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

.D.

2193.

Morning.

I want you to move real slow.

That's it.

Now take off that hood. Let's get a look
at you.

Wow.

This is Casey at the Tassler Gallery.

We got a B &E in progress.

Send a car.

Freeze!

My thoughts exactly.

I got it.

Is it perfect?

Yep.

It's beautiful.

Thanks, Dr. Zombie. It's a pleasure
doing business with you, too.

It began in the future.

A time machine called Trax.

Criminals who vanish.

And a lawman who must pursue into the
past.

Now he's among us.

A special breed of man.

He has one weapon and a computer named
Selma.

Good morning, Captain Lambert.

With her, he will travel through our
world, searching for fugitives from his

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

His name is Darian Lambert, and this is
his story.

One of my captain's pleasures in the
20th century was his weekly trip to

his provisions.

I would advise purchasing a copy of the
American Tatler.

Do you want to read about Elvis
sightings?

I will explain later.

Okay.

Hi. Hi.

You read the Tatler?

No, I don't read the Tatler. I just
picked it up for... Oh, I love the

It's a lot more fun to read than the
post.

It can be very entertaining.

It sure can.

Men generally don't appreciate it.

You must be very sensitive.

I've been told I'm a very sensitive kind
of guy.

I've been told I'm a very sensitive kind
of guy.

Give me a break, Selma. This man -woman
thing is not easy.

Apparently not.

It is moments of awkward interaction
like that when I'm thankful I'm a

I wouldn't exactly call it awkward.

Selma, what did you have me spend a buck
and a half on this rank for?

Oh, I believe you will find the article
on page seven most illuminating.

I am pregnant with a Venusian love
child?

The article on the left column.

Art Gallery guard sickle. That's the
one.

I was frozen stiff at the Tassler.

Beautiful woman when they were young,
but... Selma, it sounds like this guard

was hit with an FFT.

Yes, Captain.

I thought the possible use of a
spontaneous freezing device would be of

interest.

Can you access the New Orleans police
files on this case?

Scanning.

Accessed. Would you care for a
projection?

Yeah. Let's see what you've got.

Late last Wednesday evening, a burglar
broke into the Tassler Gallery in New

Orleans and stole this extremely
valuable statue.

It was part of the Ramsey's third
collection, which is on tour throughout

country.

How did the burglar get in?

Through the skylight.

What about the guard?

Patrick Casey.

He was hired as additional security
while the Ramsey's collection was at the

gallery.

In this article, he said the burglar was
a woman who shot... him with some kind

of ray gun.

Which corresponds to the statement he
gave to the police.

His employers call the statement
ridiculous.

They claim he fell asleep on the job and
made up the entire story.

As a result, he has been suspended.

Well, didn't he have any evidence?

Like, wasn't he freezing cold when they
found him? If the SFD had been set on

wide band, he could have been hit with
just enough intensity to make him black

out and give him a case of the chills.

And project.

It's been a while since we visited New
Orleans.

Yeah? Mr. Casey, my name is Daniel Lang.
I'm an investigator with Cardinal

Insurance. We hold a policy on the
Ramsey's exhibit, and I'd like to ask

few questions.

I already talked to the cops.

My company has substantially more at
stake than the police, sir. If you would

just give me a few minutes.

Come on in.

Thank you.

Sit down.

I've been reading about you.

You mean that article in the Tadler?

It's quite a story.

And every word is true.

You described the burglar as a beautiful
woman.

But the police report said that they had
no clues as to the perp's identity.

That's because after I ID'd her... The
cops told me I was crazy.

That's the lady who robbed the gallery.

Marie Fontaine.

It says here the picture was taken at a
charity banquet last Wednesday night.

The same night as the robbery.

Sounds like a pretty tight alibi.

Now you know why the cops didn't buy my
story.

But I swear to you, she's the one I saw.

Right before you were hit with this
freezing ray.

I know it sounds crazy, but... Then you
saw a bluish light, and you were hit

with a blast of cold air.

