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I understand the pressure you're under. I do.

Daddy- Daddy!

I know how patient you have been with my handling ofJarod, but-

[Sighs] No more excuses.

- I... - [Dial Tone]

wasn't finished.

Mmm.

[Phone Rings]

- [Beep] - What?

[Speaker Phone: Man #1] I thought you came here to kill me.

[Speaker Phone. Man #2] That's a fine story. Who are you?

[Man #1] My name is Igor.

Let me go, Frankenstein.

- [Man #2] I'm gonna- - [Click, Dial Tone]

[Beep]

[Yelps]

[Exhales]

Beautiful. Beautiful.

[Broots] People think spontaneous combustion is a myth. I don't.

I wouldn't be caught dead with a book of matches in my pocket.

Hey, look at this. Huh?

[Chuckles]

Focus.

There must be a connection between "Ring a bell? '"and that Frankenstein movie.

[Broots] Do you remember any of the dialogue?

Something like, um, "Who are you? My name is Igor. '"

Hey! Son of Frankenstein.

Basil Rathbone goes back to his dad's castle and meets Igor- Bela Lugosi-

and they bring the monster back to life.

It's not as cheesy as theJames Whale movies, but it's definitely got cheddar.

Oh, you are a lonely man, aren't you?

Look!

It's an angel with a broken wing.

Perhaps Jarod perceives himself as a fallen angel?

Or he simply forgot to put the "Caution- Fragile" tags on the box.

Hey, look. "Igor knows the secret?"

What secret?

In the Centre, throw a rock, you'll hit one.

I'm calling Bjorn and getting "shiatsued."

Broots, watch Son of Frankenstein again.

See if it leads us to Wonder Boy.

With half of our Sweepers out there looking for him, we're gonna find him.

And when we do...

I've got a little spontaneous combustion of my own in mind.

[Man] That's him! Get him!

[Grunts, Panting]

I'll get him out.

[Beeping]

Come on! Get in!

[Screaming]

[Man Narrating] There are Pretenders among us.

[Jarod] I was taken from my family.

Thirty-six hours and he's already demonstrating more talent than any of our others.

How many people died because of what I thought up?

Since I broke out, I've spent every moment searching for my past.

[Miss Parker] He's a Pretender-

A genius who can become anyone that he wants to be.

- The Centre wants him alive. - Preferably.

[Miss Parker] He defends the weak and abused.

Life's a gift.

- You a doctor? - I am today.

[Groaning]

[Man] And cut.!

- [Cheering, Applause] - Ho-ho.! Whoo.!

Yeah!

Yeah, baby! Awesome!

[Laughing] Beautiful work, Jarod.

That is what I get paid for.

- All right. - Jarod.

When they said you were the hottest new special effects coordinator in town...

I didn't realize they meant it literally.

Brynne McLain. Thank you for coming.

Well, it isn't every day I get invited to a live-action r�sum�.

It's a clever idea. Really sings.

Although I am wondering...

why a special effects coordinator would do that fire stunt himself.

No one pulls a stunt I've designed unless I've tried it first myself.

- Noble. - Smart.

Considering the accident on the Blaster Beer set last week...

I figure a effects coordinator with a little "smart" is exactly what you need.

Producing a Super Sunday campaign for a new beer could make or break the agency.

That accident put it all in jeopardy.

Which is why I wanted you to see for yourself...

how my effects sing.

They'd better. With commercial time at a million-three per 30, I need Pavarotti.

[Chuckles]

[Low Growl]

[Growling Continues]

Twitch, and I'll be washing gray matter off the walls.

[Growling]

[Phone Ringing]

[Growling Continues]

- [Beep] - What?

- And how is Igor? - [Laughs] He'd better not snore.

It's not the noise he makes that keeps you up. It's those sharp toenails.

It's all funny, Jarod.

Wanna tell me what it means?

- Ask Igor. - Right.

He knows the secret.

Can we do the cryptic dance another time?

Sure, if you tell me the secret of who I am.

You know I can't help you with that one.

Well, then I can't help you with this one.

- But I have a gut feeling... - [Igor Growling]

you'll figure it all out.

- [Growling Continues] - [Beeps]

What are you looking at?

[Anchorman] And now we cut to Marianne Bosha live at the scene.

Friendship and fire, as tragedy strikes during the filming of a Blaster Beer commercial.

