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Previously on "Time After Time"...

- It's not right, what we're doing. - If you really feel that way...

- Griffin! - This is the book that H.G. wrote.

This is "The Island of Dr. Moreau," except he changed the name.

This is where you become the key ingredient to Project Utopia.

- Leave me the hell alone! - Not a chance.

You might be the key to humanity's next step forward.

- What are you doing? - We can't leave John.

- Goodbye, old friend. - Stop this madness. H.G.!

H.G., no! Come back here!

What about John? Did you see him?

- No, I-I'm afraid I didn't. - I've got the time machine.

We can get off the island. Come on.

How did you get off the island?

I am going to burn you like you burned me.

Consider that my Utopia.

No, no, John, John. No!

Uh, yes, Vanessa. Your men are here.

They took Doug.

I am so very sorry.

Thank you.

Vanessa will be here in a few hours.

Where did Carl and Jones take Doug's body?

They didn't say, but Vanessa has spoken with his family.

I don't understand any of it.

- How did John get off the island? - He must've found the time machine

- and used it to get back before we did. - I helped him on the island.

Why would he come back here?

Why would he kill Doug?

H.G., I think it's time we call the police.

The police? And tell them what?

That their Key Killer is actually Jack the Ripper?

Obviously we wouldn't tell them everything.

- Well, we couldn't tell them anything. - We could tip them off.

- They could arrest him. - Yes, and then he will tell them about

- you, me, and Vanessa. - We can't let John keep killing people.

No, we can't.

I have to end this myself.

H.G., your hand is still shaking. The serum is still in your body.

- I am fine. - You don't know that.

You don't even know what

- Monroe injected you with. - We know enough.

It's John's blood, so I find it perfectly fitting,

poetic in fact, that it shall prove to be his undoing.

- Wait! Where are you going? - To find John and to kill him.

H.G., you're not yourself.

Just, please, wait a little bit.

Give the serum some time to wear off.

This man... He has to die.

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You seem a bit glum.

One might think you'd at least have a smile on your face after that.

Aren't you glad I came back?

It's just a lot to process.

Everything that you say happened on that island...

How it all went wrong.

Did you kill my father?

Doesn't history say he perished in a fire?

It does.

Things are obviously very different this time around.

And without your father,

I never would have made it to the time machine.

He saved my life,

and I regret that he lost his.

See?

I knew you two would get along.

We were like two peas in a pod.

He was quite fascinated with my DNA.

Speaking of which, the serum

that I brought back...

I want to know more about it.

So do I.

Let's go see if it was worth all the trouble.

Meet William and Jeffrey...

They're volunteers from the farm.

You have an endless supply of giants.

I need them to test the serum that you brought back from the island.

I've combined it with my own formula.

My previous attempts at recreating my father's work

failed because the drugs were too toxic for the human body to handle.

Your father tread a similar ground,

judging from what I saw on the island.

Some of his test subjects were quite mad.

Well, I believe it's your DNA that's the key...

Your resistance to disease, to mutatio...

That allows the body to accept the drugs

without any extreme side effects.

Your brother.

He tried to help Vanessa escape from the farm,

so I shot him.

But I managed to remove the bullet

and keep him alive.

Why bother? The man betrayed you.

Griffin is my family.

You went all the way back to 1918 to try to save your son.

I can be sentimental, too.

You think this new serum will heal him?

If it does,

it'll change everything we know about medicine.

My father will be vindicated, my own research lauded.

I'll be everything my father should have been.

So, it's power you want.

I thought it was good, old-fashioned revenge

- that kept you going. - Power is revenge.

There are many ways of destroying people besides killing them.

How long until we know if it works?

Maybe a couple of hours.

I'm sure I can find a way to occupy myself.

Now, don't go doing anything stupid.

Not now... Not when we're this close.

Please, just forget about Wells.

Let it go.

We're about to have everything, John...

Power, acclaim,

more money than you could ever imagine.

Now, isn't that a better future than being "Jack the Ripper?"

The man left me to die on that island.

Don't you ever,

ever tell me to let it go.

Vanessa, I'm so sorry about Doug.

Me, too.

I'm glad you're safe. I was so worried.

- This has gone too far. - I know.

