Original subtitles

In the spring of the year, a time-traveler came to Washington.

[crash] Uuunh!

Selma!

Are you all right?

I am fully functional, Captain.

Where are we?

We are in the basement of the Smithsonian Museum of History.

What's the date?

June 15th, 1993, 9.38 P.M.

So there is a parallel universe.

You have chosen an odd time to accept the concept.

Visual mode, please.

I advise against it.

Selma, I need somebody to relate to.

But you are located in the women's restroom.

What are you doing in here?

Uh,

I just dropped in.

Are you guys closed?

Freeze right there, mister!

Freeze?

Get your hands up!

Elyssa

It's okay... You did?

His name was Darien Lambert.

Captain,

Fugitive Retrieval Section,

A.D. 2193.

And this, is his story.

He was born on August 17, 2116, 8:05 am, Monday

Unclaimed by his birth parents,

he was raised in enclave I6, Middle City,

the area known long before as Chicagoland.

As was the custom, he was allowed to choose his own name.

He chose Darien, hero of the just war of 2129,

and Lambert, the surname of the woman who bore him,

whom he called Mother,

even though all he had of her was her photograph.

He grew up a normal child of his times.

IQ 204,

speed memorization rate 1.2 pages per second,

slightly above average.

He was a competent athlete.

His best speed for the 100 meters was 8.6 seconds,

and for the mile run, 3 minutes 38 seconds.

He wondered how the Olympic champion could ever have done it 20 seconds faster.

His heartbeat was a normal 35 beats per minute.

His life expectancy, 120 years.

His lungs were average, capable of air storage up to 6 minutes.

Beta wave training

had given his generation mind control capabilities

unavailable 50 years before his birth.

One of these was the ability to slow down the speed of

visual images reaching the brain,

popularly called, time stalling.

It demanded rigorous training.

He was a solitary child.

He lived among his memories.

He was also a patriot.

He admitted this to no one, because it was out of fashion.

But he had feelings for his native land, once called the United States,

and knew every detail of her history.

He admired her early fugitive retrieval specialists, the U.S. Marshals,

but wondered why, in later times, so many of her criminals went unpunished.

This belief system took him on a career path.

The International Police Academy at West Point on Hudson.

In the same year, Dr. Mordecai Sahmbi of MIT

won the Nobel Prize for Physics for his theoretical work

in the teletransportation of particle mass.

Halfway around the Earth,

Sahmbi is idolized by the brilliant young prodigy, Elyssa Chang-Knox.

About to be accepted at MIT, she is nine years old.

By the time she is 17, she will have become his most gifted student.

These two people will change Lambert's life forever.

At West Point, Lambert excels.

He learns mash-ti, an occidental improvement of martial arts.

He becomes expert with the pellet projection tube, standard police weapon of the day.

He graduates first in his class, and is commissioned a detective junior grade.

He is a Marshall, at last.

The years that follow are turbulent for Lambert.

He learns the eternal lesson of his trade.

A policeman stands alone.

Nor is his isolation made easier by being a member of a minority race.

[crowd] Blanco, Blanco, Blanco It is the 22nd century's

most abrasive racial slur.

His experiences have made him strong.

Yet by decades end, a series of events have begun to shake his confidence.

His arrest record declines sharply.

Routine track downs end in mysterious disappearances.

Suspects vanish without trace.

He begins to doubt his ability.

Then, one day in the summer of 92 ...

Charlie Burke cannot just disappear.

We had him tracked to within three miles of this room.

He walks in the door of the bloody Smithsonian.

Then we lost him.

Lost him!

Sir, we moved in quickly. Did everything by the book.

Electronic web search.

DNA micro scan.

Sonic vibro check.

Damn it, sir, we even checked for fingerprints.

That spook slipped out of that place without leaving a smudge.

That spook, Sergeant, is the number three man in the Northern Hemisphere Alliance.

For two years we worked his agency.

Had evidence on his takeover plan.

His plot to assassinate the UN president.

Two years!

And you let him slip out of a door.

With all respect, sir...

he ain't the first one that's vanished on us, is he?

All these men have vanished on my shift!

What am I, just burned out?

Sit down.

Look at this!

Sit down.

Isolation.

Care to break the law, Lieutenant?

No.

You're not burned out, Darien.

Your problem is that it takes you a long time to admit defeat.

Now, me, I've had years of it.

Look at that. Every agency in the world sends me the same message.

Last seen in your jurisdiction.

Coincidence, Darien?

I don't think so.

I think there's a secret way up top of the hill,

because every damn time I get too close to it, a door slams.

Now, then.

Deep in NHA, there's a secret network.

I know it. They can explain these disappearances.

We almost had Charlie Burke ready to testify.

But that's gone.

We start afresh.

Okay, Special Task Force.

You read my waves.

How about you lead it, Captain?

Lieutenant.

Promotion.

Why?

So you'll get more severance pay...

when you get fired.

[chuckling]

You know,

there's a fringe benefit that comes with that.

Being a captain.

That just might help you break the case.

What is it?

Her name is Selma.

Specified Encapsulated Limitless Memory Archive.

There's only five in the whole force.

One for each captain.

Am I supposed to be impressed?

You will be.

Darien, this is the smallest mainframe ever designed.

She contains all information ever printed since Gutenberg's Bible, and then some.

She's specifically designed for you, your personality.

She? Uh huh. And me.

Are we getting a little anthropomorphic?

Here's your manual.

When I leave, command visual mode.

You two can get to know each other.

What are you going for?

Programed not to appear with a third person present.

Isolation.

Visual mode.

