02x02 - Split Second

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Travis: Previously on Continuum...

I'm not sure that you've got what it takes.

I'm a really hard worker with some fresh ideas, I won't let you down.

Why all of this?

Leaving home so suddenly, giving up your work?

I have to make my own way for myself, it's not for you, or Roland or anyone.

I wanna protect my future.

Here are the new companies I want you to invest in.

I'm looking for situations that are win-win.

What can I do for you, Agent Gardiner?

Kiera Cameron.

Agent Cameron is with Section 6.

I saw you...

I saw you survive the expl*si*n and fireball and then vanish.

You can't do this, not to me!

If you can't be with the person you chose to...

(GRUNTS)

I spent the last couple of weeks in a prison hospital recovering.

Recovering from what?

Sonya.

(ELECTRONIC WHIRRING)

(WHIRRING)

(GRUNTS)

I think the term "fighting machine" has become something of a cliché in the development of the enhanced soldier, but what we've accomplished here is nothing short of extraordinary.

Very impressive.

I speak for the entire corporation, job well done.

However we've had to make our funding decision based on factors beyond performance metrics.

It's too damn expensive.

We're cutting our losses, the program's being terminated effective immediately.

What does that mean?

What happens to these soldiers?

Well, we can't leave anything operational once we've shut down, way too risky.

Terminate means terminate.

I've got two CPS officers in the lobby I just need to call them.

That won't be necessary.

I can take care of it.

Very good.

Everything okay, Doc?

How's the CMR adjustment?

Quite the upgrade.

Civilian version is already in the works.

I don't need any tech to tell me you're upset about something.

You would be right.

Well, maybe I can ease your mind over dinner later?

It's gonna be difficult for me.

I understand.

Well, maybe when the project's finished...

What I mean is I hope when...

I hope when the program is over, that we're not also.

(GASPS)

What's that?

(LOW GRUNT)

You okay?

Kiera: 2077.

My time, my city, my family.

When t*rrorists k*lled thousands of innocents, they were condemned to die.

They had other plans.

A time-travel device sent us all back 65 years.

I want to get home, but I can't be sure what I will return to if history is changed.

Their plan, to corrupt and control the present in order to win the future.

What they didn't plan on was me.

(CHIMES)

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

(INAUDIBLE)

You sh*t him, didn't you?

You sh*t Travis.

What if Garza sees this?

I would certainly appreciate your discretion.

You have it.

But now what?

She wants to bust Travis out.

Let me worry about that.

Alec...

(SIGHS) What?

Now's not the time, okay?

I'm gonna be late.

What are you doing here anyways?

I just wanted to see where you work, I was in the neighborhood.

. . Checking up on me.

Look, you don't have to worry about me, okay? I'm fine.

All right.

You don't have to do this.

What, the job?

Actually I do.

I mean, I'm broke and frankly, I need to look at all my options.

Well, good.

That's why I'm here... to talk about your options.

Go on.

I know you don't have all the answers you're looking for right now.

(SCOFFS) But if you don't follow the path of destiny that shapes the future as I know it, the world won't end up as it did in my time.

Is that necessarily a bad thing?

I wanna go home.

I wanna get back to my family and the only way I'm gonna be able to do that is if things stay on track.

Kiera, when you tried to stop that bombing, did you know that you were possibly throwing away a chance of getting home?

I didn't have a choice!

Yes, you did.

Choose to let hundreds of innocent people die?

Don't be so naive!

These decisions are going to keep coming up.

At a certain point you're gonna have to choose between protecting the future for your unborn family or protecting the future for yourself and those of us who are alive now.

(SIGHS) I gotta go okay, I'm gonna be late.

I'll call you later.

Sorry.

Lois, you wanted to see me?

Operations tells me you're still working the Mayor's assassination, I thought we were done with that.

Yeah, the police got their guy.

So what's left to talk about?

Kiera Cameron.

I know that you asked me to stay away...

She's vouched for.

Escher, remember?

The CEO of a corporation giving orders to our intelligence services?

That just doesn't add up.

My superior vouches for him, for all we know Piron is Section 6.

