become anyone he wants to be. We’ll never catch him with one of Broots’ phone taps. |
Miss Parker | That’s what they said about the Unabomber, Syd. And how did they catch that whacked out prodigy. A letter to Mommy. It’s the smart ones who always do something stupid. |
Sydney | Let’s use the stairs. It’s only three flights up. Come on. |
Miss Parker | Stop nurturing Sydney. Hell, it’s been twenty years. I don’t have any problem riding this elevator. You shouldn’t either. |
Sydney | Your mother was a special person. |
Miss Parker | My mother was weak, period. She couldn’t handle the pressures of SIS or this place. I don’t have that problem. Only thing that ever bothered me was … why in an elevator. They go up, they go down. They end up nowhere. It’s amazing how a single bullet can change your life. |
Sydney | If you ever want to talk about it … |
Miss Parker | Correct me if I’m wrong Sydney, but wasn’t my mother’s session with you one of the last things she did before she got in this elevator? No thanks. Sydney I’ll take my own chances. |
Coast Guard, San Diego, California | |
Jarod | Martha. Good morning. |
Martha | You look way too rested to be staying in Coast Guard Housing. |
Jarod | I live off base. |
Martha | It took three years and a husband to get me out of the iron cot. How’d you swing it? |
Jarod | I forged my transfer papers. Martha, are you okay? |
Martha | Uh, bad sushi. |
Jarod | Is there any other kind? |
Commander Powell | Lieutenant Campbell, morning. |
Jarod | Morning Sir. |
Bilson | I’m glad I caught you. I wanted you to meet my Lieutenant Commander Paul Bilson. |
Jarod | Pleasure to meet you sir. |
Bilson | Word is you did some pretty good work out there yesterday. Heard you even plucked a victim out of the soup. |
Jarod | Well, it’s a good thing I took those swim lessons at the Y. |
Commander Powell | I wish all my transfers had your humility, not to mention talent. |
Martha | Commander Powell. I was hoping to get a few minutes regarding my rank review. |
Commander Powell | Well all rank reviews go through the LC. |
Bilson | I know. It’s on my desk I’ll get on it ASAP. |
Martha | Thank you sir. |
Commander Powell | Well, I’ll leave you in abler hands, Lieutenant Campbell. |
Jarod | Thank you sir. |
Bilson | Well the real question is what kind of sea legs do you have? As you know, anybody can fly. Right Poole? |
Martha | A kite maybe, sir. |
Jarod | Lieutenant. |
Tech | Morning LC. Hey! Got the Christi purring like a kitten. |
Bilson | Ah, I don’t trust that old nag. I’ll take the 45. |
Tech | Yes sir. |
Bilson | Commander Powell likes his men to be real sailors. You up for some sea duty? |
Jarod | As ready as I’ll ever be, sir. |
Bilson | Javi we’re waiting. |
Javi | Rumble Base Alpha signing off. |
Bilson | Haven’t you ever heard of the Internet? E-mail? |
Javi | I’m a purist. I crave static. |
Bilson | You coming? |
Javi | Yeah! |
Jarod | Hi! Jarod Campbell. |
Javi | Javi Padilla. |
Jarod | Nice to meet you. Is Bilson always in such a hurry? |
Javi | Only when the ocean calls. |
Bilson | Commander Powell tells me you’ve been running icebreakers off Katima Bay. |
Javi | The Great Lakes? Ah you didn’t tell me he was a fresh water boy, sir. |
Jarod | Ah give me a break. At least I transferred to the unit with the best SAR record in the Guard. |
Bilson | You’re damn right. We conducted 178 search and rescues last year alone. |
Jarod | Whoo! |
Bilson | Looks like a 4280 to me. |
Jarod | It’s listing about three degrees. Abandoned? |
Bilson | That’s my guess. Javi call it in. Jarod check it out. |
Jarod | Hello? It’s the Coast Guard. Anybody here? Hello. Woah now sir, nobody’s here to hurt you. |
Abbott | Aw hell! |
Bilson | Roy Abbott, say hello to Lieutenant Campbell. |
Jarod | Hi. Call me Jarod. |
Abbott | Get off my boat. |
Bilson | Ah come on Roy, is that anyway to treat the new guy? |
Jarod | Sir. Your stores appear to be low and you also appear to be taking on water. Why don’t you let us tow you ashore so we can help you re-supply? |
