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Miss Parker:
[Jarod and Miss Parker are on the phone - talking about the events that had transpired that day] I hope you find your mother.
Jarod:
And what about... *us*?
Miss Parker:
You run - I chase. That choice was made for us a long time ago.
Jarod:
Maybe *that* is the "Parker Curse".
Miss Parker:
[wips away a tear] Yeah. Hell of a life we live in, Jarod.
Miss Parker:
[picks up phone] What?
Jarod:
[slightly annoyed] You've been chasing me for five years, why don't you leave me alone?
Jarod:
[after missing seeing his mother by meer seconds] She was right here. My mother was right here in front of me. And once again is the Centre that stops us from being together.
Jarod:
[talking by a fire - Jarod had just put a blanket around Miss Parker shoulders to keep her warm] The Centre wants us to believe that finding the truth is a mistake, that looking for answers about who we really are is futile and finding any kind of... connection outside their control is wrong. I know you don't want to hear this but you can feel it. You've been a Centre prisoner all these years just like me. And with every discovery you find you're every bit the outcast. Just like me.
Miss Parker:
Why is it that the one person that I've been trained to distrust, to hate, to capture is always with me during the most difficult moments of my life?
Jarod:
[voice barely above a whisper] Maybe, it's supposed to be that way.
[they lean closer until they are close enough to kiss]
Jarod:
We've been through a lot together you and me. From when we were kids at the Centre, to the last couple of days. I know that barely our allegiances are the same but I've always felt...
[sigh]
Jarod:
I've always known that there's something more to our lives than I run and you chase.
Miss Parker:
[staring out the window of the car at her father] Maybe we do what we have to, to get by in this life.
Jarod:
Maybe we both deserve something more.
Miss Parker:
[voice breaking slightly] Just forget what happened on that island, forget that moment of weakness. Turning points only come when you've got something to turn to.
[Jarod looks hurt by her rejection. In a slient plee, he grabs her hand into both of his. After a few seconds of staring into each others eyes, Parker yanks her hand out of his hands]
Miss Parker:
I'm sorry. This isn't the different ending you were looking for. But it's just the way the damn story goes, Jarod.
Broots:
[looking for a sample of Mr. parker's blood for Miss Parker] Oh, jeez!
Sydney:
What is it?
Broots:
[holding a vial] I am so underpaid. Miss Parker owes me so big.
Sydney:
[looking at it with a flashlight] Is that Mr. Parker's blood?
Broots:
I wish it were Mr. Parker's blood. The only sample of Mr. Parker's in here is semen. Let's get the hell out of here.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