Stuntman Dave Dugger was hospitalized with severe burns and head trauma...

while attempting to drive this Cadillac through that exploding billboard.

Although a small explosion was planned...

witnesses described the one that occurred as "massive."

Well, our thoughts and prayers at Geary-Hawkins-Leavitt...

as well as Blaster Brewery, the makers of Blaster Beer...

are with Dave Dugger and the Dugger family.

We all wish Dave a speedy recovery.

In the meantime, we've launched an internal investigation...

to make sure we get to the bottom of what caused this tragic accident.

Adding irony to pain...

the stunt was masterminded...

by Dugger's longtime effects coordinator...

and childhood friend Mickey Clausen.

Dave and I have done similar stunts a hundred times.

I, uh-

l-I don't know what went wrong.

Dave's my best friend.

Excuse me.

[Bosha] Dave Dugger remains hospitalized...

in the intensive care unit of Queen of Hope Hospital.

His prognosis remains uncertain.

We've spent a lot of time and expense on this campaign, Jarod.

Blaster Brewery is spending millions to launch this new beer.

That's why I hired Jarod, Mr. Connelly.

He will make your beer blast through America's TV's on Super Sunday.

[Connelly] I like the sound of that.

Let me show you what we have in mind.

You remember Ray Slater? He's my assistant.

I was Mickey Clausen's assistant.

We've redesigned the stunt so that the blast trajectory blows over the car.

- It'll be a safer, yet larger, blast. - It'll be a shot to die for.

Jarod, you'll have to share your brainstorms with our director.

Uh, lan? lan!

Yes?

lan Tottenham, this is Jarod Lugosi, our new special effects coordinator.

- Hello. - Jarod, we've all seen explosions.

But we need the audience to feel the explosion...

touch it, taste it...

cry for it.

Excuse me.

[Jarod] "Cry for it'"?

He's pompous and insecure, but he won a Clio directing my Mighty Stick Glue spot.

Sounds riveting.

So, uh, you up to speed on our campaign concept?

Well, I've never actually seen any of the commercials.

Show him the spots.

The campaign concept revolves around two young guys-

- Shawn and Joey. - who find tickets to the big game-

In a case of Blaster Beer.

- So now they're driving across America- - In the Blastermobile.

- to make it in time for kickoff. - But they keep getting lost.

In our first spot, they wind up in Louisiana.

Until an old Cajun guy tells them to go west.

- So they blast off- - And they end up here.

Whoa!

Check it out, dude.

Polar bears, penguins.

Santa Claus? Dude, I don't think this is California.

No, man.

- This is Green Bay. - Ah.

- Let's book. - [Both Grunt]

- [Engine Whining] - Whoa!

Now, doesn't that beat talking frogs?

- [VCR Clicks Off] - Hmm.

So, who are these talking frogs?

Uh, last year's big commercial.

Well, this year it'll be all Shawn and Joey...

who, in our last spot, finally make it to California.

- But they- - They've used so much Blaster power, you see-

They end up overshooting San Diego...

and wind up crashing through a billboard on a beach in Tijuana.

Isn't that great?

So, let me get this straight.

There are people who will buy your beer...

based upon two guys who are not only too ignorant to read a map...

but simpleminded enough to drive through an exploding billboard.

That's our target market.

Jarod, we've got three days to finish the spot and make our airdate.

- Can you make it sing? - Like Pavarotti.

It needs a remote control to do whatever it is it does, and I can't find it.

I'm sure its whereabouts lie within the clues he's given us.

- [Squeaks] - Come on, Igor. Do something.

Catch on fire. Ring a bell.

[Sighs] Help me.

Syd, give me your cell phone.

[Tones Beeping]

[Ringing]

[Growling]

An audio sensory triggering mechanism.

Just like the spontaneous combustion...

that blew open that crate in my office.

Jarod's annoying, but he is clever.

- [Fingers Snapping] - Any day now, Brootsie.

Don't want him to take my fingers off.

Give it to me.

- [Beeps] - My name is Igor. Ring a bell?

- [Beeps] - Igor knows the secret.

- [Beeps] - Igor knows the secret.

- [Beeps] - Igor knows the-

- [Beeps] - Igor knows the secret.

That's it?

Another dead end?

You look just like her.

- [Beep] - You look just like her.

Just- Just like who?

