All language subtitles for S04E15-Junk.eng

[Broots]
It's Jarod's last lair. We know that much.

- How long since he left?
- It's about 24 hours.

We got a Clean-up crew
takin' the place apart as we speak.

Same old song and dance.

Yeah.

[Miss Parker]
Who's the egg headin the go-cart?

- That's Dr. Guchi Tuchen.
- The new head of the Centre's Clean-up unit.

- Credentials impeccable.
- Yeah, he's from Calcutta.

Remind me to cancel
the frozen steaks for Christmas.

Ah, Dr. Tuchen.
This is-

The infamous Miss Parker.

- Excuse me for not standing.
- Not a problem.

So, what did our little genius
leave us to clean up this time?

I'm afraid it's a bit
disturbing in nature.

How so?

Here.

- P.C.P.
- Ridiculous. Jarod wouldn't use drugs.

I'm afraid I will have to disagree.

We ran a series of field tests
on the blood residual of the syringes...

and it matched Jarod's perfectly.

[Sydney]
With what Jarod's been through...

addiction is a distinct possibility.

- Jarod's a junkie?
- We also found this.

It's Jarod's writing.

[Broots] What, do you think
he left it here by accident?

Maybe he really is caught up
in some kind of drug haze.

[Man Over Walkie-Talkie, Indistinct]

[Chattering]

We got one over here
already in the building.

I don't know what he's on,
but you're gonna have to lock him down.

- How's your personal injury insurance?
- Paid in full.

No one's gonna hurt ya.
We just wanna make sure you're okay.

- Let's do this easy, okay, pal? Come on.
- Easy.

Okay, let's go. Nice and easy.
Nice and easy.

[Grunting]

- Come on!
- No! No!

Mommy! No! No!
Mommy!

- Dad! No!
- Grab his feet!

Mommy! Daddy!

Don't let them take me!
[Yelling]

[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.
- [Jarod] Life's a gift.

- You a doctor?
- I am today.

- [Siren Wails]
- [Police Radio, Indistinct]

- [Grunting]
- Come on!

- Who do we got?
- Trouble. You'd better keep both eyes
on this one.

Welcome to Vista House, Mr.Jones.

I'm Dr. Earl.
I am your staff psychologist.

I am here to help you
with your recovery.

Understand that no one
can stop you from using but you.

- [Muffled Laugh]
- Check his bag.

Now, Mr. Jones,
I need you to sign this.

[Panting]
What is it?

It is a consent form empowering us
to place you in lockdown.

Lockdown?
I don't like being locked up.

We need to take control during
the initial period of your withdrawal.

I know that may sound extreme, but I
believe our success rate speaks for itself.

Thank you.
What do you got, Garrett?

Got a change of clothes,
bath robe, wallet...

- $48 cash...
- Mm-hmm.

Red notebook, blank.

- I keep a journal.
- [Dr. Earl] Excellent.

A big part of your recovery
will be writing down...

a searching and fearless
moral self-inventory.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hold on, hold on.

[Grunting]

We have a code of ethics around here.

It's called the circle of trust.

You gain our trust, it comes back
to you in the way of privileges.

Betray that trust,
the circle is broken.

Consider this a warning.

[Straining, Grunting]

I-I don't feel so good.

Get him a bucket.

[Miss Parker]
"I'm searching for a special man.

"If you are handsome,
emotionally secure...

"and have learned some of
life's harder lessons...

we might have something in common."

How does it feel to be
the mayor of Loserville?

- I-I read that for entertainment.
- Right.

What did you find out
about Jarod's latest clue?

The "101776" clearly relates
to October 17, 1976.

The A-22 part has me stumped, though.
It's either August or April 22...

and it could relate to SL 22.

Maybe if you stopped reading
the want ads and-I'll be dammed.

- What? What is it?
- My lucky day, apparently.

"A-22."
Section "A," page 22.

Broots, go get the microfiche
from the Blue Cove paper...

dated October 17, 1976.

Maybe we can find out why
Jarod is hopped up on heroin.

Sydney, you all right?

Sydney, you all right?

- [Jarod] Okay, I'm cured.
Let me out of here.
- [Man] This is how it plays.

The doctors are like the generals.
They're sittin' up there on the hill.

