Continuum (2012–2015): Season 2, Episode 8 - Second Listen - full transcript

Previously on Continuum...

Do you think I'm pretty?

Someone removed
Elena's body.

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

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

Where's Alec Sadler?

You hear about Jowarski
and Chen?

Someone claiming
to be Section Six

just took two bodies
from the morgue.

You and me, working together...
What've we got to lose?

Number four.



You.
Come with me.

Heavy security tonight.
The CPS escort, I mean.

Hand over the metal.

You like?

- We can make this fast and easy.
- I doubt that.

He's a very old man.

Come back in an hour.

You look very pretty,
Jasmine.

2077. My time. My city.
My family.

When terrorists killed
thousands of innocents,

they were condemned to die.

They had other plans.

The time travel portal
sent us all back 65 years.

I want to get home,



but I can't be sure what I will
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,

is me.

S02 Ep08
= Second Listen =

- Drop it!
- Hands up where I can see 'em!

- Get out!
- Get out of my car!

Is Brandy gonna be ok?

I would be more worried
about your situation.

You two braniacs
rented a van that was used

in commission of a crime.

Used by a Mr. Miller
and Mr. Warren?

Never heard of 'em.

You've never heard of the corpses
that they lifted from the morgue?

No?
Jowarski and Chen?

We also found your prints on a
casket that was dug up recently.

Grave robbing is
a major felony,

and you add that to
the drug charge?

You guys are going back to prison
for some very serious time.

We weren't robbing it. We
were just going to move...

Shut the hell up, Bicksor,
I swear!

You were saying?

Shouldn't I talk to a
lawyer or something?

Yeah, if we were cops you should
probably talk to a lawyer, yeah.

But he's a loose cannon, and the woman
in the coffin was a friend of mine.

That means she's taking it
very personally.

That? That was just
me warming up.

Dig up the body, transport it, the
money was there waiting for us.

That's all I know.

Transport it where?

There. Check the cab.

- Clear!
- Same here.

I'll get my people to work.
I'll track down the owners.

See if there's a paper trail.
Security footage.

I'll get my people
on it as well.

You want some help
with that?

You want this to work, or
you wanna break up now?

Is this your idea of
pranking in the future?

No.

In basic, we did reboot a cadet's
CMR while he was sleeping

and he practically
ricocheted out of his body.

- Hilarious.
- I know.

But, he was alive.

You're asking me to remotely trigger
the com channel of a dead person

and use their CMR to look
through their dead eyes?

Technically, it's possible.
Then, once we connect...

It's weird and it's creepy, and I
feel like I'm reanimating the dead.

Actually, that's kinda cool!

Alright, I'm just going
to use the same protocol

from when we reactivated
Elena's CMR...

- And killed her.
- And DIDN'T kill her.

And look, I've already found it.
Man, it's still ticking.

When future me invents a thing,
I really invent a thing.

- No GPS coordinates.
- Yeah, it's weird.

We can still look around.

Alright, cue the Gorimator.

Who is that?

Alright, try the next node.

There! That's it!
Power's pooling up!

That's not good! Is
your computer ok?

Yeah, they're on isolated
circuits.

Man, that power surge must have
been like half a kilowatt!

Can you imagine
the potential?

- If we had all the sections?
- Yes, Yes!

Imagine the...

the money...

Draining out of my bank account
as we speak!

What is he still doing here?
I thought we discussed this.

I bring a world of experience
and day-olds.

- He's actually really helpful.
- At what?

Fishing refundable bottles
out of dumpsters?

You're supposed to be working on
the arc project, not time travel.

If we can harness
a processing core,

that's like accessing the biggest,
fastest computer known to man!

I think you're underestimating
it's potential.

Really?

Because all I see is a worn out piece of
junk from the future with no potential.

- I'm gonna go now.
- Good idea!

Why don't you?

You know the way out.

Look, I'll talk to you later,
this will all blow over.

- Give him a break.
- No, I get it, I get it.

I understand.

Time travel, right?

Exhilarating!

Heroic, even.

Guys like you don't get
that chance very often.

- Guys like me?
- Brainiacs.

You know, geniuses.

You park yourself
behind the computer,

and you change the world
keystroke by keystroke.

But no one understands
that heroism.

