Commander's Log, Stardate 48481.2.
My senior staff and I have been asked
to address the annual Starfleet symposium
on the current situation in the Gamma Quadrant.
I'm looking forward to the opportunity
and to visiting my sister in Portland.
Entering Earth orbit.
Now there's something
I never get tired of looking at.
If you ask me, the seas could be a little more purple.
That's funny— I was just thinking
they weren't green enough.
I guess it's true what they say.
"There is no place like home."
No matter what color the water is.
We'd better get ready, Benjamin.
Dinner tonight with Admiral Drazman.
Oh.
Not "Droner" Drazman, the Commander
of the Proxima Maintenance Yards?
BASHIR: You're more than welcome
to come along.
The entire senior staff was invited.
Full dress uniform? Fine table linens?
A different fork
for every course?
Thanks, but no thanks.
That's why I stayed an enlisted man.
They don't expect me to show up
for these formal dinners.
Major, Constable, would you care to join us?
No, thank you.
I'd say this is strictly a Starfleet occasion.
Commander, I'm receiving an incoming emergency message.
It's from DS9.
On screen.
Commander, am I glad to see you.
KIRA: This better be good, Quark.
You're on an emergency channel.
I just received a message from the Grand Nagus.
He wants me to remind you of the critical role he played
in establishing contact with the Dominion.
SISKO: You can assure the Nagus
I will mention his assistance
prominently in my report to Starfleet.
There is one more thing, Commander.
It seems the Nagus' nephew, Belongo
is currently being held
by Starfleet authorities on Aldebaran III.
A slight misunderstanding, I'm sure.
A misunderstanding the Nagus no doubt wants to be cleared up.
I do owe him a favor.
He thinks so, too.
And to quote the 111th Rule of Acquisition...
"Treat people in your debt like family— exploit them."
I have been reading up.
You can tell the Nagus I will do everything I can
but also remind him of the 217th Rule
of Acquisition...
"You can't free a fish from water."
I'll be sure the Nagus gets the message.
She's all yours, Major.
Energize, Mr. O'Brien.
Aye, sir.
( console beeping )
That's strange.
What's wrong?
Well, nothing serious.
Just a power fluctuation
in the annular confinement beam.
Oh, well, that's impossible.
What happened?
Well, I stabilized the beam
but according to our sensors
they never materialized at their destination.
They're just... gone.
MAN: Okay, buddy, come on. Rise and shine.
Come on!
Well, look what we have here.
Who are you?
Who am I?
You believe this?
Sleeping Beauty asking me questions. Up!
Hey, Vin, we've been working all night.
Why don't we forget
about these guys?
I just want to go home
and see Sonya and the kids and get some sleep.
What are you, an anarchist?
There's a law against sleeping in the streets.
Though I do like
the matching pajamas.
All right. Let's see some logo.
Logo?
I.D. Identification.
UHC card.
Transit pass.
Where are we?
What happened to Starfleet Headquarters?
Perfect. Just what we need, two more dims.
Those shotguns, uniforms...
there's something very familiar about this.
Yeah, probably from the last time
you were in a Sanctuary District.
Sanctuary District? What year is this?
Same year as it was yesterday— 2024.
Let's go.
How do they find us?
Captioning sponsored by PARAMOUNT PICTURES
Are you okay?
Oh, my head.
What happened?
Did you get jacked or something?
Jacked?
You know, robbed.
Oh...
Did they get your credit chips, your I.D.?
( sighs )
Oh... it looks like they got everything
except my broach.
What...? Do you live near here, uh?
Can you get home?
I was traveling with some friends
and uh, I guess we got separated.
Well, you shouldn't be walking around
without I.D.
You better order some replacements.
You can use my Interface terminal
if you wish.
My office is just around the corner.
That's very kind of you... um?
Chris, Chris Brynner.
Jadzia.
That's a pretty name.
What is that, Dutch?
Ah, something like that.
It's very kind of you to help me.
Oh, don't mention it.
It's not every day
that I get to rescue a damsel in distress.
Let me help you.
It's just this way.
Check the Heisenberg compensators.
I'll run a level-1 diagnostic
of the pattern buffers.
See if there was any kind of field imbalance.
Chief?
Any news from Starfleet?
Nothing good.
As far as they can tell, Commander Sisko and the others
never materialized in San Francisco.
According to their sensors
our transporter signal disintegrated
immediately after we began the beam-out sequence.
