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Previously on Travelers...

We're travelers from the future.

In our time, many years from now,

humanity has been all but wiped out.

We've come back to change that.

There are thousands of travelers

already here taking part.

Let's save the world.

Thanks.

No pressure.

I reset the Director.

What?

Rebooted its O.S. through a virus

to protect it from corruption

by the Faction.

What's happening in the future while it's offline?

Chaos, probably.

A temporary power struggle.

Your team knows first-hand

the brutality they're capable of.

You mean they're the ones

who put us in those cages?

Duck.

What are you doing?

"Kill 3468..."

that is the mission I was given by the Director.

We have to destroy the Quantum Frame...

- ...before they get here. - Don't do it, son.

We don't have a choice, they're going to be here soon!

Don't.

Ellis, there's another way...

They're coming in!

F.B.I., drop your weapons!

The dream begins the same every time...

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Where's Greg?

Oh, he called in sick.

I'm covering for him.

Just fix it, please.

Mr. Corrigan has a conference call at 8:45.

Not a problem.

Greg, hey, thanks for coming.

I'm Vincent.

Screen's locked up again.

I'm gonna need it for a call in five minutes.

Can you get me back up?

Oh, yeah, for sure.

I just need to get back there.

Hal? Listen, I gotta let the I.T. guy

work on the computer for a bit here.

Let me just duck into another office.

Yeah, let me put you on hold, hang on.

Just take two minutes, two minutes...

Sorry.

Just turn it off and on again, I guess, huh?

No, no, no, sir.

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From the moment I arrive in the 21st Century,

something's wrong.

According to the historical record,

Anthony Corrigan, stockbroker,

was at his desk on a conference call,

but instead, it's someone else.

We were wrong.

I try to send the message,

but the computer freezes.

I practiced a hundred times, but everything's wrong.

I try to reboot the system, but there's no time now.

The mission's a failure.

So why should I sacrifice myself?

I decide I should at least try to warn them.

Everyone listen!

I can't explain why,

but if you don't all follow me right now,

you're going to die.

You have to leave now.

Greg...

what the hell are you doing?

I run.

I don't even know what floor I'm on,

only that I have to hurry.

At first, I hear the plane...

and then the explosion.

And I don't remember anything else

until I'm outside, looking up.

All right, everybody, clear out. Let's go.

We're going to need that building evacuated.

Everyone around me is looking at the destruction above,

while I discard the last vestiges

of the man who was supposed to die that day.

And then I hear the second plane.

And then I wake up.

Dreams of 9/11 aren't uncommon, Vincent,

even for those who were nowhere near ground zero.

I have the dream because it happened.

My mission was a proof of concept,

to send a confirmation

that I arrived safely in the 21st Century,

then die, so no one could trace me.

But...

I survived.

They won't forgive that.

So you're afraid

whomever you were to send this message to

intends to punish you?

They're already here.

I've seen the changes in history.

At least, the histories that I remember.

And they'll be coming for me.

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Walt!

Jesus, what took you so long?

You're lucky they gave me permission

- to talk to you at all... - I'm gonna say one thing,

and I need you to listen,

destroy that device

by whatever means possible.

I've never asked you to do anything more important.

What, that thing in the barn?

You need to do it now...

What is it?

What is your association with those people in the barn?

They all raised a red flag a few months back.

You said that they were just a bunch of kids.

I ask because

two of those people are in the hospital,

and a farmer is dead.

All right, I'll talk.

A few weeks ago...

I received a top-secret inter-departmental communication

asking if I'd noticed any changes in you.

I told a pair of special agents

with very expensive sunglasses

that, yeah...

You know your friends are giving you up as we speak.

Sir, can you please be quiet so I can think?

...and your wife noticed, too.

Nothing that either one of us could point to,

but enough to say

that something is up.

These people, whoever they are,

if they have something on you, if they're using you,

if they're making you do things,

we can protect you!

Destroy the device.

That's all I got.

They're never gonna do that, boss.

Philip, stay off the coms.

I'm not talking to you anymore.

Before I go...

they wanted me to ask you about this.

Well, Walt,

that's a handkerchief.

They tell me it's a communication device.

Really?

It's made from something called graphine.

A technology we're working on but we're not quite there yet.

They suspect that it's powered

by the natural electricity of the human body,

capable of broadcasting an encrypted signal for miles.

This one came from the high-school senior

that's in surgery right now.