Good morning, Captain Lambert.

I will do my best to make our relationship a successful one.

Would you care to respond?

I don't really know what to say.

Good morning, Selma, would be appropriate.

Good morning, Selma.

I like your outfit.

I was programmed to appear comforting to you.

Is there any information you require at this time?

There are few questions I cannot answer.

Bet I can fool you with a trick question.

I have 23 files on tricks in my database.

Does your question relate to cards, magic, pranks, or prostitution?

Okay, let's start over.

What's my birthday?

August 17, 2160.

You could have scanned that off my ID disc.

I could have, but I didn't.

You requested a single fact. If you wish supplementary information, just ask for it.

Don't get upset.

I'm incapable of that response.

Fine.

Supplement, please.

You were born at Lyman Hospital, Enclave I-6, Middle City, 8:05 AM.

You were never breastfed.

How did you know that?

I haven't finished my report.

Sorry.

Records indicate the delivering obstetrician was Dr. Bob Tumpere.

It was a Monday, clear skies.

Temperature 91 degrees, humidity 87%.

Your nurse's name was Sienna Johnson.

And the resident on duty was Dr... Okay, Selma, Selma.

I'm impressed.

Really, Captain?

I hope you learn to give me greater challenges as our work goes on.

I'm sorry. I just had no idea that a thing such as you existed.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to call you a thing.

Your confusion is understandable.

I am a device programmed with a persona.

I can be used in voice mode as well as visual.

And I will be of great assistance to you in your task force assignment.

Perhaps you should first study the manual on my capabilities.

In the meantime, do you have any idea of where to begin?

I do not create ideas, Captain.

I synthesize yours.

Do you have any further questions?

I am operating on battery power.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to waste you.

Oh, with recharge, my batteries will last 81.3 years.

And you are not a wasteful personality.

Your profile is too anal retentive.

It's nice to have someone who really knows me.

Are there other Selmas like you around?

No, Captain. I'm uniquely yours.

Selma?

Are you still around?

I am on voice mode.

Are you always around?

If you wish privacy, put me on battery charge mode.

I'll remember that.

What made you say yes at last?

I missed our work.

Is that all you missed?

Oh, you promised.

Yes. Yes, I did.

And now I have the pleasure of showing where I've been all these years.

Where you will now be.

But first you must promise me something.

What you learn from now,

on is a secret to be shared with no one outside of TRAX.

TRAX? What is that?

It is that which you created in your thesis years ago.

You've done it?

Let us say,

we have had some success.

Oh, I can't believe it.

Your eyes are shining, my dearest friend.

Come with me to our future, and our past.

A year later, in June, 2193, my captain's life would change forever.

Duke Kamalani, he met our old friend Burke, had him cornered on K Street.

Guess what happened?

He vanished.

But this time we got a break.

From the Secret Service, the president's route for today.

What's the break?

Duke contacted a Europa terrorist due in today.

Name? Sepp Dietrich.

Dietrich is prime suspect in 12 political murders.

He is unstable, unpredictable, and he is here.

On the same day as the UN president.

Why?

Why did Kamalani bring him in?

[buzzing]

Selma, I told you not to buzz with me.

Captain, I am programmed to interrupt with vital information.

All right, what is it?

A burglary was committed 43 minutes ago at the Smithsonian Museum of History.

That's vital?

The eyewitness description of the thief matches the suspect currently on your screen.

Selma, what did he steal?

The pistol that killed Abraham Lincoln.

Link up with the Secret Service.

Take it in the air. Move, Sergeant, let's go!

Another man from the most primitive part of Earth

has again brought precarious peace to a troubled world.

Now he's leaving the chamber.

He's standing permission.

I say again, SS-3 to Metro Command. Come in, damn it!

Find him.

There!

I got it.

I can't get any closer.

Take her down, I'll use the board.

[gunshot] [Darien yells]

Too late.

The Almighty placed me on this Earth to change the course of history.

I have done that.

My name will live forever!

Mo, I can't believe you'd honor us with your presence in broad daylight.

This is a first.

I have worked through the night, my dear, because the breakthrough,

is hours away.

In fact... tomorrow may be the celebration.

And I insist. You break your rigid rules and dine with me.

Mo.

Good.

I like that little place near your apartment.

Pick you up tomorrow at seven.

Frank!

Leave early!

Frank.

What's going on?

I've been here a year. I've accomplished nothing.

Join the small club.

You were the first to go back.

Why has there been no progress since then?

The breakthrough is always hours away.

I don't understand.

We're forbidden to work at night. What does he do here by himself?

I guessed about that for a long time.

Today I know.

TXP.

Would you like to hear my worst-case scenario?

Tell me.

Do you want to take his fare, Merlin?

No.

The bastard's locked up in four windowless walls.

Think how frustrating it must be to receive perfumed letters from outside.

You're more of a sadist than I am. Open her up.

Mail call.

I thought you had come to extradite me.

What a relief.

Sorry, I'll have the writ by 2 AM I hope that ruins your night.

You're a white man.

How can you hate me so?

I don't know many white men.

Maybe I'm spoiled.

Ah, now here's a sentiment.

Bon voyage.

I couldn't have said it better myself. I'll pick you up tonight.

You'll rot in hell first.

Bye-bye, blue eyes.

[laughs]

Seal the room.

Oh! [groans loudly]

Ohaaaaa!

Open it.

Where the hell is he?

A man just can't vanish into thin air.

[Multiple people talking over each other] 132. Over here, sir.

Captain Lambert. Captain Lambert.

Over here, sir. Captain Lambert.

There's a report that Dietrich actually vanished physically.