That doesn't agree with our records.
The system log shows
that the transport was successfully completed.
They definitely materialized somewhere.
Well, that's good news, anyway
but the question is, where?
Oh, I wish I knew.
Whatever the answer is, it's not in the log.
The only unusual thing it recorded
was the variance in the annular
confinement beam.
But you corrected for that.
It was a simple adjustment.
The beam was just reacting to the accumulation
of chroniton particles on the ship's hull.
Chroniton particles?
They're emitted by the cloaking device.
They sometimes become lodged
in the ship's ablative armor matrix.
But we've used the transporter
many times since the cloaking device was installed.
There's never been a problem before.
I don't know why there should be one now.
Wait a minute.
It looks like there was a surge
in temporal energy
seconds before the initiation
of the transporter sequence.
Tell me that's a clue.
Oh, it's a clue, all right.
I just don't know what it means yet.
BASHIR: How do you feel?
Better.
Me, too.
Probably transporter shock.
Disorienting, but it wears off quickly.
I know one thing.
We're definitely in San Francisco.
I caught a glimpse of the Golden Gate Bridge
a few blocks back.
I saw it, too.
Do you know what happened to our combadges?
They were probably stolen while we were unconscious.
This is not the Earth we're used to, Doctor.
That's still at least a century away.
I wonder what happened to Dax.
She was caught in the transporter beam with us.
Whatever affected us, must have affected her, too.
That means she's probably somewhere nearby.
The first chance we get, we've got to find her.
And then what?
And then, we find a way home.
VIN: All right, let's go. Bring them.
Okay, let's go. Hurry it up.
Sonya's going to kill me.
Huh.
What is this place?
A Sanctuary District.
21st century history is not one of my strong points.
Too depressing.
It's been a hobby of mine.
They made some ugly mistakes.
But they also paved the way
for a lot of things we now take for granted.
And I assume this is
one of those mistakes.
A bad one.
By the early 2020s, there was a place
like this in every major city in the United States.
Why are these people in here?
Are they criminals?
No, people with criminal records
weren't allowed in the Sanctuary Districts.
Then what did they do to deserve this?
Nothing.
Just people
without jobs or places to live.
So, they get put in here?
Welcome to the 21st century, Doctor.
Hold it right there.
You want to go home, go home.
What do I care?
Thanks, Vin.
Shall we?
( knocking )
Hi.
Sorry to keep you waiting.
Were you able to order a new I.D.?
Just finished.
It took me a while to convince them
I was who I said I was.
They'll be expressing a transit pass
and a couple of credit chips in a few hours.
I asked them to send it here.
I hope you don't mind.
No problem.
Thanks for letting me
use your terminal and your account.
You know, those are
very unusual.
Oh, you mean my tattoos?
It is amazing work.
Where did you have them done? Japan?
How did you guess?
Well, I used to have one myself.
A Maori tribal pattern.
It used to go all the way down my arm.
I got it in high school, back in the '90s
just like everybody else.
Of course, I had to have it removed.
Well, you know how it is.
To get the government contracts
you have to look like
all the rest of the drones.
So I guess that makes me a sellout.
Not necessarily.
What kind of business do you do?
You don't know?
Mm-mm.
Well, I guess I'll have to have a talk
with my public relations people.
I'm Chris Brynner...
Brynner Information Systems.
You know, Interface operations
Net access, Channel 90.
That Chris Brynner.
( chuckles )
So, what do you think?
Does that make me a sellout or not?
Probably, but I won't hold it against you.
These friends of yours that you told me about...
is there any way for you to get ahold of them?
I wish I could.
VIN: Left hand.
Other hand.
Look straight ahead.
Now stand over here.
COMPUTER: Welcome to SafeTech's fingerprint database.
Your government discount has been accepted.
Remember, our new retinal scan service
Yeah, yeah, save the commercial.
COMPUTER: We are sorry
but the fingerprints you have provided are not on record.
No I.D., no fingerprint record
no Interface account.
It's like you two don't exist.
Well, since we don't exist, why not let us go?
Yeah, well, let's see.
You don't have any I.D., you don't have any money
and you're both dressed like clowns.
You figure it out.
Please fill out these forms.
Answer all questions to the best of your ability.
If you cannot speak English, an interpreter will be provided.
If you cannot read, questions will be given to you verbally.
If there's any part of this form you do not understand
ask one of our staff for assistance.
Now, sit down, shut up and fill out the forms.
