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

.D.

2193.

Another goodbye.

I don't want to go.

You want to see your mommy again, don't you?

You're my mommy.

Oh, no, Jimmy.

I'm your good friend who has taken care of you while your mommy had to be away,

but she's back now, and she loves you very much.

You don't love me anymore?

Of course I do.

And we'll see each other lots, but our little boy should be with his real

Why?

Because... Because that's the way it should be. Jimmy?

Here she comes now.

Isn't she pretty?

You go give her a big hug.

Oh, Jimmy.

Oh, sweetheart.

I miss you so much.

That's close enough.

Kit!

It's me.

Al?

What are you doing here?

I thought you might let me stay at your place.

Forget it. I believe in the sanctity of divorce.

Nothing like that. I just gotta have a place to crash for tonight.

I thought you had a condo.

Yeah, well, I had to get out of there in a hurry.

You got in trouble again, didn't you? Nothing I can't handle.

How about it?

Just for tonight.

No, not this time, Al. I came here to put all that behind me.

When you needed help, I didn't turn you away.

If it weren't for me, you'd be doing hard time back home. Look, I've got a

record here.

This has got nothing to do with here. The guy after me is a fugitive retrieval

cop.

A cop from the future? Yeah.

It began in the future.

A time machine called Trax.

Criminals who vanish.

And a lawman who must pursue into the past.

Now he's among us.

A special breed of man.

He has one weapon and a computer named Selma.

Good morning, Captain Lambert.

With her, he will travel 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.

My captain was in pursuit of Albert Logan, one of the first fugitives to

the 20th century, wanted for embezzlement, bunko, and grand larceny.

Looks like he left in a hurry.

Didn't even take time to eat his dinner.

Oh.

Just as well he didn't.

Visual mode.

The telephone answering machine message has been listened to but not rewound.

Perhaps it could explain Mr. Logan's haste.

8 .15 p .m. You have one message.

Hey, Al. There was an insurance adjuster here trying to give you a settlement

check. A fellow by the name of Lance...

address. I hope that's okay.

Well, I guess we know why he didn't hang around to eat his dinner.

The question is, where did he go?

Al, are you gone yet?

Thanks, kid. It was nice of you to put me up.

Are we even now?

I don't know, kid. If it weren't for me, you'd be doing 15 or 20. I figure you

owe me a couple more markers.

Goodbye, Al.

Say, if anybody comes here looking for me... Don't worry. I haven't seen you.

Oh, I knew that. It's just that I'd appreciate it if you'd let me know.

Well, that's asking a lot. It means a lot.

Okay, what's the number? There's no phone, but I'll be at the Monarch Arms

303. Can I count on you?

I promise.

You're terrific.

You always were.

Get out of here.

So, did Logan make any calls after he was tipped off?

Scanning.

He called for a cab.

Can you access the cab company's computer and find out where they dropped

off? Continuing, Scab.

Captain, the cab dropped Logan off at Bradwell Hall, the county orphanage.

Bradwell? Yes, Captain.

The same institution where you grew up 167 years later.

Captain, my senses indicate the three men are rapidly approaching.

Three armed men.

Harry!

What's that?

It ain't out. No, maybe found it.

You know something, Selma?

Chicago's a pretty rough town.

Selma, I remember it as being much bigger.

Probably because you were so much smaller.

I guess so.

Let's see.

Catherine Logan, R .N.

Must be the connection.

Why do you sit out here all alone?

Said Alice, not wishing to begin an argument.

Why?

Because there's nobody with me.

Quiet, Humpty Dumpty.

Did you think I didn't know the answer to that?

Ask another.

Don't you think you'd be safer down on the ground?

Alice went on.

That wall is so very narrow.

What tremendously easy riddles you ask, Humpty Dumpty growled out.

Of course I don't think so.

If ever I did fall off, the king has promised me to send all his horses and

his men.

Alice interrupted, rather unwisely.

You've been listening at doors, or you couldn't have known it.

Summer, maybe we should drop in on her at home.

I don't understand, Captain.

We've come all this way.

I can't tell you why.

I've got a strange feeling.

I'd rather not disturb her now.

Yeah.

Catherine Logan.

Uh -huh.

Federal Marshal.

Can I come in for a minute?

