The Pretender s01e07 Episode Script

- [Bell Ringing.]
- Sorry about the principal not being able to give you the tour.
He's real busy.
Working up the school lunch schedule is trying work, I'm sure.
This was Mr.
Jarod's classroom.
He was, like, the best substitute.
Kids would sit in on the class even though they weren't enrolled.
And he did the coolest experiments.
- I can see that.
- Oh, yeah.
We even did a virology unit on bugs to learn their resiliency.
He told us that roaches would be the only living thing after a biological holocaust them and some woman named Parker.
Hardly sounds like high school biology.
Mr.
Jarod, like, marched to his own drummer.
He's a one-man band, all right.
The best part is he wouldn't grade us.
It was like he was conducting his own experiment and we were collecting the data for him.
You run along to homeroom now.
Aah! Carlos? Wait! Come back here! Hold it right there! Come on, now! Stop! - Carlos, come on! That's it! - Aah! - Where's your dad? - Down the hall, last room.
My name is Jarod.
You're going to be just fine.
[Man Narrating.]
Okay, the father's symptoms include weight loss, fever night sweats, violent cough, swollen lymph nodes - Mycobacterium tuberculosis.
- Looks like it.
- You don't see that much anymore.
- No.
- But he'll be fine once we get him admitted.
- How's the boy? Too early to tell.
But much better off than you're gonna be once Garber finds out what you did with the kid.
Violating quarantine procedures with these people was damn foolish.
I realize it was a bit unorthodox, sir but T.
B.
is a Level 2 classification.
It doesn't require an on-site quarantine.
Friendly advice, Dr.
Reilly.
If you don't wanna end up dead, you'll remember that every one of these situations should be treated as a Level 4 situation.
Walter, whether or not the boy was already exposed, or What difference does it make? - He's protected either way.
- [Jarod.]
And the boy gets to be with his father now.
I felt like he needed that.
Great.
Our new guy's Florence Nightingale.
[Man Coughing.]
Yeah, you're gonna love this place.
Stove and oven in the kitchen, hot and cold running.
- 170? - Okay, 150.
I'll pay the water.
Come on down to the office.
- We'll sign the papers.
- Does it have roaches? Of course not.
This place is a bohemian's dream, not some slum.
- Come on to the office.
- No roaches? [Violin.]
- Damn it! - What is that? It's a never-endin' cat-gut nightmare is what it is not to mention the worst rental decision of my life.
! [Baby Crying.]
There's another building two blocks west of here.
Might be able to find somethin' quieter there.
No.
I'll take this place.
It's a lot nicer than where I used to live.
[Sneezes.]
Bless you.
Sounds like the flu.
It's cold and rainy in Portland this time of year.
Here, keep it.
It's clean.
So I took a trip without you.
Don't tell me you're jealous.
Confused.
I thought we were working together.
So did I, until I discovered your personal ads all over the country trying to contactJarod.
I don't like secrets.
Well, he wasn't answering my e-mail messages, so I tried another tack.
But I would have let you know if he had contacted me.
- I have a fever, Syd - [Door Opens.]
but it's not bad enough to believe that.
- What? - Um [Clears Throat.]
He's in the lab.
Who? Mr.
Raines.
Mr.
Raines hasn't been in the lab in 10 years.
Well, uh, he's in there now and he's looking for you two.
So, good luck.
[Labored Breathing.]
- Mr.
Raines? - The Empire State Building.
Who would've thought something so beautiful could be replicated by a four-year-old boy in only two hours? Jarod was brilliant the day he got here.
He was brilliant the day he escaped.
And the question is where is he? Mr.
Raines, Jarod has been harder to catch than we thought.
Sydney, we need him.
- I know.
- [Sneezes.]
[Coughs.]
May I? Mr.
Raines, I have the flu.
I'm dying.
Mmm.
[Coughing.]
Keep it.
Bring Jarod back where he belongs or I'll get someone who will.
Are we clear? My father wants me to do it.
Unlike everyone else around here I'm not afraid of your father.
I don't have to be.
[Garber.]
Ourjob here at RIDA is to contain viral outbreaks before they spread.
I've seen the worst that a virus can do, and because of it by the numbers is usually best.
In retrospect, you did the right thing with Briggs and his son, Jarod.
Listen, I was out of line.
It's all right.
Well, your credentials are impressive.
A stint in BAMRI D in London M.
D.
/Ph.
D in virology.
Where did you do your doctorate, by the way? - Horace Greeley High School, Portland.
- [Chuckling.]
The door's under negative air pressure to contain leaks.
