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Of all the fugitives who plagued my captain, the most elusive was C .L.

an intelligence agent who betrayed his country in the 22nd century.

Escaping to the present time, Charlie Burke was reunited with an old friend.

Mo, my personal savior.

How far we've all come.

Let me look at you.

You belong in the 20th century.

You certainly have taken hold.

Oh, it's child's play, really. The intelligence community operates the same

now as later.

And imagine how much more intelligent I am knowing how it's all going to work

out. Amazing.

You haven't even bothered to change your name.

Why, nobody here knows that C .L. Burke is wanted for treason 200 years from

now.

He had a plan to seize control of the government.

When that plan failed, he escaped detection and went into hiding.

But now, unbeknownst to my captain, Charlie Burke had returned.

And once again, he was in a place of power.

You wanted to see me, sir?

Uh, yeah. Come in, Charlie.

Uh, Robert, please shut the door.

Charlie, ever since you were appointed deputy director, your performance has

been first rate.

However, we've got a problem.

For some time now, there's been a growing suspicion of a rogue agent

within the company.

I want you to ferret him out. A rogue agent?

Are you sure? Yeah, positive.

For security reasons, limit your team to only those of whom you're absolutely

certain. Of course.

The fewer, the better.

I'll bring in Agent Michaels. I've worked with him before. His loyalty is

without question.

Excellent. Charlie, you've got to get this guy before he compromises our

efforts. Yes, sir.

Report to me directly on this one.

Yes, sir. Consider it done.

A rogue agent? Is Walgren on to us?

Hardly. The director's asked us to track the rogue down.

But if we're in charge of the investigation, who will we catch?

This is surveillance footage on a totally unrelated matter taken right

Georgetown.

God, Darian Lambert?

I had a lab team collect a full set of prints.

The rogue agent who must be eliminated to save the agency and us all.

It began in the future.

A scientist turning to evil.

A time machine called Trax.

Criminals who vanish.

And a lawman 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 Lampert.

And this is his story.

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

.D. 2193.

Selma, visual mode.

Just like the rest.

Every package of buns has only eight. Every package of hot dogs has ten. What

that? My historical data bank indicates that this was not an error, but a

standard marketing technique in 1993.

Strangely, no mass rebellion to end such subversion was ever mounted.

Hello? Mr. Lambert?

Yes. I'm with the Washington Post Subscription Service, and we're

running a special.

Thank you.

I already subscribed.

Very good.

Have a nice day.

He's there. Tell your people to activate surveillance.

I get a van from the pool.

Study hall, this is headmaster.

Student in place.

Let's go to school.

It's a wonder America ever got past the 20th century.

Everything from hot dog buns to the post -subscription service is fouled up.

That's the second time they've called this thing.

The use of the shower is not necessary.

I can easily distort their reception.

No, no, no. It's better.

If they don't know I'm on to them, maybe they'll tip their hand.

So who bugged this place?

The sophistication level of the surveillance, while crude by our

would indicate professionals.

Which doesn't narrow down much.

Selma, can you triangulate the signal?

Given the proper angle.

Realize that Lambert come back for us all.

Andrew, you mustn't fear what you don't know, but draw strength from what you

do. It's all in knowing what the future holds. I killed two Enclave officials.

If he sends me back, I'll be put away for life.

If Lambert knew about it, he'd have made his move already.

Since he hasn't, the advantage is ours.

Michaels, what are you doing here?

Agent Durbin. Glad you could come.

Deputy Director Burke, thanks for your call.

I'm sure we can clear the inquiry up in no time. What inquiry?

Oh, the one Internal Affairs is conducting into cash flow discrepancies.

I really appreciate you coming out here. No problem. It's probably just an

accounting error, but it's IA's responsibility to clear it up. Sure.

So, who's this Darian Lambert you mentioned?

A double agent.

Perhaps the most dangerous enemy the company has ever known.

Have I met him?

No.

But you will.

Of course.

He didn't know what his future held for him. And I did.

You familiar with this technique?

Transferable fingerprints. Now, how did you replicate them in these primitive

times? The times may be primitive, but I'm not.

