All language subtitles for Travelers Season 2 Episode 6 U235

Where's the quantum frame?

He asked you a question.

Do it. It's what I want anyway.

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.

The Director ordered you
to build the thing.

How can you people
not see the irony of that?

Y-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.

Guess what.

Everybody is going to die,

some sooner than others.

Where 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 is 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.

We should send out an SOS
on the deep web

and let other travelers know
what's going on.

They'll be monitoring our back channels.

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.

Okay, this is not that complicated.

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?

Oh, 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.

It's hot in there.

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

No.

Radiation, maybe.

You really want to lose another game?

Who the hell is that?

Who are you?

I'm 4112.

What are you doing here?

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-- 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.
It's fuel for the Director.

How the hell do you get it
to the future?

We don't.

Make it in the 21st, put it away for the
Director to find in a few hundred years.

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

Yeah.

How much have you produced?

2.4 kilos.

Why-- why did you do that?

Show me where.

Thank you.

We're clear.

It's in there.

Take it all.

It's okay, it's okay.

Shh.

It's okay.

Ahh.

Hello?

Hey, Sarge.

Yeah, no, I'm sorry,
my son is sick and I had to, uh...

Yeah, no, no, I understand.

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

Okay, thanks, Sarge.

Yeah, that's it.

...yet-to-be-named virus.

It 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 authorities

suggesting that everyone stay
in their homes.

What did he do to me?

Just took some blood
and tissue samples.

You're still intact.

You understand, don't you?

No. You used me.

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 of those limitations,
and we just...

do what needs to be done,
and 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 a 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 going to suffer.

Along with everyone else.

For every last minute.

They're keeping it pretty low profile.

Think that's the idea.

Okay.

Watch our six
and listen in on comm.

Copy that.

Who is it?

3468, on a Protocol Alpha mission.

3224. What's going on?

We need to pull up a delivery.
It's urgent.

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.

This guy picked the wrong
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. 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.

Door.

Show 'em 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.

This been tested?

Soup's safe, Bob, I promise.

How'd you know my name?

Why does no one ever recognize 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.

Soup's delicious.

I tested it myself.

Make you strong to fight
that bug that's going around.

I've got to get back to my team.

I've done all I can for Boyd.

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.

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.

- Well?
- There's no uranium.

Just the Faction, waiting for us.

Why are you looking at me like that?

You were the one that sent us there.

Ohh, that is so insulting.

Yes, I did, because we absolutely need it,
and time is short.

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 field 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.

Store was a madhouse.

I heard there's looting going on.

Yeah, a few assholes.

How are you feeling?

I'm okay.

Hot. Headache.

Temperature's up near a hundred.

Let's cool you down.

The news said this was an epidemic.
Is it really that bad?

Hopefully that's a...
bit of an overreaction.

What is it?

I'm not sure yet.
I'm working on it.

But you are sick and you need to rest.

So much so that while many
of the symptoms match the common flu,

-it can't be classified...
- What do you know?

How sick am I?

Grant?

I don't know.

Okay, what do we do?

The safest place for you is right here.

Safest? Okay, now you're
starting to scare me.

-Maybe we should go to the hospital.
-Not where you want to be right now.

Look.

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 have got to support the people
who are trying to solve this.

And you gotta take your meds and rest...

and give your body

and that baby
the fuel that they need, okay?

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.

And 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?

Want me to go over a list of things
that could go wrong with this plan?

No, thank you.

- It'll work, boss.
- We're good to go.

- All right then, let's gear up.
- Road trip!

How is she?

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.

Hey, Bob, I brought you some soup.

Bob? Bob?

Bob?

Oh, no.

Hey, Carly, it's me.

I'm getting worried about you.

About Jeffrey.

Listen, I'm sick as shit. Please, call me.

Let me know where you are,
that you're okay.

Your son says hi, too.

You're a hypocrite.

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

and then you treat me like a lab rat.

You did this to yourself.

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.

Okay, 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 just please stop talking?

- You little power tripper.
- I am trying to save your life.

Well, you're not doing a very good job.
I feel awful.

Where are you going?

To the bathroom.

-Hi, we're, uh--
-This is a designated exit, sir.

Oh, sorry, uh, w--

-What's he doing?
-Just his job.

Everybody relax.

All of 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 are trapped in here.
There's cameras everywhere.

Everybody calm the fuck down.

-The base is under quarantine, sir.
-I'm aware of that.

I'm Special Agent Grant MacLaren.
I'm with the FBI.

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

All appointments
have been canceled--

Vice Admiral Donahue
arranged the meeting,

so I assure you the meeting
has not been canceled.

