[clacking]
-[sends message] -[drops phone]
[engine starts]
[soft beep]
I'll meet you outside Ops.
[beeps]
Copy that.
[car horn honks]
[Trevor] Whoa. That's the boss!
Road trip.
You're such a kid.
Yeah, on the outside. What's that?
Whoop.
Freak, man.
What?
[knock on door]
Ohh.
Wow, they're beautiful.
Thank you.
[sniffs]
"Mom."
Mom remembered.
"Happy anniversary, Grant."
[Carly] No service?
Not one bar.
Should have called when we stopped at that gas station.
[Carly] Told you.
Yeah, then we got lost.
How long till impact?
Twenty-three minutes, six seconds.
-Ish.
No, pretty much exactly.
I'll have to call after the mission.
I don't understand the big deal about anniversaries, anyway.
My father missed a 25th a few months back.
[MacLaren] And?
Gary paid a heavy price, boss.
Well, fortunately, Kat's a reasonable person.
Reason's got nothing to do with it.
You're already in the dog house.
Oh, come on.
No, she's right. Your window was early this morning.
It's already closed.
-How do you know this information? -Covered it in training.
Twenty-first century female behavior.
Ah. Well, I'll buy her flowers, then.
What anniversary is it?
-Ten years. -[Carly] Yikes.
Whoa.
You're just screwing with me.
Nah, ten's a big one. Even I know that.
Okay, well, help me out. What's an appropriate gift for ten years?
-Tin. -Yeah, ten.
-No, tin. -As in the metal.
-Tin? -That's the traditional gift.
I'm supposed to give her something made from tin?
If you are a traditionalist, yes.
There's a more modern anniversary theme for ten years,
-but you're not gonna like it. -Diamonds.
-Now I know you're making this up. -Technically, diamond jewelry.
-Yes. -Seriously!
You might have gotten away with flowers if you'd called.
[mocking] Flowers if I called...
[MacLaren] Where does it come down?
Six hundred meters to our south-southwest
in seven minutes, eight seconds.
There-ish.
It's amazing this becomes a dry lake bed in 50 years.
Do we need to worry about a wave?
Nah. Probably a splash. It's not too big.
Just extremely rare and important to the future.
More rare than that other mineral-- what was it?
Diamond.
That's the one.
Yeah, all right, just get the recovery gear ready,
make sure everything's working.
The Director gave us an important mission.
Let's get it right.
[engine sputtering]
[engine starts]
[engine hums]
[laughs]
[whirring]
[screaming]
I can't!
-[line rings] -[beeps]
You've reached Special Agent Grant MacLaren. Please leave a message.
[beeping]
[cell phone ringing]
Wakefield.
[woman] This is an emergency communication, protocol alpha.
Protocol alpha? Who is this?
This is Traveler 5001.
We have less than 60 seconds before signal loss.
I'm listening.
I need armed air assets to the following coordinates ASAP:
49.3506 degrees north,
122.8599 degrees west.
Can you do this?
Possibly. I have a helicopter already in the air with agents aboard,
but they're not travelers.
I said protocol alpha. Can you get them to these coordinates in 17 minutes?
Negative. Best case is... 25 to 30.
What about assets on the ground?
Twenty-five minutes is our closest anything.
You're talking the middle of nowhere.
I do have agents on the ground within roughly--
[line clicks]
Hello?
[parachute fluttering]
[panting] Give me the keys!
[chuckles] Right.
How about just wait till your little brother touches down first?
It's an emergency. Give me the fucking keys!
They're in the ignition.
Wait, what emergency?
Carrie, what's wrong?
Just tell me what's going on. I'll drive you myself!
Carrie!
Wayne, your sister just took my car!
-[beeps] -[line rings]
-You've reached Agent Grant MacLaren-- -[beeps]
[Carly] No service?
Not one bar.
Should have called when we stopped at that gas station.
I told you.
Yeah, then we got lost. How long till meteor impact?
Twenty-two minutes, 51 seconds.
-Ish.
No, pretty much exactly.
I'll call her after the mission.
I don't understand the big deal about anniversaries anyway.
Well, my father forgot their 25th a few months back.
And?
Gary paid a heavy price, boss.
