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

.D.

2193.

When gambling was outlawed in 2178, it gave rise to a group of criminals noted

for their brutality.

One of the most notorious of these criminals was a man who would stop at

to satisfy his lust for money. His name was Clinton Sajak.

So, the martini expects a payment.

Well, in the Big Easy, nobody gambles unless he gets his cut.

Such greedy people.

His daughter Carla will be at the First Delta Bank at noon.

Demartini wants an answer.

Give it to her.

How do you do that?

No matter what Demartini does, you always want a head.

And someone who knows how to drive it.

Sidney!

You're late.

You said you had business.

I also said I wanted you here.

Sorry, I didn't realize.

Go wait in Sidney's Corvette.

She'll be right along.

Me?

You want me to drive that pig?

Oh, no.

No, I don't want anything from you.

Just like you don't want anything from me.

Come on, Clinton.

Don't do this, okay, please?

I'm not doing anything.

Are you?

Okay, okay, I understand.

You want me to drive Oscar? I will.

Just, um, do you think you could give me a couple more pills before I go?

You mean these?

Did your heart skip a beat?

You know it, Doug.

How fast can it go?

162 times a minute.

Come on, Clinton, please.

10 ,620 beats an hour.

Tell me, how do you feel?

Scared.

Your best.

Do as you're told.

And maybe you'll get the rest of these.

It's okay, Colin. I'll handle this.

What are you doing here?

Mr. Sajak has a message for our father.

Drive. Now!

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 of his own.

Knowing he cannot go home until he has found them all.

His name is Darian Lambert.

And this is his story.

For reasons my captain had yet to explain to me, our search for Sajak took

a cemetery near the mouth of the Mississippi.

Consequently, I felt compelled to ask, why are we in the city of New Orleans at

a funeral?

Carla DeMartini.

The deceased is some distant relation?

No.

The DeMartini crime family.

They control illegal gambling in Louisiana.

That's Angelo, head of the family.

His son, Anthony.

The woman is Angelo's wife.

She seems most distressed.

Last Friday, somebody gunned down her eldest daughter.

There were 18 ,256 gunshot victims in the year 1993.

What makes this one so remarkable?

Clinton Sajak's calling cards.

High stakes gambling and murdering your enemies.

Eldest child.

Ah, Greek tragedy.

The rewards of a classical education.

Sajak, Clinton Bartholomew. Born July 10th, 2153.

Last seen May 3rd, 2190.

Occupation, professional criminal.

Racketeering and gambling, the biggest.

I tracked him for five years.

I never got close enough to tag him.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Heavenly Father, we commend to you the soul of your servant.

Carla. Carla Maria DiMartini.

That she might receive absolution through your grace forevermore.

Amen.

If death is so upsetting, why do they throw a party?

Down here it's tradition.

Hire a band when somebody important dies.

Everybody's supposed to celebrate the fact that you've gone to a better place.

And what place would that be?

Heaven.

According to my database, heaven is synonymous with sky.

Where precisely in the sky do they expect to send her?

The concept doesn't really translate to computer language.

It kind of requires a leap of faith.

Thank you, Captain.

I now understand.

She has made a leap of faith upon the coffin so that when it is sent into the

sky, she will go with it.

Am I correct?

Not really. Listen, why don't we just focus on getting Clinton's sand jacket?

Give me audio amplification.

Anthony.

Take your mother home.

No, I go with you.

Do as you're told.

Pap, they killed Carla.

Rush the wolf at the scent of the lamb's blood. You too will be eaten.

We must wait.

Pap, we owe it to Carla.

Anthony, listen to me.

This Ray Jack is a man without honor, without a family.

When he first came to us with his $100 million to open up just one single

casino, I thought he was a fool.

But I now see that it was me, not him.

He doesn't want one operation. He wants it all.

And I want him. How? Where?

Mont Blanc? He never comes near the casino.

If he hit his cash flow hard enough, we'll get his attention.

Yeah, perhaps.