Abbott | Nothin’ I need over there. I’m fine where I am. |
Bilson | Mr. Abbott, the commander does not agree. You have one week to come in or we’re authorized to bring you in sir. |
Jarod | It’s for your own good Mr Abbott. |
The Centre | |
Sydney | Sydney. |
Jarod | Well, I’m surprised you’re not out making rounds down corridor fifteen. |
Sydney | Even psychiatrists need a day off. |
Jarod | All this time I thought your interest in me was purely paternal. |
Sydney | I understand learning to swim, but aren’t you a little old to be playing with bathtub toys? |
Jarod | Well, it’s certainly better than the kind of playtime you foisted upon me. It’s funny, I can’t see their faces but their eyes, they won’t stop staring at me. |
Sydney | Whose eyes Jarod? |
Jarod | I don’t know. Dead eyes. Eyes of people that aren’t alive today because of how you exploited my simulations. |
Sydney | And now you want to right those wrongs by using your gift as an avenging angel. Is that it? |
Jarod | Something like that. |
Sydney | Then why are you calling? |
Jarod | I wanted to know if … If Jarod was my real name. |
Sydney | I think it is. At least that’s what I was told. |
Jarod | Thank you Sydney. |
Sydney | Don’t hang up. I’m worried about you. |
Jarod | If you’re so worried about me why don’t you go to the authorities? |
Sydney | You know I can’t do that. |
Jarod | Why? Because you love me? Or because you’re afraid of what I know? |
Sydney | Jarod if those people from the beltway find out what you have I won’t be able to protect you. |
Jarod | If they find out what I have, you won’t be able to protect yourselves. |
Sydney | Those DSA’s contain my work. |
Jarod | No Sydney! They contain my life. Goodbye. |
Miss Parker | We got you, genius. |
Novelty Shop | |
Jarod | Now this is very interesting. You mean somebody actually manufactures imitation canine feces? |
Clerk | Yep. Only they couldn’t fit all that on the label so they just call it fake dog poop. |
Jarod | Hm. And why exactly would someone want fake dog poop? |
Clerk | ‘Cause it’s funny. |
Jarod | Oh! |
Girl | No I mean the white ones. Yeah! Thank you. |
Clerk | It is funny. |
Girl | I got the white ones Mommy. Those were his favorites. |
San Diego YMCA | |
Miss Parker | Broots traced Jarod’s call back to this YMCA. Get him! |
Man | Hey hey hey! I ain’t done nothing. I ain’t done nothing. |
Miss Parker | What are you doing in this room? |
Man | I ain’t trespassing. No. This guy gave me the room. |
Sydney | Is this the man? |
Man | Yeah that-that’s him. You know what? He conducts the Philharmonic. And-and and-and he gives me six months free rent just to transfer his calls. And you know what, he says he likes to travel a lot. |
Miss Parker | Shut up Sydney. |
Jarod | Good morning Mr Abbott. |
Abbott | What do you want? |
Jarod | I don’t know. I was just passing through. Permission to come aboard? |
Abbott | Granted. |
Jarod | Magdeline’s a pretty lady. |
Abbott | How do you know Magdeline? |
Jarod | I was talking about your boat. Is that your wife? |
Abbott | Could have been. Probably would’ve. I never asked her. |
Jarod | Do you think the Dutchmen ever found his lost love? |
Abbott | What? |
Jarod | The opera you were listening to. Wagner’s Dutchman. That’s the story. I always wondered, if he ever searched for his love, or spent the rest of his days floating around on that ghost ship. |
Abbott | I never really gave it much thought. |
Jarod | It’s not easy wondering if someone you love is still out there. |
Abbott | I ain’t moving my boat. |
Jarod | I’m not asking you to. |
Abbott | Don’t that uniform make it your job? |
Jarod | I’m just borrowing the uniform. I brought you some supplies from town. I’ll trade you … for … this chest you’ve carved. |
Abbott | Throw in some candles next time you pass, you got yourself a deal. |
Jarod | Done. Thanks. You ever listen to Mozart, Mr Abbott? The Magic Flute? |