Your mother.

Igor knows the secret about your mother.

Cancel clever. Jarod's just annoying.

Broots, I want you searching the mainframe D.S.A.'s, anything else you can think of.

Sydney, check your files.

Any reference to Igor- a name, an anagram, an acronym, whatever.

Okay, Jarod.

You've got my attention.

[Cackling]

You think we're gonna need stuntmen for the shoe gag?

Not if we coat their socks with Zell Gel.

We can put rubber cement on the shoes.

Huh.

- I thought toys came preassembled. - It's a model kit.

Didn't you ever build models when you were a kid?

Well, I built the Empire State Building once.

And I carved the design for what later became the AMC Pacer out of a bar of soap.

Wasn't my best work.

How long have you been in the program?

Your sobriety chip.

I've been sober... five years and some change.

- That's great. - Dave Dugger sponsored me into the program.

- He was the stuntman that was burned. - Yeah.

Dave's the reason I'm sober today.

Hell, he's the reason I'm alive.

Sounds like a good friend to have.

Is that what I think it is?

She was a beaut before the fire.

That's what happens when you go heavy on the potassium chlorate.

Is that what Brynne's investigation concluded?

They know Mickey Clausen screwed up. Case closed.

I just find it hard to understand how he could screw up so badly.

I mean, any effects coordinator knows how reactive P.C. is.

I mean, any effects coordinator knows how reactive P.C. is.

That's show biz.

You wanna keep the good rep, you gotta produce the flashy effects.

So you think that Mickey put his best friend in harm's way to enhance his reputation?

As much as I hate to say it, that's exactly how I see it.

Hallie Tosis.

Excuse me?

The creature from Death Breath.

Now, that is destined to become a classic among special effects aficionados.

- Do I know you? - I'm Jarod Lugosi.

I was wondering if I might pick your brain for a minute.

Yeah, this is a first.

Guy who replaces me on a job comes to ask me for some pointers.

Well, always learn from the best.

Hmm.

- Those your folks? - Those are Dave Dugger's parents.

- You and Dave were really close, huh? - Yeah. Like brothers.

His folks practically raised me.

But my days in the Dugger family are over.

Because of the accident?

I must have miscalculated the amount of oxidizer.

Is that what you think happened?

Well, cars don't blow up by themselves.

Were you able to detect anything when you watched the dailies?

Can't watch 'em.

Here. Why don't you take 'em?

Can't see on tape what I see in my nightmares.

I just wish it were me in that car.

Have you seen Dave or his parents since the accident?

I can't face him. I can't face his folks.

Not after this.

If you don't go to the hospital...

they'll never know how you feel.

Don't lose the people that you love.

Guy, you ready? Have a good ride. Let's go!

- [Engine Revs] - [Tires Squeal]

[Explosion]

- [Yelling] - How-How'd that happen?

How'd this happen? Get him outta there.!

[Screaming] Help me! Help me!

Oh, no!

[Bystanders Yelling, Chattering]

[Clausen] How'd this happen? Get him outta there.!

There wasn't one explosion.

There were two.

You look just like her. Igor knows the secret.

My name is l- My name- My name is- My name is Igor-

- [Continues Repeating Phrase] - What is wrong with Igor, Broots?

- I don't know. - Forget Igor.

What do you mean, you didn't find anything?

I searched the mainframe and checked all the D.S.A. logs.

There's no acronyms, no anagrams, no nothing on Igor.

And I went through my files...

without finding anything pertaining to anyone by that name.

Igor know- Igor knows the secret- Figure it out-

Shut that thing up, or, I swear to God, I'll shoot it.

- Without a schematic, l- - [Grunts]

Miss Parker!

[Voice Winding Down] Got... a... gut... feeling...

Gut feeling.

Wait. Wait. What are you doing?

Had a gut feeling.

- [Phone Ringing] - [Woman On P.A.] Dr. Miller to Cardiology.

Dr. Miller to Cardiology, stat.

[Whispers]

- Dear, what- - Hi, uh-

[Gasps]

I'm so sorry. I never meant-

Mickey.

[Jarod] Now, the gag will look something like this.

That's it? I've seen bigger rug burns.

Those sneakers were supposed to have stepped in rocket fuel.

Maybe we should have used more rubber cement.

- Just make it big! - But not too big.

We got millions of dollars invested in Joey and Shawn.

