Prisoner X

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- Delta 1, we

got a 10-53 at mile 37.

Stand by.

It's a black Nisan maxima.

Alberta license plate, yr1 9142.

- Copy.

It's Alen vehicle,

suspect could be armed.

- Copy that.

Searching the vehicle now.

Code 9. Code 9.

I found some metal disks

hidden in the trunk.

We're gonna need a special unit.

- Copy.

Central's been alerted.

- Hello?

- Sir, Comissioner

of border control 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

b*tch, 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 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 k 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?

- Coordinates to me.

- These l

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 e 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.

Oh, look at that!

I'll be damned.

- The star blew

up exactly where he said.

What do you think, Fischer?

Who the f*** is this guy?

- As insane as it sounds,

I think he's from the future.

There is no other

explanation for it.

- A

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.

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?

And that he needed my help.

- Then help.

- On the world

tonight, no end in sight.

Thousands more refugees from

New York and Pennsylvania

arrive in the mid-west

bringing their total number

to over two-million.

In the grip of violence,

president Turner imposes

martial law in

Southern California

to quell large-scale riots

that show no sign of abating.

And in international news,

a powerful explosion rips

through an industrial complex

in Mumbai killing

over 50 workers.

Indian authorities are

investigating the cause.

The blast occurred shortly

after the workers returned

from lunch and several eye

witnesses report to seeing...

- say happy birthday!

'Cause she was big.

Sally had made a cake.

- Industrial complex

which is located north-east

of Mumbai is home to

several high-tech companies

that manufacture...

- All right.

We get it.

Yonna prove to us

that you're special.

That you can see the future.

Maybe it's because

you're from there.

If that's true,

if you're really

a time-traveler,

then it stands to reason

that you did not come alone.

That others made the

journey with you.

Now maybe this is normal

where you come from.

Where people just leap

across centuries at will.

And who knows,

who knows what

other miracle skills

you have at your disposal.

Tools and weapons that we

can't even begin to imagine.

Yet, here you are.

You've been trapped in a closet,

the same closet

for three-months.

And maybe, just maybe

you're starting to realize

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