Take Paulie with you.

Maybe whoever shot Carl is still hanging around.

Request visual mode.

Visual mode.

At least we are on the proper course.

They actually mention Sajak by name.

See what you've got from Mont Blanc in your database.

Scan it.

I find no such reference listed in the records of either New Orleans or

surrounding parishes.

Mont Blanc. It doesn't even sound 20th century.

Check the original.

French. Land grants.

Scanning.

Most ingenious.

A grant for a large tract of land, known as Mont Blanc, was awarded by Louis XV

of France in 1723.

It lies west to Lake Pontchartrain, where a plantation bears the same name.

Well, who owns it now?

It is owned by Mississippi Amusement Corporation, which is owned by Southeast

Recreational Corporation, which is owned by Louisiana Technology, which is owned

by... Dummy corporations.

They do not seem stupid to me.

I said dummy, not stupid.

What is the difference?

Dummy corporations exist only on paper. Sajak created them to shield his

operation from the law.

So you know what we're going to do?

Notify the authorities.

We're going to go gambling.

You play against the dealer jacks queens and kings are worth ten aces can be

eleven or one All other cards reflect the value of their numbers So the object

is to get to 21

Sounds like swank without the wild card. Exactly, but one must be cautious. If

your total exceeds 21, you also lose.

An ace and any picture card equals blackjack, and you're a winner unless

dealer has the same thing.

What's that thing she's dealing from?

It's called a shoe, and it holds a total of four decks to confound the odds.

You're pulling my brachial. I beg to differ. Brachial may only be pulled by a

licensed practitioner.

next time.

Please hold all bets while the house resets its shoe.

Good evening, sir.

Careful.

Blacks are worth a hundred apiece. Only place your bet on the mark.

I just did.

That's what we like to see here at Mont Blanc.

Confidence. Bets down.

Parts of the players.

Dealer shows two.

Dealer goes to 12 and draws.

And 15 and too many.

We have a winner here.

Congratulations.

Blackjack.

Out of pay.

Dealer stands on 17.

Pays 18.

You're lucky tonight, sir.

Another blackjack.

Well done, sir.

House pays the table.

That's down.

Excuse me.

What is it?

Captain, if we are here to find Clinton Sajak, why are we playing cards?

Why are we what?

Do you know how much I'm winning up there? That is beside the point. You are

making a spectacle of yourself.

And I'm enjoying every minute of it. There is no telling who might be

Clinton, Sajak, if we're lucky.

I do not understand.

If I beat the house badly enough, Sajak will send someone to stop me.

That someone will lead us right to Sajak. Now, if you'll excuse me, I am

on a winning streak up here.

Beginner's luck.

Collar?

Well, seeing as you've got a 10 showing, odds are you've got a 10 underneath.

So I'd better take a hit.

You win again, sir.

I love this game.

It's the casino.

They think they've got a counter on table three?

A counter.

With a four -deck shoe.

Let's put it on the monitor.

Hard, sir.

Let's see the table view.

Been doing it all night.

You win again, sir.

How much is he up?

Almost a hundred grand.

Give me Sidney on the phone.

I'm Sydney.

You must be lucky.

No, actually, I'm Darren.

Well, you look pretty lucky to me.

Buy me a drink?

Sure.

Is that the lady what she wants?

Thank you, sir.

It's amazing. You really are lucky.

Card, sir?

No.

Not this time.

Glad you.

Good luck next time.

Thanks for the ride.

God, I feel so bad. You lost so much.

Don't worry about it. It's only money.

Well, at least let me buy you a drink.

All right.

Shin.

Thank you.

You come here often?

Often, Owen.

Do you know the owner?

What?

I used to deal a little blackjack, but maybe I could get a job.

Who the hell are they?

Where's St. Jack?

I don't know anybody by that name.

Over there.

She's the one in the bed.

You do know where we are, don't you?

I was born on the bayou. Out here, I always know where I am.

You're a city boy, aren't you?

