These are the journals of Darien Lambert, Captain, Fugitive Retrieval Section,
A.D. 2193.
That's a strange match, Mr. Rascal.
It's a new technology.
And this new technology will help us to find the treasure?
It already has.
Mr. Rascal.
Hmm?
I think we should talk.
About what?
About my share of the treasure.
We'll work something out later.
Let's dive.
It began in the future.
A scientist turning to evil.
A time machine called Trax.
Criminals who vanish.
And a lawman with a mission.
He has one weapon.
And a computer named Selma.
Good morning, Captain Lambert.
With him, he will travel to a time more innocent than his own.
Now, he is among us.
A special breed of man.
A hunter.
Traveling through our world.
Searching for fugitives on his own.
Knowing he cannot go home.
Until he has found them all.
His name is Darien Lambert.
And this is his story.
Cubs lost again.
They do that a lot, Captain.
Why don't you try following another team?
No, Selma.
I'll stick with the Cubbies for the next 155 years.
Which is when they will win a pennant.
Your three-minute egg is ready.
And your toast is about to burn.
Captain.
What?
I have just finished my routine scan of the Washington Post...
...and have found something that warrants examination.
Explain.
There is an ad in the personal section which
reads, The wealth of the ages will soon be in hand.
Haskell.
One of the fugitives is trying to contact Sahmbi?
One who doesn't know that Dr. Sahmbi has used his own time machine...
...and is here now.
Review your data for, um, fugitive.
First her last name, Haskell.
Frank Haskell.
Marine archaeologist.
In 2182, he discovered the perfectly preserved remains...
...of one of Christopher Columbus's ships...
...the Santa Maria, which went down in a hurricane...
...off what is now called the Florida Keys.
He was later arrested for trying to loot the same vessel.
He vanished before he could stand trial.
Our old friend Sahmbi.
Logic suggests so.
Check the post.
For the origin of the ad.
My guess is we're going to the Florida Keys.
And in our latest update... ...Coast Guard Hurricane Watch for the Southern Keys...
...says Harry is gathering speed... ...and will come ashore within the next 24 hours.
Winds of up to 175 miles per hour are expected.
All residents are advised to seek refuge in public shelters.
Police and fire departments are mobilizing volunteer units...
...for disaster control.
Please stay tuned to the station for further updates...
...and emergency services contact numbers.
Honey, why don't you take a break?
You have been at this for more than two days.
He needs some sleep.
How can I when I'm so close?
Treasure's at the bottom of the Golden Grotto.
The scepter alone's worth millions.
If this is the cross on the manifest... ...then I know the treasure's there.
Well, what if you don't find the scepter?
Then I keep diving till I do.
Frank...
...this obsession of yours has me worried.
Why?
Because the closer you get to finding that treasure...
...the more distance you put between us.
But don't you realize what finding Ferdinand's scepter would mean?
Well, I don't care... ...if it costs us our future.
It's the legacy, Mary.
It's Columbus's legacy from King Spain.
Have you forgotten you're gonna have a baby?
No.
Of course not.
I just need you now more than ever.
And I can't help feeling that, uh...
What?
I'm afraid I'm gonna lose you.
You are not gonna lose me.
Captain... ...why do you like this machine called Harley?
Because the wind in my face gives me a feeling of freedom.
That wind is the leading edge of what will be this decade's worst hurricane.
Harry will take 24 lives and cause half a billion dollars in damage.
Great, I've come to the most desirable vacation spot in the world...
...and there's a hurricane coming.
When's it hit?
15 hours, 34 minutes.
Amplify something.
You say he's been in the water several days?
At least.
Sharks did him in pretty good.
Arm, leg, right upper quadrant.
Nice hors d'oeuvres.
Let's get an autopsy.
Check his prints.
Try and get an I.D.
You know, I might have seen this guy before.
Maybe a week, two weeks ago down at the Blue Max.
I'm pretty sure he's local salvage because he was drunk as a skunk.
Talking some... some nonsense about a treasure.
Well, he sure as hell didn't find it.
Some of the victims talking about sunken treasure.
We seem to be on the right track.
Right track, Captain.
Come on, Selma.
Let's go check it out.
Excuse me, Sheriff.
Captain Darien Lambert, Washington, D.C.
Police.
You're a long way south of your jurisdiction, Lambert.
Looking for an attempted robbery suspect named Frank Haskell.
Where it is, he may be in the area.
Can't say I know the name.
Glad to check it out for you just as soon as Harry makes his visit.
What happened?
Shark attack.
Mind if I take a look?
Whatever turns you on.
Selma, try and give me a detailed scan of the body.
Sheriff said I could take a look at the body.
Fine by me.
Nothing on him?
No ID?
Nothing except this piece of paper with some numbers scribbled on it.
Any idea what it means?
Not a clue.
Thanks for letting me take a look.
