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Phone keyboard clicks

phone locks

car engine starts

I'll meet you outside ops.

Carly whispers: Copy that.

Car horn beeps

Trevor: Oh! That's the boss!

Road trip.

You're such a kid.

Yeah, on the outside. What's that? Boop!

What a freak, man.

What?

Door knocks

Oh...

Wow. They're beautiful.

Thank you.

Mum.

Mum remembered.

"Happy anniversary, Grant."

No service?

Not one bar.

Should've called when we stopped at that gas station.

Marcy: Told you.

Yeah, then we got lost.

How long till impact?

Twenty—three minutes, six seconds.

Ish?

No, pretty much exactly.

I'll have to call her after the mission.

I don't understand the big deal about anniversaries anyway.

My father missed their 25th a few months back.

And?

Gary paid a heavy price, boss.

Fortunately, Kat's a reasonable person.

Marcy: Reason's got nothin' to do with it. You're already in the doghouse.

Oh, come on. — no, she's right.

Your window was early this morning. It's already closed.

How do you know this information? — covered it in training.

"21st—century female behaviour."

Ah. Well, I'll buy her flowers, then.

What anniversary is it?

Maclaren: Ten years. — yikes.

Whoa.

Ah, you're screwing with me now.

No, ten's a big one. Even I know that.

Ok, well, help me out. What's an appropriate gift for ten years?

Tin.

Yeah, ten. — no, "tin."

As in the metal. — tin?

That's the traditional gift.

I'm supposed to give her something made from tin?

If you're a traditionalist, yes.

There's a more modern anniversary theme for ten years but you're not gonna like it.

Diamonds.

Now I know you're making this up. — technically, diamond jewellery.

Yes. — seriously?

Marcy: You might've gotten away with flowers, if you'd called.

“Gotten away with flowers if you called...”

Maclaren: Where does it come down?

Philip: 600 metres to our south—southwest

in seven minutes, eight seconds.

There—ish.

It's amazing this becomes a dry iakebed in 50 years.

Do we need to worry about a wave?

Nah. Probably a splash, but it's not too big.

Trevor: Just extremely rare and important to the future.

More rare than that other mineral... What was it?

Diamond?

That's the one.

Alright, alright, just...

Let's get the recovery gear ready, make sure everything's working.

The director gave us an important mission. Let's get it right.

Engine sputters

Outboard roars

gunfire

Outboard rattles

High—pitch ringing — woman screams: No!

She screams

no!

She screams

ringing stops

Phone rings

voicemail beeps

voicemail: You've reached special agent Grant ll/laclaren. Please leave a message.

Phone rings

Wakefield.

Woman: This is an emergency communication, protocol Alpha.

Protocol Alpha? Who is this?

This is traveler 5007.

We have less than 60 seconds before signal loss.

I'm listening. — I need armed air assets

to the following coordinates asap...

49.3506 degrees north.

722.8599 degrees west.

Can you do this?

Possibly. I have a helicopter already in the air with agents aboard

but they're not travelers.

I said protocol Alpha!

Can you get them to these coordinates in the next 17 minutes?

Negative. Best case is, is... 25 to 30.

What about assets on the ground?

Wakefield: 25 minutes is our closest anything.

You're talking the middle of nowhere.

I do have agents on the ground within roughly...

Silence

hello?

Give me the keys!

Ha. Right. How 'bout we just wait till your little brother touches down first?

It's an emergency! Give me the fucking keys!

They're in the ignition.

Door opens — wait. What emergency?

Carrie, what's wrong?

Just tell me what's going on!

I'll drive you myself!

Carrie!

He shouts: Carrie!

Wayne! Your sister just took my car!

Phone rings

voicemail: You've reached special agent Grant ll/laclaren.

Carly: No service?

Not one bar.

Should've called when we stopped at that gas station.

I told you. — maclaren: Yeah, then we got lost.

How long till meteor impact?

Twenty—two minutes, 51 seconds.

Ish?

No, pretty much exactly.

I'll call her after the mission.

I don't understand the big deal about anniversaries anyway.

My father forgot their 25th a few months back.

