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Delta 1, we got a 10-53 at mile 37.
Stand by.
It's a black Nissan Maxima.
Alberta license plate, YR1 9142.
Copy.
It's a stolen vehicle, suspect could be armed.
Copy that. Searching the vehicle now.
Code 9. Code 9.
I found some metal disks in the trunk.
We're going to need a special unit.
Copy. Central's been alerted.
- Hello? - Sir, comissioner of border patrol here.
Yes, Michael, what is it?
About 20 minutes ago a man was taken
into custody in Montana not far from the border.
He was trying to smuggle in around 10-pounds
of weapons-grade uranium.
I am speaking to you.
Speaking to you.
Speaking to you.
Speaking to you.
I am speaking to you.
Speaking to you.
Speaking to you.
Speaking to you.
I am speaking to you.
Speaking to you.
Speaking to you.
Speaking to you. Speaking to you.
Speaking to you. Speaking to you.
Speaking to you. Speaking to you.
Tough son of a bitch, ain't he?
By now he should be on his knees begging us
to let him confess.
Push harder.
This should do it.
What is it? KH-5?
The enhanced version.
It attacks the nerve cells even faster and the pain
is ten-times worse.
No one's lasted more than a couple of minutes.
I give him five, tops.
What the hell?
Maybe we should up the dosage.
No.
Max, get the hell out of there.
Let's get blood work done, let's run every test possible.
I think we're dealing with a far bigger problem
than a few pounds of uranium.
Synthetic genes?
Nano devices?
All that's missing is a battery pack.
Is this guy even human?
Is he, asking...
Pen and paper.
Max.
Any ideas?
These look like astronomical coordinates to me
Yeah, supernovae, comets.
Something like that.
I had a thing about astronomy in high school.
I have no idea what these are.
I think they're dates.
Dates?
Yeah.
We live in the year 1433 according to the Islamic calendar.
Looks like our prisoner can predict celestial events.
It's 140-years into the future.
Bullshit.
The first day on the list is tomorrow.
Look at that!
I'll be damned.
The star blew up exactly where he said.
What do you think, Fischer?
Who the fuck is this guy?
As insane as it sounds,
I think he's from the future.
There is no other explanation for it.
Time-travelling terrorist.
That doesn't sound scary at all.
Agent Carmen Reese?
Well it's nice and quiet up here.
Almost makes one believe
that all is peachy in the world out there.
If you need me I'll be outside.
Oh, Fischer.
Why am I not surprised?
Forgive the intrusion, Carmen,
but you left me no choice.
In the envelope is the directive terminating
your leave of absence, effective immediately.
Since when did you become my boss?
It's signed by the president.
Well you can tell the president that I've decided
not to return to my job.
Well you can tell him that yourself.
But first I need you to hear me out.
The data disk contains a brief on a prisoner
I've been working with for years.
An extraordinarily-dangerous individual who holds the fate
of our world in his hands.
So that was your top-secret assignment?
Look, I kept you out of it for your own good.
Yeah.
But now I'm desperate.
I need help.
You've got the entire agency at your disposal.
I need someone I trust.
Are you okay?
Whoa.
Um...
Things have gotten strange, Carmen.
And I feel like I'm losing my mind but,
I'm this close to figuring it all out.
Fischer, don't you get it?
I'm in no position to help you.
I know you're still looking for answers for what happened.
Trust me, I know how it feels
to be haunted by the what-ifs and if-onlys.
To be tormented by 1,000 imaginary pasts.
What if I told you your imagination
can be made real, Carmen?
Look, if there's one thing I've learned from this prisoner
that I know to be true is that time,
time is not what it seems, Carmen.
Time is nothing.
Please, help me.
That's the marine barracks.
For a special ops battalion.
122 men.
Luckily we haven't had much use for them so far.
I'm field station captain Paul Williams.
Agent Reese.
Welcome to the sandbox.
Here's your keycard.
Your com access has been set up as well.
Air lock?
Sandbox is a nuke-proof facility.
You can't be too careful these days.
Fischer's been paged.
He'll meet you on the other side.
Thank you.
Can I help you, ma'am?
Uh yeah, I'm looking for agent Fischer.
- Friendly guys. - Sorry.
We don't get many women down here.
You know agent Fischer well?
Yeah, he was my mentor when I joined the agency years ago.
Likes to think he still is.
It's this one.
Agent Fischer, PFC Sullivan here.
I have a visitor for you, sir.
Yeah, he's a cool guy.
He shares smokes with us, tells us jokes.
Fischer can be a funny guy when he wants to.
I'll call him.
Yeah.
Fischer!
Williams, I'm looking for Fischer.
Do you know where he is?
Fischer?
Hold on.
The last time he used his keycard
was to enter his apartment.
But that was two days ago.
Fischer?
Agent Carmen Reese.
Commander Jefferson.
That's right.
I'm the one supposedly in charge here.
Why didn't Fischer tell me you were coming?
Oh, I don't know, sir. I'm sure if he didn't tell you he had his reasons.
Well he's been avoiding me all week.
Now he goes and kills himself.
You know,
Fischer was troubled when he called but he,
was not suicidal.
What exactly did he say to you?
He was close to figuring something out and that he needed my help.
Then help.
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