02x01 - Ave Machina

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Previously on Travelers...

We're travelers
from the future.

In our time,
many years from now,

humanity has been
all but wiped out.

We've come back
to change that.

There are thousands
of travelers

already here taking part.

Let's save the world.

Thanks.

No pressure.

I reset the Director.

What?

Rebooted its O.S.
through a virus

to protect it
from corruption

by the Faction.

What's happening in the future
while it's offline?

Chaos, probably.

A temporary power struggle.

Your team knows first-hand

the brutality
they're capable of.

You mean
they're the ones

who put us in those cages?

Duck.

What are you doing?

"k*ll 3468..."

that is the mission
I was given by the Director.

We have to destroy
the Quantum Frame...

- ...before they get here.
- Don't do it, son.

We don't have a choice,
they're going to be here soon!

Don't.

Ellis, there's another way...

They're coming in!

F.B.I.,
drop your weapons!

The dream begins
the same every time...

Where's Greg?

Oh, he called in sick.

I'm covering for him.

Just fix it, please.

Mr. Corrigan has
a conference call at 8:45.

Not a problem.

Greg, hey,
thanks for coming.

I'm Vincent.

Screen's locked up again.

I'm gonna need it
for a call in five minutes.

Can you get me back up?

Oh, yeah, for sure.

I just need
to get back there.

Hal? Listen, I gotta
let the I.T. guy

work on the computer
for a bit here.

Let me just duck
into another office.

Yeah, let me put you
on hold, hang on.

Just take two minutes,
two minutes...

Sorry.

Just turn it off
and on again, I guess, huh?

No, no, no, sir.

From the moment
I arrive in the 21st Century,

something's wrong.

According to
the historical record,

Anthony Corrigan, stockbroker,

was at his desk
on a conference call,

but instead, it's someone else.

We were wrong.

I try to send the message,

but the computer freezes.

I practiced a hundred times,
but everything's wrong.

I try to reboot the system,
but there's no time now.

The mission's a failure.

So why should I
sacrifice myself?

I decide I should at least
try to warn them.

Everyone listen!

I can't explain why,

but if you don't all
follow me right now,

you're going to die.

You have to leave now.

Greg...

what the hell
are you doing?

I run.

I don't even know
what floor I'm on,

only that I have to hurry.

At first, I hear the plane...

and then the expl*si*n.

And I don't remember
anything else

until I'm outside,
looking up.

All right, everybody, clear out.
Let's go.

We're going to need
that building evacuated.

Everyone around me is looking
at the destruction above,

while I discard
the last vestiges

of the man who was
supposed to die that day.

And then I hear
the second plane.

And then I wake up.

Dreams of 9/11
aren't uncommon, Vincent,

even for those who were
nowhere near ground zero.

I have the dream
because it happened.

My mission
was a proof of concept,

to send a confirmation

that I arrived safely
in the 21st Century,

then die,
so no one could trace me.

But...

I survived.

They won't forgive that.

So you're afraid

whomever you were
to send this message to

intends to punish you?

They're already here.

I've seen the changes
in history.

At least,
the histories that I remember.

And they'll be coming for me.

Walt!

Jesus, what took you so long?

You're lucky
they gave me permission

- to talk to you at all...
- I'm gonna say one thing,

and I need you to listen,

destroy that device

by whatever means possible.

I've never asked you to do
anything more important.

What, that thing in the barn?

You need
to do it now...

What is it?

What is your association
with those people in the barn?

They all raised a red flag
a few months back.

You said that they were
just a bunch of kids.

I ask because

two of those people
are in the hospital,

and a farmer is dead.

All right,
I'll talk.

A few weeks ago...

I received a top-secret
inter-departmental
communication

asking if I'd noticed
any changes in you.

I told a pair
of special agents

with very expensive sunglasses

that, yeah...

You know your friends are
giving you up as we speak.

Sir, can you please
be quiet so I can think?

...and your wife noticed, too.

Nothing that either one of us
could point to,

but enough to say

that something is up.

These people,
whoever they are,

if they have something on you,
if they're using you,

if they're making you
do things,

we can protect you!

Destroy the device.

That's all I got.

They're never
gonna do that, boss.

Philip, stay off the coms.

I'm not talking to you anymore.

Before I go...

they wanted me
to ask you about this.

Well, Walt,

that's a handkerchief.

They tell me
it's a communication device.

Really?

It's made from something
called graphine.

A technology we're working on
but we're not quite there yet.

They suspect
that it's powered

by the natural electricity
of the human body,

capable of broadcasting
an encrypted signal for miles.

This one came from
the high-school senior

that's in surgery right now.

