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

AD 2193.

What do you mean you can't get through? Is there a line out of order? No,

Captain. It is the English telephone system.

Its particular encoding does not conform to my technical database.

Which means? You must use a real telephone.

All right.

How's that?

Most acceptable.

Yes, this is Brenna. Darian Lambert. I'm in London.

Thank God you're here.

You sound upset. Is everything all right?

I don't know.

I think someone's been following me.

I'm at 345 Southgate Lane, Soho, number 4C.

I don't know my way

It's

you

Liar. Say goodnight.

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 Summer.

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 Darian Lambert.

And this is his story.

In the 20th century, before the invention of climate control, London was

dreary place, filled with fog and ill -tempered people.

My captain had come here after a serial killer known to the tabloids as the

Savage, whom we had reason to suspect was a fugitive from the future.

Summer visual mode.

Give me a reading on Brenda Farr's apartment. I can't see a thing.

Your current coordinates place you within a thousand meters of your

Give me an azimuth.

I cannot.

Why not?

Here in London, the shortest distance between two points is not necessarily a

straight line.

Well, then switch to sonic tracking. I'd like to get there sometime tonight.

Sonic tracking engaged.

Selma, 345 Southgate Lane has been sealed off.

Excuse me, Sergeant.

You in charge of this investigation? I'm very sorry, not common. You'll have to

move along.

Can you at least tell me the name of the victim? You're a yank.

Yeah, that's right. It's a phone from the States. Ah, well then, that explains

it. You don't understand the Queen's English. He just said, no comment. That

means we've got nothing to say, period.

Where's the victim?

Upstairs, 4C, on your right. Got it.

Let's go.

4C.

It's Brenda Farr's apartment.

Damn it, I should have gotten here sooner.

You shouldn't blame yourself.

There is nothing... There is nothing you can do now.

Wrong, Selma.

I can find the person who killed her.

Recall Brenna's file. I want an audio review of our first conversation.

As you wish.

Hello, Ms. Farr?

My name's Darian Lambert. You placed an ad in the Washington Post?

You are from the fugitive retrieval section?

Yes.

Then you really do exist.

Information for immunity.

My records are under the name Brenda Farrelly. What information have you got?

You've heard of the Soho Savage?

The London serial killer.

Who hasn't? It's in all the papers.

He's one of us.

You're sure?

Positive. I saw him.

I don't want to say anything on the phone. Can you come to London?

In a few days.

But I'd like to ask a couple of questions.

When you get here.

I should have taken the situation more seriously.

Begging your pardon, Captain, but I believe the coroner may be arriving.

Audio enhancement, Selma.

What's wrong, Sergeant?

The savage again?

Same M .O.

No sign of forced entry.

Victim's a young woman.

Her blood's been drained.

Strange odor of burnt almonds.

It drains their blood.

Any sign of the killer?

No. The neighbor heard screams, called it in.

We probably just missed him.

Always a step ahead.

I'm some bloody psychic.

How soon can you do an autopsy? I don't know.

I have to go through the right channels.

Call me in the morning and I'll give you a definite time.

Sergeant Leeds, isn't it?

Claudine Baker, London Post. Right. No press allowed, miss.

Sorry, Claudine, forensics just went up.

It is the Savage, then?

Not so loud.

With any luck, we should know more by tomorrow afternoon.

David, please.

A scoot would mean a lot right now.

OK. Tomorrow noon at the pub.

Maybe I'll have something for you.

Thanks, love.

Now, move along, miss.

Strictly police business here.

Selma, give me a bio quickly on a Claudine Baker, reporter working for the

Age 27, height 5 '6", commenced her career at the Post in 1990. What about

birthplace? Whitehaven, the Lake District. Was Miss Lakes 1988?

Sorry.

Sorry. Thanks.

Aren't you Claudine Baker?

Yes. Do I know you?

You were Miss Lakes, 1988.

Yes, how do you know that?

I was vacationing in Whitehaven in 88.

You're American?

That's what everybody keeps telling me.

Captain Donald Lombardi.

Captain? I'm a police officer.

An American policeman?

What are you doing over here?

I'm on vacation.

You seem to do that a lot, vacationing.

Not really, it's half business.

Now wait a minute.

You're on vacation.

Here, in Soho.

And in the middle of the night, you just happen to arrive at the scene of a

murder.

I'm as surprised as you are. You police are all the same.

Act totally amazed.

But you can't fool me.

You're here after the savage, aren't you?

Go on and bit it.

I'm sorry, I can't answer that.

Undercover. I thought so.

If you're here...

That means the Savage must have a record in America as well.

