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Traveler d—13 coughs

where's the quantum frame?

Carly: He asked you a question.

She scoffs

do it. It's what I want anyway.

Jenny: You've been doing what we want for months, why stop now?

How many members of the faction are here?

It could be anybody we meet.

And there could be thousands more in the quantum frame.

That's why the director wanted us to destroy it.

Jenny: The director ordered you to build the thing.

I mean, how can you people not see the irony of that?

You just follow it blindly, no matter what.

That's the difference between us.

No. The faction abducts innocent people and overwrites them.

That's the difference between us.

What you do is murder.

What you do is opportunism, like taking hosts just before they die

is so fucking ethical? — yeah. That's exactly what it is.

Hey, guess what? Everybody is going to die.

Some sooner than others.

When we're from, everybody in the 21st is long gone

and for what they did to this planet, good riddance.

Here's what's gonna happen, Jenny.

We're gonna stop this pandemic, and then we are gonna hunt down

every member of the faction in the 21st.

The director's shut down in the future

and most of your team will be dead in less than two weeks

so good luck.

If you're done questioning her

I'd like to take a few tissue samples, run some tests.

Please. Whatever you need to do.

Trevor coughs

we should send out an 808 onto the deep web

and let other travelers know what's going on.

Carly: They'll be monitoring our backchannels.

If the faction's overwritten every single federal agent

that was in that room with the quantum frame

I don't have those assets to use either.

Grace: Ok, this is not that complicated.

Trevor scoffs

I'm saying the director can fix this.

We need to fix the director.

The director exists in the future.

And its reactor's already shut down.

Those are big problems, grace.

The plan's already in place.

When it became apparent that the grand plan

would take longer than our initial projections, the director sent a team

to refine uranium as fuel to extend its operational life.

A few kilos would be enough.

All we have to do

is take the fuel to the location where the director will eventually be built

and it'll be there when the time comes.

Without the faction knowing.

How the hell are we gonna do that?

Whoa! They outsmarted us! Whoop—dee—doo! Get over it!

They can't outsmart the director.

Even if we can just get it back online for a few seconds

that's all the time it'll need to take back control.

And you know where this uranium is?

Pull up a map.

Geiger counter clicks

He sighs it's hot in there.

Ever think you'd hear yourself complain about the heat?

He chuckles — no.

Radiation, maybe.

You really want to lose another game?

Door knocks

who the hell is that?

Door knocks

Lock buzzes

who are you?

I'm 4112.

What're you doing here? — Forbes: I just received orders

to provide backup at this location.

You can lower your gun.

Backup for what?

Damn, I was kind of hoping you could tell me.

I'm sorry, guys.

Squeaky little kid took me by surprise when she first started talking.

I missed the whole first part.

Yeah, messengers are weird.

Yeah, she said something about uranium, maybe?

Yeah, you heard right.

We're refining it.

Fuel for the director.

Forbe: So how the hell do you guys get it to the future?

We don't. — Mark: Yeah, we make it here in the 21st

then we put it away for the director to find it in a few hundred years.

Yeah, we're right on schedule, so I don't know what we need backup for.

Yeah?

Gunshot

how much have you produced?

He stammers: 2.4 kilos.

Why... why did you do that?

Show me where.

Thank you. — gunshots

we're clear.

Lock buzzes

it's in there.

Take it all.

Jeffrey cries — it's ok, it's ok, it's ok.

Shh... — phone rings

it's ok.

Child cries

hello?

Hey, sarge. — child cries

yeah, no, I'm sorry, my son's sick and I had to, uh—...

Yeah, no, no, I understand.

Yeah, I'll come down as soon as his mum gets home.

Ok. Thanks, sarge.

He coughs yeah. That's it.

TV reporter: Yet to be named virus.

/t has infected thousands of people around the world

with the highest infection rates among the most vulnerable...

Pregnant women, children, the elderly, and those with lowered immune systems.

Many are turning to emergency rooms in hopes of treatment

but infection rates are on the rise

with nearly every hospital bed in the city now occupied.

