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Previously on "Time After Time"...

Richard Knox, the venture capitalist?

What are you doing with him?

Your sister has big plans.

She's going to sell me to the highest bidder.

My name is Agent Danielle Forbes,

and I work for the United States Department of Defense.

We're destroying everything at the lab,

but we need her laptop

because it contains all her research.

Is there something wrong?

What the hell is this?

You have a security breach.

They're trying to steal my research right now.

Wells, get the journal!

No!

Wells, go! Now!

I'm putting my trust in you, showing you this,

- I have to stop John. - I'll help you stop him.

One last chat.

I'm coming for you.

♪ Start spreading the news ♪

♪ I'm leaving today ♪

♪ I wanna be a part of it ♪

♪ New York, New York ♪

You open?

♪ These vagabond shoes ♪ - Barely.

That's good enough for me.

Whiskey, please. Neat.

It's a little early.

Helps me think.

- And I have quite a busy day planned. - More sad news

as the amount of violent crimes in the city

continues to spike.

A woman was found strangled in a guest room

of a downtown hotel this morning.

Identified as Dr. Brooke Monroe...

Sister of Griffin Monroe,

who was killed in a fire in her townhouse last night.

A dual investigation is currently under way.

In a recent statement issued by police,

- they are now questioning... - You okay?

...a number of the Monroe's assistants and acquaintances,

- but at this point in time, no leads. - Never better.

Meanwhile, investigators are combing through the rubble

of the now-destroyed Monroe townhouse

to discover the source of the fire.

♪ I wanna wake up

♪ In a city that never sleeps

They found Brooke's body.

She was strangled.

Why would John kill her? She was his ally.

I ruined his plans, so he lashed out.

And he'll do it again.

A colleague of mine gave me access

to every public security camera in the city.

This was taken 10 minutes ago.

Where did this take place?

Four blocks from the hotel

where Brooke Monroe's body was found.

He could still be there.

Well, what are we waiting for?

Oh, don't get me wrong. I love this city.

I just got involved with the wrong woman.

She lied to me, betrayed me.

I had to end it.

Yeah, I've had a few tears of my own.

Best to just walk away.

Which I did, I did...

Right into this wonderful little establishment.

So, now what?

Well, it's not like I have access to a time machine.

So I think I'll just make the most of it here.

Besides, I'm not really one for romantic relationships,

or even friendships, for that matter.

Lone wolf, huh?

Yes, exactly.

I just have this one last task,

and then my new life can begin.

Rather early to be starting drinking, isn't it?

Just enjoying my freedom, is all.

Freedom from what, may I ask?

Brooke, Project Utopia,

and until this very moment, you.

Oh.

I'm sorry to interrupt.Rosie.

Another round for our friend here.

Then let us toast each other,

like the friends we once were.

I'm afraid that ship has sailed, John.

Very well.

Hey, stop right there!

Quick, grab him!

Where do you think you're going?

Nice try.

Well, I had to give it a go, didn't I?

Of course.

Put him in the van.

Come to say goodbye, have you?

I'm sorry it's come down to this, John.

I had a lot of chances to kill you,

and I didn't.

Am I supposed to thank you for that?

You could.

Goodbye, John.

So, is this it, is it?

No hug goodbye?

Is this really how you're going to end it?

Well, it appears so.

It's my understanding that the U.S. Government will take good care of you.

Huh.

And you'll just run back to 1893,

and that will be that?

That's the plan.

I have a better idea. Why don't you just kill me?

Get it over and done with.

- No, I don't think so. - Go on, do it.

Do you really want to go back to 1893,

and always know somewhere in the back of your mind

that you left me still out there?

Well, you won't be out anywhere, John.

You'll be in a cold, isolated little prison cell,

where you will spend your remaining days.

And you know what?

I will sleep like a little lamb.

You're a coward.

Your words mean nothing, John. I beat you.

And I didn't have to resort to killing you.

