All language subtitles for The Pretender s03e05 Betrayal.eng

Debbie?
Debbie?

- Morning, Daddy.
- Morning. Are you hungry?

Um, my ride should be here any minute.

- Well, just have a little bit. It's hot.
- Did you remember?

Remember? What?

My birthday, Daddy.

I've told you all year
what I really, really want is-

Is a trip to Paris.
And you know what?

I can't take you to Paris until you're,
like, 25 years old.

Well, it never hurts to ask.

- No.
- [Horn Honking] - Well, I gotta go.

Okay, wait.
Take this.

- Love you. See you tonight.
- I love you too.

See you... tonight.

[Door Opens, Closes]

[Man On Tape] Beginner's French.
Hello. My name is Pierre.

How are you?

[Speaking French]

[Repeating In French]

It's bad enough that you talk to yourself,
but in a second language?

- It's French.
- So is theJerry Lewis Fan Club, but I wouldn't join.

It's- Debbie's birthday's coming up.

I wanna surprise her
with a trip to Paris.

- Pop Tarts?
- They have 11 essential vitamins and minerals.

- May I ask, uh, why are you here?
- Oh, I was in the neighborhood.

- Since when?
- Since I couldn't risk talking over the phone.

Listen, don't go to
the Centre this morning.

- I want you to go straight over to the Data Annex.
- To the Data Annex? Why?

Since you installed
the new security software...

we've detected three transfers...

of classified information
from the Centre to the annex.

[Sighs]
There's a leak in the Centre.

All we know for sure
is that after each transfer...

someone broke into the annex
and took the information.

- Jarod?
- You wrote the, uh, software.

You find out.

[Young Sydney]
Tell me what you've discovered, Jarod.

Structural reinforcements
here, here, here and here.

It should allow the building
to withstand an earthquake of 7.5.

Excellent, Jarod.
Your design will save many lives.

Yes, but if the reinforcements...

were to be damaged
by an explosion by sabotage...

the whole thing would go down.

Don't worry. The Centre would
never allow that to happen.

[Young Jarod]
I hope so, Sydney.

If not, hundreds and hundreds
of people could die.

[Young Sydney's Voice] Don't worry.
The Centre would never allow that to happen.

[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.

[Jarod] There. That's all there is to it.
Now you try, Kenny.

- Oh, Jarod, I'll never be able to do this.
- Oh, sure you will.

[Man] They found out
you refused to complete the last sim...

and they asked for the three of us
to come down here.

[Man #2] We want to strongly
encourage you to reconsider.

[Kenny]
Jarod, help! Help! It hurts! Jarod!

[Jarod]
No!

- [Bell Jingling]
- Hey, George.

- Hey.
- Busy day, huh?

I've seen livelier morgues.

- Uh-
- Yeah, sure, go ahead.

Okay.

[Buzzer Sounds]

Hey, Norman.

- So, I hear you've had three data intercepts.
- Four.

It happened again last night.
You know what I can't figure out though is-

What would anyone want
from this place to begin with?

Top secret travel itineraries?
Clandestine expense reports?

Well, let's see if
we can unlock the mystery.

This'll take a couple
of minutes to come up.

I gotta go see a man about a horse.
Hey, that's a cool shirt.

[Beeping]

- Hey.
- What?

Someone's accessing
this information right now.

- What?
- Who the hell'd want this?

Morning.

[Man On Tape] Would you care tojoin me
for a romantic dinner and a movie?

[Speaking French]

Um-
[Repeating In French]

[Continues In French]

[Continues In French]

Oh, my God.

[Gasps]

Wait!

[Man On Tape]
I would like coffee and a croissant.

[Speaking French]

- What's up?
- We've had an incident at Data Annex.

[Mr. Lyle] Prelim says the entire
in-house staffhas been "depersonneled."

- Broots was there.
- He was spotted running from the scene.

I dispatched a decon team
to find him.

A decontamination team
for Broots?

Miss Parker, there's
a leak in the Centre.

Someone downloaded "eyes only"data
to a mole at the annex.

Broots could be the mole. Hell,
he could be the shooter for all we know.