How is she doing?

r*fle was sh*t from
point-blank range.

There's severe damage
to the spleen and...

Who are you?

Seriously,
no one told you?

I'm a specialist,

here to assist
from Grace hospital.

Call me Derek.

And suction?

Take care
of that blood.

The b*llet's causing
a lot of inflammation

between the T-12 and L-1.

I'm worried
about the lumbar nerves.

We can't get ahead

of this blood loss
anyway, so...

Okay.

Let's get it outta there.

I need to state
for the record

that you gave me permission

to look at your phone
and listen to your messages

without a lawyer present.

Well, I have
nothing to hide, so...

Wait, what are you doing?

I'm playing back
a saved message.

Yeah, that one,

that has nothing to do
with... with anything.

Sir, the message came
from a phone registered to you

that called this number

two seconds before a man
with no identification...

Who was allegedly holding
a g*n to your head...

Was fatally sh*t from
the apartment next door.

And you saved
this message because...

It's kind of a keeper.

Hey, David, it's me.

I guess it's my turn
to leave you a goofy message.

I just know
how stressed out you get

when you don't hear from me,

so I wanted you to know that
I might be away for a while,

maybe even relocated.

I just don't want you
wondering or worrying

if you don't hear from me.

You know, if it happens.

I don't even know for sure
if it will,

but if it does,..

Thank you
for being there for me

when I really needed someone.

In another time
or another life, right?

Goodbye, David.

See?

This is bullshit!

Jesus, he's having a bad day.

Are you kidding me?

Hey, Jeff,
keep your voice down.

I told you what happened.

The optics suck,
and you know it.

It's on the news,
you sh*t a 13-year-old kid.

That was about to sh**t Carly.

Who also m*rder*d her mother
and brother last night.

That kid?

Number 2 pencil
to the head,

both of them.

Girl was certifiable.

Now, get Carly's ass down here
to make a statement,

and you're just

the poor bastard
who had to stop her.

Okay, Carly's
not answering her cell.

We've been having trouble
at home.

In the meantime, buddy,
I'm sorry,

but I gotta
take your badge.

Forensic's already got
your g*n.

Oh, come on,

this is bullshit, man.

Let me just go down the hall
and talk to him.

Hey, no.

Not with booze
on your breath, okay?

Hey, if I was forced
to sh**t a kid,

I might have
a few drinks, too.

This is gonna
work itself out.

Just go home.

I can see

there's a fight
goin' on inside of you.

If you're worried about Kat...

She is completely in the dark
about this.

She called me earlier

to tell me
that you sent her away.

That your life was in danger
and so was hers.

Is that true?

It's what made me
put a team together

to come after you.

We were tracking your car,

and then it disappeared
like it went into a dead zone...

Yes, but...

she's all right?

If you don't talk,
you won't walk,

which means Kat
may never, ever find out

whether you are
dead or alive...

Destroy the device, Walt.

Please.

I'm begging you.

Look, I probably
shouldn't tell you this,

but I have also been told

that that device
is far beyond...

Thank you, Agent Forbes.

I'll take it from here.

Look, I need more time.

Seriously?

You're telling him
more than he's telling you.

But, hey,
thanks for trying.

Walt...

remember what I said.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,

"Destroy the device."

He heard you the first time.

We all did.

Yeah, it's not gonna happen.

Are you
feeling threatened, Vincent?

No, I have defenses in place.

Deuterium oxide
in the radiant heating system

acts as a fair
space/time attenuator.

It slows neutrons.

Don't worry,
it's not radioactive.

Uh...

Why wouldn't they just assume
that you d*ed on 9/11?

Why do you think that
they're still after you?

Because they've already
found me twice.

I found my way out of New York,

and took a train
to the Pacific Northwest.

I had the money
and the stock certificates

I'd taken from the safe,

but if I was going
to stay hidden,

I needed more.

Historically,

a man named Oliver Norton
became a tech millionaire

on his own,

and all I did was insert myself
into the process

as invisibly as possible,

and take my fair share.

I had convinced Oliver that
I had debilitating phobias,

difficulties dealing
with people,

privacy...

I needed a front man
for my company

that uses
proprietary computer software

to predict market trends.

Of course, I wouldn't let
anyone see it,

not even him.

As long as the predictions
were correct,

he didn't care.

In fact, he was so grateful,

he constantly
wanted to reward me.

And that's when Oliver
introduced me

to the woman
who became Taylor's mother.

Buddy!

Meet your new assistant.

Assistant?

Hi, Vincent,

it's a pleasure
to meet you...

No, no, I don't
need an assistant.