So if there's a life lesson for you to ponder,

for whatever life you have left,

let it be that good will always triumph over evil.

And that is the last sentence

of the last chapter of our little book.

Goodbye, my friend.

He's caught. He's actually caught.

- He is. - What happens to him now?

Agent Forbes has contacts within the government

who can make John disappear forever.

I thought you'd be happy to hear this.

I am.

It's just that after everything...

That it could really be over.

I just don't have a sense of closure.

That takes time.

And what does this mean for you?

Well, it means that, uh,

it's time for me to say goodbye

and return to 1893.

I have some work I have to do.

I'm sure you two have a lot to talk about.

Excuse me.

We both knew this moment was inevitable.

Yeah.

Sucks it has to be today.

Yes, it does.

Every moment we've had

has been clouded by doom and gloom.

And murder and mayhem.

Yeah.

Not a single date.

Excuse me?

We've never gone out on a date...

Just a night out where we had a little fun,

just the two of us.

What about tonight?

I can leave in the morning.

And you and I can have one last evening together.

It'll be our first... And last.

...but best date.

I have to work.

Why don't you meet me at the museum?

We're having a cocktail party for the exhibit.

Then afterwards, you and I can have some dinner,

just the two of us.

It will be my pleasure, Miss Walker.

Then it's a date, Mr. Wells.

Where are you taking me?

To a secure facility.

You're gonna spend the rest of your life locked away

where you can never hurt anyone ever again.

On what charges?

That's the best part.

We don't need any.

The National Defense Authorization Act

allows the Federal Government to hold

suspected domestic terrorists indefinitely,

no questions asked.

And why would you do that?

Don't you know how valuable I am?

Oh, I know all about your DNA and its potential.

But it's much too dangerous for this world,

and I'm gonna see to it that you never see the light of day again.

Settle in, Mr. Stevenson.

It's gonna be a long night.

You wanted to see me?

Yes, your suit just got back from the tailor

for your date with Jane tonight.

Vanessa, thank you.

I... I didn't mean for you to go through any trouble.

It's your last night with her. It should be special.

How can I ever repay you for everything that you've done for me?

- You already have. - How?

In my time here, the trouble that I've caused has cost you so much.

But you've given me the one thing

that was missing from my life.

Family?

Yep.

Now, be honest.

There must be some part of you that's ready

for an empty ballroom and some peace and quiet.

John Stevenson was the man I wanted gone,

and you took care of him for good.

However, I do wish you could stay a little longer.

I'm afraid that's impossible.

I know.

I can't believe this is already over.

It's not over...

Not until you put that on

and have an amazing night with the woman you love.

Right.

Thank you.

- Is security in place? - Uh-huh,

as are the caterers and the bar staff

and everything else you asked me about a billion times already.

Why are you so nervous?

It's my first event since I've been back.

All of our platinum donors will be here,

and Kathleen Lewis funded the exhibit.

I want to make sure she has fun tonight.

What's going on with your hot Brit? Is he coming tonight?

Yeah.

So, what's the problem?

He's going back home, to England.

You can always visit.

It's complicated.

It always is.

Does he know how you feel about him?

- I think so. - You better make sure

before he takes off and you lose your chance.

Oh look, work.

The DOD has access to super-max prisons all over the world.

Detainee operations agents are on their way to pick up John.

Hold on.

It's better if you don't know where he is.

The helicopter should be here any minute.

Words cannot express how relieved I am to hear that.

Enjoy your evening at the museum, Mr. Wells.

Thank you, Agent Forbes.

Get him ready. Change his restraints.

What's taking so long?

- Name, please? - George Wells.

Thank you, Mr. Wells.

Anything metal in your pockets?

No. I...

Unofficially named the "Invader,"

the A-36A Apache dive bomber

was the first U.S. Army Air Force...

All right.

Oh, good.

Kathleen.

We have half an hour until we unveil the exhibit.

I'm so excited this has all come together.

