Continuum (2012–2015): Season 2, Episode 5 - Second Opinion - full transcript

Previously, on Continuum...

Alec and I are in the process
of forging a business alliance.

You can't game someone's life
like this.

- Jason's a little skittish...
- Is that him?

You are connected
to these terrorists.

Until you get truthful with me,

we're going to be spending a lot
of time together.

Carlos radioed in, they were
ambushed.

How the hell did Liber8
get wind of this?

Do you think we have someone
inside feeding intel to Liber8?

Well, I wouldn't rule it out.



[Children laughing]

Have you seen Sam?

What're you doing out here,
Sam?

Your birthday party is inside.

I wish he was here.

I know you do,
he wishes he was here too.

Sometimes Dad just has
to work late.

- Is Daddy mad at me?
- Oh, sweetheart, no.

Why would he be mad at you?

He wanted to be here,

he just couldn't make
it back in time.

The good news is you get
to see him tomorrow.

We do this all over again,
and it'll be like having two birthdays.

What about...
an early birthday gift?



This one's from Dad.

It's wrapped so well,

if you're not gonna open it,
you know I'm pretty curious...

so, might just have to peek
in there myself.

Wow, cool!

Can I go play for a bit?

I'll call you when
it's time for cake.

- Look at what I got!
- Oh, what is it?

- The Colonials versus the Rebels.
- Battle of Georgia Straight!

Oh great, that's awsome!

Oh, look what we have!

2077, my time, my city,
my family.

When terrorists killed thousands
of innocents,

they were condemned to die.

They had other plans.

A time travel device sent us
all back 65 years.

I want to get home.

But I can't be sure what I'll
return to if history is changed.

Their plan to corrupt
and control the present

in order to win the future.

What they didn't plan on
was me!

S02 Ep 05
- Second Opinion -

Where are you, Mr. Escher?

That didn't take long!

Alec, I need your help.

I can't deal with this
primitive database.

Did you find anything?

No Escher anywhere.

I looked into Pyron,
privately held

so there's no annual reports

and very little
promotional material.

If Escher is running it,
he's like the Great Oz,

hands on lever,
all curtain...

In 2077, Pyron is one of
the top 20 corporations.

They have a seat
at the congress,

and Escher got them there.

Well, in 2013 they might
as well be Sadtech.

Just an idea.

- Please keep working on this.
- Yeah, I will.

Is everything okay?
You seem a little edgy.

It's...

Sam's birthday today,
I'm just not...

I have to go.

- So what've you got?
- A colossal headache.

Travis and Garza allied,
Liber8 splintered,

and both groups appealing to
completely different constituencies.

Mmm hmm.

Maybe we send this guy
in after them.

I know we could get
more on Travis

if we were following the gangs
he's coerced into joining him.

- Is this your kid's?
- Yeah. Can we focus?

Yeah, you want surveillance
on the gang clubhouses,

wire taps and satellite
GPS tracking.

How often do you
get visitation?

These gangsters are sloppy.
They lack discipline.

Travis's new army may end up
doing our work for us.

Yeah, agreed.

But, they've been breeding their
own lawyers for years now,

we can't even get near these
guys with a camera phone.

Not at the clubhouses,
but they don't live there.

Mmm hmm, they live out in
the suburbs, most of them,

in big houses with pretty wives
and 15 kids.

Maybe they're
the smart ones.

- Can I have that?
- Yeah

Look, Kiera, I know this has been a
rough week for you with your friend...

I'm going to go see what
Section Six can do for us.

...dying.

- The man himself!
- Yeah, sorry I'm late.

I'm just glad you agreed
to see me.

Anything to keep you from
playing this 'show up

when you least want it' game.

What can I say?
I'm a fan.

We're going to have to talk
about Director's insurance

and fiduciary
responsibility, partner.

What, this?

- Company car can pick you up for work.
- No way!

I live like five blocks
from here.

People wait their whole lives to see
evaluation like this go public.

All you need to do is stay
in one piece until it does.

No buts.

I haven't even agreed to do
business with you yet.