Oh, yeah.
You do.

I got a company
I gotta pretend to run.

No, sorry, I can't...

Trust me, all right?

I already told Irene

all about how you like
to do things.

No cell phones,
portable radios, webcams.

No life, no fun...

And I completely understand.

Me, I don't like crowds.

I-I'm not sure I'll have
anything for you to do.

High-maintenance people

always think that
they're low maintenance.

You need this, partner.

It wasn't
an assistant I needed,

it was human contact...

and Oliver must have known that.

You said
in our initial session

that your wife d*ed
of an aneurysm.

Yes.

That was the first time
I was discovered.

Dad?

You know I'm not
to be disturbed

when I'm in this room.

Sorry, but
Pepper wants out,

and Mr. Morraca
isn't around.

Well... all right,
take her out then.

I'll watch you from here.

Okay.

Hi.

Hello.

Come on, Pepper.

He looks like you.

Fortunately for him,

he looks like the host
who provided the chromosomes.

Not me.

David Mailer?

Yeah.

I'm your lawyer.

I don't have
a lawyer.

Philip Pearson said
you might want my help.

I don't know
Philip Pearson.

Friend of Marcy?

Marcy?
Oh, my God, yes.

Is she okay?

Are you...

what are you, like a...
FBI lawyer?

Wow. No. No.

Jeez, uh, he said
she said you were special,

but I didn't realize
you were "special".

Well, this...

Sorry, this is...

I-I'm not good at this.

This is so not my thing.

Well, David, fortunately
this is my thing,

and I am very good at this.

So...

We're probably
lookin' 10 years tops,

nine with good behavior.

What?

Nah, just screwin' with you.

Why would you...
Oh, my God.

This isn't how actual
law-enforcement officers

behave, MacLaren.

There's giant chunks of time
missing from your logs.

It's a miracle

we didn't catch on
to you people sooner.

"You people"?
What does that mean?

Agent Forbes says, compared
to just a few months ago,

you are like
a different person...

Jesus, take my blood,
take my fingerprints,

take whatever you need...

...who now spends half his time
with a high-school senior,

his counselor,

a single mom,

a heroin addict,

a farmer, and...

This one kills me...

A mentally-challenged woman
in the care of the state.

Philip Pearson is my C.I.
on a hacking case.

We suspected the device

had something do with
hijacking Internet...

Let's skip over the part
where you pretend

there's a legit scenario

where those people,

in a barn,

with whatever that device is,

makes any sense whatsoever.

Whoever you are

and whoever you work for,

we're on to you now.

I'm a single mom.

There's a lot
of folks like me.

This is going to sound weird,
and possibly insane,

but I'm just gonna
go ahead and say it.

I have a turtle at home,

and I had to leave in a hurry,

and there was
a lot of broken glass...

You think this is funny?

No.

I'm just a librarian,

that's all I am.

You're more than that.

Clamps...

She's fibrillating.

Charging,
one, two, three.

Clear... shock.

She's stabilizing.

There we go.

That's not me.

It's clearly you.

I have no memory of this.

Don't I get a phone call
or something?

Who do you
want to call?

My babysitter for one.

Jeffrey Jr. is in the hands
of Washington Family Services.

What?

Why?

No, he needs to be
with his mother!

God, how long are you
going to keep me here?

Sit back down,
please...

Permission to break
the hell out of here.

I want to see my baby!

Sit down!

I want to see him now!

All right, you call it.

I call what?

Uh... guys?

What are we doing?

Let me see it
one more time.

On three.

Two...

I...

One.

On the move.

Right behind you.

Do we know what we're doing?

Getting out of here.

Don't forget
Protocol 3.

Don't forget I was
ordered to k*ll you.

Right.

This isn't a good time.

Guys?

I think Philip's
this way.

I took his legs out.

He went down
pretty hard.

Marcy?

It's probably
just a concussion.

He'll live.

Okay, let's go,
let's go, let's go.

Come on.

Hey!

That looked like
it hurt.

Well, they didn't try
to k*ll anyone,

so you owe me a buck.

What's their progress?

Almost to the gym.

All right.

Let's see what they do.

Boss?

Jesus Christ...

That isn't the way out.

No. It isn't.

Mac, we gotta go.

Go ahead.

Didn't think so.

Okay,

we're here.

Now what?

We were wondering

if you'd really try
to destroy the device,

given the opportunity.

It seemed odd, considering
you built the thing.

Hey, but now
that you're here,

maybe you can
show us what it does.

Under
supervision,

obviously.

Sorry.

Not gonna happen.

Dr. Kravitz,

you have a visitor
in the main lobby.