City boys never understand.

This cabin belonged to my daddy before he died.

Now, this place would come when I need to get away.

So, how'd you learn to play blackjack so good?

Easy. Count the cards, figure out the probability in your head.

Sure, with a four -deck shoe.

Do you have any idea what the odds are against you?

Depends on how many ten -point cards have been playing.

Wait a minute. You're not saying you refigured the odds after every hand?

If you don't recalculate after every card, you'll never beat the system.

Every card?

You can't be serious.

Of course, keeping track of the two, three, and four cards requires a little

more concentration, but...

If you're going to play, you better enjoy the challenge.

You know... Those are my feelings exactly.

So... You like gambling, too?

If the stakes are right.

Hold on.

Not so fast.

I mean, you did save my life.

I think that's worth a little... roll in the hay.

Where I come from, what happened at the casino, anyone would have done the same

thing. Not anybody I know.

You don't have some kind of weird disease, do you?

No. No?

No.

But I do know a good thing when I see it.

Some good things are worth waiting for.

Good.

Me?

Yeah.

I'm serious.

Okay.

Uh, who gets a bed?

Your place, your bed.

Sure.

Cat. Thanks.

Night.

Are we sure this was Demartini?

Positive. The one who gunned him down was Demartini's son, Anthony.

Lived by the sword, died by the sword.

Let me see the kid's body.

There is no body.

What?

The boy appeared five minutes after the shooting stopped. He got up and walked

away like nothing happened.

It's impossible. I saw him get shot myself.

Well, he didn't stay shot.

Wasn't there any blood? I mean, there must have been some blood. No blood.

said it was weird, like he was knocked out.

Maybe a Kevlar vest.

Maybe.

When we get back to the house, I want to see all the videotape that we shot here

tonight.

Every angle.

What about the guy split with Sidney?

Sidney will keep an eye on him.

Because she knows if she doesn't...

It's been so fast.

It's been so fast.

Someone will get a problem here.

Scanning.

Diagnostics. Body temperature 92 .6 degrees Fahrenheit.

Breathing shallow but rapid. Heart rate 162 beats per minute.

In my analytic opinion, Captain, this young woman is suffering from acute drug

dependency withdrawal.

Drugs? What drugs?

Given the symptoms, I would guess some form of narcotic. Probably bifemnebutyl.

Cliques? In which case, withdrawal can be fatal.

That's impossible.

Cliques weren't developed until 2075.

But all the necessary ingredients can be found in any 20th century health food

store.

Say, Jack, he could have made them. He's got her hooked.

I should point out, Captain, applying acupressure to a patient in full clique

withdrawal is of little value.

She's gone into cardiac arrest, Selma.

The only effective interim treatment for such addiction is a direct electroshock

therapy applied to the cerebellum. Thomas, this isn't a hospital!

Give me a heart rate now.

142.

That is better.

115 and dropping.

One more time.

What?

Below 100.

80, 75.

Her heart rate has returned to normal.

Very inspiring.

You're so not headed.

You're in extreme withdrawal.

Your heart rate better than double.

Withdrawal?

Yeah.

You're a click addict.

What? I understand.

I have a heart problem.

I'm sorry.

Who's your ladder?

Ladder? Your supplier.

It's Sajak, isn't it?

I've been chasing him for years.

You're a cop?

Yes.

Yes.

And I need your help.

There he is. Hold that image.

Yeah.

Sidney's just arrived.

Wonder what kept her so long.

Sidney, what a surprise.

We were just talking about you.

And the gentleman you left with in such a hurry last night.

You told me to distract him.

Distract him, yes.

Disappear with him, no.

Well, with all the shooting, I really didn't have a choice, did I?

Who is he?

He's a dealer.

He was trying to impress you.

He's looking for work.

I dropped my purse last night.

I know.

Clinton, don't!

Tell me about the dealer.

His name is Darian. He's in from Atlantic City.

And you think I should use him? I didn't say that. I just said I'd ask.