Anytime.
We'll let you know when we have another one.
Oh.
Any of you guys know a place nearby where I can find a room?
Rendezvous Hotel.
Turn off just a few miles down the road.
You ask for Noah.
He'll be a good guy to spend a blow with.
Thanks.
A blow, Selma?
Slang for a hurricane, Captain.
Welcome to Rendezvous.
You must be Noah.
Yeah, that's for sure.
Born Noah Fuller.
Stayed that way all my life.
Darien Lambert.
Sheriff's deputy said you might be able to find a room for me.
Well, uh... Yeah, I guess I got one if you want one.
I just sent my last guest packing.
And I'm about to start shutting her up.
There's a hell of a blow kicking up.
I heard about it.
I'll tell you what.
I'll help you shut her up.
Oh.
Well, all right.
Come on in.
Company's always welcome when she blows.
This is my, uh...
This is my 16th hard blow in more than 50 years.
The old Rendezvous sign here.
Okay.
Thanks.
Yeah, you might say I'm the local expertise.
She's here when it comes to these storms.
A hurricane historian of sorts.
Alicia, Helen, Andrew, Martha.
I've known them all.
They say this one's gonna be a pretty bad one.
They're all bad, son.
Rendezvous, this is Station House calling.
Over.
That's for me.
Station House, this is Rendezvous.
Go ahead.
Noah, are you sure you don't want to come into a public shelter for this one?
Over.
Joe, you know I gotta stay with a Rendezvous.
Just wanted a check.
Over.
Uh, no need, no need.
But thanks for sure.
Over and out.
Eight.
Down the hall and to the left.
And, uh, I'll let you know what you can do to help me out.
Steady the place up.
No problem.
Noah?
I've fixed up rooms 11 and 14.
And the others are fine from the other day.
We still had that guest in eight.
But don't you worry about him.
Are you feeling okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
I'm just a little tired, that's all.
Yeah.
Visual mode, Selma.
What did you do with the body scan?
Effective, Captain.
Although five degrees more declination would have been perfect.
I'm sorry.
Project mode.
The serration of the flesh in the upper and partial lower right quadrant is
definitely the result of an attack by a Galliosodo cubieri.
A what?
A tiger shark.
Close examination of the wounds reveals another kind of puncture Mark,
partially obscured by the shark's bite and tear-feeding tactic.
Another kind?
A puncture caused by a man-made object.
A knife.
So he was murdered before the shark attack.
Looks like Haskell's capable of anything.
It would seem so.
Okay.
Okay, let's go over the numbers.
24, 35, 81, 48, 65.
Victim was a sailor.
He knew navigation.
So let's try the combinations of all possible longitudes and latitudes.
24 degrees, 35 minutes north latitude.
81 degrees, 48 minutes west longitude.
Intercepted a point less than a mile off this coast.
I knew it.
So that leaves 65.
Haskell is after sunken treasure.
Yes.
So it has to be depth.
Our next step, Captain.
Let's go see if Noah has a boat.
Golden grotto.
How long would it take your boat to get there?
Half an hour.
But there's a blow kicking up out there.
Would be crazy to try that.
Noah, trust me.
I have it on good authority.
This hurricane will not hit for another 12 hours.
Please.
It's important.
Just a minute.
I'm the hurricane authority around here.
And you had better remember that.
Now, what's so damned important that you're willing to risk your life for it?
There's a treasure out there.
Oh.
Come on, come on.
That treasure will still be there long after this blow is gone.
Now.
There's got to be more than that.
That treasure could lead me to a man I'm after.
But we can't be long.
That shield will be rougher than a cob long before the cane hits landfall.
Damn it!
What else did this guy say?
That's it.
Do you know who he is?
He's registered as Darien Lambert.
Why would he be after you, Frank?
I don't know, but I'm going to find out.
Where are you going?
Out to the grotto.
But there's a hurricane coming up.
You think I'm going to let some guy jump my fine?
What are you going to do?
Whatever I have to do to protect what is mine.
How much longer?
Oh, just a few minutes there.
You can get into your dive gear.
Captain, may I remind you that you do not need this
primitive equipment with your lungs' air storage capacity.
You have to keep up appearances for Noah's sake, Selma.
Here, try this one.
And it's fiction to blow real hard, so hurry up down there.
This is the proverbial calm before the storm.
Follow the anchor chain down.
This is not a good situation, Captain Lambert.
I estimate that you have two and a half minutes of air left stored in your lungs.
You must get to the surface.
Trying to talk expends air.
You now have only two minutes left.
What can I do to help you out of this predicament?
Amorphous rock.
Loose sedimentary layer could move and dissipate in 16,000 cycles.
You now have only one minute, 45 seconds left.
Do something!
Please, Captain, cover your ears.
As I thought, 16,000 cycles.
You now have only 45 seconds left.
