The Pretender: Island of the Haunted Page #6

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Daddy, is it true?

The Parker that found the scrolls-

is that my great-grandfather?

And what about the scrolls?Is it true

that they hold some kind of power?

Not now. We'll sort everything out

back at the Centre. That's final.

Just take a couple of days

at the London house. It'll do you good.

- Hello?

- Parker, thank God.

It's us, Miss Parker.

We've been so worried about-

- Did you just say hello?

- What, Broots?

We've been tryin' to get in touch with

you for days.Where have you been?

Somewhere between hell and a turning point.

No, this is hell, trust me.

And it's getting hotter by the second.

Did you find my father's

blood sample?

Blood? No. The only sample we got was semen.

And is my father my father?

The genetic lab did

detect pattern similarity, so technically...

you and your father

could be a match.

"Technically" was hardly

the rousing endorsement I was hoping for.

Well, see, the-

the thing is, is that, uh...

your father's... soda...

seems to be flat.

Sydney,

what is he talking about?

The sample of Mr. Parker's sperm count

was so low,he's virtually sterile.

So the probability of

him siring an offspring-

That probability is small.

-How small?

-The odds against his ability to be a father...

were put at, uh,

one in 10.

Well, how could he be a genetic

match and not be my father?

Well, uh, the- the only

biological explanation is-

is that your father could

actually, uh, be your uncle.

I don't have an uncle.

Parker, there were

further revelations.

We found records, uh, things that tell us

that your father actually, uh...

did have a brother

who was given up for adoption...

three days after

he was born.

And the adopting family

was named Raines.

Are you telling me that Mr. Raines

could actually be my father?

Oh, I think

I'm gonna vomit.

Adama has authenticated the scrolls

with the Triumvirate.

He's the happiest Zulu this side of Rompala.

No surprise there.

Yeah.

I've had my fill

of surprises too.

Like the one I just got

about who my real father is.

- I'm still waiting for my answer.

- Not now, Angel.

Don't "Angel" me.

I wanna know which one of you two

is my real father.

Now!

Wait, now. I don't know

what this paternity-suit thing is about...

but I do know this is not

the time or the place for it.

Now, when we get back to Blue Cove-

if we get back-

we can talk about

family matters then.

- What do you mean, "if"?

- Adama thinks you're bad luck.

And we certainly don't want him

to be suspicious.

- Suspicious of what?

- You, Miss Parker.

Your being on board fouls up their plans

to double-cross Adama and the Triumvirate.

You see, now that the scrolls

have been authenticated...

Mr. Lyle and your father-

or, uh, should I say "fathers"-

are going to parachute out of here

with their prized possessions-

the scrolls...

and me.

Unfortunately,

I only see four parachutes.

And you, Miss Parker,

make... five.

What's the advantage

ofbetraying the Triumvirate?

The supposed power of

the so-called prophecies...

have been leverage the Centre's

been using for years...

to keep the Triumvirate

at bay.

You people don't really

believe those things are real, now do you?

The only thing that really matters

is that the Zulus believe.

So if the scrolls become in the possession

of the Triumvirate in Africa...

the Centre's power base

is history.

And I'm guessing your mother

discovered this years ago.

And if she found

the scrolls, then-

She would have had all

the leverage of the Centre.

Or the leverage

to end it.

Are we getting warm?

ParkerI

Why is she on board?

Uh, she just wanted to

surprise her father, that's all.

Take these three forward.

Lock up the scrolls.

Let me ask you a question.

Did you ever love her?

Because what little affection

you've given her over the years, she craves.

I love my daughter more than

anything on this planet.

More than those scrolls?

I find it pretty pathetic

that you fashioned...

your entire life around them,

and you've never even seen them.

I learned their secrets

from my grandfather.

There was nothing pathetic

about his legacy, young man.

Oh, yes.

Burning his family to death.

That's a hell of a legacy

to pass on to your, uh-

Oh, what should we call her now?

Uh, daughter?

Come on. Hundreds of people

over thousands of years...

have sacrificed their lives to

get a glimpse of those scrolls.

And now you

hold them in your hands.

Aren't you

a little curious?

All that... power?

Make sure they're clean.

Not today, cowboy.

Mind if I get a blanket?

They keep these damn jets cold as morgues.

Get your damn

blanket and sit down.

SoJarod was right.

Tell Mr. Parker we're on

and to get ready.

- Ready for what?

- Just do it.

Adjust air speed

to 200 knots...

then descend to 13,000.

And put it on autopilot.

Now!

Going someplace?

Just taking a journey

somebody should have taken a long time ago.

Alone.

What the hell are you doing?

I've read the scrolls, Angel...

and I'm returning 'em

to the sea.

It's the only way to stop

the Parker madness-

the madness that started

the Centre.

- What?

- The scrolls are real...

and so is the pain they inflicted,

especially on your mother.

I know that now.

I know that.

It's time to fulfill

her wish...

and send this evil

back where it belongs.

It's controlled our family

for too long.

Hang onto something, Angel.

You can't come with me this time.

We are at 14,000 feet

and descending.

Autopilot has been set to

the coordinates you requested.

Then your services will

no longer be needed.

Daddy, are you just gonna

leave me here to die?

No, no,

you'll be all right.

That's not how they

say it ends.

Wait!

Daddy, I have to know.

Are you my real father?

I love you as my daughter.

That's all that counts.

Don't be sad.

The new Parker legacy begins with you.

- God be with you, Angel.

- Wait!

What the hell's goin' on?

We've lost electronics. The glide path

will disintegrate. Get to the cargo hold.

- What happened?

- Daddy jumped with the scrolls, and there's no parachutes!

Flight crew's dead,

and the controls are damaged!

- What the hell do we do now? - Well, I would

suggest that you un-cuff the one person...

who can fly this thing

and save your life!

Do it!

I have to get

to the cockpit!

Miss Parker, come with me!

Auto-control is down. We're gonna

have to fly the rest of the way manually.

Electronics are gone, which means no gauges

and no landing gear.

These are the latest coordinates

the flight computer printed out.

Use those numbers to find

a matching landing area.

Got one.

Magua Airport, Morocco.

- Can you make that?

- I better.

Here's the tool kit. Get to the rear of

the plane.I'm gonna shout instructions.

Unless we fix these blown-out

electronics,we're going down.

Lyle, of the three panels,

the middle one is burned out.

We need to circumvent it

and reestablish the circuit...

by connecting the wiring

of the other two.

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