Tell him we'll think about it.

There's only one.

You keep losing them.

Someone has to look after your interests.

Now go.

Come back tomorrow.

Maybe I'll have another.

What do you think?

Well, you sure had us going last night.

Could be a dealer.

Let's look at another angle.

Oh, hell, what the hell was that?

Look at that again.

Darian.

Darian Lambert.

No. Tell me about Demartini's son.

Word is he puts flowers on the 50th's grave every afternoon.

Obviously, he misses her.

I think you should reunite them.

Only this time, make sure he stays dead.

And leave Mr. Lambert.

Amen.

I'm sorry about your sister.

I'm unarmed.

I'll shoot if you want.

But let me talk first.

You.

You're the shooter from the casino.

That's right.

And I could have killed you if I wanted to.

All I remember is this blue flash before I blanked out. What the hell did you do

to me?

It's not important.

You got a lot of guts coming here.

I came to offer you my services to help you get Clinton Sajak.

You know where he is?

No.

More importantly, he knows where you are.

What the hell?

Who was it?

Did you get a look at him?

Not really, but it doesn't take much to guess.

Say, Jack.

You were right.

How'd you know he was trying to ice me?

Killing his enemy's children has always been his M .O.

So you were right.

I owe you.

What do you want from me?

Talk to your father.

Sydney, I've been expecting you.

Come for a dip?

No, thanks.

You know why I came?

Oh, yes.

Another day, another pill.

You know, you can't keep feeding him to me one at a time like this.

Can't I?

Is it done?

No.

Why not?

We had a meddler.

Absolutely not.

Because if anything happened to me...

Who's to play your habit?

No one.

No one.

But if he is playing both sides, maybe he's buyable.

Bring him here.

These are yours.

All of them.

Tell him if he wants to be a dealer to meet me here tomorrow morning.

9 a .m. Shot.

She is late.

She'll be here.

You got something you want to get off your chip?

Yes. Visual mode.

It is incomputable how you are able to trust such a woman. She works for

Everybody needs another chance.

Like the gunman at the cemetery today?

That's not what I meant.

But since you brought it up, how did you know he was going to shoot?

My auditory senses triggered my response.

Selma, you made a joke.

A very bad joke, but you made a joke.

Wait a minute.

Late 20th century domestic, 5 ,000 RPM.

What are you talking about?

There is a Corvette approaching.

Clutch needs adjustment.

The driver has a very heavy foot. For a woman.

Voice mode, Selma.

Hi. Hi.

I did a little shopping.

Hope you like it hot.

That all depends.

Hey, Johnstar.

Wanted to keep you up all night.

That's my kind of meal.

Talk to Sajay.

Sandy wants to meet you. Where?

His place.

Nine in the morning.

Now, if I'm supposed to stay up all night, that could be a problem.

Oh, really?

Not for me.

Unless you still want me to be a good girl.

Can I get back to you on that?

Darian Lambert, meet Clinton Sajak.

Mr. Lambert, you certainly know how to make an impression.

Well, I hope Sidney didn't oversell me.

Sidney tells me you're a dealer.

I watched you the other night on the monitor.

I also see that you can count.

Always had a head for figures.

Against a four -deck shoe, it's very difficult.

I need to discuss a more permanent arrangement with Mr. Lambert.

Oscar, why don't you look after Sidney?

Why show Mr. Lambert the garden?

Um, you didn't forget.

Absolutely not.

Oscar will take care of everything.

Mr. Lambert?

Do you know anything about gardening, Mr. Lambert?

Not really.

You see over there?

There used to be a whole row of oleanders.

It's a stunning flower.

Fragrant.

Know why I had them torn out?

They deceived me.

You see, the oleander is deadly poison.

I hate things that aren't what they seem, Mr. Lambert.

Like you.

Or you.

How did you get here?

The same way you did.

Dr. Zombie's time machine.

You're a policeman.

But are you corruptible?

Depends on the situation.

You son of a bitch.

