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

.D.

2193.

Another goodbye.

I don't want to go.

You want to see your mommy again, don't
you?

You're my mommy.

Oh, no, Jimmy.

I'm your good friend who has taken care
of you while your mommy had to be away,

but she's back now, and she loves you
very much.

You don't love me anymore?

Of course I do.

And we'll see each other lots, but our
little boy should be with his real

Why?

Because... Because that's the way it
should be. Jimmy?

Here she comes now.

Isn't she pretty?

You go give her a big hug.

Oh, Jimmy.

Oh, sweetheart.

I miss you so much.

That's close enough.

Kit!

It's me.

Al?

What are you doing here?

I thought you might let me stay at your
place.

Forget it. I believe in the sanctity of
divorce.

Nothing like that. I just gotta have a
place to crash for tonight.

I thought you had a condo.

Yeah, well, I had to get out of there in
a hurry.

You got in trouble again, didn't you?
Nothing I can't handle.

How about it?

Just for tonight.

No, not this time, Al. I came here to
put all that behind me.

When you needed help, I didn't turn you
away.

If it weren't for me, you'd be doing
hard time back home. Look, I've got a

record here.

This has got nothing to do with here.
The guy after me is a fugitive retrieval

cop.

A cop from the future? Yeah.

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 Darien Lambert, and this is
his story.

My captain was in pursuit of Albert
Logan, one of the first fugitives to

the 20th century, wanted for
embezzlement, bunko, and grand larceny.

Looks like he left in a hurry.

Didn't even take time to eat his dinner.

Oh.

Just as well he didn't.

Visual mode.

The telephone answering machine message
has been listened to but not rewound.

Perhaps it could explain Mr. Logan's
haste.

8 .15 p .m. You have one message.

Hey, Al. There was an insurance adjuster
here trying to give you a settlement

check. A fellow by the name of Lance...

address. I hope that's okay.

Well, I guess we know why he didn't hang
around to eat his dinner.

The question is, where did he go?

Al, are you gone yet?

Thanks, kid. It was nice of you to put
me up.

Are we even now?

I don't know, kid. If it weren't for me,
you'd be doing 15 or 20. I figure you

owe me a couple more markers.

Goodbye, Al.

Say, if anybody comes here looking for
me... Don't worry. I haven't seen you.

Oh, I knew that. It's just that I'd
appreciate it if you'd let me know.

Well, that's asking a lot. It means a
lot.

Okay, what's the number? There's no
phone, but I'll be at the Monarch Arms

303. Can I count on you?

I promise.

You're terrific.

You always were.

Get out of here.

So, did Logan make any calls after he
was tipped off?

Scanning.

He called for a cab.

Can you access the cab company's
computer and find out where they dropped

off? Continuing, Scab.

Captain, the cab dropped Logan off at
Bradwell Hall, the county orphanage.

Bradwell? Yes, Captain.

The same institution where you grew up
167 years later.

Captain, my senses indicate the three
men are rapidly approaching.

Three armed men.

Harry!

What's that?

It ain't out. No, maybe found it.

You know something, Selma?

Chicago's a pretty rough town.

Selma, I remember it as being much
bigger.

Probably because you were so much
smaller.

I guess so.

Let's see.

Catherine Logan, R .N.

Must be the connection.

Why do you sit out here all alone?

Said Alice, not wishing to begin an
argument.

Why?

Because there's nobody with me.

Quiet, Humpty Dumpty.

Did you think I didn't know the answer
to that?

Ask another.

Don't you think you'd be safer down on
the ground?

Alice went on.

That wall is so very narrow.

What tremendously easy riddles you ask,
Humpty Dumpty growled out.

Of course I don't think so.

If ever I did fall off, the king has
promised me to send all his horses and

his men.

Alice interrupted, rather unwisely.

You've been listening at doors, or you
couldn't have known it.

Summer, maybe we should drop in on her
at home.

I don't understand, Captain.

We've come all this way.

I can't tell you why.

I've got a strange feeling.

I'd rather not disturb her now.

Yeah.

Catherine Logan.

Uh -huh.

Federal Marshal.

Can I come in for a minute?

Yes, of course.

Would you like some coffee?

Uh, no thanks.

I came here to ask you about Albert
Logan.

I see.

Sit down.