And if you've got any problems, don't come to me with them.
Thank you...
very much.
Tell Admiral Ngomo I appreciate her offer
but I don't want anyone beaming onto this ship
until we know what's going on.
If they want to come up by shuttle, that's fine.
Major, I think I know what happened
to Commander Sisko and the others.
The temporal surge we detected
was caused by an explosion
of a microscopic singularity
passing through this solar system.
Somehow, the energy emitted
by this singularity shifted the chroniton particles
in our hull into a high state
of temporal polarization.
Which means what?
Which means the transporter beam was redirected
as it passed through the polarized particles.
Redirected where?
Not where— when.
The beam was redirected through time, not space.
They arrived in San Francisco, just like they were supposed to.
But not when they were supposed to.
How much time are we talking about— days, weeks?
More like centuries.
This is ridiculous.
I mean, we've been here three hours
and the line has barely moved at all.
I got one word for you, pal—
plenty of overtime.
That's three words.
Hey, for a dim, you're pretty smart.
Now, go back and take a seat.
Oh, boy.
( sighs )
Some of these people are mentally ill.
They need proper medical treatment.
I know, but they're not going to get it.
Not now anyway.
What? What is it?
That calendar over there—
it says August 30, 2024.
I'm not sure I understand.
You ever hear of the Bell Riots?
Vaguely.
It is one of the most violent civil disturbances
in American history
and it happened right here— San Francisco
Sanctuary District "A"
the first week of September, 2024.
But that's only a few days from now.
Which means if we don't get out of here soon
we'll be caught right in the middle of it.
Just how bad are these riots going to be, Commander?
Bad.
The Sanctuary residents
will take over the district.
Some of the guards will be taken hostage.
The government will send in troops to restore order.
Hundreds of Sanctuary residents will be killed.
Hundreds?
And there's nothing we can do to prevent it.
Starfleet temporal displacement policy
may sound good in the classroom
but to know that hundreds of people are going to die
and to not be able to do a thing to save them.
I sympathize, Doctor, but if it will make you feel any better
the riots will be one of the watershed events
of the 21st century.
Gabriel Bell will see to that.
Bell?
The man they named the riots after.
He is one of the Sanctuary residents
who will be guarding the hostages.
The government troops will storm this place
based on rumors that the hostages have been killed.
It turns out
the hostages were never harmed
because of Gabriel Bell.
In the end, Bell sacrifices his own life to save them.
He'll become a national hero.
Outrage over his death and the death
of the other residents will change public opinion
about the Sanctuaries.
They'll be torn down.
And the United States will finally begin
correcting the social problems
it had struggled with for over 100 years.
And all of this is going to happen in the next few days.
Which means
if we warn these people about what's coming
if we try to help them in any way
we risk altering a pivotal moment in history
and we can't let that happen.
Hey, I hate to break up
your intimate conversation, but you're next.
Is there something wrong?
Well, according to these forms
you're supposed to be dims
but you're not, are you?
I hope you're not disappointed.
Pleasantly surprised is more like it.
I guess I owe you an apology.
If I had known you were gimmes
I could've processed
your application much sooner.
Gimmes?
They're American slang terms.
I try not to use them
but it's a bad habit.
Gimmes are people like you, people who are looking for help.
A job, a place to live.
And what about the dims?
Don't they need help?
The dims should be in hospitals
but the government can't afford to keep them there
so we get them instead.
I hate it, but that's the way it is.
I see here that you both have just arrived in San Francisco.
Do you have any jobs lined up?
on staying here very long.
Have you got a place to stay, or anyone who can vouch for you?
No, we were traveling with a friend, but we were separated
right after we arrived.
You have any way of contacting this friend of yours?
Not at the moment.
Well, in that case
I'm afraid you're going to have to stay here
in the Sanctuary for the time being.
You mean we can't leave?
It's for your own safety.
Really?
And it's the law.
SISKO: What about jobs?
How are we supposed to find a place to work
and somewhere to live if we're stuck in here?
Well, one of the services we provide is job placement.
And how long does that usually take?
I wish I could give you a definite answer
but jobs are hard to come by right now
what with the economy and all.
My advice is to be patient.
In the meantime, take these.
They're your ration cards.
You can use them to get food and water
at any of the distribution points in the district.
Hang onto them.
Where are we supposed to stay while we're here?
Anywhere you like.
The buildings in the district are there for everyone to use.
Thanks for your help.