Naturally, you wanna dream
a little larger.

And Alec, believe me. You will.

I mean, I am living proof.

But, pardon the pun,
there's time for that.

Arc is now.

You said so yourself, it's
gonna create a new matrix

in protecting our privacy,
our security...

How we engage the world, how we
communicate with one another...

- It's going to change the world!
- And Alec, you're going to change it.

Yeah, and you're going to sell it.
The master key to the internet.

We keep the key.
We sell the services.

Cracking encryptions,
overwriting computer systems,

information control.

Yeah. And then I become death.

The destroyer of all worlds.

Oppenheimer was making
a nuclear bomb.

- It's a different bottle, same genie.
- I know you see the good in this, Alec.

And I see the good in you!

So come on,
what do you say?

Let's make some billions,
improve some lives,

a little heroism on the side.

Have you gotten a tetanus
shot lately?

I'm banking on immunity.

I could eat this off
the floor of your lab.

Ever thought of
moving there?

Not until this moment.

There's a lot more privacy,

and there's that little
room upstairs...

you ok?

Yeah. Just... this,

right now, with you...

it's the best moment
I've had in weeks.

Kellog's interference
at the lab,

and this whole mess
with Julian and my mom...

I thought your mom
forgave you?

Yeah, she's been weird
ever since the trial.

I mean let's face it, I turned
her testimony into perjury.

She did that. You
told the truth.

What else could you do?

- Yeah, it just makes me wonder.
- What?

She just lied so easily
on the stand,

maybe she's lied
about other things.

- Such as...?
- I don't know... my dad?

Maybe he didn't die
in that fire.

Maybe my mom lied and he's
been alive this whole time.

- That's a hell of a leap.
- Yeah, I know.

This is another one of
our body snatchers?

Where'd you get this image?
Section Six had a similar case...

- I dug it out of the file.
- When was that?

No name, no history, just...
a picture.

My people are working on it.

You present a suspect
with no explanation,

and I'm just supposed
to take your word for it?

Yes, that's how this has
to work.

Ok, so let me clarify here.

Just because you and I appear
to share a common goal

doesn't give you a get
out of jail free card.

I don't need that card
already, do I?

Maybe our grave
robbers can I.D. him.

They've been shipped off to
court for their arraignment.

Looks like we're going out
on a field trip.

- Should I be jealous?
- What?

Of course not.

We're just... enjoying
a temporary detente.

Mutual interests.

- Keep your friends close...
- And your enemies in a vice-like grip.

Yeah, but who's
gripping who?

A few weeks ago,
I tried Flash.

I wanted to try to remember
my dad and I think I did!

I had this memory from
when I was little...

it was me, my mom,
and Jason.

Yeah.

He just shows up in my life,
he knows about my work,

he knows about my
father's legacy...?

- He's batshit crazy?
- Yeah, he's a little off the bean,

but sometimes he's so on,
it's a little scary!

What if Jason's my...

It's easy enough
to gather the proof.

A little DNA. Hair, saliva...

Yeah.

Do it. Find out.

It'll get you some peace.

- Didn't you just give him a piece?
- You are so out of line!

You're so right, and
you're just jealous.

Honestly, I don't know
what you see in the guy.

He's got many talents.

Well, you've lead a
very sheltered life.

Alec Sadler's phone, how
may I direct your call?

Hi, it's Kiera... is he there?

Hello Kiera!

Yes, let me see
if he's available.

One moment, please.

- Hey, Kiera, what's up?
- Is she in the lab?!

No, we're at my place
if you must know.

I'm in his pants,
not in his lab!

You need to protect yourself, and
everything that you're doing.

How long has Kiera the cop been the
bane of his existence, anyhow?

She showed up when he did.

You and Kellog should start a band,
you're singing the same song.

- I hate to agree with Kellog, but...
- Then don't.

Kellog doesn't know what he's talking
about, with my work or with Emily.

If he's pressuring you on
something, don't blindly comply.

Kellog wants what's best
for Kellog.

- And how is that different from you?
- You're right. I do have an agenda.

- But Alec, I'm here for you.
- Right.

- Which currently translates as...?
- Mystery men, the body snatchers?

Yeah, I think I can work with the sound
from when we zombie-hacked Elena,

build up a sonographic
portrait,

an ultrasound of the location.