Cameron is a cipher.

This Section 6, a federal security branch, doesn't really seem to exist.

Yeah, it is a puzzle by any measure.

What's your gut telling you?

Cameron is connected to the Liber8 organization somehow, I'm sure of it.

She may be the key to stopping them before the next att*ck.

You're not gonna let this go, are you?

No.

(SIGHS)

Okay, I'll make some arrangements, put you in the crosshairs.

Liber8, Section 6, the bombing, assassination...

Kiera Cameron.

You keep it under wraps for now, no paper trail.

Of course.

Thank you.

And, Gardiner...

Don't embarrass me or this office.

Sonya seems to be taking her sweet time.

With what?

Busting Travis out.

I'm with you.

I just don't think she's telling us everything.

Look, we both know that Sonya would never let anything happen to Travis.

She's just following Kagame's orders.

You know what?

Kagame's dead!

Yes. Kagame is dead, but he lives on in us.

And if he were here, he'd say, "Leave no comrade behind."

He would, but he'd also say, "Think before you act."

So when do we stop thinking and start acting?

I've already initiated a plan.

You won't need to lift a finger.

(MEN TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

Look, I know who you are, I'm not interested, okay.

You know who I am?

The whole world knows who you are.

A t*rror1st?

That's gonna change.

The truth about what was going on in that building you and Kagame brought down, it's already filtering out.

The truth?

Some are calling you a hero for k*lling those bastards.

I didn't k*ll anybody.

The White Guard, Bulgakov.

Ukrainian nationalists dying for their beloved Kiev.

Sound familiar?

It's just a book.

Okay?

We could protect you.

I already have protection.

Your movement is growing, my soldiers there are prepared to offer guardianship until the day we can all leave here together to face the same enemy.

We can mobilize hundreds more behind you, it could get pretty messy in here, Mr. Randol.

Yeah, I think you're right about that.

(GRUNTS)

Stay away.

Julian: That wasn't necessary.

Just because you got your own little fan club in here doesn't mean you're safe.

Stay close to me until I get us out of here.

When's that gonna be?

Soon.

I've already made contact.

Yeah, it better be soon.

I go on trial in a few weeks, I think we know how that'll turn out.

Well, there won't be any trial.

You have a destiny to fulfill.

My destiny is dead.

They'll have to find another way.

No.

This is how it's supposed to play out.

Was I not clear?

Time you went to school, boy.

(INMATES SHOUTING)

(BOTH GRUNT)

(ALARM BLARING)

(ALARM CONTINUES BLARING)

Hey, coach, you want to see us?

Thanks, guys.

Our friend Travis Verta k*lled six members of the Aryan Nation in prison today.

Worse things could happen.

I don't disagree but it's still a problem.

Warden wants him transferred out immediately before a full-scale riot erupts.

It's probably a good idea. The further we keep Travis and Julian Randol from each other, the better.

We still need to take every precaution during the transfer.

Travis is unpredictable and far more dangerous than you realize.

Are you offering your services, Agent Cameron?

I am.

Gardiner: Well, I expected as much.

Dillon: Ah. Excellent timing.

Agent Gardiner has been reassigned to the Liber8 task-force as our official liaison.

Regardless of the hiccups that our joint operations have experienced as of late, we're ready to provide any support that we can.

Well, thank you for that.

I'm sure all of us can agree that we could always use another ally in the w*r against terrorism.

Now, Travis Verta is a high value member so I expect Liber8 to make a move of some kind.

Now with all due respect, I'm not sure that agent Cameron's considered all the variables in this case.

I don't know, maybe she has and she's counting on them.

I'd be surprised if you could find someone who understands them better, Agent Gardiner, and I have a plan that will keep any of your concerns at a minimum.

You stay out of my way and we all get what we want.

I look forward to that.

Excuse me...

No love lost, huh?

That guy needs a serious attitude adjustment.

Easy, that is a shortcut to an early retirement.

He's gonna be looking for anything to call you out on.

Oh, I'm sure of it.

You're setting yourself up for trouble if it goes sideways.

I know.

Hey, how about we hear about this plan?