They're watchin' the battle. But I'm
the grunt. I'm down there in the field.

I'm lookin' out for my buddies.
You gonna be my buddy there, Jarod?

- Sure. Why not?
- Good answer.

Okay, I bring you your meals,
I supervise your drug tests.

I clean your clothes.
I will even mop up your puke, man.

The only thing I ask in return
is that you don't give me any trouble.

This ain't easy what you're gonna be goin'
through here, but I can help make it...

a whole lot more productive, okay?

- Sorry, baby. Whoa.
- Rusty!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
Come on! I'm sick!

- I need somethin'!
- See that guy?

He is not my buddy.
Come on. We gotta make a pit stop.

All right, here.
Fill it up, unleaded.

- Can I get some privacy?
- You're holdin' the cup, aren't ya?

[Buzzer Sounds]

Well, not exactly The Four Seasons.

But let's face it.
You couldn't afford The Four Seasons.

[Buzzer Sounds]

[Shivering]
It's-It's so cold in here.

Yeah, well, you won't think so
once the hot flashes kick in.

All right, you got a bucket for whatever
comes up, and it'll come up. Trust me.

I don't think I can do this.
I just, uh, need a little somethin'...

you know, to carry me through,
you understand?

Just-Just somethin' for tonight, please?

- Get your hands off me, man!
- Come on. Don't leave me in here!

You can't leave me in here! Don't leave me-
Come on! Don't leave me-

[Panting, Grunting]

Well, bottoms up.

- [Chattering]
- [Jarod Vomiting]

Great.

[Vomiting Continues]

[Dr. Earl]
We have a new member of our group.

- This is Jarod.
- Welcome to Heroin Hilton, Jarod.

Thank you, Huey. Jarod, why don't you
tell the group what brought you here?

A large cop with bad breath.

Very clever. Perhaps you could be
a little more specific?

No, man, there's nothin' you can tell us
we haven't already heard or seen.

Let's just say that I'm going through
a slight identity crisis.

Okay.

Today, I want to talk
about responsibility...

about how we refuse to take
responsibility for our addiction.

Instead, we blame
everybody and everything else.

Well, I'll tell ya this, Doc.
You know, if I fall back into my habit...

I'm blaming Jill.

- Shut up, Huey.
- Chick's drivin'me nuts...

cryin' every five seconds...

yammerin' on about
her smack binge last week.

"I'm clean. I didn't use.
I don't know how it happened!"

It's the truth.
I don't know how it happened.

- That's whack, baby.
- I thought this was supposed
to be a support group?

She tested positive for opiates, dude.

Her denyin' she even used is a lie.
You're a liar.

- I'm not a liar.
- Liar, liar, liar.

- You don't know that.
- Okay, new meat.

Maybe the smack just kind of
floated down from the heavens...

and landed right in your bloodstream.

I lost custody of my son last week!

Why would I jeopardize the most
important thing in my life to use?

- Because you're a junkie.
- I'm not a junkie anymore, Huey.

I don't want him seein' me
in here like this.

Have an attitude of gratitude, Jill, hmm?

You're blessed.

Your son is going to get
to see you again, clean and alive.

What Huey is saying is that...

you need to accept the fact that
you have a problem.

I know I have a problem, Dr. Earl.
I lost my son.

Section "A," page 22 had five obituaries.

So I ran the names through
the database, and one of them...

a guy named David Arnold,
used to work here.

- [Miss Parker] When?
- It doesn't say.

And there's no other information
on him, which is really strange...

because you know how this place is
about background checks.

Which makes your presence here
even more of a mystery.

This is ridiculous!
What if something happens to Jarod...

while we're chasing ghosts?

Broots, keep working the number codes,
and stay on this David Arnold lead.

Sure. No problem.

And, Broots?

You report onlyto me.

That's a fine-looking
little boy you have there.

I never actually knew my mother, but I always
imagined how great our relationship would be.

Look-Jarod, right?
I appreciate you defending me in here...

but, please, leave me alone, okay?

Sorry, I can't do that.

You see, the reason I'm in here...

is to help you,
as a favor to your father.

My father's been dead
for over 20 years.

Jill, I know.

Jill? Your little boy's here. He's
waitin' for you in the visitation lounge.

- I can't let him see me like this.
- You're his mother.

