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It could
correct your condition.
What about all my memories
of the 21st?
Obviously,
none of that.
I loved you so much.
They're his memories, not your.
If something doesn't work out
the way you want it to,
why don't you just go back
and try again?
We can only go as far back
as the arrival point
of the most recent Traveler.
There's no do-overs.
Messengers count.
Messengers cause
the same ripples in space-time
as Travelers.
She won't be me.
She won't remember...
the most important part
of who I am now.
I'll meet you outside Ops.
Copy that.
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?
Oh...
Wow. They're beautiful.
Thank you.
Mom.
Mom remembered.
"Happy...
"anniversary...
Grant."
No service?
Not one bar.
Should've called when
we stopped at that gas station.
Told you.
Yeah, then
we got lost.
How long
till impact?
23 minutes,
6 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.
Ah, 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 Behavior."
Ah. Well, I'll buy her
flowers, then.
What anniversary is it?
- 10 years.
- Yikes.
Whoa.
Ah, you're screwing
with me now.
No, 10's a big one.
Even I know that.
Okay, well,
help me out.
What's an appropriate
gift for 10 years?
Tin.
- Yeah, 10.
- 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 10 years,
but you're not
gonna like it.
Diamonds.
Now I know
you're making this up.
Technically,
diamond jewelry.
Yes.
- Seriously?
- You might've gotten away...
...With flowers,
if you'd called.
"Get away with flowers
if you called."
Where does it come down?
600 meters
to our south-southwest,
in seven minutes,
eight seconds.
There-ish.
It's amazing
this becomes a dry lakebed
in 50 years.
Do we need to worry
about a wave?
Nah.
Probably a splash,
but it's not too big.
Just extremely
rare and important
to the future.
More rare than that other
mineral... what was it?
Diamond?
That's the one.
All right, all right.
Let's get
the recovery gear ready
and make sure
everything's working.
The Director gave us
an important mission.
Let's get it right.
No!
No!
Ah!
You've reached
Special Agent Grant MacLaren.
Please leave a message.
Wakefield.
This is
an emergency communication,
Protocol Alpha.
Protocol Alpha?
Who is this?
This is
Traveler 5001.
We have less than 60 seconds
before signal loss.
I'm listening.
I need
armed air assets
to the following coordinates
A.S.A.P....
49.3506 degrees north,
122.8599 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 17 minutes?
Negative.
Best case is... is 25 to 30.
What about
assets on the ground?
25 minutes
is our closest anything.
You're talking
the middle of nowhere.
I do have agents on the ground
within roughly...
Hello?
Give me
your keys!
Heh. Right.
How 'bout we just wait
till your little brother
touches down?
It's an emergency!
Give me the keys.
They're in the ignition.
Wait. What emergency?
Carrie, what's wrong?
Just tell me what's going on!
I'll drive you myself!
Carrie!
Carrie!
Wayne!
Your sister just took my car!
You've reached Special Agent
Grant MacLaren.
Please leave a...
No service?
Not one bar.
Should've called
when we stopped
at that gas station.
I told you.
Yeah,
then we got lost.
How long till
meteor impact?
22 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 g*n.
Um... am I on private property
right now?
I'm so lost.
You... You want me
to go back?
Okay, 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?
Okay.
Jesus.
Callahan!
What is it?
Where did
the Fraser meteor come down?
A dry lakebed
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 the Faction members
it could get eyes on.
There could be hundreds
still out there,
or worse,
it's somebody else.
Hey! What the hell?
You all right?
Amazing to me
this becomes a dry lakebed
in 50 years.
Do we need to worry
about a wave?
Nah.
Probably a splash.
Nothing too big.
Just extremely rare
and important to the future.
Even more rare
than that other mineral...
What is it again?
You mean diamond?
That's it.
All right, 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.
Get back from the water!
Carrie!
Carrie, what's wrong?
Buddy, open your chute...
Wayne! Open your chute!
God.
Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no, no!
No, no!
Wayne? Wayne!
Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh...
Carrie!
What're you doing?
Carrie!
Carrie, what's wrong?
Well, then, help me out.
What's an appropriate gift
for 10 years?
- Tin.
- Yeah, 10.
No, tin.
Like soup tin?
As in
the metallic element.
That's
the traditional gift.
I'm supposed to give her
something made from tin?
You cut that 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 Kn*fe in the pickup.
What?
Carrie!
Carrie!
Hey. This place is where?
I'm lost.
Can you help me?
O-Okay. Fine, but...
this place is where?
I need to know.
Might've gotten away
with flowers if you'd called.
Yeah, we established
I made a mistake.
Now you got to get her
a diamond-something.
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.
"Doghouse."
Were you
trained at all
in 21st-century
male behavior?
I think
he's nailing it.
Historically,
diamonds have always been
a rare and precious gift.
Oh, shut up.
Solve your own
problems then.
Yeah, but 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.
Hey! What the hell?
assh*le.
You've reached
Special Agent Grant MacLaren.
Please leave a message.
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.
Okay, 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.
Bye.
MacLaren!
You're in danger!
MacLaren!
All right, well,
let's get
the recovery gear ready,
make sure everything's working.
The Director
gave us an important mission.
Let's not screw it up.
MacLaren!
Did you hear that?
What?
Your team
is in danger!
MacLaren!
Run!
Carrie?
Get off the beach!
What're you doing here?
Traveler 500...
Oh, God!
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, no, 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.
Okay, whatever.
Just... Just don't move, okay?
Your brother's in trouble.
He's gonna
break his neck.
What happened?
Did you crash into each other?
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.
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...
Carrie?
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.
You shut up too.
Are you sure
this is it?
This is the place.
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.
Car keys!
Give me the keys!
Oh, my God.
Wayne, she's dead.
Give me the keys!
You've reached
Special Agent Grant MacLaren.
Please leave a message.
Hello, Special Agent
Grant MacLaren.
This is your
apparently-not-so-special
wife of 10 years,
as of today.
10 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 jewelry 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.
026, copy.
See you then.
Piece of sh*t.
Got a sec?
Yeah.
Is everything
all right?
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 was 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...
I just can't help but feel
that I'm not really...
What?
Whole.
That, when Grace
sent my consciousness
to the future,
repackaged it,
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 can give you a hint.
After that plane crash
that should've k*lled 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?
600 meters
to our south-southwest.
k*ller day, huh?
Yeah.
Yeah. It's... k*ller.
What's 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's...
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.
Okay.
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? sh*t!
You might wanna
give her a call.
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.
Whoa! Turn it up!
This is my favorite part!
No, you'll just
sing louder.
Don't roll your eyes at me!
Well, 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.
- Okay.
- There's lots of time.
Thank you.
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.
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.
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 can give you a hint.
After the plane crash
that should've k*lled 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.
MacLaren!
Did you hear that?
Ohh!
MacLaren!
Identify yourself.
Traveler 5008.
I'm on a Protocol
Alpha mission...
We know,
it's all over.
Marcy, all clear!
No, 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.
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...
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.
02x07 - 17 Minutes
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