It's, uh... It's gonna play out something like this.

(COMPUTER CHIMES) Sadler, do you have any idea why all of the network passwords aren't working?

Oh, yeah, sorry. I forgot to tell you about that.

Um, I had to flash the router with an open WRT in order to put up a new firewall.

Why did you do that?

Well, um, actually you'll be happy to know that I recalibrated the network so that 46 percent of the customers can now use the automated checkout system.

That'll save on labor costs by 15 percent and decrease customer wait times by a minute and 30 seconds on average.

Is that right?

Yeah.

And you don't have to do sales reports anymore, it's all automated now.

No sales reports?

Nope, poof, gone!

Straight to head office.

In fact, the efficiency of the system as a whole has nearly tripled, it's 256 percent to be exact.

Okay... Sadler, here's what's gonna happen.

First, you're gonna get me a coffee.

Then you're gonna undo all this mumbo jumbo, none of this was even approved by head office.

This'll save the company money...

Look, I know what it's like to be young and ambitious and think I have the answers to everything, but you can't go messing with the system just because you think you have a better way of doing things.

But I'm telling you...

No, look, I'm telling you to reset the network to the way that it was and do the job that I hired you to do.

I can un-hire you just as easily.

Oh, and that coffee?

Make it black.

Incredible.

What do you want?

You know who I am?

Right. Well, believe it or not I know a little bit about who you are as well.

Maybe even more than you know about yourself.

Look, if Kiera sent you here to talk me into whatever...

Kiera didn't send me.

You know I had a job like this once, way back...

Or is that way forward?

Mopping floors and cleaning toilets.

Good, honest work my father called it.

I hated that job but I guess it did teach me something.

And what's that?

Well, first off, money and power doesn't mean your sh*t doesn't stink.

More importantly, the only thing separating me and the future I wanted was will.

I had the talent and the ambition, all I needed was a chance.

The problem is, of course, you're rarely given that chance, more often than not you've gotta take it.

So one day, on my knees cleaning up where some idiot had missed with his piss, I did.

And what did you do?

I quit.

I scratched and clawed and willed myself into my own business.

I put all that hard work into Kellog Incorporated.

And here you are today...

You've come a long way.

That's one way to put it.

Look, what does any of this have to do with me?

Oh, I don't know...

Let's just say that both of our futures rely on your own will.

All you have to do is look down and realize that you're on your knees too.

The only difference is you're a genius.

Anyway...

Listen, I'm, uh...

I'm looking to set up a new venture, cutting edge stuff.

Also looking for talented visionaries to do visionary work.

You know, mold the future, all that jazz.

Hey, money is no object.

Uh... Are you being taken care of, sir?

Why, yes, thank you.

Alec here is taking very good care of me, he knows his stuff!

Kellog: You know something, I'd be careful if I were you.

'Cause someone might just, uh, just come along and poach him away.

Wonderful.

Uh...

Have a good day, sir.

Um, Alec, when you're done with this customer, can you drop by my office?

My printer's jammed.

Printer jams, how novel.

You know, there's no paper in the future?

Or should I say "no future in paper."

Drop by for a chat once you've made up your mind.

Incredible.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Um, I just got word from our prison connection.

They're dead, all of them.

It's not a problem. How can you even say that?

If Garza finds out who's behind this...

Listen...

Do you honestly think any of those Neanderthals ever stood a chance against Travis?

You planned this?

k*lling Travis would be a nice solution, but we don't need him dead so much as we need him out of the way and as far away from Theseus as possible.

I should've known you were behind this circus.

I'll take that as a compliment.

You would.

Listen, Travis.

I'll cut you a deal.

You tell me where I can find Sonya and the others, and I'll put you out of your misery quickly, save you the trouble of the long incarceration.

And miss all the fun?

Carlos: It seems like you two are getting along.

Seeing her makes me homesick.

Your new home's a four by four cell, Travis.

No fear, this one.

Tell me something I don't know.

Why don't you take shotgun, I'll sit back here with Mr. Happy.

Carlos: You look good in orange.

Hey, Simon.

