Previously on Travelers...
[screams]
[Philip]: In the future,
we've developed a technology...
[screams]
...that allows a traveler
to project his or her conscious mind...
to a host body.
[Marcy]: In our time,
humanity has been all but wiped out.
We've come back to change that.
Thirty seconds.
Till what?
- [ticking] - [ringing in his ears]
[Trevor]: On this night, Special Agent Grant MacLaren
fell 45 meters to his death.
I see we all made it.
Let's begin.
So, any issues I should know about?
Well, intel on my host was way off the mark,
but I'm handling it.
We all knew
assuming the lives of people from another century
wasn't going to be a walk in the park.
Actually, you should try a walk in the park sometime.
It's lovely.
Thanks. I'll do that.
All coms are set for voice activation.
- [Carly]: All good? - [MacLaren]: Yeah.
Loud and clear.
When did you have a chance to build coms?
After school.
Okay.
Ready?
[woman]: Freeze!
[police radio chatter plays]
[♪♪♪]
[woman]: The material's safer where it is.
[man]: Dr. Delaney, the entire power grid is down
and your emergency backups
aren't designed to last for more than a few hours.
[Dr. Delaney]: Your transport unit is untested.
The road vibration alone could cause containment failure.
Any distance we manage to take it
is better than here.
Bullshit.
This isn't about safety.
You want a new weapon.
[man, over radio]: We're ready to load up, Major.
Copy.
Doctor.
[man]: Watch those cables there.
[♪♪♪]
[woman]: Agent MacLaren?
Yes.
You called in that you were in pursuit of a suspect.
Do you need backup?
Yes. We were forced to take him out.
I... I was.
That's the body over there.
There's also a police officer
locked out on the roof.
[female police officer]: Okay. We can take it from here.
I'm Traveler 3185.
This is your containment unit. You can trust it.
I thought we were meeting en route.
No plan survives contact with the past. You must be new.
Yes. Six minutes ago. How's that for timing?
Go save the world.
Thanks.
No pressure.
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[Marcy]: The convoy is approaching our location.
[MacLaren]: Copy.
We're getting in position.
[turns engine off]
[Marcy]: They're passing us now.
[traffic roars]
[man]: Major, the containment unit.
[beeping]
It's failing.
What?
We're detecting micro-annihilations.
- So she was right. - I wouldn't say that, sir,
but we won't make it to our facility.
We're looking at an explosion in the megaton range.
Stop the convoy.
[traffic roars]
[Major]: At this point, an antimatter detonation is inevitable.
I want everyone to turn around
and get as far away from here as you can.
[man]: Copy that, Major.
[Major]: Wilson!
Sir.
The road ahead's clear.
I'll be following just behind.
We'll take it as far as we can.
Go. I'll catch up.
[knocks twice on truck]
You're not following him?
[taps com] What?
[taps com] Nothing.
I'm just looking you over.
Well...
He looks like his picture.
So how do you feel about older men?
[laughs]
I asked myself that this morning.
Agent MacLaren came to see me.
What?
He's a lot like you.
So much, I almost thought I was talking to you.
Well, not as charming, I bet.
Oh, he was charming.
It even crossed my mind
to warn him not to follow us tonight.
Well, the next available host candidate
was a morbidly obese meat salesman,
so thanks for keeping that thought to yourself.
[Philip]: Containment truck historically one minute out.
Copy. We're in position.
[traffic roars]
They're trying to get outside the blast radius.
The truck is on its own now.
[Marcy]: Okay, guys.
[truck roars]
[♪♪♪]
[turns engine off]
[truck horn honks]
[truck brakes, engine idles]
Sir, I could use your help up here!
[Wilson]: This is Wilson. The road ahead was supposed to be clear.
[Philip]: I'm jamming his radio.
[Wilson]: Does anybody copy?
Lady, you do not want to be here!
I said, you do not...
[syringe injecting, Wilson goes silent]
Okay, he's out!
[♪♪♪]
[beeping]
Transfer complete.
Pick it up, guys.
[♪♪♪]
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[Philip]: Charge is set.
[♪♪♪]
[starts engine]
[♪♪♪]
We're good for roughly 40 hours.
Well, that went about as well as I could have hoped.
[explosion booming]
[Trevor]: There it is.
We've just officially changed history.
We just saved 11,000 people.
Except for the guy who was driving that truck.
One piece of history that we couldn't change.
At 0830 tomorrow...
today... we'll hand off the antimatter to the arriving team leader
and our first mission will be complete.
Yeah. Philip and I can handle that.
Why?