Luckily, Kat's a reasonable person.
Reason's got nothing to do with it.
You're already doomed.
Oh, my gosh, that's a big gun.
Um, am I on private property right now? I'm so lost.
Do you-- you want me to go back?
Okay, I can-- I can do that.
Um, can you just tell me where Alouette Lake is?
Are you telling me the lake's back that way,
or are you still telling me to turn around?
Okay.
[thuds]
[shouts, grunts]
Jesus.
Callahan!
What is it?
Where did the Fraser meteor come down?
A dry lake bed just northeast of here. Why?
It wasn't dry this early in the 21st.
What's going on?
I just got off the phone with a traveler who requested armed assets
at the exact same coordinates the meteor was historically found
fifty years from now.
We got cut off, but she said it was protocol alpha.
How's that possible?
What if Robert Fraser hadn't discovered that element in 2068?
There'd be no room temperature superconductor for quantum processing,
no leap in artificial intelligence, no consciousness transfer technology--
No Director.
-Do we know when the meteor came down? -I'm no historian,
but I'm about to bet my job with the FBI that it's sometime in the next 15 minutes,
and that the Faction is trying to get to it before we do.
The Director overwrote all the Faction members.
Only Faction members he could get eyes on. There could be hundreds still there.
Or worse, it's somebody else.
[groaning]
-[horn blares] -[gasps]
[panting]
Hey! What the fuck?!
Are you all right?
[moaning]
[panting]
[shrieking]
[Carly] It's amazing to me this becomes a dry lake bed in 50 years.
[Marcy] Do we need to worry about a wave?
Nah, probably just a splash.
Nothing too big.
Just extremely rare and important to the future.
Even more rare than that other mineral-- what was it again?
-You mean diamond? -[laughs] That's it.
Let's get the recovery gear ready and make sure everything's working.
The Director gave us an important mission. Let's not mess it up.
[engine sputters]
Get back from the water!
[whimpers]
[automatic gunfire]
[whirring]
[screaming]
[screams]
Carrie! Carrie, what's wrong?
[screaming]
[thuds]
[music playing on radio]
[radio shuts off]
Buddy, open your chute.
Wayne, open your chute!
God... Oh, God.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Wayne? Wayne!
[man crying]
No, no, no, no. Oh, God, oh, God, no.
Carrie!
[panting]
What are you doing?
Carrie!
[panting]
[dog snarling]
[Carrie screaming]
-[whirring] -[Carrie screams]
Carrie, what's wrong?
[screams]
[thuds]
Well, then, help me out.
What's an appropriate gift for ten years?
-Tin. -Yeah, ten.
No, tin.
Like soup tin?
As in the metallic element.
That's the traditional gift.
I'm supposed to give her something made from tin?
You cut the deployment close. What happened?
We collided.
He's unconscious, but I managed to get his parachute open before we separated.
[man] If he lands like that, he'll break his neck.
You have any weapons in the car?
-What? -Weapons.
No.
What are you doing?
The camera saw a knife in the pickup.
What?!
Carrie!
[panting]
[dog barking]
Come on.
[engine starts]
Hey. This place is where? I'm lost. Can you help me?
Oh... okay. Fine. But... this place is where?
I need to know.
[groans]
[Carly] Might have gotten away with flowers if you'd called.
Yeah, we established I made a mistake.
[Marcy] Now you gotta get her a diamond something.
Really?
Explain how buying something hard and shiny and artificially expensive
that is controlled by a cartel gets me out of the dog pound.
Dog house.
Were you trained at all in 21st century male behavior?
[Trevor] I think he's nailing it.
Historically, diamonds have been a rare and precious gift.
Oh, shut up.
Solve your own problems, then.
Yeah, if it's rare and precious she wants,
I'll chip a fragment off the meteor after we recover it.
It could come in handy if Kathryn ever needs
a high-temperature superconductor for quantum processing.
[MacLaren] You shut up, too.
[Trevor chuckles]
[truck horn blares]
Hey! What the hell?
Asshole.
[horn blares]
[panting]
[line ringing]
You've reached Special Agent Grant MacLaren. Please leave a message.
[beeps]
Hey, it's me.
Just giving you the benefit of the doubt here.
