Dig Deeper Dig USA Network. Golan checks on Eli in a holding cell at the police station and tells the guard to put him on suicide watch. When he gets home, Peter and Emma are waiting for him. Emma tells them her story: a few weeks ago, a man approached her at the café and said he would pay her to get Peter’s attention. The guy told her what to say, how to behave, and to dye her hair red. He also instructed her to slip the stone into Peter’s pocket but didn’t explain why.
After the night she and Peter hung out, she met the man again so she could get paid. Instead he and some men threw her into a car and drove her to an abandoned building where they kept her chained up. When she heard them talking about killing her, she scratched the guard’s face with her nails and escaped that morning. Still on the run with Joshua, Debbie calls Billingham to arrange an exchange—Joshua for Charlie—but she has a plan that will allow her to keep Joshua. First Debbie takes Joshua to a hardware store to get the necessary supplies. Liat shows up at Lynn’s apartment and tells her that Peter never got on the plane. She also reports that she traced the key Peter gave her to a safety deposit box at the Tel Aviv Credit Union. When Lynn shows up at Golan’s apartment, Peter and Emma hide in a bedroom. Golan claims to have not seen or heard from Peter. Lynn gives him the key, tells him which bank it’s associated with and to give it to Peter if Golan sees him.
After she leaves, Peter and Golan drive Emma back to the place she was held captive to look for clues as to who is responsible. On the wall of the basement are photos of her supposedly dead body.
She tells them they used makeup to fake her stab wounds. Golan says there was a body recovered after her alleged murder, so this must go even deeper than they thought and they should enlist some help. Ridell tells Lev that Peter is still in Jerusalem. His response: she now must find him and kill him. When Golan, Peter and Emma arrive at the police station, they discover that Eli has hung himself, despite Golan’s precautionary measures and just as Peter predicted. Lynn calls Peter’s wife to see if she’s heard from him but his wife says that since Lynn is the one sleeping with her husband, she should know where he is better than her. Ridell comes into Lynn’s office and says that if Lynn doesn’t find Peter in three hours, she’ll declare him a fugitive. Debbie and Joshua rendezvous with Billingham, Faye and their people in the desert. As they’re exchanging Charlie for Joshua, Joshua reveals that he’s wearing homemade explosives.
Debbie demands they drop their guns, which allows Charlie, Joshua and her to get in the car and drive away. From the tunnels below the Old City, Professor Margrove calls Lev to say they’re about to find “the pillars.” Later he calls someone who’s not identified to say that Rabbi Lev will be there with the breastplate tonight and while they’re looking in the opposite direction, they’ll be able to “pinpoint the exact location.” Back at Golan’s apartment, Peter suggests to Golan that they call Ari, the Shin Bet guy who’s undercover with the Jewish Heritage Center. Golan gets in touch with his Shin Bet contact and finds out that they don’t have anyone working undercover there. During a pit stop on their way to California, Charlie gets shot. Billingham’s henchmen are in hot pursuit, firing guns at the car. As Debbie tries to drive away, their car flips. Faye retrieves an unscathed Joshua from the overturned car. Charlie is dead but there’s no sign of Debbie. Faye tells her men to find her but they stop when they hear that the police are on their way.
While fulfilling her community service hours at a horse rescue ranch, Emma forms an unlikely bond with an abused show horse who won't let anyone ride him.
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Debbie comes out of her hiding place and starts walking to the next town. She goes into a pawnshop and trades her ring for a gun. Emma tells Peter that while she was on the dig and with Margrove, there was talk about DNA samples being sent to a lab in New Mexico.
Peter tells her that it turns out the DNA was from a cow. She was suspicious that Margrove had something to do with the people trying to reclaim the Temple Mount and that if they had that DNA and mixed it with that of a red heifer, they could create what they needed. Peter arranges to meet Lynn while Golan goes to the bank to see what’s in the safety deposit box. But the only thing in it is a VHS tape. That night, Lynn is late meeting Peter at the park. Suddenly a bunch of cars appear and start chasing Peter. Someone pulls up next to Peter and yells at him to get in.
