Travelers

Previously on Travelers...

We're off mission. Stand down!

: No plan survives contact with the past.

: You must be new.

: We just got this security-camera footage

from outside the library.

Has Marcy been acting differently lately?

- -

No.

How are you supposed to throw a football with a broken hand?

Please stop.

: What is wrong with him?

: Whoa, Philip.

And all these people are going to die?

: Yeah.

I know this person.

: I'm starting to think whoever they're buying from

ain't gonna show.

: It's all about patience.

: That's what you said with the Jonas Walker case,

and he fell off the face of the Earth.

You're going to have to let that one go, partner.

Yeah, I know, I know.

I'm like a dog with a bone, I guess.

Hello.

What are they selling, car parts?

: Looks good.

That's a hell of a lot of money for car parts.

Multiple shots fired! 65 Heward Drive.

We need back-up right away!

- What about the back-up? - Can't wait!

FBI!

Drop your weapons!

No! Drop your weapons!

All responding units, be advised,

there's a damaged Mercedes leaving this location

with three armed men, two of them badly injured.

Intercept and detain if possible!

Traveler...

34... 68.

Support required.

Coordinates 47 degrees, 14 minutes,

35.045 seconds.

: Make and model confirmed.

Units are en route.

...07 seconds.

End of message.

You wait for the back-up.

I'm going after them!

It's a damn mess.

: Philip, you there?

: Hey, boss.

What are you doing right now?

Oh, you know...

healing from a gunshot wound,

watching old news with Marcy.

I need you to direct me

to 47 degrees, 14 minutes,

35.045 seconds

by 122 degrees,

22 minutes, 13.407 seconds.

- You got it? - On it.

Why? What... What's happening?

I just got the most bizarre messenger.

They're all bizarre to me.

Yeah, well, this message came from the mouth

of a dying man... a traveler team in need

of assistance at those coordinates.

It's on its way to you now.

We'll meet you there.

Uh, nope, Philip's not going anywhere in his shape,

but I will be there in 10.

Pick up Carly on the way. Come armed.

Bring your full medical kit.

: You're at the coordinates.

Should be an old warehouse on your left.

How far out are Carly and Marcy?

Uh, five minutes.

Make sure they wait for my all-clear.

Understood.

Drop your weapon.

- I'm here to help. - Shut up.

He's one of the FBI agents.

Yeah. Who you shot at.

Thanks very much.

Whatever happened to Protocol 3?

I'm Traveler 3468.

I received a message to come to these coordinates

and give support.

Who delivered the message?

One of the Russians.

Well, that's bullshit,

'cause that would... that would kill an adult.

It did.

The Director must've figured he was dying anyway.

You want my help or not?

I'm Rick Hall.

This is Carter. That's my boy, Luca, on the table.

Grant MacLaren. My medic's on the way.

: Well, that's good, 'cause ours is dead.

What is this? What happened?

Well, our mission

was to acquire a component from Russian travelers

and deliver it to another team for testing.

The Russians' historian was dead,

so they were out of cash.

We were then instructed to finance them

in exchange for the hand-off,

but they got greedy.

A traveler team turned on you?

He must be new.

Yeah. They went rogue.

Tried to take our money and the component,

probably sell it somewhere else, and busted it in the process.

You saw the rest. Now where's the medic?

Carly, Marcy... you have the all-clear

to enter the building upon arrival.

: One minute out.

They're moments away.

So how badly damaged is it?

I don't know. It's not my expertise.

It was a good plan, if the Russians hadn't gone rogue.

Yeah, then the FBI would've busted you.

Doesn't sound like a great plan to me.

Oh, shit.

: We're coming in.

It's all right.

What can you tell me?

Gunshot wound to the abdomen. There's no exit wound.

This is Luca. That's Carter. I'm Hall.

Mr. Hall is their team leader.

You can put your weapon away now.

He's lost a lot of blood and still hemorrhaging.

I think the only thing I can do

is get him stable before we get him to a hospital.

No. No hospitals. He's wanted by the police.

They both are.

Well, I don't have anywhere near the proper resources.

Well, obviously, the Director thinks you do,

or you wouldn't be here, would you?

All right. Go ahead and put him out.

Can you get me light, please?

All right, all right.

Okay, warm up the laser and get him on plasma.

What happened?

He got shot in the gut.

No. I'm talking about you.

Let me see.

Ah! Goddammit!

I don't think that you understand

how serious your injuries are.

Stop worrying about me and help Luca.

It's Forbes.

Do your thing.

MacLaren.

We've got three dead bodies.

All of them ghosts in the system.

Really? Any word on the whereabouts

of that car that I was pursuing?

That's what I'm calling to ask you.

No, no. They had too big a lead.

I was just about to get back to local enforcement.

All right, let me know what you hear.

Will do.

: I can't locate the bullet.

I think the only thing that I can do

is cauterize the torn vessels...

Just get the bullet out of him.

I am telling you

that if I operate now, I will kill him.

Your friend, Carter, is coughing up blood

because his internal bleeding includes his lungs.

I'm telling you that he's dying, he can't be saved.

The man is an ox! He just carried...

Shut up and listen to me! Okay? This is time-sensitive.

Luca has lost close to 40% of his blood.

He won't survive any sort of surgery without a donor.

So if we act now,

we can use Carter's blood to save Luca's life.

I have a blood-type converter,

I'm telling you I can't save them both.

So we either watch the two of them die,