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These are the journals of Darien Lambert, Captain, Fugitive Retrieval Section,

A.D. 2193.

Of all the terrifying schemes that came from the future to the 20th century,

none was more deadly than this.

Gentlemen, welcome to our demonstration.

I'm George Davenport, President of Blue Planet Corporation.

At this time, please activate your Geiger counters.

All right, gentlemen, keep your eye on the truck and stand by.

You may now take your second readings.

My God, it really worked.

You have just witnessed the instant eradication of six tons of nuclear waste.

So you can now report to your companies that Blue Planet has the answer to the

formerly unanswerable problem of nuclear waste disposal.

The process is a poor secret, but I will let you meet the

brilliant scientist who invented it, Dr. Hamilton Isham.

My fee for providing this service to one company for one year...

is one hundred million dollars.

Thank you.

Let me remind you that you've agreed to keep

this demonstration strictly confidential.

Public disclosure at this stage could lead to interference from environmental groups

and government agencies, which would only delay our

ability to provide this service to your companies.

Thank you.

Doctor, how did you do it?

I must know.

Sir, your end of our deal is to keep me out of

public scrutiny and to collect our revenues.

One hundred million dollars times ten nuclear plants equals one billion dollars.

That is all you need to know.

It began in the future.

A scientist turning to evil.

A time machine called TRAX.

Criminals who vanish.

And a lawman.

With a mission.

He has one weapon.

And a computer named Selma.

Good morning, Captain Lambert.

With him, he will travel to a time more innocent than his own.

Now he is among us.

A special breed of man.

A hunter.

Traveling through our world.

Searching for fugitives from his own.

Knowing he cannot go home until he has found them all.

His name is Darien Lambert.

And this is his story.

If my captain had anything like a home, it was Washington City in the year 1993.

We had returned there after a difficult month.

My captain called it an exhausting month.

Tonight on the Stern Report.

Our lead story comes right out of James Bond and science fiction.

An exclusive eyewitness account of a mystery scientist

and his conspiracy with the nuclear power industry.

Science or fiction?

We'll find out in one minute.

Captain Lambert.

Wake up, please.

Stop staring.

What the hell are you doing on visual mode?

We were having a conversation when you fell asleep.

Why wake me now?

There is something of interest on the television screen.

Selma, you woke me up to watch television.

Captain, you have often expressed to me your emotional

distress at our inability to locate Dr. Mordecai Sahmbi.

What about it?

If you will direct your attention to the television

screen, the commercial interval has been completed.

An incredible account shrouded in mystery involving a brilliant scientist with

radioactive waste from a nuclear power plant.

Even the location of the test was kept secret.

Observers were flown in by chartered planes

and driven to and from the site blindfolded.

Also under wraps is the identity of the one person who has agreed to be interviewed.

The reason is that my company is sold on Dr. R.

Sham and his process.

They wouldn't appreciate my talking about it.

Just what is this brilliant scientist's secret?

He can erase nuclear waste.

He can actually do that?

They saw him do it.

Those who were there?

Yes, scientists and engineers.

Sir, why are you coming forward with this?

I think the public has a right to know.

We checked this story with six utility companies

who have nuclear facilities and got these results.

Three denied any knowledge of Blue Planet Corporation.

Three would say only that they were doing nothing illegal.

Selma, as of the day we left the 22nd century,

had anyone discovered a way to erase radiation?

There is no record of such a thing in all the annals of science.

Then how could the discovery have been made in the 20th century?

It could not.

Unless...

Imagine the most brilliant mind of the 22nd century traveling back in time.

Applying his theories of teletransport to a new problem.

I am not programmed to imagine, Captain.

That you have to do on your own.

Selma, if you cannot imagine, then why did you wake me up?

Our report on the mystery scientist will continue.

Damn the fellow.

You were supposed to protect me from this.

Well, not to worry, Doctor.

We can stand the heat.

You don't know what heat is.

What's the worst?

The Atomic Energy Commission investigates or the EPA?

You're a distinguished scientist with impeccable credentials.