- Formality.
- You seem pretty sure.

It's because I know what's
on the other side of this door.

The question is: do you?

Get the lights here...

Ta-dah!

Still has that...
new server smell.

- Well?
- Okay.

I'll take you on as
a minority partner.

You do realize this minority
is going to be number one

in a few short years, white boy.

You've got the capital, but
you can't remember the name

of every derby winner
for the next decade.

What you want,
what you need, I got.

- It's 50/50.
- 51/49.

I'm the 51, and we're pursuing
projects I'm interested in.

I know they're mutual.

I'm also gonna need a living
space for those all-nighters.

I'll see to it.

So how secure is this place?

Every entrance is
controlled by biometrics

and RFID encoded access cards.

I need us to be really clear.

I have final say in all the science
we develop and how we use it.

That's the beauty
of our little venture.

No VC's making nice

while they wait to strip
you of your ideas.

This is it. You and me, partner.

That wasn't an answer.

You have final say.

For tomorrow, in case you
need back-up.

- Kiera, you got a minute?
- Not really.

Can you get one?
Uh, Travis Verta's escape.

I've been looking for whoever
ratted out our operation.

I thought Dillon said our
department had been cleared.

Yeah, and he asked me
to keep looking.

I found a CO of a
person who looks good,

booze, bookies, loan defaults,
all the usual markers...

- So show Dillon.
- He's not buying it.

Says it's not enough,
but he'll listen to you.

Right, me, Section Six,
my magic contacts.

No, I've made the case
with the suspect.

He has motive
and opportunity.

I just think the inspector isn't
giving this full consideration.

Okay, put it on my desk
and I'll have him review it.

- Like it's gonna make a difference.
- Thanks...

- She alright?
- That's a good question.

What the hell is going
on here?

They're taking out Dillon.

What? Why? What're
you talking about?

I can't say anymore.

[Murmuring]

No.

[whispers]
You've got to be
kidding me!

You've got to be kidding me!
Damn it!

Thank you.

- Sorry about that.
- Happens to the best of us.

- Yeah, that was uh...
- Intense?

- Lousy day.
- You... want to talk about it?

- With a complete stranger?
- Who saved your life just now.

It's just that um... there's
somebody I should be with today.

- Family?
- Birthday.

Tough missing those.

Especially with the little
ones.

Maybe you'll get
the chance later.

- What is happening?
- They fired him.

This is Inspector Nora Harris.

She's taking over
this division today.

I know everyone will cooperate in
making this a seamless transition.

Okay people, listen up.

While I familiarize myself
with the active case files,

we'll also be reviewing what
appears to be a security breach.

As a result, no computer access while
internal affairs does their search.

No leaving the office,
no cell phone calls.

It's unpleasant,

but as soon as we've contained the
situation, it'll be business as usual.

- That is all.
- This is bullshit.

Detective Fonnegra.

Your service record
is exemplary

and IA has already conducted
a rigorous check on you.

I'll need your help today,
and through this transition.

Right.

I'll be conducting some personal
interviews immediately.

Kiera Cameron is your partner,
for lack of a better term?

- Right again.
- I need to speak with her.

Where is she?

What just happened?

I was ambushed.

I needed to hang this Travis
cock-up on someone,

and Harris is here
to clean house.

Trust me, she won't hesitate to
throw anyone under the bus,

so watch your back.

What can I do to help you?

When I figure it out,
I'll be in touch.

- Jason?
- Hi!

- Why are you following me?
- Uh, wha... Cause I'm tracking you.

Okay, yes, we all agree that
you're tracking and following me.

Yeah. I should get a coffee.

Wait, I'll get you a coffee,
just tell me what you want.

- Cappuccino?
- Why are you tracking me?

Oh yeah, you know, I
have something for you.

What is this?

I have some very good skills
for a guy in your line of work.

If you're interested in time
travel, right?

I know you are.

Uh, maybe we should take
this outside.

Oh. Yeah, yeah.

We'll be back.

The tight ass in Dillon's
office is looking for you.

