All language subtitles for timecop_s01e01_a_rip_in_time

Whoa. Oh, yeah, come on.

Looking for some company?

You all right?

What's the matter?

Cat got your tongue?

Come on, dog.

You're scaring me.

Jack the Ripper.

Thank you, sir.

I thought I was a goner for sure.

The knight's still young, Catherine.

How do you know my name?

You're famous, Catherine.

You were murdered by Jack the Ripper.

But you just killed him. No, Catherine.

I just became him.

2007. Time travel is a reality. It is
falling to criminal hands.

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

Commission, a top secret agency
responsible for policing the temporal

These evil agents track unlawful
travelers across time.

Their mission, protect the past,
preserve the future.

These agents are known as Time Cops.

Just relax, Logan. They're only
holograms. It's not going to hurt.

Famous last words from the esteemed TEC
Science and Research Division.

If you're not completely still, you'll
induce vertigo.

Hemmings, didn't you tell me two months
ago you'd only be here for a week?

Temporal systems evaluation is an
ongoing project. I'm here as long as I

be. Besides, I find you much more
resilient than those guinea pigs.

That's giving me a headache.

That's because you're trying to make
sense of everything you're saying. Stop

thinking.

That's easy for you, Logan.

Ah.

Well, if you want my professional
opinion, your little migraine machine is

bust. It's called a sublimator, and
those images it was bombarding at you

absorbed directly into your
subconscious.

Great, so it's a waste of time I won't
remember having.

So you wouldn't have any idea what was
going on in New York in May 1954?

Dial -up for Murder was the number one
movie at the box office, The Pajama Game

opened on Broadway, and Bloomingdale's
introduced the first automatic coffee

machine.

How the hell did I know that?

I just downloaded your subconscious mind
with information about 1954 New York,

and I can do the same thing for any era.

Great. I'm sure every Jeopardy
contestant in the world would love five

with you. It's not about trivial
pursuit, Logan.

Try to remember that every time you
travel to the past, you potentially

the future. You mentioned television to
someone in 1850. All of a sudden, World

War I is broadcast live on CNN.

Yeah, yeah. I know the dangers.

And I know that you have a natural
inclination to help people beyond your

mission parameters. So, think of this as
a safeguard.

The only safeguard I need is my
instinct.

Your instinct.

Then next time, just pack a loincloth
and a club.

Officers Logan and Hemmings report to
Captain Matusak in the dome.

Logan, Hemmings.

We got level three.

We isolated the ripples to origin?

1880 at London, England.

What about a specific date?

Any second. We're just narrowing the
field scan.

November 7th, 1888.

Honey, I didn't hear enough.

Billy, our chief historian, is
conducting serious research here.

I don't expect a time monkey like you to
understand this, but tabloids give you

the real full sign of culture.

They're the spice rack of history,
always adding a little flavor.

Enough!

Easter, what do you know about 1888
London?

Ah, Victorian England.

Britannia ruled the waves and inflicted
Sherlock Holmes, Oliver Twist, and Peter

Pan on the rest of us. Does November 7th
have any particular significance?

Give me a second.

Oh, well.

Looks like I forgot Victorian England's
most dubious contribution, the first

modern serial killer.

November 7th, 1888 was the day Jack the
Ripper murdered his fourth victim.

One Catherine Eddowes.

Oh, wait a minute. There's some serious
revisionist history going on here.

The body of Sir William Gould,
distinguished Harley Street physician,

discovered ten feet from Catherine
Eddowes. But I thought the Ripper only

targeted women.

He did. Five ladies of the night, to be
exact. The problem is, William Gould was

the Ripper.

What are you talking about, Jack? The
Ripper was never caught.

That's because those yahoos at Scotland
Yard couldn't find a kilt in the spin

cycle. I, on the other hand, have
studied the evidence and am of the

that William Gull was Jack. He's the
only likely suspect.

If Gull was the Ripper and he was killed
on November 7th, how then could he

murder his fifth and final victim, Mary
Kelly, two days later?

That, Officer Hemmings, is a true time
paradox.

And I'd suggest the source of your
ripple.

Someone must have gone back and taken
out Jack the Ripper.

Well... Mary Kelly still died, so
obviously this guy is no saint.

Maybe he went back to take the Ripper's
place.

If you're right, I don't want to think
about the domino effect this sick puppy

could have on history.

Suit up, Logan.

Temporal insertion in six minutes.

How

was

your crash course in Victorian England?

I can't believe I have to go back and
save Jack the Ripper. You don't. Sir

William Gould died six months after his
last victim's death. According to

Easter, Gould's life had no real
historical repercussions beyond the

murders.

