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We do not have time for mysteries, Henry. Our work is at a critical stage.

Well, in a few days we will be able to hit English targets at build.

I feel Germany is finally on the verge of the great victory.

High Command is not interested in your feeling, Doctor.

The Allies are closing on all sides. We need hard results.

Go on.

Go then.

It's called a laptop.

Sophisticated type of computer.

More powerful than all the allied calculating devices combined.

Where are the vacuum tubes?

The power supply?

What is this IBM?

It doesn't matter how it works, just that it does.

Not the box. The information inside the magic box.

Okay?

Schematics for an advanced missile guidance.

Formulas for more powerful fuels.

And... The

ultimate weapon.

The atomic bomb.

The year is 2007.

Time travel is a reality and it's fallen into criminal hands.

With history itself at risk, the United States has formed the Time Enforcement

Commission. A top secret agency responsible for policing the Temples

Police and intelligence track unlawful travelers across time. Their mission,

protect the past, preserve the future. These agents are known as Time Cops.

Tell me what that was all about, Mr. Quitzer. I thought the presentation went

quite well.

You were supposed to design a simple temporal confluence chart for the House

Intelligence Committee, not some multimedia extravaganza. Any key puncher

put together a pie chart. I figured this way we could show off the department's

new graphics system.

Sell some sizzle with the silicone?

By bombarding the ranking House Republican with a holographic DBS. She

narrator. She didn't have any clothes on!

That was a glitch.

You've got to admit, the imaging?

Spectacular.

Hey, Genghis.

Big fan.

Officer Logan, now returning from South Africa, 9 -2 -13 -3.

All right, who's ready?

It's nice to be back, Fuller. Well, she's only been calling every ten

so I was just curious.

Frederica is part of something known as a social life.

You should try it one of these days.

Since when are RTC historians in charge of distributing phone messages?

I'm very flexible.

I'll remember that.

Call Freddy.

Hi, this is Freddy. Please leave a message as sound as a tone, unless this

Jack. I waited four hours, so don't bother. In fact, don't call back.

Ever.

Welcome back.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy, Jack. You're scaring my computer, Diggs.

You know, breaking your desk won't fix things with your girlfriend.

I mean, when I was your age, I, uh... I, uh...

Ah, hell, I'm no good with this touchy -feely stuff.

Yeah, it's funny.

The Tuzik.

I'm there.

Computer probability is up to level seven, Captain. Magnet is still

Looks like a massive temporal rip.

Whoa. This is tearing through history like a freight train. If we don't catch

it, it's going to run right over us. Pipe everything down to historical.

Children, I'm not hearing anything.

Miss Fuller?

Our ripple emanates from September 1944, Berlin, Germany.

Obviously a war -related transgression.

Thank you, Boyd Kritzer.

Captain, Miss Fuller, anything else?

I didn't get many hits off the target date, so I cross -referenced forward.

The ripple incepts two days before the Nazis launch their first V2 attack on

London. That's it. Wait a minute. Some V2s weren't launched from Berlin. They

didn't have the range.

And besides, they were conventional weapons.

I mean, I don't care what they hit. It would not rate a level seven.

Unless our purpose is something unconventional.

Work up a full historical dossier. Names, maps, nearest Motel 6.

Logan, prep for temporal insertion.

What?

It's not as if you got anything better to do.

Yeah. As a result of my last assignment.

Want to hit some more deaths? Be my guest.

What am I, stuck in the TC version of a revolving door? There must be someone

else. Somebody who speaks German, which, by the way, I do not.

You mean like McClane? Yeah, there you go, McClane.

Home with the flow. Not to mention he snaps if there's too much foam in his

latte. Damn it, Jack. We're not talking about some fluffball going back to 06

and buying up Beverly Hills for chump change.

This ripples off the board. I need the best.

You gonna breathe? me or not.

Fuller's found a double agent deep inside the Nazi scientific division.

A German citizen named Hannah Schmidt.

She might be able to help. Assuming I can convince her I'm on her side.