Nothing can change the way
he feels about you.

[Man On Speaker] Hilary and I
have a lot to do with you today, sport.

We've gotta pick up your tux for the
wedding. I've gotta get the plane tickets.

So you just say hi to Mommy,
and then let's get going, okay?

Todd, honey?
The tuxedo shop is open late...

and the travel agent
can messenger you the tickets.

Please, Daddy?

Chris, you spend as much time
with your mommy as you want, okay?

- Okay.
- Okay.

Guess who.

- Mommy!
- Hey! Look at you!

- I've missed you so much!
- I missed you too.

Why are you shaking, Mommy?

- Mommy's been sick, baby.
- Are you gonna get better?

Yes. And guess what.

If Dr. Earl says it's okay,
I can come home in a couple of days.

[Chris]
Does that mean I get to live with you?

Well, honey, no.

Don't you love me anymore?

Yes, of course I do.
I love you with all my heart.

Oh, God.

Garrett!
Circle of trust, Jarod.

Whatever you're doing in here,
you just broke the circle.

Take him back to his room.

[Buzzer Sounds]

Come on.

Yeah.

[Beeps, Buzzer Sounds]

These are his orders.

[Beeps, Buzzer Sounds]

- What are you doing here?
- I just wanna talk to you.

This is the only place that we can talk
unmonitored. Please trust me.

Just leave me alone.

I don't think
he would have wanted that.

Where'd you get this?

Your father gave it to me. I was taken
from my family when I was a boy.

That photograph was your father's way
of giving me a family when I needed one.

I realize that all this sounds crazy,
but it's the truth.

You don't belong in here.
And I know...

you never would have done anything
to jeopardize the custody of your son.

You know, I remember
when this picture was taken.

I was a junior in high school.

That was the year
everything went crazy.

I met this great guy.
A dealer.

God, I got strung out so fast.

And your father got you clean.

No guilt trips.
Just unconditional love.

Then he died.

I stayed clean through the whole thing.

I was clean for a long time.
That's when I met Todd.

We got married, had Chris.

It was such a good life.

And then you started using again.

Yeah.

I don't have an excuse for it.
I screwed up.

By the time I realized
what I had done...

Todd had left, and he took Chris.

Then Todd met Hilary. I knew
if I was ever gonna get my boy back...

I could never use drugs again.

So I got clean again.
I got my teaching credential.

Everything was fine.
The court was gonna give me custody.

Then the day before the final hearing-

I swear to God
I don't remember using.

So I lost any chance
of getting my little boy back.

There is always a chance.

Not for me.
Once Hilary and Todd get married...

she can legally adopt him,
and then that's the end.

Tell me about this day that you said
you don't remember using.

I remember the morning. I was clean.
I came here for my weekly drug test.

I woke up three days later
strung out in the park.

I wouldn't have thrown it all away-
not my life, not my family.

[Beeps, Buzzer Sounds]

Hello, J ill.
How are we feeling today?

- Okay.
- Good.

Nurses tell me you've been having
a little trouble sleeping.

Would you like a clonidine patch?

Yes, please.

All right.

There.
That should help you relax.

Thank you.

Jill, I just wanna let you know,
if all goes well...

I think I can have you
out of here by Friday.

- Really?
- Really. We just wanna
make sure that you're ready...

- and there aren't gonna be any setbacks, okay?
- I'm ready. I promise.

Good. You get some sleep...

and I will check in on you later, okay?

Okay.

[Beeps, Buzzer Sounds]

[Broots]
The Delaware cartographer's offiice...

is e-mailing me a map coded 101776.

- A-22 should be the coordinates
that lead us to Jarod.
- Good work.

Will you let us know
the minute it comes in?

- Oh, yeah, yeah.
- Broots, I wanna review
your G-4 report with you.

All right.
I'll catch up with you, Sydney.

Hmm.

- What do you got?
- Okay.

You know Winkey, the old guy with the facial
ticks that works down in the infirmary?

- We haven't had the pleasure.
- Okay. Anyway...

he remembers this David Arnold who used to
work there as an orderly like 20 years ago.

So I cross-referenced Arnold's name
with the infirmary's D.S.A. database...

and I came up with two matches.

The only problem is they're missing
from Winkey's archives.

