Travelers

: Previously, on Travelers...

- FBI. - Ted Bishop.

: Flight 329 to Washington goes down

at 2:53 P.M.

You're not the E.M.T. team I was expecting.

Traveler 3569, welcome to the 21st.

You seen my eyedrops?

What's going on, Man?

Give me back my drops.

Here. It's a good thing

these are helping with your addiction, huh?

- I know. - What?

That you're pregnant.

I'm just trying to find the missing pieces.

Maybe someone is best defined

by how they affect the people around them.

"Helix"?

"Sandstorm."

Prove it.

_

Did you bring it?

Did you bring it?

Keep it cool and dry.

We shouldn't contact each other

on the forums anymore.

Kill the trail here.

He's taken care of.

- Copy. - Thanks.

: Do you know how to handle that?

It's safe to walk around with, right?

It's stable. Wouldn't call it safe.

What does that mean?

That means

don't drop it, don't shake it,

don't expose it to heat, don't get it wet.

I know what I'm doing, asshole.

- : She's pleasant. - : I can tell.

Reminds me of your girlfriend.

This is what I asked you

to build, right?

I did a lot of research.

To your exact specifications.

Then we're good.

Long as you don't take it through a metal detector.

: Trevor, don't scare her away.

Why do you care?

Because I made it.

You do something stupid

and blow yourself up

trying to get through security...

: Easy!

...It might come back on me.

You don't have to worry about that.

I should go after her.

Don't do it.

Marcy's right.

We don't want to push her too hard.

Hey, I'm not trying to push her at all,

but that's the mission that the Director assigned us.

: We'll just have to try again.

Agent MacLaren.

Congressman Bishop.

We meet again.

You met my host.

We never actually met because you improvised.

Almost got yourself killed in the process,

and left me stranded, waiting for another team.

Gee, I'm sorry for the inconvenience.

There was an extenuating circumstance.

Always is, with you.

I'm amazed you're assigned any missions at all,

let alone this one.

This one?

Well, I'm assuming

it's not just to drive you around.

Your mission

is to perform an assassination.

Of who?

Me.

Hi, Chloe.

It's your boyfriend!

Babysitting my little sister today.

Do you want to play Space Kebab?

He's not your boyfriend, he's mine.

You can play, though, if you don't tell Mom.

Want to play something else?

I can't stay,

I just came for some drops.

You're burning through 'em fast.

We are.

That's fair.

Maybe we can play a little.

Hi, this is David. Leave a mess...

: It's open!

Hey!

Hey, hey. Let... Leave that.

I'm no stranger to moving furniture.

Yeah, I know,

but you shouldn't be overdoing it.

Part of my deal with Nicole

is to redecorate this place while she's gone...

which... looks like it could be a while, by the way.

She's loving it in London, so yay.

You really like it here, huh, in this space?

Are you kidding?

It's the kind of place I fantasized about living in,

until I met you.

You don't think I'd go for something like this?

No.

Huh.

There's a unit for sale in this building.

Let's put in an offer.

I'm serious!

But you love our old house.

It's a house.

Without you living there, it's an empty house.

I say we downsize.

With the baby coming, I need more space, not less.

- Oh. - What?

Oh, come here.

Can you feel that?

I can't believe we're doing this.

What?

You said "we".

I got all excited.

I'm not ready for you to move in, Grant.

Well, a house doesn't get sold in a day.

And we're leaving the other one behind

either way, right?

I'm just...

thinking about the future.

Maybe I should've gone after her.

She comes to this cafe

almost every day, just after 10:00.

Okay, she's coming down Bellwood.

She's close.

She's stopped just outside.

Copy.

What are you doing here?

Huh?

Are you following me?

How?

I've been here for two hours.

Are you following me?

No. But that's my spot.

I was here first.

Sit there.

Whatever. Whatever.

Can I help you... "SandStorm"?

Sounds so stupid when you say it out loud.

Yeah, it does.

I'm Trevor.

Abby.

Galston Agriculture fan?

Mm-mm. Not a fan. Definitely.

Why?

They stomp out the competition,

they stall unions, file nuisance claims,

fund anti-environmental lobbyists.

Other than that,

they're model corporate citizens.

Okay, it's way worse than that.

Look at the bottom.

"Seed C589,

"scheduled for limited release and production.

Patent pending."

That's all it says.

It's an experimental crop that's able

to extract more nutrients from the soil

in order to yield a larger harvest,

by 20% to 30%.

And what's wrong with that?

It's never been tested in the field.

They don't know the limits

of how many nutrients C589 will pull from the soil.

It's not about sustainability, it's about profit,

and for the sake of a few years of record harvests,

this crop could decimate

all the farmland that it grows in.

A famine isn't just some biblical event.

No, I know. It happens.

They already have a prototype strain ready to go.

When?

This week.

Well, it would have to pass FDA regulations.

Not if Bill 939 gets passed,

which allows corporations bypass the regulatory process

for standard testing.

They want to get it to market ahead of their competition.

How do you know all of this?

Not here.

Jeff?

Anyone home?

I was pretty excited when I got the internship.