- Where's the time machine? - It's in the ballroom.

H.G. took it offline and shut it down. No one can take it.

- Good. And H.G.? - He went to go find John.

He took Doug's gun with him.

H.G. told me he was injected with some kind of serum.

Monroe made a serum out of John's DNA

that he injected into H.G.

It hasn't worn off, and he hasn't been himself.

- What do you mean? - The serum makes him angry.

He can't control himself,

and I'm worried that he might actually kill John.

Would that be such a bad thing?

H.G. is not a killer.

He shouldn't have to live with John's blood on his hands.

Right now, he's living with

a lot of other people's blood on his hands.

And so am I. Brooke's vendetta against my family

is responsible for so much of this.

I've got to get her to stop this insane need for revenge.

How?

I may have a way.

Not very subtle, are you?

I wasn't trying to be.

We've been here before, H.G.

- You can't shoot me. - I'm not myself, John. You know that.

I've got a killer's blood coursing through my veins.

Come on. Pull the trigger.

Come on.

Well, it seems the serum does wear off after all.

Pity, that... You were just getting interesting.

Now, I promised to show you how vile this world can really be.

You're not the only one who can write stories.

I'd like to write a book on my own...

"My Utopia" by John Stevenson.

- You're talking nonsense. - Am I?

I plan to use your books as my inspiration.

And you'll get all the credit for it.

I'm going to create such a story

that when people hear the name "H.G.Wells,"

they'll only think of violence, chaos, and death.

And how do you plan to do that?

I'm going to destroy your legacy.

Get ready... Chapter one begins today.

You followed John back from Brooke's apartment?

Why would he go back there? She's the one who sent him to the island.

He must need her for something.

Or she needs him.

Either way, they're the perfect couple.

Well, I'm glad you didn't kill him.

I couldn't.

The serum wore off.

How do you know for sure?

My head isn't cloudy, and the intense rage isn't there.

I feel like myself.

Don't get me wrong... The man deserves to die.

You don't want that on your conscience.

It's not who you are.

It's not the man I love.

Jane...

I did some things on the island.

We all did things.

- We were trying to survive. - Yes, but, uh...

Some of it, uh...

Um...

What is it?

You can tell me.

The reason John is so angry...

He blames me for leaving him behind.

You looked for him. What more could you have done?

Now he intends to punish me.

Did he tell you how?

He's going to kill people to destroy my legacy.

And if he plans to cause chaos as he says,

then he'll go somewhere public to make the biggest impact.

He spoke of my books. A library? Museum exhibit, maybe?

Yeah, that's a start.

Vanessa.

I didn't think you'd actually show up.

I felt it was important that we talk.

Please, do come in.

Clearly you chose not to involve the authorities.

What would I tell them? I don't think there's a version

of this story that would be believed.

- Do you? - Why are you here, Vanessa?

I want to end this, Brooke.

Whatever happened between our parents... I want our battle to stop

- right here, right now. - You can't change the past, Vanessa.

We both know that now, don't we?

Well, I can change the future.

More importantly, your future.

I will ensure that your father's name

is restored in the scientific community.

I will also publicly acknowledge

that your father was the true visionary behind Anders Enterprises.

And in restitution, I will give you $100 million.

- What's the catch? - There's no catch.

You take the money and move on,

forget everything that happened, and leave each other alone.

Not interested.

And, frankly, rather insulted.

I'm giving you everything that you want.

You could never give me what I truly want.

And as for the money and the respect, I can get that myself.

- You're making a mistake. - Go home, Vanessa.

In a few days, you'll realize how ridiculous

your little bribe truly is.

Are all these articles about me?

Yep. Some literary criticism, biographies,

a bunch of fan clubs John could be targeting.

I'm gonna make some calls. It might be faster.

Please. I doubt we have much time.

Hi. I was wondering if...

I left some messages, but...

H.G.?

Hello.

Hi! Here. Take one. Thanks.

Enjoy the fair.

- Here you go. - No, I appreciate it.

Interesting choice of costume.

This is no costume.

I assure you, I am indeed Jack the Ripper.

I wasn't aware that the Ripper was also an author.

Well, not per Se,

but I amthe greatest literary hero of all time...