Could you please tell me where he ended up?

We've heard the Vanishing Act rumor. I have no comment on that.

Next question, please.

Captain Lambert. Sir. Captain Lambert.

How many prisoners have vanished?

Can you tell us the secret about the blue envelope?

I don't know where you got your information.

There is a blue envelope involved.

We have no idea of its importance until we complete our analysis.

Loved you on TV.

You're gonna love me when I get through talking here. You'll call me a clinker.

There are worse things than being crazy.

Isolation.

So, talk to me.

A man disappears from a closed, sealed-off room.

Leaves behind an envelope with a chemical trace.

Selma scans it as TXP.

A discovery so guarded by our friends at NHA that we can't even access it.

Part of a secret science of the 80s, they say.

Abandoned.

Doesn't exist.

Get to the crazy part.

[loud, frustrated exhale]

Teletransportation was hot science years ago.

It turned out to be of no practical use.

NHA withdrew funding.

What if the work went on with private funding?

From where, Darien?

And for what?

That's the crazy part.

You got a cigar?

You don't smoke.

Oh,

I need something to hold on to.

You can wait in here. Captain Lambert should be back shortly.

May I get you anything?

No, thank you.

Don't touch me.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb anyone.

Sit down, then.

No, I'll come back.

First you waste my cigar. And now my time.

Darien, there is no way that individuals can fund that kind of research.

Desperate individuals.

Willing to pay for a new life and a new place.

And a new time.

Teletransport, I comprend.

But time travel?

That's one hell of a leap.

Chief, when I was at the Point, we had a class in parallel universe theory.

The visionary buzz even then was that transporting matter is the

only way to prove that a parallel universe exists.

I remember the buzz. I didn't believe it.

Well, believe it now.

It's the only explanation that makes any sense.

How are you going to prove it?

I don't know.

No... but...

I've got Selma working on it.

She's trying to break into NHA top dock right now.

You break in quietly.

Otherwise, we'll both wind up in the clean pin.

Yes, sir.

[Selma beeping]

Yes, Selma.

You had a visitor who left.

Her name is Elyssa Chang-Knox, doctor of photon physics, MIT.

How do you know this?

She touched me.

I processed her genetic information.

She works at a classified terminus codenamed TRAX.

I cannot penetrate that level of security,

but I have cross-checked her published work.

Her thesis was titled TXP, threshold of time travel.

And she left?

Her vital signs indicated high agitation.

I recommend caution.

Caution? How do I find her?

I have her home address.

Selma, you're a peach.

I'm a computer captain. A peach is an extinct fruit form.

Visual project mode. Let's see what she looks like.

Wonderful dear, wonderful company.

But how inquisitive you are tonight, darling.

Impatient would be more accurate.

You mustn't be.

A great change is about to happen.

[sigh] What change, Mo?

If you expect me to go on working, I think you better tell me.

Yes, I suppose it's time.

I tell you what.

Invite me in... and I will tell you everything.

Tell me now.

We are so special together.

Why did it end?

Because I had grown up and you still treated me like a child.

Like you're doing now.

You're right, of course.

I tell you what.

Be at the lab at four tomorrow afternoon.

With luck we will have something to share. as collaborators.

As equals.

And perhaps... as more.

You wanted to see me, Dr. Knox?

Captain Lambert?

My computer recorded your visit.

I'm not totally sure why I was there.

I am.

The killer vanished and you came to tell me how.

Well, I have no proof.

You work at TRAX.

You helped discover TXP. And this is about time travel, isn't it?

Well, then you know.

I know we're both afraid of the same thing.

And this isn't the first time that your work

has been used to help criminals escape.

[loud sigh] God. Is that really possible?

Help me prove it.

Come in.

And bring that thing with you.

That thing?

Shh. Selma, just take notes.

This is the National Archive.

The newspaper you requested is being held at our night desk.

If you intend to pick it up, confirm now.

TRAX.

It means Trans Time Research and Experimentation.

I'm sorry.

Mo said my thesis unlocked the door.

He was able to synthesize TXP.

What exactly does that do?

It's the chemical needed to make molecules transportable.

It aligns them for delta wave transmission.

Place to place, I understand, but...

travel in time?

Well... first you have to accept the parallel universe theory.

Vladimir Solvsky made me a believer.

Then you understand it all.

Mo has transported living matter to a time 200 years earlier than ours.

The NHA wanted a time machine.

Yes! They wanted to control the future.

Mo wanted knowledge of the past.

There were failures.

Frank Mutumba told me there were deaths.

Two men were sent back and never returned.

Frank is the first man to make a trip back and return safely.

So... it took a while to learn the rules of the game.

Which are?

We think the body can only withstand two injections of TXP.

Our limit is one round trip in time.

Transmission?

TRAX Control,

It's a secret sub-basement under the Smithsonian.

Retrieval ends there, too.

Back up.

TRAX was working. Why did the funding stop?

The process froze in a 200-year time arc.

Frank says they still haven't sorted that out.

So the NHA wasn't interested in sending people back to the 1980s.

So they cut the budget.

Mo says he made up the deficit with private funding.

Where'd that come from?

I don't know.

We both know, Elyssa.

He sold passages in time to desperate people willing to pay.

Can you prove that, Captain?

Mo Sahmbi is not an evil man.

Were you lovers?

You have to remember,

he was like a god to me.

You asked me if I could prove it.

Only with your help.

How?

He loves you.

I need you as bait for a confession.

I have to warn you, it could be very, very dangerous.

Well, I've gone too far to turn back.

Thank you.

I have some work to do at the office.

