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

.D.

2193.

We were in pursuit of a fugitive named Charles Mood, a brilliant artist in the

22nd century. Mood had murdered his wife, then escaped from confinement.

A routine scan revealed that Mood had recently purchased a burial plot in a

remote cemetery.

We went there to find out why.

Selma, check it out.

Identification positive.

Vehicle belonging to Charles Mood.

And there's its owner.

Selma, let's ruin his day.

move, Charles.

Lambert, I felt your presence.

It's time to go home.

Don't you want to see my masterpiece?

What?

Say cheese.

Can't you see me?

You've just been hit with a retinax beam.

You're blind, Lambert.

My God.

An eye for an eye.

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 Darian Lambert,

and this is his story.

I'm not going to kill you, Lambert.

On the contrary, I want you to live so you can hover.

As the policeman, I'm sure you understand the concept of justice.

Justice?

You blinded me.

Now we're even.

You're not blind. You can see.

What I see are computerized graphics, shapes, outlines, crude colors.

Like the difference between a Rembrandt and a child's coloring book.

I was an artist.

My eyes guided my hands to create works of beauty.

That day in my studio, when you threw the etching solution in my face, you

destroyed a brilliant career.

You were trying to kill me, remember?

I was just defending myself.

Which brings us to my parting question.

How are you going to defend yourself now?

Charles Mood is gone, Captain.

I have to follow him. Captain, you have sustained severe trauma.

I know him, Selma. He's playing some kind of sick game.

Well, he's not going to win.

I want you to tell me exactly how to get out of this grave.

The grave is exactly six feet deep, seven feet long and three feet wide.

If you retreat two steps, take two long strides and leap upward with your arms

outstretched, you should be able to grasp the top edge.

Selma, which way to the car?

90 degrees to your right.

Captain, this is unwise.

You are injured and disoriented. You cannot... Selma!

You don't tell me what I can't do.

Help me do what I can.

Which way to the car?

Directly ahead.

Approximately 100 paces.

You are incapable of operating a motor vehicle in your present condition.

Pilots fly blind.

But they are guided by instructions from the control tower.

Yeah, I'm the pilot, and you're the control tower. How hard can it be?

As you wish, Captain.

So that we may communicate effectively, I would advise that you think of the

steering wheel as a clock, placing your hands at ten and two.

Okay.

Ten and two.

Okay.

Here we go.

Which way, Selma? Straight ahead, Captain.

Hard right, Captain.

Harder, Captain.

You're still on the wrong side of the road.

Now, back to the left.

That's it. Now straight.

Good, Captain.

I promise I'll call.

Okay, Jerry.

Bye -bye.

Wide curve coming up.

Decrease speed and slowly bring the wheel to three o 'clock.

Captain, you're drifting.

You're drifting.

Captain, three o 'clock.

Go on out. Whoa. Take it easy.

I'm all right. I'm fine.

Look at me.

You can't see, can you?

No. Oh, God.

I'm taking you to the hospital. No.

No hospitals.

But you've got to get help.

Maybe you're right.

Both retinas are severely burned.

But it's only temporary, right? I will get my sight back.

Mr. Lambert, even if your retinas could heal, which is doubtful, it might take

months, even years.

And even then, you might only receive partial vision, shadows, flickering

Mr. Lambert, I want you to wait here. I'm going to make arrangements to have

admitted for observation and tests.

Selma. Yes, Captain.

Get me out of here.

Continue straight, Captain.

Right corner, ten meters ahead.

They're 20th century witch doctors. They know nothing.

That is partially true, Captain. However, the doctor's diagnosis was

this century.

Well, I don't accept it.

In the 22nd century, there is a surgical operation that could possibly alleviate

your problem. Five steps, Captain.

Summer, if I return to the future, I can't come back.

Isn't there something else we can do here?

Nothing medical.

But because of your accelerated healing powers, the physician's recovery

estimates could be off.

Ten right, Captain.

Mr. Lambert, it's Kay Archer. Where are you going?

I was in the waiting room when I saw you leave. What's going on?

They released me.

Said I'd be fine in days.