Well, Trevor's got school,
and Carly's got a baby,
and you've got a wife you've got to go home to
and meet for the first time, so...
Okay. You two, do the hand-off.
We'll meet later on.
I'll get you home.
Great work, everybody.
[♪♪♪]
[clock ticking]
[door opens, keys land on table]
[door closes]
Hi.
Did you have anything to do with the blackout?
No.
Then...
did you...
have anything to do with the FBI?
An agent called. Said he stopped by earlier.
You know, I don't get a lot of FBI agents calling.
Was his name MacLaren?
Yes.
Would it help you if I told you I work with him?
Yeah, it would.
It would help a lot.
It would make a lot of sense, actually.
And it's all good, this FBI business?
Yeah, it's all fine.
Okay.
Well, it's late.
One more question.
Why are you here?
Staying in my apartment.
With me.
David, there's going to come a time
where I'll need your help.
My help?
Mm-hmm.
I mean, honestly,
there's not that many people I can trust.
But if... if it's not okay...
No.
It's fine.
[turns engine off]
I wish you could come in.
There's a babysitter.
Well, I guess we'll just have to wait until...
Yep. That's you, all right.
[♪♪♪]
[car door shuts]
[water running]
[♪♪♪]
[clock ticking]
[♪♪♪]
[liquid pouring]
Couldn't even make it upstairs, huh?
Oh...
I didn't want to wake you.
Tough night?
Uh...
long night.
There you go.
Thanks.
Oh, no. Is the milk off?
You know, the power was out almost all night.
I am going to the fabric store later today.
Do you want me to pick up that linen for your mother?
My mother?
That milk is fine.
This is cow's milk.
What animal were you expecting?
You know, I don't know
if we're going to be seeing them this weekend,
but I can still pick it up.
Yeah, sure. That's... That's great, Kathryn.
Kathryn?
What?
You haven't called me by my full name
since our first date.
Yeah.
What's that about?
You need to take a nap.
You're not safe to drive when you're this tired.
I've got to go.
I've got that big meeting today.
Good luck.
Thank you.
Have a great day...
Kat.
Take a nap!
Uh-huh.
[liquid spilling]
[knocking on door]
- Trevor! Get up! - I'm up! I'm up!
- Up!
I'm up, okay?
Breakfast is on the table.
[♪♪♪]
[Marcy on message]: Hey, it's Marcy.
I'll meet you at the T.E.L.L.
[vomiting]
Hey, Marcy, don't sneak out on me.
I've been thinking,
and I want you to come to the hospital with me.
No.
No?
You can't pretend
that you didn't have a seizure two days ago.
I mean, whatever else is going on,
that was real,
and it wasn't a little thing.
I'm not gonna pretend that it didn't happen.
You need to see a doctor.
I am a doctor.
What?
You want to know what a doctor would say?
That I had something like an absence seizure,
that the electrical signals in my brain
repeated themselves over and over
in a three-second pattern.
She'll be confused
because it's more common in children than adults,
and then she'll order an MRI,
because it's likely to get worse.
Why didn't you just say that?
Because...
there's...
there's just so much more to this...
Then give me a hint.
Give me something.
I mean, technically, I'm still your social worker.
I could make you go to the hospital.
Okay, what's the date today?
The 13th?
There will be a small commuter plane crash
in Oregon around noon,
with four casualties.
If it doesn't happen,
I will go to the hospital with you, okay?
Fair?
That's ridiculous.
I mean, nobody can predict that.
Well, then you'll get what you want,
and I will go to the doctor with you.
Do we have a deal?
No.
I also want your cell number.
I don't have one.
You don't have a cell?
Fine, yours is a secret.
Here. Take this.
I bought it as a gift for somebody that I used to...
You know, it doesn't matter.
Take it.
If it rings, it's me.
Please answer it.
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[♪♪♪]
[ringing in his ears]
[ticks]
[♪♪♪]
[screams]
[screaming]
[♪♪♪]
[Marcy]: Welcome to the 21st.
I'm Traveler 3569.
Oh, shit.
[♪♪♪]
What do you think, boss?
Of what?
Our operations base.
Yeah, it's breathtaking.
You're sure there hasn't been a messenger?
I think a pre-adolescent kid
might stand out.
I thought this was going to be a simple hand-off?
The Director probably didn't know about the pills.
What pills?
[Marcy]: A fatal dose of Fentanyl.
Probably a failsafe in case he lacked the courage to pull the trigger.
The Director missed it.
[Philip]: Cause of death on historical record
was gunshot to the head.
And there wasn't anyone from his team there to meet him?
No. And we looked around.
Well, let's not panic.
