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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.