Think about behaving yourself, so I don't have to come over there, keep you in line, huh?

Please do. carlos: Oh, that can be arranged.

Ready?

So, let's get this show on the road.

(ENGINE STARTS)

Convoy's pulling out.

Dillon: Nothing like a nice drive through the countryside.

The day is young.

I guess being a pessimist is part of your job description, huh?

Well, I'm rarely disappointed so that's a bonus.

It's not too late for you, Protector.

Join the fight, make this world a better place.

Kiera: What do you think I'm doing?

Travis: I think you're fighting for the wrong side, you just don't know it yet.

Doesn't it ever bother you?

Oh, yeah, it's starting to bother me now.

I'm talking about the inequality in the system.

Bankers and corporate CEOs raking in fortunes while the rest of us fight just to survive and take care of the ones we love.

I guess I'm just used to it.

That's your problem right there.

You're the reason these thieves get away with it.

They need your complacency, your unwillingness to fight, to challenge the rules, to tear down walls...

Blow up a building?

If that's what it takes to prevent us from becoming slaves, yes.

It's like I said, no strings attached.

You're the brains, I'm the money.

The lab?

Yours to run, hire some help if you like.

I won't need any help.

Even better.

Kiera will probably appreciate the privacy.

Look, this has nothing to do with her.

Okay.

Understood.

Look, I've seen what you can do alone so I really don't think we'll have much of a problem.

Please...

Can I offer you a coffee, tea, soda, beer?

Soda, please.

You seem pretty sure this is a sound investment.

Yeah, an investment when you know the payoff is not a risk, it's a sure thing.

There are no sure things.

Well, then I'm happy with getting as close as I can.

Where are we?

It's all routine.

Travis: They'll come for me.

You know how all this plays out, Cameron.

She hasn't told you, has she?

(CHUCKLES)

How does she do it?

It must suck to be you, always two steps behind her, almost like she can see things before they happen.

Hey, can I ask you something that might sound a little bit weird?

I'm a time traveler, kid.

Weird is my specialty.

What am I like in 2077, like old me...

What's my deal?

Straight to the point, I like that.

What did Kiera tell you?

Nothing.

Here's the deal, kid.

In 2077, you are in today's terms... Zuckerberg, Jobs, Buffett and Gates... all rolled into one.

Rich... No, no, no.

. . Beyond rich.

Epic wealth.

No, you don't understand, what am I like as a person?

Uh... As a person?

Who gives a sh*t!

You're loaded, powerful, like a... Like a king.

I just really need to know, am I a good person or am I a bad person?

Well, it's not like we hung out, you know.

Okay... I guess it depends on your point of view.

Personally, I admire someone who could work the system, influence the masses, execute a vision.

It's not for everyone but...

Where are you going with this?

What if you're here for a reason?

What if you coming back in time wasn't an accident?

You're talking about fate.

No, I'm talking about design.

I'm talking about me.

Yeah, I put some of the pieces together.

That we were sent back by you.

So why did I send you back here to help me?

Well, that's obvious, to... To change the future.

Your destiny is not to become SadTech CEO, Alec Sadler, it's bigger.

How do I know I can trust you?

Well, I have been accused of many things...

You know what, I'd better get back to work.

Hey, kid...

Alec...

Travis: Here's some free advice, Detective.

Cash in that shitty pension, turn in that badge, buy that motorcycle you've always dreamed about and a shitload of g*ns.

You're gonna wanna be prepared for the changes that are coming.

(KIERA SCOFFS)

They really did a number on you in prison, we should be taking you to the Psych ward!

Yeah, I guess that's where time travelers would fit in best, huh?

Time travelers?

Time travelers, we're all time travelers.

(CHUCKLES) Brother, you have no idea who the delusional one in this relationship is.

I can tell you it's not me and it's definitely not her, so you do the math.

I don't know why you don't just tell him.

We've already changed the future.

You're never going back to what you left behind, Cameron.

Why don't you just tell him?

Or maybe you just don't care about him enough...

Tell him, Cameron!

Tell him, Cameron!

Come on...

(CHUCKLES)

My God.

Man: What happened?