The Director will be aware that a traveler didn't make it
and assign a new candidate.
Yeah, if one comes available in time.
You've memorized all the potential candidates in the area?
I've memorized everything.
Okay. Show off a little.
How many since 0830?
Hmm... Today's not a real good day.
There was a construction worker that gets electrocuted earlier this morning...
prime host, actually...
but the accident is impossible for the incoming traveler to avoid, so...
[Carly]: Report of the construction worker's death this morning
is already online.
[Philip]: In a couple hours, there's an elective surgery that goes bad.
The point is, it could take time.
How much do we have?
[Trevor]: 30 hours, give or take.
We should drive the antimatter out of town,
like the military was trying to do.
No. The Director must have some sort of plan for it.
Probably as a power source.
We need to make it possible for the other team to find us.
I could throw out something like an S.O.S. on the deep web,
but that would risk exposure by the FBI.
You know all about that.
Try your S.O.S.
I can run interference at the Bureau if I have to.
And we could look at a way
to extend the life of the unit
with a supplemental power supply.
Buy us some time.
Good.
I'm going to talk to the traveler
that delivered it to us last night.
You sure that's a good idea?
No.
[cell phone ringing]
Delaney.
This is Major Gleason. I guess you've been expecting my call.
Actually, I was hoping to never to hear from you again.
How's the circle jerk going?
We never had the material, did we?
What are you talking about?
You're the one who drove away with it last night.
Yeah, well, I thought so, too.
Why aren't you off on an island somewhere exploding bombs?
Well, there was an explosion,
just not the one we were expecting.
Oh, God...
When?
On our way to our base.
How many casualties?
The blast was substantial enough
to put my driver into a coma,
but we both know
it should have been in the megaton range.
This didn't even make the news.
I'm not sure what you're accusing me of...
That it never existed, or somehow, you hung on to it.
Either way,
we are going to have a conversation.
See you later.
Bye, sweetie.
See you guys soon.
[MacLaren]: Hey.
[officer]: Protocol 6, Agent MacLaren.
[MacLaren]: Can't officer Boyd and Special Agent MacLaren
have a conversation?
Okay, well, first of all,
don't refer to yourself in the third person.
Is this FBI business?
In the sense that they wouldn't want
an antimatter explosion in the middle of town.
Are you serious?
Have you been sent a messenger?
Are you authorized by the Director to talk to me?
Then step away.
Look, the arriving traveler we were meeting was D.O.A.
In the absence of a clear course of action,
you await instruction from the Director
via messenger or traveler.
What else do you want me to tell you?
How about the location
of the team that we were supposed to hand off to?
I don't know,
and I'm not supposed to know.
Look, you're new, I get it,
I really do,
and you got a bitch of a first assignment,
but I've been here a year, and shit happens, okay?
There's a reason we're so compartmentalized, MacLaren.
There's teams of us all over the world on missions,
- and that's why... - That's why there's a protocol six.
Yeah, I get the rules,
but help me out here.
Should we drive it to an unpopulated area?
Or leave it where it is and risk wiping out a city?
It's a tough call.
Get it right, please.
[female TV announcer]: Aviation authorities agree
that if it were not for the skill of the pilot,
this tragedy could have been much worse.
With just four dead,
local authorities are grateful
the pilot managed to bring the commuter plane down
in a remote area.
Names of the dead have not yet been released
pending notification of the families...
[♪♪♪]
You all right?
You're sweating.
I'd like it if there was no bomb in my house,
but otherwise...
[Trevor]: Philip.
I think we are ready to do this.
[cell phone ringing]
You got a cell phone?
Yeah.
Who could be calling you?
It is my social worker.
Yes?
How could you have possibly...
possibly known that was going to happen
unless you had something to do with it happening?
I can't tell you that.
Marcy, this is crazy.
We made a deal that if it happened,
I wouldn't have to go to the hospital with you today.
Yes, but... but I didn't expect this.
Yeah. Well, it happened.
You asked for a hint, I gave you one.
Look, I really need to go.
No. Just one more question.
This FBI business?
Is it dangerous?
- Well, that depends on... - [loud explosion booms]
Marcy, what's happening?
What happened?
His hands just started shaking.
I think he shorted out the circuit.
[Marcy]: He's in cardiac arrest.
- Marcy... - [Marcy]: Go grab my bag.
Marcy?
[Marcy]: Come on, Philip.
Philip, stay with us.
[David]: Marcy?
Come on.
[David]: Marcy?
[Marcy]: Come on...
Come on.
[Marcy]: He's back.
Speak up, Trevor.
We didn't add time.
We lost it, and there's not much left.