You should fork over some dough for a stunt double.

We could soak them in petrol.

Okay, first of all, lan, it's not called petrol.

Maybe in your country they call it petrol...

but over here in America we call it gas.

- And second of all, have you been sniffing some? - Okay, people!

He's right. Gasoline is way too volatile.

Safety doesn't sell beer. Flash does.

I got a day and a half left on this shoot. Jarod, work with me here.

I got an idea, Jarod.

[Cackling]

Napalm.

- Napalm? - Mm-hmm.

- Where did you get it? - I made it.

[Chuckles]

You make your own napalm?

Mickey taught me how.

With the right balance, you can create a massive explosion...

on a controlled burn.

It's perfect for the shoe gag.

You might have a future in this business.

[Broots] The tape from inside Igor...

is a security record of Sublevel 27.

So that's what it looked like before it burned.

[Sydney] April 12, 1970.

The day before your mother died.

Mom.

- Mr. Fenigor. - [Broots] Mr. Fenigor?

- Fen- - Igor.

[Miss Parker] Can you recognize him?

Too damn dark.

- Did you find out where they're keeping Timmy? - He's in Room 155.

[Sighs] I've got to getJarod and Timmy out of here tonight.

I have a gut feeling something's going to happen.

Confiscate all surveillance data...

especially the camera records of us now.

I can't have the wrong people finding out about this.

I'll take care of it.

The children's lives depend on us.

Who the hell is Timmy?

Somebody Mr. Igor was trying to help my mother rescue.

- Along with Jarod. - Syd, do you remember a Timmy?

Let's move along. I want some more cooperation from you next time.

- Who is that? - Shh.

When can I go home, Dr. Raines?

In good time, Timmy.

[Sobbing]

He's crying, Sydney.

He's scared.

- I wanna talk to him. - No, Jarod.

Come on.

He was one of Raines's projects.

And if this was going on in SL 27-

Timmy must have been...

one of Raines's experiments.

Broots, run Fenigor. I need to know who he is.

And Sydney, you go through your files, too, searching for anything on Timmy.

We're going to find Room 155.

What, y-you mean, in SL 27?

Again?

My mother... wasn't afraid to go down there. Are you?

Hell, yeah! That's Raines's secret sublevel.

lfhe finds out we've been down there, he'll have us killed.

Then make sure he doesn't find out.

Where there's smoke, there's fire.

[Cackling]

Would you shut up?

[Ray] I've been sober five years and some change.

[Broots] There was absolutely nothing on Fenigor.

[Sydney] And the only sign ofTimmy staying in the Centre...

is a simple discharge order...

signed by, then, Dr. Raines...

dated April 14, 1970.

The day after my mother was killed. How coincidental.

[Broots, Whispering] Hey, look.

[Broots] Geez.!

How long has the Centre been doing stuff down here?

Are you gonna browse, or are you gonna help us find Room 155?

- Sydney, what else did Timmy's records reveal? - Very little.

No last name, no forwarding address.

Common for a routine discharge.

Well, if it was so common, then why was my mother so intent on rescuing him?

Like the creature said, Igor knows the secret.

The secret, as to what got my mother killed, maybe even who murdered her.

Easy, Parker.

One step at a time.

The information you're talking about could get us all killed.

[Whispers] Miss Parker.!

[Broots] What the hell?

- What is that? - [Sydney] It's a neuro-electric chair.

[Broots] For a kid? I think I'm gonna hurl.

I remember rumors about clandestine experiments...

involving brain wave manipulation.

No wonder my mother was trying to save Timmy- save all the children.

This is unbelievable.

Hey, you guys.

Let's get out of here.

This place was trashed in the fire. We'll never know for sure what happened to Timmy.

Maybe. Maybe not.

What are you thinking, Einstein?

Let's bring in Angelo.

Maybe he can empath what happened down here.

What are you doing? You can't sell off your business.

This is your life's work.

Tell that to Dave Dugger and his parents.

Mickey, they are just trying to come to terms with what happened.

Hollywood has come to terms with what happened.

There's not a stuntman in this town who will work with me again.

I can't believe that.

Everybody in town knows how wonderful you are at your job.

You're only as good as your last project. It's over, Jarod.

[Sighs] All right. I'll buy it all.

- Excuse me? - I'll buy everything.

