The Pretender: Island of the Haunted Page #3

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She was hurt.

Look, that's the last shuttle boat

off this island.

Answers we both have been searching for

could be leaving right now.

Please.

Wait! Stop the boat!

Mom! Mom!

No-o-o!

Forgive me, Lord.

Forgive me.

She was right here.

My mother was right here

in front of me.

Once again, it's the Centre that

stops us from being together.

Where do you think

you're going?

In case you hadn't noticed,

that's the last boat off the island.

We're alone now, so you can shoot me

if you want to.

But I'm going to find out

what my mother was doing here...

and why someone tried to kill her

to stop her from doing it.

Lyle.

You took my thumb.

You weren't using it

at the time.

A digit is the least I could give you

for the favor I'm about to ask.

The preliminary results will be in

in less than 24 hours.

- I tried to contact Miss Parker, but-

- I couldn't find her either.

I don't get it. Her father's genetic test

results are so important to her.

Now that they're in motion,

she up and disappears. That's really weird.

- Yeah, it's not like her to stay out of contact for so long.

- No, no. Not that.

That.

Mr. Raines is back.

Something really strange

is going on around here.

Come on.

I found your mother

in here...

after I heard the gunshot.

She was by the confessional.

It's my mother's blood.

Somebody's boot print

with a crack in the heel.

It must've belonged

to the man who shot her.

And knocked me out.

It leads this way.

Jarod, look.

Your mother was carrying that.

There's blood on it.

Well, it's empty,

except for the impression of a small body.

My mother found a doll

in the building...

that she and your mother

were photographed in front of.

This must have been

the box it came in.

"P-47." What does that mean to you?

Nothing-yet.

So much for being alone

on the island.

Ocee?

Why didn't you leave

with the others?

Ocee born here. Ocee dying here.

- Did she get off the island all right?

- Did who get off the island?

The woman with scarlet hair-

your mother, of course.

How did you know

she was my mother?

You'reJarod, aren't you?

Your mother came to me for herbs,

complaining ofheadaches.

But it was easy,even for a blind woman,

to see that it was her heart that was aching.

And that she feared

for her life.

Ocee, what was my mother

searching for?

To find out who you are.

What do you mean,

who I am?

All I know is

what she spoke.

She and another woman

had been trying to discover the truth...

for a long time.

That must have been

your mother.

You sure you're blind?

Sight may come

from one's eyes...

but the vision comes

from one's heart.

Jarod, if your mother was searching

for something in the chapel...

-maybe the girl could tell us what it was.

-Little girl?

I was led to the chapel by a little girl

with long, light-brown hair.

Little girl on this island?

Are you sure?

- I'm the one who knows what I saw.

- Little girl or not-

Ocee, tell me:

What was my mother searching for?

She was searching for

the scrolls, of course.

- Any change?

- You have a purpose for being here?

Yes. You have a call

coming in from Africa.

It's been requested

you take it on a secure line.

There's one

at the end of the hall.

Put it through.

Be just a second.

Well, it saddens me

to see you this way.

I know you're

in great turmoil.

That's why I'm here.

I came out of love.

I'm sure the call

will be coming through any second.

You and I have always

been closer...

than anyone here has ever known,

ever suspected.

I know you could never truly

acknowledge our relationship...

especially to Catherine.

But because of our bond...

I had to come.

Tell me the truth.

Are you faking this?

Please tell me.

I can help.

I want to help you.

I want to show you something.

It's the truth, isn't it?

Damn it all, tell me the truth!

We don't have much time!

What are you doing?

If it's urgent,

I'm sure they will call back.

Adama! Adama, wait!

Adama? Adama, wait.

Don't leave him alone.

- What is this place?

- It's the crypt room.

It was built on the souls

of the original monk warriors...

who brought the scrolls to this island

and founded the order-

literally on their souls.

The legend on Carthis is...

that when Brother Vespus and his disciples

returned from the crusades...

they brought with them

mystic scrolls ofbiblical proportions.

- You mean, like the Holy Grail or something like that?

- Something exactly like that.

The monks had given

their solemn word to Pope Innocent...

that they would bury

the scrolls in the sea.

But instead, they brought them here

and hid them.

Through the centuries,

seekers of destiny...

have come to the isle seeking the scrolls

and their mystic power.

Many searchers have ventured

into the woods, never to return at all.

It is said that the fate of the one

who dares defile the scrolls...

will be filled

with eternal damnation.

And yet my mother

was trying to find them.

The scrolls and everything

about the man...

whose footsteps

you now both walk in.

- I don't understand.

- Many believe that a hundred years ago...

the crypt keeper of this facility

found the Vespasian scrolls.

It is said that he planned

to leave Carthis with them...

and therefore was made to pay a devastating

price for this bargain with the devil.

That night, by his hand...

his entire family burned

to death in their cottage.

- My God.

- He left the isle the next morn.

And what about the scrolls?

No one knows for sure

where they are-

or for that matter, what.

Some say that

they are gospels...

written in

the hand of God.

Others, scribblings

from the paw of Satan.

Whatever they are,

they contain a power...

no man should encounter.

My mother was also

searching for something called P-47.

The island is parceled out

in numbered plots...

all of which are registered

at the monastery archives.

Come, I'll show you.

The answers you search for

are in that building. Come on.

It's in the chapel.

I'll meet you inside!

The storm is getting worse.

Don't stay out here too long.

Miss Parker's pulled a vanishing act...

and you'll never guess

who she talked to last.

See?

Look what he's drawing, Syd-

the same symbol thatJarod

was investigating.

- And those words.

- "Terribilis est locus iste. "

That doesn't sound good.

What's it mean?

Terrible things happen here.

Great.

Where are you?

In the chapel.

What's in the chapel?

Wait!

It's me.

- Where is she?

- Ocee's back at the cottage.

- No, not Ocee. The little girl.

- Little girl?

- Yeah.

- There's nobody here but us.

She was here,

and she led me to that.

Must be the doll

from the box.

- Maybe your mother dropped it when she was shot.

- Or she hid it here.

She must have been here searching

for something- like she was at P-47.

- Did you find out where it is?

- And what.

It's the cottage where the crypt keeper

murdered his family.

Let's get out of here.

There it is-P-47.

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