One more thing.
A little advice.
Stay away from district security.
They've had their budget cut again.
They're overworked and underpaid.
Just give them a lot of space, and watch out for ghosts.
Ghosts?
That's what we call
people who haven't integrated well into the Sanctuary.
They can be dangerous
and they tend to prey on other residents.
Thanks for the warning.
We'll stay away from them.
Dax to Sisko.
Dax to Bashir.
If you can hear me, please respond.
Okay.
My assistant was able to get you
a room at the Clift for the next five nights.
You didn't have to do that.
I know that, but I wanted to.
So, uh, what are your plans?
I still have to find my friends.
Well, I hope you don't mind
but I had Britt do some checking.
No one matching their descriptions has been admitted
to any of the city hospitals
or trauma wards.
That's good news.
Look, uh, I would like to know how this turns out.
I'm having a little get-together here tomorrow in the office
and I'd like you to come—
if you want— you and your friends.
I'd like that.
Well, good luck.
Thanks. I could use it.
Whoa. You guys can't come in here.
We're just looking for somewhere to sleep.
Well, you're going to have to look someplace else.
Oh, let me guess— this building is full.
Sorry.
Every building we go to, it's the same story.
They can't all be full.
Don't be so sure.
One of the main complaints
against the Sanctuary Districts was overcrowding.
It got to the point where they didn't care
how many people were in here.
They just wanted to keep them out of sight.
And once they were out of sight, what then?
I mean, look at this man.
There's no need for him to live like that.
With the right medication
he could lead a full and normal life.
Maybe in our time.
Not just in our time.
There are any number of effective treatments
for schizophrenia, even in this day and age.
They could cure that man now, today
if they gave a damn.
It's not that they don't give a damn
they've just given up.
The social problems they face
seem too enormous to deal with.
Well, that only makes things worse.
Causing people to suffer
because you hate them is terrible
but causing people to suffer
because you have forgotten how to care—
( sighs )
that's really hard to understand.
They'll remember.
It will take some time, and it won't be easy
but eventually, people in this century
will remember how to care.
Right, only it makes you wonder, doesn't it?
Are humans really any different
than Cardassians or Romulans?
If push comes to shove, if something disastrous
happens to the Federation
if we are frightened enough
or desperate enough
how would we react?
Would we stay true to our ideals
or would we just stay here
right back where we started?
I don't know.
But as a Starfleet officer
it's my job to make sure we never have to find out.
( groaning )
MAN: Get his food card.
Remember, Doctor, we can't interfere.
You got a problem?
No problem.
You look upset.
If we've done anything to offend you
please let us know, so that we can be sure not to do it again.
Don't worry about us.
We're new here.
Really? I never would have guessed.
But let me be the first
to welcome you.
Would you like a piece of this?
No, thanks.
Gimmes...
no sense of fun.
We're just looking for a place to sleep.
Well, in that case...
you better look somewhere else...
new boy.
You heard what he said.
Let's go.
Enjoy your stay!
And in a few days
I know you're going to feel right at home.
Bye!
So, in theory, we should be able to travel into the past
by focusing the transporter beam
through the polarized chroniton particles.
The problem is, we don't know
where in time Sisko and the others are.
I've narrowed it down
to a dozen different possibilities
but we only have enough polarized chronitons
to make five or six attempts.
Then we'll have to take our chances.
Pick the most likely time periods
and send a team down with tricorders to find them.
The hard part will be
to find a couple of volunteers crazy enough
to risk getting lost in time to do the job.
I think I know a few likely candidates.
Here you go, Julian.
Oh... oh...
( coughs )
Oh...
If we ever get home
I promise never to complain
about the station's
Cardassian beds ever again.
Oh, where is everybody?
In the food lines, waiting for breakfast.
It's not much to look at
but it's better than nothing.
Uh, I'm sorry.
They ran out of utensils
and napkins.
Why am I not surprised?
When you're finished eating, I think we should get up
on the roof of one of these buildings.
I want to get a better look at the place.
Do you think there's a way out of here?
If there is, we'll find it.
Mm-hmm.
Hey.
MAN: Not you two guys again.
Look, I told you—
we don't have any room.
We're not here to stay.
All we want to do is to get up on the roof
and take a look...
It doesn't matter what you want.
You can't come in.
We got to protect what's ours around here.
Look, maybe we could make a deal.
Isn't there something we could exchange
in order to get access to the roof?