Abbott | I like this one fine. It’s all I need. |
Jarod | I was allowed to listen to it once when I was a child. I closed my eyes, and in my mind I became an eagle. I could go anywhere, do anything. Nothing could stop me. Maybe Mozart knew something that Wagner didn’t. |
Abbott | I ain’t moving my boat. |
Martha | Campbell, even on routine patrol I expect your eyes on the deck. This is a helicopter not a library. |
Jarod | I’m trying to orient myself with the West Coast Ocean Search Patterns. Tell you what, I will buy you lunch if you will let me pick your brain about some of these old searches. |
Martha | As long as it’s not Sushi. |
Jarod | Great. I don’t want Commander Powell to tag me fresh water boy on my rank review. |
Martha | Wait a minute. You’ve been here three days and you’re getting a rank review. Oh great! All I need is another guy in this operation elbowing for room on the ladder. |
Jarod | When are you due? |
Martha | I should have made LC months ago, but Commander Powell keeps on putting it off. |
Jarod | Not your promotion, your baby. I’d say from your nausea and your sore back, you’re about … nine weeks? |
Martha | My husband doesn’t even know. What are you, a part time obstetrician. |
Jarod | No, but I was a mid wife once. You haven’t told the Commander yet, have you? |
Martha | Hell no! If Powell or anyone else around here finds out about this I can kiss away my chances at LC. |
Jarod | Your secret’s safe with me. |
The Centre | |
Miss Parker | Well Broots, what’s happened? |
Broots | I’m backtracking his call through the other phone. All I know right now is that they’re all international land lines. I didn’t even know that was possible. |
Miss Parker | How long to trace it? |
Broots | Uh-uh, it’s hard to say. Jarod’s method is so basic, so simple. Ah, ah, twenty, twenty-four hours. |
Miss Parker | You have twelve. |
Broots | I can do it in eight. |
Martha | The King file. You really picked a sensitive one. It’s all down hill after this. You should talk to Bilson; this was his baby. |
Jarod | How so? |
Martha | Well it happened during his regular Tuesday night patrol so … Bilson was in charge. It was a tough one too. No one was sure how King’s boat went down. Never did find it. This one was particularly sad. The coroner said that Tom King treaded water a day and a half before he drowned. For an SAR team to come up empty — that’s the kind of news that hurts the most. |
Jarod | Now, this report says that the search patterns were based on water current information provided by directional buoys. |
Martha | Yep! Dropped them myself. |
Jarod | Pilcher’s Point? |
Martha | That’s the area Tom King was known to be fishing in. |
Jarod | So Bilson deployed standard grid searches south east of that point. |
Martha | That’s SOP. You seem to be following this fine. What is the matter? |
Jarod | According to satellite monitoring, the DF buoys indicated that the current was moving southwest. |
Girl | You’re doing it wrong. |
Jarod | Hmm? |
Girl | Didn’t you ever eat cookies as a kid. |
Jarod | They didn’t have cookies where I grew up? |
Girl | Where’d you grow up? Mars? |
Jarod | Sort of. |
Girl | First. you twist the cookie … so the top comes off. Like a little lid. Then you get all the white stuff off. I pick it with my teeth or you can scrape it or lick it. |
Jarod | Then what do you do with the brown part? |
Girl | Grown ups put it in ice cream. |
Jarod | Why don’t they just sell the white stuff? |
Girl | It wouldn’t be any fun. |
Jarod | Your mom works hard. |
Girl | Since my Dad died that’s all she does. He’s with St Andrew, the one for fishermen. I bought my Dad a statue of him at Church. It was on his boat. They never found that. |
Jarod | It’s hard to lose a parent. I know. What part do you miss the most? |
Girl | My mom’s smile. |
DSA 4/13/70 | |
Young Jarod | I can’t figure it out. |
Sydney | You have to. |
Young Jarod | How much oxygen is left? |