I don't know what happened.
It was like a tremor. My hand just jumped from the connectors.
Shorting out our supplemental power supply
and draining the unit's capacitor.
I am so sorry, guys.
[MacLaren]: Could you start over?
Not in the few hours we have.
What did you get out of Boyd?
Only that I was in gross violation of protocol six
and we should solve our own problems.
I think the solution now
is to get that thing at a safe distance.
[MacLaren]: Carly, if that's what the Director wanted us to do,
wouldn't he have sent a messenger by now,
telling us to do it?
Which means there's another solution
we haven't thought of.
Yeah. One that we will think of in the next five hours.
If we're down to hours,
there's no safe place for the antimatter
other than far away.
Yes, there is.
And it's obvious.
Where it was created.
Delaney's lab?
- That's insane. - [Trevor]: Is it?
I mean, the whole facility
was designed to store antimatter for an unlimited amount of time.
[Philip]: And it's a half hour away in traffic.
[Carly]: I'm sure the team
we were supposed to hand this off to
must have had other plans.
Well, no plan survives
contact with the past.
Can you find us a map of the Van Huizen compound
on this antique?
Okay, one, this equipment is currently state of the art,
and two,
wouldn't you rather I just hack into their main computer system?
Oh.
Yes, please.
Okay, I don't want
to shoot a hole in our only idea here, but...
[Carly]: How do we do this
without Delaney knowing we did it?
[MacLaren]: I'm already in violation of protocol six today,
maybe I should just tell her.
Oh, no.
What is it?
The school called my mom.
I missed a science test yesterday.
[Philip]: I'm in!
I could shut down the security system.
I could probably shut down their power...
But what might be most useful
is a flood
in the high-pressure water coolant supply
of building 26.
What do you think?
[alarm blaring]
What the hell?
[♪♪♪]
[phone ringing]
Okay. See you, Jason.
[cell phone ringing]
Your friend is determined.
Yeah.
There.
He gave up.
What exactly does a librarian need
with a social worker?
My host's identity was fiction.
The product of...
a character-building exercise
in social media,
in which her case
was our primary source of information.
In reality, Marcy...
is a mentally-challenged woman
living in the care of the state.
How is that not a giant problem?
Long term, it's most certainly fatal.
I mean, not today or the next day.
I plan on telling MacLaren
once I've properly diagnosed myself
I just need somebody to know in case I have another seizure.
We all our have burdens.
Yours is no easier.
I'm a doctor, I know the symptoms.
I'm dealing with it.
Well, I want you to dose before we go.
To keep your hands from shaking.
Today is not the day you want to quit.
[♪♪♪]
You know, I'm not crazy
about the idea of getting in bed with a mass murderer.
Who? Delaney?
You're forgetting we changed history.
It never happened.
She still created the most destructive weapon in history.
If the military hadn't taken it farther away...
That's their horse shit story.
Delaney was a scapegoat.
It was their own containment unit that failed.
History just bought into their version of the story.
I've seen her in those old history docs.
The woman's got all the charm
of a foaming yeast vat.
Turn left up here.
Hey. How's your day going so far?
We've got something here about flooding in building 26.
I.D.s, please?
Sure.
Fourteen gallons of water per minute.
Tick tock.
Go ahead.
Afternoon, sir, I'm with FTRA.
Go ahead.
Okay then.
Okay, guys, I've hacked into the security systems.
No workers where we want to be.
All right. Keep your eyes and your coms open.
[♪♪♪]
Come on.
[♪♪♪]
[Trevor]: Looks like the interface is up top.
[Delaney]: You stay right where you are.
Shit.
South door. Go.
[Delaney]: I already shut off the relief valve
that had been opened remotely,
so you don't need to bother going through the motions.
So, Major Dickless
didn't have the balls to do this himself?
[MacLaren]: If you mean Major Gleason,
who took your antimatter last night, no.
In fact, we're the ones who took it from him.
The material is in that black bag
on my associate's shoulder.
In a bag that size?
[chuckles] No.
It is pretty heavy.
My other associate
has a .9mm aimed at your back.
Marcy, would you just aim
the laser guide of your weapon
at me for a second?
We stopped a disaster last night,
and to prevent another one,
we need to get this material back where it belongs.
Who the frig are you people?
My name is MacLaren.
I'm with the FBI.
My team has been tasked at the highest level
to prevent the military from building
the most powerful weapon of mass destruction in history.
The teenager is FBI?
Just me. They're specialists.
Show me your credentials.
We prevented the deaths
of thousands of people last night,
not to mention an arms race...
But our portable containment unit
has a limited battery capacity.