Yeah.

Woke up with a metallic taste in your
mouth like you've been sucking on a

I forgot all about that until just now.

How did you know?

You've been a tremendous help.

Maybe you could put in a good word with
the company.

You know, tell them I wasn't making the
whole thing up.

If your story holds, you can count on
it.

Selma, give me everything you've got on
Marie Fontaine.

Where would you like me to begin,
Captain?

I have files on Marie Fontaine from both
the 20th century and the 22nd century.

I thought so.

Project information from the 22nd
century.

Police files note that Marie Fontaine
was suspected of numerous burglaries,

she was never arrested.

It appears that she always had an
irrefutable alibi.

No one has an alibi for every occasion.

What else have you got on her?

Unfortunately, all records of her
childhood and teenage years have been

Well, it sounds like she's hiding
something.

End projection.

Visual mode.

She hasn't broken any laws, yet she runs
to the pass in Zombie's time machine,

which may indicate some kind of personal
connection between them.

Salma, run a check on all stolen
articles from the thefts where Marie

was suspected, and cross -file against
the inventory list of items in Zombie's

apartment. Cross -checking.

Dr. Sambi was in possession of seven
stolen artifacts from a series of

burglaries, all of which were labeled as
Marie Fontaine possibles.

She was working for him in the 22nd
century.

Maybe she's working for him here.

I think we should pay her a call.

Captain, I took the liberty of scanning
the newspaper accounts of Miss Fontaine

and found that she is due at another
charity function this evening.

Good work, Selma.

Now, all I need is a cover.

Actually... All you will need is a
tuxedo. I have already arranged for the

Daniel Lang to appear on the guest list.

Daniel Lang.

Boy, smart, son.

Well,

hello. And

you are?

Daniel Lang.

Yes.

Here we are.

A pleasure to meet you.

And thank you so much for your extremely
generous donation to the Society.

Oh, I'm always happy to help out.

Thank you.

Okay.

Selma, how much did I donate to the
Society?

$10 ,000, Captain.

$10 ,000?

I thought it was a suitable amount to
make the proper impression.

What exactly is the Society for a Better
Tomorrow?

It is a women's auxiliary unit of NAFA,
the National Automatic Firearm

Association.

I gave $10 ,000 to a group of women who
want to promote the use of assault

weapons. I'm afraid so, Captain. Okay,
that's good.

That's nice.

As long as we're here, let's attend the
business.

Miss Fontaine is currently entering the
ballroom.

Our hologram doesn't do her justice.

Now all I need is a way to break the
ice.

Ice, Captain?

My senses indicate that it is 71 degrees
Fahrenheit in this room, far above

freezing. To break the ice, it's a way
to approach her.

Another of those man -woman mating
rituals.

Something like that.

Soma, that waiter has a gun.

Yes, Captain.

Don't move.

Hold it.

Get in here.

Come on.

Let's have it.

You're

crazy.

I believe this is yours.

Might need a new clasp.

I'm Marie Fontaine.

Daniel Lang.

I don't know how to thank you.

How about dinner?

Someplace where they don't have guns.

I'm having a party tomorrow.

Just a few friends.

It's not another fundraiser for NAFA, is
it?

No, no. This is purely for fun.

Count me in.

Hi, Marie. How are you?

So, any indication on how Marie Fontaine
gets her money?

She isn't a thief. She has a very good
broker.

I have scanned her records, Captain.

While there is no source of income
indicated, she does have a balance of

million dollars in her bank account.

Enjoying the party?

This is quite a place.

Let me show you around.

My favorite spot, the rose garden.

I come here to get away from it all.

I love roses.

Like people, they're very diverse.

Each one has its own special quality
that makes it unique.

Some are particularly fragrant, like
this Crimson Glory.

It's very nice.

Some are very fragile, like the Tiffany.

And others, like this Mount Shasta, are
quite hardy.

Are you all right?

I never got a chance to properly thank
you for saving me last night.

It was a pleasure.