How is she doing?

Rifle was shot from point-blank range.

There's severe damage to the spleen and...

Who are you?

Seriously, no one told you?

I'm a specialist,

here to assist from Grace hospital.

Call me Derek.

And suction?

Take care of that blood.

The bullet's causing a lot of inflammation

between the T-12 and L-1.

I'm worried about the lumbar nerves.

We can't get ahead

of this blood loss anyway, so...

Okay.

Let's get it outta there.

I need to state for the record

that you gave me permission

to look at your phone and listen to your messages

without a lawyer present.

Well, I have nothing to hide, so...

Wait, what are you doing?

I'm playing back a saved message.

Yeah, that one,

that has nothing to do with... with anything.

Sir, the message came from a phone registered to you

that called this number

two seconds before a man with no identification...

who was allegedly holding a gun to your head...

was fatally shot from the apartment next door.

And you saved this message because...

It's kind of a keeper.

Hey, David, it's me.

I guess it's my turn to leave you a goofy message.

I just know how stressed out you get

when you don't hear from me,

so I wanted you to know that I might be away for a while,

maybe even relocated.

I just don't want you wondering or worrying

if you don't hear from me.

You know, if it happens.

I don't even know for sure if it will,

but if it does,..

thank you for being there for me

when I really needed someone.

In another time or another life, right?

Goodbye, David.

See?

This is bullshit!

Jesus, he's having a bad day.

Are you kidding me?

Hey, Jeff, keep your voice down.

I told you what happened.

The optics suck, and you know it.

It's on the news, you shot a 13-year-old kid.

That was about to shoot Carly.

Who also murdered her mother and brother last night.

That kid?

Number 2 pencil to the head,

both of them.

Girl was certifiable.

Now, get Carly's ass down here to make a statement,

and you're just

the poor bastard who had to stop her.

Okay, Carly's not answering her cell.

We've been having trouble at home.

In the meantime, buddy, I'm sorry,

but I gotta take your badge.

Forensic's already got your gun.

Oh, come on,

this is bullshit, man.

Let me just go down the hall and talk to him.

Hey, no.

Not with booze on your breath, okay?

Hey, if I was forced to shoot a kid,

I might have a few drinks, too.

This is gonna work itself out.

Just go home.

I can see

there's a fight goin' on inside of you.

If you're worried about Kat...

She is completely in the dark about this.

She called me earlier

to tell me that you sent her away.

That your life was in danger and so was hers.

Is that true?

It's what made me put a team together

to come after you.

We were tracking your car,

and then it disappeared like it went into a dead zone...

Yes, but...

she's all right?

If you don't talk, you won't walk,

which means Kat may never, ever find out

whether you are dead or alive...

Destroy the device, Walt.

Please.

I'm begging you.

Look, I probably shouldn't tell you this,

but I have also been told

that that device is far beyond...

Thank you, Agent Forbes.

I'll take it from here.

Look, I need more time.

Seriously?

You're telling him more than he's telling you.

But, hey, thanks for trying.

Walt...

remember what I said.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,

"Destroy the device."

He heard you the first time.

We all did.

Yeah, it's not gonna happen.

Are you feeling threatened, Vincent?

No, I have defenses in place.

Deuterium oxide in the radiant heating system

acts as a fair space/time attenuator.

It slows neutrons.

Don't worry, it's not radioactive.

Uh...

Why wouldn't they just assume that you died on 9/11?

Why do you think that they're still after you?

Because they've already found me twice.

I found my way out of New York,

and took a train to the Pacific Northwest.

I had the money and the stock certificates

I'd taken from the safe,

but if I was going to stay hidden,

I needed more.

Historically,

a man named Oliver Norton became a tech millionaire

on his own,

and all I did was insert myself into the process

as invisibly as possible,

and take my fair share.

I had convinced Oliver that I had debilitating phobias,

difficulties dealing with people,

privacy...

I needed a front man for my company

that uses proprietary computer software

to predict market trends.

Of course, I wouldn't let anyone see it,

not even him.

As long as the predictions were correct,

he didn't care.

In fact, he was so grateful,

he constantly wanted to reward me.

And that's when Oliver introduced me

to the woman who became Taylor's mother.

Buddy!

Meet your new assistant.

Assistant?

Hi, Vincent,

it's a pleasure to meet you...

No, no, I don't need an assistant.

Oh, yeah. You do.

