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

.D. 2193.

Ready? Good.

Paddle up.

Okay.

Day two begins.

Equipment check.

Knife.

First aid kit.

Compass.

Good.

Operational plan.

Estimated time of return?

1900. So don't be late.

Now, if you see animal tracks you're not
sure of,

yes, stay upwind and...

That's right.

Don't shout.

When

will

I teach you to paint?

After I teach you to survive.

You're welcome, Ravi.

But you must not call me father yet.

not till I've earned it.

Come on.

Computer, memory archive mode.

Archive mode ready.

George casteth personal notes.

This must surely be the happiest day of
my life.

Ah, my lives.

Born 2153, he found joy in 1993.

The joy of giving back to a child what
was once given to him.

God knows I'm unworthy of this joy.

I, who have sinned across the barriers
of time.

But I beg that same God.

I beg to finish this task.

Let me be strong enough.

Oh, God, no.

Not now.

is an emergency transmission.

This is an emergency transmission.

This is an emergency transmission.

It began in the future.

A scientist turning to evil. A time
machine called TRAX.

Criminals who vanish.

And a lawman 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 case of George Carters was to prove
highly personal to my captain. Let's go.

Yet it was only by chance that we became
involved.

Pleasant Valley, Medevac 1. We have a
Code 1 male, age 45.

Extreme VTAC stabilized now. The pulse
is only 3 -0.

We're bringing him straight to the OR.

is an emergency transmission.

This is an emergency transmission.

The chain of events which brought my
captain into this case began as we were

waiting for our transport to Washington.

President's Club.

Summer, are you sure I can go in here?
I'm not the president of anything.

Captain, it appears to be a custom in a
20th century airport.

There are also clubs for ambassadors and
admirals, but you don't have to have

achieved that status either.

Yes, sir. Can I help you?

Can you check us in, please? Sure.

May I have your tickets?

Tickets? Of course. I got it right here.

There you go. Thank you.

There's only one ticket here, sir.
Right.

But didn't you say check us in?

I'll see you.

Force of habit. Oh, my God.

Right. Your flight departs in one hour,
Mr. Lampert. Please enjoy the lounge,

and I'll call you for boarding. Thank
you.

The lounge.

The Dow Jones Industrial Average closed
down three points to 3 ,227 .09.

In a tragic turn of events, a deaf boy
appears to be lost in the heart of the

Colorado Rockies.

Search and rescue efforts are being
mounted by local and state authorities.

of this place is on them. They give food
away.

Perhaps they have mistaken you for the
president.

Well, don't beep and ruin my image.

My wife and I appeal to you.

This is a small town doing everything
they can.

Not enough manpower.

They need volunteers.

My God, that's George Costas.

Someone you know, Captain?

Someone he taught me at West Point.

Map -making and survival?

What's he doing in the 20th century?

Help us find our little boy.

Though 12 -year -old Robbie is described
as intelligent and survival -trained,

there is concern his inability to hear
or speak will make rescue efforts

difficult, if not impossible.

Volunteers are asked to report to the
sheriff's office here or to the

This is Barry Wilson reporting from
Pleasant Valley.

So how far to Pleasant Valley?

Eight hours by car.

What if I fly a helicopter?

Two hours.

This is an emergency transmission.

This is an emergency transmission.

This is an emergency transmission.

This is an emergency transmission.

This is an emergency transmission.

This is an emergency transmission.

If you do see animal danger, show no
fear.

Back away.

Hide.

Hide.

Rescue Ops, this is Rescue One.

We got nothing in the clearing.

Kind of fixing on a homing beam, but
it's gone now. Taking a look.

Nah, nobody here.

Running low on fuel. We're coming home
now.

Can I talk to your patient?

Sure. Maybe you can get more sense out
of him than I can.

Doc, a man tries to speak survival to a
deaf city kid and got no sense.

He's just another one of those oddballs
from L .A.

Odd, I'll say.

Man lives an hour with a runaway heart,
then recovers with a subnormal pulse of

30. He's in there now, says he's okay,
wants to go look for his kid.

Well, is he sick or what?

Sick. He should be dead.

I'll understand more when I get the lab
work.

Meanwhile, he stays put.

Don't let him talk you into joining the
search.

Mrs.

Costas?

George, the boss is here.

Sure.

You found him.

No, not yet.

What time is it?

It's after seven, Mr. Costas.

Then he's there, waiting for me.

No, sir.

Chopper reports no one in sight.

They must keep looking.

They'll be back on station soon as they
refuel.