What's the plan then?

Catch this new Ripper. We know he's
going to complete Gould's work and

Mary Kelly. She died on November 9th.
Her body was dumped in Dorset Mews in

District of London called Whitechapel.
So we're going to put you back in the

early evening. That should give you
enough time to get to Dorset Mews and

this guy.

And save Mary Kelly.

Oh, don't start. You know the rules.

History says she died that night. It's
your job to preserve history. Get in,

out, don't stir the pot.

Think you can handle that, Logan?

I'll just have to cure my instinct.

Still have a scar from landing on the
White House fence.

Clear the platform.

Initiate temporal stream.

Just another brick in the wall.

Ten.

Nine.

Thank you. I'm Blair to your chief.

I could kiss you.

Take that back.

Charles! Help me!

That won't be necessary. I can find the
door all by myself.

Who the devil are you?

It's really a long and very complicated
story.

Call a constable, Charles!

He tried to attack me!

Come on. Put him up. I'll sort you out
in short time.

Listen, pal, I don't want to embarrass
you in front of your wife on your

night, so why don't you just let me
pass?

I was home county's boxing champ two
years running.

Thank you.

Now, where are his clothes?

Dorset News is in the shadow of Big Ben.

the wrong night to sue your oats.

And you picked the wrong night to kill
an innocent woman. The world's not going

to miss one more streetwalker.

Besides, it was her destiny.

Well, I'm your destiny.

And you're going down.

Now, you do not have any idea who you're
dealing with.

I'm out of here.

Right this way.

That's him.

That's the man who attacked my wife.

Much for getting in and out.

I thought, duh.

Back away from him, sir.

He's the Ripper.

Hold on, guys.

Your work speaks for itself.

I didn't do this.

Tell it to the hangman, Jack.

What don't you understand?

Don't you people invent English?

I've been telling you all night. I am
not Jack the Ripper. I was chasing him.

You were just a good Samaritan, eh?

Pull the other one.

Inspector Wells!

This is the Ripper.

Oh, congratulations,

Constable. Oh, I guess you bobbies can
show a Scotland Yard boy's a thing or

two. Thank you, Inspector.

I take it that you have an eyewitness to
the crime and a murder weapon? Well,

not exactly.

So then this man is just a suspect,
which means there's still an

which leads me to believe I am not out
of a job yet.

No, sir.

Then get the crowd out of here and
cordon off the area, or I won't be able

say the same about you.

Finally, a cool head.

Inspector, my name is Jack Logan. Oh, I
said if this place wasn't enough of a

circus, an American is thrust into the
fray. Please, we haven't got much time.

Oh, I think you'll find me to be a very
efficient man, Mr. Logan.

So far, I can place you at the scene of
the crime. crime, and I have an

irate colonel who claims you assaulted
him and his bride, then stole his

clothes.

All right, I admit I borrowed his
clothes, but everything else was

false. I pray someone can vouch for you.

She can.

And who might you be?

Thompson. And your occupation?

You know what I am.

Am I to assume that Mr. Logan was in
your paid company?

No. He was fighting another man outside
my door.

Can you describe this other man?

You'll never forget him.

He had a face of pure evil.

That's the Ripper.

You're coming with me to Scotland Yard.
Didn't you hear what you just said? I

can hardly take the word of a fallen
woman over that of a colonel in Her

Majesty's army.

So much for equal rights. Curb your
tongue, Mr. Logan.

You're in serious trouble. And so is
this woman. She's the only one who saw

ripper's face, and I can guarantee he'll
be back for her.

Lads, I want two of you to escort this
woman home and stand guard outside her

building. Two isn't going to be enough.

Lock him up.

It's moving towards a level five.

I'm scanning everything from the London
Times to the Lambeth Post.

There are still no anomalies and no red
flags.

Something's changed in 1888. It hasn't
grown up yet.

Then why is the ripple turning into a
tidal wave? It's a computer, not a

ball. There may be another problem.

We've never had anyone back this far for
so long.

We still don't know what effect such
prolonged temporal displacement has on

human molecular structure.

In English, Hemmings?

Theoretically, the longer Logan stays
back, the greater the chance he could be

squashed like a temporal grape.

Kind of was painful the first time.

Theoretically, how long is too long?

I haven't determined that yet.

I thought you two were problem solvers.

Widen the scan.

Something's going on back there. It's
your job to find out what it is.

You've got no passport.

There's no record of you in any
transatlantic ship's log.

