INT. DINER - DAY

WHITE’S POV

An abandoned purse on a booth right next to the bathroom.

No one’s around.

EXT. PARKING LOT - DAY

EMILY

(grins)

You can wait all you want. I’m not there anymore.

Emily takes a set of pick-up tools out of her pocket.

EMILY

Let’s see if all those years on the run taught me anything.

She opens the set and moves from her spot to work on White’s driver’s door.

A click.

She opens the door and sneaks in.

A quick glance at the diner to make sure White is still at his booth.

She sees the waiter bringing White’s request.

Emily opens the glove compartment. There she finds a gun, the car papers and a folder. Inside the folder are several snapshots of her – at the gas station, at her car, etc.

EMILY

(almost smiling)

You make this all too easy.

She closes the glove compartment and takes a deep breath.

EMILY

Now, for the hard part.

Emily pulls the trunk open, exits the car and closes the door. She flips open her cell phone and dials a number.

INT. DINER - DAY

White is seemingly tired of waiting. He keeps staring at the abandoned purse at that distant booth.

He puts another fry in his mouth. A cell phone starts ringing.

White realizes it’s coming from the purse. He looks toward the women’s bathroom, smiling as if waiting for his prey to come out in a hurry.

But no one comes. After a while, the phone stops ringing.

Seeing his waiting is now useless, White gets up, goes to the booth, takes the cell phone from the purse, flips it open.

An unanswered call. And a new text message. He reads it.

‘NICE TRY’.

White takes a deep breath, checks inside the purse. He finds nothing but shredded papers.

WHITE

(throws the purse away)

Damn it!

He quickly returns to his booth and takes a look outside.

Emily’s car is missing!

White takes off his wallet, leaves a note on the table and leaves the diner.

EXT. PARKING LOT – CONTINUOUS

White walks to his car, gets in and drives away.

INT. THE CENTRE. SIM-LAB

TITLE: SL-10

Miss Parker and Sydney are in the middle of a conversation. Sydney is reading the papers Broots had previously delivered to Miss Parker.

Broots enters the lab with a folder under his arm.

BROOTS

Oh, good. You’re here.

MISS PARKER

Have you found anything?

BROOTS

I found the DSA from Raines’ office, but I couldn’t copy it without being discovered. Instead, I brought this.

Broots hands the folder over to Miss Parker. She opens it and sees a few black and white camera shots of a man inside Raines’ office. To all appearances, it looks like Perrgodak.

MISS PARKER

No front shot?

BROOTS

No. I looked, but he kept his face away from the camera at all times.

MISS PARKER

I need to be sure of his identity.

What about Lazarus?

BROOTS

(shakes his head)

Nothing so far...

Actually, I did find something; an old file relating Lazarus to the Green Files Project.

MISS PARKER

Green Files? Have you ever heard of those, Syd?

SYDNEY

Can’t say that I have?

BROOTS

Maybe it has something to do with the Pretender Project or the Red Files.

MISS PARKER

There’s only way to find out.

BROOTS

It will take a while. I doubt some of these files are in any computer.

MISS PARKER

What makes you say that?

BROOTS

According to the date on the file, those have to the oldest Centre’s projects.

They were personally initiated by your great-grandfather, Miss Parker.

SYDNEY

Broots, when was the project started?

BROOTS

1933.

MISS PARKER

My great-grandfather died in 1932.

BROOTS

Well, it’s his signature there.

Miss Parker stops listening for a moment. She closes her eyes. All around her disappears. She is listening.

SYDNEY

Parker?

Miss Parker doesn’t reply. Broots gets nervous.

BROOTS

Syd...

Miss Parker opens her eyes.

SYDNEY

You all right, Parker?

MISS PARKER

Get some shovels, Broots. It’s time to go dig again.

Broots sighs.

Sydney says nothing.