That's your job, pal.

Three missions in one week? This is a joke, right? Talk to him, not me. He

ordered it. Oh, that is such a load, Jack.

You're like some time -traveled junkie. You've got to get your fix of the past.

What is it?

Is there something in the here and now you don't like?

Amy, this isn't the time. No, no, you go back to 1944 because there are

certainly no problems for you to face back there. With all due respect, Miss

Freud, we got a major problem back in 1944.

The ladies do it!

Gotta go.

Set. Mark.

You know, I've been subbing for Hemmings for two weeks, but I get the impression

she knows more about you than I do, Jack.

And I, uh... Uh -huh.

Uh, never mind.

That's right.

I forgot you're our token enigma.

Lock it. Peter, position and set.

Secure all ports. Commencing historical download now.

Boundstrasse.

Whatever you just said, I don't blame you.

You speak English?

Yeah. My name's Logan.

I'm an American sent by the resistance.

No American would be mad enough to be in Berlin now.

You don't even speak German. But I know that Johanna Schmidt born May 3rd, 1917

in Munich. Parents Willem and Marie both dead. One brother, Renier, who died at

the hands of Gestapo during a student protest in 1938.

You know that. And what happened to the officer who shot him.

You've been working as a clerk in the Nazi research division since April 43

you were recruited by the OSS. You've been passing Nazi secrets to the Allies

ever since.

Not here.

Look.

What else do you know about me?

You know about your contacts in the resistance, your codes, your drop

The mole on the inside of your left thigh.

Even tomorrow's dinner plans.

And the fare of steak with Eric Goebbels himself.

Details to be duly reported back to Allied command.

You're crazy. I'm not going to any dinner at...

Lucky

guess.

So if you wanted to kill me, what is it you want?

Hitler's losing the war.

He's desperate. He's pinning his last hopes on the development of a super

weapon, an atomic weapon. I remember documents involving heavy water

experiments. I'm impressed.

Did I read the documents I saw, or did I understand them?

You're going to point that gun at me again, aren't you?

I was under the impression the atomic program had stalled.

Well, we think it might be getting kick -started again.

Has anything different been going on?

Maybe a new face?

There was someone.

Someone special.

All very hush -hush. My area, the research division, was suddenly put

double guard.

You have to get me inside.

Just like that.

I've been at risk for months.

And now you expect me to jeopardize my missions with someone I don't even know?

It's ridiculous.

Unless... Unless what?

Two weeks ago, the Nazis captured a coded message.

A list of Allied double agents in the European theater.

It was forwarded to the Research Council for analysis.

If they break the code, dozens of Allied operatives could be compromised.

I know where the list is kept, but the room is heavily guarded.

I can't get to it.

But an officer...

the list in exchange for your trust.

Done.

Be sure if I even suspect you are not who you say you are. Hannah, learn to

yes as an answer.

I'll need a place to stay.

Oh, that was subtle.

Once I lost all feeling in my back and legs, I was fine.

I thought you said you reported to work in the morning.

5 a .m. is morning.

Hey.

You never did tell me where you're from.

Washington, D .C.

I've seen pictures.

It looks very pretty. It's a place I've always wanted to go.

Maybe someday you will.

I doubt that very much.

The loop is kept in the courtroom, ground floor. Bring it to me. I'll

you from there.

How are we going to get in?

Good morning, Carl. You're looking well today.

Why, thank you, Hannah.

I brought you some tea.

Bet you're going to divert him, not kill him.

Carl, I'm having a problem with the sink in my room.

I was wondering if you might come by, see if there was anything you could do.

I'm afraid there's a terrible leak in the sink and I... Oh, not my uniform.

What's been happening?

Forgive me?

What's wrong with this picture?

Nice graphics.

It ain't your daddy's donkey tongue.

You're from the future. Well, that makes two of us.

Like that's everything.

See ya.

Don't

look

at me.

Fuller is going to love this one.

It's nice to be back, Fuller.