Broots? Broots couldn't do that.

We don't know that.
Not for sure.

All we know is that
we've been compromised.

The Tower's declared this
a Schedule 7 incident.

- Do you know what that means?
- We're ghosting Broots.

[Tires Screeching, Horn Honking]

Hey, watch it!

Come on! Come on!
Hello? Hello?

- [Ringing]
- Sydney.

Sydney! Oh, God.
Thank God you're there.

- Broots, are you all right?
- Yes. No!

No, I'm not all right! Sydney,
they-they killed everybody in the place!

And-And they're trying to kill me!
They're after me!

Calm down, Broots.

- I can't calm- I can't calm-
- Broots?

Syd? Sydney?

- [Dial Tone]
- Broots?

Sydney! Hello?

[Female Recording] We're sorry.
Your cellular service has been deactivated.

Please contact your provider
for additional information.

[Miss Parker's Voice] Since you
installed the new security software...

we have detected
three transfers...

of classified information
from the Centre to the annex.

[Broots's Voice, Echoing]
There's a leak in the Centre.

- [Ringing]
- Broots?

They're all dead.
Everybody's dead.

There's a-There's a man in there with a gun.
He tried to kill me.

- Tell me where you are.
- Miss Parker sent me.

- Where's Miss Parker?
- She's not here.

Try and calm down.
They're not going to let us talk for long.

- Sydney, what the hell is going on?
- You're in great danger, Broots.

You and everyone you know
may be a potential target.

Oh, God! Debbie!

I don't know what's going on, Broots.
Maybe you saw something.

- We're under a Schedule 7.
- A Schedule 7?

- Remember your training. And, Broots?
- Yeah?

Don't trust anyone.

Sydney? Sydney!

What the hell do you think
you're doing?

Standard procedure.
Until we know what's going on here...

Broots is persona non grata.

For God's sakes, Lyle.
The man has a daughter to take care of.

We can't leave him out there.

Broots and his daughter
are not my problem.

- [Bell Ringing]
- Come on, Debbie.

Come on.
Where are you?

- Ha-ha!
- Get out of here, you little-

- You're dead!
- Get out of here, you little mongrel!

You're dead!

Miss Parker.

Debbie!

- [Sydney's Voice] Broots, don't trust anyone.
- No!

Wait!

- Where's my daddy?
- Miss Parker!

Debbie!

This isn't good.

Hello?

My computer.

I'm sorry, Debbie.
I know I promised I'd never use this.

Shh, shh, shh, shh!

Oh! Jarod!

Please. I'm-I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to do it.

- Do what?
- Whatever it is you're gonna try and kill me for.

I'm not trying to kill you.
I'm here to help you.

I've been waiting for you.
We don't have much time.

Little time. For what?

- You just have to trust me.
- Sydney told me not- not to trust anyone.

You might wanna reconsider that.

Oh!

Get in the car.
Get in the car!

- Are you all right?
- No.

I'm not all right.
I'm as far from all right as I'm ever gonna be.

I've seen people murdered.
They've taken my daughter.

They've broken into my house. They're
tryin' to kill me, and I'm sitting here with you.

No, no, I'm not all right.
I wanna know what the hell's going on.

It's about the data intercepts
you were sent to investigate at the annex.

How is it that you know so much
about what's going on at the Centre?

A former Centre operative...

has been working with a coconspirator
inside the Centre.

In order to conceal their identities
and their activities...

he murdered everyone at the annex.

And now, he's after you.

But I don't know anything, do I?

It doesn't matter.
All that matters is that he thinks you do.

I don't give a damn about me.
I am only concerned about my daughter.

She's safe. I picked her up from school
and took her to my house.

And Sam's keeping her
out of harm's way for now.

The Cleaners reported in
from the annex.

- They found a mess, but few answers.
- What about Broots?

The decon team's still looking for him.
They confiscated his home computer.

It's being cross-analyzed to see
if we can pin him down as the leak.

Broots isn't the leak.
But he could find out who is.

That's not how it works.
Broots lives or dies on his own...

until and if
this matter's resolved.