Yeah, we pioneered the technique here.
I noticed in your file that you were vaccinated for anthrax and the W.
E.
E.
series.
I was working in the Gulf with NATO's Q.
R.
T and the W.
E.
E.
was for the Pekowsky Syndrome in Johannesburg.
- A frightening scenario.
- Yes, very.
Watching somebody suffer can have an effect on you.
I hope I can make a difference here.
[Beeping.]
[Female Electronic Voice.]
Code accepted.
Jarod, Jeff Baytos decontamination and facilities specialist.
- Nice to meet you.
- Uh, ix-nay on the andshake-hay, Doc.
[Chuckling.]
Mr.
Baytos tends to be overcautious.
No such thing in a place like this.
One wrong move like pressing the flesh and, uh, it's off to the submarine for 10,000 years.
You call your morgue the "submarine"? What did you call it at BAMRI D? Chernobyl.
Well, we're working a Level 3 today.
An offshoot strain of Rift Valley fever.
You ready to battle the unseen enemy? Absolutely.
Will you be joining us, Mr.
Baytos? Level 2 is my limit now, man.
Live long and prosper.
[Garber Chuckles.]
Baytos witnessed a man die of Ebola.
He's been reluctant to go past Level 2 ever since.
Fortunately, he's the best there is when it comes to decon.
[Woman.]
It's nice to have visitors.
Our friends don't know what to think or say, so theyjust stay away.
Did you meetJon in South Africa? No, but I heard a lot about him.
We were both working on separate strike teams in the Mutaba village.
Oh.
You know, he loved that job.
He was the first to arrive and the last to leave.
He'd stay in places where there was no hope, no chance to make a difference.
Holding the hand of a dying man to let him know he's not alone that's making a difference.
I'm working with Walter Garber now.
I'm trying to finish the work your husband started.
Well, you're lucky to be working under Walter.
Jon thought the world ofhim.
That's them at the W.
H.
O.
banquet.
[Door Opens.]
Hey, you're supposed to be napping.
I thought I heard Daddy.
No, it's not Daddy.
It's just a friend.
- Oh.
- Hi.
My name's Jarod.
- Hi.
- Go lie down, honey.
This has been especially hard on her.
He vanished right before her birthday.
How do I explain that to Cindy? I mean, how do I explain any of it? You know, l-I know he's not coming back.
You know, l-I've accepted that.
I have.
I just, uh, wish I knew where to go from here.
I mean, how to go from here.
I mean, is he dead? Is he alive? That's a very beautiful ring.
Jon designed our wedding bands.
You know, I know it's corny, but he wanted them to be the only two alike in the world.
Here.
Jon wore this when he went into the field to work.
- He never got sick wearing it.
I'd like you to have it.
- l I couldn't possibly accept that.
No, he'd have wanted somebody who cared as much as he did to have it.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
Fits like a glove.
[Chatter, Indistinct.]
- Excuse me.
I was wondering if you might help me.
- Uh, sure.
What's the problem? It says here that this is a-a motel for roaches? Yeah.
It's like, uh, the Hotel California for our little six-legged friends, you know? Hotel California? Yeah, they can check out anytime they like, but they can never leave.
Oh.
Oh! Like a trap.
- Yeah.
Somethin' like that.
- Well, that's peryect.
I'll take 100.
Right on.
- [Trumpet.]
- [Pounding On Wall.]
[Woman.]
I'm gonna wrap that thing around your neck if you don't shut up.
! Come and get it.
- [Pounding.]
- You're a dead man, Hansel.
! Come and get it.
[Trumpet.]
[Man.]
I've paid my rent.
You can't evict me.
Sir, my name is Jarod.
I'm your neighbor.
l-I just wanted to tell you that I'm very intrigued by your music.
I'm not falling for that.
! I would very much like to meet you, and I would like to ask you a question.
[Chain Rattling.]
Are you here to give me the boot? I wasn't planning on it, sir, but you're more than welcome to mine.
Come in.
It's nice to have a friendly audience for a change.
Ben Hansel's the name.
- Ben, I need your help.
- And I yours.
Do you play? I've conducted a symphony here and there.
Ah! Well, then what do you think of this? [Loud, Harsh.]
[Woman.]
Shut up.
! You're driving me crazy.
! - Cultural dwarves, all of them.
- [Man.]
You suck.
! That's very interesting.
Haydn's "Cello Concerto in "C' Major," I believe.
I rewrote it for trumpet.
I'm working on an arrangement for glockenspiel.
- An artist must stretch, you know.
- Yes.
