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These are the journals of Darian Lambert, Captain, Fugitive Retrieval

.D.

2193.

Breathtaking, isn't it?

I'm a computer, Captain. I'm incapable of breathing. I'm therefore incapable of

describing a femur as breathtaking.

Sorry, I forgot.

How would you describe it?

I would describe it as desolate.

Desolate?

That's the best you can do, is desolate?

Do you know what that is out there, Selma?

Certainly.

Did we see a Majoris?

We came to your nicest schists and granites?

No. No, no, no, no, no.

That is a landscape of myth and legend.

That's the West, Selma.

The West.

Wyatt Earp, Bat Masterson, Wild Bill Hickok.

When I was a kid growing up in the Enclave, I used to read all about the

West. Captain, I am aware of your fascination for the figures of that time

period, but to me they are merely facts.

What?

White Earp, a fact?

Bill Hickok, a fact?

My memory circuit lists them as American law enforcement officers of the latter

19th century.

Lawmen, so.

They were called lawmen. And they used to risk their lives bringing desperados

to justice. You do know what a desperado is, don't you?

Of course.

I can even give you a contemporary example of one.

Edward T.

Canninger, a fugitive who has led us to this part of the United States.

Are you suggesting that I've forgotten the real reason we're going to Phoenix?

It is my judgment that you have chosen this indirect route in order to indulge

your adolescent fantasies on the Old West.

Anything else, darling?

It was unwise to attach your pellet projection tube to the automobile,

Well, try to remember that I'm wearing Elvis Prisley's jeans from the

Smithsonian collection of 2193, and pocket space is limited.

Nevertheless, regulations require you to carry the PPT on your person at all

times. That reminds me of another regulation, the one about not wasting

power. The voice must have...

Some computers just have no sense of adventure.

It began in the future.

A scientist turning to evil.

A time machine called Trax.

Criminals who vanish.

And along with the 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 on his own.

Knowing he cannot go home.

Until he has found them all.

His name is Darian Lambert.

And this is his story.

So you're going to tell me where we're going?

Don't worry none about that.

I'll let you know when we get there.

Until then, just relax.

Enjoy the scenery.

This country's pretty special, ain't it?

Nothing but sun and sand as far as the eye can see.

Makes you wonder how many men have died out there, don't it?

Speaking of dying, you better watch them bumps.

This gun's got a hair trigger.

You hit the wrong hole, he could be sucking air through your belly button.

Why don't you put the gun away? I'm not going anywhere.

Don't be so sure about that.

So when'd you break out?

Two days.

How'd you get?

Nice bracelets.

Know what they can clash with your outfit?

You know something, mister?

I noticed it right off.

You got cop size.

You a cop?

Me? No.

I told you I'm on vacation. I'm just trying to get away from it all.

Well, you sure as hell succeeded.

This is about as far away as you can get.

Name's gone.

Stacey gone.

Well, good for you.

Well, I guess you haven't been listening to your radio. I told you I've been on

vacation.

Pull over.

Here. You heard me.

Remind me to get those brakes fixed.

Somebody ought to take away your driver's license.

Get out.

I knew you was a cop.

Washington, D .C.

Huh?

You're a long way from home, Darian Lambert.

Turn around.

What's that?

Phone card.

Phone card?

Good for long distance.

Enjoy the scenery.

Salma. Salma!

Salma!

Salma, can you hear me?

Oh, there you are.

Captain, do not come any closer. What's wrong?

Exactly 15 .5 seconds ago... A creature indigenous to this region passed over my

surface, allowing me to identify it as... A rattlesnake.

All right, I see it.

Don't panic.

I am incapable of panic. May I suggest that you try to remain calm?

No, I'm calm. It's the snake who's not.

Someone would need a distraction.

Visual mode.

You might say thanks.

Captain, I am capable of withstanding this punishing environment for at least

200 years, whilst you, on the other hand... Save it, Selma.