And you did render the stuff harmless.

You couldn't conceive of what I did.

In your wildest dreams.

Well, I rely on what you told me.

What I told you is that no law ever written forbids it.

Then there you are.

They can't touch you.

Nobody's gonna come after you.

One man is.

What?

One man?

Why should that concern someone as clever as you?

He's a problem I've got to dispose of sooner or later.

And this time, I'll be expecting him.

Agent Knox, there's a personal for you on the mainframe monitor.

Really?

Now, who's got the chutzpah to make a date with you like that?

Let alone the access code.

I have no idea.

I wonder about you, Darian.

I haven't seen or heard from you since Hawaii.

You suddenly asked me to meet you with classified information yet.

The wonder is I'm here.

The wonder is?

That someone like you exists.

Suppose I felt you asked me out for myself and not for that information.

You'd be absolutely right.

Suppose I didn't bring it.

But you did.

What gives you the right to be so cocky?

Because you understand about courtesy to a fellow police officer.

You're the only cop I ever met who wouldn't show me his badge.

I will one day.

When?

When I can expect you to believe me.

So for now, what?

You just have to have faith in me.

Six shipments of nuclear waste this month.

The first four were licensed disposal sites.

The fifth was from an abandoned coal mine in Harlan, Kentucky a week ago.

Six is for tomorrow.

Where?

Same place.

Harlan, Kentucky.

I brought you a map.

What's going on, Darien?

I won't know until I go look.

The flight you want goes out of National 8 o'clock tomorrow.

Assuming you still don't have a car.

I'll give you a lift to the airport in the morning.

What a wonderful idea.

This is Dr. Isham, speaking from the most central.

You may may proceed.

Okay, check the position.

And the spread.

Selma,

that sound...

Yes Captain. You know it.

No.

It is a difficult memory, but you must confront it.

Last chance, to come with me.

Bastard!

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

Elyssa!

Stop him!

That's how he killed Elyssa.

Sahmbi's, time, transport machine.

Okay, finish up.

Everybody out of here, now!

Tell him.

I should miss Sahmbi.

And what he's doing with nuclear,

waste

He's not erasing radiation, he's sending it back.

Yes, Captain, but in words of the current vernacular, if

you don't get the hell out of here, he's going to erase you.

This is Captain Phillips.

We expect to arrive in Washington right on schedule.

Thank you for flying Continent.

Washington Post?

Yes, I'd like the ad desk, please.

Captain, may I remind you that I am capable of all your communication needs.

Thank you, Selma, but people find it a little odd when I'm talking to my credit card.

Yeah, still here.

Account number 08171930.

The ad follows.

Chief, request check.

36 degrees, 51 minutes north latitude.

83 degrees, 24 minutes west longitude.

For possible violations of...

Hold on.

Selma, what's the statute?

International Nuclear Energy Regulations, Section A, Paragraph 8.

Thank you, Selma.

Next time I'll let you place the ad.

Violation INER, Section A, Paragraph 8.

Reply urgently, minocito.

Vamanos, Sergeant.

Que pasa?

Latitude and longitude.

Let's do it.

Kentucky?

How does he expect us to reply urgently?

Well, we've worked out a system.

I prepare a message, I place it in a diplomatic pouch from the museum,

dust it with a little TXP, and feed it to the tracks machine.

So the pouch turns up in the Smithsonian Institute 200 years ago?

Mm-hmm.

Right in the basement.

Of course, I don't know the exact spot in the

basement, but Darien should have no trouble.

I don't know about you, but I think this is the most romantic place in Washington.

You're not a Martian.

You're a pervert.

Do you remember how we met in there, and the cop was itching to arrest me even now?

He's waiting for me to make his day.

Would you mind going in there for me?

And do what in there for you?

Get my briefcase.

It has my initials on it.

Would you mind telling me what your briefcase is doing in there?

Well, I thought we could let that go until I tell

you all the rest that you wouldn't believe now.

Lambert, I'm getting tired of doing things

for you on faith, so I'll call this charity.