You'll forgive me, but I find that very hard to believe.

All right, Miss Archer.

The truth is, it may take a month or more. No, no, no, I'm going to be fine.

But right now, all I want to do is go home.

Well, I understand.

My car's parked right over here. Where do you live?

Washington, D .C.

Oh, uh, that's a little farther than I had in mind. Are you staying somewhere

the village?

I'm just passing through.

Listen, uh...

I have an empty cabin on my property. It's not much, but it's clean and it's

comfortable. You could stay there until your eyes heal.

That's very kind, but you don't even know me.

Well, sometimes you just have to trust your instincts.

Truth.

I feel responsible for what happened. Now, what do you say?

Come around there.

Okay. There you go.

Now, on the other side of the dining room table is a hutch on your left. Uh

-huh. And down there's some books.

Well, I guess you won't be using many of those. That's funny. Yeah.

Now, we'll come across this way and back to the center of the room.

Okay. Where are we starting? Okay. There you go.

Oh.

So, it's a school of hard knocks, huh? Oh.

My place is just up the hill. And the phone.

is over here.

If you need anything or if you just want to talk, my number is 555 -7331.

Got it.

Okay. The coffee's ready. You want me to pour you a cup?

No, actually, I think I'd like to be alone for a little while.

Well, I know the feeling.

I'll be checking on you from time to time.

Listen, thank you.

Really.

I'm just up the hill.

Visual mode, Selma.

If I may say so, Captain.

Visual mode seems hardly necessary in your present condition.

I know.

But it makes me feel better to know that you're there.

Miss Archer is a very pleasant person.

Perhaps you should take advantage of her offer to help.

I won't have anybody feeling sorry for me.

I can get along fine by myself.

You just watch me, Selma.

I'll have this place figured out in no time.

I think I'll have a cup.

I'm sorry.

It's just all I've worked for.

I can't let him end it like this.

So I can beat this.

Hoping against impossible odds is a common but ultimately foolish human

You're right.

You're right. It's foolish to stay here, but I'm going to stay all the same.

I'm going to find Mood, and I'm going to send him back.

How?

I'll retrain myself.

Captain, under General Order 17, you are required to return home if you are

incapacitated or otherwise unable to complete your mission.

Selma, I've got to try.

I just need a little time.

How much time, Captain?

Unless you place limitation on your effort, a little time could become a

lifetime.

I acknowledge that.

And the danger.

Do you acknowledge that, too?

A month.

That's all.

And if my sight hasn't returned or I haven't accomplished my mission, then

send myself back.

I promise.

Good morning, Selma.

Good morning, Captain.

Not bad for one week, huh?

Actually, Captain, you're becoming more proficient every day.

Selma, it's true.

What they say about all your senses being heightened.

The smell of this coffee.

Is the radio on?

No.

I hear music.

Captain, I must commend your hearing.

The music is coming from Miss Archer's house.

It's beautiful.

Can you identify the recording artist?

Captain, the music is live.

She has seen you, Captain.

And she does not appear to be pleased.

Oh, well, I'd better explain.

Darian, are you hurt?

Just what you need, right?

A blind peeping Tom. Oh, you've cut yourself.

You'd better come inside.

I'm sorry I intruded on your practice.

I couldn't help it.

You play like a professional.

I used to be.

Used to be. You're a little young to be retired, aren't you?

Two years ago, I was just starting out on the concert circuit, trying to make a

name for myself.

Things were going great until one night I slipped in the shower and

fell against the glass door with my right hand.

The glass shattered.

Most of the nerves and tendons were severed.

The doctors managed to save my hand, but said I'd never have full use of it

again.

Goodbye, concert career.

Maybe the doctors were wrong.

That's why I came out here, to close myself off from the rest of the world.

To see if I could get it back.

My right hand is actually stronger than it was before the accident.

So you're ready to go back?

No, it's not that simple.

I'm getting my skills back, but my confidence, that's something else.

The one thing I've learned from my situation is that you can't give up.

You're just a little gun -shy. You'll get your confidence back.

I don't know.