And?

Gary paid a heavy price, boss.

Luckily, Kat's a reasonable person.

Reason's got nothing to do with it.

You're already doomed.

Oh, my gosh. That's a big gun.

Um... am I on private property right now?

I'm so lost.

You... you want me to go back?

Ok, I can... I can do that.

Um, can you just tell me where alouette lake is?

Are you telling me the lake's back that way

or are you still telling me to turn around?

Ok.

Jesus.

Callahan!

What is it? — where did the Fraser meteor come down?

A dry iakebed just north—east of here. Why?

It wasn't dry this early in the 21st.

What's going on? — I just got off the phone with a traveler

who requested armed assets to the exact

same coordinates the meteor was historically found, 50 years from now.

We got cut off, but she said it was protocol Alpha.

How's that possible?

What would've happened if Robert Fraser hadn't discovered that element in 2068?

There'd be no room—temperature superconductor for quantum processing

no leap in artificial intelligence

no consciousness—transfer technology... — no director.

Do we know when the meteor came down?

I'm no historian, but I'm about to bet my job at the FBI

that it's sometime in the next 15 minutes

and that the faction is trying to get to it before we do.

The director overwrote all the faction members.

Only faction members it could get eyes on.

There could be hundreds still out there, or worse, it's somebody else.

She groans

Truck horn bellows

she gasps

hey! What the fuck?

You alright?

She grunts and pants

She roars

she groans

Carly: Amazing to me this becomes a dry iakebed in 50 years.

Marcy: Do we need to worry about a wave?

Trevor: Nah. Probably just a splash.

Nothing too big.

Just extremely rare and important to the future.

Even more rare than that other mineral... What was it again?

You mean diamond?

That's it. — alright, let's get the recovery gear ready

and make sure everything's working.

The director gave us an important mission. Let's not mess it up.

Outboard roars

she shouts: Get back from the water!

She wheezes

Distant gunfire

High—pitched ringing

Carrie screams

she screams

Carrie!

Carrie, what's wrong?

She screams

Radio plays

Buddy, open your chute...

He shouts: Wayne! Open your chute!

God.

Oh, god. Oh, no, no, no, no!

Wayne? Wayne!

Lars sobs

oh, god. Oh, god. Oh...

Carrie!

What're you doing?

Carrie!

Dog barks

Carrie screams

Carrie screams

Carrie, what's wrong?

She screams

Well, then, help me out. What's an appropriate gift for ten years?

Tin. — yeah, ten.

No, "tin".

Like soup tin? — Trevor: As in the metallic element.

That's the traditional gift.

I'm supposed to give her something made from tin?

You cut the deployment close. What happened?

We collided. He's unconscious

but I managed to get his parachute open before we separated.

If he lands like that, he'll break his neck. — do you have any weapons in the car?

What? — weapons.

No.

What are you doing?

The camera saw a knife in the pickup.

What? Carrie!

Carrie!

Dog barks

Engine starts

Hey. This place is where?

I'm lost. Can you help me?

Ok. Fine, but... this place is where?

I need to know.

He grunts

Marcy: Might've gotten away with flowers if you'd called.

Maclaren: Yeah, we established I made a mistake.

Marcy: Now you got to get her a diamond—something.

Maclaren: Really?

Explain how buying something hard and shiny, and artificially expensive

because it's controlled by a cartel, gets me out of the dog pound.

Marcy:“Doghouse.” — were you trained at all

in 21st—century male behaviour, or...?

I think he's nailing it.

Philip: Historically, diamonds have always been a rare and precious gift.

Oh, shut up.

Solve your own problems then.

Yeah, well, if it's rare and precious she wants

I'll chip a fragment off the meteor after we recover it.

It could come in handy

if Kathryn ever needs a high—temperature superconductor

for quantum processing.

You shut up, too.

Philip chuckles

Truck horn bellows

Hey! What the hell?

Asshole.

Van horn blares

Phone rings

voicemail: You've reached special agent Grant ll/laclaren.

Please leave a message. — beep

hey, it's me.

Just giving you the benefit of the doubt here.