Thanks.

Are you related?

We were married for a little while.

I divorced him about a year ago.

Do you know where he is now?

No, I haven't seen him since the
divorce.

You don't have any idea where I can find
him?

No, well, Al the Drifter.

Not exactly a model citizen.

Did he ever tell you about his
background?

Where he came from?

No. We didn't talk much.

Why does a smart, well -educated woman
like yourself go for a man like him?

Well, I guess he just swept me off my
feet.

Why didn't you ask all these questions
this afternoon?

You saw me.

I don't miss much, Marshal.

Yeah. The children were enjoying
themselves so much.

I didn't want to interfere.

Very thoughtful.

Well, the truth is, I was raised in
Bradwell.

And I remember what it was like.

Long time ago.

Well, you seem to have turned out all
right.

Thanks.

Sorry I can't help you more.

Thank you for your time.

Marshal, I didn't catch your name.

Lambert.

Darian Lambert.

Hi, Kit.

Here's the latest news on your little
boy.

He's doing very well, strong and
healthy, and he's very bright in school.

He's lonely sometimes and dreams about
you often.

I wish you'd reconsider your decision
not to visit.

He painted this from that old photograph
you left us.

His name -choosing ceremony will be in a
few weeks.

He joined the first name of the hero of
the just war with your maiden name.

From now on, your son will be known as
Darian Lambert.

You get it? We ran into some trouble.

What kind of trouble? Some guy was
searching Logan's condo when we got

Maybe he found it.

Don't give me maybes.

There's enough on that floppy disk to
put us away, big time.

Nothing to worry about, boss. I'll find
the guy.

You better.

Because I'm going to kill somebody.

It's either him or you.

Visual mode, Selma.

I need to think things through.

Yes, Captain.

What do you make of Kit Logan?

An intelligent woman, dedicated to her
work, skilled at concealing her

Why do you say that?

Although she appeared calm, my scan of
her vital signs revealed that she was

under considerable stress.

Because she was lying about having seen
out Logan.

That is possible.

I find it hard to imagine her with a
crook like Logan.

My historical records indicate that
women often choose mates who prove to be

unworthy. I guess so.

There was something about her that made
me feel that she was a better judge of

character than that.

Selma, turn to the right.

Captain?

And now the other direction.

Well, know what it is?

She looks like you.

She looks so much like you that I
instinctively trusted her.

But the fact is that she's covering up
for a fugitive.

Which means that she'll lead us to him.

Watch out.

Okay, Joanne, you take care of that.

I just want to let you know I have a
lead on your ex -husband's whereabouts.

I should know tonight.

What will you do to him?

He's a fugitive.

I'll send him back where he came from.

I see.

Well, thanks for letting me know.

No problem.

Monitor the phone lines, Selma.

If she calls Logan, I'll need you to
trace it to his location.

Yes, Captain.

Wait a minute.

Thanks for warning, babe.

I know I can count on you. There, notice
that. After this, no more markers.

We're even.

Yeah, sure, sure.

Put her right there!

You safe for you?

Why can't you warn me? Sure.

You know something? I'm going to be rid
of you for good.

Transmission's on sale.

I don't know really how to do this,
but... Please, dear God,

don't let my son die.

Excuse me.

Don't be alarmed.

I work for Captain Lambert.

What are you?

I'm a specified encapsulated limitless
memory archive.

An advanced computer designed
specifically for Captain Lambert.

Only the five most important police
captains are authorized one.

What do I call you?

My captain uses my acronym, Selma.

Selma.

Did Darian know who I am?

No. He felt something, but attributed it
to our resemblance.

Why do you look like me?

He made a childhood painting. My
programmers used it. I hope you don't

I'm flattered.

What exactly do you do for him?

I help in any way I can.

You watch out for him?

Yes.

Like a mother?

I wouldn't put it that way.

I can't believe this is happening.

I'm talking to a computer about my... my
child.

My son.

Who I gave up in another world.

What do I say it with?

Hi, Darian.

I'm your mom, the fugitive.

Can you tell me what to do?

I believe our first priority should be
the captain's condition.

Yes.

May I examine him?

Yes, of course.

You will find a credit card in his shirt
pocket.

Please place it on his forehead.

Do what?

Think of the card as an omni -scan.

You have done very well.

