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These are the journals of Darian
Lambert, Captain, Fugitive Retrieval

.D.

2193.

Why are we stopping?

Business, love.

Get up.

Back in a minute.

Where are you going?

This bloke owes me money.

You didn't show up.

You bastard.

I told you I can't pay that kind of
money.

Don't you ever stand me up again, Mr.
Secretary.

$500 ,000.

You've got three days or that sad little
story of yours is going to be spread

over every newspaper in the country.

I don't care. I don't care about myself.

But you're hurting so many others.

I'm afraid your wife won't understand.

Not just her.

Millions of people.

The whole peace process.

What a shame.

And so easy to avoid.

Give me the money.

Then I'll give you the document.

And you'll never see me again.

Just tell me one thing.

No one has ever known.

How did you find out?

Simple, Mr. Shaw.

I learned about your path from your
future.

It began in the future.

A scientist turning to evil.

A time machine called TRAX.

Criminals who vanish.

And a lauder.

With a mission.

He has one weapon.

And a computer named Selma.

Good morning, Captain Lambert.

With him, he will travel to a time more
innocent than his own.

Now, he is among us.

A special breed of man.

A hunter.

Traveling through our world.

Searching for fugitives on his own.

knowing he cannot go home until he has
found them all.

His name is Darian Lambert.

And this is his story.

The captain and I were back home in
Washington, close on the trail of Arlen

Jennifer, a dangerous psychotic from the
22nd century.

Why, you stupid criminal!

Evening, Arlen.

It's time for you to be going home,
isn't it?

Lieutenant Lambert!

Lieutenant Lambert!

Actually, I made captain a year after
you left.

Now I'm going to send you back, so why
don't you put down the neutrino tube

and easy.

I gotcha, Lambert!

I gotcha!

Visual mode, Selma.

Look at the craftsmanship.

Pure, energized carbon.

They don't make them like this anymore.

They don't make them at all.

Not yet.

The principles of neutrino laser fusion
won't be discovered until Ethiopia

becomes an industrial power in the 22nd
century.

Better disarm it.

Warning, Captain.

Please, Selma.

I did this blindfolded at West Point.

What happened?

The carbon particle defiliated with
power removal.

The delta waves of time travel would
cause this.

Why didn't you warn me? I did.

some of the nation and the world today
with the news that he would be resigning

from his post.

We take you live to the State
Department.

I can only tell you that I'm submitted
by resignation for purely personal

reasons. Has the President accepted your
resignation?

He's asked me to think about it over
this weekend, and I've agreed to that.

further comments.

Thank you, Mr. Secretary.

And it's back to you, Brian.

At a Haiti press conference, the
President seemed as surprised as the

Washington by Shaw's announcement.

Here is his statement.

That is correct.

John Shaw's accomplishments in office...

have been compared favorably to those of
Abraham Lincoln and Elaine Nakamura.

Something's very wrong here.

Scan database on John Shaw for anything
that could possibly put pressure on his

personal life.

Scanning.

Health, excellent.

Marriage, successful.

Scandal, two entries.

Go on. Item one.

He maintained a... personal swimming
pool at his home, resulting in the waste

thousands of gallons of water.

Selma, that's not illegal in the 20th
century.

Well, checking.

You are correct.

Thank you.

What's the other item?

As a young man, Shaw fathered a child
out of wedlock. The boy, Mark William

Devers, was not acknowledged until
Shaw's autobiography in 2027.

Okay, now you've got something. The
birth mother never came forward.

She was married to someone else.

A 40 -year secret.

Correct.

Except... I know it, you know it, and
about a hundred other

people from our time might know it, too.

You assume blackmail, Captain?

There's only one way to find out.

Let's go see John Shaw.

May I see your path, sir?

That should have been left for me. I'm
Darian Lambert.

I'll check, sir. Just a moment.

Okay, Selma.

Do your stuff.

Cap David, Guard Post One.

Hi, is this the person?

Yes, sir.

Now, listen here. My chief of staff
forgot to leave a pass for my friend,

Captain Darian Lambert.

He'll be arriving soon to see Mr. Shaw.

He's here now, sir. Oh, fine. You just
send him on through.

Ah, but, sir, my orders... These are
your orders, son.

Say hello to your wife, Betty Lou, for
me, will you?

Yes, sir.

You do great imitations, Selma.

And mentioning the soldier's wife, nice
touch.

Nice touch?

Never mind.

Can you wait? Yes, sir. I'll hold on.