I got a company I gotta pretend to run.

No, sorry, I can't...

Trust me, all right?

I already told Irene

all about how you like to do things.

No cell phones, portable radios, webcams.

No life, no fun...

And I completely understand.

Me, I don't like crowds.

I-I'm not sure I'll have anything for you to do.

High-maintenance people

always think that they're low maintenance.

You need this, partner.

It wasn't an assistant I needed,

it was human contact...

and Oliver must have known that.

You said in our initial session

that your wife died of an aneurysm.

Yes.

That was the first time I was discovered.

Dad?

You know I'm not to be disturbed

when I'm in this room.

Sorry, but Pepper wants out,

and Mr. Morraca isn't around.

Well... all right, take her out then.

I'll watch you from here.

Okay.

Hi.

Hello.

Come on, Pepper.

He looks like you.

Fortunately for him,

he looks like the host who provided the chromosomes.

Not me.

David Mailer?

Yeah.

I'm your lawyer.

I don't have a lawyer.

Philip Pearson said you might want my help.

I don't know Philip Pearson.

Friend of Marcy?

Marcy? Oh, my God, yes.

Is she okay?

Are you...

what are you, like a... FBI lawyer?

Wow. No. No.

Jeez, uh, he said she said you were special,

but I didn't realize you were "special".

Well, this...

Sorry, this is...

I-I'm not good at this.

This is so not my thing.

Well, David, fortunately this is my thing,

and I am very good at this.

So...

We're probably lookin' 10 years tops,

nine with good behavior.

What?

Nah, just screwin' with you.

Why would you... Oh, my God.

This isn't how actual law-enforcement officers

behave, MacLaren.

There's giant chunks of time missing from your logs.

It's a miracle

we didn't catch on to you people sooner.

"You people"? What does that mean?

Agent Forbes says, compared to just a few months ago,

you are like a different person...

Jesus, take my blood, take my fingerprints,

take whatever you need...

...who now spends half his time with a high-school senior,

his counselor,

a single mom,

a heroin addict,

a farmer, and...

this one kills me...

a mentally-challenged woman in the care of the state.

Philip Pearson is my C.I. on a hacking case.

We suspected the device

had something do with hijacking Internet...

Let's skip over the part where you pretend

there's a legit scenario

where those people,

in a fucking barn,

with whatever that device is,

makes any sense whatsoever.

Whoever you are

and whoever you work for,

we're on to you now.

I'm a single mom.

There's a lot of folks like me.

This is going to sound weird, and possibly insane,

but I'm just gonna go ahead and say it.

I have a turtle at home,

and I had to leave in a hurry,

and there was a lot of broken glass...

You think this is funny?

No.

I'm just a librarian,

that's all I am.

You're more than that.

Clamps...

She's fibrillating.

Charging, one, two, three.

Clear... shock.

She's stabilizing.

There we go.

That's not me.

It's clearly you.

I have no memory of this.

Don't I get a phone call or something?

Who do you want to call?

My babysitter for one.

Jeffrey Jr. is in the hands of Washington Family Services.

What?

Why?

No, he needs to be with his mother!

God, how long are you going to keep me here?

Sit back down, please...

Permission to break the hell out of here.

I want to see my baby!

Sit down!

I want to see him now!

All right, you call it.

I call what?

Uh... guys?

What are we doing?

Let me see it one more time.

On three.

Two...

I...

One.

On the move.

Right behind you.

Do we know what we're doing?

Getting out of here.

Don't forget Protocol 3.

Don't forget I was ordered to kill you.

Right.

This isn't a good time.

Guys?

I think Philip's this way.

I took his legs out.

He went down pretty hard.

Marcy?

It's probably just a concussion.

He'll live.

Okay, let's go, let's go, let's go.

Come on.

Hey!

That looked like it hurt.

Well, they didn't try to kill anyone,

so you owe me a buck.

What's their progress?

Almost to the gym.

All right.

Let's see what they do.

Boss?

Jesus Christ...

That isn't the way out.

No. It isn't.

Mac, we gotta go.

Go ahead.

Didn't think so.

Okay,

we're here.

Now what?

We were wondering

if you'd really try to destroy the device,

given the opportunity.

It seemed odd, considering you built the thing.

Hey, but now that you're here,

maybe you can show us what it does.

Under supervision,

obviously.

Sorry.

Not gonna happen.

Dr. Kravitz,

you have a visitor in the main lobby.

