Continuum (2012–2015): Season 1, Episode 1 - A Stitch in Time - full transcript

Twenty years ago,

when the corporations bailed
out our failed governments,

they sold it to
us as salvation.

Now we see that we have
paid for that rescue

with our freedoms.

We have awakened to the truth.

We have become slaves
to the Corporate Congress.

Today, all that changes.

Let the word go forth
from this time and place,

to friend and foe alike,

that we have passed the
torch to a new generation



unwilling to permit the undoing
of human rights and dignities.

And let every
corporation know,

whether it wishes
us well or ill,

that we shall pay any
price in order to assure

the survival and
success of liberty.

Don't move!

Hands where we can see them!

Stay where you are!

I got this, Kiera.

Edouard Kagame,
you're under arrest.

Under section 76
of the Union Code,

you are charged with being the leader
of the terrorist group Liber8,

and conspiring to plot against
the Corporate Congress.

You're too late.



Oh, my God!

Liber8 murdered
30,000 people to kill 20.

Of course they deserve
to be executed.

Separate their methods from their message.
Just for a second.

That'll never happen.
Forget it.

Oh, right.
Because they went too far.

So you do agree with them?

No, I understand them.

You understand bombing the Corporate
Congress and killing people?

I understand wanting to
return to democracy again

versus a corporate
dictatorship.

Come on, the government lost their
relevance after they went belly up.

Oh, what? So we'd be
dead or in the street

if it wasn't for
the corporate bailout?

And you wouldn't have that
ivory tower to teach out of.

We've given up representation,
free speech, assembly. We...

Seems like you're still
free to speak your mind.

Alerts on corporate.

CPS webs as well.
Something's up.

A call to arms
on the eve of the executions.

They're just trying
to intimidate us.

Won't work.

After tomorrow,
they'll all just be dead.

And we can move
on with our lives.

Mom?

Are the bad guys
attacking us again?

No.

The bad guys are in prison.

And pretty soon they'll never be
able to hurt anyone ever again.

Do you have to go?
Yeah.

It's my job.

For me?
For tomorrow.

In case you need backup.

Thank you.

First execution in 40 years.

You should be proud
you got the assignment.

Thanks.

Perp check in your sector.
Please confirm ID.

Hang on.

Looks like you're up.

This won't take long.

You're a suspect in a crime.
Maintain your position.

CPS 8-11. Suspect
recog. Uploading.

That's a match.
Tyler Killen. Property damage.

Book and process.

You've been tagged,
Mr. Killen.

Report to a CPS station for
booking, or face the pain.

Oh, and bring your
little friend here with you.

Hey, you two.

You better clean up your acts,

otherwise you're gonna be
permanent visitors at this place.

Take my advice.

You want to leave this world with your
dignity and your emotions intact.

That is what your
followers would want,

and more importantly,
that's what I want.

Do we understand each other?

We just received credible
information that Liber8's plan

is to attack the
execution chamber itself.

Back up Prison Security
and stay alert.

Change of plan, Kiera, you're
with Elena and the Chamber.

The rest of you with me.

What do you think, Greg?
Circus or justice?

You don't believe everyone in
the world needs to see this?

I would have preferred something
a little less public.

But the surviving members
of the board insisted.

The board is right.
We need to take an eye for an eye.

Execute them as a deterrent.

Curtis Chen.

Jasmine Garza.

Lucas Ingram.

Stefan Jaworski.

Edouard Kagame.

Matthew Kellog.

Travis Berta.

Sonya Valentine.

Kiera?

You have been convicted
of crimes against the Union

and sentenced to death.

All appeals have
been exhausted.

There will be no commutation.

Prisoners, take your
positions on the table.

What the hell?

He's got something!

Kiera!

CPS, this is Cameron.

CPS?

Anyone?

What the hell?

Where am I?

Come on, man, let's go!

Hey!

CPS! Maintain your position!

Ingram!

Central. This is Cameron.

I need backup.

Who is this?

CPS Officer Cameron.
Respond one.

I'm separated from my team.
I need backup.

Some weird shit is going down.

CP... Look. This is an
experimental encrypted frequency.

How did you find this channel?
What?

Is this the same MIT hacker
who's creeping my firewall?

'Cause if it is,
lam so going to bust you!

This is a security net, you idiot.
You're in violation.

Nice try.

I don't care who you
are or what you think,

I need backup
at this location.

Now!

Location?

Holy shit, it works.

It shouldn't.

This is impossible.

Start talking.
Not to you.

You shot me up with Torox?

