The Pretender: Island of the Haunted Page #5

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inside her doll.

And I know what it opens.

I figured out what the numbers meant-

the ones that Angelo wrote.

Nineteen- SL 19.

Eighty-six-

Lock box number 86.

So I broke in,

and I found this.

Medical records.

And a death certificate...

and adoption papers

and a birth certificate.

All issued within three days of each other,

all in the Parker family name.

It seems Mr. Parker

had a brother.

His name was Abel Parker.

Almost died at birth.

Then spent three sickly days

in an incubator.

A rushed adoption was arranged,

and the baby was sent off. And this-

I can't even believe this.

Mr. Parker's father bought and paid for

a bogus death certificate.

All in the name

of Abel Parker.

Like the baby

didn't even exist.

Like- Like the weak limb

of the Parker family tree was just cut off.

- It's unbelievable, Broots.

- No, no. You haven't seen nothin' yet.

Look at the name of the family

that adopted the baby.

- "Raines. "

- Am I crazy...

or does this mean that

Mr. Raines is really-

Mr. Parker's brother.

So what does the key fit?

Under the altar of every Catholic church

there's a secret chamber...

that hides the relics

of that church's patron saint.

Here goes nothing.

- Angel's leather pouch.

- I'll take that.

- Brother Menenicus.

- Give me the pouch.

Tell me something,

Brother.

Why didn't you leave the isle?

Too busy tryin' to kill

my mother?

Too busy tryin'

to keep us from the truth?

In 700 years there has always

been a Vespasian brother...

on this isle

protecting the scrolls.

I wasn't going to be the one

to leave them unguarded.

As for your mother,

I know not of what you speak.

- Don't you lie to me!

- This isn't about lies.

And since you won't

give me the pouch...

you can return

to hell with it!

He's locked us in,JarodI

These barrels are gonna blow.

There's no way out.

There's one.

Come on.

- Are you all right?

- I've been better.

- Ocee.

- Come on.

OceeI

Ocee, did Menenicus do this?

No. Destiny.

Just curse of scrolls.

Are you all right?

Confused.

Do you believe about what Ocee said

about the scrolls being cursed?

It doesn't matter

what I believe.

Too many people are dying

trying to find them.

A demon, a serpent

and a cherub.

And they're all looking

at something.

And it's in Angel's hand.

It's her sketch.

No, it's not just

a sketch.

It's a map. Directions left

by the crypt keeper's daughter...

to tell us where

she re-hid the scrolls.

But what is she telling us?

That they know where it is.

That they can see it.

But where are they?

I know where one of them is.

Meet the demon Asmodaeus.

Ugly son of a b*tch.

Reminds me of Raines.

All he's staring at

is a blank wall.

Perhaps.

"I tego. "

What's it mean?

By itself,

probably nothing.

But my guess is that the cherub

and the serpent are both looking at words-

clues that might

lead us to the scrolls.

Jarod.

- Brother Menenicus.

- Something tells me he's not the one who killed Ocee.

Someone doesn't want us to find the scrolls.

You take the serpent.

I'll take the cherub. And watch your back.

We're definitely not alone.

Hello.

I carved it myself.

It's beautiful.

I hope you find

what you're lookin' for.

Thank you, Angel.

Papa's the only one

who calls me Angel.

My friends call me

Miss Parker.

I found what the angel was looking at.

The word "arcana. "

The serpent

is looking at "Dei. "

"I tego arcana Dei. "

But there's no box that the figures

are looking at with those words on it.

Yes. There's one.

- I got a bad feeling about this.

- About what?

I was passing by the infirmary.

That's when I saw it.

- You saw what?

- Nothing. No one. Nada!

Broots, what are you talking about?

Look around. Adama,

the Triumvirate muscle...

Mr. Lyle, Mr. Parker-

they're all gone.

They vanished

just like Miss Parker.

Call her cell phone

every five minutes if you have to.

I don't know what

any of this means...

but we've gotta find her.

"I tego arcana Dei. "

What's it mean?

Begone, for I conceal

the secrets of God.

Let's see what secrets God has for us.

- That must be Brother Vespus.

- And these...

must be the scrolls.

Aye. Our scrolls.

We knew you could find what we

were never able to.

You must be the one that killed

Ocee and Brother Menenicus.

And you're the one

who tried to kill my mother.

Acts that are done

for God's good works...

shall always remain

acts of piety.

And now,

give me those scrolls.

- Daddy?

- Sure as hell not Santa Claus.

Brother Rinaldus has been

my faithful servant for years.

But God does not forgive...

acts of aggression

against one's mother.

Neither do I,

right, Angel?

Now I can radio Adama

we have the scrolls...

and Jarod.

Long live the Centre.

I've seen some bizarre things in my

time,but nothing to compare with this.

What is it, Syd?

Mr. Parker's genetic

test results.

So is Mr. Parker

really her father?

Oh, my God.

Syd, I don't believe this.

Finally.

Adama, you know a Parker

never breaks his promise...

especially when it concerns

the scrolls.

I look forward to communicating my pleasure

to my superiors in Africa, once in flight.

I can't help but to imagine our mothers

holding that box instead of them.

And I can't help but to imagine

a different ending to all of this.

What am I

supposed to do,Jarod?

Only you can answer that.I just

hate to see anyone miss a turning point...

when one is staring them

right in the face.

And I suppose you're

gonna open my eyes?

No, you don't need me

to do that.

Only you can decide for yourself whether

or not to take a hard look at your life...

the way your mother

once did.

Leave my mother

out of this, okay?

I am not her.

Then who are you?

Your father?

Is the Parker legacy...

what you want to pass on

to your children?

Look, we've been through

a lot together, you and me.

From when we were

kids at the Centre...

to the last

couple of days.

I know that rarely

our allegiances are the same...

but I've always felt-

I've always known...

that there was something

more to our lives than...

I run and you chase.

Maybe we do what we have to

just to get by in this life,Jarod.

Maybe we both deserve

something more.

Just-

Just forget what

happened on that island.

Forget that moment of weakness.

Turning points only come...

when you've got something

to turn to.

I'm sorry this isn't the different ending

you were looking for.

But it's just the way

the damn story goes,Jarod.

That's the wonderful

thing about life, Miss Parker.

If you change the story,

the ending is up to you.

- Let's go, Daddy.

- Hold it.

You're not going

on this flight.

- What?

- Now don't get all bent out of shape.

I'll explain everything to you

back in Blue Cove.

But, Daddy, the last time that I saw you,

you were in a catatonic stupor. And-

That was just something I cooked up

with Raines and Lyle...

to keep the Africans sniffing up

the wrong flagpole...

while you and Jarod

found the prize.

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