I know you're probably busy on a case and I married an FBI agent

but I'm assuming, when you write “won't be by tonight, work”

in a text, it just means that you're gonna be late

because tonight, of all nights

we should spend some time together no matter what time it is.

Hint, hint.

Ok, so...

I'm gonna plan something for later, nothing fancy.

You just need to let me know roughly when that will be.

You can even text me.

I'll be here.

Carrie wheezes

maclaren!

You're in danger!

Maclaren!

Maclaren: Let's get the recovery gear ready. Make sure everything's working.

The director gave us an important mission. Let's not fuck it up.

Carrie, in distance: Maclaren!

Did you hear that? — Trevor: What?

Carrie shouts: Your team is in danger!

Maclaren!

Run!

Carrie? — get off the beach!

What're you doing here?

I'm traveler 500—— — gunfire

gunfire

Gunshot

Carrie screams: Oh, god!

She gasps

Carrie, pull your chute.

Carrie!

What happened up there? — we collided.

Then Wayne must be unconscious.

Give me your keys.

Wait, what? — your keys.

No. You're hurt! — I need to go.

No, you're not going anywhere.

You're staying right here. — the future is at stake.

No, you got a concussion.

But the faction is gonna win if we do not act.

Ok, whatever. You're fucked up. Just... just don't move, ok?

Your brother's in trouble.

Carrie groans

he's gonna break his neck. — Carrie whimpers and groans

she pants weakly

Carrie screams

she groans

She grunts

What happened?

Did you crash into each other?

She sputters

too much strain on the host.

What? What?

There are five people on a remote beach.

It's not far...

Who? — doesn't matter.

Listen. You need to help them. I can't make it.

You're not making any sense.

Carrie grunts

everything is at stake.

You need to do this.

Do what? Do what? I—I don't understand!

The coordinates. Y—you need...

You... you need to...

He sobs Carrie?

He sobs Carrie...

Oh, god...

Oh, god.

Oh, god!

Well, if it's rare and precious she wants

I'll chip a fragment off the meteor after we recover it.

It could come in handy

if Kathryn ever needs a high—temperature superconductor

for a quantum frame.

Maclaren: You shut up too.

Are you sure this is it?

Philip: This is the place.

Maclaren: It sure doesn't look anything like the pictures when it was found.

This is beautiful.

Yeah, it's nice.

Nice? This is like seeing Niagara Falls before it went dry

or the great valley before the domes were built.

Yeah. I said it was nice.

She's not wrong.

High—pitched ringing

Outboard roars

gunfire

High—pitched ringing

he grunts

he screams

Car keys! Give me the keys!

Lars sobs

oh, my god. Wayne, she's dead.

Give me the keys!

Lars sobs

Dog barks

Engine starts

Motorcycle roars

Engine starts

Phone rings

voicemail: You've reached special agent Grant ll/laclaren.

Please leave a message. B ee p

hello, special agent Grant maclaren.

This is your apparently—not—so—special wife of ten years

as of today.

Ten years, Grant.

I left you a phone message

and I sent you a “happy anniversary” text before that

but neither really cover the range of emotion that I'm feeling at the moment.

All I can say is, you bloody well better be

shopping in a jewellery store right now

that happens to have shitty cell phone reception.

Call me back when you get this.

Yeah, I said it was nice.

She's not wrong.

This is 026. Inbound with a full load.

About an hour out.

Radio: 026, copy. See you then.

Car horn honks

fuck you!

Gunshot

Got a sec?

Yeah.

Is everything alright?

If you mean with Kat and the pregnancy...

The pills you gave me—— — this isn't the time or the place.

No, I know. I was going to ask about you.

I'm fine.

I don't think you are.

Part of the team leader's job is to have some inkling about the general welfare...

I said that I'm fine. — you're not fine.

You're unhappy.

Look, Marcy, you can't possibly remember this, but...

I didn't want to be reset?

Someone told you?

We should just get back to the mission.

No. There's plenty of time. Let them take care of it.

Look, I didn't see the good in telling you that information

and maybe I was wrong

but it's pretty obvious to me

and probably everyone else

that the new Marcy is different from the old one

in ways she wouldn't approve.