I don't know.
What do you got to offer?
Uh-huh, that's what I thought.
Look, maybe you guys should try another building.
Hey, uh... wait a minute.
Maybe... we can make a deal after all.
( door shuts )
Well, at least now we look like we belong here.
Yeah, and we smell just as bad
as everyone else, too.
( moans )
Stay away from him!
Whatever you say.
Just put the knife down.
Step into the light, so I can see you.
We're new here.
We're just trying to get to the roof.
Get a better look at the place.
Believe me, it doesn't look any better from up there.
Dad...
( moans )
It's going to be okay, Danny.
What happened?
He was beaten up by some ghosts.
My wife went to get help, but there's only one doctor
on duty at the Processing Center.
Well, why don't you
let me take a look?
I know a little bit about medicine.
Julian...
It can't hurt to just look.
Hey.
I'm just going to take a quick look here, okay?
Does that hurt?
( inhales sharply )
Here?
Well, looks like you've been lucky.
No broken ribs, and these cuts
are mostly superficial.
You're going to be okay.
You're going to need some clean rags
and something to disinfect these wounds.
Alcohol should do.
I think I can get some.
Okay.
Here we go.
Looks like we made a new friend.
FATHER: Hey!
You know, the district could use another doctor.
I don't really practice anymore.
But there are people here who need you.
I'm sorry, but they'll have to get along without me.
You two are new here
so let me explain something to you.
You can forget about getting out of here anytime soon.
This is your home now.
The only help we're going to get is from each other
and if we don't start pulling together
we're finished.
All we want is to be left alone.
My mistake.
I thought you wanted to get out of here.
We do.
Well, the only way
that's going to happen is if we get organized,
and let people on the outside
know what's going on in here.
Do whatever you want.
Just leave us out of it.
If you want to be left alone...
that's fine with me.
But if you want to help us
and help yourselves
you know where to find me.
MAN: Our sea floor mining project
is almost ready to go into operation.
Now, the Pan-Caribbean government did have
some misgivings, but I think we've won them over.
I hear you just came back from Christchurch.
Yes. Did a little skiing on Mount Cook.
You're lucky.
We had to cancel our trip to the Alps this year
because of the student protests in France.
I thought the Neo-Trotskyists
were going to put a stop to that.
They're not having any more luck
than the Gaullists did.
Europe is falling apart.
Well, at least we don't have to worry
about that kind of thing here.
Don't count on it.
You'll have to excuse Jadzia's cynicism.
She was just mugged yesterday.
That kind of thing's bound to give a negative impression
of the future.
So... who mugged you?
Did you see them?
It doesn't really matter.
I'm just glad that I wasn't hurt.
Well, whoever it was did a very thorough job.
They took everything she had, even her I.D.
Chris rescued me
and let me use his computer to get my replacement I.D.
MAN: You were lucky
the police didn't find you first.
If they'd caught you on the street without I.D.
you might have ended up in a Sanctuary District.
WOMAN: I thought they stopped doing that.
MAN: Why would they?
It's the only way to keep those people
off the streets.
Excuse us a minute.
Is that true?
Is what true?
About taking people without I.D.
to a Sanctuary District.
Yes, it is. Why?
I still haven't found my friends.
And you think they might be in a Sanctuary District?
It's possible.
If you hadn't found me, I might have wound up in one.
Can we check and see if they're inside?
The Sanctuary District records
are not posted on the Net.
But I might be able to pull in some favors.
And I thought the lines at the Replimat were bad.
( chuckles )
By the time we get dinner, it'll be time for breakfast.
You'd think that before they locked thousands of people
into a 20-square-block area, they'd give some thought
as to how those people were going to get fed.
I'm going to see how much longer
this is going to take.
Hey, Gimme!
I'm talking to you.
Let me see your food card.
What for?
Because I said so.
Let him go!
What?
I said let him go!
Oh.
Well, when you put it like that...
( clattering )
Leave them alone!
Are you all right?
( groaning )
Get his card!
Get his food card!
Come on, let's get out of here!
Come on. Let's go!
Help him!
He never would have gotten hurt
if it wasn't for us.
Breathe, damn you, breathe!
God, he's gone.
( alarm blares )
Come on. We've got to get out of here!
Cover!
They're gone.
For now, but they're the least of our worries.
That man who just got killed
trying to help us—
that man was Gabriel Bell.
Oh...
If only I'd had my medkit
or even if I'd got him to a hospital
I might have been able to save him.
