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How strong are you?

Test me.

You have mail.

Morning.

I'm new in town, and I was supposed to meet a friend.

I was wondering if you gentlemen might have seen him.

Look, I don't mean to interrupt your game, but it would be nice if you at least looked at me.

They can't hear you.

- Excuse me? - Those are the Mitchell brothers.

They're deaf as posts.

They said, "Looks like"-

- "Looks like it's gonna be another hot day. " - You speak sign language.

- Deputy Miller. - Jarod-

Barber.

We don't get many visitors to Dry River, Mr. Barber.

What brings you to town?

Well, actually, I'm here to meet a friend.

Maybe you've seen him. He's 50-something, distinguished-looking.

- Distinguished. - Mm-hmm.

I'd remember him, wouldn't I?

I think I've probably taken up enough of your time, Deputy. Have a nice day.

I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask you to stick around a while longer.

- Excuse me? - You're gonna have to come with me, sir.

And why would I want to do that?

Because if you don't, I'm going to have to kill you.

There are Pretenders among us.

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.

He's a Pretender-

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

- The Centre wants him alive. - Preferably.

He defends the weak and abused.

Life's a gift.

- You a doctor? - I am today.

So much for anonymous tips aboutJarod.

Well, the- the guy said we'd find what we wanted right here.

If we were looking for urban blight and the overwhelming stench of urine...

he was right on the money.

Think we're being led astray?

Thank you, Sherlock.

Pink.

Oh. I let Debbie do the laundry.

She... kinda got the colors mixed with the whites. And I don't want to hurt her feelings.

Don't let her cut the grass.

I want our team to sweep the area.

I want everything within a 50-foot radius brought back to the Centre.

Miss Parker.

There's something here you should see.

Parker, are you all right?

Your mother's identification card.

And the expiration date has been changed.

It seems Jarod has cultivated a darker sense of humor since we last spoke.

Did I miss something?

The new expiration date-

it's the same day her mother was killed.

Everyone who's arrested has the privilege of making one phone call.

You're not under arrest. You're being detained for questioning.

- About what? - Sheriff Delmont will explain it all to you when he gets back.

- This is crazy. - Just go with the flow...

and nobody'll get hurt.

Ms. Miller, come quick. It's J.R.

J.R.? What happened?

We were tossing around the football, and he just passed out.

- Go get Dr. Craner. - He's gone to Tucson for the day.

We've gotJ.R. inside the church, but he's out cold.

I have some medical training.

This is my son we're talking about.

I can help.

J.R.? You kids get back. Get back.

J.R., honey? Sweetie, can you hear me?

- J.R.? - He's in shock.

- He's still breathing. - Oh, he's hypoglycemic.

When was the last time he ate?

Um, he had, uh, cereal for breakfast, three, four hours ago.

- Only water since he was here. - Wake up.!

- Is he gonna be okay? - J.R.?

Come on, honey.

What do you think you're doing?

I need to stabilize his blood sugar.

I'm gonna stick this in your mouth. I want you to let it dissolve, okay?

Good boy.

- Mom? - Oh!

It's okay, honey. It's okay.

Everything's gonna be okay.

- How is he feeling? - Better.

He has a heart condition.

I noticed the bluish tint to his fingertips and his lips.

I'd say by the looks of it, it's congenital.

You have a very sick boy.

- Are you a doctor? - Not at the moment.

Why hasn't he had a heart transplant?

Because he's on a waiting list.

Because he has AB-negative blood, which is very rare.

It only happens in certain families.

One in 300,000.

I know. I have it too.

This is the guy?

I may have found Jarod.

I received this e-mail from him today.

Hmm.

And you say you didn't send this refuge message toJarod?

If I had, would I be showing it to you?

That's a good point.

What is this Dry River place anyway?

According to the computer, there's a Dry River in southwest Arizona.

This is Parker. Have the jet prepared.

Well, get it out of the hangar. Forget it!

Book me a seat on the next commercial flight to-

- Phoenix. - Phoenix.

And I'll pick up the ticket at the gate.

Uh, well, you're going alone?

I'm a big girl, Broots.

Have this stuff analyzed by Cousin It.

- Angelo? - I don't like dead ends, Sydney.

Especially when they concern my mother.

- Hold this. - Then he helped J.R. back to the squad car...

- and we brought him back here. - A touching story.

Sheriff, he had every opportunity to escape.

But he didn't even think about running.

- What's your point? - He helped save my son.

Surely, there's another way we can handle this.

There's not.

You did a decent thing for the boy, and I'm grateful.

But if you give me one second of trouble, I'm gonna shoot you dead.

- You understand me? - Completely.

All right, let's go.