Yes, of course.

Would you like some coffee?

Uh, no thanks.

I came here to ask you about Albert Logan.

I see.

Sit down.

Thanks.

Are you related?

We were married for a little while.

I divorced him about a year ago.

Do you know where he is now?

No, I haven't seen him since the divorce.

You don't have any idea where I can find him?

No, well, Al the Drifter.

Not exactly a model citizen.

Did he ever tell you about his background?

Where he came from?

No. We didn't talk much.

Why does a smart, well -educated woman like yourself go for a man like him?

Well, I guess he just swept me off my feet.

Why didn't you ask all these questions this afternoon?

You saw me.

I don't miss much, Marshal.

Yeah. The children were enjoying themselves so much.

I didn't want to interfere.

Very thoughtful.

Well, the truth is, I was raised in Bradwell.

And I remember what it was like.

Long time ago.

Well, you seem to have turned out all right.

Thanks.

Sorry I can't help you more.

Thank you for your time.

Marshal, I didn't catch your name.

Lambert.

Darian Lambert.

Hi, Kit.

Here's the latest news on your little boy.

He's doing very well, strong and healthy, and he's very bright in school.

He's lonely sometimes and dreams about you often.

I wish you'd reconsider your decision not to visit.

He painted this from that old photograph you left us.

His name -choosing ceremony will be in a few weeks.

He joined the first name of the hero of the just war with your maiden name.

From now on, your son will be known as Darian Lambert.

You get it? We ran into some trouble.

What kind of trouble? Some guy was searching Logan's condo when we got

Maybe he found it.

Don't give me maybes.

There's enough on that floppy disk to put us away, big time.

Nothing to worry about, boss. I'll find the guy.

You better.

Because I'm going to kill somebody.

It's either him or you.

Visual mode, Selma.

I need to think things through.

Yes, Captain.

What do you make of Kit Logan?

An intelligent woman, dedicated to her work, skilled at concealing her

Why do you say that?

Although she appeared calm, my scan of her vital signs revealed that she was

under considerable stress.

Because she was lying about having seen out Logan.

That is possible.

I find it hard to imagine her with a crook like Logan.

My historical records indicate that women often choose mates who prove to be

unworthy. I guess so.

There was something about her that made me feel that she was a better judge of

character than that.

Selma, turn to the right.

Captain?

And now the other direction.

Well, know what it is?

She looks like you.

She looks so much like you that I instinctively trusted her.

But the fact is that she's covering up for a fugitive.

Which means that she'll lead us to him.

Watch out.

Okay, Joanne, you take care of that.

I just want to let you know I have a lead on your ex -husband's whereabouts.

I should know tonight.

What will you do to him?

He's a fugitive.

I'll send him back where he came from.

I see.

Well, thanks for letting me know.

No problem.

Monitor the phone lines, Selma.

If she calls Logan, I'll need you to trace it to his location.

Yes, Captain.

Wait a minute.

Thanks for warning, babe.

I know I can count on you. There, notice that. After this, no more markers.

We're even.

Yeah, sure, sure.

Put her right there!

You safe for you?

Why can't you warn me? Sure.

You know something? I'm going to be rid of you for good.

Transmission's on sale.

I don't know really how to do this, but... Please, dear God,

don't let my son die.

Excuse me.

Don't be alarmed.

I work for Captain Lambert.

What are you?

I'm a specified encapsulated limitless memory archive.

An advanced computer designed specifically for Captain Lambert.

Only the five most important police captains are authorized one.

What do I call you?

My captain uses my acronym, Selma.

Selma.

Did Darian know who I am?

No. He felt something, but attributed it to our resemblance.

Why do you look like me?

He made a childhood painting. My programmers used it. I hope you don't

I'm flattered.

What exactly do you do for him?

I help in any way I can.

You watch out for him?

Yes.

Like a mother?

I wouldn't put it that way.

I can't believe this is happening.

I'm talking to a computer about my... my child.

My son.

Who I gave up in another world.

What do I say it with?

Hi, Darian.

I'm your mom, the fugitive.

Can you tell me what to do?

I believe our first priority should be the captain's condition.

Yes.

May I examine him?

Yes, of course.

You will find a credit card in his shirt pocket.