It's Major Fuller.

Where is everybody?

The facility's only on maintenance staff. There were no returns scheduled

tonight.

I don't know you, and that is not a regulation uniform.

Reinecker Industries.

Reinecker, what does Reinecker have to do with anything?

The launch happened. The Nazis won.

I nailed the wrong guy.

You. You're not from here.

Got that right. So, I'm going back. You two, drop your weapons.

Now!

Something.

Oh, kinky.

You, draw your nightstick.

Good. Now hit your buddy with it, hard.

Well, it's either that or... Don't shoot.

I love that Nazi enthusiasm.

Now, cup yourself to something solid.

The launch computers are monitored 24 hours a day. You program a launch and

you'll have a tactical team down here within a second.

You know something?

Is any of my four in there?

I'm sorry.

Shouldn't be so hard.

Okay. Reverse the temporal coordinates. Germany, 1944.

Good. Rotating. Sure. Like I do this every day.

Good.

What's wrong with this picture?

Nice graphics.

It ain't your daddy, Donkey Kong.

You're from the future.

Well, that makes two of us.

But that's everything.

Your performance as my stand -in was perfect, albeit brief.

And make sure I get my sneakers and earrings back.

Always carry a spare.

Collecting the information now.

That was easy.

Collecting plutonium.

That could be tricky.

And just a little dab will do you.

Ha ha ha.

Will you stop being such a Nazi?

That's right, you are one.

Woo!

Almost forgot.

You saw me disappear into thin air, so naturally you're scared, confused.

You want to know what happened. You want to know who I really am. Well, I will

tell you everything, but you have to promise not to scream.

That's for lying to me.

I knew I left something out.

And I am sorry for lying to you, but it couldn't be helped.

What I'm going to tell you is going to be very hard to believe, but it's the

truth, I swear.

Harder to believe than seeing you vanish?

Well, yeah.

I'm from the future.

You said you'd tell me the truth. That is the truth.

Shall I keep going? Because it doesn't get any better.

I was born in 1974, 30 years from now.

When I was a kid, World War II was nothing more than a scratchy documentary

history class.

Oh, my God.

This is beyond insane.

You're right, it is insane.

But not as insane as it's going to get if Dr. Renniker succeeds, because he's

from the future, too.

And he's brought with him a technology which will prevent the Allied victory.

You say Allied victory like it's a fact. How do you know? Because your future is

my past. But Reiniger is trying to change that. And if it succeeds, all of

London will be reduced to ash and the world will change forever. You said you

wanted the truth.

That's it.

Tomorrow.

Wood came today.

The entire research division's been ordered to assemble tomorrow in the

near Weissenberg.

They said it was a surprise bar.

Well, maybe the surprise will be on there.

Reinecker!

What? You refuse to cooperate with our scientists.

If anything happened to you, your weapon would be lost.

You just figured that out?

The Fuhrer ordered you! He orders me nothing!

I'm not one of his black shirt robots.

Sieg Heilig to Reichen country.

This is a business deal, remember? And I'm the EO.

Yes, I'll win your war for you.

And Hitler will finance Reinecker Industries.

And I will unleash a barrage of technological advances that will make

look like Thomas Edison, look like a village idiot.

I'm talking about lasers, computer chips, fiber optics.

I'm talking about more money than the Fortune 500 combined.

So Führer doesn't care about your money. He only wants to crush the Allies once

and for all.

And tell Hitler to strap on his droll cup, because tomorrow's going to be a

foggy day in London town.

Berlin,

September 8th, 1944.

Cross -reference date with the current case file.

I'm sorry I couldn't get that list of agents for you, but that's history.

We're not allowed to change history.

This is a strange job you have.

What did you call it?

I'm a time cop.

And yes, it's very strange.

But you like it.

I'm good at it.

But you like it.

You and Fuller would get along great.

Who? She's a woman I work with. She says I'm more comfortable in the past than

in the present.

Not that I'd ever tell her, but she's right.

Why?

In my time, things change fast. There's no stability.