Just give me our location.

Yes, Captain. The nearest town is Shadow Wells, 45 miles southeast.

45 miles?

Well, that's a nice little hike.

I can just work on my tan!

The temperature is 101 degrees. Without water, your chances for survival are not

good. Why do I need any water? I've got you to rain on my parade.

A joke.

Humor in the face of adversity.

Tracking mode, Selma.

All we have to do is follow the tire tracks.

Captain, you are becoming delirious.

Why?

It's because I'm talking to a disembodied voice.

You have covered less than ten miles. You are becoming severely dehydrated.

I am kind of thirsty.

You must keep going.

My senses detect a small body of water just over the next promontory.

Yes, Captain.

Are you sure we're still in 1993?

One more sunset.

One more day alive.

Sorry if I scared you at that waterhole, but it was poisoned.

One drop, you'd have been buzzard bait.

Either way, I'd have been a dead man if you hadn't shown up.

I owe you my life, Mr... Kane.

Tom Kane.

I'm a U .S. Marshal working out of town.

And you're... Darian Lambert.

You're some kind of fancy cop out of Washington, D .C.

What are you doing here, Mr. Lambert?

Sorry, Marshal. I'm not at liberty to discuss that.

Top secret, huh?

Okay, suit yourself.

What are you doing out here?

Tracking down an escaped criminal.

Stacy Galt.

Have you seen him?

Well, he's the reason I'm in this fix.

He, uh... What do you call it?

He bushwhacked me.

That's our Stacey.

He's mean as a snake and twice as dumb.

Speaking of snakes, why don't you have some?

What's the matter?

How's it taste?

Delicious.

Well, eat up, son.

Don't get us some shut -eye.

First light will set out after gong.

How you doing back there?

I'm fine, thanks.

You ought to loosen up, son, or you're going to be...

Sore tonight.

Marshal, I am sore.

I don't know how you do it. You sit there looking cool and calm. You don't

sweat.

I sweat on the inside.

That's a peacemaker, isn't it? Mm -hmm. The gun that won the West.

You know, I've never seen one of those outside of a museum.

Oh, scar.

Something wrong?

I think we ought to give these horses a rest.

Wouldn't want the horses to get tired.

It's a wonder to me that you've stayed alive as long as you have out here. Give

me a minute. I just got here.

I mean, I'm just learning the rules.

There's only one rule to remember, and that's stay alive.

Sure, why not?

Looks to me like you've never seen a sidearm before.

Don't they use guns in D .C. anymore?

Yeah.

I've just never handled one like this before.

Well, go ahead.

You want me to shoot it?

Yeah, sure, why not?

See that tree out yonder?

What are you doing?

Aiming. Wrong.

Aiming is wrong.

With a peacemaker, it is.

With a gun like that, you draw from the hip and shoot.

Draw from the hip?

Keep it right there at the side.

Okay. When I give you the word, you draw and shoot.

Okay.

Now.

How was that?

Terrible. I hit it, didn't I?

You only winged it.

If that was a man, he could still take you out.

Well, what did I do wrong?

It's like this finger of mine.

You point the finger at the target.

No matter where your finger is, your mind will focus in on that target. So

point and fire.

Point and fire.

Now.

Man, they really knew about mind control back then.

Mind control is pretty strong.

It all depends what you do with it.

You know, some people say that the West is gone. Well, maybe it is, but not

here. Not when you're dealing with the likes of Stacey Galt.

No, it's still a treacherous and violent place.

And if you want to survive in it, you got to remember one thing.

Never trust anybody.

Not even a friend.

Couple of more days and I won't be able to teach you a thing.

Ask you a question?

Ask away.

How'd you become a marshal?

Believe it or not, I used to be a big city cop like yourself.

The city wasn't my style.

Too much corruption, too much politics, red tape.

I had to come here to find my place.

Hold it, hold it.

Smell something?

Oh, that smells horse.