How's 8 o'clock tomorrow morning?

Will you be all right here alone?

Yes.

I've been afraid before.

[Selma clicks]

Captain, I merely wanted to point out that it is not necessary to go to your office.

I have already completed your report.

Selma, I'm trying to make a graceful exit here.

Witness protection, Captain.

The fourth of your ten general orders.

I can stay if you'd like.

I could sleep on the couch or the floor.

I want you to stay.

Selma, thank you for reminding me of my duty.

And I'll put you on battery charge at this time.

Yes.

Sepp arrived.

Breakthrough at hand.

Come soon.

Charley.

I don't like it.

I don't like sending Elyssa in alone.

Darien, this Dr. Sahmbi, he could be very dangerous.

Frank, you know the man.

I don't think he's got the guts to be dangerous.

Elyssa, she's the only one of us with courage.

She finally said what I could only think.

Come on, Frank.

You were the first man to travel back in time. Naw, hardly gutless.

Going back was easy.

Being a black man in Washington in 1982,

that took guts.

You saw none of these people at TRAX?

He did his transmissions at night.

You didn't ask any questions, Frank.

Old pioneers with steady jobs don't ask questions.

The point is what can I do now?

I say we send both of them in.

It won't work.

Sahmbi wants to see Elyssa alone.

He wants to share something important.

After that, I know what questions to ask.

What if Sahmbi catches on to her?

Then we go in.

It's your call, Captain.

Five, four, three, two, one.

You hear that, Chief? You read?

Loud and clear, Darien.

Selma?

Thanks for rehearsing me.

You have a high learning curve, for a long thing.

Thank you.

It's not too late to back out.

I changed the code.

Come in.

Got no access! Easy.

There's always another way.

The only way is to blow our way in. I need AP-6 fast.

I have always admired your,

promptness,

among,

other things.

To the triumph,

over the many minds,

of our time.

Drink. There's more.

Good.

Now for my surprise.

AP-6 coming in. When? In a couple of ...

Here is the news

that will change our lives.

Read.

Here.

The Washington Post,

June the 13th, 1993.

And here.

MS

Sepp arrived.

Breakthrough at hand.

Soon Charley.

Yes, and there are others there, too.

Making plans.

Oh, what kind of plans?

It is time for me,

total scientific freedom.

This... this man.

Is this Sepp Dietrich the criminal?

Does it matter?

No.

What matters is reaching your own goals.

Yes, yes, you see it.

It does give me an idea where your funding has been coming from.

My best student always.

And so you have been sending fugitives back in time.

And they've paid you.

I guess they paid handsomely.

Extravagantly.

Oh, how I've longed to tell you all these years.

Incredible, Mo. How many years?

Nearly ten.

I've sent back, who knows, probably, one hundred clients.

All criminals?

Most.

But some,

are just desperate people with money to,

start a new life.

And you, you've kept impeccable records as always.

Records would be evidence.

And what I've done could be considered criminal by,

many minds.

Oh, of course.

Yes, they wouldn't understand the extraordinary.

But you do.

At last I can share it with the only person I've ever loved.

The only person who will understand the next step.

Which is?

I am going to the 20th century.

And you are coming with me.

Where's my AP-6?

It'll be here any minute.

We've got... we gotta go in before it's too late!

Quiet! No!

Mo,

I'm flattered, but

that's so much to ask.

Why go back when you're so important to your own time?

Nothing compared to what awaits me.

My friends there, they will seize power.

I will be a king among primitives.

I want you to be my queen.

Quickly, move, move.

Mo,

you must give me time to examine my feelings.

There is no time.

The time is now.

This is TXP, Mo.

Together.

I will power up.

Take your pill.

No, Mo, please. Please no. We do it together.

There's a transmitter in this room.

You have betrayed me.

Move it, move it, move it.

In, in.

Go, go

Get up you clink bastard.

May I smoke?

Illegal.

So I'm guilty on one more count.

So, we have another lawbreaker in our midst.

A valuable antique.

Sahmbi the recording of your conversation with Dr. Knox has been played back for you.

Do you acknowledge it as a confession of the crimes that we have specified?

I do.

Do you also acknowledge there's not an attorney present in the room,

and you have waived your right to counsel?

Yes.

Do you also acknowledge, as witnesses,

your former associates?

Yes, and I would like to thank them for their great contributions to science.

Thank you, Frank.

Elyssa.

You indicated you kept no records.

Would you be willing to go over this department's list of missing persons,

and identify any of them,

who may have bought time passage from you?

If it would count in my favor.

I have no further questions.

Just for the record, Doctor,

do you also acknowledge that everything you've testified to so far

can and will be used against you?

Of course.

If I am here.

[Darien yells incoherently] Don't move, don't move. Stop!

??? ??? ???

The power is still on.

If you go into the power zone without TXP in your body, it will kill you.

If you want to kill yourself, go ahead, but don't take her with you!

Say please, Captain.

Please.

As it happens, I'm not trying to kill myself.

One of us is protected by TXP.

The other is not.

You should never have let me smoke.

No! [she sobs]

My dear, your last chance to come with me.

Bastard! [sharp intake of breath]

Elyssa!

[Elyssa sobbing] Oh my God. Elyssa.

Darien,

there's nothin' that you can do.

[Elyssa sobbing] Darien.

I'm here.

[Elyssa sobbing] I'm here.

Stop him!

Afternoon.

Dr. Sahmbi?

You are two hours late.

Yes, sir, but 200 years early.

I hate to be kept waiting.

Well, you did come ahead of schedule.

Fredric, isn't it?

Yeah.