114 non-fiction books alone

dedicated to my reign of terror

- across the slums of East London. - Only the slums?

Yes, my inquisitive man.

You see, I had a particular fancy for ladies of the night.

You might say I had some issues with women.

Well, I can assure you the Ripper's disdain

was spread evenly between the sexes.

Allow me to tell you the fascinating story

of the infamous letter of October the 16th, 1888,

received by the Whitechapel Vigilance Committee

and written by my very own hand.

Again, I can assure you no such letter was written.

Aha, but you are wrong, sir.

You see, the letter was sent in a small box

along with part of a human kidney.

My most recent victim was Catherine Eddowes,

and when her body was discovered,

her kidney had indeed been removed.

It wasn't Miss Eddowes' kidney.

Thank you for all your insights.

Hey, man. Yeah. Anytime.

And you can say

you survived meeting Jack the Ripper.

Remarkable.

Brooke.

Welcome back.

It's healed you faster than I even thought possible.

How do you feel?

- Like I got run over by a truck. - No, don't.

Your body's still processing the serum.

Serum?

What did you give me?

Think of it as a gift from Daddy

almost 40 years in the making.

Dad?

The farmhouse.

Where's Vanessa?

Don't worry. The princess is back in her castle.

You were gonna kill her.

You shot me.

- I was angry. - You shot me.

I thought we could change the past.

If we had, then none of this would have happened.

Our entire lives would have been rewritten.

But nothing changed.

No.

You're telling me after everything we went through...

- ... we didn't change anything? - Griffin, I'm...

I'm so sorry.

I tried so hard.

But we still have each other.

You and me...

That didn't change. And...

And it's never going to.

You get some rest.

You've had a tough road back.

Ohh! You... You scared me.

- Mars. - Yes.

I don't suppose you could tell me

where one might find books by H.G.Wells?

Oh, yeah. Well, we've got them all.

- My God. The man wrote a lot. - He was very prolific...

One of the first science-fiction writers.

"The Invisible Man."

He commits murders right under people's noses

without them ever realizing he was there.

It's a cautionary tale of moral corruption

in the absence of social restrictions.

- Sounds like my cup of tea. - The movie's even better.

There's actually an H.G. Wells marathon

tonight at the Gabrielle Cinema.

You should come.

- Excuse me. - Thank you.

Hello?

What took you so long? I've been waiting.

Whatever you're planning on doing, don't.

I'm just catching up on some light reading.

What do you mean?

Yours is a prolific canon of work...

"The Time Machine," "The Island of Dr. Moreau."

Now, tell me, which one of your characters is inspired by me?

Oh, I doubt any of them are.

Well, let's change that, then, shall we?

What are you doing?

Before I destroy your life...

I need to change mine.

The Ripper's gone, H.G. I've shed my skin.

Pardon me.

No, no, no, no, no.

Move, move!

Wait, wait, wait! It wasn't me.

- Look, this is a mistake. I didn't have - 53-82. Requesting backup.

- Got a person of interest. - anything to do with this.

- You're coming with me. - No, no. Please. This is

- a misunderstanding. This... I... - Keep moving. Come on.

Wait there, John. Don't come any closer.

This happens to be a very nasty strain of MRSA...

A staph bacterium. Causes a deadly,

flesh-eating skin infection.

It also happens to be resistant to all existing antibiotic cures.

Good God, woman.

How else are we supposed to find out if your DNA is the answer?

Also, I saw the news.

It seems you killed one of your biggest fans at a book fair.

Really?

I saw it as killing my past.

Everyone has a cellphone.

Everything ends up on the Internet.

You have to be more careful.

And if you really are intent on bringing Wells down,

then there has to be a more subtle way.

Well, I don't think I need a lecture on subtlety

from you, my dear.

You missed a spot.

This isn't Whitechapel.

Forensic science has come a long way.

Take a shower.

Tell me your name again.

Wells, George Wells.

- British citizen. - That's correct.

But no papers?

I don't have them with me.

You said, uh, you don't know the killer.

Did you know the victim?

I'd never seen him before.

He was dressed as Jack the Ripper.

- Well, that's kind of ironic. - I suppose.

So, the first time you set eyes on the man

- was just after he'd been stabbed? - That's correct.