That sounds great!
Hear how I did that?

Goodbye, Kiera.

Hey, making bail doesn't mean
you're out of the woods.

Hey! That's the one that violated
my civil rights, right there!

- Don't make a scene.
- That's good advice.

No body's been recovered,
this case is getting tossed.

Is that a fact?

My clients were walking through a
cemetery, There's no criminality in that!

Shit!

Get some uniforms
in here right now.

Somebody call an ambulance!

Stay back! Stay back!
Cameron!

I've never seen anything
like this before.

Ok, then speculate.

There are no puncture wounds.

There are no wounds
of any kind.

I need to do an autopsy
to determine

whether poison was involved,
but the visible trauma

suggests an aneurism.

Aneurisms.

Or maybe not. I'll...

Both at the same time.
Right before testifying.

Could be an extremely
low frequency.

A concealed weaponized
ELF destructor?

No, I don't think so.

What, too sci-fi for you?

I can think of something
more sci-fi than that.

There. Camera three.

See that guy right there?
Can you back it up?

Freeze. There. Zoom in.

That's him!

That's the guy
from the morgue.

I'll show you what I've done
so far!

It's actually an idea
of my father's.

You know, I've never
really

I wanna work on the time travel,
I mean that's what I know...

Yeah, sure.

It's how you got back here,

same explosion that
brought back the others,

except you landed in
1992 which is two years

before I was born...

Do you remember anything
from then?

Just after you arrived,
people you may have met?

No... well, I told
you before...

there was a lot of confusion,
a lot of gaps...

You really like this work,

Yeah, it has potential.

Kiera I can assure you,
he doesn't work for me.

Now I'm sure you've got the tech that'll
tell you exactly where I stand on this.

And I'm sure you know something about
this man, or who he works for.

Unfortunately, I can't help
you with specifics.

But you're quite right, he and
his associates are dangerous.

Both to you, and to me.

- Because you're a time traveller.
- Time traveller?

You have no personal items
in this office.

No diploma's in frames, no golf
trophies, no family photos.

- I've never been nostalgic.
- I suppose it comes with the territory.

Are you here to analyze me?

You reached out to me,
remember?

Said we had a common
interest?

I guess that was
an empty gesture.

They have tattoos.

On their hands, it's...
it's subtle.

It's a series of dots
between their fingers.

- Does that help?
- Who are they?

You call them freelancers, but
they have no formal identity.

That would imply they exist.

They're more of a cult,
and the time continuum

is their chess board, and
people like us are a liability

because we understand
what's at stake.

- What do they want?
- What everyone wants.

Power. Control.

- I don't want that.
- Are you sure?

After your call I checked
our files for anyone

with the marks you described,

and I missed this John Doe.

To be fair, the broken neck
got most of my attention.

- What's his story?
- Found in an east side dumpster,

broken arm, broken neck,
bruising...

he was in the fight
of his life.

- Lost.
- No I.D.?

- No grieving relative, girlfriend...?
- No, not to date.

I mean, you can understand
how they'd be missed.

Seemingly random,
look like birthmarks.

Freckles, maybe?

They were supposed
to be missed.

They look like tattoos.

Better than that.

I put them under a microscope,
check this out,

you're not going
to believe it.

Some kind of code.

Okay, this tattoo pattern
has shown up before.

Last November, Emery Wallace,
83 years old,

dies in a retirement home.

Insurance company
requires an autopsy,

they note the pattern
on his right hand.

Same three fingers.

Ten years ago Tommy Oliver,
apparent suicide,

same markings.

- Any other connections?
- Well, not at first glance,

but Oliver and Wallace aren't
exactly who they seemed.

You see, they both died. Twice.

Once the time Betty just mentioned,
and decades earlier as infants.

False identities.

Re-used the paperwork
of dead infants.

And all men used the same legal
firm to probate their wills.

A tiny company called
Fisker and Associates.

Good work.

I'm going to need copies of
all these files, please.

That'll take five minutes.

What do you think?

I think that we're
on to something,

I'm not exactly sure
what it is yet.

What do you say we take a trip
to Fisker and Associates?

You go ahead, I've got...

Things that you've gotta do.
With your people.

Section Six.

Nevermind, I got this.

I remember what
it's like to be that guy.