I'm afraid Mr. Lyle
does not share your sense ofloyalty.

Centre reality check.
Broots is expendable.

I'm not sure a monkey
couldn't do what he does.

I can't believe you weren't
spawned under some rock...

instead ofbeing born of the same
flesh and blood I came from.

As much as I hate to admit it...

Broots is more of a brother
to me than you'll ever be.

I won't throw him out
like a piece of garbage.

Hark.
Do I hear violins playing?

Lyle, reality check.

I intend to get to the bottom
of the Centre's problem...

without sacrificing Broots
in the process.

[Broots]
Wow.

I've seen a lot of your old hideouts,
but I never thought I'd be here with you.

Neither did I.
You hungry?

[Chuckles]

My daughter loves these.

They have 11 essential
vitamins and minerals.

Listen, Jarod, I can't stay here.

I've gotta find Debbie.
Miss Parker took her.

In fact, it was Miss Parker who sent me
to the Data Annex in the first place.

Miss Parker is many things, but
she would never do that, especially to you.

She doesn't have it
in her heart...

- or her eyes.
- I know what you mean.

The guy that shot up the annex-
who shot at my house-

now he had it in his eyes.

[Sydney]
Jarod, this is Damon.

The Tower has asked him to work with you
on some special projects.

Jarod. I've heard a lot about you.

[Kenny's Voice]
Jarod, help! Help! It hurts, Jarod!

You know him?

Yes, I know him.

For the past several months...

I've been intercepting
communications...

between a man named Damon
and his source at the Centre.

The source has been transferring sims
that I performed to the Data Annex.

But the Data Annex
is only for storage...

of routine,
unclassified information.

That's exactly why he had them
transferred there.

The lack of security allowed Damon...

to break in as needed
and download the sims.

But my new software found a trail
leading right back to them.

You were at the wrong place
at the wrong time, Mr. Broots.

- Damon was just covering his tracks.
- Damn.

He's already used three of my sims.

Now he's stolen a fourth.
I don't know what it is.

But I do know that he plans
on using it tomorrow at 5:00.

But what's so important
about four old sims...

that would cause him
to kill all those people?

Our clients were impressed
with your recommendations...

to improve the safety
of their aircraft.

There's one other thing, Sydney.

I know it's unlikely,
but if the plane were to encounter...

a focused burst of electromagnetic energy
in the ultrahigh frequency range...

the pilot would lose control.

Jarod, I'll be sure to alert
our client about your concerns.

You have nothing to worry about.

I hope so, Sydney.

[Broots]
Oh, my God.

And... the subway?
And the consulate?

Damon took your work
and used it to kill?

I need your help, Broots.
I have to get back into the annex.

I have to find out
what that fourth sim is.

We've gotta stop Damon...
before there's another headline.

Okay, I'll help.
But before we go in...

I have to find out
what's happening to Debbie.

But the Centre, they won't let me in.

- Well, they can't keep me out.
- [Phone Beeping]

- [Phone Ringing]
- This is Sydney.

- Sydney, it's Broots.
- Broots, where are you?

- I gotta know where Debbie is.
- Miss Parker took Debbie to her house.

- She's guarded around the clock.
- Oh, thank God.

And, Sydney, please thank
Miss Parker for me, would you?

Mmm.

There's, uh, someone here
l-I think you'd like to speak to.

- Sydney, Damon is back.
- Damon?

- Are you sure?
- I've seen him.

He tried to kill Broots after
he murdered everyone at the annex.

Now he's working with
someone inside the Centre.

They're using my old sims
to orchestrate attacks.

I know when he's planning
to hit next...

but I don't know how,
and I don't know where.

Let me see what I can find out.
But please be careful.

- Remember what Damon is capable of.
- Oh, I remember.

I remember everything.

There.
That's all there is to it.

Now you try, Kenny.

Oh, Jarod, I'll never
be able to do this.

Sure you can.
We'll keep on practicing.

Put this point there.

Now press down the fold.
Very good.

- [Kenny]Jarod, help me! Jarod!
- [Jarod] No!

[Damon]
I knowJarod.

I know how his mind works.
He'll come to me.