Bitch.

What happened
back there, Lucas?

Where are we?
What did you guys do?

Time jump. The vortex.

You were there
and now you're here.

Where? Where is here?

Same place we started.

Place, not time.

Space, not time. Get it?

Where is the prison?

Not where is the prison.

Where the prison will be.

Should have been six years,
looks like 60.

Would have been
a sweet escape.

How do we get back?
How do I get home?

You are home.

What happens now?

We become ghosts.

We blend in and no
one is going to find us.

Watch me.

Here you go!

Rise up, brothers!

Join the fight!

Drop the weapon!

Drop it!

Hands on your head!

You alone?
Nope.

I'm with her.

Nice try.

I can't lie. I'm on a drug.

You don't say?
A truth serum.

I've never been
in an automobile.

This is your lucky day.

One down, seven to go.

Hello? I heard that.

Look, I know you're still there.
I was listening.

One down, seven to go.
I heard everything.

My question is, how?

I haven't even put the tech that you're
talking on into circulation yet,

so how the hell
do you have it?

Isn't somebody going to explain
to me what just happened?

Well, Lucas is the only one who
can tell us but he's not here.

What about Kagame?

He didn't make it through.

We'll be okay without him.

Wow!

Knock yourselves out!

How can this be happening?

Well, Mr. Buddy back there was
talking about time jumping.

Time traveler, hello?

If I'm in the past,

how are you in my head?

How are you on my computer?

Who is this?

My name is Alec.

Alec, what year is this?

It's 2012.

No!

No, I have a son.

He has to see
the dentist tomorrow.

We were going to go to the
Lemurs concert this weekend.

My anniversary is next month.
It is not 2012.

What year are you from?

2077.

You are not from 2077!

Why would I lie about that?

Well, if that's true,
then you are screwed.

Mmm. A bone handle!

Our division commander
had one of these.

Yeah, I never liked that guy.

Nice shot.

I missed.

Where the hell am I?

Corner of Pender and Beatty.

How did you know that?

Look, I don't know
what's going on either,

but there's no way you and I should
even be talking to each other.

Now, we're communicating
on a next-gen liquid chip

experimental frequency that's
encrypted from my end.

Liquid chip?

Yeah, it's proprietary.

You created this technology?

Yes.

You're Alec Sadler.

You know me?

None of this makes any sense.

Okay, wait.
Let's figure this out, okay? Meet me.

No.
You're going to need money.

You're going to need
a place to stay, right?

That's the first thing you've
said that does make sense.

Good, then what
I want you to...

Hello?

Am I the only one to point
out the obvious here?

Listen, Travis.

Even if we manage to
make an impact in this time,

there's still enough years between now
and the revolution to turn it around.

The revolution is on
our schedule, Kellog.

The war begins now.

Now, about me.

Hello?

Get out of my head, Alec.

You can't shut me out.
I built the system we're talking on, remember?

But I understand you think by
telling me what I'll become,

it'll create some
sort of paradox

whereby my knowing,
it won't actually happen?

But what you may not
know is that there are

two schools of
quantum time travel theory.

On the one hand, you've
already changed the future

by going back in time.

The damage is done, you can't
stop what's already been started.

What's the other?

That this journey is part of your
own timeline from the future.

That is to say that all these events
have actually happened before,

and you're simply going
through the motions, again.

Does that mean I'll
get back to my time?

If that's what happens,
or happened.

It's a little confusing,
even for me.

Or maybe you're just some expert hacker
thief who stole all my research,

and this is some
elaborate ruse.

You're so pretty.

What?

Not cool.

Turn it off, Alec.

Is it Off?

Yeah, it's off.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Something just happened.
I'm getting a lot of interference.

Relax. It's probably my CMR.

CMR?
Cellular Memory Re view.

I am outfitted with
a CMR bio-upgrade.

A memory pack is implanted into
my skull and records telemetry,

video and audio to my cortex.

It's to be used in
chain of evidence in trials.

So no one needs to testify.
It's all recorded.

Everything is on playback?

I usually download everything to the
CPS server at the end of the day.

Very funny, mister!

You can have him
back when you're done.

Soy-moo, again?

Kiera. See you
after work, sweetheart.

I'll meet you on the train.

Kiera.

Bye, Dad.

How old is your son, Kiera?

That's enough for tonight.

Shit.

Backup.

God damn.

They catch an employee,

they call him a rogue trader,
they throw him in jail.

My son is right.
When the bank CEO does it,

they bail him outwith our money.
How is that justice?

Sorry.