Somebody's really gone
to some trouble...

erasing this guy from
the history books around here.

You've been making unauthorized entries
into the infirmary's database.

If it's David Arnold
you want to know about...

I can tell you he was one of the kindest,
gentlest men I ever had the pleasure of knowing.

- What's he doing these days?
- Pushing up daisies.

Arnold is deader
than your hair follicles.

[Sighs]

Tell me then, Miss Parker...

how does David Arnold get you
any closer to finding Jarod?

We explore all avenues in pursuit
of Jarod, even the dead ones.

He wouldn't be bugging us
about a database hit...

unless he had something to hide.

The answer lies in those missing D.S.A.s,
which are mostly likely...

in Raines's private collection.

- ♪ [Dance]
- [Woman] Great. And one,
and two, and three, and four.

Keep it going.
Almost finished. Breathe.

Good, and arms.
And one, and two, and three, and four.

Good job.

Hey, nice ride, dude. What are we waitin'
for? Let's get the hell out of here.

Even if I could start it,
they don't let me ride it.

You know anything
about motorcycle maintenance?

Well, I read a book on it once.

Nothin' to do with motorcycles, however.

- Whoa, whoa. Whoa. God.
- Does it flood when you hit the throttle?

Yeah.

The tabs from your float bowl
are disconnected from the needle, see?

I'll be dammed.
Hey, thanks.

Cool shirt.
What's "Skint Rabbit"?

It's a rock-and-roll band.

We had a big hit in the '80s.

- "Bloody Love Bones"?
- I was kinda out of it in the '80s.

And the '70s.
Most of the '90s, for that matter.

Yeah, who wasn't?
But I was their head roadie.

We went everywhere. Toured with
the biggest. Stones, Allman Brothers.

Then we released two lame albums.

The next thing you know, we are warmin' up
high school gyms for Air Supply.

Were they having trouble
with their ventilation system?

Exactly.

Hey, listen, brother, um,
I really need to score.

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

Come on. Your clammy skin,
your beady little pupils.

I think you know exactly what I mean.
Come on.

Help me out.

Garrett's your man.

[Jarod]
Garrett?

- Unless he got busted again.
- Again?

Earl nailed him a few weeks ago
dealin' smack to an outpatient.

How does an orderly in a drug
rehabilitation center get away with that?

Hey, man, there's stuff goin' on around
here none of us will ever know about.

Jill?

Jill? Jill?

Jill?

Somebody get in here!
She's O.D.'ing! Jill?

- I will take care of this.
I will take care of this.
- Check her respiration.

I need an airway and some 02 stat!

Get in here! Get in there!
Get in there!

Jill? Jill?

Jill, how could you do this to yourself?

[Broots]
Raines almost caught me.

I had to hide under his couch
for over an hour.

Then his masseuse came in
and rubbed him down with oil...

while they were singing
"Shall We Gather at the River."

The D.S.A.s?

You are not gonna believe this.

[Buzzer Sounds]

- Jill.
- Jarod, I swear I don't know
how this happened.

It doesn't matter. What matters now
is getting you through this.

Come on, come on.
Let's get you in the bed.
Come on. Come on.

I'm beginning to think maybe
I'm doing this.

I can't remember what's happening
to me anymore. Oh, God.

I can't go through this again.
I don't have the strength.

You're going to have
to find the strength for your son.

- I've lost him.
- No, you haven't.

[Sobbing]

[Vomiting]

Why are you doing this?

- I owe your father.
- For what?

[Young Jarod]
Somebody help me!

Somebody help me!

[Grunting, Sobbing]

Somebody help me!
[Sobbing Continues]

- So he had a bad flu.
- This isn't the flu, Miss Parker. Watch.

[Tape Rewinding]

The self-righteous son of a bitch
got Jarod hooked on narcotics.

Here.

You have to drink and stay hydrated.

- One more. Come on.
- No.

Why would that place-
Why would the Centre give a child drugs?

Because to them, I was never a child.

You called for me, Doctor?

I need you to clean up the room.
The boy's sick.

Yes, sir.

Hey, kid.
I'm one of the orderlies.

Help me, please.

What's wrong with you?

Oh, my God.
Who did this to you?

Please help me.

Just hang in there, buddy.