Sydney | Less than forty-eight hours. |
Young Jarod | Well, what caused the explosion? |
Sydney | We don’t know. |
Young Jarod | Fuel. Oxygen. There’s nothing that can save us! |
Sydney | It’s your duty to save your crew. |
Young Jarod | No I can’t do it! |
Sydney | You shut down now you all die! Come on Jarod. Think! |
Young Jarod | Wait. Wait. I’ve got it, I’ve got it. I can use the gravitational pull of the moon to help get us back. |
Sydney | Very good Jarod. I knew you would save them if you wanted to. |
Jarod | They didn’t want to save Tom King. They wanted him to die. |
Miss Parker | What? |
Jarod | Awww, I intentionally wake you in your deepest sleep phase and all I get is a lifeless “What”? |
Miss Parker | Uh. If you want wit read Noel Coward. What time is it where you are? |
Jarod | Cute. Not funny, but cute. |
Miss Parker | You’re making house calls now. I’m honored. |
Jarod | Well, I was feeling a little guilty about my virtual phone game. |
Miss Parker | You know, I really should take this to replay at the Christmas party. You’ll be there you know …. rest assured. |
Jarod | I’m not resting much at all these days. |
Miss Parker | Breaking my heart. So Jarod, why the YMCA? |
Jarod | 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. |
Miss Parker | Cute, not funny, but cute. |
Jarod | Did you know, that they make fake dog poop? It’s amazing how it appears to be one thing but it’s really something completely different. |
Miss Parker | And I should care because … ? |
Jarod | 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? |
Miss Parker | And what truth is that Jarod? |
Jarod | It’s all in the note I sent you. The truth about what makes you sad. |
Bilson | I doubt the boys back at Katima Bay are sittin’ beach side this time of year. |
Jarod | Probably freezing their butts off on some futile cape-hopping SAR. |
Bilson | So, uh … besides the obvious why pull up stakes? |
Jarod | Well, I was feeling kinda cooped up where I was living, so I decided to head out west. I interviewed at the Channel Islands Station first, but I decided this was the spot for me. |
Bilson | Well, you made the right decision. The Channel Islands is full of our rejects. |
Jarod | That’s funny, they said that this group was a bunch of renegades. |
Javi | Here you go, sir. |
Javi | That’s a crock. |
Jarod | They said guys who couldn’t rescue a fisherman from their own bay didn’t deserve to wear the uniform. |
Javi | Were they talking about the King rescue? |
Jarod | Yes. I think that was the name they used. Something go wrong? |
Bilson | You know, it’s amazing how the people we put our lives on the line for can just turn around and smear the Guard with one news story. The man’s wife took it hard. She blamed us. I understand her tragedy. I guess she had to blame somebody so she could deal with it. I promise you, we did everything we could do to save that man. We did our job. |
Flashback | |
Martha | Pilcher’s Point is where Tom King was known to be fishing. |
Jarod | The current was going southwest. |
Martha | No one was sure how King’s boat went down. Never did find it. |
Miss Parker | What? I’m on my way. |
Broots | It wasn’t easy but I-I have to admit, figuring Jarod’s mind is a real treat. He’s a damn clever guy. |
Miss Parker | He’s a one man Siegfried and Roy. Show me what you have. |
Broots | Okay. We backtracked the call we thought was coming from this YMCA, from Jarod’s room, room 334. Jarod inter-connected a hundred and seventy-three international calls but-but backtracking those calls was impossible because instead of a call forwarding device triggered by a single call all of the hundred and seventy-three calls were individually initiated. |
Sydney | Ingenious. |
Broots | And-and a hell of a lot of work for Jarod I might add and-and very expensive. |
Miss Parker | I don’t care what it cost. |
Broots | Oh that’s good, because he charged it to your calling card. |
Miss Parker | Where is he? |