- Yeah, we're old friends.
- You're kidding.

Forget it.

Just keep it together,
alright?

I'm fine. Listen.

We are chasing our own tail.

Who stands to benefit
from sidelining us?

Liber8.

We've already cancelled out the chance of
there being a mole in this department.

Maybe we missed it.

There must be somewhere else
to look.

Some other way to look.

- No, we have, we've searched through...
- Special Agent Cameron.

Nice to see you again. Join me?

Kiera's not with the police...
officially.

So officially, she should have
nothing to worry about.

Call it courtesy.

She still has the right to
a department lawyer.

- Should we get you one?
- Should you?

I'm sure we'll be done quickly.

That wasn't an answer.
Kiera...

Alec.

Oh, Alec, I really hope
you're listening right now.

Today's date is March 15, 2013.

Present are: VPD
Inspector Nora Harris,

Detective Ed Lam,
and Special Agent Kiera Cameron.

The nano circuits and relays,

they don't require
super cooling

to achieve maximum efficiency
under normal conditions...

Kiera?

Let the record show,
Special Agent Cameron

has waived her right
to council.

Her cell phone.

- I gotta go!
- Hey, is that Kiera? Wait, wait!

We're investigating
a possible mole.

We'll need your phone
until you've been cleared.

Don't worry, I can wipe
it from my end.

What is he doing here?

I've asked Agent Gardner
to join us.

A third party ensures
transparency for all of us.

Imagine. I'm here
to protect you.

This is your witch hunt?

Let the record also show that Agent
Gardner from CSIS has joined us.

In case you run out of
questions?

Just think of this as a continuation
from our earlier meeting, Kiera.

It can be that easy.

Now.

Your record does intrigue me.

Essentially, you're here on
your own recognizance,

supported by some
electronic bread crumbs

that all lead to one place.

Section Six.

An organization apparently
backed by the US Government.

Yet neither the FBI or the NSA
have ever heard of it.

- How does that work?
- That's need to know.

Inspector Dillon accepted your
credentials because you are effective.

I admire his zeal.

But look where it got him.

And your effectiveness is a
matter of debate, frankly.

We'd like to know what
your case officer has to say.

You can call him. Or her.

Now.

Kiera, this is serious!

- I need time to build you a new cover.
- That won't work.

I'm almost at the lab, just hold
them off till I get there.

Is it because you have
to invent?

Cameron. A name.

I'm not going to tell you
anything about myself,

my handlers, or Section Six.

If you're looking for a mole,
search my computer.

Go through my phone.

We are.

Just a second!

Now this is interesting.

There's nothing in here
about her family.

But we talked about them
when we met.

And yet, they're completely
absent from your record.

You misunderstood me.

Someone you were supposed
to be with?

A family member? A son?

And today is his birthday.

Alright Kiera, be careful.
I'm building you a new record.

Just hold them off.

Is your son with your husband?

I don't have a family.

What's that?

May I have that back?

Is this another one of your
fantasies, Cameron?

Fake government agents that employ
you, family that loves you.

Give it back.

- No birth certificate.
- How old is he?

Seven? Eight?

- No marriage certificate.
- We will find him.

And then we'll find you.

You can't do...

- I think he's gonna miss this.
- He doesn't exist!

- I will kill you!
- Kiera! Go easy!

Kiera!
Kiera!

You know, I think we might
be on to something here.

Cameron?

- Who are you?
- Who are you?

I could write you up
for this!

Officer Cameron, you just threatened
the life of a fellow officer.

I need to see that you can
regain control of your emotions.

- What?
- That's called assault.

I'm Mr. Fairweather,
from CPS.

I'm sorry, I...

I'm here to do your
psych review.

I need a minute.

Whoa, you're not going
anywhere.

We're concerned that you're
a danger to yourself

and to others so
I've taken you offline.

Let's start with your son.
Sam.

- I'll be right back.
- Wait! We're not done!

Jeff, let her sweat it out.

Obviously, your relationship with
Sam is a stressor of some kind.

My relationship?