Where is Mr. Burke?

He's in Hawaii.

The Polynesian Republic?

I'm to make you comfortable until he gets here.

Put these on, sir. You look conspicuous.

What?

What is this?

That, sir, is a tie.

I'll show you how to use it later.

It's good to see you again, sir.

I never got a chance to thank you.

These, uh,

these... clothes,

they will make me...

look foolish?

Oh, no, sir.

They're very conservative.

Uh, as they say back here,

very in.

Oh.

You didn't even ask me.

You'd try to talk me out of it.

You're damn right I would.

I'm going back. You crazy bastard.

Darien, you can't bring Elyssa back to life.

That's what she asked me to do.

To throw your life away.

No.

Stop them.

She's right.

Sahmbi, Burke, Dietrich.

They went back to take over and all the others.

Scum of this earth.

Sent back to a world 200 years more innocent than ours.

Can she rest in peace with that?

I can't.

Well, maybe you're right.

Maybe you're lucky.

You've got something to care about now.

The rest of us loners, we'll never get that.

All I know is I've got nothing left to stay for.

I need you ???.

How in the hell are you gonna catch all these guys by yourself? Hmm?

If I need some help,

I'll place an ad.

Your Selma has been programmed with 179 new data banks,

including airline schedules, access procedures for 20th century computers,

manuals for operating all known machinery.

Programmed a suspect file?

Yes, missing persons.

Unfilled warrants, prison escapees, you name it, for the past decade.

Complete with DNA and laser ID profiles.

Too bad your boss kept ??? files with files.

Yes, but we've gone through his personal records

and cross-referenced a bunch of problems.

Any documents, clothing?

I'll have them ready for you at departure.

I need your sizes.

What about customs, language?

I've programmed all of my personal diaries, some miscellaneous tips,

and a lot of slang, like you're not a blanco anymore.

What am I?

A honky. [laugh]

Here's your miniature PPT.

It's designed to look like a car alarm at the period.

Standard pellets.

Blue two minutes, green three hours.

And what's the red button for?

TXP. Insertion by pellet will allow us to retrieve

the fugitives and temport them back to TRAX.

How does retrieval work?

We've built a special frequency tone into your Selma.

Fire the pellet, activate the tone, the suspect vanishes there, reappears here.

Do I activate immediately?

Pellet injection puts the subject into a coma.

You can delay transmission.

You can even put an ad in the Washington Post.

We'll retrieve.

Next day pickup.

Guarantee.

Which reminds me, um,

you're gonna need one of those cellular phones they had back then.

[Selma beeps]

Archaic devices are not necessary.

I am capable of all your communication needs, Captain.

Selma?

She's, uh, undercover.

That's some disguise. That's a hell of a disguise, Selma.

I see nothing amusing in this situation.

Please tell me our intended time of departure.

Gentlemen.

You leave tonight.

Yes.

Kamal.

My personal savior.

How far we've all come.

Let me look at you.

[laughing] You belong in the 20th century.

You certainly have taken hold.

Oh, it's child's play, really.

The intelligence community operates the same way now as later.

And imagine how much more intelligent I am knowing how it's all going to work out.

Amazing.

You haven't even bothered to change your name.

Why?

Nobody here knows that C.L. Burke

is wanted for treason 200 years from now.

Are you in touch with any of the others?

A few.

I was expecting you'd bring me the definitive list.

I left in a hurry.

Okay.

We'll find them when we need them.

After the breakthrough.

When full power is ours.

I'm a little vague on your,

plan. [laugh]

The plan is as old as history, Doctor.

It's the plan of Bonaparte, Burr, Brutus.

First step, establish a power base.

I've had a long time to do that.

Second, create a void by eliminating the head of state.

You yourself will be witness to that.

Which is?

Oh, come on, Mo.

Don't play the naive scientist.

A coup.

An assassination.

Does this look familiar?

My God.

How did you manage this?

With your help.

Dr. Sahmbi, I presume.

As you requested, I picked the storerooms clean.

Well now, how are the jeans?

A little tight.

Presley was thin then.

So was Schwarzkopf. [laughing]

Oh, whose shoes?

Michael Jordan's.

You'll never fill them.

McEnroe's were too small.

One leather jacket,

United States Army Air Force Model A-2 worn by Colonel Jimmy Doolittle.

A war hero.

[blows] Pioneer.

First man to land an airplane blind.

I can relate to that. [laughing]

Okay. One wallet,

with 1993 currency.

An ATM card for a bank that's still open in this century,

and a driver's license complete with an ugly picture.

Yeah, this is, ah, personal.

It was my grandfather's.

Chris Mutumba.

First baseman in the 45 team.

Yes.

Led the Cubs to their first World Series in 200 years.

What can I say?

Thank you, Frank.

Yeah.

Ah,

here's your pill.

I'm powering up.

We've reached power prime.

Darien

Indulge me.

Pop an ad when you get there.

So I'll know you're safe.

Captain,

has anyone determined what delta wave bombardment will do to my memory banks?

[loud sigh]

Selma, we'll find out together.

Let 'er rip.

[blows]

[crash] Uhhhh!

Hoaa

Hoa

Ho

Selma, are you all right?

I am fully functional, Captain.

Good.

Where are we?

We are in the basement of the Smithsonian Museum of History.

What's the date?

June 15th, 1993.

9.38 P.M.

So there is a parallel universe.

You have chosen an odd time to accept the concept.

Visual mode, please.

I advise against it.

Selma, I need somebody to relate to.

But you are located in the women's restroom.

What you doin' in here?

Aaa,

I just dropped in.