Show it to me.
Yeah.
[♪♪♪]
Is it supposed to be flashing like that?
We don't have much time.
We need to transfer it now.
How could you possibly create a stable magnetic bottle
inside something so small?
[Philip]: Somebody's here!
It's one vehicle,
and the driver's alone.
Military.
Copy. Take no action.
A vehicle's just pulled up outside.
It's Gleason. I thought he sent you people to steal my research.
How much time do we have?
[Trevor]: It's not like there's a clock on the thing.
Minutes.
There won't be a warning, it'll just go boom.
You need to get rid of him as quickly as possible.
That's all I ever do with him.
Come on.
[whistling]
Where's your staff?
We had a small coolant leak.
I sent everyone home while these people clean up.
Can you guys be somewhere else for a few minutes?
You're fine.
Go back to work.
They don't give a shit what we have to say,
and, frankly, I'm a little afraid
to be alone with you.
[Gleason]: That's funny, I feel the same way.
Go see for yourself that it's not here
so you can leave.
We don't have time for this.
Not yet.
[Gleason]: All right.
So, if I never had it, and it's not here,
then the only other possibility...
[beeping]
[beeping continues]
What is that sound?
[beeping continues]
I lied.
It never existed.
Material seemed to be accumulating,
but with each new anti-particle we created,
there were quantum micro-annihilations
that went unrecorded.
- [whispers]: We have to take him out. - I said, wait.
[Delaney]: I didn't want to lose our funding
and thought we were making progress,
- but, at best... - [Carly]: We don't have time for this.
...You drove off with a milligram.
[Gleason]: I know how hard that must have been for you to confess,
and on that level,
I must admit I enjoyed that a little.
But I do believe you were close,
and we want you to continue your work.
That means you won't be rid of me for a while.
Can I at least be rid of you now?
Of course.
Major Dickless is leaving.
Is the containment unit powered up to 120 MeV?
We left it fully charged
in case the transfer wasn't a hundred percent.
How long is this going to take?
I don't know.
[♪♪♪]
Done. It's back.
Huh.
I kind of thought that would be a bigger deal.
Nope.
Empty.
[Delaney]: 10.3 grams of antimatter.
Perfectly stable.
How close did we come?
I already told you, there's no way of knowing.
It was pretty close, though.
[MacLaren]: Doctor, I can't emphasize enough how important...
FBI, my ass.
Who are you people?
Blondie over there can't be much over 20.
And the technology beefcake carried in on his shoulder
doesn't exist.
Well, obviously, it does.
Look, all you need to know at this point
is that I am with the Bureau,
the task force is top secret,
and this won't be the last you hear from us.
Just keep the material safe for now.
For now?
What does that mean?
As in out of the hands of the military
and off the front page of the paper.
Look...
if you need to reach me,
or you want our help,
there's my number.
But I'll probably be calling you first.
I'll hold my breath.
By the way,
we were this close to intervening.
You just saved his life.
Who? Gleason?
Oh, great, that makes my day.
[♪♪♪]
Did you get my text?
Yeah, sorry.
I got busy.
Well, the doctors did say
you'd get back to your old self.
I was making some tea. Do you want some?
Please.
So...
did you save him?
Hmm?
I only ask
because I heard you
administering CPR to someone named Philip,
who apparently had a cardiac arrest
before the phone went dead,
and then you didn't answer for the rest of the day.
Yeah, he's... he's fine.
Oh, good.
Good.
So, what's on the agenda for tomorrow?
Uh...
I was thinking about what you said,
and tomorrow, I'm going to go to the hospital.
Do you want me to take you,
or...
do you want to rappel down a rope from a helicopter?
No. I would like you to take me.
Please.
[baby crying]
Hi. Sorry I'm late.
Okay.
Oh, thank you.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Okay.
[sniffs]
Okay.
[♪♪♪]
I'm home!
[Kat]: What?
My husband? Actually home for the evening?
No... Hi.
Hi.
What are you... This is a nice surprise.
[knocking on door]
You get that,
I'll go pour us a glass of wine.
Hello?
Traveler 3468.
Mission outcome acceptable in light of extenuating factors.
Further breach of protocols may result in punitive action.
End of message.
Who are you?
I'm the guy you're going to sell those cookies to,
I think.
Sweetheart, I bought two boxes from you
half an hour ago.
You've already done this side of the street.
Okay, bye.
Both of which
you're going to take to the office with you tomorrow.
If they stay in this house, I'll eat them all.
If you insist...
So, how was your day?
You know what?
My day was boring.
I'd rather hear about yours.
Tell me everything.
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