Let's gain some clarity so we
can get you back in the field.

Alec?

No, Sam.

Kiera, I suggest
you don't test me,

we've only got so much time.

How much time?

I'm part of your CMR coding,

I'm familiar with your
personal history,

and I have access
to all your files

so I'm certain we can get
you operational in no time.

You're not answering
my question.

I do provide an authentic
therapy experience.

How much time?

You're feeling enough
pressure for now.

How much time for what?

Nothing.

How much time?

I'd like to see you operationally
functional in an hour.

And if I'm not?

If I find you at less than
80 percent efficiency,

the memory that is causing
you the most distress

will be erased.

- I need my COM's back.
- Certainly. That's why I'm here.

- But your recent outburst...
- That wasn't an outburst!

They are trying to take
me down!

As I said, your record
is exemplary.

But since she's been assigned
to this department,

you've been involved in some
questionable calls.

If that's your read.

Read me this:

how is it that Cameron's
always just one step ahead?

There's no way that Kiera
is Liber8.

- Where does she get her intel?
- Section Six.

- It doesn't exist.
- Yeah, so you keep saying.

Would you not be ashamed
to throw your career away

on a woman that no one trusts?

You don't work alongside her
every single day, okay?

She, she takes some risks.

Crazy risks to bring down
Liber8!

I have a different
interpretation.

I believe Section Six is a
legend that she created.

Travis Verta's escape
is still a mystery.

As is her own miraculous
survival during the shoot-out.

Unless you realize Liber8
wouldn't kill their own agent.

Their mole.

Are you sure there isn't some light
you can shed on this, Carlos?

Are you sure you don't have
some questions of your own?

- Let me speak with Alec.
- Alec.

Can he help you moderate
your behaviour?

Well, he invented you,

and you are attempting to
moderate my behaviour,

so I would say a resounding
'yes'!

Yes.

- He invented?
- Alec Sadler.

True. You're in contact?

Ah, also true.

So, can I?

Please Alec be there.

Suit signature is... nowhere,

CMR is offline...

Come on.

[Phone ringing]

- Hello?
- Who is this?

Hello, Alec.

Crap.

What did you mean when
you said Sam didn't exist?

Please, let me speak with Alec,

and I swear we can
talk about Sam.

Alec?

- Kiera! You're back!
- Only for a moment.

What happened? Your CMR
totally shut down.

Oh, cognitive therapist, cool.

My biometrics triggered
a psych eval.

You have an onboard shrink?

- What did you do?
- Nothing.

Is that what you think?

I lost my temper.

So Dr. Feelweird cut us off?
Unbelievable!

Let me check the code.

- I'm locked out.
- No outside operator has access

until the results of the
review are completed.

- Even Alec Sadler.
- I designed you!

Will... design you.

What do you think I should change when
it comes time for me to design it?

Remove its ability to erase
my memories!

Only those memories
causing the distress

leading to the disruption
of functionality.

Only my whole life, then.

You won't know me.

I won't know anybody.

I'll figure something out.

Time is up.

Okay, full psychological health
in an hour or less.

Let's do it.

You seem most upset
about your son, Sam.

I miss him. More than I can say.

So you've repressed the grief,
turned it into anger.

I worry that I may never
get back to him.

I don't see anything in your file
about a separation or divorce.

How come you don't see him?

Because he hasn't been
born yet.

What makes you think that?

Because he hasn't.

You don't know
what time this is.

No record of psychosis
in the family...

This is the year 2013.
I am in the year 2013,

it is my son's birthday and
he hasn't been born yet.

- Extreme psychological break.
- No.

Do you know where you are?
I mean, when?

Look around you!

This is the year 2013,
this is it!

And they use these
to dry their hands.

- Hey, you alone?
- Yeah.

- We've got a problem.
- Yeah, no kidding.

I kept files on you.
For Dillon.

It was before we were sure
of your agenda.

- He had me track you.
- How thoroughly?

Well, if Nora or Gardner
sees them,

those files might
cause you problem.

Might?

There are cell traces that put
you in places you shouldn't be.

