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

.D.

2193.

Why are we stopping?

Business, love.

Get up.

Back in a minute.

Where are you going?

This bloke owes me money.

You didn't show up.

You bastard.

I told you I can't pay that kind of money.

Don't you ever stand me up again, Mr. Secretary.

$500 ,000.

You've got three days or that sad little story of yours is going to be spread

over every newspaper in the country.

I don't care. I don't care about myself.

But you're hurting so many others.

I'm afraid your wife won't understand.

Not just her.

Millions of people.

The whole peace process.

What a shame.

And so easy to avoid.

Give me the money.

Then I'll give you the document.

And you'll never see me again.

Just tell me one thing.

No one has ever known.

How did you find out?

Simple, Mr. Shaw.

I learned about your path from your future.

It began in the future.

A scientist turning to evil.

A time machine called TRAX.

Criminals who vanish.

And a lauder.

With a mission.

He has one weapon.

And a computer named Selma.

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 on his own.

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

His name is Darian Lambert.

And this is his story.

The captain and I were back home in Washington, close on the trail of Arlen

Jennifer, a dangerous psychotic from the 22nd century.

Why, you stupid criminal!

Evening, Arlen.

It's time for you to be going home, isn't it?

Lieutenant Lambert!

Lieutenant Lambert!

Actually, I made captain a year after you left.

Now I'm going to send you back, so why don't you put down the neutrino tube

and easy.

I gotcha, Lambert!

I gotcha!

Visual mode, Selma.

Look at the craftsmanship.

Pure, energized carbon.

They don't make them like this anymore.

They don't make them at all.

Not yet.

The principles of neutrino laser fusion won't be discovered until Ethiopia

becomes an industrial power in the 22nd century.

Better disarm it.

Warning, Captain.

Please, Selma.

I did this blindfolded at West Point.

What happened?

The carbon particle defiliated with power removal.

The delta waves of time travel would cause this.

Why didn't you warn me? I did.

some of the nation and the world today with the news that he would be resigning

from his post.

We take you live to the State Department.

I can only tell you that I'm submitted by resignation for purely personal

reasons. Has the President accepted your resignation?

He's asked me to think about it over this weekend, and I've agreed to that.

further comments.

Thank you, Mr. Secretary.

And it's back to you, Brian.

At a Haiti press conference, the President seemed as surprised as the

Washington by Shaw's announcement.

Here is his statement.

That is correct.

John Shaw's accomplishments in office...

have been compared favorably to those of Abraham Lincoln and Elaine Nakamura.

Something's very wrong here.

Scan database on John Shaw for anything that could possibly put pressure on his

personal life.

Scanning.

Health, excellent.

Marriage, successful.

Scandal, two entries.

Go on. Item one.

He maintained a... personal swimming pool at his home, resulting in the waste

thousands of gallons of water.

Selma, that's not illegal in the 20th century.

Well, checking.

You are correct.

Thank you.

What's the other item?

As a young man, Shaw fathered a child out of wedlock. The boy, Mark William

Devers, was not acknowledged until Shaw's autobiography in 2027.

Okay, now you've got something. The birth mother never came forward.

She was married to someone else.

A 40 -year secret.

Correct.

Except... I know it, you know it, and about a hundred other

people from our time might know it, too.

You assume blackmail, Captain?

There's only one way to find out.

Let's go see John Shaw.

May I see your path, sir?

That should have been left for me. I'm Darian Lambert.

I'll check, sir. Just a moment.

Okay, Selma.

Do your stuff.

Cap David, Guard Post One.

Hi, is this the person?

Yes, sir.

Now, listen here. My chief of staff forgot to leave a pass for my friend,

Captain Darian Lambert.

He'll be arriving soon to see Mr. Shaw.

He's here now, sir. Oh, fine. You just send him on through.

Ah, but, sir, my orders... These are your orders, son.

Say hello to your wife, Betty Lou, for me, will you?

Yes, sir.

You do great imitations, Selma.

And mentioning the soldier's wife, nice touch.

Nice touch?

Never mind.

Can you wait? Yes, sir. I'll hold on.

How in the hell can you let someone just stroll on in here without a written

pass? But, Captain, the President authorized it. I recognized his voice.

Yes, sir. I'm still here.

What time was that?

Thank you, sir.

That was his secretary.

The president's been in a closed meeting for the last half hour. He made no

phone calls. Hit that button, Sergeant.