Please place it on his forehead.

Do what?

Think of the card as an omni -scan.

You have done very well.

An excellent job of stitching up the wound. But he has lost too much blood.

I've been giving fluids, but... I was afraid 20th century blood would cause a

reaction. Yes, it could have killed him.

But you have overlooked an available alternative.

We have at hand a potential donor whose blood type matches the captain's

exactly.

My blood is the perfect thing.

I'll monitor the flow. Just relax.

Selma.

How long have you and Darian been together?

Over three years, which, in a manner of speaking, is my whole life.

Tell me about him.

My captain is a fine policeman.

Intelligent, strong, brave, decent, honorable, gentle, and understanding.

Thelma.

You love him, don't you?

I do not have human emotions.

My captain's well -being is my primary concern, but...

I cannot imagine being without him.

I was right.

You love him.

Does that give me the right to ask you an impertinent question?

Why I gave him up?

Yes.

Because I wanted the best for him.

And I certainly wasn't it.

I wasn't a good person, Selma.

I ran with the wrong crowd. I drifted anywhere the action took me.

I did a lot of things I'm not proud of.

Perhaps the responsibility of a child would have modified your behavior.

It took a lot of hard knocks to straighten me out.

I had to hit bottom before I turned round.

I... I decided to break completely with the old life.

That's why I came here.

For me, the 20th century is...

It's a whole new beginning.

You have succeeded in overcoming your past.

My captain will admire that.

He mustn't know.

Why not?

He idolizes his mother, doesn't he?

Yeah. His dream mother is perfect and faultless. That's not me. I don't even

come close.

His imaginary mother has given him so much more than I ever could.

I don't want to destroy that.

Are you certain?

Yes.

It's enough that I've met him and know how well he's turned out.

You were seriously wounded.

Nurse Logan provided you with excellent medical attention.

I'm very confused.

We can talk later.

Right now, you need your rest.

You'll

sleep

through the night.

It's been one hell of a day.

Selma? Yes, Captain.

Visual work.

All right, Selma, what's going on here?

With respect to what, Captain?

What can you tell me about Kit Logan?

She is a kind and generous woman, intelligent, highly proficient in her

profession. I know that part.

She received her medical education at the University of Chicago, qualifying as

registered nurse. Since then, she has worked for Cook County Children's

I don't mean here.

What have you got on her from the future?

I have no file on Nurse Catherine Logan from the 22nd century, Captain.

I had a blood transfusion, didn't I?

Yes, Captain.

And Kit Logan is the only other person here.

He let her give me her blood.

Yes, Captain.

You never would have done that if she weren't from the future.

Your logic is impeccable.

So why didn't you tell me?

Captain, I make many determinations.

It would not be practical to communicate them all.

Selma, you're holding out on me.

Why would I do that?

All I know is I seem to remember the two of you hovering over me in some kind of

mysterious partnership.

You were delirious for a long time, Captain.

That doesn't explain why you're being so protective of her now.

Would you send her back?

Is there some reason I should?

I would not advise it.

Selma, you're avoiding direct answers.

I want the truth, and I want it now.

Captain, you are just recovering from a serious wound.

I suggest you simply, slang phrase, chill out.

It's okay.

Selma gave me permission.

You'd like something to eat?

Sure.

Oatmeal and raisins?

A Bradwell tradition.

Yes.

Some things never change, huh?

I ate this for breakfast six times a week, winter and summer.

And banana pancakes on Sundays.

That's right.

That's right.

So how come you didn't tell me you were from the future?

You didn't ask.

You knew all along who I was.

How do you figure that?

Because you called me captain yesterday.

And that was before you talked to Selma.

So I know who you were. Is that a federal offense?

Look, don't get me wrong.

I'm very grateful for what you did.

But some things just don't add up.

One minute, you tip off Al. Then I'm after him.

And the next, you saved my life.

I couldn't let you bleed to death.

You could have just called an ambulance.

Well, I...

I knew that if you went to a hospital, there'd be a lot of embarrassing

questions about your heart rate, your blood count. You went way out of your

to help a cop who just sent your husband back to jail. Ex -husband. Okay, ex.

You risked your life to warn him.

Look, warning Al was wrong, and I shouldn't have done it.