Dr. Kravitz, you have a visitor in the main lobby.

Mr. and Mrs. Holden?

Is Trevor okay?

He's out of surgery, and we've stopped the bleeding.

What the hell happened?

All I can tell you

is that your son was involved in a shooting,

and that the bullet we removed in order to save his life

was lodged dangerously close his spinal cord.

There's still a great deal of inflammation.

Can we see him?

Tomorrow at the earliest.

So he's gonna be okay?

I'm confident Trevor will survive this.

He's very strong.

But you should know there's a possibility

he may not regain the use of his legs.

How old was Taylor when his mother died?

A baby.

I'd spent the latter half of my life before this one

being eaten away

by a disease that doesn't exist yet.

I never imagined the possibility of family.

A loving wife.

A child.

Irene was convinced that I'd be angry

when she told me about the baby,

afraid I'd think she'd trapped me.

But how could she know

that in the future I'd left behind,

life was so precious...

And new life, so rare,

most precious of all.

Just as she couldn't have known

that a stolen moment while I slept,

a small token of a perfect memory...

...would be the instrument of her death.

An image of me, taken on a cell phone,

time and place recorded,

and posted to a friend,

discovered and acted upon.

Vincent, I think...

You see, we knew it was possible

to send messages directly to the 21st

through a host,

but we projected a 40% chance

that an adult mind might not be able to withstand

the shock of transfer.

That's the whole reason I volunteered to go first!

No one would have to die that wasn't going to die...

Okay, let's just stop...

Artificial Intelligence isn't supposed to be capable

of taking a life that isn't about to end.

The Director shouldn't have risked it,

don't you understand?

No!

Not one part of what you just said.

I apologize.

Vincent, I can't help you

if I don't understand what you're saying.

Of course.

Hey, guys...

I just want to say,

whatever happens from this point...

be proud of what you accomplished.

I still think, in the grand scheme of things,

we did good.

I know we did.

And I still have faith

the Director will find a way.

I believe that with all my heart.

Just...

...maybe not with us.

You all know what you have to do.

Boss, could you be a little more specific?

Self-destruct.

Obviously.

What?

In three...

Two...

One.

Sorry, Wakefield,

you had that coming.

Com 3468...

disable.

Com 3465, disable.

Com 3569,

disable.

3326...

disable.

So long, you guys.

Well, that's my work day.

Text me if anything happens.

We've gone long past the time I allotted for this visit.

I was wondering if we could start fresh...

No, I...

No, I'd rather you stay a little longer.

Vincent, these delusions...

Memories.

...Are a very complex product of severe paranoia.

I can't...

I told you they've found me twice.

"They."

The Director.

All right.

Tell me about the second time.

It was a year later.

The company had become quite successful...

You're not gonna believe how well that meeting went.

Meeting?

Yeah, with the venture capital company, I told you.

I told you it was a bad idea.

They made an offer.

- Now, I didn't commit... - No...

...because they want your software, too, but...

No.

$87 million!

Say no again, I dare you.

Oliver, I told you from the beginning.

I thought we were supposed to be partners!

This is my software.

I've told you,

if we affect the market in any tangible way,

it just doesn't work.

Yeah, okay, one, why is that?

And-and two, who cares?

If we sell the company for 87 million?

I'm not taking "no" for an answer.

You're going to hear them out.

Oliver, wait. Wait!

There is no predictive software.

It doesn't exist, it never has.

All the computers out there, the software,

it's just for show, it's a front.

Then... how have you...

I'm doing it.

No one could have guessed large market trends

that accurately and that often.

That's true, I'm not guessing.

I'm remembering.

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

It means you can't sell the company, Oliver, I'm sorry.

You can't use that in here...

Yeah, I'm breaking the rules

because you're out of your mind!

If I had stayed silent, he might have lived,

but the FCC was investigating the company,

and they had tapped his phone.

Voice recognition and GPS allowed them to find me

the moment I spoke...

Oliver, please, I told you.

Stop, please, I told you, it's dangerous.

I said, stop!

Traveler 001,

you are outside mission parameters.

Self-termination required immediately.

First new message.

Walter, it's Kathryn again.

I'm at my mother's.

Please call me back.

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Callahan,

any idea what's up?

Wakefield just sent me a message to come here.

Yeah, most of us all got the same message.

He does this.

Okay, here I am.

What's so important?