What is it?

I've just remembered something I have to
attend to.

It won't take me but a minute. You can
wait for me right here.

Actually, I have to be going.

But we're just getting to know each
other.

When will I see you again?

Soon.

I promise.

So, we have to determine whether
Marie...

was responsible for the theft of the
statue, or if the guard was making the

story up.

I thought you believed Mr. Casey's
story.

I did, until I met Marie.

All my instincts tell me that she's not
the type.

Could it be that your judgment is being
clouded by your emotional attraction to

this woman?

Emotional attraction?

I detected a marked increase in your
heart rate when you and she kissed.

It's only natural.

It doesn't mean that there's anything
between us.

If you say so, Captain.

Wait till the party's over, the house is
dark, then we'll make our move.

Are you all right?

You got my message?

Yeah, can I keep going down my line?

I thought you needed to cool off a
little.

You're wonderful.

I know.

I could feel the passion.

I thought we were getting a little too
friendly with this man.

We may share a lot, but please don't get
in the middle of my social life.

We are blessed, or cursed, with sharing
everything.

From our emotion to our pain.

Your social life is my social life.

Waiting stopped.

You've had your fun.

Now, I'm going back to the party. I
still have the house full of cash.

That's why we make such a great team.
You take care of the social scene, and I

take care of the business.

I spoke to Zombie.

He's coming by next week to pick up the
statue.

Our cut is 500 grand.

And you told him this was absolutely the
last time, right?

Well, I know you and I agreed we should
quit, but what's the harm?

Sooner or later, this whole thing is
going to collapse on us.

We owe Dr. Zombie.

We've repaid our debt to him in two
centuries. You want to live in some

prison for the next 20 years?

They'd have to catch me first.

We have a chance for a fresh start, and
I'm not going to let Mordecai Zombie

screw it up for us. Marie, the man was
like a father to us. He took care of us

when we were born. Without him, we might
literally still be connected at the

hip. I know all of that, but we have
done over a dozen jobs for him.

We're finished.

Good. Now I'm going to go back
downstairs, and you need to get ready

midnight masquerade party at the stand.

The never -ending social calendar of
Marie Fontaine.

Come override the alarm.

Someone give me a carbon date scan of
anything in this room from the 13th

century B .C.

Scanning.

I'm getting a reading from an article
which is hidden behind the west wall.

My sonar transmissions indicate a small
recessed panel, approximately 17 inches

to your right.

Open it, Selma.

It would appear that Mr. Casey was
telling the truth.

My instincts are very dull.

Perhaps not, Captain.

I've run a scan on the statue, and it
reveals a series of fingerprints.

While they're small, indicating a
woman's hand, none match the file prints

Marie Fontaine.

How's that possible?

At the very least, she would have left
the print when she hid it.

I could have swore I heard something.

You did.

You're lucky I like you and had the
setting on low.

Otherwise, you wouldn't be cold.

You'd be dead.

I was really hoping that you'd be
innocent.

Don't give up on hope too easily.

I saw your PPT, Mr. Lang.

I think it's time for some answers.

First off, how did you know about the
statue?

I read about the break -in at the
gallery.

It sounded like someone used an SFD.

So I tracked down the guard.

We had a little conversation.

He showed me a picture.

And then you arranged to meet me at the
charity event.

Yes. But I had nothing to do with the
gun -toting waiters.

I do appreciate your help.

Now...

What did you want with the statue?

I was hoping I could use it as a
bargaining chip with Zombie.

What are you talking about?

I was a cop in the 22nd century.

A cop?

Was a cop.

I ran into a little trouble.

And the department has decided to...

Make an example of me by frying me.

Didn't anyone care about your side of
the story?

It didn't matter.

My partner was tied in with the chief.

The whole thing was a very nice little
set up.

So, where did Zombie come in?

While I was out on bail, I was contacted
by Zombie.

And he told me he could give me a whole
new life.

In return for certain favors.

I was facing a life sentence.

I was a very desperate man.