It’s Shem the Essene. Peter asks who he is and Shem says, “I’m the guy saving your ass!” After they’ve lost the other vehicles, he drops off Peter and says, “When it’s time to meet again, I’ll find you.” Back at Golan’s, Peter, Emma and Golan put the tape in the VCR: It’s of a man named John Donaldson giving his official documentation of the biggest archaeological discovery of his time, perhaps ever, from February 1. He explains that the Order of Moriah, a secret society, has been planning their ascension since the time of the Crusades. Their slimy tentacles have infiltrated everything and everyone, from politicians, to captains of industry. No one can be trusted. An additional segment from June 6 of that year has him saying that he’s in hiding because he knows they want to hurt him and his family and if someone is watching this tape, it means he’s dead. Emma recognizes the name Donaldson and looks it up.
He was once associated with Ian Margrove and another archaeologist, Isaac Zohar. There’s an article about when they won the funding and access to dig in Jerusalem for the first time around the same time the tape was made. Peter says they have to find Zohar. In the tunnel, Lev and Margrove stand over the symbol of Moriah, which is etched in the floor of the Well of Souls. They move the four pillars into slots on the floor. Once assembled, Margrove says that the weight of the breastplate will activate the device. When they place the breastplate on top, an ancient stone pipe begins to release oil.
A fire ignites, which is supposed to illuminate the location of ancient treasures. They watch as Hebrew letters appear on the cave ceiling. Then some begin to fade, leaving only five letters that spell out “Dinah.”.
Jodi Picoult · Handle With Care. An excerpt from Handle With Care. My whole life, I’ve never been on a vacation.
I’ve never even left New Hampshire, unless you count the time that we flew to Nebraska – and even you have to admit that sitting in a hospital room for three days watching really old Tom and Jerry cartoons while you get your Pamidronate infusion is nothing like going to a beach or Sea. World or the Grand Canyon. So you can imagine how excited I was when I found out that my family was planning to go to Disneyworld. We would go during February school vacation. We’d stay at a hotel that had a monorail running right through the middle of it. Mom began to make a list of the rides we would go on.
It’s a Small World, and Dumbo’s Flying Circus, Peter Pan’s ride. Those are for babies,” I complained.
Those are the ones that are safe,” she said. Space Mountain,” I suggested. Pirates of the Caribbean,” she answered. Great,” I yelled. I get to go on the first vacation of my life, and I won’t even have any fun.” Then I stormed off to our room, and even though I wasn’t downstairs anymore, I could pretty much imagine what our parents were saying: There Amelia goes, being difficult again.
It’s funny, when things like this happen (which is, like, always) Mom isn’t the one who tries to iron out the mess. She’s too busy making sure you’re all right, so the task falls to Dad. Ah, see, there’s something else that I’m jealous about: he’s your real Dad, but he’s only my stepfather. I don’t even know my real dad; he and my mother split up before I was even born, and she swears that his absence is the best gift he could ever have given me.
But Sean adopted me, and he acts like he loves me just as much as much as he loves you – even though there’s this black, jagged splinter in my mind that constantly reminds me this couldn’t possibly be true. Meel, he said, when he came into my room (he’s the only one I’d ever let call me that in a million years; it makes me think of the worms that get into flour and ruin it, but not when Dad says it), “I know you’re ready for the big rides. Watch Pink Online Freeform.
But we’re trying to make sure that Willow has a good time too.”. Because when Willow’s having a good time, we’re all having a good time. He didn’t have to say it, but I heard it all the same. We just want to be a family on vacation,” he said. I hesitated. “The teacup ride,” I heard myself say.
Dad said he’d go to bat for me, and even though Mom was dead set against it – what if you smacked up against the thick plaster wall of the teacup? Then he grinned at me, so proud of himself to have negotiated this deal that I didn’t have the heart to tell him I really couldn’t care less about the teacup ride. The reason it had popped into my head was because a few years ago, I’d seen a certain commercial for Disneyworld on TV. It showed Tinkerbell floating like a mosquito through the Magic Kingdom over the heads of the insanely cheery visitors. There was one family that had two daughters, the same age as you and me, and they were on the Mad Hatter’s teacup ride. I couldn’t take my eyes off them – the older daughter even had brown hair, like me; and if you squinted the father looked a lot like Dad. The family seemed so happy it made my stomach hurt to watch it.