You, hold it right there.

Okay, Captain, I'm here to talk to Mr. Shaw.

Over the hood, face down.

Just listen to me.

I'm a police officer. My ID's in my wallet. You explain to the post

Okay, move him out.

Selma, plan B, now!

Mr. Shaw, Mr. John Shaw, come out immediately.

What the... What's going on? Where are you?

What the hell's going on here? Sir, I must speak to you.

This man's a trespasser. He's under arrest.

Mr. Shaw, please, sir, may I just say three words to you?

Okay, come on, let's get him out of here. Hold on.

The man's not asking much.

What three words?

Mark, William Debert.

Sorry about this, sir. He won't bother you anymore. I want to talk to this man.

Sir? Bring him inside.

Well, you heard the man.

Thank you, Captain.

Now, please leave me alone with him.

Sir, this man's dangerous.

He's also handcuffed.

I'll take full responsibility. If it'll make you feel any better, I'll also take

your weapon.

waiting outside.

I'm a lawyer by profession.

Do you understand I could kill you right now?

Self -defense with three witnesses to back me up.

Mr. Secretary.

I'm a police officer. I do understand.

But please, let me prove I'm on your side.

Who is Mark William Devers?

Your son.

This is your fantasy?

No, sir.

When you were 20, you fell in love with a married woman named Christine Devers.

She became pregnant with your child.

Although she loved you very much, she refused to leave her husband or tell him

whose child it was.

Mark was born on January 12, 1973.

He was raised as their son.

The mother would never do anything to harm you because she believed.

You're destined for greatness.

So do I.

If you're another blackmailer, you're pretty slick.

My name's Darian Lambert.

I'm a government agent.

Which agency?

I can't reveal that.

All I can tell you is I'm here to stop the person who's blackmailing you.

So why don't you put the gun away?

I won't hurt you.

No, not with handcuffs on.

Everybody knows Annie.

She saved the president's life in Hawaii.

Oh, that's right.

I'm glad she's finally gotten the credit she deserves.

Annie? John Shaw.

Yes, thank you. Thank you for your concern. Listen, will you clear someone

me? His name is Darian Lambert.

Okay,

Annie. I get the message. Thanks.

Everything all right?

She wants to know why you haven't called.

I've been meaning to.

Okay, Lambert.

Let's see if you're as good as the lady says.

The blackmailer gave me the weekend, but we've got one day to catch him.

Or pay.

I'm so glad you're back.

Alice, this is Darian Lambert.

Glad to meet you.

Will you excuse us, darling? We have some work to do. Darian?

John, who is this man?

He's helping me.

I can't say more, but he's become my best hope.

John, why don't you tell me what's going on?

You'll have to truck me into this.

You haven't told her.

What's that, detective's instinct?

Truth doesn't destroy love. It only strengthens it.

Let's get to work.

Tell me everything you know about the blackmailer.

Not much. His name is Nigel.

He has a Cockney accent.

Let's see if we can figure out what he looks like.

May I use your computer?

Sure.

The State Department put it in.

Very high tech.

Computer on.

Computer on.

That isn't a floppy disk.

No.

Spectral Interface.

It's designed to work with all computers.

Never knew the government had anything like that.

Let's start with Nigel's face first.

His face is raw, as I remember it.

Broad across the cheekbone.

And he has a hard forehead.

Yep, there's one.

No, no, it's, uh... It should be a little more narrow at the end.

The president's calling on your private line.

I'll be right back.

Please tell me what's going on, Mr. Lambert.

Everything's going to be fine.

I promise you.

Excuse me.

Selma, I know this man.

Run wants and warrants on a Nigel Felsham.

Felsham, Nigel. Born London, 2165.

Publisher of illegal scandal magazines.

Convicted three counts blackmail, 2192. Fled London to Washington City.

Indicted there for extortion and murder, 2193.

That's him.

He vanished while waiting for a trial, which means?

Dr. Thambi was involved.

Not there.

Selma. What proof could a blackmailer from our time bring back with him, like

documents? According to his credit files, just before his disappearance, he

purchased all 127 volumes of Howard's reference biographies of the 20th and

centuries and a Sparks microdata recorder.

Such evidence could destroy John Shaw.

Over my dead body.

Captain, aren't you taking this case rather personally?

You bet, Alma.

Very personally.