I'm gonna help you through this, okay?
Everything's gonna be fine.

[Broots]
That's David Arnold.

There's the connection to Jarod.
Arnold helped him get through detox.

I'm so hot,
I feel like I'm burning up.

- Just hang tough. It'll pass.
- I hurt all over.

- Hang tough. It'll pass.
- [Vomits]

- I don't think I can do this.
- Yes, you can.

Just stay focused on me.
Come on. Come on.

Just a little bit to make
the pain go away.

- I can't do that, Jarod.
- I can't do this!

You've gotta get me something.
Please-Please get me something.

How about him?
Is he enough?

I need my-my family here to help me.

Where is your family?

I don't know.
I can't remember.

Here. You hang onto that.

Let my daughter Jill and I
be your family.

I don't know how I'm ever gonna
repay you for this.

Don't worry about it.

One day, you will.

Wait. Miss Parker,
you have to see the next D.S.A.

- Mr. Arnold?
- Yes, sir?

You're to be commended.

Thank you.

I don't mean to overstep
my position here...

but what possible reason could you have
to get this kid hooked on drugs?

That's not your concern.

Oh. I'm making it my concern, sir.

You'll be amply rewarded
for your efforts.

You know, you can keep your money.

I don't want anything
to do with this place.

We have a problem.

[Broots]
This is dated October 17..

The day before David Arnold...

accidentally drowned
in his own swimming pool.

Raines had him killed
to keep him quiet.

I can't help wondering,
where was Sydney during all this?

He was Jarod's protector.
How could he let this happen?

That's a good question.

I deserve to lose him.
Hilary will make a much better mother.

I just don't know how this happened.

Well, it's about time we found out.

Garrett, you got a patient loose.

[Beeps, Buzzer Sounds]

What the hell were you doin'
out of your room?

Were you afraid I was gonna
find your drug stash?

All right, you son of a bitch.

How could you do that?

How could you give drugs to a woman
who was tryin' to turn her life around?

- What the hell are you talkin' about?
- I'm talking about Jill Arnold!

I'm talking about doctoring
her clonidine patch with pure heroin.

I didn't!

-You wanna deal with me,
or should I call the police?
- Go to hell.

You're the drug supplier here.
Why'd you do it?

I swear! I swear! I don't even
have access to the clonidine patches.

- Only Dr. Earl could have laced them
with heroin.
- Heroin he got from you!

- [Toilet Flushes]
- All right, all right, all right.

When Earl caught me dealin' to Huey,
he threatened...

to have me arrested
unless I scored for him, all right?

I had no idea he was gonna use it
on a patient.

- Why is Dr. Earl keeping
Jill Arnold on drugs?
- I don't know!

I don't know! I don't.
I swear to God, I don't.

But I can get you into his office.

[No Audible Dialogue]

Hello, Hilary.
I'm calling for Dr. Earl.

It seems a situation has come up
regarding Jill Arnold.

He needs you to come down here
right away.

[Jarod]
Uh, Hilary, right? Dr. Earl said...

he was running just a little bit late.

Can I offer you
a glass of water while you wait?

[Young Jarod Groaning]

Somebody help me!

Sydney, how could you let this happen?

He was just a boy, Syd.

In those days, the Centre
was working with people...

who were trying to perfiect
a synthesized narcotic...

that might enhance mental perfiormance.

So you let them experiment on Jarod?

It was Raines's decision.

I guess the idea ofa great mind
like Jarod's becoming greater still...

was just too exciting
to walk away from.

The drug, of course, it turned out...

had pretty serious side effects.

Rapid addiction
and devastating withdrawal.

So Raines turns Jarod
into a junkie lab rat...

and you bury your head in the sand?

Sydney, why?

[ Panting, Grunting ]

They turned Sydney into an addict.

[Dr. Earl Groaning]

[Both Gasp]

- Oh, my God. Where am I?
- What's happening to me?

I would imagine that Jill Arnold must have
asked herself the very same question.

- Jarod?
- I think we should have
a little group therapy session.

Only this time,
the two of you get to be the patients.

- What are you talking about?
- Circle of trust, Doc.

You give Jill Arnold drugs
against her will.

I do the very same thing
to the two of you.

Only this time,
I use a hybrid narcotic...

that chemically tricks the brain into
thinking you've been addicted for years.