So you made your pact with the devil and
now he's calling in his favors.

He contacted me when he arrived here and
said he needed money.

He told me if I didn't deliver, he would
send me back to the 22nd century.

And you thought if you gave him the
statue, you could buy your way out of

debt?

That was my hope.

I mean, obviously, the statue is very
valuable.

And I figured you couldn't go to the
police once you found out it was

I'm in the same position.

That tattoo is for Zombie.

What I hoped would be a final payment
for an old debt.

So, what happens now?

Are you going to turn me over to the
police?

I don't think that would solve much.

Our real problem is zombie.

Maybe together we could figure out a
solution to that problem.

That sounds like a very good idea.

We'll have time for this later.

Meet me tomorrow night, 8 o 'clock,
tribune for dinner.

Go out the way you came in.

I'll see you then.

I got some pretty intense vibes around 1
o 'clock.

Bad dream?

I can't keep anything from you, can I?

We've known that our whole lives, so why
try?

We had a break -in last night.

A break -in?

Is anything missing?

He wanted the statue, but I stopped him.

Colt, how would a robber know about the
statue?

He knows a lot.

He's from back home.

Did you recognize him?

Daniel Lang.

Oh, the plot thickens.

What did he want with the statue?

Same as us.

A payoff to Zombie. It seems Daniel got
into some trouble in the 22nd century

and Zombie gave him a ride in a time
machine.

Now he's being squeezed.

Sound familiar?

Does your friend Daniel know about us?

The only one that knows there are two of
us is Dr. Zombie.

So?

What are we going to do about Mr. Lang?

Um, actually, I'm... I'm seeing him for
dinner tonight.

You what?

You've always been pissed off. The man
tries to rob us and you two are going

on a date?

Daniel is a good man. The only reason he
went after the statue is because he's

being pushed.

You know what? I don't want to hear the
sermon again.

And I don't want to give it.

Did you talk to Zombie?

Mm -hmm.

I told him we were through.

Good.

He asked if we would do him just one
last favor.

What kind of favor?

There's an Incan exhibit at the Goodard
Museum.

No, it's just a small vase. I've already
checked it out, and the security system

there is antiquated, even for the 20th
century.

Melissa, the game is over.

Now, Zombie is not going to stop unless
we cut him off for good. Now, I want you

to call him and tell him no more favors,
no more jobs, no more risks. We're out.

It's time to grow up.

We have a great future, but only if
Zombie is not a part of it.

Now, you want to pull another job?

Do it on your own.

I'll move to another city and change my
name and I'll start out fresh.

You can't do that.

I'd be lost without you.

Remember that when you talk to Thumbie.

Any luck with those prints you found on
the statue?

They do not correlate to any prints on
my files from either the 20th or the

centuries. Which leaves a lot of
questions unanswered.

What do you think? The green? The blue?

The green shirt is more complementary to
your overall skin tone, but the blue

shirt brings out the highlights in your
eyes.

Well, the blue it is, then. When there's
a lull in the conversation, rely on the

eyes to do the talking.

And you are hoping that your talking
eyes will help to answer some of those

questions? That's part of it.

But I'm really hoping that she'll lead
me to somebody.

What's mode, Selma?

So how did you get involved with
Mosambi?

Uh, it's a long story.

I've got time.

I, um...

was born with a rare blood defect, and
the doctors in the enclave said it

treatable and gave me a few months to
live.

What about blood transfusion?

Well, because of the defect, I could
only receive blood from my birth mother,

and I never knew her.

A day after I was born, she abandoned
me.

The more I learn about you...

then you know how it feels.

How did Sombie come into the picture?

Well, as fate would have it, he happened
to be giving a lecture at the hospital

where I was being treated, and my doctor
mentioned my case, and Dr. Sombie knew

of a highly experimental technique that
could save my life.

And ever since that day, he became my
guardian angel.

That didn't give him the right to force
you into her life.

Oh, it started out so innocently, you
know. We asked for a simple favor, and

then one led to two and three, and the
favors got more intense.