There's nothing in here.

Give it a minute.

Annie, what would I do without you?

Really, I don't know what the hell you're doing with me.

Can I just have a look?

Oh, no, you don't get it until you tell me what's in it.

Nothing.

You expect me to believe that?

I mean, nothing but what every executive has in his briefcase.

Steel sandwich and a clean shirt.

Good thing she didn't want the sandwich.

She would have wondered.

Why is that?

Genetic protein on plankton toast.

Okay, something.

Greetings, Ninosito.

I hope you heard the news.

Chicago Cub left-hander pitched a no. - Hitter today.

They still lost.

You know, Chief, always with the glad tidings.

There is a visual project mode.

Okay, let's have it.

Darien.

Chief.

Your coordinates, they took us to nice, nice, pretty country.

There were dairy farms.

And right in the middle of this lovely

pasture, there were these two ugly damn trucks.

License plates, 1993.

Nobody knows how in the hell they got there.

Your ad said something about violations of the law.

Violations of nuclear energy regs.

You know that a lifespan of plutonium is 24,000 years.

And that I have absolutely straight.

What are you doing about it?

You don't know it.

I mean, let's face it.

Our scientists, they haven't had hands-on experience with nuclear

waste for about 150 years, ever since that law was passed.

I mean, let's face it.

It would be like me.

All of a sudden, I come upon a saber. - Toothed tiger.

A caveman would stand a better chance.

What's the impact?

It's about 100 square miles, my friend.

We've sealed it off.

We've moved hundreds of people.

We've had to kill livestock, poor animals.

You know, they ate... they ate the grass, so they have radiation sickness.

Now, we are gonna dig some holes.

What about the trucks?

For the trucks?

And, uh...

The problem is, we don't know how deep to go, because if we go too deep, then.

we just might poison the water table.

God, can you think of a strong wind all of a sudden comes?

It's gonna take that radioactive dust, push it up into the jet stream,

or they're gonna get some big rains, and it's gonna wash down into our water system.

It's gonna poison our water, the rivers... to the time he left behind.

Aaron, you didn't say, but we're talking about Sahmbi, right?

I mean, if... if I'm wrong, take an ad in the paper right away, let me know.

You're not wrong.

It could do so much harm.

I mean, we don't have the resources to cope with what he has sent us already.

What happens if he sends another shipment?

Worst disaster in the history of the planet.

Stop him!

Stop Sahmbi before he makes another shipment!

Understood.

Keep me company, Sahmbi.

He said stop Sahmbi before he makes another shipment.

That is what the Chief said.

But the Chief didn't say how.

You ought to do whatever it takes.

Whatever it takes?

What the hell is that?

That these honored dead shall not have died in vain, but this nation under God

shall have a birth of a new freedom, and a government of the people,

by the people, before the people, shall not perish from the earth.

I get it right?

Yes.

You know, when I was in school, we had to learn it all by heart.

Now they don't.

Oh, is this a test of my patriotism?

No, your humanity.

Annie, what if all the honored dead did die in vain?

And not only the governments, but the people perish from the earth?

And you're telling me this man Isham could make that happen?

Unless we stop him.

We?

How did you get we?

The best, fastest, most effective way is to go to court, get an injunction

forbidding all nuclear power companies from dealing with the Blue Planet Corporation.

I don't have legal standing.

You're a federal agent.

Your department has batteries of launch.

And on what grounds do we take the case to court?

Isham, whose real name is Sahmbi, is not

actually removing radiation from nuclear waste.

Then what is he doing with it?

Once again, Annie, I'm going to ask you, and I won't ask you again.

Trust me.

And what do I tell the lawyers to?

Trust me?

Who cares?

Lie to the lawyers.

They're used to it.

You're asking me to lie after quoting Abraham Lincoln?

If you need to know what he does with the

nuclear waste, he sends it off somewhere else.

Now we're getting somewhere.

Just tell me where, and I'll fly out and get evidence.

You can't exactly do that, because he doesn't send it to another place.