Here we go.

(GRUNTS) It's an ambush!

We're under att*ck!

(MAN SHOUTING)

Man 1: Move! Move! Move!

Convoy's been hit, engaging hostiles, returning fire.

Two officers down.

Man 2: Move! Move! Move!

(MEN SHOUTING)

Move it!

Go! Go! Go!

Man 3: Right side! Right side!

Man 4: Come around!

Man 1: With me!

He's down!

Man 1: Circle 'round! Circle 'round!

Man 2: Hold up! Hold up!

It's a diversion!

Man 3: Hold your fire.

It's a diversion, we've been set up!

Warn the second team!

The signal's down, I'm trying to reestablish.

Just forget that, warn Carlos.

Carlos, come in.

I guess no news is good news, that decoy must've worked.

Decoy?

Radio Betty, get an update.

Hey, Betty, this is Carlos, you read me?

Anything?

Betty: Nothing.

Carlos?

(GRUNTS)

(TRAVIS CHUCKLES)

Carlos: Grab the wheel!

Travis: What did I tell you?

Travis: Decoy, huh?

I think you'd better fasten your seatbelts.

Travis: You're in for one hell of a ride!

(CHUCKLES)

Simon? Simon?

Carlos: Is he okay?

Travis: Let's see you get out of this one, Protector!

Kiera: Hang on, Carlos!

(GRUNTS)

Here we go, stay with them.

They want us off the road!

Son of a bitch!

Dillon, Dillon! We're under att*ck, we need backup!

Carlos: Where are they?

Kiera: Dillon!

Carlos: Where are they?

Kiera: Damn it!

Carlos: What the hell is going on?

Hold on!

(GRUNTS)

Kiera: Hang on! CARLOS: Kiera, you okay?

Kiera!

Carlos, what's going on back there?

(YELLING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(CHOKING)

(YELLS)

(GROANING)

What the hell?

Nice try!

Oh, sh*t! Oh, sh*t! (STRAINING)

Oh, God!

(TRAIN SIGNAL BELL RINGING)

Hang on back there!

(TRAIN HORN BLARES)

(GRUNTS)

Okay, we bought ourselves a little time!

(YELLS)

Kiera: Carlos?

(YELLS)

Kiera: Carlos!

Carlos!

Carlos, you all right?

Yeah, I got it covered!

Go to sleep.

Nighty night.

(CARLOS PANTING)

What about now?

Yeah, it's handled.

Nicely done.

What do we do now?

I'll get on the radio, see if I can find out what's going on.

Good plan.

Betty! It's Carlos, you there?

Inspector!

Yeah.

Carlos radioed in, they were ambushed.

One dead guard, they're driving blind on country roads, waiting for backup.

Okay, well, let's get them some.

Redirect the decoy convoy to their last known position, and send in air support to cover the area.

How the hell did Liber8 get wind of this?

You think we have someone inside feeding intel to Liber8?

Well, I wouldn't rule it out.

Where's that backup?

It should be here any minute now.

How did they know where we were, Carlos?

There's only one reasonable answer to that question...

A mole inside the VPD.

Either way, we can't risk calling in for backup again.

Looks like the air support finally arrived.

Who the hell are these guys?

What are they doing?

Oh, sh*t...

Hold on!

Carlos: Get out of here, go!

God damn it, Carlos!

We're sitting ducks!

GPS puts them in this area, our units are 10 minutes away.

Don't you say a word.

I don't really need to, do I?

You and I know there's only two versions of this that make any sense, so you need to decide.

Do you have a problem inside this department, or do you need to take a closer look at Kiera Cameron?

She might not make it out of this alive.

From what I've seen, making it out alive is her specialty.

Any sign of them, are they gone? (STAMMERS)

I don't know where they are, I can't see them.

(MAN CHATTERING ON RADIO)

We need cover!

(TIRE SCREECHES)

Carlos: Right there!

That tunnel, go!

Hold on!

sh*t!

Carlos: Get out of here, go!

Carlos: Go!

Kiera: Hold on!

There we go!

(PANTING) Our friends are back.

What do we do now?

I have no idea.