The mayor is expected to make a statement shortly

however, the epidemic has... — she coughs

city and state authorities suggesting that everyone stay in their homes.

What did he do to me?

We just took some blood and tissue samples.

You're still intact.

You understand, don't you?

No.

You used me.

Cuffs click - Philip...

Come on. I was on a mission, just like you.

We want the same thing. We just go about it a different way.

We forget about...

The protocols and the director, and all those limitations, and we just...

Do what needs to be done, what's right.

Like Calloway and aleksander.

That's very different than murdering almost a third of the population.

To save everyone else.

Not a bargain I can make.

Well, it's done.

There's no going back now.

We're not giving up just yet.

You should.

Your people won't be able to stop this

and there's nothing an historian can do.

Just think about the time you've got left.

Let's get out of here.

When I found you, you had swallowed a bottle of pills.

Why?

Guilt?

I feel no guilt at all.

This is for the greater good, and I can't believe you don't see that!

Then why the pills?

Because I was trying to end it before the virus ran its course.

You feel sick now?

It's only gonna get worse.

This virus is designed to keep the infected alive

as long as possible, to help the spread

and make the authorities think that it's not as serious as it really is.

So when people start to really die, it's too late.

And the last days of it are not something I want to go through.

Well, now you're gonna suffer...

Along with everyone else...

For every last minute.

She sighs

They're keeping a pretty low profile.

Maclaren: I think that's the idea.

Ok.

Watch our six and listen in on com.

Copy that.

He knocks

who is it?

3468, on a protocol Alpha mission.

Lock buzzes

3224. What's going on?

Carly: We need to pull up the delivery.

It's urgent.

Traveler 3224: Is this a joke?

No.

The reactor won't need more fuel for hundreds of years.

It's the here and now we're worried about.

This “flu” that's going around is about to become a pandemic.

And what's that got to do with us? — let's talk inside, shall we?

All we have is in the lab down the hall.

But I still don't see what refined uranium has to do with a pandemic.

Trevor: Boss, this guy picked the wrong

random traveler number. 3224 died six months ago.

These guys are all faction.

Well, I wish I could tell you the whole plan, but, you know... protocol two.

No. I don't know.

I'm gonna need more.

Like what? Something in writing?

The director isn't good enough for you?

You could be pretending to be somebody else.

I am pretending to be somebody else.

It's in the job description. Are you new here?

No.

I just don't want to see uranium fall into the wrong hands.

Well, neither do we.

Hands on your head.

Gun hits floor — door.

Lock buzzes

show him where it is.

Long gone. Have a look for yourself.

Trev.

Any of your team showing any symptoms yet?

You look like you're in the early stages.

Where did you take it? — even if I told you, the others would know

and they'd just move it to a safe place.

Some of them are on their way here now. You're more than welcome to wait.

No sign of uranium in the lab.

Shit!

Feel better? — no.

I do. — come on.

Coughing — indistinct chatter

this been tested?

David: Soup's safe, Bob.

I promise. — how'd you know my name?

Why does no—one ever recognise me with this thing on?

It's me. — David?

You shouldn't be here. — well, where else would I be?

All my friends are here.

Bob coughs

soup's delicious. I tested it myself.

It'll make you strong and fight that bug going around.

Bob coughs

Traveler d—13 coughs

traveler d—13: I've got to get back to my team.

I've done about all I can for Boyd at this point.

I wanted to give you these.

They're not programmed to affect the viral load

but if she starts to go into organ failure, they might buy you some time.

Thank you. — aren't nanites by directive only?

Well, with the director down, I figure the discretion falls on me.

Boyd's a good medic. We could use her.

We'll do what we can.

Traveler d—13: Good luck.

I'd be willing to trade information in exchange for those nanites.

I thought you wanted to die.

Not if the cure's right in front of me. I'm not stupid.

You're the control. You get nothing.

Door opens

well? — there was no uranium.

Just the faction...

Waiting for us.

Why are you looking at me like that?