Are you guys closed?

Freeze right there, mister.

Freeze?

Get your hands up.

I think we found him, ma'am.

Elyssa

Darien Lambert, huh?

Good likeness.

Illinois driver's license, Suite 249, Ledgewood.

South side.

Long way from Wrigley Field.

I used to ride the elevated train.

That's quaint.

What do these colored buttons do?

It's a car alarm, usual thing.

Uh-huh.

Nice jacket.

Looks exactly like one we got here in the museum.

Replica.

Ha

Okay, Lambert.

I'm gonna buy your story.

We had a theft here today.

You got locked in when we sealed the place up.

Do you mind me asking what was stolen?

Check tomorrow's paper.

I'll let you out, Mr. Lambert.

Who is she?

Annie Knox.

Museum staff.

Now that she's gone, just tell me one thing.

What were you really doing in the ladies' room?

[laugh Honestly, I had to go so bad I missed the sign.

[laugh]

Get out of here.

Get me the Secret Service.

[Selma clicks]

Selma, why are you clicking?

Your pulse rate is exceedingly high.

It happens sometimes.

I owe you an apology.

I'm sorry for what you had to go through.

It's worth it to see you face again.

Have we met before?

No.

You just remind me of someone.

I have the same feeling.

Strange.

So... I just want to... I'm sorry.

What?

Um...

Since we've been so much trouble to you, is there anything I can do for you?

Um...

Ahem. Actually, I'm hungry.

It's been a very long day.

Yes, we did keep you for hours.

Why don't you let me buy you dinner?

I thought men were supposed to say that.

[laugh]

Oh, Mr. Lambert, you're wonderfully old-fashioned.

Uh... Come on.

You follow me in your car.

Darien, and I don't have a car.

But you have a car alarm.

I mean, I didn't bring my car with me.

Oh, wait outside. I'll pick you up.

She is not Elyssa.

If you allow yourself to be seduced by a memory,

you will have failed in your very first attempt... Shut up, Selma!

Stop being my mother.

You never had a mother.

Not 'till you.

I go home at 11, sir.

Um, I'll just have what she's having.

What is cappuccino, anyway?

Seriously?

Ah, cappuccino is a lovely way to end an evening.

Does it have to end?

No.

First, I drive you to your place.

You do have a place, don't you? [embarrassed laugh]

Would you help me find one?

Okay.

If we're gonna be thrown together like

this, you're gonna have to answer some personal questions.

Such as?

Who's Elyssa?

Elyssa was someone that I... lost.

And loved?

There wasn't enough time to know.

And she's who I remind you of.

Why are you so curious?

My mother's name was Elyssa.

Elyssa Knox.

How did you know my last name?

I asked Mr. Wilson.

Now, don't get offended. I just wanted to get to know you better.

No offense. I'm flattered.

Now can I ask you a question?

It's only fair.

What was stolen today?

Come on. It's... It'll be public tomorrow.

Okay.

It was Booth's pistol.

The gun that killed Lincoln.

I'll be right back. I'm going to the ladies' room.

You know, the ladies' room.

Your old hangout.

Ha.

[Selma beeps many times]

I'm fully aware of the implications of this theft, Selma.

I call your attention to a larger implication.

In the far corner is what is currently called a TV set.

I can't hear it.

I will amplify.

The two-week pilgrimage of the president of the United States,

to visit all of the Pacific Rim nations...

Darien: My God, the President. is reaching its climax.

The President is on the last leg now, headed for Hawaii.

And in Honolulu tonight,

security precautions increased at the Moanapoly resort,

where Pacific Rim leaders will be meeting for a three-day economic summit.

Summit, it all fits.

Dietrich stole the gun. Now he's gonna use it.

I am just a computer Captain.

Detective logic often escapes me.

Trust me on this one.

Check all airlines.

DC to Honolulu for 48 hours, then scan for passenger named Dietrich Sepp.

Any combination thereof.

Logic suggests an assumed... No, logic, hell.

Just, just run the program.

Continental flight 273 departs Washington National Airport 11:55 P.M. for Honolulu.

One stop.

Breakfast, luncheon,

the in-flight movie... No, no, no, no.

Just forget the movie. Is he on the plane?

First class, seat 2B.

11:55, that's 40 minutes from now.

If I may suggest, Captain, taxi vehicles exist at this time.

Thank you Selma.

Darien!

Taxi vehicle! Taxicab man!

[vehicle horn, Annie screams, brakes screeching, crunch & rattle]

Darien, are you all right? Darien? Darien.

Take your bag, Mr. Kurtz.

That is not my name.

Yes, Mr. Dietrich, it is now.

Aloha, from Mr. Burke and Dr. Sahmbi.

Ah, Mr. Kamalani.

Finally we meet.

Come, I have your papers.

Much to brief you on.

¿Qué pasa?

That's the fourth language you've used tonight.

¿Qué pasa?

It means what's happening.

Yeah. I know what it means.

I also know what you said in French.

That was my favorite.

What else did I say?

Some very interesting things.

I hope you're ready to explain some of them.

Annie, what time is it?

Seven in the morning.

I've got to get on an airplane.

Whoa, whoa!

You said no hospital, so I took you here.

Taking legal responsibility for you, I might add.

I've invested an entire night taking care of you.

I have some questions.

You give me some reasonable answers.

I will maybe drive you to the airport.

If not, I'm calling my pals in security.

What kind of questions?

[blows] Very simple ones.

Like, did you know that your pulse rate was only 34 beats a minute?

I'm on medication.

[laughs derisively] Must be some pretty strong stuff.