Video too, of the power plant
when Liber8

killed our strike team,
of the time you were...

Can you erase them?

Nora and Gardner
locked me out.

There's a data team hacking
my firewalls as we speak.

It's only a matter of time.

There's a program on here that
will execute a full system wipe.

If I can get into your office.

Okay.

Betty?

What else is in those files?

I went to a Liber8
meeting once,

it was a grassroots thing,
research for Dillon.

But it wasn't exactly
sanctioned.

- They'll think you're the mole.
- I'm in deep shit, too.

I need my weapon systems.
Active camouflage.

I am unable to clear you,
your root problem remains.

This can't wait.

A good officer might be arrested
for just doing her job.

You need to deal
with your loss.

To tackle head on the underlying
cause of your anxiety.

- And more importantly, your guilt.
- What guilt?

Kiera, you abandoned
your child.

Does this look like 2077?

The office does
appear archaic.

Get in touch with your duty,
officer.

You can't, can you?

Because CPS doesn't exist
in the past.

- But I spoke with Alec Sadler.
- Eighteen year old Alec Sadler.

He hasn't even invented
you yet.

I am having issues connecting
with the CPS servers.

I have travelled back
in time.

I have left behind everybody
I've ever cared about.

So tell me, please, how exactly
am I supposed to function?

That's an excellent question.

- Are you going to answer it?
- If this is 2013...

Then your program
doesn't apply to me.

I can't be evaluated
because there is no CPS.

Betty Robertson?

Can you join us?

Cameron.

You're still not off the hook.

Betty, the Liber8 mole? Come on.

Take a seat.

You want to tell Carlos
what we found?

There are a number of protected
files hidden on Betty's hard drive.

We haven't been able
to open them all yet,

but the one that we
did was illuminating.

You attended a Liber8 meeting.

Betty?

Yeah. I went to a
low level meeting.

But only to find out
how they organized.

But why bother when you've
got Kiera and Section Six

feeding you this great
information?

Because Dillon wanted
to infiltrate the group.

I was just doing my job.

Then explain why there's no record
of Dillon ever giving such an order.

Well, it's in the files.

I saw it, I did Carlos,
I swear.

You know there's no file,
Betty.

- Take her to holding.
- No, there's a file in there!

- This is ridiculous.
- Formal charges pending.

You just haven't looked...

Okay let me...

I'll find this file for you.

This meeting is over,
Ms. Robertson.

Listen, you just haven't found the
file, there's a file in there!

Are you freakin' kidding me?

Are you joking?

You're going to take me away
because Dillon gave the order?!

Where do you come from?

Call Dillon!

- Dillon can't help you now, Ms. Robertson.
- Call Dillon, Carlos.

Did Dillon mention anything about
sending Betty to those meetings?

You're out of line, Gardner.

Did he say anything to you?

This is a mistake, and
it's going to get handled.

There's only one question left.

Was Cameron in on it
with her?

Fairweather, I need
my systems back.

Alright.

I think about him every day.

Every move I make, I wonder,

does this hurt him?
Am I harming him?

And then it gets worse.

I love him so much,

and I don't even know
if he lives.

- That's all theory.
- Not to me.

All those questions that
can never be answered.

In that way, madness lies.

All you have to do
is open your heart.

- I can't.
- I know it hurts.

It will destroy me.

- Because?
- Because I left him.

I didn't even say goodbye.

You know how kids are,
they...

No, you don't. So I'll tell you.

They always think
it's their fault.

I'm the one that left.

That died.

And I know that Sam lies
awake in bed every night

thinking that there was
something he could have done

to keep me from going
to work that day.

So tell him it's not his fault.

He's not real.

He's a version of Sam
that exists in your mind.

Pulled from your memories.

You seem to want to keep
these memories, Kiera.

So use them.

[Crying]
Hi, baby.

God, I miss you so much,
I am so happy to see you.

I've been trying really hard
to get back to you,

and now I'm not sure
I can.

And I know that you must think
I'm dead,

and I want to tell you so badly
that I'm not.