Are you catching on yet?

I think so.

Good. Then you know where to take the body.

You said you could find the signal.

Triangulation through my sensors is accurate to within one micron, provided

stations are fixed.

Which means the receiving station must be mobile.

Wherever they are, they could be anywhere.

Correction. Anywhere within a ten -mile radius, given the strength of their

transmission signal.

Soma.

Enhance the play to that van.

The van is registered for the United States government motor pool.

It is a general use vehicle not listed with any specific department.

Figures. Better check it out. But Captain, the listening devices, they

us.

I'll let the shower on.

Freeze does not apply, Captain. The proper term, I believe, is rigor mortis.

Quiet some of the bugs.

I've already taken the liberty of distorting their signal.

Given the body temperature and lividity, I'd say he's been dead a couple of

hours. There is a lack of significant blood in the shower, Captain.

It's because he was killed somewhere else and placed there.

in Durban.

Well, there's nothing in the wallet that tells us where he worked.

Hello.

Get out.

Now.

Who is this?

So, did you get a voice print?

Yes, Captain. It was a caller from the Washington Post.

In addition, three armed men have just entered the building and are approaching

this apartment.

Transfer essential.

This is disposal unit one at service destination.

Level of damage complete. Quality of job was professional.

I'm Mrs. Bacon. I'm in some cleanup.

We'll classify all debris for internal use only.

Silver, can you trace any of that?

The tones of their microwave transmission correspond to a telephone

Washington, D .C., the International Security Agency.

Captain, there is no logic to this series of events.

Wrong.

There is somebody's trying to set me up for murder.

What will you do?

Go to the store.

Let's try personnel records.

Bowen Durbin.

Well, our boy's in the club, listed under internal affairs.

Let's see how deep I can get on this probe before I get blocked out.

What have you done about the police and the FBI?

They're out of the loop, per your instructions.

And Darian Lambert?

I retroloaded his file, including fingerprints, into the computer.

There's just one thing I don't understand.

Why'd you call him up, tell him to get out of his apartment instead of letting

the cleanup crew take him out?

Oh, not yet. He still has a part to play.

All right, Dax is tempted on classified data.

On Agent Durbin and me.

What's the source feed?

The terminal here in the building.

Second floor, research division.

Get over there. I'll call security.

Apprehend and hold.

All right.

Now we're getting somewhere.

Somewhere I've got a hunch.

Reject the visual.

Fugitive. Andrei Mikhailovich.

Andrei Mikhailovich escaped from the termination ward of the subterra penal

colony at Yankau on the 27th of April, 2192.

He had been convicted of murder for the deaths of two friends of mine.

They worked in enclave by fire.

I want that one.

Warning. Scan of computer system indicates your attempt to access

data detected.

These windows do not open.

They are sealed for heating and cooling efficiency.

Repeat, this is not a way out.

I stand corrected.

Exit through windows is possible.

Data being updated.

Stop right there.

Easy. Easy.

Well, tell me you're with the agency, too. I'm with the watch.

Get on.

and don't move.

Listen, I appreciate the lift.

Now, want to tell me what's going on?

It'd be better if I didn't.

Yeah, that's fine.

Let me see some ID.

What kind of ID?

Stop playing around. I've had a tough day. I would have been out dancing

the mainframe lost a file and I had to go back into work and re -enter

everything. Work? It was after midnight.

I guess you don't work with computers. They can be very difficult.

Actually, I can relate to that.

What was that?

What was what?

Listen, buddy.

I don't know what your game is, but you better start telling me the truth.

What are you doing?

Look, I didn't plan this. They were shooting at me, remember?

Well, maybe you're not a very nice person.

This gun isn't even loaded.

So you found me out.

Are you crazy? You never, ever pull an unloaded gun on somebody.

Well, I guess I would have known that if I'd taken the course.

Let's start over.

Here.

My name's Darian Lambert.

Tulsa Giles.

What course?

ISA training.

They turned down my application too many parking tickets.

Well, they don't like me too much either.

See, someone at ISA is trying to frame me for murder.