An excellent job of stitching up the
wound. But he has lost too much blood.

I've been giving fluids, but... I was
afraid 20th century blood would cause a

reaction. Yes, it could have killed him.

But you have overlooked an available
alternative.

We have at hand a potential donor whose
blood type matches the captain's

exactly.

My blood is the perfect thing.

I'll monitor the flow. Just relax.

Selma.

How long have you and Darian been
together?

Over three years, which, in a manner of
speaking, is my whole life.

Tell me about him.

My captain is a fine policeman.

Intelligent, strong, brave, decent,
honorable, gentle, and understanding.

Thelma.

You love him, don't you?

I do not have human emotions.

My captain's well -being is my primary
concern, but...

I cannot imagine being without him.

I was right.

You love him.

Does that give me the right to ask you
an impertinent question?

Why I gave him up?

Yes.

Because I wanted the best for him.

And I certainly wasn't it.

I wasn't a good person, Selma.

I ran with the wrong crowd. I drifted
anywhere the action took me.

I did a lot of things I'm not proud of.

Perhaps the responsibility of a child
would have modified your behavior.

It took a lot of hard knocks to
straighten me out.

I had to hit bottom before I turned
round.

I... I decided to break completely with
the old life.

That's why I came here.

For me, the 20th century is...

It's a whole new beginning.

You have succeeded in overcoming your
past.

My captain will admire that.

He mustn't know.

Why not?

He idolizes his mother, doesn't he?

Yeah. His dream mother is perfect and
faultless. That's not me. I don't even

come close.

His imaginary mother has given him so
much more than I ever could.

I don't want to destroy that.

Are you certain?

Yes.

It's enough that I've met him and know
how well he's turned out.

You were seriously wounded.

Nurse Logan provided you with excellent
medical attention.

I'm very confused.

We can talk later.

Right now, you need your rest.

You'll

sleep

through the night.

It's been one hell of a day.

Selma? Yes, Captain.

Visual work.

All right, Selma, what's going on here?

With respect to what, Captain?

What can you tell me about Kit Logan?

She is a kind and generous woman,
intelligent, highly proficient in her

profession. I know that part.

She received her medical education at
the University of Chicago, qualifying as

registered nurse. Since then, she has
worked for Cook County Children's

I don't mean here.

What have you got on her from the
future?

I have no file on Nurse Catherine Logan
from the 22nd century, Captain.

I had a blood transfusion, didn't I?

Yes, Captain.

And Kit Logan is the only other person
here.

He let her give me her blood.

Yes, Captain.

You never would have done that if she
weren't from the future.

Your logic is impeccable.

So why didn't you tell me?

Captain, I make many determinations.

It would not be practical to communicate
them all.

Selma, you're holding out on me.

Why would I do that?

All I know is I seem to remember the two
of you hovering over me in some kind of

mysterious partnership.

You were delirious for a long time,
Captain.

That doesn't explain why you're being so
protective of her now.

Would you send her back?

Is there some reason I should?

I would not advise it.

Selma, you're avoiding direct answers.

I want the truth, and I want it now.

Captain, you are just recovering from a
serious wound.

I suggest you simply, slang phrase,
chill out.

It's okay.

Selma gave me permission.

You'd like something to eat?

Sure.

Oatmeal and raisins?

A Bradwell tradition.

Yes.

Some things never change, huh?

I ate this for breakfast six times a
week, winter and summer.

And banana pancakes on Sundays.

That's right.

That's right.

So how come you didn't tell me you were
from the future?

You didn't ask.

You knew all along who I was.

How do you figure that?

Because you called me captain yesterday.

And that was before you talked to Selma.

So I know who you were. Is that a
federal offense?

Look, don't get me wrong.

I'm very grateful for what you did.

But some things just don't add up.

One minute, you tip off Al. Then I'm
after him.

And the next, you saved my life.

I couldn't let you bleed to death.

You could have just called an ambulance.

Well, I...

I knew that if you went to a hospital,
there'd be a lot of embarrassing

questions about your heart rate, your
blood count. You went way out of your

to help a cop who just sent your husband
back to jail. Ex -husband. Okay, ex.

You risked your life to warn him.

Look, warning Al was wrong, and I
shouldn't have done it.

But I don't apologize. I'd do it again.