Ah, gasoline.

Unleaded.

Creamium or regular?

Well, you tell me.

Looks like your truck.

We'll leave the horses here and walk down.

Got him.

Well, there's nothing as useless as keys to a truck that won't start.

Galk couldn't have gotten too far.

We'll pick up his track and run him to ground.

I must be slipping into old age.

Box draw canyon with bait at the bottom.

If this didn't have trap written all over it.

Let's open those rocks.

Yeah, with our horses. Just like he planned.

Well, if it ain't my two favorite cops.

Give it up, Stacey.

No can do, Marshal.

I got a date with my girl in Shadow Wells.

You know, Sonny, she'll be mad as a hornet if I'm late.

Boy, you got the fastest reflexes I've ever seen.

I move pretty quick when my butt's in danger.

Let me take a look at the arm.

Yeah.

The bullet went clean through.

That's the good news.

The bad news is we're stuck in the desert without any transportation.

You know why a smart man takes a horse into the desert and not a truck?

Because the truck doesn't come when you call it.

Galk's headed for Shadow Wells.

It's an old ghost town about ten miles east of here.

He's got an ex -girlfriend who lives here. Her name is Sunny Tyler.

Galk blames her for his arrest.

I don't know what he's gonna do to her if he gets his hands on her.

Somebody's gotta be there to stop her.

I'm not gonna be able to use this gun, but you can.

What are you saying?

You gotta take Scar and go after Galt.

What about you?

Don't worry about me, I'll hoof it.

You've lost a lot of blood.

Now, we can both fit on this horse.

No, by that time, God would have gotten to her. Don't worry about me.

I'm half Gila monster.

I don't care if you're half camel.

I'm not leaving you here alone.

Let's get it straight. We're lawmen, you and me. It's our sworn duty to track

down criminals no matter what the risk.

That's the job we signed on for, and that's the job we're gonna do.

Now, raise your right hand.

I'm going to swear you in as a deputy U .S. Marshal. Now repeat after me.

I, Darian Lambert.

I, Darian Lambert.

You solemnly swear.

You solemnly swear. That I will faithfully support the Constitution of

United States.

That I will faithfully support the Constitution of the United States.

And in all things, faithfully execute the duties.

And in all things, faithfully execute the duties.

Of deputy United States Marshal. So help me God.

of Deputy United States Marshal.

So help me God.

Good luck

Now

that you have your pellet projection

tube back I hope that you will remember to keep it on your person at all times

in other words I told you so the purpose of regulations is to benefit the user

You are a nag, Selma.

How many times have you seen me bend the rules and succeed?

37 times.

Well, doesn't that tell you something about human intuition?

It tells me that you have defied the law of statistical averages at a ratio of 7

.98 to 1, and that we should be on our way to Phoenix as scheduled.

Selma, I know you think certain human behavior is foolish, and we're never

to see things the same way, but that's what makes us such a good team.

But we are not going to Phoenix.

May I ask why?

Because there's a girl out there whose wife's in danger and Tom is counting on

me. Ah, you admire Marshall Cain.

I do.

Is he the father you never had?

Some. The middle of the desert is no time to engage in a Freudian debate.

I detect several life forms inside the structure called the Hanging Judge.

Captain?

Yes, Selma?

Why would an establishment call itself the Hanging Judge?

Check your database for a bean, Judge Roy L.

What can I do for you, Marshal?

Looking for a woman named Sunny Tyler.

You know where I can find her?

What do you want with Sunny?

Just want to ask her a few questions.

What kind of questions?

Do you know where she is?

How could I?

I ain't even heard of her.

Well, how about Stacy Galt?

You ever heard of him?

Now, there won't be any trouble.

As long as somebody tells me where I can find Sonny Tyler or Stacy Galt.

Stacy? Now, why didn't you say so?

We've seen Stacy a while back.

Is that right?

Yeah.

He said, uh, anybody comes asking for him, mess him up real good.