Off the record?

Absolutely. It's pure speculation.

Meaning yes.

Listen, I think we might be able to help each other.

If you give me the exclusive to the American side of the story, I'll

you to the police in charge of the investigation.

Why would I need help talking to the police?

Because if you were working with them, you'd be on the other side of the

barricade. You're very sharp.

Thank you.

The police aren't talking to anyone.

The only reason I have any information at all is that I happen to be dating one

of the sergeants in charge.

Oh, and you want to introduce me to him.

That's right.

So, do we have a deal?

On one condition.

Which is?

For security reasons, I can't give you the story until the savage is caught.

As long as I have your word, you won't forget?

Absolutely.

Now, when do we meet this policeman of yours?

Noon tomorrow at the Silent Woman.

The Silent Woman?

It's a pub.

Do you have transportation?

A rental.

Good. Then you can meet me there.

If something comes up and you can't make it, just call and leave a message on my

machine at the office.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Ta -ra.

So the question

remains.

Did Brenda Farrelly have information about the Savage?

Or was it just another one of her scams?

Her records do show that she was wanted on 23 counts of fraud in the 22nd

century. However, voice stress analysis would indicate that she may have been

telling the truth in this instance.

I think I picked a bad time not to believe her.

What was that?

A truck, Captain. An eight -ton truck.

Diesel propelled.

What's he doing on the wrong side of the road?

In England, I believe that is a relative statement.

Oh, right.

No, I believe you mean left.

Right. Left.

How am I supposed to learn how to drive if they keep changing the rules?

You know, these people are a hundred years away from a uniformed police code.

certainly defies logic.

Like that sign.

Very clever.

Marie Antoinette would not agree.

Selma, it's a joke.

Ah, liberty.

Please explain.

Well, the guy who named the pub The Silent Woman obviously thought it was a

contradiction in terms, so he painted the woman without a head.

Get it?

No. Right. All right, obviously it loses something in translation.

Translation? Into what?

Never mind.

What's important is that we find Brenda Farrelly's body before they autopsy it.

and destroy any evidence.

My database shows three possibilities.

Scotland Yard, Price Hospital, or the morgue at the local police station.

Three? Well, how do we know which one?

Are you talking to someone?

Oh, hi.

No. No, I'm just dictating some notes before I go inside.

Very impressive.

Always wanted to be able to do that, but somehow I always get stuck in the

middle of a sentence.

Is that your credit card?

State of the art.

It's designed to look like a credit card. It makes people relax and forget

they're being interviewed.

The technology is amazing. May I try?

Well, the power has just gone down.

Battery charge.

It's voice activated.

This is amazing.

So who's the policeman?

He's assigned to the CID task force. I'm a savage.

122 ,870 points.

You ought to quit the force and become a professional video champ.

Oh, give up my amateur standing, never.

Yeah.

Aren't you even going to try and top me, then?

I've lost enough already.

Nice jacket.

Nice football.

League champs, two years running.

David here's the star. I know. Saw him play.

Couple of breaks went my way, that's all.

David Leeds, Martin Callender. Meet your American counterpart, Donald Lombardi.

You're a cop?

Oh, the bloke from last night.

Why didn't you say so?

You seem to have your hands full. I didn't want to be in your way.

You ever play Stalker?

Play what?

Stalker. It's a game.

Callender, he just broke his own record.

Oh. Care to take a shot? To tell Bob?

Bob who?

Oh, I like that.

All right,

make it a quid.

What do I have to do?

Well, you put your coin in here.

This is your joystick.

That's your zapper. You start at level one.

The faster you get to the top of the tower, the more points you score.

Martin, it's not fair. He's never played before.

Press start and off you go.

Something like that.

I'd say you owe him a quid.

I'd say you do, Dad.

It's child's play.

I used to play those computer games when I was a kid. You know, we actually had

that same machine right back there at our squad room.

Where's that?

District of Columbia.

Welcome to England.

Thanks. So, what are you doing in London?

Police business.

I'm very...

Interested in your savage.

Why is that?

His M .O. is very similar to a serial killer that we had in the 80s.

Is that so?

And what M .I. would we be talking about?

No forced entry.

Victim's blood.

Drained. Strange odor.

That's amazing.

Considering the case is classified.

We know how it is.

A couple of little information here, a rumour there.

So what about the girl, the one that was killed last night?

Have you done an autopsy yet?

No. The morgue at the yard's backed up these days.

Well, what'll it be?

Well, the Yankee will probably have a shot of wild turkey.

No, thanks.

Where I come from, turkey's an endangered species.