Excuse me.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Thank you.

Well, Vanessa got this for me,

but I feel I'm a tad bit overdressed.

No.

Everyone else should've tried harder.

Well I must say, you look spectacular, Miss Walker.

Thank you, Mr. Wells.

I'm glad you're here.

The planes are absolutely amazing.

It's fascinating to see how quickly aeronautics progressed

from the 1890s to the 1940s.

I do wonder what it would be like to fly.

Something tells me that you're gonna find out.

But, let's pretend I didn't say that.

Didn't realize how difficult this would be.

I wish I could go with you.

I wish I could stay.

We both know that's impossible, right?

Yes.

And it breaks my heart.

Well, no goodbyes.

- We're not there yet. - Mm.

I'm so sorry to interrupt.

I know this sounds silly,

but I was wondering if I could get a few minutes

to walk through the exhibition one last time

before we officially throw open the doors.

Of course.

Please, let me take you.

Oh, no, of course.

We'll pick up where we left off.

I won't be long.

Ah, thank you.

You're welcome.

What's with the tux?

Oh, just, uh, old-fashioned, I suppose.

It's a good look on you.

I'm actually here with someone.

Oh, so am I.

Or at least, I was.

We got into a fight.

He went outside and never came back.

Oh, I'm sorry. That's terribly rude.

No, it's my fault.

I dragged him here.

My family financed the aviation wing.

His dad was a garage mechanic.

Ah, a man out of his element.

I know something about that.

Sorry, would you excuse me for a moment?

I know you.

You look different.

A little less, uh, moustache-y.

- I'm Leon. I work with Jane. - Oh, yes.

You know she's really into you, right?

I am very much into her as well.

So, what's the deal with your friend?

Friend?

The other British guy you showed up with...

Dark hair, brooding.

Is he single? I mean, you can't both be straight.

I'm afraid he had to leave town.

Oh, no. I just saw him a minute ago.

Where?

Yeah, he was looking for Jane. I pointed him to the World War I exhibit.

- Where is that? - Uh, it's that way.

Jane?

- H.G.? - Oh.

What's wrong?

Your friend Leon told me...

Excellent timing.

Aah!

No!

I'm sorry, H.G., for letting John escape.

It doesn't matter anymore, does it?

Can you still take him away?

Now that the police are involved, John's gonna have to go through the system.

They already suspect that he's the Key Killer.

I'm sorry.

Why?

Why not kill me instead?

I believe I have.

She didn't deserve this.

No, she didn't.

I guess you should've killed me when you had the chance.

You want me to stoop to your level?

I never will.

Move it.

Hey.

I know there's nothing I can say that will make you feel better,

but I'm here, okay?

Whatever you need.

John was right.

It's my fault. Jane's blood's on my hands.

John is the one who killed Jane, not you.

Don't blame yourself.

God, she didn't deserve this.

She had her entire life before her.

I can't let John take that away from her.

- What are you gonna do? - Fix this.

No, I thought you said there was a reason

that we couldn't travel back in time,

that it was too dangerous.

I don't care. I'm not going to lose Jane. I don't...

H.G., I've lost people too, and I know the pain that you're in.

But you can't break the rules because the person you love is gone.

- John is in custody now. - Look, you don't understand.

It wasn't supposed to happen like this. I can fix it.

Everything that you told Vanessa is true.

The software I developed tracks the gravitational energy fluctuations

caused by your time machine.

The more you travel, the more you disrupt the timeline.

All right.

I'll risk it.

Do you know how far back you're gonna go?

Do you know what you're gonna do?

Six hours. That gives me plenty of time to stop John.

You know that if you go back to the same time repeatedly,

you'll tear the fabric of time.

- I don't care. I'm going. - H.G.

I can't let you do this.

Please, listen to us.

Then shoot me.

Step aside.

Damn it!

H.G.

H.G.! I thought you already left.

What are you doing here? You're gonna be late.