Broots | Ha, oh the-the last place we would expect to look. Room 335. |
Miss Parker | In the same Y? |
Broots | In the very next room. |
Jarod | Ha ha, gotcha. I found this, in a novelty shop on the pier. |
Javi | Yeah very funny. |
Jarod | Just when you think it’s your lucky day you find out, it’s not. |
Javi | So … what are you doing here? |
Jarod | Same as you. Looking for peace of mind. And the answer to why she’ll never see her father again. |
Javi | Who the hell are you, huh? |
Jarod | I don’t really know. But last night I became you. And I realized why you come here so much; why you feel so guilty. And why you and Bilson didn’t save a father’s life. |
Javi | We searched for him for two days. |
Jarod | But you made sure the search was in areas where you knew he wouldn’t be found. You couldn’t afford for him to be found alive, could you? |
Javi | You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. |
Jarod | I do know that you and Bilson make the same patrol in the south sector every Tuesday night and every Wednesday afternoon you make a rather sizeable deposit into your private account on Coronado. So what kind of contraband were you running? |
Jarod | You’re crazy man. |
Jarod | Am I? The paint on the hull is going to match the rescue cruiser that you and Bilson were in the night he went down. You can search everywhere you want for salvation, but the only place you’re gonna find it is in the truth you’re running from. |
Javi | Me and Bilson meet a Mexican hauler named the Santa Marca every Tuesday night, bringing in a shipment of something. I think it’s rock but I’m not positive. We’re just paid delivery boys. I don’t know how we hit his boat. It was foggy. I just-just couldn’t see it but we sheared it right in half. And then … then I swung around and, and spotted him in the water. |
Jarod | He was still alive. |
Javi | Yeah. He looked up at me and … and all I could think was … what a small world. I used to see him with his daughter and his wife at Mass. And I think he recognized me too. And then he put his hand up to me. So I tried to pull him on board but Bilson stopped me. He literally put a gun to my head and told me to leave him. |
Jarod | If you saved him? |
Javi | Yeah, we’d go to jail. But I’ll take prison in a heartbeat, if I can get out of this hell I’m in. |
Jarod | Hey could you do me a favor? Now that’s funny. |
Jarod | I’m sorry I’m late sir. |
Bilson | Late for what? |
Jarod | Patrol. I just got the call this morning about riding with you. |
Bilson | Riding with me? Where’s Javi? |
Jarod | I don’t know sir. They told me he was sick. |
Bilson | Sick? |
Jarod | Actually I’m not feeling very well myself. Bad sushi. You mind if I hit the head and catch up with you? |
Bilson | Nah, sure, sure. |
Jarod | Is there something wrong? |
Bilson | No. Everything’s great. |
Jarod | Alright. I will see you in a minute. |
Bilson | Where’s 45? |
Tech | I guess it’s on patrol. The Christi’s … |
Bilson | Yeah purring, I know. Javi? Javi? |
Radio | Santa Marca to Robin 247. Santa Marca to Robin 247. Come in 247. |
Bilson | Are you insane? We don’t have scheduled radio contact until tonight. |
Radio | We’re confirming we got your message. Per your request, the rendezvous will be at 10 am today. You will be there Javi? Hello Javi? |
Bilson | Alright today. I’ll be there. |
Radio | Adios. |
Jarod | Well there you are sir. I’m ready if you are. |
Bilson | Oh it’s alright, Lieutenant. It’s a routine patrol. I’ll do it alone. |
Jarod | Are you sure sir? |
Bilson | Yeah. Yeah. Go take care of your gut. |
Jarod | Well thank you sir. |
YMCA | |
Miss Parker | You couldn’t tell us he lived next door? |
Man | You didn’t ask. |
Sydney | Paint. |
Miss Parker | Come on. |
The Christi | |
Coast Guard Pier | |
Miss Parker | Excuse me, have either of you seen this man? |
The Christi | |