And then you saw a dark-haired man

holding a knife run into a crowd.

So you think that this guy was some sort of psychopath

who stabbed a complete stranger and took off?

Precisely.

That's an oddly specific theory, George.

Well, there was something on the news just the other night

about such random crimes, the Key Killer.

We didn't find any keys on this victim.

True, but the Key Killer uses a knife, does he not?

I've told you everything that I know. Am...

Am I allowed to go?

Actually...

I'd love it if you'd just sit tight for a while.

Sorry, pal. This is gonna be ugly.

Griffin?

Ahh.

This was all Griffin. He escaped.

And don't tell me.

This is what I get for being sentimental.

Where do you think he'll go?

I have no idea.

But clearly, he's not gonna see things my way.

Then perhaps we need to forge new goal...

New ambitions unclouded by the disappointments of the past.

I'm ready.

But what are you gonna do about Wells?

I had a chapter two planned,

but maybe I should just jump to the end of the story.

Meaning?

It's time to kill Jane.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

What is this?

This was taken at the service entrance

of a nightclub called the Palace. We believe the Key Killer was there

the night that this footage was recorded.

Funny, you being in the park for today's stabbing

and now this, too.

It's an unhappy coincidence.

Is the Palace a place you like to frequent?

No.

I'm sorry. Detective, are you trying to ascertain

- whether I am the Key Killer? - My only job is to ask questions.

Your only job is to answer them.

Hi, Detective. Don't bother getting up.

- George Wells? - Yes?

My name is Kal Vazquez. I'm your attorney.

Anders Enterprises. Did Vanessa send you?

Yes. She's waiting downstairs.

Now, unless you plan to charge my client, we're done here.

This is an active murder investigation, Counselor.

Is Mr. Wells a suspect? Did any witnesses identify him?

Did you find the murder weapon on him?

Is he in any way linked to the victim?

Yeah, I'm not releasing him until I get some positive I.D.

Here's his passport. Anything else?

Thank you.

What time is the last show?

It just started.

Thank you.

You brought it on yourselves!

Everything would have come right if you'd only left me alone.

You've driven me near madness

with your peering through the keyholes

and gaping through the curtains, and now you'll suffer for it!

You're crazy to know who I am, aren't you?!

All right! I'll show you!

There's a souvenir for you!

And one for you! I'll show you who I am and what I am!

How do you like that, eh?!

So, you want to tell me what that was all about?

I was...

Apprehended by police.

Does that make you a suspect?

So it seems.

Why did you run from me?

- It was too dangerous. - Oh.

We're back there again.

No. Jane, there's something you have to understand.

John is in a state such that I've never seen.

He's more dangerous than he has ever been.

Hello, H.G. And how are you this evening?

- Where are you, John? - You won't believe this, H.G.

Moving pictures...

One of your stories being told right before my very eyes.

Now, I tried to read your books,

but they're quite dense and, frankly, rather boring...

Just a bit of constructive criticism.

He's at the movies.

I mean... I mean, seriously,

ah, where else did you come up

with the idea for an invisible man?

It's just the most ridiculous thing I've ever seen.

Shh!

- Oh! - Seriously?

Terribly sorry.

Are you

- satisfied now, you fools?! - Cheerio, poppet.

I'm looking it up.

I'm coming with you.

- No, you're... - No arguing.

- I have to try and talk to him. - And he won't listen

- to you, Jane. The man is mad. - But I can get through to him.

I have before.

I have to try.

Here it is...

There's an H.G. Wells marathon playing at the Gabrielle Cinema.

"The Invisible Man" is playing. That's where John is.

Let's go.

All right. Go now.

If you raise a finger against me, you're a dead man.

I'm strong, and I'll strangle you.

Understand? Wait for me downstairs.

Sir, you can't be back there.

Sir, did you hear me? Sir.

- Hello, there. - Hey. Uh, can I help you?

Yes. I just curious to know how film projection worked.

This isn't a film school.

- You're not allowed up here. - Right.

Don't! Don't!

How are you still alive?

Brooke.

- She saved me. - Then why are you here?

I had to see you.

I know you met with Brooke.

You cannot trust her, Vanessa.