I knew that the people on the commercial probably weren’t even a real family – that the mom and dad were probably two single actors, that they had most likely met their fake daughters that very morning as they arrived on set to shoot the commercial – but I wanted them to be one. I wanted to believe they were laughing, smiling, even as they were spinning out of control. Pick ten strangers and stick them in a room, and ask them which one of us they feel sorrier for – you or me – and we all know who they’ll choose. It’s kind of hard to look past your casts and the funny twitch of your hips when you walk and that part of your right arm that’s supposed to be straight curves in a half- circle. I’m not saying that you’ve had it easy. It’s just that I have it worse, because every time I think my life sucks, I look at you and hate myself even more for thinking my life sucks in the first place.
Here’s a snapshot of what it’s like to be me. Amelia, don’t jump on the bed, you’ll hurt Willow. Amelia, how many times have I told you not to leave your socks on the floor, because Willow could trip over them? Amelia, turn off the TV (although I’ve only watched a half hour, and you’ve been staring at it like a zombie for five hours straight).
I know how selfish this makes me sound, but then again, knowing something’s true doesn’t keep you from feeling it. And I may only be eleven, but believe me - that’s long enough to know that our family isn’t the same as other families; and never will be. Case in point: what family packs a whole extra suitcase full of Ace bandages and waterproof casts, just in case? What mom spends days researching the hospitals in Orlando?
It was the day we were leaving; and as Dad loaded up the car, you and I sat at the kitchen table, playing Rock Paper Scissors. Shoot,” I said, and we both threw scissors. I should have known better; you always threw scissors. Shoot,” I said again, and this time I threw rock.
Rock breaks scissors,” I said, bumping my fist on top of your hand. Careful,” Mom said, even though she was facing in the opposite direction.
You always win.”. I laughed at you. That’s because you always throw scissors.”. Leonardo da Vinci invented the scissors,” you said. You were, in general, full of information no one else knew or cared about, because you read all the time, or surfed the net, or listened to shows on the History Channel that put me to sleep.
It freaked people out, to come across a four year old who knew that toilets flushed in the key of Eb, or that the oldest word in the English language is town, but Mom said that lots of kids with osteogenesis imperfecta were early readers with advanced verbal skills. I figured it was like a muscle: your brain got used more than the rest of your body, which was always breaking down; no wonder you sounded like a little Einstein. Do I have everything?” Mom asked, but she was talking to herself. For the bazillionth time she ran through a checklist. The letter,” she said, and then she turned to me.
Amelia, we need the doctor’s note.”. It was a letter from Dr. Rosenblad, saying the obvious: that you had OI, that you were treated by him at Children’s Hospital.
It was in the glove compartment of the van, next to the registration and the owner’s manual from Toyota, plus a torn map of Massachusetts, a Jiffy Lube receipt, and a piece of gum that had lost its wrapper and grown furry. I’d done the inventory once when my mother was paying for gas.
If it’s in the van, why can’t you just get it when we drive to the airport?”. Because I’ll forget,” Mom said, as Dad walked in. We’re locked and loaded,” he said. What do you say, Willow? Should we go visit Mickey?”. You gave him a big silly grin, as if Mickey Mouse was real and not just some teenage girl wearing a big plastic head for her summer job. Mickey Mouse’s birthday is November 1.
Mom frowned over her list one last time. Sean, did you pack the Motrin?” “Two bottles.” “And the camera?”. Shoot, I left it on the dresser upstairs – “ He turned to me.
Sweetie, can you grab it while I put Willow in the car?”. I nodded and ran upstairs. Watch The Brain Machine Online Hulu there.
When I came down, camera in hand, my mother was standing alone in the kitchen turning in a slow circle, as if she didn’t know what to do without Willow by her side. She turned off the lights and locked the front door, and I bounded over to the van. I handed the camera to Dad and buckled myself in beside your car seat, and let myself admit that as dorky as it was to be eleven years old and excited about Disneyworld, I was. I was thinking about sunshine and Disney songs and monorails and not at all about the letter from Dr.
Rosenblad. Which means, in the long run, that everything that happened was my fault. We didn’t even make it to the stupid teacups.