You making fun of me?

Oh, ease off, Martin. It's only a joke.

I'll bid you back on duty in an hour.

How about a pitcher of ginger beer and four glasses, hmm?

Right, a pitcher and four it is.

Thank you, Dave.

You can't leave the left one in good manners.

May I see your identification?

Certainly.

Here you go.

Dr Lombardi, from America.

Over here to speak to the Royal Academy on the psychological motivation of

serial killers.

Dr Rowland asked me to consult on autopsies before. Very good, sir. Very

sir. Your papers seem to be in order. Here's your visitor's badge.

Please display it at all times.

Turn left into the courtyard.

The morgue's just beyond. Have a good day. Thank you.

You put that request through to the State Chair?

Five minutes after you've voted.

To D .C. Metropolitan Police Department, Office of Personnel Employment,

Verification Section, Washington, D .C.

Request confirmation ID and all pertinent data on your Officer Donald

ASAP. And we're still waiting on a reply.

Give us the tingle when you hear something, will you? Yes, sir.

Case number 283417.

Murder victim.

Cajun female.

Approximate age, 25.

Weight, 58 kilograms.

Excuse me, you can't come in here.

I'm sorry, I was looking for the head of CID.

CID is in building G. This is the morgue.

Visitors aren't usually permitted past the security desk unless accompanied by

senior officer.

Aren't you Dr. Rowland?

Why, yes.

Have we met?

I'm Dr. Donald Lombardi out of Johns Hopkins University.

I heard that a girl was murdered last night in Soho, possibly another victim

the so -called Savage.

Sounds like an interesting case. Can you tell me, have you done the autopsy yet?

That's classified.

I'm afraid you'll have to leave.

Forgive me for disturbing you

You had any word on the autopsy yet? Well, nothing yet. I was just on my way

over. If you want to wait... I can't. I've got to make the late addition.

All right.

Walk with me.

Actually, I wanted to ask you something.

This Donald Lombardi, exactly where did you meet him?

Same place as you did.

Outside the dead girl's apartment the night she was murdered.

Did you ever ask to see his credentials?

No. Why?

Then you really don't know anything about him, for certain. Other than the

that he's American.

What are you talking about?

We contacted Washington to confirm his ID.

They have no record of him ever serving on the police force there.

Really? Claudine, you're just too trusting.

If he's not who he says he is, then who is he?

We're not sure.

You're going to arrest him for impersonating a police officer?

Not yet.

My partner thinks he actually might be the killer.

What? You mean the savage?

It's just a bit odd.

But first of all, this yank has far too much confidential information.

And secondly, he's been impersonating a police officer.

Could be a reporter. I'd do something like that to get a story.

Just watch yourself.

I care about what happens to you.

Is that right?

Yeah.

You're about the only woman that I've ever met that I can really talk to.

I'm running late.

Promise you'll call me if you hear from him.

I promise.

Someone,

what's taking so long? It's only a forensic analysis.

The time such a task takes depends upon the complexity of the death cycle. I'm

computing as fast as I can.

Well, that's not fast enough. I don't think the good doctor's going to be in a

great mood when he wakes up.

Impatience is its own punishment.

Just do it.

What's this?

Oh, here we go.

It's the case for all the savage.

Preliminary cause of death.

Massive blood loss, compounded by acute oxygen starvation to all vital organs,

resulting in spontaneous myocardial infarction.

Sincerely, Brenda Forrest is the tenth victim of the savage, and they've all

been killed in the same way.

I'm picking up a distinct trace of lanthanum.

Lanthanum? That's the principal immobilizing element in the PPT.

You will also notice the small puncture wound in the victim's neck.

Right at the base of the jugular.

Given the precise location, depth of penetration, the cinch marks girdling

throat, and the faint odor of burnt almonds, it is most likely the wound

resulted from the use of a tranq.

an instrument used to perform blood transfusions.

And since tranks weren't developed for the 21st century, then the killer must

have brought it with him.

This confirms that the savage is definitely from the 22nd century.

So he stuns them with a PPT, and then while they're semi -conscious, still

alive, he drains their blood. And what does this guy get, some kind of vampire

complex? What causes the odor?

A trank is designed to only salvage red blood cells. The odor is the burning of

the white cells.

Well, this would explain why the police aren't saying anything.

It's what's called mass hysteria.

Dr. Rowland!

I think we've overstayed our welcome.

What's the problem?

I don't know, but something's wrong.

Dr. Rowland!

Everything all right?

Tell me, can you find a way out of here? Scanning.

Regrettably, Captain, the plans for Scotland Yard are restricted. They are

in my database.