I know you're probably busy on a case, and I married an FBI agent,
but I'm assuming when you write "Won't be by tonight-- work" in a text,
it just means that you're gonna be late.
Because tonight of all nights,
we should spend some time together, no matter what time it is.
Hint, hint.
Okay, so, I'm gonna plan something for later. Nothing fancy.
You just need to let me know roughly when that will be.
You can even text me.
I'll be here.
Bye.
[panting]
MacLaren!
You're in danger!
MacLaren!
Let's get the recovery gear ready, make sure everything's working.
The Director gave us an important mission.
Let's not fuck it up.
[Carrie] MacLaren!
Did you hear that?
[Trevor] What?
[Carrie] Your team is in danger!
MacLaren! Run!
-Carrie? -Get off the beach!
What are you doing here?
Traveler 500--
[screams]
[gasps, panting]
Carrie, pull your chute.
Carrie!
[sighs]
[grunting]
What happened up there?
We collided.
Wayne must be unconscious.
-Give me your keys. -Wait, what?
-Your keys. -No, you're hurt.
[grunts] I need to go.
No, you're not going anywhere. You're staying right here.
The future is at stake.
No, you got a concussion.
Look, the Faction is gonna win if we do not act.
Okay, whatever. You're fucked up. Just don't move, okay?
Your brother's in trouble.
-He's gonna break his neck. -No, no.
Stay. Stay.
[wincing]
[labored breathing]
[screams]
Ohh!
[groans]
[grunts]
What happened? Did you crash into each other?
[groans]
There's too much strain on the host.
What? What?
There are five people on a remote beach. It's not far.
-Who? -Doesn't matter.
Listen, you need to help them.
I can't make it.
You're not making any sense.
Everything is at stake.
You need to do this.
[stammers] Do what? Do what? I don't understand.
The coordinates...
you-- you need--
you-- you need to--
Carrie?
Oh, God.
[whimpering]
Oh, God.
[crying] Oh, God.
[MacLaren] If it's rare and precious she wants,
I'll chip a fragment off the meteor after we recover it.
It could come in handy if Kathryn ever needs
a high-temperature superconductor for a quantum frame.
[MacLaren] You shut up, too.
Are you sure this is it?
[Philip] This is the place.
[MacLaren] Doesn't look anything like the pictures when it was found.
This is beautiful.
Yeah, it's nice.
Nice? This is like seeing Niagara Falls before it went dry.
Or the Great Valley before the domes were built.
Yeah. I said it was nice.
She's not wrong.
[engine hums]
[whirring]
[groaning]
[screams]
[sobbing]
Car keys!
Give me the keys!
[crying] Oh, my God, Wayne, she's dead!
Give me the keys!
[dog barking]
[engine starts]
[line rings]
You've reached Special Agent Grant MacLaren. Please leave a message.
[beeps]
Hello, Special Agent Grant MacLaren.
This is your apparently not-so-special wife of ten years, as of today.
Ten years, Grant.
I left you a phone message,
and I sent you a happy anniversary text before that,
but neither really cover the range of emotion that I'm feeling at the moment.
All I can say is you bloody well better
be shopping in a jewelry store right now
that happens to have shitty cell phone reception.
Call me back when you get this.
[panting]
Yeah, I said it was nice.
She's not wrong.
[country music playing]
This is 026, inbound with a full load. I'm about an hour out.
[man on CB radio] 026, copy. See you then.
[horn blaring]
Fuck you!
[gunshots]
-Got a sec? -Yeah.
Is everything all right?
If you mean Kat and the pregnancy, I told you--
-This isn't the time or the place-- -No, I know.
I was gonna ask about you.
-I'm fine. -I don't think you are.
Part of a team leader's job is to have some inkling of what the general welfare--
I said that I'm fine.
You're not fine.
You're unhappy.
Look, Marcy, you can't possibly remember this, but--
I didn't want to be reset.
Someone told you?
We should get back.
Look, no, there's plenty of time. Let them take care of it.
[sighs]
Look, I didn't see the good in telling you that information,
and maybe I was wrong.
But it's pretty obvious to me, and probably everyone else,
that the new Marcy is different from the old one
in ways she wouldn't approve.