- How long have you been a musician? - Fifteen-odd years.
That's a long time.
But it'll all be worth it when the philharmonic calls.
I sent them a tape about a week ago.
- You You had a question.
- Yes.
I'm trying to attract roaches, and this doesn't seem to work.
Do you have any? Roaches? I can't get rid of them.
I spilled a box of Crunchy Crawlers cereal behind the fridge once.
Now every night, they come out hunting.
- Crunchy Crawlers? - "They're grotesquely delicious.
" You know, I was wondering about my interpretation of the first movement.
It was a tad subtle.
Subtlety is a virtue in any form.
A neighbor who's a scholar of the arts and letters.
Thank you, Jarod.
Um, you can yell at me through the wall anytime.
And thank you for the tip.
You will do very nicely here.
[Jarod.]
In seconds, the virus invades the host cell.
- With a Level 4 virus, the results are devastating.
- [Chattering, Laughing.]
The Mutaba village outbreak.
Subjects begin coughing only four hours after exposure.
Internal bleeding commences at hour 12 and by hour 36 the subject completely bleeds out.
- [Chattering.]
- Gentlemen, you can ignore the flight attendant as she tries to teach you how to fasten the seat belt but with the Mutaba virus and other level fours the kill rate is 90%.
And, may I add, an airborne virus coupled with a pinprick in your glove or a faulty seal sends you into the slammer, and from there it's an express straight to the submarine.
Lights.
Thank you for the safety review, Dr.
Reilly.
You misled them back there.
You and Jon Florence did develop a vaccine for the Cahuenga virus.
We got lucky on that.
But with Ebola or Mutaba Well, I have to keep 'em honest.
I'm sorry about Dr.
Florence.
You must miss him.
- Very much.
- From what I understand, Dr.
Florence was a family man.
- Hardly the type tojust up and leave.
- He was a good man.
Of all people, you two should know that awful things swirl beneath the healthiest of exteriors.
Jon confided in me that things at home weren't optimal.
He never went into specifics, but he certainly enjoyed working the extra hours here rather than being at home.
This is an airborne Level 4 virus.
Let's be on our toes.
Commencing phase two dissection.
We are 72 hours after expiration by Mutaba strain "B," subject 247.
- Walter.
- Good God.
- Decon! - Come on.
Let's move it.
Go! - [Alarm Blaring.]
- Okay, let's remain calm.
Proceed with decon shower.
- Coming through.
- [Garber.]
Stay calm.
You'll be fine.
- Code denied.
- Damn it! The code isn't working! Here, let me.
[Electronic Voice.]
Code accepted.
- Get the glove off.
- Inoculate.
Hurry up.
No skin breaks.
The blood must've been from the sample.
Well done, everybody.
Everything by the numbers.
We'll review the security tape tomorrow.
Well, you handled that simulation as if it were completely real, Jarod.
Well, I've had a lot of practice, sir.
Who changed the slammer access code? Lisa, the fewer people that have the code, the fewer people that are at risk.
I don't want anybody near the slammer unless they have to be.
- It's your funeral.
- No, it's his.
Garber's the only person that has the access code to the slammer? And the submarine.
Oh, Jon.
How's my goddaughter? About to turn six, but she thinks she's 16.
I hope you can make it to her party.
I wouldn't miss it for the world.
I've proceeded with the autopsy on the monkey.
Look at the liver.
Mush.
This virus has mutated.
We'll finish this first thing Monday.
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
It's been Oh, my God I have betrayed a friend.
Then you must seek his forgiveness.
Mm-mmm.
He has shut me out.
You're troubled by something else.
Have you prayed to the Lord for forgiveness? Not even he can forgive me for what I've done.
Look at the liver.
- [Jon.]
Mush.
This virus has mutated.
- Mm-hmm.
It's like the Cahuenga virus, but worse.
This is a Level 5 virus.
What the hell have you done? You made Ebola look like the flu.
- I've been working on it, genetically.
- No, you've been playing God.
We gotta shut down this project now.
- I'm destroying it.
- You can't.
- Yes, I can.
- I won't let you.
Let go of my air hose! - I won't let you.
- Let go of my air hose! - I won't let you.
- Let go of my air hose! Let go of my air hose! My God, Walter, you've killed me! Quick, into the decon shower.
- [Alarm Blaring.]
- The lab is full of the virus.
Stay calm.
Don't panic.
Pressure failure! Get into the slammer.
I'll meet you there.
Hello, Jon.
I was afraid I'd find you here.
[Cello.]
[Woman.]
Hansel, you are driving me nuts.
! Shut up.