Alec, did you sleep in the
barn again last night?

Yeah, sorry. Big project.

No need to be sorry.
This is my stepson, Alec.

Why don't you join us?

Um, maybe some other time.

It was nice meeting you.
All of you.

You too.

Okay, uh... Long night.

I think I'm gonna
go grab a shower.

Mmm-hmm.

All right.

He's not ready.

Not yet.

Good evening.

Police in Portland are trying
to locate the shooter

in a gangland slaying that
took the lives of three men

in a brazen evening
attack last night.

I have to say we're absolutely
not surprised to find them here.

...describe automatic
gunfire from a black SUV

as several patrons
were leaving the restaurant.

Police have not released
the identity of the victims,

but a spokesperson said the
gunmen were known to police,

and have ties to gang
activity in the area.

Can you believe this?

What have you got?

All signs point
to an explosion.

But there are no
bomb fragments,

no evidence of combustible
material, no residue at all.

How is that even possible?

Yeah. Good question.

Do you recognize her?

Not one of mine.

Just give me a sec, huh?

Excuse me.

Can I help you?

No, thank you.

Uh, see, I don't think
you understand.

This is a crime scene, so I'm going
to have to ask you to leave.

You're law enforcement?

Detective Carlos Fonnegra.
Special Investigations Unit.

So if you could just...
You brought in a suspect last night.

Male. 30's. Red jumpsuit.
Probably intoxicated.

We did.

Are you suggesting he has something
to do with this explosion?

Yes. Did you bring in
any other suspects last night?

No, just the one
you described.

You saying he's
part of a gang?

A very dangerous one.

There are six others
headed somewhere this way.

And I'm assuming at least
one of them is injured.

You know quite a bit
about this incident.

What agency are you with?

I'm, uh...

I think I'm
going to get going.

Hey, hey, whoa, whoa!
Hey, come on.

Anything you can add
to help lighten my workload

would be greatly
appreciated, trust me.

I'm sorry, I don't
want to get in trouble.

And this isn't my jurisdiction

Okay, look, this character
that we brought in last night,

he's got no ID, he's not
telling us his name.

He doesn't show up in
any print or DNA databases.

A little help would be nice.

His name is Lucas Ingram, and you
won't find him in any database.

See? What else you got?

I've said too much already.

Okay, come on. I think both
of us know that you're a cop.

I don't know why you're
pretending not to be.

Aren't we supposed to
be on the same side?

You know, helping
each other out?

Linda Williams, Detective.

Portland PD, number 1272.

Portland?

You know, you showing
up without approval

could be quite
the political hot potato.

Ah. Don't sweat it.

Nice to meet you,
Detective Williams.

What do you say I put you
in a room with, uh...

What's his name? Lucas Ingram.

Then you can decide whether
or not you want to help me.

Thanks.

All right, follow me.

Hey. Hey, Carlos.

Well, you seem to
have adjusted quickly.

Where are the others?
Probably doing things they shouldn't be.

Answer the question, Ingram.

Please, the adults
are talking right now.

Detective, could you
give us a minute?

I think it might help.

Who fixed you
up in the prison?

What are you talking about?
The device was smuggled in.

You had someone on the inside.

What difference does it make?
You can't go back and file a report.

How do you get back to 2077?

You can't undo what's been done.
We're here. We can't get back.

You don't know that.

Actually, before I joined the
movement I was a SadTech engineer,

so yes, I do.

And let me be clear.

This has always
been a one-way ticket.

Look,

with the knowledge you have,

why don't you just make some quick
money on the stock market or sports,

buy an island and just hide
out when shit hits the fan?

Stay out of our way and
we'll leave you alone.

Do you know who I am?

You're a Protector.

Yeah, a Protector.

Just a nobody cop.

You, you're somebody.

And I bet with the right person
and the proper means to look,

I could find out
quite a bit about you.

ls the right person me?

Yes, I'm talking to you!

What?
It is me!

Okay, sweet,
what are we looking for?

You were born Lucas Talbert.

Talbert, got it.

You took your
mother's name, Ingram,

when your father
went to prison.

She was... Oh, correction.
She will be born in Victoria

a few years from now
to Kent and Mary-Lee Ingram.

Mary-Lee Ingram, found her.

66 Beaconsfield Road.

66 Beaconsfield Road.

It's on a cul-de-sac.

Last house on the right.

That's the price of
being a famous terrorist.

You wouldn't.

Right before I
buy that island.

Wait!

I'll tell you what I know.

What did you say to him?

We talked about his future.