And I just decided enough wasn't enough.

So have I.

Maybe it would make more of an impact if
we approached Zombie together.

That could work.

Do you know where he is?

Yeah, he's coming in town next week.

Perfect.

You just let me know.

I can't wait to get this whole thing
behind me.

Marie, what's wrong?

Oh my God.

Marie.

Daniel, I'm sorry. I've got to go.

Where are you going?

I'm sorry. I'll call you.

Marie.

Marie.

It's me.

It's me.

Are you all right?

I hurt my back.

I'll be a little stiff in the morning,
but otherwise I'm okay.

Good.

Now let me tell you how damn stupid this
was. I thought we agreed we were

finished. We did.

Things changed.

What are you talking about?

I had a little chat with Zombie.

He gave me some insight into your new
boyfriend.

Daniel?

What has he got to do with that?

It's not Daniel.

It's Darian.

Darian Lambert, he's a cop from back
home.

I know.

He was framed and kicked off the force.
He told me all about it.

That's about as far from the truth as
you can get.

Captain Lambert was one of the most
heavily decorated men in the department.

Why would he lie for the same reason we
do?

To fool people.

Captain Lambert is from the fugitive
retrieval section.

His duty is to send all of us back.

But his passion is to find the bombing.

Faith in you.

Even you.

I don't believe you.

Leave me now.

Marie!

What are you

doing? You want to be free to don't be
budget?

We take out Lambert and we're off the
hook for good.

The whole thing was...

Well, the night hasn't quite gone
according to plan, but the end result

be working out just fine.

I don't care what he is. I can't let you
kill him.

Okay.

Take it easy.

Sorry, sis.

It's him or us.

Yes, Captain.

Any readings?

I'm registering two heartbeats from that
walkway on your right.

Two heartbeats?

Marie?

What is going on?

It's a long story, Daniel.

Is everything all right?

Fine. Now.

I can see why she loves you.

Goodbye, Lambert.

Melissa!

There are two of them, Selma.

That explains everything. The
fingerprints, the perfect alibi.

As well as your unswerving feeling that
Marie Fontaine was innocent.

It's Marie.

Why should I believe you?

Because, Daniel, or should I say, Derry
Lambert, I love you.

Dr. Thombie told my sister all about you
and ordered her to kill you.

So you know the truth.

Yes, and it doesn't matter.

I have to stop her.

What will you do with her?

Now that I know that she's responsible
for all these thefts in the future, I

have to send her back.

Will she go to Britain?

She's never been formally convicted of
any crimes.

So I'll ask the chief to go easy on her.

She'll end up in a program for
rehabilitation.

All right, I, um, get it. It's time we
both start leading our own lives anyway.

Don't hurt her.

Marie. She can't hear you, Captain.

What's wrong with her?

Her vital signs indicate that she has
been hit with TXP.

TXP?

How is that possible?

I don't know.

Is there any way to reverse the TXP
injection into the blood?

No, Captain.

If she is not transported back to the
22nd century, she will remain in a coma

and eventually die.

Visual mode, sir.

I still don't understand how Marie was
injected with TXP.

I may have found an answer, Captain.

Per your request, I scanned the records
of births for twins in Enclave 9 and

found one peculiarity.

On December 3rd, 2163, a set of female
Siamese twins was born.

Siamese twins?

And, Captain, the attending physician
was a Dr. M. Thambi.

So, at least, Summer Marie's story was
the truth.

Zombies saved the lives of her and her
sister.

The price was indentured servitude.

It is speculated that Siamese twins can
actually feel each other's emotions.

Evidently, the link between these
sisters was so strong that their bodies

experienced bilateral effects of the
TXP.

If I'd only known.

She learns how to live her own life in
the future.

Transmission tone, Soma.

Soma, place an ad in the post to the
chief of all the pertinent facts.

And place an ad in the personals.

To MF from DL.

I'm sorry I didn't get to say goodbye.

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