Whoa, that's heavy.

So where do you work?

GFO. General finance office, you know, government accounting, computers.

I'm a numbers cruncher. It's boring, but it pays the rent.

I would love to do what you do.

Or whatever that is.

Do you have computer access to the ISA system?

Sure, but I'm only cleared for the financial files. All the good stuff's

encrypted.

Gotta have a code word.

Could you get me into the GFO tomorrow?

You can crash here tonight.

Are... There are a lot of people after you.

Could be. Oh, that is so rad. I love it.

Oh, but you can't go dressed like that.

Maybe Eddie's close.

Old boyfriend.

Laugh never came back.

So, are you involved with anyone?

In my line of work, it's not good to get involved.

Bummer.

Well, in that case, pillows and blankets are in the closet.

And, uh, see you in the morning, partner.

Selma, am I dreaming or is that woman out of her mind?

The sound level does approximate seismic activity.

However, the disturbance is merely music.

You call that music?

My archives indicate this tune is performed by a band known as the Psyched

Angels. They sold two million.

Morning.

You look very different.

Porkwebs. Yes. Last night was strictly party.

Oh.

Use the bedroom.

I'll get us some coffee.

Visual mode.

What do you think?

This woman does not know how to dress you.

Selma, it's an undercover disguise.

Undercover of what? Darkness?

As long as no one recognizes me.

Not a problem.

But what is the purpose of this disguise?

Bondrej Mikulovic did kill Roland Durbin and dump him in my shower, and it's

only the beginning.

So he's going to strike again, and we have to find out where.

What do you think?

You have achieved the highest order of non -recognition, Captain.

Get it.

Whoa.

Major dweeb.

You actually went out with this guy?

He spent more time out of his clothes around me.

I can understand why.

They are going to love you at the GFO. You'll be Ralph, my trainee.

Here, got you a cup of high test.

I'll fill you in on the office job along the way.

Do you understand everything she says?

No.

Yo, Ralph, let's rock.

My guess is exit.

There's no sweat logging out of the mainframe. I do it every day.

It's not too private.

Not much fun either.

This is me.

So, how do you access the system?

Just turn it on.

Enter my password.

Thunder Road.

Little nod to Bruce.

Then type the ISA office number.

Hit enter.

You're in.

Like I said before, unfortunately, all I can bring up is the financial files.

May I? Just give it a... Be my guest.

Who is Roland Urban?

He's an agent that was killed and placed in my shower.

You're kidding.

Who killed him? That's a good question.

Internal affairs agents work in pairs. So if I can find his partner, he might

have some answers.

John R. Tremaine. I need a copy of this.

What else?

I mean, if there's anything.

No. No.

I have already put you in more than enough trouble.

What about your clothes?

Hold on to them.

And I'll stop by and pick them up when it's over.

You better.

I mean, Eddie might want his clothes back.

See you, Ralph.

Count on it.

Audio amplification sound.

What happened here?

Agent Tremaine is dead, sir. A knife between the third and fourth rib. Clean,

professional. Another one. I thought you were handling this situation, Bert. No

one's asking you, Jennings. Director Walgren is. When agents die, he wants

answers. And I intend on giving them to him. In the meanwhile, you stay out of

my face. Is that clear?

Did you leave the prints for forensics? On the knife, plus the point of entry

and a couple of careless traces.

Good.

I'll give you something for Walgren.

I think the man who killed Tremaine is the same man who killed his partner.

Got a name yet?

Our rogue agent?

Darian Lambert.

Don't do anything stupid.

Tulsa, it's Darian.

Don't make any quick movements.

Darian Lambert, your buddy.

Ralph. You're moving too fast. What did I tell you about that?

The gun isn't even loaded.

Wrong.

You told me to load it, remember?

I did.

Shut up.

Move over to the bed.

Now lie down.

Tossa, listen. Lie down.

That was so cool.

Yes!

Are you nuts?

Nuts!

You could have shot me.

You jump on the back of my bike. You drag me into some espionage murder

help you, then you just walk away. You don't even call. Next thing I know,

you're breaking into my bedroom.