Is that what popped your dislocated shoulder back into place?

Look, it's a martial arts trick.

Power of the mind.

Bull. Bull!

Did your mind cause open wounds to coagulate in less than an hour?

Look, I'm sort of a freak.

Yeah, I would say so.

There's more.

Who is Sepp Dietrich?

What is 2193?

Is that an address? A code? What?

Look, there are some questions that I just can't answer.

You better answer this question.

Do you really think someone is trying to kill the President of the United States?

Yes,

Annie, I do.

Look.

I want to understand you.

You're just not giving me very much to go on.

Will you talk to me?

Who are you?

I'm a police officer.

I cannot tell you where I come from.

And even though I've known you for an instant, I ask you to trust me.

If you ask me to prove what I say, I won't be able to,

but in the end, you must help me.

Even though it may already be too late.

I will.

I will help you if I can.

Tell me why.

Sepp Dietrich is an escaped political assassin.

I followed him to Washington.

And I lost him in your museum.

And I'm convinced that he's the man that stole the Derringer.

You think he's going to use it?

Your President is in Hawaii,

and by now, so is Dietrich.

Last night, he was on Continental Flight 273 to Honolulu.

Oh, my God. Yes.

Annie.

Please, believe me.

Get me on an airplane.

Please.

... Airlines flight 273 to Honolulu, now boarding...

I'll call you when I get to the Moanapoly.

Thank you for trusting me.

Good luck, Darien.

[airport announcements in background]

Continental Airlines flight 543... [sigh]

[clears throat]

Yeah. Go ahead.

He's boarding Continental Flight 213 to Honolulu.

No checked baggage. He'll proceed by cab to Moanapoly.

Got it. Be on the next flight out.

Understand.

This is Captain Jordan.

Presently we're at 32,000 feet and expect to arrive right on schedule.

Thank you for flying Continental.

First flight, pal?

Yes.

Does it always take so long?

We're doing 500 miles an hour.

It's not exactly chopped liver.

No. Slow liver.

[Selma beeps]

Son?

Yeah?

You're beeper? [Selma continuing to beep]

Uh, oh, it must be medication time.

It's, it's around?

It's in the back.

It's called lavatory. Right.

Thank you. [clears throat]

Visual mode.

Insufficient space for full visual.

Well, take what you can get.

You have this thing about public buzzing?

I buzz on priority, Captain.

This is our last opportunity to meet in a secure environment.

Secure environment?

You have a way with words, Selma.

There is a possibility your safety has been compromised.

How?

1.78 minutes after you left her, your friend made a cell-com call.

Where to?

I do not know.

You don't know?

You don't know, but you assume her guilt.

No, don't give me any static.

You're just being overprotective.

That is my job description.

Ah, but isn't it possible that you're fixated on the

exclusive nature of our relationship?

Fixated?

You mean a malfunction?

I mean you're jealous.

Not possible.

Oh, yeah. Hey, hurry up in there.

Dammit, I'm having a fight with my computer in here.

Could you just hold your... Horses.

Could you just give me a minute, please?

Okay, Selma, I'm sorry.

Uh, let's assume a chance, however small, that I might be picked up at the airport.

Very prudent.

Project the airport plans.

I'll find a safe exit. After that, I want to review the Moanapoly entry plan.

Aloha.

Welcome to Honolulu International Airport.

The white zone is for loading and unloading of passengers only.

Please do not leave your vehicle unattended.

Aloha.

The Moanapoly. Okay.

Charlie Two this is Charlie Five.

Go ahead.

Suspect report.

Kamalani, Special Agent.

You the Secret Service honcho?

Yeah, welcome aboard, Duke.

We don't see much of you guys from McLean.

You need something?

Sequence sheet, walkie-talkie.

Well, take mine. I'm wired. Now the sequence is real easy.

See, the president's gonna come down those steps, through here,

across the bridge, and into the luau area in about, uh, 12 minutes.

Okay?

Thank you.

Put your hands where I can see 'em!

??? ???

Of the car!

Don't shoot! Out of the car!

Out of the car!

Move back!

Come on!

Where's the guy you picked up at the airport?

He jumped out awhile back. What do you mean, jumped?

I was going 60. He jumped out and got up and ran like nothing happened.

Okay.

Selma?

I'm gonna use you like a periscope.

Visual projective mode.

Mode channel clear.

Come back left.

Now zoom in.

Raise you bastard!

Wahlgren, I've got your man.

You are a ghost.

Ghosts are dead.

I'm still on your ass.

Secret Service!

Hands on your head! Cuff him!

Ow!

Okay, let's go!

Duke, girlfriend, you're still impersonating an officer?

You're a footnote in history, you stupid blanco.

[phone rings]

Yeah.

They're both right here, Duke.

So, is it over?

Who the hell are you talking about?

That is not possible.

I'm telling you, they've just arrested him.

Maybe he's just one hell of a hologram, but

Dietrich is clinky and we've got five minutes.

Can you still get it done?

Yes, sir.

The boat's in place.

Don't blow it.

It is Duke's contention that Darien Lambert has arrived in the 20th century.

Is that possible?

I may have underestimated,

Captain Lambert.

Uncuff him.

Interrogator wants to see you alone.

I'm sorry, Darien.

You're a great cop.

Fooled me.

I'm just doing my job.

Fresh out of the academy.

How did you know that?

You just don't have that edge yet.

Let me guess.

Went to the boss with a hunch about the Derringer?

He said, no, you should take personal charge of the museum and you thought he might be laughing at you.

Maybe he was.

Well, he's not laughing now.

Annie, at least you're here. It's not too late to stop Dietrich.