You don't think I know who you are? You chased me for five years.

Then I escaped across two centuries and I still can't shake you.

How'd you do it?

Part deduction, part luck.

The murder of Carlo De Martini, the papers had as a mob war involving

gambling in New Orleans.

So how'd you know it was me?

Most men would have taken out De Martini himself.

But not you.

You always went for something a little more classical.

Like the death of a first child?

Old habit.

And what did you plan to do with me?

Send me back?

You have extraordinary detective abilities, Mr. Lambert.

Certainly explains your success counting cards.

Unfortunately, it's also going to account for your untimely demise.

Now move.

Keep away from me.

The tougher the chase, the sweeter the catch.

Why are you doing this? Sajak's going to kill you.

You think so?

I don't.

He told me himself he wants you taken care of.

You're a liar. We had a deal. The pills have I delivered Lambert, so just stop

it and give them to me.

Addiction's so nasty.

Bet I could help you kick it.

Go to hell!

You ought to be good to me. I'm the last chance you get.

Don't you bet on it. As soon as they get back here, you are history.

They?

Are you kidding?

Lambert's not coming back.

The minute you brought him here, he's as good as dead.

What do you mean?

Cedric said you just wanted to talk to him.

Oh, yeah.

Me too.

I just want to talk to you.

Oh, come on, Oscar.

Just give me the pills. I promise I won't say anything.

You give me what I want. I'll give you yours. Never.

I wouldn't let you touch me dead.

Really?

Because there can be arranged.

I dropped the poker.

So once the lion killed me, then what?

That's why God invented alligators.

To get rid of the garbage.

Should have thought of that before you ordered the hit on Carlo DiMartini.

have saved you a lot of trouble.

Smart guy like you and you still don't understand.

I am troubled.

I ordered the hit on Carlo because I wanted to send DiMartini a message.

When he didn't get it, I sent him another.

The hit on Anthony.

Only I got in the way.

Temporary setback.

Something I intend to rectify personally as soon as I'm finished with you.

can't do that?

I got 20 men with Uzis there. I gotta cut you in two.

Guard! Grab him!

You want him killed?

Painfully? Slowly?

I don't think so.

Doesn't look like I'll be sending you back after all.

Where's my men?

Grab him! What are you doing?

Stop them! Somebody!

Help me!

I got rid of your guard first off.

Throw him in the trunk.

Appreciate the help.

Doctor! Somebody!

Help me!

Help me!

Nice.

You're nice yourself.

Let me have a look at it.

It's nothing.

Bailey grazed you.

It doesn't matter.

I can already feel my heart starting to beat faster.

Without Sage, my addiction's going to kill me.

No.

I know it's your... It won't be easy.

Chris, how?

I'm going to have to send you far away.

And you won't come back.

But you'll have a new life.

Coming to?

No, I have work to finish here. What work?

Listen.

I can't explain what's going to happen. You're just going to have to trust me.

You have to be a good girl, too.

Always been a good girl.

You just needed somebody to believe in you.

And when you wake up, you just tell them that I sent you.

And they'll explain everything.

I will wake Cha.

No.

You've been married and have a couple of kids.

That's the way it's supposed to be.

Close your eyes.

It is very troubling.

What is?

There is an old saying, sleep with fleas, wake up with dogs.

I think you've got it backwards.

Wake up with dogs, sleep with fleas? That seems rather inappropriate.

Selma, Clinton Sajak is no ordinary criminal. He's extremely dangerous.

And Demartini is not?

That's the whole point.

Sometimes you have to fight fire with fire. Things aren't always clear -cut,

black and white.

Sometimes justice is a shade of grey.

What's important is that we save the life.

I suppose you don't agree with that either.

Code 7, a memory archive shall not be judgmental.

But one does wonder how much she will add to the moral code of the 22nd

Come on, Selma.

Sidney just needed another chance.

And you provided her with a leap of faith, correct?

You know, Selma, sometimes you are really spiritual.