How in the hell can you let someone just
stroll on in here without a written

pass? But, Captain, the President
authorized it. I recognized his voice.

Yes, sir. I'm still here.

What time was that?

Thank you, sir.

That was his secretary.

The president's been in a closed meeting
for the last half hour. He made no

phone calls. Hit that button, Sergeant.

You, hold it right there.

Okay, Captain, I'm here to talk to Mr.
Shaw.

Over the hood, face down.

Just listen to me.

I'm a police officer. My ID's in my
wallet. You explain to the post

Okay, move him out.

Selma, plan B, now!

Mr. Shaw, Mr. John Shaw, come out
immediately.

What the... What's going on? Where are
you?

What the hell's going on here? Sir, I
must speak to you.

This man's a trespasser. He's under
arrest.

Mr. Shaw, please, sir, may I just say
three words to you?

Okay, come on, let's get him out of
here. Hold on.

The man's not asking much.

What three words?

Mark, William Debert.

Sorry about this, sir. He won't bother
you anymore. I want to talk to this man.

Sir? Bring him inside.

Well, you heard the man.

Thank you, Captain.

Now, please leave me alone with him.

Sir, this man's dangerous.

He's also handcuffed.

I'll take full responsibility. If it'll
make you feel any better, I'll also take

your weapon.

waiting outside.

I'm a lawyer by profession.

Do you understand I could kill you right
now?

Self -defense with three witnesses to
back me up.

Mr. Secretary.

I'm a police officer. I do understand.

But please, let me prove I'm on your
side.

Who is Mark William Devers?

Your son.

This is your fantasy?

No, sir.

When you were 20, you fell in love with
a married woman named Christine Devers.

She became pregnant with your child.

Although she loved you very much, she
refused to leave her husband or tell him

whose child it was.

Mark was born on January 12, 1973.

He was raised as their son.

The mother would never do anything to
harm you because she believed.

You're destined for greatness.

So do I.

If you're another blackmailer, you're
pretty slick.

My name's Darian Lambert.

I'm a government agent.

Which agency?

I can't reveal that.

All I can tell you is I'm here to stop
the person who's blackmailing you.

So why don't you put the gun away?

I won't hurt you.

No, not with handcuffs on.

Everybody knows Annie.

She saved the president's life in
Hawaii.

Oh, that's right.

I'm glad she's finally gotten the credit
she deserves.

Annie? John Shaw.

Yes, thank you. Thank you for your
concern. Listen, will you clear someone

me? His name is Darian Lambert.

Okay,

Annie. I get the message. Thanks.

Everything all right?

She wants to know why you haven't
called.

I've been meaning to.

Okay, Lambert.

Let's see if you're as good as the lady
says.

The blackmailer gave me the weekend, but
we've got one day to catch him.

Or pay.

I'm so glad you're back.

Alice, this is Darian Lambert.

Glad to meet you.

Will you excuse us, darling? We have
some work to do. Darian?

John, who is this man?

He's helping me.

I can't say more, but he's become my
best hope.

John, why don't you tell me what's going
on?

You'll have to truck me into this.

You haven't told her.

What's that, detective's instinct?

Truth doesn't destroy love. It only
strengthens it.

Let's get to work.

Tell me everything you know about the
blackmailer.

Not much. His name is Nigel.

He has a Cockney accent.

Let's see if we can figure out what he
looks like.

May I use your computer?

Sure.

The State Department put it in.

Very high tech.

Computer on.

Computer on.

That isn't a floppy disk.

No.

Spectral Interface.

It's designed to work with all
computers.

Never knew the government had anything
like that.

Let's start with Nigel's face first.

His face is raw, as I remember it.

Broad across the cheekbone.

And he has a hard forehead.

Yep, there's one.

No, no, it's, uh... It should be a
little more narrow at the end.

The president's calling on your private
line.

I'll be right back.

Please tell me what's going on, Mr.
Lambert.

Everything's going to be fine.

I promise you.

Excuse me.

Selma, I know this man.

Run wants and warrants on a Nigel
Felsham.

Felsham, Nigel. Born London, 2165.

Publisher of illegal scandal magazines.

Convicted three counts blackmail, 2192.
Fled London to Washington City.

Indicted there for extortion and murder,
2193.

That's him.

He vanished while waiting for a trial,
which means?

Dr. Thambi was involved.

Not there.

Selma. What proof could a blackmailer
from our time bring back with him, like

documents? According to his credit
files, just before his disappearance, he

purchased all 127 volumes of Howard's
reference biographies of the 20th and

centuries and a Sparks microdata
recorder.