Sorry.

I was worried about you.

Things just weren't the same after you left. You know, I don't know many fun

guys. Guys who like to live on the edge.

Who like to do exciting things. Who like to come through the window instead of

using doors.

Well, I just didn't want to be seen.

Now, if you'd brought flowers, too.

Wow.

You know, women are still going to be hard to figure out.

200 years from now.

How's that?

Never mind.

I need your help again.

I need a place to stay the night, and beyond that, it's too dangerous.

Try being a woman on a blind date.

There's nothing to joke about.

Who's joking? I'm a better agent than half the guys they hire.

All I want is a chance.

If you want to stay here, you've got to deal me in.

Remember Germaine?

The agent you were supposed to meet? He was killed before I got there, just like

his partner.

It's hard to say without seeing the whole picture, but I think it has

to do with ISA's deputy director, C .O. Burke.

Do you know him?

He's a very dangerous man.

His M .O. is to assume power by eliminating everyone in his way. The

left is director Walgren.

But I don't think even Burke is brazen enough.

Izzy. So what do we do?

I've got to contact Walgren personally to warn him about Burke.

Cool. Where do I fit in?

Tulsa.

You're not listening to me.

These are seasoned killers.

And you're a wanted man. I'm not.

You need me.

What makes you think so?

I can get you Walgren's address.

I can get it on my own. No way.

Strictly confidential.

Unless you work for the GFO and pay all the director's bills.

Have you ever met him?

I wouldn't know him if he climbed through my window, but I can tell you

water and electricity he used last month.

So, what do you say?

Okay. We play it your way. Yes!

Can I bring my gun?

No.

No, we're going to talk to Walgren, not to shoot him.

So, first thing tomorrow, we'll stop by my office and get his address off my

computer.

What about tonight?

Well, for starters, I think you ought to get out of those clothes.

This is accelerating our plan when not fully ready. Be flexible.

Enjoy the art of improvising.

It's not without a certain rush.

Director Walgren.

Yeah. Look, I'm running late. I've got to get home to pack.

Where's my driver? He had to go home sick, sir.

Agent Michaels will drive and we'll brief you on the way.

Is this meeting absolutely necessary now, Charlie? I'm afraid so, sir.

But the good news is it's your last one for the day.

Nice work.

Thanks.

We got time to stop for breakfast?

I don't think so. I think we should get to Walgreens.

This is Waldron's place.

Pretty removed.

So, what do we do now?

You wait here.

I'm going to design a security system so we can wait inside.

Why can't I go with you? Because I need you here.

Can you whistle?

Good.

Anybody comes, you let me know. When I get inside, you can join me.

That's Walgren's car.

I recognize the plates from his registration renewal.

This won't take long, sir. Sounds like he's not alone, which is going to make

that much tougher to get to him.

Let me go.

No way.

Why not? Why not? I'll tell him that I need to speak to him privately about

important GFO business.

Then when I get him alone, I'll tell him the real reason we're here.

All right.

But you asked to meet the director himself.

Should I tell him your name?

No, no.

You just tell him I want to meet him.

Next thing is where?

Um, there's a lake five miles from here in Pine Tree Park, uh, south shore.

Okay, that's good.

Time to go.

When you get up there, just give me some kind of sign.

What kind of sign?

Put your hand behind your back. Thumbs up, you're okay. Thumbs down, you're not

okay.

How are you going to see that?

Leave that to me.

If there's any trouble, I'll be there.

Okay?

I'm just a little scared.

It's not too late to back out. No way.

I volunteered for this, remember?

Right.

See ya.

Audio amplification, Selma.

Hi, I'm Tulsa Giles from the GFO.

I'm here on an urgent matter and I must speak with Director Waldron.

May I see your identification?

Very important I see the director as soon as possible.

Maybe you should come inside.

Visual magnification.

She's okay, she's...

Then you'll take me to the director?

Miss Giles, I am the director.

Now then, what is this pressing matter?

To be honest, this isn't about the GFO.

Your life is in danger.

Really? You've got to believe me.