What about search parties?

Halfway there.

Took you two days to pack it in,
remember?

You just take it easy.

My people are doing everything they can.

But is it enough?

Sir, you'll have our best.

Taking a handicapped kid into that
situation doesn't make the job easy, if

say so.

Oh, God.

Now, let's try to work together.

Was anyone out there with you?

And who sent the Mayday call?

It was a transponder.

Emergency signal device.

Does Robbie have one?

If he found mine.

Big if.

I'll be in touch.

Do you blame me too, Carolina?

No.

Everything he is, everything we have
will do you.

Damn. Blancos.

I'll take care.

Don't, George.

Just pray with me.

Help will come.

You've been awfully quiet, Selma.

Still nervous about my flying? I am
incapable of being nervous.

Of course.

On the other hand, I am capable of being
destroyed by fire.

Fire? That which results when a
helicopter crashes.

Is that what's on your mind?

No, Captain.

My focus is on other matters.

Visual mode.

All right, what's bugging

you?

I'm simply waiting for you to pursue the
question you asked two hours ago.

Which question?

What George Carstis is doing in the 20th
century.

Perhaps you had forgotten.

No, I haven't forgotten.

Perhaps. I'm afraid to ask.

Okay. Why is he here?

Your friend is a fugitive.

Selma, there must be some kind of
mistake. The man doesn't have an evil

his body.

Captain, your cartography teacher was
also a skilled painter.

Skilled. He was brilliant.

He loved the painters of the American
frontier.

Catlin, Homer.

His beer stats were like originals.
Indeed, he sold them as such.

He what?

George Casas was indicted for art
forgery in 2189.

Before he could be brought to trial, he
vanished.

Logic suggests he secured time passage
from Dr. Zombie.

What logic?

A man like George wouldn't even know a
bastard like Zombie.

I'm sorry, Captain, but my records
indicate otherwise. There was, in fact,

fiduciary relationship between them.
They did business together.

Sombie was his art patron. He helped
distribute the forged paintings. It is

therefore logical to assume... Okay,
Sombie.

Spare me more logic.

Damn it!

How could he turn like that?

It is you who claim to understand the
criminal mind.

That's not the mind that I knew.

He nurtured me, Selma.

He's one of the few men in the world
that I admired.

What am I supposed to do?

What you came to do.

Find Lost Boy.

Well, if that's as far as you got, you
might as well pack it in for the night.

No, you'd have to crush Sherman Creek
and you can't make it at night.

Look, will you just do what I'm telling
you? We already have one man down with a

broken arm.

Is someone going to get me the damn
weather forecast?

It's coming through now, Sheriff.

Stand by wind.

Excuse me, Sheriff.

What do you want?

Name's Lambert, Washington PD.

You just dropped in, did you?

I was ferrying my helo back home when I
heard your NPR.

My what?

I'm sorry, local.

Cops speak.

A missing boy.

Oh, I get it, Captain. Away from home,
you thought you'd log a few extra days

per diem?

Uh, no, you don't get it at all,
Sheriff.

I have a chopper, and unless I've lost
my memory, you asked for help.

So I did.

Local 24 -hour forecast, Sheriff.

Damn, Hicks don't know what they're
doing.

Get the National Weather Service online
for me.

Okay, Lambert, report back here at first
light. We'll give you a second to

patrol. Thank you.

You know where I can find George Costas?

What do you want with him? I once knew a
man by that name.

Was he a jackass?

I didn't think so at the time.

Hospital's three miles down the road.

It's not an easy diagnosis, I'm afraid.

Amplify some.

There is evidence of coronary
amyloidosis, yet none of the other

affected.

That makes no sense.

May I ask why?

Because in that disease, the heart is
the last organ to show symptoms, not the

first.

But then everything about your husband
seems to defy the rules.

He's an extraordinary man.

I can't promise anything until I know
more.

To lose myself.

Then my husband.

It is too much.

I'm sorry, Mr. Castus.

I wish I had more answers.

More voodoo medicine.

This century needs another opinion.

At your service, Captain.

How he's aged.

Hardly seems the same man.

Captain, the 20th century phrase for
what you said is wishful thinking.

Permit me to make a positive
identification.

Scanning.

Scan complete.

Identity, George Casters confirmed.

His condition is serious, Captain.

He has developed amyloidal symptoms.

Actually, it is an allergic reaction to
something in this time period.

Allergies can be controlled?

In the 22nd century.

And here?

They do not have the knowledge.

Easy, George.

Easy.

Duty.

Honor.