She?

That's your word.

Well, hers.

I just...

She sighs

I just can't help but feel that I'm not really...

What?

Whole.

That when grace sent my consciousness to the future...

Repackagedit and then sent it back again, that...

She left out what made me “me”.

That very day

you told me you were afraid of losing the most important part of who you had become

in your short time in the 21st. — how do I even know what that is?

I don't think it's my place to say, but I...

I can give you a hint.

After that plane crash that should've killed me

when you and a million nanites were trying to put me back together...

My own consciousness

took refuge in the memories of Grant maclaren.

Well, that's not possible. There are none.

Only a few. Disconnected fragments.

Of what?

Of how much Grant maclaren loved his wife.

Memories even his death couldn't erase.

How do I possibly access that?

You're the doctor.

Where does it come down?

Six hundred metres to our south—southwest.

Gunfire

gunfire

Carrie: Killer day, huh?

Maclaren: Yeah. Yeah. It's... killer.

What are you guys up to?

Uh, heading up to a lake, do a little camping.

Fishing! — fishing.

What about you? What are you up to?

About 15,000 feet.

We're going skydiving.

Oh! That sounds... terrifying.

You know, it 3...

Oh, yeah. No. It'll clear up.

You know, statistically, it's actually safer than driving.

So people tell me.

You should try it sometime.

No. I'm not... I'm not so good with things in the sky.

Ok.

Gotta fly, Carrie.

See you later. — yeah, have fun... Carrie.

Isn't she a little young for you?

And I'm married. I know.

Uh, speaking of which...

Your wife just texted you, saying “happy anniversary”.

What? Shit! — yeah.

You might wanna give her a call.

She didn't have any fresh fruit like you asked

so I got you something called a “fruit pie” instead.

Has the word “fruit” in it.

Sure does.

Thanks, trev. That's great.

Radio plays

whoa! Turn it up! This is my favourite part! — no, you'll just sing louder.

Music: "What a day to shake a heartache" by Sherry Lynn

she sings along off—key

don't roll your eyes at me!

♪ Back to where I was before ♪

♪ bye—bye, baby ♪

The problem is, when I said turn, you didn't turn.

The GPS said there's no road. — well, there's one on the map.

So we'll turn around.

Ok. — there's lots of time.

Thank you.

High—pitched ringing

he gasps and screams

he screams

Marcy: Are you sure this is it?

This is the place.

Sure doesn't look anything like the pictures when it was found.

This is beautiful.

Dog barks

engine revs

Marcy, you can't possibly remember this, but...

I didn't want to be reset?

Someone told you?

We should just get back to the mission.

No. There's plenty of time.

Let them take care of it. — she sighs

look. I didn't see the good in telling you that information

and maybe I was wrong

but it's pretty obvious to me, and probably everyone else

that the new Marcy is different from the old one

in ways she wouldn't approve.

That very day, you told me you were afraid of losing

the most important part of who you had become

in your short time in the 21st.

How do I even know what that is? — I don't think it's my place to say

but I...

I can give you a hint.

Gunshot

After the plane crash that should've killed me

when you and a million nanites were trying to put me back together...

My own consciousness took refuge in the memories of Grant maclaren.

But how do I possibly access that?

You're the doctor.

Wayne, in distance: Maclaren!

Did you hear that?

He wheezes

oh!

Maclaren!

Gunfire

Identify yourself.

Traveler 5008.

I'm on a protocol Alpha mission... — we know, it's all over.

Marcy, all clear!

No, there's one more down the road. I had to go around him.

I took care of him first. We did it.

Thank you both.

That was close.

You don't know how close.

He pants

we weren't the first.

We had to keep trying.

How many times?

I was the ninth volunteer.

Jesus.

If the element ended up in the hands of the faction

the whole traveler program might never—...

Distant bang

See? Just a splash.

Our mission is to recover and secure the meteorite upon impact, so...

We'll stay here and watch your back till you're done.

I'll have him patched up by then.

There's one other thing.

We have your next mission.

Outboard roars