[Man] We can't take the slightest chance
on them discovering our activity.

I'll take care of it.

[Broots]
Whoa.

That's what I call a cleanup.

This is the computer Damon was at.

We have 10 minutes max
before they detect us.

- Do you think you can find out
what he was accessing? - Well, I designed the system.

Um, that's a- that's a maybe.

[Miss Parker]
So let me get this straight.

They can send a man to the moon, but neither
of you can open up Broots's system...

to backtrack who the leak is
in this place?

- We're searching.
- Search faster.

- And where the hell have you been?
- I've been... occupied.

You look frustrated.

Well, your monkeys seem to have
a bit of trouble peeling this banana.

We're all just trying to find
the answers, Miss Parker.

My Sweepers have also been unable
to locate Broots's daughter.

Have any idea
where she might be?

- Do I look like a babysitter?
- [Man] Uh, Miss Parker?

Someone's accessing the computer
at the Data Annex now.

Who?

Based on the password,
it appears to be... Mr. Broots.

Damn. Get me the imbecile
who's supposed to be guarding the annex.

Now!

[Broots]
Just about there.

All right. Jarod,
I know it's not my place to ask...

but what exactly happened
between you and Damon?

You're right.
It's not your place to ask.

- [Door Closes]
- [Footsteps Overhead]

- [Whispering] I'm not done yet.
- Keep working.

Hold it... right there.

Real easy-like,
bring that gun up where I can see it.

Come on.

Now, turn around slowly.

[Chuckles]
Well, well, well. Look what I got here.

Well, at least I didn't shoot him.

Next time, you might wanna
put some bullets in it.

[Muffled]
You wanna untie me?

[Muffled]
Hey! What are you doing?

Ooh. Boy-
I could sure use a drink about now.

I'd settle for the D.S.A.
That we just risked our lives for.

Oh, yeah. Sure.

I'm sorry.

- Jarod, please.
- I'm not going to do it.

You have to finish this project.

No, Sydney.
I can't do this.

Jarod, we know the enemy
is trying to genetically alter...

the smallpox virus
to carry Ebola.

Our only interest is in developing
a vaccine to prevent a holocaust.

I'm not comfortable
with this area of research.

I don't understand, Jarod.

In order to make a vaccine,
I have to re-create the deadly organism.

- Mm-hmm.
- Concentrations to achieve airborne toxicity...

solubility levels, half-lives.

It would be too easy for somebody
to take this information...

and use it destructively.

I don't wanna see that happen.

This Damon-

He's gonna- He's gonna use your work
to biologically attack someone?

Tomorrow at 5:00.

The question is-Who?

What have you found out
about the leak?

If I had Broots, I'd be a lot further along.
But as it is, your monkeys...

have only been able to identify
that the Centre leak...

has arranged for the delivery
of some kind of shipment.

- To whom?
- They don't know who or where or why or even when.

That happens when you don't have
an opposable thumb.

All we have to go on appears
to be the shipment order.

- It's in code.
- Brilliant analysis.

They're trying to break it now.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know
there was anyone here with you.

Oh. I believe
Mr. Lyle was just leaving.

Well, I am really impressed
with all you don't know.

I'd love it if you'd surprise me
with something we can work with.

I believe the two of you are taking
the concept of sibling rivalry to new levels.

Excuse me, Syd.
I have work to do.

77, 02, 30-

[Continues On Phone]
14, 98, 1,500.

- What does it mean?
- Sorry, Jarod, I don't know.

That's all I have.

- I'll get right on it.
- Thank you, Sydney.

Jarod, don't let
your feelings for Damon...

your desire for revenge-
Don't let it destroy you.

This time, I'm going to stop him.

I know how you feel, Jarod.

And how could you know
how I feel?

I was a Pretender once.

- Was?
- They gave me my freedom.

I can get 'em to do the same for you.

- I don't trust them.
- Yeah, neither did I.

Just finish this last sim,
and I promise you, we'll walk out of here.

[Jarod]
We've only got a few hours left.

[Groans]
I know it's not difficult.

It's a simple problem.
It's- They're the most trouble.