It's a lucky thing I showed up here today.

Your deputy has a pretty sick boy on her hands.

He could've died.

It must be difficult watching someone you love suffer like that.

What about you, Sheriff?

Do you have any family?

I think it's gonna be a whole lot easier if you and I don't get to know each other.

Get out. Let's go.

Go straight.

Move! Go right over there.

Stay there.

Let's go.

Go on.

- Somebody cut themselves? - Sit down over there.

Look, it's pretty obvious by the way I've been treated that something terrible has happened.

Why don't you tell me what it is?

- I can't. - Why not?

Because I won't let him.

- Lyle. - Gone but not forgotten.

And... so it begins.

This is all the stuff brought in from the dead-end street.

Y- You think he'll be able to help?

Empaths possess such finely tuned instincts, Broots...

they can't be hurried or discouraged.

- Or grossed out, apparently. - I thinkJarod believes...

the initial refuge signal to be authentic.

Add to that the, uh, phony tip on his recent whereabouts...

and it becomes clear that someone has lured him to Arizona.

Jarod could be in serious trouble.

I believe he is. The question is from whom?

Angelo, could you give it a rest already?

Wait.

- He can't pick it up. - Hmm. Why?

The person Angelo is empathing...

doesn't have a thumb.

- How long have I been out? - A couple hours.

Ooh, that'll be a good one.

- You sent the message. - You really are a genius.

How did you find out about refuge?

You forget. Before I found myself thumbless in the desert...

I was head rat at the cheese factory.

You may have taken off with the D.S.A. 's...

but I had access to surveillance videos of every conversation you and Sydney ever had.

I wish you could've seen your face when you first saw me.

It was priceless.

Your thumb looks pretty bad.

If you don't take care of it, you could lose the whole hand.

It'll be fine.

You seem to have captured loyal support from the locals.

Sheriff Delmont? Afraid his involvement...

has less to do with loyalty then it does survival.

- I don't follow. - My first acquisition after arriving in this little oasis...

was securing some leverage in the form of Mrs. Delmont.

You kidnapped his wife.

And buried her in the desert.

She's currently being fed oxygen...

supplied by a five-horsepower gas generator...

which with an adapted fuel capacity of 15 gallons...

- should run for about- - Sixteen hours.

Sixteen- Give or take a few minutes.

As I check my watch, she should have life support remaining...

in the area of seven hours and 20 minutes.

Oh!

You'll appreciate this.

She's pregnant.

Guess about... six months.

So, you see, our good sheriff is in no position to be anything but cooperative.

You're insane.

Psychological diagnosis can be really subjective.

- What do you want? - Isn't it obvious?

I want everything.

If you are returning a vehicle...

- please park your car in the blue zone. - What?

- Lyle is alive. - What did you say?

Angelo had a severe reaction to one of the objects...

brought in from the dead-end street.

I am certain Lyle is behind all of this.

We've been over this, Sydney. Lyle is dead.

I shot him point-blank in the chest.

- Think about it. - Sydney, y-you were there.

Do you remember when they pulled his body from the river?

It was never positively identified, Parker.

Lyle faked his death as a teenager. He just did it again.

Parker?

Parker?

Look, you got what you wanted. Let the woman go.

- Not until I finalize negotiations. - Negotiations?

The Triumvirate is preparing to meet to choose my permanent replacement.

I intend to make that vote unnecessary.

Now, where's a clip-on tie when you need one?

You really think that the Centre's gonna...

let you just walk right in there like nothing's happened?

I bring back their golden boy, and it's business as usual.

First there'll have to be changes made, obstacles removed.

- Like Sydney and Miss Parker? - Among others.

How long do you think it's going to be before someone decides to remove you?

Nothing's forever.

However, there is a way that we can assure our power base.

- We? - With your brains and my leadership skills...

there isn't anything we couldn't accomplish.

- I can be your friend, Jarod. - Like you were my friend when you tried to stop my heart.

Why did you try to kill me?

Hey.

I just got a call from my deputy.

She says there's a tall, dark brunette woman...

asking questions about someone named Jarod and a man with a missing thumb.

Parker. And this was going so well.

Nothing's forever.

If you ever want to see that wife of yours again, get rid of her.

Now.

I believe there are two very dangerous men here in Dry River.

- You a cop? - I work for a private corporation.

And we've been tracking these men for some time. Have you seen them?

Those people dead?

Murdered, execution style.

- And that one? - Jarod.

He has a history of mental illness. I've been instructed by his family to bring him home.

- I haven't seen him. - Sheriff, my information is certain.

Dry River's a small town, ma'am.

- I'm sorry, but I can't help you. - Is everything all right?