He sends it to another time.

Another...

Excuse me.

Time.

The year 2193.

2193.

I see.

Wow.

Can I ask how you can be so precise, or when you decided I was a moron?

You don't have to believe it all.

Just believe what you feel.

Yeah, well, I must.

Or else why do I cum whenever you whistle?

You sure don't make it easy.

How am I going to convince a bunch of lawyers that

some guy is sending stuff 200 years into the future?

All right, you don't tell them about that.

Well, what am I going to tell them?

That I just trust this guy just because he says so?

Annie, listen.

You listen.

You want an injunction?

Give me the grounds to guess you want it.

Tell them Aisham is not who or what he claims to be.

Aisham is a fraud.

Therefore, his process is fraudulent.

Companies must not turn over deadly and dangerous materials to him.

How can you call him a fraud?

He has more credentials than Schwarzkopf has ribbons.

Not current credentials.

He has... he's got degrees from Harvard and MIT.

He's worked with Nobel Prize winning physicists like Feynman of Caltech.

Professor Feynman died three years ago.

Diplomas can be forged.

Computer records can be altered with the right access codes.

Aisham was checked by a dozen government

agencies, including ours, when the story broke.

Surface checks.

They had no reason to probe in depth.

You take this case to court, they're going to have to dig deeper.

Interview scientists.

And they're going to find out that there is no one

alive who's ever worked with a man named Aisham.

So you want me to go to my people and say, hey guys, you screwed up?

A person could wreck a somewhat promising career like that.

I understand the risk.

I'm asking you to take it.

If you don't do this, people are going to die.

2193.

Does it matter when?

Look, I want to know how you know this.

I can't tell you.

Then it's not fair you dumping these horrors on me.

Don't tell me about any bond between us.

I want proof.

Look, that bond is all we have.

Then maybe it's a junk bond.

That's the last thing I'm going to do for you now.

What is this?

It's Aisham's address.

If you're a real cop, bring me some evidence.

What is it, Selma?

She loves you.

Really?

So when did you become an expert?

In matters of the human heart.

Captain, I have been collecting all kinds of data since our arrival.

How come you didn't know Sahmbi's current address?

You didn't ask me.

Dr. Sahmbi occupies the top floor penthouse.

The security devices are primitive by our standards.

The security devices are primitive by our standards.

Tell them I will service their material as soon as it arrives.

Better give back the money, Moe.

Your servicing days are over.

Ah, the resourceful Captain Lambert.

You're the resourceful one.

I figured you'd get into a dirty business, but it's 20th century dirt.

Like dope, looting banks.

I didn't expect you to replicate your time travel operation so soon.

Not quite the entire operation.

From here I can only import inanimate objects, not living tissue.

That leap forward will require several billion dollars.

But I'm collecting it.

And then, what do you think I'll be able to do?

You'll reproduce your tracks machine.

Oh, I will create a much more sophisticated system.

I will sit here, press buttons, and control people in any century.

Your fugitive retrieval people, for example.

I will pluck them out of the 22nd and drop them into the 14th.

Right into the middle of the Black Plague.

You won't be pressing any buttons, bastard, because you won't be here.

I'm sending you home.

Oh, I don't think so, Captain.

You'll see, since I knew you were coming, I baked a cake.

Seven layers of ultra-high frequency.

That will nullify your pellet projection capability.

Nice try, Moe.

But as we used to say, you're just another scheisser kite.

And this is for us.

I warned you, didn't I?

I hope you don't think you're going to survive this.

If I don't survive, then neither will you.

And if I can't send you back to the future, then I'm gonna send you back to hell!

Don't shoot.

Bullet holes raise questions.

Just, uh...

Just take him out onto the roof and throw him over.

Federal agents, put your weapons down!

Elissa!

Why does everyone want to call me that?

I'm Annie Knox, Treasury Department.

Dr. Isham, what's going on here?

This man tried to kill me.

Oh, yeah, nasty Mark.

Dangerous criminal.

We have him under surveillance on another charge.