The idea of playing in front of an audience again terrifies me.

How about an audience of one?

I don't think so.

Okay.

How about a duet?

Do you play?

Do I play? Just give me a little room here.

Don't give up your day job. Right, right.

Well, thanks for trying.

I've heard you play.

You have a great talent.

I wish you wouldn't say that.

Why? Well, it gives me hope.

And that could be dangerous for a person like me.

It's not dangerous as long as you take it one step at a time.

Is that what you're doing?

Taking one step at a time?

No, I usually take it two steps at a time, which is why I fall down.

Well, maybe we could catch each other.

I'd like that.

I'd like that.

Step down.

Okay.

Keep going.

A few more.

Okay, one more.

I can take it from here. Thanks.

Uh, Darian?

I'm the world's worst cook, but, um, would you like to come to dinner

On one condition.

What's that?

You let me bring the wine.

Uh, great.

Uh, Darian, wait. The cabin's the other way.

I know.

Where are you going?

To get the wine.

What? At the country store by the main highway. I've been training by walking

down there and back every day.

Can she see me, Selma?

No, Captain.

Okay.

Let's try for a personal best.

Ready for time.

Captain, you are setting an excellent pace.

Thank you, Selma.

I must commend you for accepting Miss Archer's invitation.

Interacting with other human beings is equally important to your recovery.

I'm glad you approve.

You've made your point.

Now, pick the best.

That'll be $18 .12.

These are changed.

Thank you.

Pretty day, ain't it?

Oh, yeah.

It's a great day.

Thank you.

What the hell is wrong?

I'm sorry.

What are you, blind or stupid?

No, I'm just careless.

You better get yourself a dog.

Too bad, man.

You almost had it.

Try again.

Three degrees, point three meters.

Captain, that was a dangerous display of the storm. You could have been injured.

But I wasn't.

Doesn't that prove something?

Captain? That I can handle a dangerous situation.

Selma, I told you I was going to beat this thing.

All the furniture has been rearranged.

Everything's been changed.

What's around?

It appears someone has left you a message, Captain.

Where?

Carved into the post at the far end of the table.

Higher, Captain.

Selma, scan the area.

Scanning.

There is no sign of Charles Mood.

So he is playing a game.

A deadly game, Captain.

And if I may say so, you are not yet ready to play at his level.

You're right.

I need more time.

I'll have to warn Kay.

We'd all better get out of here.

That is her car, Captain.

Kay!

Kay!

Kay, wait!

Kay! She was alone.

Probably going into the village to shop for your dinner.

I'd better wait for her to come back.

What a mood to show up.

Money for the blind.

Of course.

God bless you.

I hope I didn't frighten you.

All of this is so new to me.

I'm sorry.

Your condition is recent?

Yes. The result of a tragic accident.

I have a friend who has the same disability.

Really? And he's doing quite well.

It's kind of you to try and cheer me up.

But my life will never be the same as it was before.

You see, I was an artist.

I think I understand.

I sense you do.

Are you an artist, too?

I, uh, I play the piano.

Hey, perhaps you could play for me sometime.

Well, um, I'm a little rusty these days, but who knows? Maybe we'll meet again.

I'm sure we will.

Good day, miss.

Miss Archer is returning.

Hi. Do you want to help with dinner?

Watch your step.

You'll never believe who I ran into today.

A man in town.

A blind man.

A blind man.

He lost his eyesight in an accident, too.

Is that a coincidence?

No.

It was no coincidence.

Darian, what's wrong?

Forty's tall, sharp features. He wore black wraparound glasses.

You know him?

Yes, and he knows me.

And what's worse, now he knows you.

Darian.

Just listen to me, please.

I worked for the government tracking fugitives, and this man that you met,

name is Charles Mood.

He's a psychotic killer.

Oh, God.

I was hoping that I'd recover in time to find him, and now he's found me. He

knows where I am, and obviously he's tracking you.

Oh, man.

Now, I want you to go.

stairs and I want you to pack a bag and I want you to get out of here. What

about you?

You don't worry about me. I just want you to get out of here and I want you to

hurry. I will if you promise to come with me.