You're the one that sent us there. — aw, that is so insulting.

Yes, I did!

Because we absolutely need it and time is short.

You need to find out where it is and go get it.

They're a step ahead of us, at least. We need another option.

There aren't any other options!

We need to get the director back online.

The faction has been planning this for a long time.

So we gotta think outside the box.

There's a military base just north of here.

Ns Wallace.

You're thinking nuclear weapons?

That's nowhere near the box, Philip.

But that's ideal, from a fuel perspective.

A few hundred years is nothing compared to the half—life of plutonium.

It would be difficult. — closer to impossible!

And if we've thought about it, then the faction probably has too.

Well...

Doesn't sound like we have much of a choice.

I got you some groceries so you won't have to go out for the next few days.

The store was a madhouse.

I heard there's looting going on.

Yeah, a few assholes.

How're you feeling?

I'm ok.

Hot. Headache.

Temperature's up near 100.

Let's cool you down.

TV blares

the news said this was an epidemic.

Is it really that bad?

Hopefully that's a...

Bit of an overreaction.

Doctor, what can you tell me... — what is it?

About the virus? — they're not sure yet.

They're working on it. But you...

Are sick, and you need to rest.

Man on TV: So much so

that while many of the symptoms match the common flu

it technically can't be...

What do you know?

How sick am I? — he sighs

Grant?

I don't know.

Ok, what do we do?

The safest place for you is right here.

“Safest”? Ok, now you're starting to scare me.

Maybe we should go to the hospital. — not where you want to be right now.

Look_.

The next couple days, it's gonna be hard for me to get home.

Couple of days? — I will try to—...

What about you? You're gonna be exposed.

I've got to support the people who are trying to solve this.

And you've got to take your meds and rest

and give your body...

And that baby the fuel that they need.

Ok? That means fresh fruit, not salted meat.

Do you have to go so soon?

The sooner I go, the sooner I come back.

I love you.

So?

Took all night, but they're done.

Good work. How's everybody holding up?

We can nap in the car.

When I left, you were afraid the device wouldn't have enough range.

Yeah, we fixed that.

How does it know when to activate?

Well, the director is programmed to broadcast an emergency signal

if it's ever powered down.

Which should trigger the device and activate it.

“Should”?

Do you want me to go over a list of things that could go wrong with this plan?

No, thank you.

It'll work, boss. — Carly: We're good to go.

Alright, then let's gear up.

Trevor: Road trip!

How is she?

Uh... she sighs

her viral load's holding steady but she's not getting any better.

The nanites will help, right?

Could help.

Could make things worse.

The faction planned this well.

It's hard to know what contingencies they've thought of.

Use grace as you see fit, but keep your eye on her.

And... take care.

You too.

Coughing

sirens wail in distance

hey, Bob? I brought you some soup.

Bob?

Bob?

Bob!

Oh, no!

Jeffrey cries — voicemail beeps

hey, Carly, it's me. I'm getting worried about you.

About Jeffrey...

He coughs listen, I'm sick as shit. Please...

Call me, let me know where you are, that you're ok.

Child cries

your son says “hi” too.

Phone beeps

child cries

device whirs

Jenny coughs

she exhales

you're a hypocrite.

You're all high and mighty about sacrificing lives to save the future

and then treat me like a lab rat.

You did this to yourself.

Jenny coughs

this is a waste of resources.

I should be programming the nanites.

Not yet. — why not?

Because I want to see if the anti—serum will work first.

I'm close.

Boyd will be dead before you're done!

Well, she's my patient.

We both know, in the time we come from, medical nanites more or less replace you.

Ok, if you want to be helpful

why don't you use your computer and hack into the CDC

and find out what kind of progress they've made?

The who?

Hack into them too, if you'd like.

Like either the center for disease control

or the world health organization is gonna know

how to deal with a virus designed in the future?

Let's contact the 15th century

and hire an exorcist! — would you please stop talking?

You little power—tripper.

I am trying to save your life! — Jenny coughs

well, you're not doing a very good job.