Excuse me, but a pizza boy just brought this by.

He said, here's your pepperoni.

And I'm supposed to say, it's to John from Nigel.

Is that the black miller's name, Nigel?

Mrs. Shaw, I really can't... Mr. Lambert, I'm not stupid.

John is trying to protect my feelings, but I... I need to help.

I understand, Mrs. Shaw.

If you could be patient just a little bit longer.

Why can't you tell her? I have my reasons.

What's that?

Pepperoni.

From... Nigel?

Senate Field Racetrack.

John Shaw here.

Get the snack.

Yes, Nigel.

Thank you for the pizza and the seat locator.

Got the hint, too. Good.

And seeing as how the president himself is so especially fond of you, I'm going

to offer you a move -the -merchandise discount.

And what's that?

Half of.

Two -fifty cash.

Good tomorrow only.

All right.

High noon, then. Just put the money on the seat.

I'd obviously come alive.

I hope you have a plan, because I sure haven't got the cash.

It's not a problem, Mr. Shaw.

I have an unlimited checking account.

Don't touch me, Nigel.

I warned you.

What the hell is this?

Who's flying with me?

I am, Nigel.

In case you're wondering about the car alarm, well, actually, it's a miniature

PPT.

in Lambert.

Fugitive retrieval section, 2193.

How the hell did you get here?

That's a pretty stupid question coming from a friend of Mo's zombie.

Okay, what are you gonna do?

I'm gonna send you home.

Back to jail, where you belong.

Ready? Hold it.

I mean, let's talk.

My God, there's plenty here for both of us.

What is that, an attempted bribe?

You're talking to the wrong cop.

You know, I don't know who I hate worse, blackmailers or cop drivers.

It's just too bad. This jolt I'm about to give you won't hurt.

One last goal?

Huh?

You caught me on a good day.

Easy, back off.

Right on time.

There's a cop here named Lambert. I want you to tell him exactly what it is you

have in your little hand, or else you'll send me away.

Hello?

Hello, Mr. Policeman.

This is Nigel's insurance company.

I'm holding in my hand a Sparks micro data recorder.

And if Nigel is not back in 15 minutes with the money, I will release detailed

information on John Shaw.

That... won't be necessary.

Didn't think I'd come to the party naked, did you?

I believe this is mine.

If you leave with the money...

How do I know you won't bother John Shaw again?

Deal is a deal.

Sid, I'm too smart to cross Darien Lambert.

Maybe one day I'll reconsider, work on my side.

I think it's time you got on your bike, Bluebells.

Two of us together?

Sheer power.

Hold on, I need my credit card back.

Well, you reach in and get it.

I've had enough of that.

If you change your mind, have a little car give me a call.

Selma?

Yes, Captain.

Do you think he bought it?

I believe so. His voice stress pattern suggested he believed he was in control

of the situation.

Good.

As long as he doesn't discover the bug in his briefcase, he should lead us

to his micro -recorder.

Yes. Thank you, Darian.

Yes, I promise.

She's here now.

To tell you everything.

Oh, thank God.

It is blackmail.

If Darian Lambert is able to catch this man, the nightmare will be over.

Will he catch him?

Yes. Along with certain evidence.

Is it another woman?

Yes, it was. But it was a long time ago. Long before I met you.

I was a kid. She was married.

Oh, honey.

Why didn't you tell me? What's the deep, dark secret?

We had a child together, Alice.

I have a son I've never seen.

You insisted we never have children?

I was afraid they would remind me of a child I never knew.

Was that fair to me? No.

I robbed you of the one thing in the world you wanted most.

Out of fear, craziness.

Now it's too late.

I need time.

I need time.

The tracking device is in suite

23 at the top of the building.

Give me a phone number for that location.

555 -2122.

Okay, let's talk him out.

Colin. Yeah?

This is Lambert.

Well, I'll be.

That little card of yours is really something, isn't it, mate?

What's on your mind?

You asked me to reconsider.

So I did.

Read me your waves.

You got a sweet operation?

I figure I spend my time here on a cop salary. I go back, I'll have nothing.

You want to talk more?

Why should I believe you?

You've got the micro recorder. You're covered.

Besides, I'll let you pick the meeting place.

Okay.

You're on.

Meet me at the Jefferson Memorial in an hour.

I'll be there.

I used to hate the daycaps.