No, no, no. Things have changed.

I don't want any innocent bystanders hurt, especially you.

Listen between mood and me.

Selma, any sign of Mood?

Negative, Captain.

Yes.

She's perfect, Lambert.

Mood.

You've done very well for yourself, haven't you?

So much better than I expected.

A beautiful place to live.

And a beautiful woman.

Talented, too.

She's just my type.

I'm waiting for you, Moon.

Yes. I'm literally counting the minutes.

Why don't you face me like a man and stop playing these games?

My countdown is almost complete.

You see, I wanted to see you suffer, but I underestimated your powers of

survival.

So I guess I'll just have to be satisfied with watching you die.

I've put a little surprise in Miss Archie's car.

A thermite bomb from our century.

Set to explode in exactly two minutes.

Selma, that thing could take out both of the houses.

Selma, confirm.

Scan it.

Captain, there is an explosive device hidden beneath the drive shaft.

How do I find it? There is not enough time. The device will explode before you

can neutralize it.

Initiate countdown, Selma. Counting.

Nine o 'clock, Captain.

Accelerate.

Someone scan the surrounding area. Find the safest, closest place to bomb this

bomb. Remain on this road. In one half mile, there is a cliff that overlooks a

deep, uninhabited valley. It should be sufficient to contain the explosion.

There is only one drawback.

What? The road is closed.

What will you do about the closed road?

Re -open!

Hold it steady.

You are now driving on the top of the trip base.

I have a gun.

Don't be afraid.

I'm perfectly harmless.

Where's Darian?

Lambert.

Oh, you can do much better than him. Where is he?

Well, if you must know, I sent him on a little errand.

I don't think he'll be coming back.

You played for him.

Play for me.

Play.

What would you like to hear?

Play something romantic.

I can't imagine what you saw in Lambert.

An artist like you, interested in a dumb, straight -arrow cop like him.

Now, we have something in common.

What could we have in common?

Why?

Our love of music, of course.

Our love of beautiful things.

Thomas! Take a good look. This is what your sweetheart did to me.

He made me a freak.

So I guess I'm not good enough for you, am I?

No, I... I was a fool to think you might be any different.

But you're just like my beautiful dead wife. Just like all the rest.

Bye.

My wife played poorly compared to you.

Her only real talent was beauty.

A beauty that blinded me to a true, unfaithful self.

You can imagine the pleasure and satisfaction it gave me to watch her

It was an artistic breakthrough.

As a painter.

I'd always known the incredible sense of power one achieves from creating a

thing of beauty.

But to destroy a thing of beauty, that's real power.

Moon! Over here, Lambert!

Jerry, no!

Excellent shot.

Don't worry about her. She's breathing.

The way she's waking...

I'll still be here.

And you'll be dead.

Mood, wait!

You're not going to beg, are you?

Please. He's going to beg.

Well, I'm listening.

Soma commence build -up for total energy purge. Building, Captain.

Can't hear the word, Glambert.

I said begging doesn't come easily to me. Well, if you're not going to beg,

you're wasting my time.

Build up a chain.

Any last words?

You think you're the only one that can follow thousands.

I want to finish this. Up close and personal.

Solo status.

Back online, Captain.

How may I serve you?

Help me take out the garbage.

Solo.

I saw it.

I saw that red flash. Now, is that possible?

Captain, place me above your eyes.

Scan marked improvement in both retinas.

Let's test it again.

Transmission tone, Selma.

Yes.

Darian?

Are you all right? I think so. How about you?

Getting better all the time.

Too bad we have to leave.

It would be nice to stay.

It would be wonderful.

But my job is all weight and neither will your audition in New York.

I'm not worried about the audition.

But what will I do without... without my audience of one?

Are you kidding?

I'll be there for your triumphant return concert along with a thousand other

people who love you.

You know, mine will love back.

We'll never forget you, Darian.

Would you mind if I took a picture of you?

Where's your camera?

Right here.

No matter where I am, all I have to do is close my eyes.

Time Tracks is a Gary Nardino production in association with Warner Brothers

Television.