! Interesting interpretation.
- [Pounding On Wall.]
- [Man.]
You suck.
! You're a polite neighbor, Jarod but I fear the cultural dwarves are right.
I'm terrible.
It takes a long time to master music, Ben.
A lifetime would not be long enough for me.
My music kills plant life.
I'm Salieri to Mozart, Jarod.
I curse God for bestowing me with mediocre ability.
[Music Box.]
What are these? Trifles, larks.
Pointless exercises.
Did you make these? Yes.
Ben, these are exquisite.
Your compliment is appreciated, Jarod.
But, art it is not.
Art is many things.
Some choose a brush, some a bow some a pen, and some choose glass.
What do you mean? Maybe the way you create is through these pieces rather than that.
You said it yourself, Ben.
Sometimes an artist needs to stretch.
[Beeping.]
[Young Jarod.]
Sydney, I'm scared.
I can't do this.
[Young Sydney.]
You have to, Jarod.
There's smoke.
People are screaming.
Sydney, they're burning! They're burning! Make it stop! Make the burning stop! - Jarod! - Make it stop! No, go away! Leave me alone! It's all right, Jarod.
It's all right.
Aah! It's all over, Jarod.
It's all right.
- I want my daddy.
- The code word makes it stop, Jarod.
- You didn't use the code word we came up with.
- I said, I want my dad.
Let me.
Jarod, remember.
When you're doing the simulation and you become frightened and wanna stop, say, "Refuge.
" All right? Mm-hmm? Refuge.
[Beeping.]
[Miss Parker Sneezing.]
[Coughing.]
He contacted me.
No secrets.
Why the sudden change of heart? Lately, I've been seeing things from another angle and maybe it's best if you get him.
Dr.
Hoffman, do you have a minute? What's up? - What do you make of this? - Hmm? Well, let's see.
Liquefication of organs, blood secretion through skin pores, loss of hair.
Looks like an advanced version of Mutaba.
That's what I thought until I found this.
I've never seen this before.
Did you cross-check it? Against every sample on record.
There's over 3,000 on record.
It did get a little tedious after the first 800.
- [Chattering.]
- [Hoffman.]
My God.
Jarod, this is worse than any Level 4 I've ever seen.
- It's a Level 5.
- What? There's a Level 5 here? It's a sample off a body in the submarine.
Wait.
H-How did you get in the submarine? Only Gar Go.
Go.
Garber has the code.
Is all research here sanctioned by a governing body? Which project isn't? It's only hearsay, but I trust the source.
Garber was working on some research.
l-I don't know what.
What else did Jon Florence tell you? How'd you know Jon was the source? Besides Garber, he was the only person that knew everything that was going on here.
What else did he tell you? That Garber was working on some radical mutations of a Level 5.
He said it started out good, but it got corrupted.
Jon said God would never forgive him if he let this project continue.
Well, unfortunately forJon Florence he never had the chance to stop it.
Oh, my God.
[Jon.]
Mush.
This virus has mutated.
Mm-hmm.
We'll finish this first thing Monday.
[Tape Rewinding.]
I'm guessing between the knob, the mouthpiece and the city water you're drinking there's enough germs to kill a cockroach.
Dr.
Reilly.
Hi.
Yeah, you're probably right.
I deal with the germs I can, but something tells me I wouldn't last long living in a plastic bubble.
Even one equipped with a decon shower? It was an excellent performance, Jeff.
Look, l-I don't know what you mean.
Are you gonna make me enhance the image so I can see your face? Do you know what it's like not being able to sleep? You'd be surprised.
I watched a man beg for his life.
He begged to see his wife and kid again, and l l I didn't help him.
I know Jon Florence got infected, I know his body's in the submarine and I know that you helped Garber doctor this tape.
But what I can't figure out is why.
Because it was my fault, that's why.
l-I was working late likeJon and Dr.
Garber and l-I saw Jon come into the slammer and he-he he looked so frightened.
The decon shower lost pressure and that is my job to make sure that it doesn't.
That-That is my job, Dr.
Reilly.
And then Garber went ballistic, and he blamed me forJon's contamination.
You know, l-I have never seen a virus do what it did to him, or so quickly.
And that's why you won't go past Level 2 anymore.
It's just thatJon he begged me to get his wife and kid and-and Garber Garber told me to keep it quiet.
He said that that the authorities would have to be called and that they would shut down the facility and that more lives would be lost because of my error.
Jon Florence did not die because of you or the decon shower.
He died because Walter Garber murdered him.
Hello, Butcher Bob's? I'd like to order a dozen pig livers, please.