What you're experiencing now,
physically and mentally...

that's what's known as "cold turkey."

- Gobble, gobble.
- You're sick.
- You son of a bitch.

Now, that is not expressing
an attitude of gratitude, Doc.

But not to worry.
I brought along...

some clonidine patches
to help take that pain away.

- Please, give me a patch.
- First, we should talk about...

investigating our moral
self-inventory to decide...

- which one of you actually deserves a patch.
- Give it to me!

- Who the hell are you?
- I'm somebody that can help end your torment.

- Just tell me the truth.
- Come on. I can't take this.

- Don't give it to her, Jarod! Give it to me!
- Just-Just-Just talk to me.

- I can't.
- Mmm-Okay. Okay.

Please, give-give me a patch.

I guess you can look forward
to the next eight hours...

with your head in a bucket.
[Mimics Vomiting]

Give me a patch, please.

- [Hilary] Please give me a patch.
- One clonidine patch down.

- [Dr. Earl] Jarod, give it to me.
- Okay.

Okay. He did it.

- What?
- He needed the money.

- Shut up, you stupid bitch!
- Oh, please. Come on.
You said nobody would find out.

You're the one who needed
that stupid kid. You wanted the boy!

- Hey!
- Please, give me one ofthe patches.

Let me guess.
It went something like this.

Todd Moffiett is a very rich man.

So rich, in fact,
that if you two were to get divorced...

you could stand to make
one hell of a payday...

especially if you were
to adopt his son.

And what better way
to insure custody...

than to turn
his biological mother into a junkie.

- And who better to help you than
your ex-college sweetheart.
- How did you know that?

Let's just say that
I took a little peek...

into the doc's college yearbook.

You two make such a cute little couple.
It seems so sad...

that college sweethearts
such as yourself...

are gonna have to experience
such horrific pain.

I've had my experience with that little
devil you're on. And let me tell you-

Somebody help me!

It's a bitch.

Only one clonidine patch left.

It would be a shame to have to white-knuckle
it through such a terrible detox.

Okay! I did it.

I drugged Jill Arnold
so she would lose custody of her son.

- Now can I have that patch, please?
- No, he did it.

Please give me the patch.

Like you say, Doc...

recovery starts when an individual
admits that he or she has a problem.

Isn't that right, Todd?

- That's right.
- Oh, God.

Let me tell you, the two of you
have one hell of a problem.

Listen, sport, we're gonna see Mommy
in just a few minutes.

- Okay.
- So Jill was tellin'
the whole truth after all.

I feel like a real punk
layin' into her the way I did.

Hey, you live and you learn.

Yeah, but I've decided, you know, I'm gonna
finish up my time here the right way.

I've just been kind of
goin' through the motions.

I gotta start thinkin' about my future.

Good for you.

- Thanks a lot, Jarod. Somethin' for you.
- Hey, what's this?

- Skint Rabbit.
- Oh, wow.

"Bloody Love Bones." But don't listen to
it backwards. You'll end up here for real.

Thanks for everything.

I-I hope I can make this up to Jill.

Now's your chance.

Mommy!

Mommy, are we going home now?

We are gonna go home
in two seconds, okay?

- You look good.
- I'm startin' to feel good.

So what now?

One day at a time.

Jarod, I don't know how I could ever
repay you for everything you've done.

The debt's already been paid.

Thank you.

- [Phone Ringing]
- Sydney.

I didn't think
you'd still be working.

Good of you to call.
I was getting really worried.

'Cause you thought I might have slipped
back into my childhood drug addiction?

Just tell me why.
Why did you let them do that to me?

Jarod-

You're the only person that I trusted.

You were like a-

You should've stopped them, Sydney.

Jarod, I couldn't.

Why not?

Because I was a test subject myself.

What are you talking about?

I asked Raines-
Rather, I demanded...

that you be left out of the drug testing
and that they use me instead.

And Raines agreed.

It was only when I came out of detox
that I realized what had happened-

that he'd lied.

So you sacrificed yourself
to protect me.

Why didn't you ever tell me that?

I never wanted you
to feel obligated...

to stay here at the Centre...

if you had a chance to get away.

I'm sorry, Jarod.

I'm really sorry.