Bilson | Oh, that’s great. That’s just great. Purring like a damn kitten. Robin 247 to Santa Marca, come in Santa Marca. Rescue 45 come in. Is that you Javi? Rescue 45 you’re in a direct course for my craft. Veer off. Rescue 45 veer off. Rescue 45 you’re coming right at me. Rescue 45. Veer off. Veer off. Hey! |
Jarod | Oh my God! |
Bilson | What the hell’s wrong with you man? Are you blind or something. Toss me a line. |
Jarod | I can’t sir. |
Bilson | What? |
Jarod | I’m sorry. But I can’t rescue you. |
Bilson | You’re bucking for a court martial Lieutenant. |
Jarod | Well, that is serious sir. But you see …. a court martial, it won’t exactly affect me. You see, I’m not really a lieutenant. The truth is I’m not really in the Coast Guard. |
Bilson | You get me outta here. |
Jarod | Oh, don’t worry. You’ll be okay. Men have been known to tread water for days. |
Bilson | This isn’t funny. |
Jarod | Oh, you’re right. It’s terrifying. You’re all alone. You can’t see anything but water, and you start thinking about what might be down there; what just bumped you below the surface? And after a while your nerves will settle down, but unfortunately, that’s when your body starts to ache and the only way to stop the pain is to stop treading. But then you start to sink. And in that instant between life and death you think about all the people and all the things you left behind. So you start fighting your way back to the surface. You fight for your life. |
Bilson | You can’t leave me here. |
Jarod | Sure I can. Just like you left Tom King. |
Bilson | No. No. No. Noooo! |
Coast Guard Station | |
Javi | Excuse me sir … something you have to see. |
Commander | What’s this? |
Javi | It’s the truth, sir. |
Rescue 45 | |
Jarod | This is Rescue Unit 45 to base … requesting pick up near DF Buoy Number 29. Oh, take your time getting there. It’s just a little … floating debris. |
Pursuit Boat | |
Miss Parker | There he is! |
Sydney | Hello Jarod. |
Jarod | Hello Sydney. |
Miss Parker | Give that to me! There’s nowhere to go this time. |
Jarod | Sydney raised me to believe my mind could take me anywhere. |
Sydney | He’s out of fuel. |
Miss Parker | It’s like I told you Sydney, the smart ones always do something stupid. Get him. |
Sydney | He’s not there? |
Miss Parker | How? |
Sam | I don’t know. But he left you this. |
Magdeline | |
Jarod | Hiya Roy! |
Abbott | Jarod! |
Jarod | Nice day for a swim. |
DSA 13th April, 1970 | |
Young Jarod | What’s that Sydney? |
Sydney | I don’t know. |
Catherine Parker | Noooooooo! No! No! |
Young Jarod | They’re trying to hurt her! |
Sydney | Stay here Jarod. |
Sweeper | Get her off the elevator. |
Young Jarod | Stop it! |
Sweeper | Get the kid outta here. |
Young Jarod | Stop! |
Sydney | No! Please come back. |
Young Miss Parker | Mama! Mama! Mama! Mama no! Mama! |
Miss Parker | It’s me. I want to know what really happened to my mom. |
San Diego Marina | |
Jarod | Thanks Roy. |
Abbott | Aw it ain’t nothing. |
Jarod | Magdeline’s out there somewhere. What are you going to do? |
Abbott | Think I’ll take a walk. Thank you. How about you? |
Jarod | I think I’ll take a drive. |
Race Track | |
Announcer | Gentlemen. Start your engines. |
SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA — Miss Parker and Sydney miss Jarod again, this time at the Y.M.C.A. Jarod is a Coast Guard lieutenant in an effort to discover the truth behind a boating accident where a fisherman was killed during a drug smuggling operation and why he wasn’t rescued. Jarod befriends a hermit who lives out at sea and refuses to come back to land. One of Jarod’s DSAs holds the key to the death of Miss Parker’s mother, Catherine.
- Jarod Discovers: Fake dog poop (and other novelties), oreo cookies
- Jarod’s Pretends: Atomic Engineer, Coast Guard, Drag Racer
- Jarod’s Last Names: Spitz (referencing swimmer Mark Spitz; this could also be a reference to Henry Spitz, a Nuclear and Radiological Engineer, since Jarod saves a nuclear power plant at the beginning of this episode)
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