Dr. Kravitz, you have a visitor
in the main lobby.

Mr. and Mrs. Holden?

Is Trevor okay?

He's out of surgery,
and we've stopped the bleeding.

What the hell
happened?

All I can tell you

is that your son was
involved in a sh**ting,

and that the b*llet we removed
in order to save his life

was lodged dangerously close
to his spinal cord.

There's still
a great deal of inflammation.

Can we see him?

Tomorrow
at the earliest.

So he's gonna be okay?

I'm confident
Trevor will survive this.

He's very strong.

But you should know
there's a possibility

he may not regain
the use of his legs.

How old was Taylor
when his mother d*ed?

A baby.

I'd spent the latter half
of my life before this one

being eaten away

by a disease
that doesn't exist yet.

I never imagined
the possibility of family.

A loving wife.

A child.

Irene was convinced
that I'd be angry

when she told me about the baby,

afraid I'd think
she'd trapped me.

But how could she know

that in the future
I'd left behind,

life was so precious...

And new life, so rare,

most precious of all.

Just as
she couldn't have known

that a stolen moment
while I slept,

a small token
of a perfect memory...

...would be the instrument
of her death.

An image of me,
taken on a cell phone,

time and place recorded,

and posted to a friend,

discovered and acted upon.

Vincent,
I think...

You see, we knew
it was possible

to send messages
directly to the 21st

through a host,

but we projected
a 40% chance

that an adult mind
might not be able to withstand

the shock of transfer.

That's the whole reason
I volunteered to go first!

No one would have to die
that wasn't going to die...

Okay, let's just stop...

Artificial Intelligence
isn't supposed to be capable

of taking a life
that isn't about to end.

The Director shouldn't have
risked it,

don't you understand?

No!

Not one part
of what you just said.

I apologize.

Vincent, I can't help you

if I don't understand
what you're saying.

Of course.

Hey, guys...

I just want to say,

whatever happens
from this point...

be proud of what
you accomplished.

I still think,
in the grand scheme of things,

we did good.

I know we did.

And I still have faith

the Director will find a way.

I believe that
with all my heart.

Just...

...maybe not with us.

You all know
what you have to do.

Boss, could you be
a little more specific?

Self-destruct.

Obviously.

What?

In three...

Two...

One.

Sorry, Wakefield,

you had that coming.

Com 3468...

disable.

Com 3465, disable.

Com 3569,

disable.

3326...

disable.

So long, you guys.

Well, that's my work day.

Text me if anything happens.

We've gone long past the time
I allotted for this visit.

I was wondering
if we could start fresh...

No, I...

No, I'd rather you stay
a little longer.

Vincent, these delusions...

Memories.

...Are a very complex product
of severe paranoia.

I can't...

I told you
they've found me twice.

"They."

The Director.

All right.

Tell me about the second time.

It was a year later.

The company had become
quite successful...

You're not gonna believe
how well that meeting went.

Meeting?

Yeah, with the venture capital
company, I told you.

I told you it was a bad idea.

They made an offer.

- Now, I didn't commit...
- No...

...because they want
your software, too, but...

No.

$87 million!

Say no again, I dare you.

Oliver, I told you
from the beginning.

I thought we were
supposed to be partners!

This is my software.

I've told you,

if we affect the market
in any tangible way,

it just doesn't work.

Yeah, okay, one, why is that?

And-and two, who cares?

If we sell the company
for 87 million?

I'm not taking "no"
for an answer.

You're going to hear them out.

Oliver, wait.
Wait!

There is
no predictive software.

It doesn't exist, it never has.

All the computers out there,
the software,

it's just for show,
it's a front.

Then... how have you...

I'm doing it.

No one could have guessed
large market trends

that accurately
and that often.

That's true, I'm not guessing.

I'm remembering.

What the hell
is that supposed to mean?

It means you can't sell
the company, Oliver, I'm sorry.

You can't use that in here...

Yeah, I'm breaking
the rules

because you're
out of your mind!

If I had stayed silent,
he might have lived,

but the FCC was investigating
the company,

and they had tapped his phone.

Voice recognition and GPS
allowed them to find me

the moment I spoke...

Oliver, please,
I told you.

Stop, please, I told you,
it's dangerous.

I said, stop!

Traveler 001,

you are outside
mission parameters.

Self-termination
required immediately.

First new message.

Walter, it's Kathryn again.

I'm at my mother's.

Please call me back.

Callahan,

any idea what's up?

Wakefield just sent me
a message to come here.

Yeah, most of us
all got the same message.

He does this.

Okay, here I am.

What's so important?

I was going to ask you
the same thing.

