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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.