You know better than anyone.
It's like the clues you leave us all the time.

- I know we can crack it.
- We have to.

I want my life back.
I want-

I want my daughter back.

She's beautiful.

Well, you know, I may not be
the most successful person in the world...

but there's one thing that no one else
can do or be, and that's her dad.

She's-
I miss her.

Don't worry.

You'll see her soon.

- Why are you doing this?
- Doing what?

Well, I try and catch you every day.

I mean, it's my job.
But... why are you helping me?

Because... I respect you.

Me?

I can only hope that one day,
I'll be half the father that you are.

You know, I planned
to spend her birthday...

traveling through France.

Traveling.
Traveling!

- These numbers aren't code.
- They're G.P.S. Coordinates.

- Exactly.
- Date, time, location.

Where and when Damon is going
to receive the shipment.

[Broots] Well, we know
the "when"is in two hours...

and the "where"is in
a small park outside of D.C.

Come on.

- Miss Parker.
- One of the techs just gave this to me.

An intercepted phone call.

[Sydney On Tape]
98, 1,500.

- [Jarod] What does it mean?
- Sorry, Jarod, I don't know.

That's all I have.

You gaveJarod information,
information you stole from me.

You gaveJarod information,
information you stole from me.

- Miss Parker, please.
- No, Sydney!

I'm out there risking my ass for Broots
while you're here working behind my back.

You wanna tell me that's not true?

- Parker, does Lyle know about this?
- For now, no.

You wanna tell me why
I shouldn't give him that myself?

Sit down, please.

Shortly beforeJarod
escaped from the Centre...

we were having trouble
controlling him.

His growing sense ofhumanity
was creating inner conflict over his work.

Against my wishes...

the Centre brought in
an operative named Damon...

to help break him.

What I didn't know was that Damon
and the Centre had a hidden agenda.

Damon exploited Jarod
as he progressively gained his trust.

They've agreed.

You finish this last sim,
and you can leave.

This virus they want me to develop-
it's a Pandora's box.

I don't know who will have the key.

Jarod, this is your freedom.

Jarod was in turmoil.
He came to see me for advice.

- I tried to allay his fears.
- So what happened?

- Obviously, the Centre
never gave him his freedom. - It was all a lie.

It wasn't just another Centre exploitation
ofJarod. It was the ultimate one.

Jarod befriended Kenny...

a janitor at the Centre
who possessed a childlike innocence.

Jarod felt very
protective ofhim...

and Damon knew that.

That's very good.
Isn't it, Damon?

And what's this about?

[Damon] They found out
you refused to complete the last sim...

and they asked for the three of us
to come down here.

Jarod, for you.

We want to strongly
encourage you to reconsider.

[Yelling]

- What are you doing?
- You have got one minute to change your mind.

- Are you crazy?
- Jarod, listen to me! Listen!

He's gonna kill him,
and probably both of us as well.

Listen, for Kenny's sake, finish
the last sim and walk away from this place.

[Kenny]
Jarod?

[Groaning]
Help!

Here.

I already finished the sim. It has everything
you need. Everything they need is on this!

Now take it!

What are you-

Help, Jarod.
[Groaning]

- Jarod!
- No!

- [Gunshot]
- No!

The Centre owns you,
and there's nothin' you can do about it.

Don't make it so difficult
next time.

Three weeks later, Jarod escaped.

- My God, Sydney.
- Damon betrayed Jarod's trust...

and he confirmed all of
Jarod's suspicions about the Centre.

And destroyed Jarod's hope...

of ever being given his freedom.

Damon was later exiled
for stealing Centre secrets.

He's doing it again now.
Do you understand why I'm trying to help?

I understand Broots
is the loose end.

And in order for him to survive,
Damon has to be stopped...

for good.

[No Audible Dialogue]

He just handed Damon
a metal case.

- The smallpox?
- Worse.

He's not going to get away,
not this time.

Wait. Jarod! Jarod!

Give me the case.

Jarod.

My friend.

Let's get one thing straight.
I'm not your friend.

Now give me the case.

Still worried about the innocent masses?
Still the same?