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, God...

Carlos: Kiera!

(STATIC)

(GASPS)

That clearly wasn't meant for us.

Get me out of here!

Get me out of here!

Right there, there it is!

Come on!

That was no accident!

These two are fighting over us?

Two factions, Travis is the prize.

You ready? Now!

(g*n CLICKS)

Carlos: I'm out!

If we stay here, we're dead!

What are our options?

We're gonna make a run for it.

We're gonna be ripped to shreds!

(BEEPING)

Stay as close to me as you can.

What are you, crazy? Now!

Kiera: Are you okay?

Yeah, I don't know how, but, yeah.

(GROANS)

(SIGHS)

Nice work, Inspector.

sh*t.

(POLICE SIREN WAILING)

Problems?

Uh...

You could say that.

I've lost contact with our team.

What are you talking about?

The last transmission said they were engaged, then a helicopter showed up.

Can you play it back for me?

Where's Garza?

Oh, no.

The g*ns...

She took Travis' serum too.

(EXHALES)

This one has the latest intel processor and a terabyte of hard drive storage.

Uh, I was told I need to get a lot of RAMs.

Yes, this one has 8 gigabytes of RAM.

Dad, Dad!

What's bigger, a gigabyte or a terabyte?

Boy: Dad, Dad! Uh, a terabyte is 1,000 gigabytes.

Okay, I want a terabyte of RAMs.

You can't have a terabyte of...

See, the way a computer's memory works is that...

You gonna get that?

You know, this is, uh...

This is where things start to get a little murky for me, Agent Cameron.

You and Fonnegra, apparently out of amm*nit*on at this point, are able to escape the focused crossfire.

Obviously.

And yet you couldn't make out any identifying features of either group, nothing.

Carlos: She already told you, the first group had all the signs of Liber8.

They were bold but reckless.

The second group...

It was like a m*llitary strike, they were precise.

What matters here is that both groups were apparently going for the same thing.

You know what astounds me, Inspector Dillon?

Is that these two were put in charge in the first place, especially considering that we're not even sure where Agent Cameron's alliances really lie.

Hey...

That is enough.

You know, Gardiner, I really don't care who gave you the authority to be a part of this operation, what I will not...

Inspector...

What I will not stand for is you questioning the loyalty of my officers!

Regardless of what happened out there today, the buck stops with me.

I didn't see the thr*at.

Is that right?

Dillon: It was the right call.

Now I will file the report and I will take the heat for it.

Yeah, I expect that you will.

We're done.

Putting Travis Verta into an unprotected decoy vehicle is pretty cunning, I'll give you that.

Go to hell.

Cameron...

We both know that you're not what you seem and I got a pretty good feeling those answers are gonna reveal themselves as long as someone is watching.

I have work to do.

Oh. Springing Travis wasn't enough?

(PHONE BUZZES)

It's Garza.

Yes?

Travis: Sonya, you were right.

You don't have much time.

Keep moving.

What's that?

(GASPS)

(GASPS)

You okay?

What was in that syringe?

Something to keep you moving.

(GROANS)

We don't have much time.

Come on!

We can't assume anything's normal if there's a spy in the department. (SIGHS)

Yeah, I know.

We need to add another layer of secrecy.

That's gonna get weird.

Going to get weird?

You mean, weirder than time travel stories?

Yeah, that was pretty out there.

Yeah.

You know, what's strange was how Travis decided he wanted to lump you into his crazy delusions.

Crazy is crazy.

Yeah.

Since you're in the mood for out there ideas, here's one I'd like to run by you.

sh**t.

Our department spy, the mole, knows just enough to screw us over, make us look bad and undermine our goals...

(SIGHS) like they want us out of the way.

I'm listening.

What if it's Gardiner?

(SCOFFS)

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

A toast!

A toast to fear...

Fear infects the minds of our opponents.

Fear slows them down and opens the door to self-doubt and inaction.

You see without their fear, our bravery would be meaningless.

You can't fear failure because in doing so, you are inviting failure.

I think it was T.S. Eliot who said, "Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go."

Let's do this.

(CHUCKLES)