Travelers

Joanne...

Listen to me carefully.

- Who are you? - Explain who did this.

You killed my husband.

Hey, slow down a little.

You can scream at the top of your lungs, they're not gonna wake up for hours.

Yeah, but Carly's baby might.

The kid just settled down. He's been traumatized enough.

It'll work out, boss.

Sure it will.

Maybe we should go over our story one more time.

Not for my sake, obviously.

Vincent?

Vincent, where are you?

I'm right here, Simon. Can you hear me?

- You're in my head. - In a way.

I've given you a comm.

Now close your eyes. That's the most important rule.

Good. Make sure they stay closed.

I've sent people for you.

You said you were gonna fix me.

And that's just what we're going to do.

Then why are you taking me away?

The Director is testing you.

The device works now!

I did what you said! Multiple uses, multiple transfers!

And it's going to be put to good use, I promise.

You've done well.

I'm cold.

I know. This won't take much longer.

I don't like this place. I wanna go home.

This is the test. Remember the rule.

Eyes closed.

You've been very helpful to me, Simon, and I will always be grateful.

- Are you ready? - No! I wanna go home!

- Be strong, now. - You said you would fix me!

I am fixing you.

You promised me!

Your host had been so loyal, I just couldn't bring myself to kill him.

But I knew the Director would have no such compunction.

Welcome to the 21st.

There he is!

Oh, Jesus, keep it down a bit, man.

- How did I get here? - I took your keys.

Made you crash.

You were "celebrating."

Well, I must've had a good time, Phil, 'cause...

I don't remember how I got here or what we were celebrating.

You were in trouble with a loan shark, uh, named Varghese.

Oh, right.

I got picked up by a couple of his boys.

I don't remember what happened after that.

Well, they gave you 24 hours to come up with the money.

You came to me, asked me to place some bets,

we came here to watch them come in and hilarity ensued.

- You really don't remember? - No.

I maybe forgot to tell you I probably shouldn't drink.

Oh, we established that.

But, my hungover friend,

you're out of the hole with a little extra.

Oh, I owe Varghese more than this.

Well, he's been paid. That's... That's the extra.

Fuck off.

Man, I love you. Oh, come here.

Ray, that's, uh... what friends are for.

Agent Yates.

Please, take a seat.

First, let me say how sorry I am for your loss.

- I know from experience. - Thank you, sir.

I'm fine.

Good.

Then please explain your request that I issue a cancellation order

of a highly classified, highly complex operation

of which you should have had zero knowledge

and which is scheduled to begin worldwide in 23 minutes?

The request isn't mine, sir. It's from the Director.

- He is the FBI director. - Last I checked.

I think everyone in this room knows to which director I'm referring.

How was this communicated to you?

It began several days ago.

And you waited until now?

Sir, if I can explain my reasoning for not coming to you sooner.

Go ahead, Agent Yates. Start at the beginning.

Boss, Ray is taken care of.

So the memory inhibitor worked.

He was the easy one.

That and the cash.

Now you can get back to cleaning up our mess.

- On it. - Tanner.

Mac.

Lot of people here, they can't all be Travelers.

Nowhere near.

But Wakefield handpicked them, they're good agents.

- How's it going up there? - Same as 20 minutes ago.

David and Jeff are just taking a break to get some medical attention.

- I thought we'd be on by now. - These things take time.

Maybe you could go for a walk.

We just did.

Then go for another walk because we're having a private conversation.

Sorry to interrupt.

Where were we?

- I think we were done. - No, no, no. Um...

We were talking about your... feelings.

- You were talking about my feelings. - Right.

The logic's inescapable.

001 kidnapped every significant other on your team.

Mnh-mnh. Philip and Ray?

- Oh, I don't judge. - Yeah, you do.

- Look, Trev. - Trev?

It's obvious I was taken by 001,

held against my will, and frankly starved.

We were only given water for what seemed like days.

Thirty-one hours.

Because of the inevitable impact it was gonna have on you... emotionally.

I'm important to you in a way neither one of us foresaw.

And the sooner we both accept that...

Grace,

I am delighted you were the one kidnapped and interrogated, not my parents.

There, I said it. So...

That is the second nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.

So can I go now?

Oh, no, no, no. Your team needs you.

I'll go.

Oh.

It's thrilling, isn't it?

The primal rush of hormones bursting from your endocrine system.

Remember we're much, much older than these bodies.

And I can't wait to try them out.

You train for years to be a part of the grand plan.

Studied medicine.

Combat.

Finally, you get assigned a team over hundreds of other volunteers.

And all you can think about is your boyfriend.

I hope I never see Jeff again.

You can still make work. He won't remember the last 24 hours.

Please. They're gonna need to forget a hell of a lot more than that

and you know it, Marcy.

It's what we've got to work with.

They'll definitely remember being abducted.

Meeting each other.

Maybe even their first session with Perrow.

How do we even know she'll cooperate?

She's already made a statement saying that her actions were under duress.

Beyond that, she wants nothing to do with us.

Frankly, I don't blame her.

As far as Perrow's concerned,

Vincent Ingram was a deeply paranoid serial killer

who thought that time travelers from the future were out to get him.

Crazy talk.

Fortunately, no mainstream news outlet's taking it seriously.

And once the new Traveler in Ingram confesses he went off his meds...

Yeah, but, see, you make it sound ridiculous.

Hey, I'm from the future, I'm not sure I buy it myself.

Jeff sure as hell believed it.

So did David.

- No. What is that? What is that? - Let go of me.

So did your wife.

Which is why we have to make sure our stories are straight.

So we can all get back to our Protocol 5.

- Oh! This is about Protocol 5? - That is the mission.

Oh, now you care about the mission.

What is that supposed to mean?

You risked the entire Traveler program...

for her.

And you did the same.

What do you think, you can just undo all of this?

- Just put it all back into a box? - We try! Yes!

Shit was about to hit the fan anyway, Carly.

Exposure was imminent across every major intelligence agency worldwide:

CIA, FSB, Interpol.

All we did was speed up the process.

- Then we need to move. - No. The Director sent us here.

The Director has been making it up as it goes along, Marcy.

- I think it's about time we all admit... - Keep your fucking voice down.

The point is, what happened was inevitable

and obviously there's now a plan in motion to deal with that.

Meantime, we stick to the protocols.

You gonna order me to stay with him?

You gonna tell me what the bruising on your knuckles is all about?

Hey, guys! Grace just left.

I was about to rustle up some lunch.

I do a mean veggie stir fry, boss.

Does it have to be mean?

I just wanna go home!

And we're gonna take you home.

But you've been kidnapped, held against your will,

probably brainwashed.

Apparently by a man I met at a charity auction a decade ago,

as if that makes any sense.

At least tell me some things I wanna know.

Like, where are we? And how long have I been in these clothes?

An FBI safe house in the country, and... a couple days.

Kathryn, you were found unconscious yesterday

in a room with four other people:

David Mailer, Jeff Conniker, Ray Green and...

- All of them claimed to know my husband. - There. See?

New information.

Exactly why we have to keep talking this through.

You've been through a traumatic ordeal

and without proper debriefing, you could suffer long-term consequences.