And in the past, things are simpler. There's black and white.

Right or wrong. There's good. There's evil.

You might be right.

I don't know the future.

But...

It seems like you're running from something.

Yeah?

Everywhere I go, smart women.

We can talk about that later.

Don't have it later.

Try to get some sleep.

You're leaving?

I want you to stay here today.

Don't go near the launch.

I have to go.

Don't be suspicious.

It's too dangerous.

It's a bit late for that, don't you think?

Unless you want to tell me something about my future.

I'm serious. Tell them you're sick. Tell them anything.

What is this?

What are you trying to...

You know I'm going to die.

Listen to me.

That is not going to happen. But it already has.

It's history, isn't that what you said?

The launch will be stopped, the Allies will win, and I... It's not going to

happen.

Where are you going?

Reinecker's lab. I have to take him back.

Stay here.

Please.

You understand this technology?

I'll just take this. Please, explain it to me.

Well... That's what's commonly known as a

crash.

Temper, temper.

Great, great gun.

You've been busy. Bad news, Doc. Your system's shot.

But don't worry, I understand there'll be a radio shack down the block in about

40 years.

Nine! Nine!

God, what is it with you people and guns?

That's how you use a gun.

Missiles don't push my butt.

But like the song says, whatever gets you through the night.

Rolling Stone.

John Lennon. But it's an easy mistake.

Not.

Do you think you stopped me? I don't need a computer to

invent new technology.

It's all up here.

Something's behind you.

Just wanted to make sure you hadn't interfered with our launch.

Well, everything seems to be okay, and so I guess you're going back.

Only this time, you're going to stay back.

I mean,

kill him.

Wrong way, Doc.

We got the truck.

I couldn't let them hurt you.

I just made fun of them.

You're not going to stop me.

Adopted. No, you couldn't.

First V2 was launched on London today.

That's history.

London's history?

In a few minutes, the entire city will be incinerated, and the Nazis will have

won the war.

Yes!

Is it yours?

Oh, man.

You disarmed it? Night before last, when you were checking on your scientists.

This is turning into a really bad day.

The only thing that's going to hit London is a couple of tons of tin in

high -tech guidance system.

Of course, that's nothing compared to what'll hit the fan once your Nazi

find out the Reinacher special was done.

I'm not worried, cop.

Hell, I can talk those idiots into anything. It's not like they're rocket

scientists. Good.

So go ahead.

Explain it to them.

Now's as good a time as any.

What are you going to do?

Plutonium and guidance systems gone.

Only thing left is Reinecker's advanced fuel mixture.

Okay, listen up, everyone. Hi, Hitler.

The missile was sabotaged, and it's not going to explode. But don't you worry,

because everything we're going to need to know is right here. And I'm going to

be able to build up a brand new one.

Bigger. Better.

Wait,

wait. You don't understand. I can build another one three days. Come on, man.

You gotta... No!

Whatever you're doing, you should be quick.

Now what? You can't change history.

Right.

It's quite a list.

They were almost finished decoding. Laniker's computer sped up the process.

I don't think they could have cracked the code without it.

Now we'll never know.

Anna Schmidt's dead.

Disappear. Change your name, your identity.

Find a life that makes sense.

You're right.

You are good at your job.

It's a living.

I would take you with me if I could.

It's all right. I belong here.

Do something with that doc, will you? Yeah.

I read the file on Hannah Schmidt after you left.

It must have been hard, you know, knowing that she was... Ah, hell.

Do me a favor, Gene. Don't sympathize.

Don't even try.

Thanks. I think that would be best for everyone.

Major Fuller, how's the job?

Fine.

Oh, how I love a man in uniform.

Welcome back, Jack.

It's nice to be back.

Okay, man, I was thinking about what you said, you know, about me being more

comfortable in the past.

Yeah?

I thought maybe we could talk about it.

Maybe over a drink?

Sounds good. Where should we go?

Well, I know a great little, uh, speakeasy in 1926 New York.