Can you get her?

There. Come on.

Roland.

You all right?

Where is he?

Where is he?

There was another man.

In here?

What did he look like?

Tall, dark hair.

Good looking chap.

American.

American?

What did he want?

Something about the savage at last victim. I was about to begin the autopsy

he came in.

It's Donald Lombardi.

You were right.

Maybe he's a savage.

A savage?

In here?

Decidedly futuristic heart rate just above 30 beats per minute.

Tom, that's mine.

No, in addition to yours.

Those were the same two cops in the bar. Why didn't you tell me then?

Because you put me on battery charge.

There's one way to find out if he was here.

Let's have a listen to your recording.

Visitors aren't usually permitted past these...

and that's accompanied by a senior officer.

Aren't you Dr. Rowland?

Why, yes.

Have we met?

Dr. Donald Lombardi.

It's out in APB. I'm Donald Lombardi. Good.

I still do not understand why you elected to abandon a perfectly drivable

automobile inside Scotland Yard. Because driving it, they would have stopped me

at the gate.

They did not stop the laundry truck.

Because they didn't know I was in the back of it.

All right, with a little luck, maybe Claudine can pick us up. Try ringing her

the post.

Negative, Captain. The English telephone system remains most uncooperative.

Selma?

I can't see 10 feet in this fog.

How am I going to find a phone?

36 degrees and 9 .5 meters to your left.

Someone give me Spaulding.

Claudine Baker's desk at the London Post.

I'm not in right now, so if you'll please leave me a message, I'll call you

as soon as I can. Ta.

Claudine, this is Donald.

If you haven't heard from the police, you will.

For reasons I can't explain right now, they put out an APB for my arrest in

connection with the Savage murder case.

And with luck, by the time I see you, I'll be able to identify the real

But I'm also going to need your help to catch him.

So if you get this message, please wait for me and I'll be there as soon as I

can.

Bye.

Someone get me the pub.

Evening. Thanks for calling the Silent Woman. This is Georgette. How can I help

you? Georgette, this is Donald Lombardi, Claudine's friend.

Is she there?

No, I'm sorry, love. She hasn't popped in. Can I take a...

Yes, you can tell her that I need to talk to her and... Can she meet me at

post? Right, I'll pass that on. Oh, I'm sorry, Dax. I've got a flight to pass.

Visual mode, Selma.

You wish to discuss the case?

Let's review the facts.

Brenda Farr was killed by someone who shot her with a PPT. The standard police

weapon. Right, and we already know that the killer is one of two possible police

officers, which also explains the easy entrances into the apartments of the

victims. If the savage is posing as a policeman in this century, perhaps he

trained as an officer in the 22nd century.

I'd say it's a sure thing. So let's check Police Academy files starting in

There's got to be a record of someone who fits the profile.

Scanning.

Negative, Captain.

My database shows no such record.

Well, that's not possible. It's got to be there.

Unless, of course, he was tossed out of the Corps.

I beg your pardon?

In rare cases, cadets have been removed for serious breaches of conduct and

turned over, along with their records, to the Justice Department for

prosecution.

And you believe the killer may be such a person?

I'd bet on it.

Scanning.

The Justice Department attempted to arrest a cadet in connection with the

of a female officer in 2183.

With a trunk.

That is correct.

However, he was never apprehended.

Name? Wallace Morgan.

Well, it has to be an alias. Is there a visual record?

None. Records were stolen or destroyed.

Then some of the savage has to be the same man.

So if we're going to catch him, we'd better move.

Move where?

Back to Brenda's apartment to see if he left any traces.

Where's my summer?

Evening, love. What'll it be?

Nothing for me. I'm on duty tonight.

Say, that yank Donald Lombardi hasn't been by recently, has he? No, but he

phoned here for Claudine.

What do you want?

Oh, he wanted to see her tonight at her office.

Why, is there something wrong?

There's an APB out for his arrest.

God, it's not the Savage.

Mum's all right, love.

He comes in, you just keep him busy and give him your call.

Right.

Visual mode.

Assuming the neighbors might get suspicious and call the police, we'd

work fast.

Activate spectra scan.

Precisely what is it we are looking for?

Dried blood.

But you know Brenda Farrelly was the victim. Why must you confirm it?

I'm not.

Virtually impossible to use a tranquil without spilling a drop or two of your

own blood.

So you believe the blood we find will belong to the killer?

If we're lucky.

All visible samples of dried blood appear to have belonged to the victim.

What do you have? A variant.

Analysis. Male, Caucasian, height 180 centimeters.