Yes, a dozen.
Say "cheese.
" Good morning, class.
Today's lesson takes us into the fascinating world of cockroaches.
- Walter? - Yes? It's Jarod.
I've made a very interesting discovery that I think you should check out.
- What have you got? - Well, it's still too early to be sure but I think I found a vaccine for Mutaba.
- I'll-I'll meet you in the lab in an hour, Jarod.
- Perfect.
What have you got? Where'd you get the sample? From this liver.
My God, man! It's an airborne virus! Walter, your air hose.
- Hit the alarm.
! Help me.
! - [Alarm Blaring.]
Help me! God! Oh! There's pressure failure in the decon line! Well, you'd better get into the slammer, sir.
[Electronic Voice.]
Code accepted.
Where is everybody? Where are the doctors? Baytos! There's nobody here, sir.
- I sent them all home.
- Jarod, you've killed me! Relax, Walter.
I told you.
I made a little discovery.
It's a derivative cross between your Cahuenga virus and the Rift Valley strain.
An anti-virus.
It shuts your strain down.
Give it to me, please.
- I can't.
- Jarod, please, help me! Like you helped Jon Florence by exposing him to a Level 5 without any cure? Who the hell are you? Well, I sure as hell am not Florence Nightingale.
But, then again, neither are you.
How long, Walter? How long beforeJon Florence started to show symptoms? How long before the internal bleeding started? How long before his brain tissues started to leak into his ears? How long before his internal organs started to liquefy? How long, Walter? - Give me that syringe.
- Why? Jon Florence never had this option.
Why should you? - Jarod, it was an accident.
- He knew he was going to die.
And I'll bet the last thing he wanted to do was just to see his family one more time to say good-bye to his wife and to his child.
But you couldn't give him that peace, could you, Walter? Because then the truth would come out about how you were trying to play God with all these viral experiments.
You tookJon Florence's life and you ruined his family's as well.
- That is no accident.
- All right, I did it.
I admit it.
I killed him! The-The research was very valuable.
- Please, give me the vaccine! - All right, Walter.
But I will warn you.
It's only sugar water.
Sugar water? I don't know how to make a vaccine.
You see, I'm not really a virologist.
- The truth is, this place gives me the creeps.
- What? You can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave.
No! No! Don't leave me! Jarod! [Over Monitor.]
Jarod.
! Come back here.
! Jarod.
! Wait, don't.
! Please, don't leave me here.
! Please, don't.
! Help! Help! - Aren't you gonna tell him you didn't really infect him? - [Shouting Continues.]
Nah.
Why don't you do it? In 48 hours.
Help.
! Please.
! Somebody, help.
! - After the police get this.
- Help me.
! Oh, no.
! God.
! Oh, God, help me.
! Come back.
! Come back.
! Jarod.
! Jarod.
! - What is that smell? - I can't smell.
Go left.
You take that room.
Good morning, class.
Today's lesson takes us into the fascinating world of cockroaches.
- Nothing.
He's gone.
- Yes, but not forgotten.
- [Groans.]
- This is a bug motel.
When the hormones off a roach's body which is the wet stuff you just walked through combines with the sticky stuff inside of the box, which you are standing in it forms a bond which is stronger than epoxy.
Welcome to the world's largest bug motel.
You son of a bitch.
Enjoy your stay.
Class dismissed.
I'm stuck.
[Trumpet.]
- [Pounding On Wall.]
- [Dog Barking.]
Chivas on the rocks.
One ice cube.
Clever way of contacting me, Sydney.
No one at the Centre would've ever known what this meant.
I had to see you face-to-face.
Did Miss Parker take the bait? Presumably.
I have to ask you for something.
You're in no position to ask me for anything.
Not even your forgiveness? - What? - For keeping you in the Centre.
For the lies all these years.
Did you send me this? No, I did not.
Parker did with your name on it.
- What is it? - Reminders.
Issues I must take up with myself God and with you.
- It's too late.
- I come to you with an olive branch.
All right.
You want my forgiveness? Then tell me what happened to my mom and dad.
I can't.
I don't know the truth.
Then you and the Centre will never get me back.
And I can't forgive you, Sydney.
I can't forgive myself.
[Ringing.]
- Ben Hansel.
- [Woman.]
Mr.
Hansel, this is the Chicago Philharmonic.
We received the extraordinary glass sculpture you made and we'd like to set up a time for you to meet with our merchandise coordinator.
We have next Wednesday available Thank you for everything.
Where will you go now? I'm starting a new job.
You've got roaches? [Mews.]