Mr. Formaldehyde...

uh, the lipstick camera you used in Charlie Cyclops...

the bust that you created all those wonderfully grotesque figures with.

This one is not for sale. All right?

This is Dave Dugger. We made this bust on our first gig together.

He, uh-

This is a face I'll always remember.

[Exhales]

I don't know what I'm gonna do, Jarod. I just-

What am I gonna do?

[Angelo Shuddering]

What is the matter with him? I've never seen him like this before.

[Sydney] He's an empath.

Perhaps he's confronting some negative associations he has with SL 27.

Him and me both.

- [Grunting] - Oh!

[Sydney] Maybe this was not a good idea.

If he can tell us something, it's a good idea. Get him in here!

- [Grunting Continues] - Come on, Angelo. It's gonna be all right.

Angelo, tell me what happened here.

- It's dangerous for Angelo. - What happened here? Tell me about-

- Miss Parker, please! - Tell me about Timmy!

[Yells, Whimpering] Timmy!

[Yelling] Timmy!

No more Timmy.

Angelo. Angelo.

No more Timmy.

Come back, Angelo.

[Whimpering] No more Timmy.

[Phone Ringing]

- [Beep] - Yeah?

Ray, it's Jarod. You working late?

- Just cleaning up some odds and ends. - I've got some good news.

I just came from the hospital. Dave Dugger regained consciousness.

He's asking for you.

Ray, are you there?

Yeah, that's- that's great news, Jarod.

- I'm on my way. - [Beep]

[Broots] Is he okay?

[Sydney] Angelo, can you hear me?

Angelo.

Can you speak?

I'm sorry, Angelo.

Please...

talk to me.

What you know may help me discover who killed my mother.

Angelo.

Look, I know how much this information means to you...

but down here we've hit a dead end.

Dead ends are not an option, Sydney.

Somewhere in this hellhole...

are the answers about Timmy and Igor...

and the truth about what happened to my mother.

Maybe it's time to take a look into Raines's private D.S.A. files.

Hey, Dave.

You awake?

[Whispers] Come closer.

Hard to talk.

How you doin'?

Looks like I'll be missing the prom.

- [Chuckling] - I'm sorry.

Hey.

Don't get all soft on me, Ray.

N-Not after how Mickey left me.

I need my real friends to be strong.

You're the only real friend I have left.

[Sighs] Oh, God.

What's the matter, buddy?

Your hands are shaking.

Um-

I started drinking again, Dave.

Why?

- It's the guilt. - About what?

About doing this to you.

I don't understand.

[Exhales]

Mickey didn't do this to you.

He was looking out for you.

But Brynne, she wouldn't take "No'"for an answer.

One day, she's talking to me about explosions.

I told her about the napalm and gave her a demonstration.

When the explosion happened, I knew she'd stolen some and put it on the radiator.

I confronted her about it, and she threatened to involve me if I talked.

With my background, Dave, who's gonna believe me?

My career, my family, my life would have been over.

So... [Exhales]

I sold you and Mickey out to save myself.

Oh, God.

[Exhales] I'm sorry, Dave.

I'm so sorry.

It's okay, Ray.

The first step toward forgiveness...

is telling the truth.

[Tones Beeping]

Hello, Brynne?

It's Jarod.

I've made an explosive breakthrough...

and I'd like you to be the first to see it.

Could you come by the set before crew call tomorrow?

Wonderful.

[Beep]

[Engine Off]

Jarod.

You should know I make it a practice...

never to get intimate with any of the men I work with.

Well, lucky for us the job ends today.

While we're still working...

I gotta tell you I put so much napalm on that billboard...

when this Caddy hits it, it's gonna explode like Baghdad during the Gulf War.

Watch.

Hey, why don't we take the Caddy for a little spin before we turn it into scrap metal?

Okay.

Thank you, sir.

- Buckle up. - [Chuckles]

Did you have someplace special in mind?

Actually, I thought I would drive you into that billboard.

- [Laughs] What? - [Engine Starts]

Don't worry. I've set it up to be every bit as safe as you set it up for Dave Dugger.

I even smeared Ray's homemade napalm all over the radiator, just like you did to Dave.

- I'm out of here. - There's no point in struggling.

You know how strong Mighty Stick Glue is. You created the commercial for it.

- Are you insane? - People thought I was when I set myself on fire.