You should have been up here six minutes ago by my watch.
I had a little trouble.
I owe you a tank.
To tell you the truth, I'd like to have that one back.
It holds more air than I thought.
Captain, before diving, I scanned the only boat in
the area as a salvaged vessel named the La Bonita.
The diver had to be Haskell.
Let's see if the La Bonita will lead us to him.
Thanks for your help, Sheriff.
I can see you're busy.
Busy?
When Harry slams hell out of the area, we'll be busy.
Got a print-out from the Port Authority.
Local salvage operators have to file with them
if they're operating within a three -mile limit.
La Bonita's registered to a Juan Cadona.
Look at the last name on his hire list.
Scan!
The apartment is empty.
Looks.
like he's close to getting what he wants.
Captain, the hurricane will make landfall in 47 minutes.
I suggest we return to the rendezvous and resume our search after it has passed.
All right, someone.
But I am going to get this guy.
Open up, it's Darien!
Hello, Lambert.
Let's see who you really are.
Washington, D.C., no less.
But why me?
Get inside!
Sit!
You feel real big with a gun, don't you, son?
That does give me an edge.
Frank, please, stop this!
What's happened to you?
What's happened to me is this cop's on my ass, and I am going to find out why.
I thought I'd taken care of you yesterday.
But oh, so help me, I'll do it right now.
So you better tell me how you know about my find.
The dove coordinates were found on the body of the man you murdered.
Juan Cadona.
Murdered?
Don't listen to this guy.
Frank, tell me his life!
You're not a murderer, are you?
No!
Get out!
Get back!
I can help.
It's part of my training.
Listen to him, you fool!
Okay, but if anything happens to my son...
No, get some blankets out of the other room.
Let's make it comfortable.
Shh.
It's okay.
All right, your water's broken.
I'm just going to check to see if anything's wrong.
A lot of pain?
It's going to be okay.
Oh, shit.
Quit.
staring at me.
There isn't much else to do.
Find something.
You know, I knew a man like you in my youth.
He was driven for sure.
He ate himself up from the inside.
Never appreciated the life going on on the outside.
I don't need your salty dog wisdom, so knock it off.
Oh, nothing wise about it.
I was just telling you about a man I knew.
He never saw 40.
Oh, yes.
We need to talk.
How is she?
The contractions are coming closer together.
There's blood.
Which means there could be internal bleeding.
We have to get her to a hospital.
No way.
If I do that, the sheriff will be all over me.
Maybe I didn't make myself clear.
She could die.
The child could die.
Don't let that happen.
There are no guarantees.
The boy dies.
I don't need you, do I?
Rendezvous, this is Station House calling.
Over.
Probably a friend.
Checking to see if I'm okay during this blow.
Don't answer it.
Rendezvous, this is Station House calling.
Over.
Well, have it your way.
But if I don't answer, he's gonna know something's wrong.
I will be listening to every word.
Big man with the gun.
Rendezvous here.
Come in, Station House.
Over.
No, I just wanted to make sure you were all battened down.
Over.
I'm fine, thanks.
Over.
We're about two hours out of the eye.
It's gonna go down as the biggest blow since Andrew.
Over.
Yeah, but he was a baby compared with Norma in 58.
Whatever you say, Noah.
Over and out.
I don't get it.
Thank you.
There's a problem?
Noah Fuller knows hurricanes.
There was no Hurricane Norma in 1958.
This must have been quite the place back then.
There were good days, yeah.
It was a simpler time.
Mm.
Simple.
Almost primitive.
I've always had a fascination with the past.
Really?
Maybe because it is simpler.
And now that I live in it, I like it.
What's that?
Forget it.
Damn, that generator.
How you doing, Mary?
Frank.
No, no, don't you worry about him.
It's gonna be all right.
You just lie here quietly.
So how'd you get mixed up with Haskell?
He wasn't always like this.
You wanna tell me about it?
Well, I was raised in a small mountain town.
When I was a little girl, I used to walk to where
the only road went winding off down the valley.
And I used to pretend it would carry me off to some big city.
Where I could get dressed up and go to fancy restaurants and drink champagne.
Pretty foolish, wouldn't it?
No.
We all need dreams.
So what about your family?
I never knew my father.
My mother died when I was very young.
I never knew my mother.
All they ever had of her was a picture.
She was a beautiful woman.
So you were alone?
Lonely.
And that's when Haskell came along.
A couple years ago.
He was so worldly.
And I was so desperate to live life.
And he took me down that road to the edge of town.
Breathe.
I so wanted to fall in love.
And look where it got me.
What kind of a future do I have now?
There's always hope where the future is concerned.
Hey, hey.
And you'll have a lot to say about what it'll be.
Yeah, who are you kidding?
There's no hope for me and my baby.
You're wrong.
That baby is your future.
And the best reason there is for hope.