- Jarod- humanity's seed of hope.
- Give me the case.

TheJarod I knew
couldn't pull that trigger.

You wanna stop me,
shoot me in the back.

My guess is you're still
too human for that.

[Broots]
Jarod!

- [Broots] Now don't move.
- [Jarod Groans]

Okay, just like that.

- Why are you doing this?
- What?

You could take me
into the Centre.

The Schedule 7 or not, with me
as the prize, they would welcome you back.

Well, the way I figure...

there's a time
and a place for everything.

And right now, I owe you.

Besides, I respect you.

- Ow. Me?
- Yeah.

You help people.
You care.

When others look away,
you-you try and make a difference.

Well, I didn't make
a difference this time.

And that's why you can't look away now,
and neither can I.

You know, considering
what we've been through...

I think I have a right
to ask you this.

What happened between
you and Damon?

[Sighs]
It's on the D.S.A.

Because, you know,
I've been thinking about what you said...

about discovering Damon's pattern.

It's- It's obviously political...

even possibly global.

A private,
nondenominational service...

to pray for an end
to the Bosnian conflict...

is scheduled for 5.00
this afternoon...

here at Freedom Hall in Georgetown.

- Take it!
- The service...

referred to by the parties
as the "seed ofhope"-

Humanity's seed of hope.

Will bring together representatives
of the Czech Republic...

Serbia and Bosnia...

on the eve of the peace talks which are
scheduled to start Monday in Washington.

The Centre owns you,
and there's nothin'you can do about it.

- Oh, my God.
- Broots?

- [Woman On TV, Indistinct]
- Broots?

He's going to hit the service.

[Miss Parker]
Sydney? Sydney?

The floodgates
have finally opened.

The techs have finished
putting all the pieces together.

- You know where and when
Damon is going to strike? - The jet's waiting.

- What about Lyle?
- Leave him here to run his circus.

[Chorus Vocalizing]

[Broots] How do you think
he's gonna deliver the virus? The wine?

Not everyone is going
to take Communion.

But everyone's going
to breathe the air.

Jarod, look.
It's Damon.

- Aerosol delivery.
- He's gonna spray the crowd.

- Get everyone out of here.
- Okay.

Uh- Excuse me!

Uh, I've been alerted
there's a bomb in the building.

So if you could all just please exit,
uh, quickly and calmly, please.

Jarod. You just can't
leave it alone, can you?

This isn't about you.

You're using my work to infect countless
numbers of people. And for what?

Gotta make a living.

Who's helping you
at the Centre?

The same person
who always has.

- Ow!
- Back off, Jarod...

or you can say good-bye
to another friend.

Not this time.
[Grunts]

Damon!

Let him go.
This is between us.

Your friend comes with me.
I'll let him go...

when I know
I haven't been followed.

That's funny.
I believed you once.

- Then you know what I'm capable of.
- No, Jarod.

It's over, Damon.

You're not gonna pull
that trigger, Jarod.

You don't have it
in your eyes...

just like when we were
together at the Centre.

He has a daughter...

who needs him.

That doesn't make any difference.

[Groans]

No!

It does to me!

King me.

- Daddy!
- Ah!

- Debbie!
- Daddy, I missed you so much.

[Broots]
Oh!

Oh, I missed you too. Oh!

I got something for you.

Happy birthday.

Paris?
Je t'aime, Daddy!

Je t'aime aussi.

Sam, let's go.

There's a couple of things
I need to wrap up at the Centre.

Good game, kid.

I love you, Daddy.

- This is Sydney.
- [Jarod On Phone] It's me.

- You okay, Jarod?
- Physically.

It's natural to struggle to come
to terms with what happened.

I never...
pulled the trigger before.

I pray you never
have to again, Jarod.

The guilt you're feeling
comes from a conflict...

over your desire to
exact revenge for Kenny...

and the necessity
of what you did.

I just keep playing the moment
over and over in my head.

You saved Broots's life...

and the lives of
untold numbers of people.

I just...

feel so empty.

You have to forgive yourself, Jarod.

There's an old saying:

"He who saves but one life...

saves the entire world."

L-I have to go.

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