My boss wants a word.

So this Ingram character is linked
to gang activity in Portland?

I just spent the better part of a
decade crushing the local gangs,

and I'll be damned if some Oregon
start-ups are going to come up here

and make camp in my backyard.

You understand me, Detective?

Yes, sir.

Then enlighten me.

My hunch is they are
moving their territory north.

They're part of a larger gang.

West Coast-based.

Started in Portland.

They will expand
rapidly by taking over

other gang chapters
and affiliates.

Did you guys
call in the Marines?

Stay back, folks.

You can expect well-coordinated
and violent criminal activity.

A ruthless disregard for the law
and some unorthodox tactics.

So you're an expert?

Gang task force or
something like that?

Something like that.

Who's your direct supervisor?
Your lieutenant?

My direct supervisor, sir?

Who do you report to?

I want to know who to thank for
setting up a Portland-based operation

in my precinct
without my authorization.

Still waiting, Detective.

Yeah.

Put him through.

Walt.

Woah, woah, woah, slow down.

Son of a bitch.

I have two officers down.

Their cruiser was stripped
of weapons and ammunition.

Whatever you're
talking about...

It already started.

They're following
tactical protocols.

Shelter, weapons, credits.

- Currency.
- Money? That's their plan?

We got a half
a dozen bank alarms

being triggered
all through the city.

Is this in their playbook?

It's a diversion.

What?

There's only one
bank being robbed.

And how the hell
do you know that?

Focus on the
last alarm tripped.

Why that one?

Because they wouldn't move
until they had cover.

Go.

Cavalry's on the way.
I need you to stay back.

Carlos, I need a weapon.

No, what I need you to do is stay
back and keep out of my way.

Listen to me, with guys
like these I need a weapon!

Not a chance!

So I guess a gun is
still out of the question?

I'm out.

You gotta be kidding me!

Kellog, cover the exit.

I'm on it

Flank her.

Go for the head!

Fry, bitch.

Jaworski's down!

Damn it. Jaworski!

Damn it!

She's running!
I got her, I got her!

Flank her!

She's got eyes on me!

Kiera, are you okay?

Alec, listen, no matter
what happens to me,

you have to tell people these
guys are going to start a war!

No one is going to believe me.

There are things behind the
vent in my hotel room.

Things that should convince
anyone you're telling the truth.

Promise me, Alec.

I will. I promise.

Okay.

Here we go.

You're not going anywhere.

Are you hit?
Let me go.

Not a chance.

We have you cornered!

- Friendlies!
- Clear!

Are there any more
of these guys outside?

Just these three.

We have to get
back to the station.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

I need a medic.

Inspector!

I have six dead here,
two in the alley.

Lucas Ingram?

They shot their way in here, they
broke him out of holding. He's gone.

Look, I need every cop I can
get my hands on right now.

You talk to your command.

Given your expertise
when it comes to this gang,

I'm not letting you go.
I'll handle it.

Then handle it!

Just know this means war.

You know, you pulled some
pretty crazy shit back there.

I should thank you
for saving my ass?

Yes. Yes, you should.

You know, what
I can't figure is

whether you just
like playing hero,

or if you're actually
a little bit crazy.

I know what this
group is capable of.

I've lost friends too.

Thanks for everything today.

Yeah.

They didn't have to murder
those officers like that.

They're soldiers, starting a war
that they already lost once.

So that's why they were in prison.
'Cause they lost a war?

They tried to
assassinate the heads

of the world's
largest corporations,

killing tens of thousands of
innocents as collateral damage.

So that's what they'll do now,
just pick up where they left off?

Not if I can help it.

Um...

You never told me
what happens. To me.

No, I didn't.

I'm not sure that I should.

I knew it.

It's something bad, isn't it?

Alec, I...

Forget it. You're right.

People just shouldn't know too
much about where they're headed.

Dad!

Hey! There's my boy!

Come here. Ooh!

Well, you're probably
very busy, we should go.

No, nonsense. Introduce me.

Sam, this is my boss.

That's your building.

Yes, and it's a pleasure to
meet you, young man. Finally.

And this is my wife, Kiera.

Kiera. It's long overdue.

I'm Alec Sadler.

Next time on Continuum...

Five heavily armed gunmen don't
just disappear for Christ's sakes.

How do you even know you're gonna
get us back to the right time?

I made the calculations.

The cover I created for you
is not gonna hold up.

Now is the part where you tell
me what you're doing here.

You don't even know
what you're going back to.

But I have to try.

Where's the Protector?

Who the hell are you?