I actually feel kinda sorry
for him.

He's got a project,

and it keeps him away from
the more important truths.

How long until
it's operational?

You can't write code like this
overnight!

What I'm trying to create is
essentially sentient.

And your little orange slice
makes it possible.

Yeah, I'm not sure how long
it keeps Arc in the forefront,

but I guess in your world we only
have to be first, not the best.

We can be the best,
I'm sure of it.

So more segments,
more better?

More segments,
more power so...

Yeah. I guess, more better.

Except that absolute power corrupts
absolutely, you know that whole caveat.

- I have no idea what you mean.
- Look.

What I can do with this,
right now, it's a lot.

And... are you satisfied
with that?

With... a lot?

Hello?

Alec man, we set off some
serious trip wires here.

- Could really use your help.
- Are you serious?

You remember NASA?
This is worse.

I can remote you?

Dude, I got three guys throwing
smoke screens over here, ok?

Plus, do you want to compromise
your server?

Mirror? Come on, man.
I need you.

- Alright. I've got to...
- Step out?

Yeah, me too.

There's great things coming
our way, Alec.

I can feel it.

Mr. Fisker will be back shortly,
are you sure this can't wait?

This is official government
business, ma'am.

I don't have time to wait.

Mr. Emery Wallace.

- Very good.
- Mr. Tommy Oliver.

Do you have any information
about their beneficiaries?

- Mr. Warren, of course!
- Of course?

We come across his name
quite often.

- As a beneficiary, I mean!
- Yeah, I see.

Is this him?

Do you have an address?

- He usually drops by.
- I see. Thanks.

- You can't take those!
- I just did! Excuse me!

Who was that?

Alec?

Alec?

- Hey!
- So, you're not in the lab?

I'm an autonomous human being, you know,
I have independent functionality?

- Yes, Hal.
- Hey!

Is that your first pop culture reference?
I think it is!

Well, the first one
you'd get, anyway.

You'll have to wait, Dave, I
have a few more databanks

to wipe before I can
take care of you.

Listen, I know you're really
busy saving the world

but when you get some free time
I could really use your help

tracking down these
body snatchers.

Will it make the
world a better place?

Definitely.

Well, then consider it done.

- Thanks, Alec.
- Hey, Kiera?

- I was thinking you and Emily...
- What?

I don't know, I just think
you guys should be friends.

- We're friends.
- Just... think about it, ok?

I gotta go.

Dude!

Do you still think I'm
pretty?

- He's not here.
- Then where is he?

We'll find him.

- Garza's been here.
- How do...

Nevermind. I'll put out an APB.

Alec, please be there.

Alec! Let me in! Move!

I'll be right back.

Let me in! My boyfriend
lives here, let me in!

I have to get in there!

Kiera!

What's going on? Where's Alec?

- Was he here?
- We were.

Well, he's not here now.

- What do you know?
- What do you know?

Hold her.

Alec, Alec please be there.

Alec?

Hello?

- Kiera?
- Jason?

- Is Alec there?
- Are you?

Jason, listen. This
is very important.

I need you to look around, I
need you to look everywhere.

I need you to tell me
if Alec is there.

Alec?

He's not here.

Alec?

Kiera, I looked everywhere,
I can't find him anywhere,

even looked under the couch
in case he was hiding.

Ok, well Alec will
send up a flare,

we just have to figure out
where to look, that's all.

Well, I don't really know
if I know what to look for.

Just look for everything!
Alec's life is at stake!

Okay.

- Don't like what you asked for?
- What are you talking about?!

- So, what've you been up to?
- Are you serious?

I'm interested.

People go to a coffee shop to
talk about what they're doing!

They don't show up
and kill your friends!

- Your friends tried to run.
- You should have let them, Jesus Christ!

That's done, you're here now.
Answer.

Answer? Answer. Ok,

what I've been up to, in case
it's of interest to Liber8?

Don't try to guess,
we're talking.

That's it.

Listen to this,
three dead bodies,

they're all on the
Fisker payroll.

I think we need to pay them
another visit.

Rattle his cage.

Set up some surveillance.

- I can't join you.
- And why not?

- Something's come up.
- Cameron?

Jason, I'm back. Look, I need
you to monitor police calls,

utilities, traffic patterns, internet
spikes, power disruptions...