Country.

Professor.

Darian.

Am I dead?

No. You're too tough to die.

In any century.

Is it really you?

Yes.

Tyrion, what are you doing here?

I came to help you find your son.

Thank God.

Carolina said help would come.

But you, the best tracker I ever taught.

How did you get here?

The same as you.

In Zombie's magical time machine.

Do you reason for coming?

Find fugitives.

And send them back to justice.

See, you must find it hard to believe
that I am one of them.

Yes, I find it very hard.

I'm sorry, Terry.

It's okay, George.

It's okay.

One problem at a time.

You taught me how to track.

Tell me how to find the boy.

Starting to blow in from the lee side.

Hard lines are down.

FAA weather, Grand Junction. Best I
could do.

Could pass through by morning.

Could.

If it don't, we got no air, sir.

First light.

I'd better get started.

If there's any chance he has my
computer, it's an EMA6.

Can your Selma access that model?

Selma?

Selma, it's okay. George knows you're
there.

I can access any encapsulated memory
archive, provided it is not in battery

charge mode.

He couldn't do that. He couldn't hear
the touch tones.

We'll give it a try.

Darian.

Godspeed. Yeah.

We'll get you a son.

Show no fear.

Back away slowly, without hurry.

This is an emergency transmission.

This is an emergency transmission.

This is an emergency.

Yeah, rescue port, pay again. You're
breaking up damage.

Are we paying for satellite link or
what? I mean, why is it so damn... Okay,

I hear you, Paul.

You want to try which cutoff?

Now, negative for you're asking for
trouble. You stay on Timberline Ridge.

At least you'll be there by tomorrow.

FAA.

God.

For how long?

Who can you make a guess? We got a kid
out there.

Okay, I understand.

Nobody flies till further notice.

This is an emergency transmission.

This is an emergency transmission.

This is an emergency transmission.

This is an emergency transmission.

This...

This is an emergency transmission.

This is an emergency transmission.

Thanks for the lift.

Selma? Oh, I was preoccupied. With what?

Your friend has a memory archive.

That's right.

He said it was an EMA -6.

I'm receiving a signal.

Selma, can you establish distance and
direction?

The signal is weak, but I will scan.

Bearing 286 degrees, distance 103 .47
nautical miles.

Selma, you're outstanding.

Captain, I can only be outstanding in
visual mode. Is that what you mean?

Strike that. Let's go.

What if Rescue 3 fords the river here,
cuts across there?

Could be at the fall tonight.

And then what?

How are they going to find a deaf -mute
kid in the dark?

Sheriff, I need an azimuth disc and a
line calibrator. Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You need what? I need to measure
distance and bearing.

How about a compass and a ruler?

286 degrees.

Extend 103 .47 nautical miles depth.

There? That's where the boy is. There.
Really?

You know, I haven't seen an act like
that since pin the tail on the donkey.

Sheriff, you've got to believe me. Why,
you got this information from some

pixie? Look, my helicopter has some very
sophisticated tracking equipment.

Show me.

I can't.

It's classified.

Mr. U is some piece of work.

All I ask is that you relay the
information to your search team. Fine.

ground party gets there tomorrow, I'll
have them check it out. Tomorrow?

your air search?

Are you crazy? No one takes a chopper up
and went like this.

Somebody's got to. I'm going after that
boy. The hell you are.

So much as look at your helo till I say
so, I'll haul your ass to jail. You got

that?

All right, Sheriff.

Inside. You're the boss.

You watch it.

Here's to me slipping toward the flight
line.

Ignition, Selma. Captain, this action is
dangerous and unwise.

Devin, I said ignition now!

Hold it.

Shut her down and give me your keys.

You want my keys?

Yeah. All right.

Here you go.

On course 286.

ETA. 37 minutes.

See, it isn't so bad.

Dangers of high wind flight are during
climb or descent.

So far you have experienced... May I use
slang, Captain?

Yes.

Dumb luck.

No, I'm sorry I yelled at you. I do not
expect apologies.

Thank you. I expect good judgment.

How close are we? Less than one mile.

What happened?

The signal has stopped.

But we're almost there.

Captain, I took the precaution of
storing signal coordinates into the

your autopilot. A marker light on your
panel will indicate target directly

below. Thank you, Selma.

How soon?

Approximately now.

I see something.

Looks like a clearing.

It's going to be it.

So what are my chances of making a safe
landing?

I think it unwise to tell you.

I'm going to land.

I'm going to burn.

the ignition. We're going in.

Captain, you'll be pleased to know you
have averted fire danger.