What did you do, Mr. Logan? Fall out of
the sky and right into the middle of my

murder inquiry?

I know a lot about this case and I want
to help you.

Oh, you wouldn't be the first murderer
who wanted to assist in his own

investigation. Inspector, both you and I
know that I did not kill Mary Kelly.

How did you know the deceased woman's
name?

We only identified her ten minutes ago.

Oh, keep going.

The more you talk, the more you
incriminate yourself. The more we talk,

time we have to catch the Ripper. You've
already wasted a day. I have a

suspicion he's right in front of me. The
Ripper's first three victims were

killed with a knife.

Mary Kelly and Catherine Eddowes were
slashed to death with something

A weapon which has your coroner
scratching his head. Only the murderer

know that.

The Ripper is using a concentrated
energy source.

That can cut through anything.

Energy source?

I mean, what lunacy is this?

I mean, you're beginning to sound like
my nephew, Herbert.

At least he confines his preposterous
fantasies to the realm of fiction.

You've got a case you can't solve and a
killer on the loose who has no intention

of stopping. If you don't let me help,
more women are going to die, starting

with Anne Thompson.

I'm contacting the American Embassy in
the morning, and you better hope they

explain your enigmatic presence.

Otherwise, I'm charging you with murder.

You have no idea what you're dealing
with.

There's one thing I've learned about
killers.

They want to be caught because of their
heart of hearts. They know they're

guilty. You're going to have to trust me
on this one.

The Ripper just wants to be famous.

Many have tried.

Many have died.

Is that the Thames down there? That's
right.

Biggest sewer in London.

If you fall down, I'll kill you that
way.

I gotta get out of here.

Who doesn't?

My last cellmate went crazy.

When he got out, he actually moved to
Australia.

Now that's hell on earth.

What are you in here for?

They think I'm Jack the Ripper.

Well, the only way you're going to get
out of here, mate, is to find a chisel.

And dig.

Kind of lets you travel through time.

I've been picking the wrong pocket, so I
have.

Good evening, gentlemen.

You know, you bobbies really should...

I'm looking for the so -called Ripper!

Down here!

Well, a time traveler.

And from your earlier heroics, I assume
that you're a member of the esteemed T

.E .C.

Time Cop.

I still know my march back.

I was thinking it might be safe here if
I tossed it.

Oh, what if some peasant got a hold of
it in low time?

Suddenly you've introduced time travel
to a world that hasn't even grasped the

electric light bulb.

Then I'll just have to keep it close to
me.

You wouldn't want to destroy your ticket
home.

Oh, you are wasting my time, officer.

Can't you see that I am in the process
of improving history? How can you

anything by killing more women?

Jack the Ripper was nothing but a
sideshow freak.

I intend on killing five times as many
women as he did.

And when I'm finished, history will
remember the Ripper as the one true.

Homicidal genius.

I tell you what, I'm going to start with
your little Dorset muse, Harlot. But if

I've got your timepiece, are you ever
going to get back to enjoy your fame?

That's all you're really after?

Oh, don't you ever presume to understand
me.

I'm a visionary.

Once you've mastered the art of murder,
you've touched the face of God.

You're not a visionary.

You're a psychopath.

Damn dwarf.

You know what I had to sling through to
get to you?

Haven't I had that one before?

I don't know what you're expecting, but
I've got my standards.

That's not the reason I'm here.

Good.

So you didn't do me no favors with the
police.

They've been out there all night,
scaring away customers.

That's the least of your problems.

The man you saw was Jack the Ripper, and
he's coming back to get you.

You've been trouble from the moment I
laid eyes on you.

I knew I should have kept me door shut.

You went out of your way to save my
life.

Now let me save yours.

I can take care of myself.

I've been doing it since I was 12.

Are these yours?

They're nothing.

You've got real talent.

Well, I'm just a working girl.

Draws pretty pictures, take her mind off
her life.

Believe me, men don't pay me for my
pictures.

Maybe one day they will.

No, in my luck, that won't be till I'm
dead and buried.

Oh, I think it might be sooner than
that.

You're about to be published in the
Whitechapel Gazette.

Are you mad or something?

It's tabloid, right?

Yeah, but they never print one of my
sketches.

Well, they would if you offered them a
sketch of Jack the Ripper.

Tabloids are always looking for
something to spice up a story. What

better?

Why don't you start drawing?

How's it look?

All too real.

You really think they'll print it?

Is there anything like the tablets back
home that print it in a heartbeat?

Take this to the Whitechapel Gazette.

They hide somewhere safe.

Whatever you do, don't come back.

The Ripper will be looking for you here.