You don't want to do that.

I don't?

No.

You might lose an earring.

Where can I find Sonny Tyler before I really get mad?

Sonny? Sonny Tyler?

Down the street at the old sheriff's office.

You can't miss it.

Thank you.

Did you enjoy that?

Is that another Freudian question?

No, statistical.

I loved every minute of it.

I hope you're not looking for work in that outfit.

We won't be hiring for at least another two months.

Are you Sonny Tyler?

Yeah, I'm her.

World's greatest dreamer.

Hey, you try building a tourist attraction all by yourself out in the

nowhere. You are a little off the beaten track.

Oh, no.

When they put in that new interstate, you watch this place come to life.

There's going to be a lot of tourist books coming into Shadow Well, and I'm

going to get me some.

Oh, hey, that's a real badge.

Name's Darian Lambert.

I'm a U .S. Marshal, and I'm looking for Stacy Galt.

Yeah, I heard Stacy busted out.

Well, I figure he'll show up sooner or later.

He always does.

And I'll be ready for him.

What do you mean?

Stacy thinks I'm the one that got him busted.

He said he'd kill me if he ever got out.

Well, I don't mean to frighten you, but he's on his way here.

Well, you've got to protect me.

If Stacy's here, he's going to come after me.

Well, don't worry.

I'll protect you, okay?

Now, is there any other way in here?

There's an exit door at the end of the cell block.

Is it locked?

I don't know.

Stay here, I'll take it.

handsome guy.

Parker?

Yo, Sonny.

How'd I do, honey?

Academy Award?

We made up.

Here you go, Bill. Drop it.

Kick it over here.

Sonny, get rid of it.

Get inside.

You know you're not going to get very far.

Tom Kane's on his way.

Let him come.

I'm ready.

Come on, baby, let's go dig up that bank money.

Sure will be nice to see the old place again.

I'm really starting to hate that.

Selma, got any bright ideas?

None at the moment. It would appear we are trapped.

Digital mode.

How stupid can I be?

No cop in his right mind would walk into such an obvious trap.

Tom Kane did.

Selma, I left him out there to die.

No, you did what he asked you to do.

You're not going to let me feel guilty for just a moment?

You eliminated Freudian theory earlier in our discussions.

So now just tell me if he's alive.

Considering his age and the severity of his wound, Captain.

Yes.

Tom Kane is most likely dead.

Stand back, son.

You ready, Scar?

What the

hell

did you get yourself in this mess?

Who dropped it?

Colton and his girlfriend made up.

I should have remembered what you told me about not trusting anybody.

All I tell you, I felt naked without beer.

Your arm's okay?

Not as bad as it looked.

Tom, Galt and the girl took off to dig up some bank money.

They said they were heading somewhere called the Old Place.

Oh, yeah.

Galt's got a cabin up in the mountains.

If we haul butt, we can catch him. How do you feel, son? You feel up to it?

Try and stop me.

Captain. Not now, Selma. This is important.

What is it?

This man you called Tom Kane.

What about him?

When he touched my surface, I performed an identity scan. Tom Kane is not his

real name.

What are you talking about?

His real name is Edward Thomas Conagher. He is the man we were going to Phoenix

to find.

Selma, I know you don't make mistakes, but tell me just this once that you

There is no mistake, Captain.

Only a man from our time could have recovered from wounds so quickly.

Tom Kane is a fugitive from the future.

What

is

it, son?

You haven't said a word since we left Shadow World.

You got something in your craw.

We should blow it out.

Tom, I know who you are.

I'll bite. Who am I?

Your name is Thomas Edward Conagher.

And you're a fugitive from the 22nd century.

How long have you known that?

Since Shadow Wells.

I suppose you're here to send me back.

You?

And the others that Mordecai Sombie helped to escape?

Sombie, huh?

It's been so long ago, I've almost forgotten.

You've been here longer than the others, haven't you?