We'll take him into custody now.

Look, uh, Dr. Isham, this is my card.

You want to press charges, you come to the office.

Oh, and bring the licenses.

What license?

Federal law prohibits the use of fully automatic weapons without a license.

The dealer lied to me.

I had no idea they were fully automatic.

Yeah, well, maybe we'll decide not to press charges on you, then.

Bitch.

Suppose I hadn't thought you needed following.

You'd have been the one killed.

My best shot was the court injunction.

My second choice didn't work.

And the only thing I could think of was to kill him.

Excuse me?

You just run the second choice by me again?

The one that didn't work?

I was going to send him back...

to where he belongs.

What did I ever do to deserve you?

Listen.

I still don't believe you can send radioactive waste to the future, but,

you're willing to get yourself killed to stop it.

So I have to believe that you believe it.

Let's stop him.

The first best way.

Okay?

A court injunction.

I'll help you get it.

Does this mean that that junk bond...

may be worth something?

You just redeemed it.

By agreement of the parties and because time is of the essence...

the lower court will be bypassed...

and the issue adjudicated at this appellate level.

In the interest of national security, this session is closed.

The records will be sealed.

Media is excluded.

All persons are ordered... not to discuss any part of this proceeding...

with anyone.

We will now hear from the government.

May it please the court, this is a request by the government for an injunction.

Restraining all nuclear energy companies...

from delivering nuclear waste to one Hamilton, Isham...

or the Blue Planet Corporation.

We call federal agent Ann Knox to the stand.

What will you do if he grants the injunction?

They will not Grant it.

Well, how can you be so sure?

Money is power.

Raw, naked power.

Good morning, Mr. Gallup.

Good morning, sir.

Information from confidential sources... indicates that Dr. Isham...

does not have the scientific background he claims.

Could you give us some details?

His alleged credentials at leading universities...

were put into their computers... by hackers using stolen access codes.

In fact, there's no genuine evidence... that Isham has any education whatsoever.

And what is the government proposing?

That the court appoint a commission... to thoroughly investigate whether or not...

Hamilton Isham is a fraud.

In the meantime, to allow him to process... radioactive waste...

is like entrusting dynamite to a pyromaniac.

Only much worse.

No further questions.

Your honors, in view of the unusual nature... of these proceedings, Dr. Isham...

request to cross-examine the witness himself.

We will allow it.

Agent Knox... isn't it true that your so-called... sources of information...

consist of this one man?

Yes, sir.

He didn't really say... I have no education at all now, did he?

Not really, sir.

What did he say?

He said you couldn't prove it.

Ah.

And what did he tell you about my process?

That it is simply a fraud?

Not simply.

Did he tell you I don't do anything at all?

To radioactive nuclear waste?

No, sir.

Not really.

Did he not, in fact, tell you something...

that you were deliberately not telling this court?

He said... you ship radioactive waste...

to some other place.

Another place or...

another...

time?

Another time.

And what time would that be?

Agent Knox.

The year 2193.

What kind of damn foolishness are we being handed here?

Who is this Darien Lambert?

What are his credentials?

Mr. Lambert, would you approach the bench, please?

Would you be willing to show us such identification...

as you have on your person right now?

Certainly, Your Honor.

I see a valid driver's license and...

the usual credit card.

Maybe we should order a thorough investigation of Mr. Lambert.

He is not the issue before us.

Sit down, Mr. Lambert.

What is it, Selma?

Fingerprint identification of one of the men who touched me.

He is on your fugitive list.

Former Great Lakes Regional Attorney General...

convicted of gross malfeasance, bribery and corruption.

Disappeared from Terminal Island Prison in 2184.

Which man is it?

Presiding Judge Benedict Choate.

To me, the issue is the environment.

The question is not... can Dr. Isham cause nuclear radioactive waste...

to travel through time?

The question is... does he truly render it harmless?

Unless the impartial scientific community... will endorse him and his process...

we must not risk exposing people to contamination.

I am for granting the injunction.

Very well.

Judge Alford.