Check again.

Carly.

All right, I see it here now, sir.

Great. Open the gate?

Just waiting for your passes
to print, sir.

Building Four.

On your right.

Appreciate it.

What?

You all right?

No, I'm dying,

but I still need to go
to the bathroom periodically.

You've been in there for a while.
I was just concerned.

I'm fine!

Did you see where
she put the nanites?

They're in there.

Wait, what are you doing?

Shh. Shh.

Captain Garcia?

Special Agent MacLaven from the FBI.

That's MacLaren.

Your pass says "MacLaven."

Agent MacLaren knows his name,
Miss 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.

Our request isn't one of them.

How does that particular warhead
possibly help prevent a pandemic?

I'm not authorized to explain.

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

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.

And it's spreading exponentially.

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

Is that supposed to be him?

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--

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.

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.

Looting?

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.

That's a good idea.

I should've swung that fucking axe.

Forbes would have shot you.

Thirty percent of the human population.

Including all of you.

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.

He's right.

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

And we know the Faction
has sent messengers recently.

They thought of everything.

Well, guys, on the bright side...

we're almost home.

Hard to believe
where we're walking right now

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

The domes get built right over there.

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

What's wrong? What's wrong?

Aw, shit.

Marcy!

What happened?

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

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

What did 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.

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.

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 that the Faction
was going to 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 dying?

I'm not dying, you are!

Over to you.

Concern continues to grow
regarding the global virus

that has ballooned
to epidemic proportions.

The World Health Organization
has declared a state of emergency

as the infection continues
to spread at a record rate.

Health authorities in London,
Paris, and Rome

have begun seeing the death toll rise,

and fear we may be far
from the end of the global pandemic...

You've reached
Special Agent Grant MacLaren.

Rioting 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

due to low numbers,
as a result of their own members

falling ill from the disease.

Recovery itself continues to be an issue,

and while the death toll
continues to rise,

fewer and fewer people
are finding themselves

fully recovering from the deadly disease.

Officials continue to search
for answers...

Good luck.

Set it down.

Want to take a break?

-No, I'm good.
-Okay.

Come on.

Almost there.

Guns on the ground!

Secure the warhead!

Where are you taking it?

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.

Why can't I wrap my head around that?

Why am I not surprised?

All right.

Thanks for the plutonium.

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

Let's go!

Plutonium?

What, do 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 may have thrown them off,

when I wrote Mark 45 warhead
instead of-- uh, what was that?

-Uh, Mark 46?
-Oh-- oh, right.

'Cause the 45 was nuclear.
That makes total sense.

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 walked away

with a conventional
Mark 46 antisubmarine warhead.

Totally different.

Shit.

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

Device is in place and activated!

Turn around.

Come on, Mac.

I'm unarmed.

You really think you can kill me
in cold blood?

I really do.

I'm traveler 4991.

It worked.

The Director's back up and running.

The cure has been sent to the 21st.

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.

Kat?

Grant. I have been so worried.
I've been trying to call you.

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

You're gonna be okay.

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'll-- 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.

Maybe sooner.

He didn't answer.

We did it.

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

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 a very sick host body,

then you.

Ohh, just admit you hate me.

Kat.

Sweetheart, hey. Hey, wake up.

You're home.

Yeah, and I've got something for you.

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.

Here.

Works really fast.

I'm gonna let you sleep.

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

Just for a minute.

I would like nothing more.

Mm. Ah...

Jeff?

Jeffrey?

Jeffrey?

Carly?

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?

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.

Give him to me. I know, I know.

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

It's okay. Just rest a while first.

I know, baby, I know, I know.

-Yeah, I think I will.
-I know.

The cure was developed by scientists

at the Center for Disease Control
and is now being mass-produced

and sent to health officials
around the world.

Marce.

Uh... did you hear that they
cured this thing?

You're probably the one
that came up with it.

Not this time.

Did you stay inside?

No.

No, I was helping
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 give 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...

is more impressive.

All right, 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.

-Okay.
-Yeah?

What, you're leaving again?

I have other patients.

I wanted to make sure you were okay.

Wow. House call.

Well, I'll be back later,
if that's all right.

Don't wait up.

Yeah, I probably will.

Thought you were going home.

Just came back
to check on my patients.

How you guys feeling?

Much better, thank you.

Good.

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

to disseminate the antiviral en masse,

and Jenny...

that is, Jenny 3.0...

is coordinating deliveries.

Marcy?

Oh, yeah, she woke up a while ago.

-Hey.
-Hey.

How you feelin'?

Hmm, 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...