Such evidence could destroy John Shaw.

Over my dead body.

Captain, aren't you taking this case
rather personally?

You bet, Alma.

Very personally.

Excuse me, but a pizza boy just brought
this by.

He said, here's your pepperoni.

And I'm supposed to say, it's to John
from Nigel.

Is that the black miller's name, Nigel?

Mrs. Shaw, I really can't... Mr.
Lambert, I'm not stupid.

John is trying to protect my feelings,
but I... I need to help.

I understand, Mrs. Shaw.

If you could be patient just a little
bit longer.

Why can't you tell her? I have my
reasons.

What's that?

Pepperoni.

From... Nigel?

Senate Field Racetrack.

John Shaw here.

Get the snack.

Yes, Nigel.

Thank you for the pizza and the seat
locator.

Got the hint, too. Good.

And seeing as how the president himself
is so especially fond of you, I'm going

to offer you a move -the -merchandise
discount.

And what's that?

Half of.

Two -fifty cash.

Good tomorrow only.

All right.

High noon, then. Just put the money on
the seat.

I'd obviously come alive.

I hope you have a plan, because I sure
haven't got the cash.

It's not a problem, Mr. Shaw.

I have an unlimited checking account.

Don't touch me, Nigel.

I warned you.

What the hell is this?

Who's flying with me?

I am, Nigel.

In case you're wondering about the car
alarm, well, actually, it's a miniature

PPT.

in Lambert.

Fugitive retrieval section, 2193.

How the hell did you get here?

That's a pretty stupid question coming
from a friend of Mo's zombie.

Okay, what are you gonna do?

I'm gonna send you home.

Back to jail, where you belong.

Ready? Hold it.

I mean, let's talk.

My God, there's plenty here for both of
us.

What is that, an attempted bribe?

You're talking to the wrong cop.

You know, I don't know who I hate worse,
blackmailers or cop drivers.

It's just too bad. This jolt I'm about
to give you won't hurt.

One last goal?

Huh?

You caught me on a good day.

Easy, back off.

Right on time.

There's a cop here named Lambert. I want
you to tell him exactly what it is you

have in your little hand, or else you'll
send me away.

Hello?

Hello, Mr. Policeman.

This is Nigel's insurance company.

I'm holding in my hand a Sparks micro
data recorder.

And if Nigel is not back in 15 minutes
with the money, I will release detailed

information on John Shaw.

That... won't be necessary.

Didn't think I'd come to the party
naked, did you?

I believe this is mine.

If you leave with the money...

How do I know you won't bother John Shaw
again?

Deal is a deal.

Sid, I'm too smart to cross Darien
Lambert.

Maybe one day I'll reconsider, work on
my side.

I think it's time you got on your bike,
Bluebells.

Two of us together?

Sheer power.

Hold on, I need my credit card back.

Well, you reach in and get it.

I've had enough of that.

If you change your mind, have a little
car give me a call.

Selma?

Yes, Captain.

Do you think he bought it?

I believe so. His voice stress pattern
suggested he believed he was in control

of the situation.

Good.

As long as he doesn't discover the bug
in his briefcase, he should lead us

to his micro -recorder.

Yes. Thank you, Darian.

Yes, I promise.

She's here now.

To tell you everything.

Oh, thank God.

It is blackmail.

If Darian Lambert is able to catch this
man, the nightmare will be over.

Will he catch him?

Yes. Along with certain evidence.

Is it another woman?

Yes, it was. But it was a long time ago.
Long before I met you.

I was a kid. She was married.

Oh, honey.

Why didn't you tell me? What's the deep,
dark secret?

We had a child together, Alice.

I have a son I've never seen.

You insisted we never have children?

I was afraid they would remind me of a
child I never knew.

Was that fair to me? No.

I robbed you of the one thing in the
world you wanted most.

Out of fear, craziness.

Now it's too late.

I need time.

I need time.

The tracking device is in suite

23 at the top of the building.

Give me a phone number for that
location.

555 -2122.

Okay, let's talk him out.

Colin. Yeah?

This is Lambert.

Well, I'll be.

That little card of yours is really
something, isn't it, mate?

What's on your mind?

You asked me to reconsider.

So I did.

Read me your waves.

You got a sweet operation?

I figure I spend my time here on a cop
salary. I go back, I'll have nothing.

You want to talk more?

Why should I believe you?

You've got the micro recorder. You're
covered.

Besides, I'll let you pick the meeting
place.

Okay.

You're on.

Meet me at the Jefferson Memorial in an
hour.