Oh, everything's fine,J.R.

- Hello. - Hello.

- How you doing, buddy? - A little tired.

That's why you need to rest. Come on. I'll make you something to eat.

Nice kid.

What's the matter with him anyway?

He's dying.

- We have to call somebody. - Who?

- The F.B.I., the state police- - And accomplish what?

Have you seen this picture? The man is a cold-blooded killer.

- He's got my wife buried in the desert. - But we can't just stand-

If this psycho even thinks that I'm crossing him, Linda and the baby are dead.

This really doesn't surprise me.

What's that?

This "rising from the dead" game you keep playing.

You pulled the same scam in high school.

Only back then, you got really creative.

You murdered your best friend.

Then you set your own father up to take the fall.

What do you know about my father?

I know that he's rotting in a jail cell...

serving a life sentence for a crime you committed.

- He got what he deserved. - What about your mom?

Did she deserve what she got?

Did I tell you I went to visit her?

Very nice lady. Only she seems a touched confused.

Seems she was, uh, trying to feed a couple of dogs that didn't really exist.

You should not have gone there.

She kept your bedroom just the way you left it. It's all very cozy.

One more word and you die.

You kill me...

and you have nothing to bargain with.

Which brings us to step two of the process.

Look, I hate to throw a wrench in your plans...

but it's against the law to impersonate a doctor.

Now that's funny.

I'm going to need something more substantial than photographs...

to demonstrate my resolve to the Triumvirate.

- An offering, if you will. - An offering?

You should consider yourself fortunate.

You'll be asleep when I cut off your thumb.

No.

Miss Parker?

She's gone. She showed me a picture of you with a bunch of murdered people.

Casualties of war.

Is there something else?

I want my wife back! You said when you had what you wanted, you'd let her go.

You ever seen a human being suffocate?

It's not an easy way to die.

Now, your family has slightly less than three hours of life remaining.

Unless, of course, you want to arrest me.

- It's Parker. - She followed me.

Get rid of her. Now.

This is private prop-

Whoa!

Sheriff. I know they're here.

Like I said, Miss Parker, I don't know what you're talking about.

Then how did you know my name? I never mentioned it.

I don't know what he's holding over your head, Sheriff...

but trust me, it will not end well for anyone.

I can help you if you just let me.

I wish I could do that.

You're under arrest for trespassing.

Hand over the weapon.

Please...

don't do this.

Don't fight the medication.

There's nothing you can do to stop it now.

Please.

No.

- Raines said you were dead. - Not hardly.

They said... you were dead.

Not hardly, big brother.

Sydney, this was just delivered for you.

- Who's it from? - Receiving.

What is it?

Jesus.

Who could've taken these?

I decide who lives or dies.

I decide who lives or dies. I decide who lives or dies.

I decide who lives or dies.

- I decide who lives or dies. - Kyle.

- I decide who lives or dies. - Jarod's brother's alive too?

This is turning into Night of the Living Dead.

Hi, this is Sydney. I need seats on the next flight out to Arizona.

And get the, uh, Centre helicopter ready for immediate takeoff in Phoenix.

I decide who lives or dies!

I decide who lives or dies.

I thought you'd never wake up.

Kyle?

I thought you were dead.

Yeah, that was the idea.

I saw you in the van. I- I saw it explode.

No!

You saw the van explode, but I wasn't inside it.

When you escaped, I was able to crawl out...

and fire a shot into the fuel tank.

My leg was injured, so I made my way up to the highway and caught a ride out.

- How did you find me? - I've been following Parker and the others for months...

- hoping they'd lead me back to you. - My thumb...

and the rest of me is so glad you did.

Jarod, have you learned anything else about our parents?

Um-

Sydney gave me this.

His brother gave it to him before he died.

Our father's name?

I don't know. I can't believe-

Where have you been?

In the shadows, waiting, watching.

Now that we're together again, I can finish this.

Finish what?

I sent a package of photographs that'll bring the others here soon.

It's almost over, brother.

We'll start with Lyle.

- Kyle, what happened to him? - He tripped and hit his head.

- We've less than an hour. - What are you talking about?

Lyle kidnapped a woman and buried her alive somewhere out in the desert.

We have less than an hour before her air supply runs out.

Jarod, we can't leave now. This is our chance to end this once and for all.

- And we'll start with him. - Did you hear what I said?

There is a woman and her unborn baby buried alive somewhere out in the desert.

And if we work together, we can save their lives.

Lyle and the others deserve to die.

And if they do, what chance do we ever have of finding our parents?

Look, I know you're angry...

but there's more important things in life than vengeance.

Let me show you how good it feels to save a life instead of trying to destroy one.

Kyle.