But I did remember to put on the suit and coat myself with Zell Gel...

so I should bejust fine.

I'm sure Dave Dugger would have taken the same precautions.

But how was he supposed to know you rigged another explosion for inside of the car?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Hmm. Well, maybe a little third-degree burn will help jar your memory.

- Jarod. - [Tires Screech]

Oh, come on, Brynne.

It will be a shot to die for. Remember?

- Jarod, please. - Why would you put napalm on the radiator?

The bigger the explosion, the better the commercial?

Tell me, what demographic says that beer sales are more important than a man's life?

If the commercial hadn't been right, I'd have lost the account.

What about what Mickey Clausen lost? What about Dave Dugger?

They lost everything. The only thing you could've lost was just a job.

"Just a job"?

I worked my ass off to get where I am, into boys' clubs and through glass ceilings...

and I am not about to lose it all because some flunky special effects guy...

was too soft to do the job we paid him for.

You know something, Brynne?

I don't think your ad agency is going to be giving you a corner office after all this.

But look on the bright side-

maybe you have a career ahead of you... in stunt work.

Jarod. Jarod?

Jarod!

No.! Jarod-

[Screaming]

[Groans]

[Laughs] Ka-boom.

- Did the camera record all that, Mickey? - We got it in one.

That's a wrap.

I found Timmy in Raines's archives.

Run it.

Mrs. Parker, what are you doing here?

I came by to visit with Timmy.

I don't think that's a good idea.

[Mrs. Parker] Well, Dr. Raines...

my husband thinks it's important I visit with all the children.

[Raines] Wait here.

Hi!

Timmy, my name is Catherine. How you doing?

I miss my mom and dad.

Oh. I know you do, honey.

[Raines] Come on, Timmy.

[Sighs]

- Hmm. - That's it?

Well, there's another one dated the following day.

[Mrs. Parker] No! No!

- Timmy! - [Electricity Crackling]

- [Mrs. Parker Screaming] - [Dr. Raines] You shouldn't have come in here.!

My God! Raines, what have you done to that little boy?

[Raines] It was an experiment.!

[Mrs. Parker] My husband won't stand for this.!

[Raines] You don't know your husband as well as you think you do.

My advice is to remain quiet about this...

if you know what's best for you.

[Sobbing, Grunting]

Timmy?

Ohh! [Sobbing Continues]

[Exhales]

Raines, what are you gonna do with Timmy now?

There is no Timmy anymore.

From now on he's to be called...

Angelo.

T-Timmy is Angelo?

What did Raines do to him?

Somehow his emotions...

his ability to relate to the physical world...

were driven inward...

and gave Angelo his unique gift.

But took away his life.

Were you involved in this?

Had I known about this...

I would have done everything in my power to stop it.

And ended up dead, just like my mother.

[Men Laughing]

He actually sold you all his F.X. stuff?

Yeah, I know, I know. I don't suppose you'd be willing to sell it back.

- For the right price. - Well, charge him double.

He has it coming to him if he thinks he did this to me.

Thanks a lot, Jarod.

Hi, Mickey.

Mickey?

Timmy's gone.

[Beeping]

White choosing the Samisch Variation...

to answer the black's Nimzo-Indian Defense.

Very good, Jarod.

Who are you, Mr. Igor?

[Whirring, Beeping]

Sydney, when do I get to meet that other boy?

He's gone.

- What do you mean, "gone"? - I received a copy of the paperwork today.

Dr. Raines released him.

Did he do something wrong?

He wasn't special.

You were special, Timmy.

[Click, Beep]

[Rings]

- [Beeps] - What?

- How are you coming with my gut feeling? - You need to ask?

Why the game with the creature?

Why not just tell me?

Sometimes the destination isn't as important as the journey.

Well, where on your journey...

did you find that surveillance tape?

In one of your mother's safe deposit boxes.

Like her wedding ring and medical file.

Oh, you'd be surprised what one could find in there.

- Jarod- - Ah. You know the dance, Miss Parker.

You help me with one of my secrets, I help you with one of yours.

We weren't able to find anything...

about Igor or Fenigor.

I don't know if he was my mother's ally or betrayer.

Well, keep searching.

Igor...

he holds the secrets to both our pasts.

What makes you so sure?

Call it... a gut feeling.

[Beep]

[Dial Tone, Beeps]

[Sighs]