You did all you could, Doctor.
But it wasn't enough, was it?
A good man died because of us.
And what about the hostages?
What's going to happen
to them?
Without Bell, there's a good chance
those hostages are going to die.
And if that happens
how is it going to affect the future?
We have to save them.
Whatever it takes
we have to make sure those hostages survive.
( sighs )
All right, Chief.
Let's get over to the transporter room
before we change our minds.
Too late, Major.
Looks like Starfleet's changed our minds for us.
Headquarters thinks our plan's too risky.
They're afraid that while we're searching
for Sisko and the others
we may contaminate the timeline.
Get me Admiral Wright.
I had a feeling you'd say that.
That's odd.
What is it?
I'm not getting any response from Starfleet.
Is there something wrong with our communications array?
I was just talking to Starfleet Security
when my com line went dead.
There's nothing wrong at our end.
Everything checks out fine.
Could be interference on the com channels.
Try a wide band subspace signal.
Still nothing.
Maybe if I direct it
toward one of the Federation communications satellites
in Earth orbit...
What is it, Chief?
They're not there.
The entire Earth satellite network...
it's gone.
The spacedocks, the orbital habitats?
All of it!
The Utopia Planitia Yards on Mars
the Terraforming Stations on Venus
Starfleet Headquarters.
I'm not detecting a single sign of Starfleet activity
anywhere in this sector.
Try a non-Federation frequency.
The only subspace signals
I'm detecting are from the vicinity of Alpha Centauri
and they're Romulan.
Well, that's impossible.
Do you think Sisko and the others
might have somehow altered the timeline?
They must have.
Then why weren't we affected?
I'm not sure.
But maybe... maybe when it exploded
the singularity that polarized the chroniton particles
created some kind of subspace bubble
around the ship—
isolated it from the changes
in the timeline.
I'm not sure, but I'll have to run some tests.
One thing's for certain.
Right now, this ship is all that's left of Starfleet.
I thought you didn't want to get involved.
We've changed our minds.
Glad to hear it.
We can use all the help we can get.
This place is about to explode.
Most of us agreed to live here
because they promised us jobs.
I don't know about you
but I haven't been on any job interviews lately
and neither has anyone else.
They've forgotten about us.
So, what do we do?
We make them remember.
Day after tomorrow
we're going to hold a rally outside the Processing Center.
I want everyone to be there—
gimmes, ghosts
even the dims.
I want to remind the people outside
that we haven't done anything wrong
that we're not criminals
and that we don't deserve to live like this.
We'll spread the word.
Good.
One more thing.
Tell people when they come to the rally
to bring their families
their kids
We're not derelicts
no matter what they say about us.
I could probably use a shave.
Not to mention a bath.
Yes.
Yes, thank you.
You were right.
Your friends are in Sanctuary District "A."
When can we get them out?
Well, it might not be that easy.
The Sanctuary personnel first have to find them.
There's something
like 10,000 people in there.
Did they say how long it would take?
They're not sure.
But don't worry, your friends are fine.
That's the whole point of the Sanctuary—
to give people in trouble
food and a place to stay.
If that's all it's for
then why is there a wall around it?
BASHIR: in two days in front of the Processing Center.
Will you spread the word?
MEN: All Right.
SISKO: Okay, you got it? The day after tomorrow.
Try to be there, and tell everyone else you know.
That's, uh, 500 people we've talked to today.
That only leaves about 9,000 to go.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down!
What's going on?
One of the guards got in a fight
with a dim down, down at Processing.
Now everyone's going crazy.
I have to find my dad.
( explosion )
( people yelling )
( alarm blaring )
( crowd shouting )
( grunting )
Give me that! Get back!
( gunshot )
Get away! Get away from him!
Come on, we have to get him off the street!
( crowd yelling )
Everybody put your hands on your head
and face the wall!
You can't do this.
I can do anything I want.
Now...
up against the wall.
That's enough!
Well, look who we've got here.
Way to show initiative, new boy.
Take him, and throw him back there
along with the rest of our, uh, guests.
What the hell do you think you're doing?
I think I am making a political statement.
Maybe if we're lucky
I might even be able to stage a nice little, uh, photo op.
I hope that meets
with your approval.
Do as he says.
Well, all right!
I've waited a long time for this!
And I know I won't be disappointed.
Ain't that right, new boy?
The name is Bell.
Gabriel Bell.
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