Mary, listen to me.
Your child is going to be special in some very unique ways.
Believe in yourself.
Give the baby the love it needs.
And one day, you may be the mother of a child that does great things for this world.
Who are you?
Get this glove!
Get her behind the counter!
Move!
She can't be moved!
Get her, now!
Pick her up!
Come on!
You act like everything's just fine.
Get rid of him, okay?
I'm gonna be in the hallway.
Don't be a hero.
Dammit, Noah, I thought something was wrong.
What's going on out here?
No, no, no, I'm okay.
My generator's acting up a little bit, yes.
What's all this about a hurricane of 58?
You know better than that.
A hurricane of 58?
Did I say 58?
Oh, no.
I must be getting senile.
You sure you're all right?
Look, Joe, you got more important things to do than worry about an old man.
I got my hands full, you can believe that.
But you made me think that there was some trouble out here.
No, no blow has got the best of me in 50 years.
Including Norma 58, right?
Including Norma 58.
Yeah.
Now, what was that?
What was what?
You've been hearing the blow, Joe.
What's going on here, Noah?
Nothing, nothing.
Joe, you got better things to do.
Lambert, what in the hell are you doing?
You have.
no reason to kill him.
You've already murdered Kadona.
How many more people are going to have to die for your treasure?
Maybe you want to be one more.
You're not going to kill me.
You need me to deliver the baby.
That's right, I want my son.
But the sheriff and the old man are expendable.
I should have shot you for being so tricky on the radio.
Frank, please stop this.
If you care about this baby, please stop it.
I came.
back for the treasure, and I have to take it back with me.
Back?
What are you talking about?
Go on, Haskell, tell her about it.
Tell her about what, Lambert?
Moe, the wealth of the ages will soon be in hand.
I.
know a lot of things about you.
Like what?
You don't really think you're going to get away with this, do you?
Yes, I do.
The only people who can stop me are in this room.
As soon as this storm blows through, we're going to take
the old man's boat and we're going to go get the scepter.
And then what?
You know so much about me, you tell me.
Take it back to 2193.
This is a surprise.
I knew Sahmbi had sent others back, but I never thought
I'd meet one of them, especially not a policeman.
The fugitive retrieval section, I came back for you and the others.
Not one thing.
I will take my son and the scepter back with me in the future.
Back to Sahmbi?
He'll get his share.
To not be rich.
Hold my hand.
I hate to disappoint you, but he is not there.
He's here.
What?
He's here.
He's the reason I came back.
You contacted me.
Sahmbi's a user, Haskell.
You're stuck here.
He's forgotten all about you by now.
Come on, think about Mary.
Think about the baby.
Well, maybe I'll just have to be rich in the past.
It's not so bad like the old man said.
It's a simpler time, you know?
And I am a superior being.
No!
Call for an ambulance!
Something's wrong.
Ambulance?
I couldn't get through.
Just breathe.
Try not to push.
Oh, jeez.
Soma, scan the fetus.
Diagnose the complication.
The fetus has turned posterior first in what is commonly termed a breech position.
Who the hell is helping us here?
It's a remote nurse.
Latest in paramedic technology.
What do we do?
A caesarean section is the recommended course of action to save mother and child.
Soma, I can't do that operation.
Then I'm afraid they both may die.
Unless...
Unless what?
Both mother and child might be saved if you can turn the baby yourself.
Me?
How?
I will guide you.
Noah, make sure she keeps breathing.
Don't let her push.
That's right, Captain.
You must push back and away before we can turn it.
The fetus is delicate.
You must go slow.
The head's in hand.
Easy now, Captain.
Rotate your wrist clockwise to position the head.
It must turn more.
Let it drop several centimeters and then one more turn.
That's it.
We're almost there.
Easy.
Very good.
The woman may now push to deliver the child.
Okay, Mary.
I need you to push now.
Come on.
Push.
That's it.
One more push now.
Come on.
Okay, I can see the head.
Just one more push and we've got it.
A successful delivery, Dr. Lambert.
Congratulations.
And to you, someone.
No, Sheriff.
The freight Haskell is long gone.
I'm going to get an APB out on him.
And I want to see you down at the station.
There's some questions I want answered.
Don't worry about him.
I'll make some excuses.
Listen, Noah.
I just want to thank you for everything.
And if there is ever anything I can do for you... Oh, yeah.
There's one thing.
What's that?
That nurse of yours, Selma?
Yes.
Well, she sounds like one hell of a lady.
I'd like to meet her sometime.
Maybe she'd like to see the town.
You know what I mean?
I'll see what I can do.
Thank you. Thank you.
She is special, isn't she?
More than you know.
Do you want to tell me about it?
I think it'll be better if you discover it together.
You may not have known your mother, but...
did you know her name?
Catherine.
Well, Darien Lambert.
Meet Catherine.