Since 76.

I was one of Zombie's first experiments.

I'm sending you home.

I don't belong back there.

I belong right here.

That's not for me to decide.

Isn't it?

I'm not a judge, Tom.

I'm an officer of the law, just like you.

You know what it's like back there.

That whole system is a joke. The law is corrupt.

No, it's not.

Men are corrupt.

Not here.

Out here, I'm the law.

According to the records, you were caught taking bribes. Now, am I supposed

just look the other way?

I just wanted to do my job.

Lock up the bad guys.

But they wouldn't let me. Who wouldn't?

My fellow officers.

They were the ones in on the take.

When I wouldn't go along, they... They framed me.

You were convicted.

I was railroaded.

Now let me ask you a question.

Why did you come back here?

What do you mean?

Could it be that you wanted to live in a simpler time when a lawman could still

be a lawman and the line between the good guys and the bad guys was a little

clearer?

I never thought about it.

The hell you haven't.

We're just alike, you and me.

We're here because we want to be here.

Don't send me back, son.

I have to.

Not without a fight.

I know that.

But I'm sorry, Tom.

Not half as sorry as I am.

Well, what's stopping you?

Unfinished business.

Gold?

We each owe him.

Then let's go get him.

Stay off, child.

Stacy. Later, baby.

I got a date with some dead presidents.

Captain, do you think this is wise?

Kane might try something.

I gave him my word.

He didn't give you his.

Come on, son.

Give me your hand.

We got a job to do.

Where's the rest of my money?

You said it was our money.

Okay, where's the rest of our money?

I invented it to make us more money.

Invented it in what?

In the ghost town.

You poured it down the drain.

No. No, the highway's coming through next year.

It'll be worth ten times what we put in.

You stole from me?

That money was going to set me up in Mexico.

How was I supposed to know you were going to break out?

You said you were going to be gone at least five years.

I figured I'd surprise you with all I made.

How much is left?

Four, maybe five thousand.

You bitch!

Now, Stacy, don't be mad.

I did it for us.

Us? You did it for us.

I trusted you, and you screwed me.

I'm sorry, Stacy.

Not yet, you're not.

Stacy.

Stacy, go!

Who's out there?

Justice, you son of a bitch.

I'll shoot you down, I'll blow you up, and you keep on coming.

You don't give up, do you, old man?

Not hardly.

Come out with your hands up.

Sure, Cain.

I'll come out.

Show yourself, Cain.

I'll blow her brains out.

I'd like to see if she's got any.

Please, Marshal.

This ain't no trick.

Step out where I can see you.

Count to three and she's dead.

One.

Two.

Let her go, Stacy.

Then nobody will get hurt.

Throw down your gun.

I can't do that.

I shot you through that arm.

You ain't got the strength to pull the trigger.

Try me.

Throw down your gun and I'll let her go.

All I want is a car and a clean getaway.

No deal.

You think I won't do it, old man?

All right, Stacy, you win.

I knew you'd see it my way.

Let her go and I'll throw the gun down.

I'm letting her go.

No tricks now, Kane.

I'm trusting you.

You're history.

How can I be history? I'm not even born yet.

What?

I told you I'd never go back.

Tom, listen to me.

I can transfer you to 2193. We'll have a medical team waiting.

I'd rather you didn't, son.

Now, be quiet and listen to me. I got something I want to say.

Lawman's life is a very lonely one.

His only reward is doing his job the best he can.

And being able to enter into his home justified.

I never had a wife.

Never had a family.

I never had a son.

But if I had, I'd want him to be just like you.

One more sunset.

Tom said I came here for the same reason he did.

To be a lawman in a simpler time.

You think he was right?

Do you?

I don't know.

All I know is when a man dies, you're supposed to say something.

And I can't find the words, Selma.

Perhaps you have already found them.

Your life, Tom Kane.

Lawman.

Born 2129.

Died 1993.

He found his place in time.