Late? Yeah.

The donor event starts in an hour.

The tux looks great on you.

I was supposed to come back six hours.

Something went wrong. I only have an hour.

What?

What are you talking about?

Uh, uh, nothing.

Um, I'm sorry.

I thought you'd be at the museum by now.

Look, just listen to me.

John is going to escape.

He's locked up in the back of the van.

I've got a man guarding him.

Trust me, he escapes.

Wait, what are you telling me?

There's only one way you could know that.

Would you just... Just stop him?

Todd, is everything okay in there?

Todd?

Forbes?

Forbes?

- I was invited by Jane Walker. - Excuse me, sir!

- Sir, excuse me. - I'm sorry. I have to get through.

Additional security in the lobby,

man in black tuxedo.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, sir. Hold on right there.

You don't understand. I have to get through. I understand, sir. I'm sorry.

I need to just verify your name, first, on the list.

No, I needed to stay home.

Where are you going?

- Hold on, sir. - Out back.

I need a smoke.

Just another minute.

Kathleen.

We have half an hour until we unveil the exhibit.

I'm so excited this has all come together.

Why don't I bring you in before we open the doors,

so you can take a little time for yourself?

I would love that.

Great.

This is ridiculous. Just hold on. We're working on it.

I can assure you. My name is on the list.

I know him. He's fine.

Hi. You look different, a little less moustache-y.

Jane?

Jane Walker?

Hey, you're not supposed to be in here.

Where's Jane?

- Where is she? - Whoa, slow down.

She was with a blond woman. Where are they?

Maybe Jane's walking her through the World War II exhibit,

- down that way. - Alert security.

She's in danger. Someone here is going to kill her.

What?

John, John, no, no, no.

Excellent timing.

You don't have to do this.

Well, actually, Jane, I disagree.

No, you can have me, John.

- Here I am. Let her go. - No, no, no.

I think this is a fitting end to our little story.

Aah!

No!

No, no, no, no, no, no. Oh, Jane.

Oh, God.

Okay, okay.

Hold it, hold it. Ohh.

I told you I would destroy you, Wells.

And now I've done it.

Now tell me...

...how does it feel?

What are you doing?

Get off of him!

His suit...

- Where are you going? - Out back.

I need a smoke.

Of course.

What are you doing here?

I know what you're up to.

I registered a massive distortion in the energy signature.

It happens every time the fourth dimension is breached.

You went back to save Jane, didn't you?

Yes, I failed.

I didn't go back as far as I needed.

- Something went wrong. - Because you can't do this.

You'll rip an even bigger hole in time,

and who knows where you'll even end up?

I will use the same tear in the timeline that I've already created.

No further damage will be done.

You already tried that. It didn't work.

Yes, but now I know how to get to Jane before John does.

I know how he accesses the museum.

The man in the navy suit... He's the key.

An hour's all I need.

Agent Forbes, we have had this argument before.

You will not win it.

This says I will.

You shoot me now,

I will never be able to return to 1893.

So tear or no tear,

the entire timeline will be altered

in ways neither of us can imagine.

Are you willing to take that risk?

Please H.G., don't do this!

Hi, H.G. I've been looking for you.

I... I'm in a terrible hurry, Vanessa.

Is that blood on your hands? What happened?

Sorry, not now. I have to get to the museum.

George Wells.

Thank you, Mr. Wells.

I have no metal in my pockets.

- $6,000. - Are you serious?

Do you know what I could do with six grand?

You needed something appropriate to wear.

No, I needed to stay home.

I'm so sorry to interrupt, but I need to thank you.

Your family's created such a fine collection of aviation exhibits.

Oh, thank you.

Are you a fan of mechanical engineering, by any chance?

I grew up in a repair shop.

There is a fully-restored P-47 engine

in the World War II exhibit.

2,800 horsepower and 18 cylinders...

It's just incredible.

You know, I could give you a private tour.