Captain?

Selma.

I think I've broken my leg.

There.

At least I can move.

Come on, Solo.

Where is he?

Directly in front of you, 9 .1 meters.

I can't see a thing. The signal was
subterranean. I submit the boy's fallen

a shaft.

A shaft?

In the middle of the wilderness?

You may not have noticed. This area is
an abandoned mine.

You mean like a ventilation shaft?

Precisely. Okay, let's take a look.

My God, someone, is he alive?

Hold me over the opening.

I read a heartbeat.

The rate would indicate a state of
sleep.

I have to wake him up.

Robbie!

Robbie!

That is really stupid.

I agree.

What would you do?

Don't get cute. I need your ideas.

I do not create ideas, Captain.

I... Synthesize yours, I know. Look, I
didn't listen to you, and I have screwed

things up royally.

Okay?

I'm out of ideas.

Captain, I will break precedent and
provide you with a plan, provided you

it without those moments of inspiration
you are so fond of.

Agreed. In order to wake the boy, I must
administer a mild electroshock.

That would mean you'd have to be down
there.

Precisely. You want me to drop you down
the shaft?

Yes.

Selma, I could lose you.

The plan does entail some risk.

Selma, how am I going to save Robbie by
risking you?

There is a fair chance of success if you
follow my directions.

Fine.

Direct me.

Yeah, this is Dobbs, Pleasant Valley.

Yeah, it's almost passed through here.
What's it look like in our search

Okay, that's a roger.

Now, Captain.

Excellent shot, Captain.

Headphones on.

Standing by, Selma.

Electroshock now.

Command visual mode now.

What about the third person role?

Command, Captain.

Visual mode.

My name is Thelma.

How do you do?

No.

I am not an angel.

I am a friend of your father.

Do not worry.

Your father is safe.

He sent us to get you.

Who is us?

Me and my helper.

Even now he begins his work.

Reach that.

Put it in your pocket.

Captain,

medical scan reveals right medial sprain
and exhaustion.

We must get him out of here quickly to
prevent shock.

Working on it, Summer.

Okay.

It's connected through the battery to
the radio.

Hit it.

Oh, you've...

Now can you slip it into free will?

Yes!

Okay.

I'm heading back.

Selma, clear?

Clear, Captain.

Pull it

to you.

Over your shoulder.

Around your waist.

Disappear now.

What fun.

Do not be afraid.

Final phase, Captain.

Understand.

Resume voicemail.

Okay, partner.

Let her rip.

Transmitting now.

Tell me, you know any other ways to keep
a kid warm? The best way, Captain. I

detect helicopters headed in this
direction.

Tell me, give me the rescue frequency.

Go ahead.

Pleasant Valley Rescue, do you read me,
over? This is Rescue One, Sheriff Dodds.

Say again, you call? Sheriff, this is
Lambert.

I have, uh... We have found the boy.

Lambert, where the hell are you?

I'm at that place.

I bet she told me about it. Come and get
us. Roger. Keep your signal hot. I

double -rogered that.

It was not necessary to share the
credit.

Yes, it was, Salma.

Hi.

What did he say, Salma?

He said, thank you.

Don't even look.

7 p .m. on the dot.

My best tracker.

And your worst camper.

City boys do not sleep on the ground.

Thanks.

God, it's beautiful back there.

They don't have water this clear back
where we come.

A lot of precious things here that
aren't there.

How is Robbie?

Fine. He's off to summer camp.

He tells everyone his life was saved by
Mary Poppins.

And Carolina?

Fine.

The best.

What did you tell her?

Nothing. You haven't made up your mind
yet?

I just didn't want to burden her.

You're not a burden, you're a joy.

George.

She knows about the illness.

How?

She was in the doctor's office with me.

Does she know how long I have?

No one knows.

Not even Selma.

A year, two, maybe five.

But of course there's a cure.

You send me back, I live to be 120, but
ten of those years are in prison.

And all are without the things I've come
to love.

Is just breathing that important?

Don't ask me, George.

The one thing I've learned out here is
not to play God.

So what's it going to be?

I've come a long way.

So she knew all the time.

Never said a word.

Didn't want to be a burden.

You gave her back her joy. You gave her
child a life.

There are lots of us you've touched and
are grateful to you, George.

But you have to decide.

That dignity I owe you.

I want to stay, Darian.

A couple of years.

It's a long time to watch my boy grow
up.

To share a woman's love.

And five years, who knows?

Maybe I'll get lucky.

I wish you that luck.