You just texted me.

I what?

Yeah, me too.

So your business partner
also d*ed of an aneurysm?

Yes.

And you became sole owner
of the company.

Yes.

You think I k*lled them.

I told you,
it was the Director.

You have nothing
to be afraid of, Dr. Perrow.

I feel so much better

having unpacked myself
of all that baggage.

I feel nothing but gratitude.

Great.

Well, if you don't mind,
I'll be, uh, heading home.

My daughter
will be wondering...

Of course,
I've kept you too long.

And your cell phone
and payment, in cash,

is ready outside.

And I'd like to schedule
another appointment, please.

Vincent...

you need medication.

I'm not helping.

Of course you are.

It doesn't even matter
that you don't believe me.

I get to talk
to someone

who affords me the privacy
of doctor-client privilege,

and you get paid
a great deal of money.

It really is the ultimate
21st-Century arrangement.

Grace?

Shh!

I had to sneak in here.

What are you doing?

I'm sharing

the medical nanites
I was given by D-13

so that you'll be able
to walk again.

I heard them talking.

Oh.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

It's going to quadruple
my recovery time,

but I suppose
you're worth it.

So there's no sweet
nanotech for me again?

The Director
left me out?

You've lived longer
than any human in history,

and you're complaining?

I'm starting
to take it personally.

Wait, don't medical nanites
need to be programmed

to do specific tasks?

Yes, and I am a...?

Programmer.

Oh, yeah.

I'm sorry,
I'm all drugged up.

I got sh*t.

I stepped in front of you,
remember?

Oh, wow, you did.

Thank you
for saving me, Grace...

Okay, now
shut up and heal.

I need to concentrate.

Walt, I-I thought...

I'm Traveler 4112.

I'm sorry,

I know he was
a friend.

How?

0014 built the Quantum Frame
with a fail-safe,

one that would level
this entire building

the moment Wakefield
and his team opened it up.

Which made all of you
host candidates.

I heard it happening.
How many?

25 of us in the gym,
including Wakefield.

What about the...

The Quantum Frame,

it's being dismantled
and scrapped.

So, that's it?

That's it.
It's over, Grant.

Mac.
You call me "Mac."

They shorten everything
for some reason.

Mac...

I'm gonna need your help
with a lotta things.

Welcome to the 21st.

Thank you.

Do you really think
it's ethical

to plant a b*mb,

and then take over the people
who would have d*ed

when that b*mb went off?

How is that not
circular reasoning?

No way the Director would
allow that level of technology

in the 21st.

The Director was the one
who had it ordered built

in the first place...

Hey...

a wise man
once told me,

take the win.

Hey.

They wouldn't
tell me much,

but I got a quick look
at the monitors

at the nursing station, and...

they're both going to recover.

Well, I'll take that win, too.

Come on, everybody,
I'll drop you home.

I think
I'm gonna stay.

He would.

I've decided
I'm not gonna k*ll you.

Oh.

Good.

I was gonna ask.

I mean,
there must have been

some kind of power struggle
back and forth

when all that
was goin' down.

Who knows where the order
came from, right?

Well, at least
it's settled now.

Still...

it must have been hard for you.

Thanks for the lift.

David...

It's the middle
of the night.

It won't come out.

I mean, you'd think
they'd properly clean up

something like this,
you know?

All those people here,

every one of them capable
of holding a mop.

But nah, they're just
gonna leave a...

a giant blood stain

and a business card

with the number
of a cleaning service.

I'm surprised they
took away the dead body.

I'm sorry that
you had to go through that.

He was a John Doe
by the way,

which I found
fascinating.

Yeah, not just no I.D.,

no record at all.

But you probably
already knew that.

Ray's a heck
of a nice guy.

Here, let me help...

Nah, I got it.
I'm trying, uh,

I'm trying baking soda.

You know, the good news is,

apparently, the Indian lady
that lives next door,

whose name I never knew,

told an Officer Boyd,

whose name I do remember
for some reason,

that the person
that came into her apartment

was a stocky bald man
with a thick Canadian accent.

Those Canadians, man,

you gotta watch out.

But I'm sure you knew
all about that, too.

David, here...

David, stop, stop...

Now all I have to do

is make myself available
for future questioning,

whatever that means.

That's good.

Oh, it's wonderful.

Can I do anything?

Can I make you
some tea?

Um...

You know, I've had
about 57 cups,

so I'm...
I'm a little wired.

What can I do?

This is nice.

Why don't you take
the bed tonight,

I'll take
the couch, okay?

You know,
I think I will tonight?

I'm really tired.

Okay.

So, how was work?