To my mind, the issue is survival.

Not of owls or snail garters... but of our economy.

Dr. Isham has demonstrated here... his process to the satisfaction...

of the nuclear power companies.

Is it not their province... rather than the government's...

to decide what they need... in order to compete with foreign oil?

When I ask... which is more in the public interest...

the health of a key American industry...

or the paranoid rantings about time travel...

by a man who is either a fool or a liar...

I must stand against the injunction.

Khan and Judge Chodas deciding vote.

And Chodas in Sahmbi's pocket.

The bastards beat me again.

Court will be in recess for ten minutes.

I want to see you... and you... in chambers immediately.

All right.

We are three fish... two hundred years out of water...

so we best not play any more games... I know very well who you are... but...

who the hell are you?

Darien Lambert.

Captain.

Fugitive retrieval section.

He's here to send you back.

You among others... but you're not my top priority.

He is.

He can send me back.

He tried... and failed.

Can he send me back?

In two seconds... if I let him.

As the saying goes... I saved your honor's ass once.

For an encore...

there's an additional fee.

I paid you enough.

Everybody's paid me enough.

The trouble is... I couldn't take it with me.

What do you want now?

I have nothing left to give you.

You have the power... to deny the injunction.

That's my price.

Pay it or be sent back.

They will add to your sentence... of course... for jailbreak.

You'll die in prison.

Sonny, what are you telling me?

You are importing radioactive waste... to the 22nd century?

Why should you care... so long as you stay in the 20th?

Tell him you do care.

Why should I care?

I read your trial.

You stood there in court... with tears running down your face...

sobbing out your remorse... for betraying me.

For betraying the public trust.

What was that?

Just another...

politician's hypocrisy?

No!

That's what I said.

Did you mean it... when you told the judge...

that you were a devoted family man?

And you pointed to your darling children... who were there in court...

standing by you?

And you begged for leniency... for their sake?

How can you even consider... letting this monster...

ship death and deformity... when you know that...

among the victims are going to be your very own... children...

and grandchildren?

The environment... and the economy... these are... indeed...

timely concerns.

But to me...

the overriding issue before us... is timeless.

It's conflict of good... versus evil.

Is a brilliant scientist named... Hamilton Isham good...

or is he evil?

Is a judge named... Benedict Schultz good... or is he evil?

He's going to rule against you, isn't he?

Stop the trial.

Change the venue.

Get me different judges.

Your honors, I move for a mistrial.

Grounds?

Judge Schultz is personally biased against me.

Motion denied.

Sit down, both of you.

Sit down.

You'll ruin everything.

The hell I will.

Sorry.

Where is he?

I don't know.

He's gone.

Let's complete our business.

The injunction.

By the two-thirds vote of this court...

all persons and or corporate entities... are restrained from delivering...

nuclear waste to one... Hamilton Isham... or the Blue Planet Corporation.

Will this... affect the process of...

temporting me?

That's a good question.

I don't know the answer... to that yet.

But...

drink up anyway.

Because I'm not... sending you home.

So now?

Seems to me...

you'd be of more use here... in this century...

than playing telekinetic tennis... in some white-collar prison in the 22nd.

What did you have in mind?

Sahmbi.

He's underground now.

With your attempted... murder warrant out for him.

But he'll surface again... in some shape or form.

And you can make that nuclear waste...

in a stick.

Well...

I must say...

it's a very generous sentence.

Well, I don't give sentences.

I'm only a cop.

You're a judge.

Sentence yourself.

Well...

I sentence myself... to, uh...

community service.

That's what it's called these days.

And my term... will be, um...

Let me drive you to the hospital.

You should get your hand attested.

No, no.

It's just a scratch.

Let me see.

You want to tell me how a bullet can pass through your hand...

and all you get is a scratch?

It's a little something they taught us in school.

All us Martians.

I never know when you're kidding.

Ah, goodbye again.

Yes.

But you know me. I keep popping up.

What's the phrase?

A bad penny.

That's it.

A penny dated 2193.