I'm sorry that I didn't get
to say goodbye.

I would never,
ever leave you.

It's not your fault.

You are the best thing
that ever happened to me.

I love you.

I miss you every day,

but I will always be with you.

I will always be with you.

I promise.

And now I'm going
to let you go.

I love you.

I love you, Sam.

A lot of truth there.

- But you didn't let him go.
- No, I never will.

Perhaps you don't have to,
but something has to change.

I know.

I have to accept the truth that
I may never get back to him.

It doesn't mean I have
to stop trying.

But it means I have to accept
that I may never get there.

We'll get this
straightened out.

Your friend.

What will they do next?

Arrest me.

Charge me with espionage.

Throw me in prison.

Can they?

Whatever's in Betty's computer is going
to present a pretty convincing case.

So what're you going
to do about it?

If I'm stuck here,

I'm not going down
without a fight.

Program terminated.

System restored.

Some new information
has come to light

that you should be aware of.

We think that Betty's the mole,

and that you're
working together.

[chuckle]

A very thorough review of
this unit's case files

revealed that Betty
was the only person,

other than you and
Fonnegra and Dillon,

who handled information
relating to Section Six.

Starting with the day your cover
story first appeared online.

We checked.

Section Six didn't exist before
Betty went looking for it.

Take your time.
But not too long.

We found some additional files
on Betty's hard drives.

Care to comment
on what's in 'em?

Pass.

I'd hoped you'd be smarter
than this.

I'm really glad you weren't.

Kiera, you're back!

What were you doing?

Don't you want to hear
my side of the story?

My data team has
Betty's passwords.

Once we find the connections,

anything you have to say
will be moot.

If... those files even exist.

- They exist, alright.
- Gardner.

Oh, that was for me. Got it.

Looks like you beat me to it,
those files are gone.

No, that's impossible.

Hold on, there's a Trojan Horse
in her root directory.

It's a nasty one.

It's set up to send out
information on the VPD server.

A virus.

The code is written to leave
a trail like someone would

if they were sending
the information.

What did you say?

Liber8 put an electronic mole in place
that framed Betty when it was found!

Liber8 embedded a Trojan virus
to make it appear

Betty was feeding them
information.

The truth is, they just set her
up to cover their intentions.

Check it out.

- I'll shut it down.
- No.

- Make it obvious.
- Make what obvious?

That's a great idea!

And with a few improvements,

I'll control the flow
of information.

The perfect mole is the one
you think you've caught.

The obvious one.

In reality, you've just
let your guard down

to the real danger.

You should be seeing the
Trojan pop-up... now.

She's right.

It's good to have you back,
Kiera.

Ms. Robertson is free to go.

We still need to discuss
your family.

- Section Six.
- Tell me to go.

Excuse me?

Have me escorted
out of the building.

You have the power
to do that.

I am under no obligation
to prove anything to you

because technically,
I do not work here.

Ask anyone in this building

if they would rather have
me alongside them or not,

and then do what you want.

But enough dancing
around the issue.

The call is yours. Make it.

Remind me never to play poker
with you.

- What're you doing here?
- I've been waiting for ya!

I knew you'd be thinking
about my offer,

I didn't want to miss the boat.

Why did you give me
those diagrams?

Because I wanted you to know
I was for real

and that I had something
to offer in my offer.

Yeah.

Jason, did you have something to
do with that time travel device?

Well, I... I know it.

I mean, I knew it.
No, I know it.

You know it better.
You will know it.

Do you think we could start working
on those schematics first thing?

If we're lucky, and if
you're interested,

we might even be able to reverse
engineer a way home for you.

Reverse engineer?

I know somebody
who would love that.

Yeah, me too.

- Wanna start now?
- Yeah.

Retinal scanner, juicy.

Hey, you okay?

I'm good.

I can't thank you enough
for today.

You can... you can owe me one.

Done.

- Good night.
- Good night, Betty.

Carlos, I'm fine.

Go home.

Okay.

I love you, Sam.

Happy birthday.

How'd it go?

I'm here, aren't I?