Ok, ok!

Cell phone service, anything!
All of it!

Alec will find a way.

- Anything?
- Not yet.

- Don't worry, he's resourceful.
- We're not going to find him here.

Stay on the radar.

Is he at the lab? Have
you heard anything?

What aren't you telling me?

If it had anything to do
with where he could be,

I'd tell you.

I'll keep you posted.

I can help.

Right now I'm working
on a super computer,

processing power orders of magnitude
faster than anything today.

- What do you do with it?
- Anything you want!

- Weapons, surveillance...?
- Yeah, I guess you could.

But I've been exploring how it can
speed up predictive modeling.

- Especially in medicine.
- How charitable of you.

I had an aunt who died of
cancer when she was 27.

So yeah, I want to create
a system that can mine

genome data sets like
a Lego set for kids.

- Guilty.
- We'll see.

- What're you doing?
- I'm not here to talk about me.

Talk? A talk is a conversation!

I'm not so good at monologues.

Come on, you're Liber8, you guys
have some interesting ideas

when you're not
murdering people!

I'm serious. I can listen.

- You're not listening.
- I am!

That's where you and
I are alike, Jasmine.

I've seen you, listening.
Watching.

Figuring out how
people work.

When you see me,
for instance, do you...

- Old, weak, slow.
- Go on?

Patronizing, curious, sensual.

I see you're warming up
to me.

The way you touch your things.
Like they're precious.

It's not the things that are
precious, it's the idea behind them.

What they can do.

I saw what you and your
advances did in the future.

Put every human
being on a leash,

jerked it when you didn't
like the behaviour.

Destroyed them if they
became inconvenient.

There are safeguards, proprietary
safeguards that I'll put in place!

Things don't have to turn
out the way you think!

Talk. Words.

Come back in ten years
and see how I'm doing!

Jason!

I've got it all up here,
scanners, cellular,

SMS, city, private video
feeds, everything!

Ok, but have you
heard anything?

Have you seen anything?

I've been looking for a pattern
like you said,

unusual activity,
lack of activity,

mostly what it is is noise.

Arc. That'll cut through it.

- What do you see?
- Nothing, an abandoned factory.

Aren't you curious
why I brought you here?

This is a monument to
your excess, your greed.

Your absolute unwillingness
to accept anything less

than everything.

This is where the disease of
your industrial empire is born.

I couldn't have built all
this without the ability

to see what's really around me.

But I'm curious about
what you see.

On our first meeting,
for instance,

the guards who brought
you in just now.

The girl. What do you see?

Observant.

When she scanned me, she watched
my hands, my feet, that's smart.

She's a prude. Pretended
not to be, but she is.

Tired.

- She's a mother.
- Because she's tired?

She had a smell. Clean. Talc.

Coloured wax. Crayons?
Under her fingernails.

Domestic.

It doesn't make sense. Why
would Garza want to grab him?

- He didn't do anything to her.
- It fits with Liber8's goals.

Change the future.

No better way to change
the future than...

Than what? No better way to
change the future than what?

- Key off Alec's image.
- Alright, alright.

Change the future...

change the architecture
of the future...

change the archite...

- is she gonna kill him?
- I need you to focus right now.

I got him!

- They're heading down there.
- Where?

- Sadtech, site one.
- Garza would take him there?

- Yeah, she'd take him there.
- Unhook me.

You bring it back to life,
you resurrect it,

and it rewards you
with an empire.

That's why being here now
is so... appropriate.

You asked me for a favour.
Do you know what it was?

- A what?
- A favour, idiot boy!

You, in the future,
asked me for a favour.

Can you guess
what you wanted?

- Dating advice?
- No, silly.

- I want something different this time.
- It's too late to ask for that.

I've always found you
an interesting girl.

Intelligent, creative.

I imagine Kagame values
these attributes, as well.

Is that why he sent you here
to kill me?

You sent me back here
to kill you.

But it makes no sense! Why would
I send you back to kill me?

Because you knew you
were a bad, bad boy.

Yeah, but I know what
I'm supposed to do,

I sent back a message
with Kiera!

What message?

To consider every step,
to change my path!

- People don't change.
- I think they can.

Shit can change you,
but choosing?

You don't even know me! What makes
you think that I can't change?