I feel awful.

Where are you going?

To the bathroom.

She coughs

Hi. We're, uh—— — this is a designated exit, sir.

Oh. Sorry. Uh...

What's he doing?

Just his job.

Everybody relax.

All these guys could be faction.

If it goes down, I'll take the booth guard.

Easy! We're not gonna get our warhead

if we start shooting people.

We're trapped in here, and there's cameras everywhere.

Everybody, calm the fuck down.

Base is under quarantine, sir. — I'm aware of that.

I'm special agent Grant maclaren from the FBI.

I've got a meeting with captain Garcia on urgent business.

All appointments have been cancelled—— — vice admiral donahue

arranged the meeting, so I assure you, the meeting has not been cancelled.

Check again.

He whispers: Carly!

Guard: I see it here now, sir.

Great. And the gate?

Just waiting for your passes to print, sir.

Building four.

On your right.

Appreciate it.

She coughs

She knocks

grace shouts: What?

You alright? — grace: No, I'm dying

but I still need to go to the bathroom periodically.

Water runs

well, you've been in there for a while. I was just concerned.

I'm fine!

Toilet flushes

Did you see where she put the nanites?

In there.

Jenny coughs

What're you doing? — shh.

Shhhh...

Captain Garcia?

Special agent maclaven from the FBI.

It's “maclaren.” — your pass says “maclaven”.

Garcia: Agent maclaren knows his name, Ms. Jackson.

Should I issue a new pass?

He won't be here that long. You can go.

That doesn't sound promising.

It is what it is.

I'm sure the admiral relayed the urgency of our request.

And your pass says maclaven.

People make mistakes. — maclaren: Our request isn't one of them.

How does that particular warhead

possibly help prevent a pandemic?

I'm not authorised to explain.

Shame. I'd pay good money to hear it.

Carly: While you're deciding whether to help us or not

a deadly virus is spreading worldwide.

You're being a little melodramatic, aren't you?

Flu kills people every year. — It's far worse than what's been reported.

There are millions of people infected already even if they haven't presented symptoms yet.

And it's spreading exponentially.

The admiral's email said you'd be coming in with CDC personnel.

Is that supposed to be you?

They're specialists.

Uh—huh.

This is making less and less sense the more I hear.

If you'd like to call the admiral, I'm sure—— — Garcia: Not necessary.

My orders were clear.

The warhead is being separated from the torpedo as we speak

for what good that could possibly do.

It's being loaded directly into your vehicle.

I just don't like ordnance leaving my base without an explanation.

Trust me when I say you're helping to save millions of lives.

I hope I'm one of them.

I feel like shit and so do half the people on my base.

I will personally make sure that the people of this base

are among the first to receive the antidote once it's ready.

Coughing

David.

You should go home.

Yeah, I'm just gonna sit for a bit.

You've done your fair share.

Government's getting serious. There's looting going on.

Loofing?

He scoffs

I saw a movie a few months back where something like this happened.

It was very believable.

But I never bought the looting.

“Hey everyone's getting sick, so let's...

"Let's break that window and steal that TV.”

I... I don't get that.

Me neither.

I mean, you get a pretty decent TV for next to nothing nowadays

compared to what I got mine for? God.

David. — the expensive part is the cable.

David...

Go home.

Yeah.

No, I, I'm waiting for Marcy to come by.

Maybe I should go home.

It's a good idea.

I should've swung that fucking axe.

Forbes would've shot you.

Thirty percent of the human population...

Including all of you.

Trevor: Boss, you can't blame yourself

for not being able to foresee the unthinkable.

That's why they call it “unthinkable”.

Can't think it. — still, I know how you feel.

I'm the one that provided the faction with the virus.

You were drugged.

Again.

Stop. It's done.

You know, I've been wondering about that.

Maybe the director can undo this.

How?

The future can only send a consciousness back

as far as the most recent traveler, right?

And travelers are arriving all the time

all over the world

as part of the grand plan...

But the last one had to have been months ago...

Before the director went down.

Before all this happened.