- Yeah. - Yes, that would...

You should do that.

Now.

Excuse me.

How lovely of you to save me the trouble of looking for you.

I know why you're here, John.

But this time around, the fight stays between you and me.

This time?

How did you know I'd come here?

You're more predictable than you think, John.

Or perhaps you've gotten a preview of things to come,

a glimpse into the future.

I see there's blood on your tuxedo.

Tell me...

how long did it take for Jane to bleed out last time?

George Wells... I've already checked in.

Jane!

H.G., what's wrong?

- We have to leave, now. - What happened?

- We have to leave right now. - I can't just leave.

Look, Jane, please.

John is here, and he intends to kill you.

What?

Are you bleeding?

Look, this isn't my blood. It's yours.

- John murdered you. - What are you talking about?

He killed you, and I've come back to save you.

You traveled back in time?

We have to hurry.

Run! Run! Run!

Come on.

He's dead.

We've got to get out of here. Let's go!

Okay, keep me updated.

That was my contact at NYPD.

The coroner just removed John's body.

The investigation's ongoing.

The museum has security cameras.

There could be footage of what happened.

It's all been taken care of.

None of this can be traced back to any of you.

Trust me.

It's truly over.

And now you can return to 1893.

Now?

Yes, she's right.

The sooner the better.

On my return home, I shall destroy the machine.

It was an honor to meet you.

Thank you, Agent Forbes.

Jane, show Agent Forbes out.

She'll be fine.

I'm sorry for what you had to do, Vanessa.

If you killed John, it would change everything that you are.

I couldn't let that happen.

Thank you.

You don't have to thank me.

We're family.

So what will you do now?

I don't know.

Sitting on the beach with a cocktail and a good book

sounds nice.

Do you know any good authors?

Well, the one I'm most familiar with hasn't written much lately.

I have a feeling that's going to change.

Thank you.

No. Thank you.

So, this is it.

My final voyage.

I thought about getting you something, but...

all I could hear was your voice in my head.

Bringing back a gift could potentially change the course of history.

It's a shame.

I wouldn't mind a keepsake.

Or a computer.

So, that's what I got for you.

I have nothing as amazing for you.

You've given me so much more than you know.

When I met you,

I had no idea where my life was going.

I was scattered.

You were not scattered.

Okay.

Wrong word.

I was lost.

I didn't know what I wanted my life to be like.

And now you do?

I may not know what I want,

but I know how to look for it

and find it.

And you've given me that.

I'm glad.

Sadly, all I know is what I don't want.

And that's leaving you.

I don't know why time and destiny brought us together,

but I am so happy it did.

If it meant anything less

than the destruction of the universe itself,

I would never leave you.

I love you too much.

I love you, too.

I always will.

It's been an absolute pleasure, Miss Walker.

Jane?

We now turn to a report on our military's use

of a groundbreaking gene-enhancement program

known as Project Utopia.

On the front lines

of what some are already calling World War III,

the U.S. launched an attack against Axis forces

with great success, thanks to the scientific breakthroughs

of Stevenson Industries. Founded by Dr. John Stevenson,

the company has led the war on terrorism since first introducing

its revolutionary gene-enhancement therapy years ago.

The Department of Defense credits Stevenson Industries' advanced work

as the core reason for winning the war.

Dr. Stevenson recently opened a brand-new facility in New York,

and was gracious enough to give us a tour.

John.

No, no, but you were dead.

You forget how special I am, H.G.

I'm a medical miracle.

How did you know I would be here?

Well, I wasn't sure you'd come.

But I kept this place under watch just in case.

Where's Vanessa?

Vanessa?

Vanessa.

Name doesn't ring a bell.

Vanessa...

Oh, yes.

Vanessa Anders... The woman who shot me. She's dead.

No.

And Jane?

Oh.

Now, there's a name I remember.

Please, John.

She's not dead.

There are some things worse than death, H.G.

Wouldn't you agree?

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