What if you could change
the course of history, Jasmine?

- What if?
- I mean really change it?

- Please.
- Please, what?

- Please don't kill me.
- I'm not killing you.

- I'm saving the world.
- No.

But I gave you the choice,
didn't I?

I mean, people keep telling me
I'm so powerful in the future,

but I gave you this decision.

It's easy to be judge and jury
now when I've done so much

and made my mistakes.

But I see something in you,
Jasmine.

I want you to decide.

- I must have wanted you to decide.
- Why?

Because you were
on the outside.

You were free of the shackles. You had
perspective that I must have lost.

Shit. You're my
insurance policy!

My failsafe!

- Pull that trigger,
- Alec goes with me.

- He's not a part of this.
- He's all of it!

- And I decide his fate!
- Why now?

He sent me to do this!

That boy is not the man
that you met.

Not brilliant? Not curious?
Not driven?

But now he understands
the danger.

He won't choose
that path again.

We all have good intentions
when we start.

Don't do it, Garza.
I know who he is!

I know what he becomes!

Goddamit, neither
of you know me!

You don't know shit
about me!

You only see what
you don't want me to be!

And I'm not him!

I won't be, not after all
this!

After all this, you think
this will make a difference?

I'm 18 years old, I'm
supposed to change the world

and I'm afraid that I might,
I'm afraid that I might not!

You guys scare the shit
out of me!

I just want to go home and
I want to see the girl

that I'm in love with

but instead I might
die over something

that I might not even do!

- Why would you trust me to do this?
- Because, unlike me,

you're weak enough and
strong enough to love.

I was willing to sacrifice
myself in your office.

Nothing's changed,
unless you do.

- Kiera!
- Alec! Hold on!

- Kiera!
- Alec!

- Kiera! I'm slipping!
- Hold on!!!

- Alec, no!
- I've got you!

I've got you!

It's ok, it's ok, it's ok.

Who the hell am I
in the future?

I sent you to protect me.

I sent her here to kill me.

- She didn't kill you, Alec.
- No, not yet.

Let's get you out of here.
Come on.

Why would a Liber8 terrorist
do this to you?

Kill your friends,
nearly kill you!

You said it yourself,
they're terrorists.

- Who knows why?
- Why are you doing this?

Whatever this is?

I'm helping the police
investigate Liber8.

Kiera is one of
their specialists.

I think that's all I can
tell you right now.

You're going to keep
doing this?

Yes, now more than ever!

Then I won't let anything happen
to either of us, I promise.

When did this become the back
seat at a drive-in theatre?

- My instructions were clear.
- Let me make myself clear.

I don't follow instructions anymore,
not from you, not from anyone.

The only opinion
that matters is mine.

So if I say she gets to be here,
then she gets to be here.

Well, look at you.

The boy becomes
the man.

I'm sorry, I don't
recognize him.

I can assure you, sir,
this information is solid.

So, really, it's up to you.

You can tell me everything
you know about him,

or in about half an hour
I can have a warrant

and a dozen agents in here to
search every inch of this place.

Please, Agent Gardner,
let me see what I can do.

I think I may have some
older files in storage.

Great, go get them.

- Emily.
- Hey.

You saved him. Thank you.

You saved him, too.

- I know I've been hard on you.
- I get it.

- We both care about him.
- Fresh start?

Absolutely, yes, that would be...
thanks.

Kiera, I...

I'll see you around.

Yeah.

Forgot the damn key.

Can you find the key to the storage
locker and bring it in here, please?

I'll get my partner
to meet us here.

Columns?

Your guess is as good
as mine.

It makes it look like he's
hiding in a Roman bunker.

A bunker. So
he's underground?

The sound is compact, dense...
no echo, very little reverb.

Without a GPS signal I really
can't give you much more.

- So the system can fail you.
- Temporarily.

But not Arc.

I think it saved your life.

Hadn't thought of it
that way.

Maybe we can use it to help
find the body snatchers.

Yeah, I'll see what
I can do.

You ok?

Yeah, better than
I expected.

I realize now I was
just afraid of the message.

And my motives.

I know now that
none of that matters.

There is no fate.

We chart our own course,
here and now.

It's Gardner. Cameron.

Gardner? Hello?

Gardner.