We'll need to know where he buried her, right?

Relax, brother.

This is what I do.

I hope you like meat loaf.

I live for it.

The sheriff said your son is sick.

He has a heart condition, yeah.

I'm sorry.

He seemed like a really nice young man.

Yes, he is.

- You have to let me out. - I told you I can't do that.

You know, my mother died when I was almost your son's age.

And I know how hard it is to lose someone that you care about.

That's why I promise you that the sheriff...

and anyone else Lyle has involved in this mess...

will die unless I walk out of here.

- You don't understand. - I understand perfectly, Deputy.

I think you need to get out there and take another good look at those pictures...

because that is exactly what will happen unless you prevent it.

- You don't know what he- - What?

What?

He's gotten the sheriff's wife buried alive out in the desert.

Then we don't have much time, do we?

We must be close to the place.

Kill the motors.

There's a generator.

It's coming from just over that rise. Come on.

Down there.

There it is.

It's out of fuel. Hurry.

- Find the feeding tube. - Got it.

Dig.

- It's sealed tight. - Watch it.

Hurry. There can't be much air left in there.

Easy.

Okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

Okay. Okay.

Oh, God! Thank you.

It's okay. Y- You're safe now.

You're safe now.

Going somewhere, slick?

Miss Parker, how nice to see you again.

I wish I could say the same. What happened to you?

Jarod's little brother wanted some information.

Kyle is here?

We negotiated. I lost.

Doesn't anybody ever really die anymore?

You left that envelope on that sign.

What gave me away?

Jarod's a pain in the ass, but he's not heartless.

That's for my mother, and this is for me.

You-

God, you're beautiful when you're angry.

Oh!

Oh, my God.!

- Oh, God! - Oh! Oh, my God.

Are you all right?

I was so scared.

- Where is he? - We left him chained up at the compound.

I'm gonna sit you down, okay?

You're gonna be all right now, okay?

- What are you gonna do? - What do you think?

Sheriff, wait. Let us handle it.

- The man almost killed my family. - Which is exactly why...

you need to get your wife and baby to a hospital and make sure they're okay.

No.

Now, you boys be careful.

Don't worry, Sheriff. I'm no hero.

The sheriff said the foundry is on the edge of town.

- He's not in the trailer. - And not anywhere in the building.

He's gone.

Which means he's out there.

Somewhere.

Let's head back to the hospital.

I want to see how the sheriff's wife is doing.

You were right, you know?

About what?

About how it feels to help someone.

When that woman grabbed me after I saved her life and thanked me-

It was like nothing I had ever felt before.

I've been angry for so long, so bull of rage and revenge...

I'd forgotten what it was like...

to care about someone.

That's all going to change...

now that we're together.

I promise. Come on. Let's go.

Oh, this is beautiful.!

It's just one big, happy family, isn't it?

It's the end of the line, Lyle.

There's no place left for you to run.

I'm disappointed in you, Jarod. You know me better than that.

If there's one thing I don't do easy, it's die.

Drop the cannon, kid.

- Shoot him, you moron! - Shut up!

Stay back, or I put a very large hole in big brother.

- Kyle. - Threats and pain...

that's all you've ever offered us.

You stole our lives, and you killed our spirit.

Now you think you can threaten us with death.

It doesn't matter, Lyle, because we never made a difference anyway.

I'll kill him. I swear I will.

And then I'll kill you.

Don't do this, Kyle.

By the way, Lyle...

how's that knife wound?

You stay with me, little brother. I'm gonna get you to a hospital.

It's too late, Jarod.

Don't you say that.

Look at me.

Come on. Just-Just think.

Think about all the good times we're gonna have together.

I'm sorry, Jarod.

For what?

For everything.

No.

It's time to come home now, Jarod.

Where's Lyle?

We'll find him.

All right, nobody move!

Mister, I- I don't know who you are...

but I figured I owe you at least one "get out of jail free" card.

There are two of us, Sheriff. What's to say we won't shoot you right now?

Well, mostly because this is a 10-gauge pump action shotgun...

that will pretty much cut anything in half that it's aimed at.

And right now, it's aimed at you, lady.

Jarod-

I'm sorry.

Where will you be taking him?

Someplace where he can make a difference.

Trauma team to I.C.U. on Six West.

Trauma team to I.C.U. on Six West.

How is he, Doctor? How's my son?

Just fine. The new heart is functioning on its own.

And barring complications, your boy should live a long and happy life.

Oh, thank you.

It was a stroke of luck we were able to find a donor to match your son's blood type.

Whoever that donor was, he's a godsend.

I don't know about that, Doc, but he was a hero.

Good for you, little brother.

Good for you.