The faction might not be able to send consciousness back

or establish a tell, but messengers count.

It's still a transfer of information from the future.

Trevor coughs he's right.

Messengers cause the same ripples in space—time as travelers.

Philip: And we know the faction has sent messengers recently.

They thought of everything.

Well, guys, on the bright side...

We're almost home.

Coughing

hard to believe where we're walking right now

is under a kilometre of ice in a few hundred years.

The domes get built right over there.

We've only ever seen the shelters from the inside.

Carly coughs

She pants and gasps

what's wrong?

What's wrong?

She gasps

aw, shit. Marcy!

Jenny gasps — monitor beeps rapidly

What happened?

She shouldn't be having respiratory issues at this stage.

You didn't trust me. I had no choice.

What'd you do?

I instructed the nanites

to pull the virus into red blood cells where it can't survive.

She should be getting better.

The faction predicted that countermeasure.

The virus blocks red blood cells' ability to carry oxygen.

She's suffocating.

Marcy: Turn them off! — deactivating the nanites

will be like flushing them down the drain! — turn them off or she's gonna die.

Either way, they're useless now.

Monitor beeps rapidly

Grace: There, she's better.

No, she's not better!

She's right back to where she started.

They've been ahead of us this whole time.

Did you not think the faction was gonna factor in nanites?

This is all because you didn't trust me!

Why should I?

You're alive because of me.

And perfectly healthy.

Am I?

When you reset me

you left out some things.

What'd you leave out, grace?

This is what you want to talk about

when we're all dying? — I'm not dying! You are.

Kathryn coughs — TV blares

Kathryn groans oh...

Toilet flushes

Oh...

She sighs

phone buttons click

voicemail: You've reached special agent Grant maclaren. Please leave a—...

And looting continue to run rampant

among fears of the virus that is plaguing nearly every nation on earth.

Local authorities are struggling to maintain order...

And while the death toll continues to rise

fewer and fewer people are finding themselves

able to recover from the deadly disease.

Health officials continue to search for answers...

Philip coughs

Want to take a break? — Philip coughs

no, I'm good.

Ok. Come on.

Almost there.

Guns on the ground!

Secure the warhead.

Where are you taking it?

Forbes: Somewhere it can't power the director.

Oh, come on.

Of course we knew you'd try something like this

when you didn't get the uranium.

Don't beat yourself up!

You're a good team, and we need numbers.

We should be working together.

I don't think so.

The director had its chance.

Didn't change a goddamn thing in the future!

Other than create the faction.

The future we came from, you all died in the collapse of shelter 41.

He laughs

why can't I wrap my head around that shit? — why am I not surprised?

Alright.

Thanks for the plutonium.

We'll make sure to put it to good use.

Let's go! — maclean: Plutonium?

What... you think we brought a nuclear warhead in here?

I thought you said that they were watching all of our communications.

There was a typo in my admiral donahue email that...

It may have thrown them off.

When I wrote “Mark 45 warhead” instead of, uh...

What was it? Mark 46? — oh! Oh, right.

The 45 was nuclear. That makes total sense.

Philip: Except the Mark 45 torpedo was decommissioned in 1976.

On a Wednesday.

Never in a million years

could we get a nuclear warhead from a us naval station.

Your friends just walked away with a conventional

Mark 46 antisubmarine warhead.

Device hums

Carly, I think they're far enough away now.

Device beeps

heavy gunfire

Soldiers grunt

Device is in place and activated.

Turn around.

He chuckles come on, Mac.

I'm unarmed.

You really think you can kill me in cold blood?

I really do.

High—pitch ringing — Jenny screams

ringing in Forbes' ears

Jenny screams

Forbes screams

I'm traveler 4991.

It worked.

The director's back up and running.

The cure has been sent to the 21st.

Forbes: The encrypted beacon on the device was activated

almost the moment power to the director was cut off.

It took some time for us to find and recover it

but we got to it without them knowing...

Even when we broke through, the energy source was only capable

of powering the director for three seconds.