Only thing that made them fun was playing Triviopoli with my partner.

Would you like to play Triviopoli?

With you?

Um, no.

Captain, earlier you indicated your feelings about saving John Shaw were

personal.

Explain, please.

Well, it's hard to explain, Selma.

You have to remember where we come from, I'm a Blanco, a minority.

For instance, I could never get elected to public office back home because I'm

white.

I fail to see what the colour of a man's skin...

It has to do with his worth.

Selma, maybe what the world needs is more Selmas.

Voice mode, Selma.

The emanations from the bug you planted are coming from this apartment.

Electronic log. Can you scan the combination?

2193.

Where's the bug, Selma?

The west wall.

Tell me when.

Right to 19.

Left to 49.

Right to 67.

That's too bad.

You see, the thing is, I don't think Nigel would be too upset if I killed a

burglar. Oh, I think he would.

I don't think he'd want cops running all over this place.

Now, maybe we ought to make a deal.

Take your best shot.

I'll leave like nothing's happened.

And in return...

I will give you the sweetest little sports car you have ever seen in your

It's parked downstairs.

Well, now, you are downright tempting.

Wait till you see it.

I'll just get the keys.

Easy.

Slow is good, you know.

You're so right.

What the... What kind of a car are we talking about?

A Slumberville.

927. A what?

Gotcha.

What happened?

You're so good, you decided to give me that car back.

Nigel?

That's wonderful news, Darian. I can't tell you how grateful I am.

You can thank me after I make my arrest. I'll be over in an hour.

No, I have to go to my office. Why don't you come over later today?

We're going to have a celebration.

Thank you.

I'd like that.

When you get into my car, I'll kill you.

Is he here?

No. He left for the office hours ago, but he never got there.

Could he have stopped off anywhere? Oh, no. He would have called his office.

Mr. Lambert, what is it?

Excuse me.

Hello? Yes, this is Mrs. John.

I have someone here who wants to talk to you.

It's your wife.

Go on.

You'll never see your pretty Alice again.

Alice, this is John.

John.

Where are you?

I must get in touch with Darian Lambert.

He's here.

I'll put him on.

Yes.

Hello, Lambert.

I believe you have something that belongs to me.

The micro recorder.

Exactly.

I want it back.

I'm willing to try John Shaw for it. If I don't get it, John Shaw is a dead man.

You win.

Where do we meet?

There's an old abandoned factory.

We'll be inside.

Bring a micro recorder.

Oh, this time you tricky bastard. Do come alone.

If he's smart, Selma, he'll block your scan.

With his cell phone.

Go to security infrascan.

Infrascanning.

I sense two human beings.

How far?

50 meters, bearing 180 degrees.

Are they moving?

They appear to be waiting.

Okay. Looks like this is the place. Are you ready to go, Selma?

Yes, Captain.

I'm here, Nigel.

You have Shaw?

Do you have my micro recorder?

I'll show you mine if you show me yours.

You first.

in one piece.

If you want him to stay that way, let's have the micro recorder.

Now!

Whatever you say.

Step out into the open.

Put it down on the floor.

Nice hologram, wasn't it?

Be right back. Try a little mind power.

Easy for you to say.

Tracking mode, Selma.

Tracking.

Where is he?

Above you, Captain.

Help me.

Help me.

God knows why Take my hand

All right, it's over now. It's over. Oh, I failed you so badly.

What? Yes.

You failed me? Yes. What do you mean? Since when you needed me the most, I

forgot the most important thing.

You and me.

Oh, you and me and the family.

It's never too late.

You better do something first.

Nowhere to reach me if you ever need me.

No one will ever know what you've done for me.

Let's keep it that way.

Okay, but tell me something.

You risked your life for me. Why?

I believe the right man can make a difference.

And I know that you're that kind of man.

How can you be so sure?

John, your record speaks for itself.

And what you will accomplish at the St. Petersburg Peace Conference will change

the world forever.

You talk as if you already know.

Call it a hunch.

I'd like to write a letter of commendation and send it to you at the

work for.

That won't be possible.

You've got that right.

I've checked around.

No one but Annie Knox has ever heard of you.

Where the hell are you from, anyway?

A place where people have great faith in you.

And where would that wonderful place be?

No, you wouldn't believe me.

Try me.

I'm from the future.

You're right, I don't.

But, Barry and Lambert, whoever you are.

Mr. President.