I know my sister. No matter what she says,

she will never stop blaming you for what your family did.

She has to, Griffin.

John brought something back from the island,

some serum my father made with John's DNA.

- What kind of serum? - I don't know how,

but it healed me,

and I don't trust Brooke with it.

We have to stop her, Vanessa!

I know it's too late for us,

but I don't want to see you get hurt.

I just want to help you.

Griffin?

- What happened? - I don't know.

He needs help right away. Let's get him upstairs.

This is the place.

They're closed.

This one's unlocked.

_

_

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

How could he?

Where is it coming from?

Up there.

H.G.?!

Where are you?!

Hello, Jane.

Let go of me.

Shh, shh. It's okay.

Jane! John!

And here we are, H.G.

One last time.

- Don't do this, John. - To be honest, I don't want to.

- I've grown rather fond of Jane here. - Then what do you want?

You want to see me beg?

Okay, I am begging you... Please don't do this.

What do you want? You want the time machine?

- It's yours. I'll give you the key. - Goodness' sake.

I don't want the time machine. I want to see you punished.

- Why? - For what you did on the island.

- We helped you. - Yes, you did.

But he left me to die.

We looked for you.

And he found me.

Oh, you didn't know?

I think it's time for some truth telling, H.G.. Don't you?

Yes, I found you on the island...

And I left you to die.

You tried to burn me alive.

Is that true?

Seriously? You didn't tell her?

Huh.

Well, that makes this all the more difficult.

Jane, I'm really sorry to have to do this.

No, no, don't! Stop, stop, stop! John, don't do this.

Look, if you want to kill someone, kill me.

- I deserve this, not her. - But killing Jane will kill you, Wells.

That's the point!

I didn't know how to tell you.

Jane, I am so sorry.

So, John, please?

Please.

I really don't want to kill you, Jane,

not after everything we've been through.

And...

there are other ways to destroy people.

He lied to your face,

and you were almost killed because of it.

How can you ever trust him again?

I think that just about kills your little...

Love story.

Till next time.

I really thought he was going to kill her.

But he didn't. Jane is safe.

That's what you have to concentrate on right now.

And I can never let anything like this ever happen again.

It won't.

We'll stop him.

- Brooke, too. - How?

If Project Utopia was able to save Griffin,

then it's even more powerful than we thought.

Yes. It could change everything we know about medicine.

No wonder Brooke didn't need my money.

You believe she plans to sell the serum?

- Absolutely. - Vanessa, we cannot let her do that.

No, we can't.

You're in a good mood.

- Did you kill Jane? - Better...

I believe I've just dealt H.G. a blow

from which he'll never recover.

Do you need anything else, Ms. Monroe?

Oh, no, William. You go home and get some rest.

Well, he made quite the recovery.

The Project Utopia serum completely

eradicated the bacteria from his body. You do understand

what a medical breakthrough this is?

This has the capacity to completely change the world.

Altruism is a side of you I didn't quite anticipate.

Saving the world doesn't interest me.

I have other plans.

There's the Brooke I know.

There's no limit to what we can do with this...

... if you learn to control your extracurricular activities.

I'll work on it.

For those of you just joining us,

late this evening, three employees

were found stabbed to death

after an H.G. Wells movie marathon

at the Gabrielle Cinema downtown.

Police are investigating and have not ruled out

the possibility that the Key Killer

may be responsible for the murders.

There you are. I was looking for you.

I think it's time for me to go home...

Back to my apartment.

Why?

I don't know how to say this.

I just can't.

I can't do this anymore.

What do you mean?

I'm just a girl who works at a museum.

All this craziness...

It's too much.

I don't like who I'm becoming...

Who you're becoming.

Jane, I'm sorry I lied to you about what happened on the island,

but I was under the influence of this serum.

- I wasn't myself. - It's... It's more than that.

All around me, people are dying.

Martin, Doug...

The people at the movie theater.

So much death, and we keep going on like nothing happened.

- That is not who we are, Jane. - And that's the lie.

Because here we are.

I'm trying to rationalize my part in all of this,

and I can't.

So the only thing left for me to do I...

... is just not be a part of it.

Jane.

I really do love you.

I'm sorry.

Goodbye, H.G.

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