Lady, you're a walking contradiction.

I can't figure you out. I'm not so
strange.

No? Then maybe you can tell me why my
computer gives me the runaround every

I ask her about you. I didn't know Selma
could do that.

Oh, so I didn't imagine it.

You two did meet.

Yes.

I like her.

Of course, she looks like you.

I noticed that.

Do you know why?

No.

Because she's supposed to look like a...

What's your maiden name?

What are you driving at? What is it?

Oh, Mally!

I don't think so.

I know my own name.

How do you know what I was fed in the
22nd century?

I work at Bradwell, a place like that.
It wouldn't change its routine in only

200 years.

That's pretty thin.

I think you know because you visited
there long enough to abandon your

son.

That's crazy.

No, it makes a lot of sense. Why are you
denying it?

Look. The year you were born, I was
living in the Slavic Federation, 14 ,000

miles from Chicago.

What?

Why are you cross -examining me like
this? I want to hear you say it! Say

That you're my mother.

If I were your mother, I'd be very proud
of you.

Why? You don't know the first thing
about me. You closed the door and you

away. Darian, please!

Just tell me why you left me! You're
not...

I'm listening.

What were they?

Mrs. Logan, I think you've got something
I want.

We'll make this simple.

Just three questions.

One, where's the floppy disk?

What disk?

The disk your husband stole from us. Ex
-husband.

Hey, don't jerk me around. You give me
straight answers or you die, understand?

I don't know anything about a computer
disk.

Maybe not. We'll see.

Search the place.

While they're looking, we'll go and
question who. Where's Al?

You're not going to believe me.

Cry. All I can say is you're never going
to see Al again.

I think you better start taking me
seriously.

Forget Al.

He's gone for good.

Let's get on to question three.

There was another man, a pro.

I want to know about him.

You don't want to mess with him. Why
not?

He's a federal marshal.

Oh, hey, what?

I'm supposed to be scared?

You better be. You're not even in the
same league as this guy.

This is getting interesting.

Is he a special friend of yours?

You're not learning anything else about
him from me.

Wrong.

Here's your remote, Selma.

Meet you.

Selma?

Damn.

I'm getting very tired of this.

Nick.

I found something.

What? She's got a bedroom rigged like a
hospital. There's blood on the pillow.

Who was it?

Al or the Marshal?

I don't think it was Al.

I found this.

Darien Lambert.

See what else you can find.

So, you don't know anything about a
computer disk.

I didn't know it was there.

You've been lying to me all along.

Actually, I haven't.

Not that it matters.

You're going to kill me anyway.

Not before I get the truth out of you.

You got company?

The Marshal.

Now we're getting somewhere.

Oh, you must be Darian Lambert.

What's this all about? Nothing.

We've been playing a little game of
three questions. There's one question

Where's Al Logan?

He's in jail where he belongs.

That's not what she told us. She doesn't
know anything.

No? Look, I don't know what your beef
with Al is, but I put him away.

You ought to thank me.

I got other plans.

He shouldn't have come back.

They're going to kill us.

No, I don't think so.

I got half the Chicago police force out
there.

Captain Selma is listening to every
word.

Attention in the house.

This is the police.

He's wild. We have you surrounded.

Come out of the house with your hands in
the air.

There is no escape.

Look at it. They're dangerous.

Someone call an ambulance.

Don't bother, Salma.

It's too late.

I'm afraid she's right, Captain.

I can send you back for 22nd century
medical care.

Captain, she would not survive
deportation. Don't upset yourself.

You're good.

But you're not that good.

You are my mother.

Aren't you?

Yes.

I wish your father had lived.

He was a cop, Darian.

A good, brave man.

Very handsome.

Like you.

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

I'm sorry. I couldn't be the mother you
longed for.

You are.

You are the mother.

Take good care of my son.

I will.

I love you, Mom.

Forgive me.

Selma.

I'm here, Kent.

Her death was so senseless.

Captain, she was wounded protecting her
son and died in his arms.

No mother could ask for a better death.

It's not right.

I miss her now more than ever.

I traveled 200 years before I found her,
and now I've lost her again.

But you did find her, Captain.

There are many men who see their mothers
every day and never really find them.

I guess that's true.

Selma?

Yes, Captain?

I'm glad they made you look like her.

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