But I don't apologize. I'd do it again.

Lady, you're a walking contradiction.

I can't figure you out. I'm not so strange.

No? Then maybe you can tell me why my computer gives me the runaround every

I ask her about you. I didn't know Selma could do that.

Oh, so I didn't imagine it.

You two did meet.

Yes.

I like her.

Of course, she looks like you.

I noticed that.

Do you know why?

No.

Because she's supposed to look like a...

What's your maiden name?

What are you driving at? What is it?

Oh, Mally!

I don't think so.

I know my own name.

How do you know what I was fed in the 22nd century?

I work at Bradwell, a place like that. It wouldn't change its routine in only

200 years.

That's pretty thin.

I think you know because you visited there long enough to abandon your

son.

That's crazy.

No, it makes a lot of sense. Why are you denying it?

Look. The year you were born, I was living in the Slavic Federation, 14 ,000

miles from Chicago.

What?

Why are you cross -examining me like this? I want to hear you say it! Say

That you're my mother.

If I were your mother, I'd be very proud of you.

Why? You don't know the first thing about me. You closed the door and you

away. Darian, please!

Just tell me why you left me! You're not...

I'm listening.

What were they?

Mrs. Logan, I think you've got something I want.

We'll make this simple.

Just three questions.

One, where's the floppy disk?

What disk?

The disk your husband stole from us. Ex -husband.

Hey, don't jerk me around. You give me straight answers or you die, understand?

I don't know anything about a computer disk.

Maybe not. We'll see.

Search the place.

While they're looking, we'll go and question who. Where's Al?

You're not going to believe me.

Cry. All I can say is you're never going to see Al again.

I think you better start taking me seriously.

Forget Al.

He's gone for good.

Let's get on to question three.

There was another man, a pro.

I want to know about him.

You don't want to mess with him. Why not?

He's a federal marshal.

Oh, hey, what?

I'm supposed to be scared?

You better be. You're not even in the same league as this guy.

This is getting interesting.

Is he a special friend of yours?

You're not learning anything else about him from me.

Wrong.

Here's your remote, Selma.

Meet you.

Selma?

Damn.

I'm getting very tired of this.

Nick.

I found something.

What? She's got a bedroom rigged like a hospital. There's blood on the pillow.

Who was it?

Al or the Marshal?

I don't think it was Al.

I found this.

Darien Lambert.

See what else you can find.

So, you don't know anything about a computer disk.

I didn't know it was there.

You've been lying to me all along.

Actually, I haven't.

Not that it matters.

You're going to kill me anyway.

Not before I get the truth out of you.

You got company?

The Marshal.

Now we're getting somewhere.

Oh, you must be Darian Lambert.

What's this all about? Nothing.

We've been playing a little game of three questions. There's one question

Where's Al Logan?

He's in jail where he belongs.

That's not what she told us. She doesn't know anything.

No? Look, I don't know what your beef with Al is, but I put him away.

You ought to thank me.

I got other plans.

He shouldn't have come back.

They're going to kill us.

No, I don't think so.

I got half the Chicago police force out there.

Captain Selma is listening to every word.

Attention in the house.

This is the police.

He's wild. We have you surrounded.

Come out of the house with your hands in the air.

There is no escape.

Look at it. They're dangerous.

Someone call an ambulance.

Don't bother, Salma.

It's too late.

I'm afraid she's right, Captain.

I can send you back for 22nd century medical care.

Captain, she would not survive deportation. Don't upset yourself.

You're good.

But you're not that good.

You are my mother.

Aren't you?

Yes.

I wish your father had lived.

He was a cop, Darian.

A good, brave man.

Very handsome.

Like you.

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

I'm sorry. I couldn't be the mother you longed for.

You are.

You are the mother.

Take good care of my son.

I will.

I love you, Mom.

Forgive me.

Selma.

I'm here, Kent.

Her death was so senseless.

Captain, she was wounded protecting her son and died in his arms.

No mother could ask for a better death.

It's not right.

I miss her now more than ever.

I traveled 200 years before I found her, and now I've lost her again.

But you did find her, Captain.

There are many men who see their mothers every day and never really find them.

I guess that's true.

Selma?

Yes, Captain?

I'm glad they made you look like her.

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