I was going to ask you the same thing.

You just texted me.

I what?

Yeah, me too.

So your business partner also died of an aneurysm?

Yes.

And you became sole owner of the company.

Yes.

You think I killed them.

I told you, it was the Director.

You have nothing to be afraid of, Dr. Perrow.

I feel so much better

having unpacked myself of all that baggage.

I feel nothing but gratitude.

Great.

Well, if you don't mind, I'll be, uh, heading home.

My daughter will be wondering...

Of course, I've kept you too long.

And your cell phone and payment, in cash,

is ready outside.

And I'd like to schedule another appointment, please.

Vincent...

you need medication.

I'm not helping.

Of course you are.

It doesn't even matter that you don't believe me.

I get to talk to someone

who affords me the privacy of doctor-client privilege,

and you get paid a great deal of money.

It really is the ultimate 21st-Century arrangement.

Grace?

Shh!

I had to sneak in here.

What are you doing?

I'm sharing

the medical nanites I was given by D-13

so that you'll be able to walk again.

I heard them talking.

Oh.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

It's going to quadruple my recovery time,

but I suppose you're worth it.

So there's no sweet nanotech for me again?

The Director left me out?

You've lived longer than any human in history,

and you're complaining?

I'm starting to take it personally.

Wait, don't medical nanites need to be programmed

to do specific tasks?

Yes, and I am a...?

Programmer.

Oh, yeah.

I'm sorry, I'm all drugged up.

I got shot.

I stepped in front of you, remember?

Oh, wow, you did.

Thank you for saving me, Grace...

Okay, now shut up and heal.

I need to concentrate.

Walt, I-I thought...

I'm Traveler 4112.

I'm sorry,

I know he was a friend.

How?

0014 built the Quantum Frame with a fail-safe,

one that would level this entire building

the moment Wakefield and his team opened it up.

Which made all of you host candidates.

I heard it happening. How many?

25 of us in the gym, including Wakefield.

What about the...

The Quantum Frame,

it's being dismantled and scrapped.

So, that's it?

That's it. It's over, Grant.

Mac. You call me "Mac."

They shorten everything for some reason.

Mac...

I'm gonna need your help with a Lotta things.

Welcome to the 21st.

Thank you.

Do you really think it's ethical

to plant a bomb,

and then take over the people who would have died

when that bomb went off?

How is that not circular reasoning?

No way the Director would allow that level of technology

in the 21st.

The Director was the one who had it ordered built

in the first place...

Hey...

a wise man once told me,

take the win.

Hey.

They wouldn't tell me much,

but I got a quick look at the monitors

at the nursing station, and...

they're both going to recover.

Well, I'll take that win, too.

Come on, everybody, I'll drop you home.

I think I'm gonna stay.

He would.

I've decided I'm not gonna kill you.

Oh.

Good.

I was gonna ask.

I mean, there must have been

some kind of power struggle back and forth

when all that was goin' down.

Who knows where the order came from, right?

Well, at least it's settled now.

Still...

it must have been hard for you.

Thanks for the lift.

David...

It's the middle of the night.

It won't come out.

I mean, you'd think they'd properly clean up

something like this, you know?

All those people here,

every one of them capable of holding a mop.

But nah, they're just gonna leave a...

a giant blood stain

and a business card

with the number of a cleaning service.

I'm surprised they took away the dead body.

I'm sorry that you had to go through that.

He was a John Doe by the way,

which I found fascinating.

Yeah, not just no I.D.,

no record at all.

But you probably already knew that.

Ray's a heck of a nice guy.

Here, let me help...

Nah, I got it. I'm trying, uh,

I'm trying baking soda.

You know, the good news is,

apparently, the Indian lady that lives next door,

whose name I never knew,

told an Officer Boyd,

whose name I do remember for some reason,

that the person that came into her apartment

was a stocky bald man with a thick Canadian accent.

Those Canadians, man,

you gotta watch out.

But I'm sure you knew all about that, too.

David, here...

David, stop, stop...

Now all I have to do

is make myself available for future questioning,

whatever that means.

That's good.

Oh, it's wonderful.

Can I do anything?

Can I make you some tea?

Um...

You know, I've had about 57 cups,

so I'm... I'm a little wired.

What can I do?

This is nice.

Why don't you take the bed tonight,

I'll take the couch, okay?

You know, I think I will tonight?

I'm really tired.

Okay.

So, how was work?

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