I'll be there.

I used to hate the daycaps.

Only thing that made them fun was
playing Triviopoli with my partner.

Would you like to play Triviopoli?

With you?

Um, no.

Captain, earlier you indicated your
feelings about saving John Shaw were

personal.

Explain, please.

Well, it's hard to explain, Selma.

You have to remember where we come from,
I'm a Blanco, a minority.

For instance, I could never get elected
to public office back home because I'm

white.

I fail to see what the colour of a man's
skin...

It has to do with his worth.

Selma, maybe what the world needs is
more Selmas.

Voice mode, Selma.

The emanations from the bug you planted
are coming from this apartment.

Electronic log. Can you scan the
combination?

2193.

Where's the bug, Selma?

The west wall.

Tell me when.

Right to 19.

Left to 49.

Right to 67.

That's too bad.

You see, the thing is, I don't think
Nigel would be too upset if I killed a

burglar. Oh, I think he would.

I don't think he'd want cops running all
over this place.

Now, maybe we ought to make a deal.

Take your best shot.

I'll leave like nothing's happened.

And in return...

I will give you the sweetest little
sports car you have ever seen in your

It's parked downstairs.

Well, now, you are downright tempting.

Wait till you see it.

I'll just get the keys.

Easy.

Slow is good, you know.

You're so right.

What the... What kind of a car are we
talking about?

A Slumberville.

927. A what?

Gotcha.

What happened?

You're so good, you decided to give me
that car back.

Nigel?

That's wonderful news, Darian. I can't
tell you how grateful I am.

You can thank me after I make my arrest.
I'll be over in an hour.

No, I have to go to my office. Why don't
you come over later today?

We're going to have a celebration.

Thank you.

I'd like that.

When you get into my car, I'll kill you.

Is he here?

No. He left for the office hours ago,
but he never got there.

Could he have stopped off anywhere? Oh,
no. He would have called his office.

Mr. Lambert, what is it?

Excuse me.

Hello? Yes, this is Mrs. John.

I have someone here who wants to talk to
you.

It's your wife.

Go on.

You'll never see your pretty Alice
again.

Alice, this is John.

John.

Where are you?

I must get in touch with Darian Lambert.

He's here.

I'll put him on.

Yes.

Hello, Lambert.

I believe you have something that
belongs to me.

The micro recorder.

Exactly.

I want it back.

I'm willing to try John Shaw for it. If
I don't get it, John Shaw is a dead man.

You win.

Where do we meet?

There's an old abandoned factory.

We'll be inside.

Bring a micro recorder.

Oh, this time you tricky bastard. Do
come alone.

If he's smart, Selma, he'll block your
scan.

With his cell phone.

Go to security infrascan.

Infrascanning.

I sense two human beings.

How far?

50 meters, bearing 180 degrees.

Are they moving?

They appear to be waiting.

Okay. Looks like this is the place. Are
you ready to go, Selma?

Yes, Captain.

I'm here, Nigel.

You have Shaw?

Do you have my micro recorder?

I'll show you mine if you show me yours.

You first.

in one piece.

If you want him to stay that way, let's
have the micro recorder.

Now!

Whatever you say.

Step out into the open.

Put it down on the floor.

Nice hologram, wasn't it?

Be right back. Try a little mind power.

Easy for you to say.

Tracking mode, Selma.

Tracking.

Where is he?

Above you, Captain.

Help me.

Help me.

God knows why Take my hand

All right, it's over now. It's over. Oh,
I failed you so badly.

What? Yes.

You failed me? Yes. What do you mean?
Since when you needed me the most, I

forgot the most important thing.

You and me.

Oh, you and me and the family.

It's never too late.

You better do something first.

Nowhere to reach me if you ever need me.

No one will ever know what you've done
for me.

Let's keep it that way.

Okay, but tell me something.

You risked your life for me. Why?

I believe the right man can make a
difference.

And I know that you're that kind of man.

How can you be so sure?

John, your record speaks for itself.

And what you will accomplish at the St.
Petersburg Peace Conference will change

the world forever.

You talk as if you already know.

Call it a hunch.

I'd like to write a letter of
commendation and send it to you at the

work for.

That won't be possible.

You've got that right.

I've checked around.

No one but Annie Knox has ever heard of
you.

Where the hell are you from, anyway?

A place where people have great faith in
you.

And where would that wonderful place be?

No, you wouldn't believe me.

Try me.

I'm from the future.

You're right, I don't.

But, Barry and Lambert, whoever you are.

Mr. President.