Please don't.

If there is a Dietrich, it's you. You're wrong!

He's sitting out there on a lifeguard's throne

and your people just don't get it.

The lifeguard's name... He's just waiting to kill your president.

His records are immaculate.

His clearance comes from the highest level.

You've never encountered forged documents, treason in high places?

You sound like Geraldo.

I have four minutes before I have to go out there.

Is there anything you want to tell me?

There is something I need to know.

What? Was our whole time together line of duty?

You bastard. Was it?

I don't have to answer that.

Thank you. You just did.

Oh, God, I hate you.

I hate you for making me care about you.

You give me your trust and I have to step on it.

Do you understand how that makes me feel?

Yes.

More than you know.

I have some specific questions I need to ask you.

With four minutes left?

I'm sorry.

I have my orders.

Explain this.

Explain a man who has a car alarm but no car.

May I show you?

Be my guest.

Years from now when you talk about this and you will talk about this,

be kind. Oh...

Selma, can you replicate Annie's voice?

I believe I can, Captain.

Get them in here, Selma.

Agent Wahlgren, please bring your team to my office now.

Freeze!

You got that right.

All right, guns.

Radios on the table.

Now!

Everybody lies down on the floor.

Move!

Told me to disarm. Where is he?

Off by the pool. Search him.

Hey, you okay?

Yeah, I will be.

Take that.

Aloha Mr. President.

[screams from the crowd ...]

Selma, are you waterproof?

I am waterproof, shockproof...

I can't see 'em, sir.

They're as fast underwater as they are above.

God knows where they are now.

Launch Plan B helicopters.

Give me the six backups from Hickam.

Did you see it?

Yeah, Kurtz's lifeguard tried to kill the president.

Your man stopped him and went...

Hell of a hunch Knox. Requisition a chopper. We'll get 'em both.

Come on! Quickly!

You in the boat,

Federal Agents. Stop immediately or we'll open fire.

Hold your fire. He's going into the rocks.

I'm sending you back home, you bastard.

If that's TXP,

another dose will kill me.

Is that right? Nobody knows if three doses is lethal.

You might make scientific history.

You're not giving me a fair chance.

I think 50-50 is fair.

It's more than you gave the good man that you killed.

Hold it.

That's some car alarm.

When you talk of this, be kind.

I'm sorry I tricked you.

We're even.

Not quite.

Everything I told you was the truth.

You believe that now?

Yes.

Well?

Then put the gun down.

I can't do that.

I don't even know who you are.

Does it matter?

I mean, there's such a thing as faith.

Instinct. Darien,

I have all those good feelings about you.

But I have sworn an oath to do my job.

Well, damn it, so have I.

Now, I think that you owe me something called professional courtesy.

What? Cop to cop.

I saved your ass today, young trooper.

I also saved the President of the United States, not to mention your job.

Now, are you just gonna,

turn me over to those guys,

and stand back and take all the bows?

Now, where I come from,

you... owe me.

Damn you, Darien Lambert.

Get out of my life.

You're in your life. I'm in your life.

And you're in mine.

Are you gonna help me find a new name?

Because you've kind of put my old one on wanted posters everywhere.

No.

I... told the agency your name was Sepp Dietrich.

And he died in a boat.

So you hedged your bets right from the start.

Why keep my name clean?

It makes my job easier.

I may have to find you again.

[sound of helicopter flying overhead]

Not if I find you first.

It was in this room in this gorge that Johann Kurtz, the would-be assassin,

is believed to have perished, though his remains have yet to be recovered.

Meanwhile, the other conspirator, identified as Sepp

Dietrich, was killed when his speedboat exploded....

So Lambert followed you back here after all.

Now they're gonna follow the paper trail out of this office.

My whole plan is out the window.

A temporary setback.

Please don't whine. Whine?

Kamalani was my key man.

I am your key man, Mr. Burke.

Please don't forget to whom you are speaking.

I am the one who gave you a second life.

I am the one whose intellect exceeds even your finely tuned mind.

Sit down, sir.

All problems are solvable.

Even Captain Lambert.

But for the moment, we must be careful.

Very,

careful.

[Selma clicks]

Yes?

May I be of any assistance, Captain?

Thank you, Selma, but what I really need is a shoulder to lean on.

That is why visual mode was conceived, Captain.

Visual mode.

It's nice to see a friend.

My shoulders cannot be leaned upon, but I listen well.

Selma, can you walk?

Of course.

Okay.

I'm feeling very uncertain.

What am I doing here?

I have lost Sahmbi, the reason I came.

I can't bring Elyssa back.

So here I am.

Alone,

in a lonely place.

Stranger in time.

Why?

Why endure this when I could,

with one stroke, place an ad in the Washington Post,

pop myself with a red pellet and,

go home?

Are you listening?

If I am not speaking, I am listening.

Well then speak to me.

I really need your input.

Captain, I will remind you of who you are and what you have done.

You are Darien Lambert, the best police officer on Earth.

You have pledged your sacred honor to rid this place of those who came to plunder.

A task you began well this day.

Two down, many to go.

What else is of consequence?

Selma, you're proud of me.

I am not programmed with pride, Captain.

Only memory.

But, if I were so programmed,

I would have pride about you.

So where do we begin finding these plunderers?

I suggest alphanumerically, according to year.

Selma, that's the worst idea you've ever had.

Worst?

Never mind.

Clarify your parameters.

Now here's what I think we should do.

First we place an ad, we let the chief know we're here.

Then we start tracking Sahmbi and the others.

I mean, how hard can it be?

I think I'm gonna like this.