Well, it does sound a little... Hey, you don't have to take my word for it. I

have a friend who can explain the whole thing.

Captain.

Wait a minute, Selma.

Excuse me, Captain, but I've just run a voice print check. The man speaking to

Tulsa is not Director Waldron.

It's not, then who is it?

Charles Burke.

Burke.

Selma, give me a security breakdown on the house.

An electronic surveillance system covering a 360 degree field. Impossible

approach without being detected.

There's going to be a way.

But Captain, even if Burke is there, he cannot betray his true intent with

others present.

I hope you're right.

So you want me to meet this friend of yours out by some lake.

Why can't he come here?

He's a wanted man.

Really? What did he do? Nothing.

There's two other agents. One of them is the deputy director.

Charles Burke.

Right. Burke is planning to kill you and take your place.

Not to disagree, but I've known Charlie Burke for a long time.

That's a very serious charge.

Andrew, this is Miss Giles.

She seems to think Charles Burke is plotting to kill me.

Kill you? She says she has a friend who can prove it.

It's Darian Lambert, isn't it?

How... Unfortunately, he's a little late. Or should I say, Director Walgren

Director Walgren?

No, no, that can't be.

That means that you're... Charles Burke. It's a pleasure.

Are Lambert's prints on the gun?

Just like it remains.

Good. Then we'll take Miss Giles to meet Mr. Lambert, and when he shows up,

we'll dispel some bugs.

Let's go.

Berkey McAuliffe, Selma scanned the house for life forms.

All readings are negative, Captain.

He killed Walker.

We better get to him.

Tulsa's next.

Well,

we got it first.

Take her and set the trap for Lambert. I'll dump Waldron's car, then head back

to the ISA and set up an alibi.

What do you tell the agency?

The truth.

I sent you to check if Walden was all right. When you found him dead, you

pursued his assailants and killed him in a fight.

I'll probably have to put you up for accommodation.

Goodbye now.

This could be a trap captain. It's definitely a trap. I just have to be the

who Springs it Come

on make me

move

I'll be over there waiting for Lambert to take the bait.

How can you do this?

Easy.

It's my job.

What are you doing?

What's wrong?

Reed! We'll go with it.

What the hell is that?

One -way ticket back to the 22nd century.

You'll be there before it's time for your next meal unless you help me get

Burke. You're bluffing.

You think so?

I wouldn't try it.

I hope

you enjoy therapy for life.

Transmission tone, Selma.

How'd we do?

We did great.

Where's Andrew?

He's taken care of.

But Bork escaped. They killed the director, you guys.

I already made the call.

Andrew, you made good time.

Andrew couldn't make it.

What the hell are you doing coming in here without knocking?

Funny. I was just about to ask you the same thing.

Didn't they call you about Walgren?

Yeah. I just heard.

It's a tragedy. He was a great man.

We found Darian Lambert's fingerprints all over the place.

I've asked Agent Michaels to take personal charge of the investigation.

I want this Darian Lambert taken dead or alive.

Even if he doesn't exist?

What? Of course he exists.

I don't think so.

I think he's been right here the whole time.

I think he's you.

Me? You're crazy.

Considering no word of Director Walgren's murder has been released, I

think so.

The only ones who knew he was dead are the policemen who found the body then

telephoned me.

And of course, the murderer.

I wouldn't get too used to that chair.

Thanks for everything.

No problem.

Maybe we'll do it again sometime.

Well, I'm not so sure about that.

This whole thing's got me so jazzed. I'm thinking about reapplying to the ISA.

Huh. I could always use somebody with your enthusiasm.

And my ingenuity.

472 G Street.

So how'd you get my address?

Got my ways.

So, be sure to leave your windows unlocked.

You never know when I might...

Johnson, you may wait outside. I can deal with this prisoner.

Good to

see you, Charlie.

What's it been? 200 years?

Aubrey Faulkner.

You were serving a life term.

I escaped.

They met up with Dr. Sambi. He gave me time off for good behavior.

I just can't stay out of prison.

Oh, my.

I think I'm gonna like it here.