Enough time for the director to reroute the power to itself through the network.

Cut off the faction's access to the reactor.

Design the cure...

To win the war.

How many faction are still here?

It's impossible to know how many were sent into the quantum frame.

The director won't have a tell for all of them.

He chuckles

phone buzzes

maclaren: Kat? — Grant.

I have been so worried.

I've been trying to call you. — / know, sorry.

But all the work we've been doing, it's paid off.

You're gonna be ok.

I'm so sick. Don't say that if it's not real.

No, I promise, we've had a breakthrough. Watch the news.

I... I'll be... I'll be back with you as fast as I can.

I'm worried about the baby.

I'll be back tomorrow at the latest.

Helicopters approach

maybe sooner.

He didn't answer.

We did it.

That means we should be able to wake you up soon.

Grace: One, she can't hear you.

Two... I can't believe you're giving her the cure first.

I'm standing right here! — Boyd is far more sick.

Am I at least next?

No. The newly arrived traveler in her very sick host body, then you.

Oh, just admit you hate me.

TV blares

Kat?

Sweetheart, hey. Hey, wake up.

Oh... you're home?

And I've got something for you.

Turns TV off

come on.

What is it?

No, I can't take any medicine, in case it affects the baby.

I got this directly from the CDC.

I made sure to ask. It's perfectly safe.

It works really fast.

I'm going to let you sleep.

No. Can you just lie with me for a bit?

Just for a minute.

I would like nothing more.

Jeff?

Jeffrey?

Jeffrey!

Carly?

Child cries

I know you were trying to call. I had to get this first.

It's a treatment for the virus.

What? Where did you get it?

Child cries — it doesn't matter.

It'll cure you both.

I was so scared.

I didn't know what to do. You didn't come home.

I didn't know what to do but hold him.

Child cries — oh...

He coughs

give him to me. I know.

I'm supposed to go to work soon as you got home, but...

It's ok.

Just rest a while first.

Carly: I know. I know, I know. — yeah, I think I will.

Carly: I know.

Child cries

The cure was developed by scientists at the centre for disease control

and is now being mass produced

and sent to health officials... — door opens

around the world. It's estimated that within a few months...

Marce! — the disease will be all but eradicated.

You hear they cured this thing? — the death rate is expected to drop—...

Ah, you're probably the one that came up with it.

Not this time.

Did you stay inside?

No.

No, I was helping out at one of the shelters. — David...

You could have been exposed.

Yeah, I was.

The people I work with

are the first ones to be forgotten when something like this happens.

You're not gonna give me that, are you?

Only if you're sick.

Speaking of sick...

This man I know just collapsed...

While I was trying to get him soup.

Your pulse is good.

And while they were wheeling him out...

I felt like one of those minor characters in a movie that does not end well.

And I thought to myself...

“Marcy's gonna give me shit if I end up dying from this.”

Because I can't help myself.

You mean from helping others?

Yeah, but isn't that what you do too?

Open your mouth. — your way of doing things...

Garbled: Is more impressive.

Right. Well, you're not sick.

Well, maybe you should give me the shot anyway.

No symptoms.

If you were exposed, it means you're immune.

So, find your friend who collapsed and give this to him.

Ok? — yeah.

What, you're leaving again?

I have other patients.

I just wanted to make sure that you were ok.

Wow. House call.

I'll be back later, if that's alright.

Don't wait up.

Door closes

yeah, I probably will.

I thought you were going home.

Just came back to check on my patients.

How are you guys feeling?

Trevor groans oh...

Much better, thank you.

Good.

You'll be happy to know that the CDC has set up treatment centres

to disseminate the antiviral en masse.

And Jenny...

That is, Jenny 3.0...

Is coordinating deliveries.

Boyd: Marcy?

Oh, yeah. She woke up a while ago.

Hey. — Boyd: Hey.

How're you feeling?

Mm. Like shit.

But I'll live.

I'll also live, thanks for asking.

I still haven't heard from the other two members of my team

but I'm hoping—...

Door knocks