She?
It's your word. Well, hers.
[load creaking]
I just...
I just can't help but feel that I'm not really...
What?
Whole.
That when Grace sent my consciousness to the future,
repackaged it and then sent it back again, that...
she left out what made me me.
That very day, you told me you were afraid of losing
the most important part of who you'd become
in your short time in the 21st.
How do I even know what that is?
I don't think it's my place to say,
but I can give you a hint.
After that plane crash that should have killed me,
when you and a million nanites were trying to put me back together...
my own consciousness took refuge in the memories of Grant MacLaren.
That's not possible. There are none.
Only a few.
Disconnected fragments.
Of what?
Of how much Grant MacLaren loved his wife.
Memories even his death couldn't erase.
[panting]
But how do I possibly access that?
You're the doctor.
Where does it come down?
Six hundred meters to our south-southwest.
[Wayne grunts]
[Carrie] Killer day, huh?
[MacLaren chuckles] Yeah. Yeah, it's killer.
What are you guys up to?
Uh... heading up to a lake, do a little camping.
-[Carly] Fishing. -Fishing.
What about you? What are you up to?
About 15,000 feet.
Going skydiving.
Ohh, that sounds... terrifying.
-You know it's-- -Oh, yeah, no, it'll clear up.
You know, statistically, it's actually safer than driving.
So people tell me.
You should try it sometime.
No, I'm not-- I'm not so good with things in the sky.
Okay.
Gotta fly, Carrie.
See you later.
Yeah, have fun... Carrie.
Isn't she a little young for you?
And I'm married. You know.
Oh, speaking of which, your wife just texted you, saying happy anniversary.
-What?! -Yeah.
Shit.
Might want to give her a call.
They didn't have any fresh fruit like you asked,
so I got you something called a fruit pie instead.
Has the word "fruit" in it.
Sure does.
Thanks, Trev. Great.
[pop music playing]
Ooh, turn it up. It's my favorite part.
No, you'll just sing louder.
Yeah.
Watch.
[singing along with vocalist] ♪ Heartache ♪
♪ Ahhh ahhh ♪
Don't roll your eyes at me!
♪ Find my way back ♪
♪ Back to where I was before ♪
♪ Bye-bye, baby ♪
[music continuing]
The problem was, when I said turn, you didn't turn.
The GPS said there's no road.
There's one on the map.
So we'll turn around.
-Okay. -Lots of time.
Thank you.
[MacLaren sighs]
[whirring]
[groans, screaming]
[screams]
[Marcy] Are you sure this is it?
This is the place.
Sure doesn't look anything like the pictures when it was found.
This is beautiful.
[dog barking]
[engine starts]
Look, Marcy, you can't possibly remember this, but--
I didn't want to be reset?
Someone told you?
We should get back.
Look, no, there's plenty of time.
Let them take care of it.
Look, I didn't see the good in telling you that information.
Maybe I was wrong.
But it's pretty obvious to me, and probably everyone else,
that the new Marcy is different from the old one
in ways she wouldn't approve.
[panting]
That very day, you told me you were afraid of losing
the most important part of who you'd become
in your short time in the 21st.
-How do I even know what that is? -I don't think it's my place to say.
But I-- I can give you a hint.
[gunshot]
After the plane crash that should have killed me,
when you and a million nanites were trying to put me back together,
my own consciousness took refuge in the memories of Grant MacLaren.
How do I possibly access that?
You're the doctor.
[Wayne] MacLaren!
Did you hear that?
[grunting]
[panting]
MacLaren!
Identify yourself.
Traveler 5008.
I'm on a protocol alpha mission.
We know. It's all over. Marcy, all clear!
There's one more down the road. I had to go around him.
I took care of him first. We did it.
Thank you both. That was close.
You don't know how close.
We weren't the first.
We had to keep trying.
How many times?
I was the ninth volunteer.
[Philip] Jesus.
If the element ended up in the hands of the Faction,
the whole Traveler program might not have--
[sonic boom]
See? Just a splash.
Our mission is to recover and secure the meteorite upon impact.
We'll watch your back till you're done.
I'll have him patched up by then.
There's one other thing.
We have your next mission.
[engine starts] t mission.