Reject the image.

Try police uniform.

And this is the only other bloodstain besides Brenda's?

That is correct.

If you haven't heard from the police, you will.

For reasons I can't explain right now, they put out an APB for my arrest in

connection with the Savage murder case.

And with luck, by the time I see you, I'll be able to identify the real

But I'm also going to need your help to catch him.

So if you get this message, please wait for me and I'll be there as soon as I

can.

I'm sorry.

I tried to tell you.

It just doesn't seem like a killer.

Well, they rarely do.

He obviously wanted to get you alone and then... Do you want to call Scotland

Yard?

That won't be necessary.

When he gets here, I'll take care of him.

Shouldn't you get some backup just to be safe?

I'll take care of him.

Just leave it to me.

What should I do?

Answer. If it's Donald Lombardi, tell him you're alone and you'll wake him.

Hello? Claudine, you're there.

It's Donald again. I would have called earlier, but Brenda's phone was

disconnected.

Brenda's the dead girl?

Right. Listen to me. I know who the savage is.

And I think you're in danger.

Who?

David Leeds.

Oh, that's crazy.

No, he's been setting me up to divert attention from himself.

I don't believe you.

Then believe this.

If he hasn't contacted you yet, he will any minute.

And he'll say he has to just pick me up for questioning.

If you try to call Scotland Yard, he'll say that he can handle it himself.

And then once he's sure that I'm coming over, he'll ask you to leave because he

can't afford any witnesses.

Tell him you'll wait for him here.

I'll wait for you here.

Okay. Get to security. I'm on my way.

He's on his way.

He says you're the savage.

That just shows you how desperate he is.

Hello? It's Calendar.

Sergeant Leeds there.

It's for you. Sergeant Calendar.

Yes, Martin.

Georgette told me that Lombardi might be on his way over.

Do you need some backup?

I can handle it on my own. Sure?

I've got everything under control.

Thanks for calling.

Now, I want you to go and leave everything to me.

What? Go and leave everything to me.

That's exactly what you said you would say.

Oh.

Did he say why?

So there wouldn't be any witnesses when you killed him?

He's crazy.

Now, let's go.

No, I don't think so.

But I insist.

David, you're hurting me. Shut up. Let's go.

Shut up and do what I say.

Oh, my God, he's right.

You are the savage.

they cut me like that.

You see, I have a very dangerous blood disorder.

Unfortunately, I also have a solution.

It's called hemoviscorium, an overabundance of the male hormone test.

Devours red blood cells.

Unless I receive a regular infusion of fresh blood, I'll die.

Of course.

If I lose large amounts of blood, it has to be replaced.

Immediately.

Some analysis.

I detect the faint odor of burnt almonds, Captain.

Where's it coming from?

Since I did not detect it as we came up the stairs, I suggest you try the next

floor.

You must believe me when I tell you how it saddens me to have to do this.

I genuinely liked you.

Captain Darian Lambert, fugitive retrieval. I'm here to send you back.

I'm not going anywhere.

on your killing patterns.

You're Hemovascoric, aren't you?

Very impressive, Captain Lambert.

Why'd you run?

Doctors in the 22nd century could have treated you.

Rob's already part of it, Captain.

I live for the chase.

And the kill.

I've got the girl.

She's got nothing to do with this.

Whoop your weapon and I'll let it go.

Someone think I can get a clean shot from here.

What's the matter with my MPPT?

My assumption would be that you forgot to reload it after your last assignment

and it is out of pellet.

Damn. I'll count to three and the girl dies.

One.

I think I've found a way to make the pellet projection tube smaller since

left.

Hand it over.

Let her go first.

Not a chance.

Sergeant Lee, drop your weapon. You are completely surrounded.

Surrender your weapon now.

Is he dead?

Yes.

The savage is dead.

What was all that about?

It's a long story.

And it's mine exclusively.

We had a deal, remember?

You said you'd tell me everything he'd done in the States.

In the States?

Nothing.

Yet.

Write your story, but leave me out of it.

Lombardi, that's not fair. This is the story of the century and it's all mine.

What am I going to tell my editor?

The truth.

The savage is a bad cop.

Well, Selma, I guess she got her story.

And I see she didn't leave me out of it.

A mystery American?

Some guy named Donald Lombardi.

Seems he slipped away in the middle of the night.

The London Post is offering 10 ,000 pounds for him to come forward.

Something tells me Claudine will be very busy the next few days weeding through

all the Lombardis who have suddenly come out of the woodwork.

Perhaps you should set the record straight before we leave.

I don't think so.

This Donald Lombardi is tired.