How do we get past them bobbies?

Play a little fox and hound.

Hold on to your surfboards. I've got a
live one.

This is the November 10, 1888 edition of
the Whitechapel Gazette. Now, when my

computer scanned this paper two hours
ago, this sketch wasn't there.

Let's magnify it.

Right -hand corner, what does that say?

Logan Graphics. Thought I'd have a gun
if I didn't get some message in a

Run it through the infrared scanner. I
want every inch of the sketch analyzed.

The fingerprint.

How did Logan do that?

19th century printing data was
downloaded in the sublimator.

I guess you can teach a time monkey new
tricks.

Now that we have our time travelers
mugshot and fingerprint, let's find out

he is.

This man has a pocket watch in his
possession.

Find it.

How are we all? Thank you, gentlemen.

Yes, sir, Inspector.

You have no idea what you're holding in
your hands.

Well... Well, sell, mate. It does more
than tell the time.

A man reduced my jail to rubble looking
for it, and I want answers, Mr. Logan.

I can't tell you.

Oh, come now. The last time we spoke,
you seemed to have the answers for

everything. The man who destroyed your
jail is the Ripper.

You give me that watch back, and I'll
help you find him.

That's awfully magnanimous of you, Mr.
Logan, but you're still not telling the

truth. And I have no patience for liars.

The Ripper is a time traveler.

This watch is his passport back to the
future.

I've been sent to stop him.

Truth is, I'm a policeman just like you.

Whenever you write stories and read them
at the dinner table, Herbert, I say,

nobody cares about men from Mars or time
machines.

I guess I owe the lad an apology.

Sir, we found the girl coming out of the
Whitechapel Gazette. Where is she?

Two officers are escorting her home.
Straight into the ripper's hands.

They're alive, thank God.

Let's find who he's after.

Together she dies.

Is there no end to the games this man
will play?

When do all hands come together?

He's talking about time. Of course, all
the hands of a clock come together at

midnight. What time is it?

Eleven forty -five.

Maybe the answer's staring us right in
the face.

Big Ben.

But how can you be certain?

Because it's the most famous clock, and
this guy thinks he's become the most

famous killer.

And it looks like we've got a winner.

Our temporal intruder's name is Ian
Pascoe.

Well, that's weird. There's no driver's
license or photo ID.

Read me a social security number. I'll
run it and see if he's got an FBI file.

924 -6789.

You want to know why Pascoe doesn't have
a driver's license?

He can't drive yet, and he's only 13
years old.

You're telling me Logan's fighting a
teenager?

Yeah, what happened? Kid going to a
preview best in rage?

He's fighting the adult Pascoe.

But that means... Past goes from the
future, my guess. At least 20 years.

Oh, we need to find this kid today. Get
him into some serious therapy.

Too late.

He's been missing for two months.
According to his file, he had an

with his foster parents.

He poisoned them the next day.

Great. We can't find him now. Logan
can't stop him then.

Whoever said time is on your side?

Inspector Wells, I'm up here.

I'm sure the inspector will understand
that this is just between you and me.

One time traveler to another.

Where's the hand?

You show me yours, I'll show you mine.

Give me the watch.

This is no time for games.

That's my point exactly.

The more you quibble, the more time
just... takes away.

No.

All right, then.

I'll be the mature one, and I'll go
first.

I want to illustrate the gravity of my
point.

So...

I dreamed of this little fashion
accessory.

And I didn't see who.

What do you think?

See, it's calibrated to Big Ben here, so
I guess you could consider it the

ultimate ticking cog.

Just between you and me, I wouldn't want
to be caught dead in it after midnight.

Oh, don't. Don't waste your precious
energy.

It's made from an impenetrable alloy.

Just in case you're wondering, that's a
little head of your time.

I thought we were going to keep this
between fellow time travelers.

Well, Miss Thompson raises that
interesting time paradox.

Does her life affect yours?

If she dies, will you ever be born?

Yes, the world will be different, but...

And that is a Pandora's box you just do
not want to open.

So, be a good little boy, give me the
timepiece, and I'll give you the

deactivation code.

You're not a visionary.

You're a coward.

And I bet you're not willing to die for
this watch.

trouble since you laid eyes on me.

I have no idea how I'm going to explain
this to my superiors in Scotland Yard.

Say what I'm going to say.

Ripper escaped through a time door.

I've got a pension to think about.

Then just tell them the Jack the Ripper
murders are over.

I still didn't get my man.

Neither did I.

Blasted nephew.

Can't get his nose out of anything.

Allow me, Inspector.

Always wanted to meet H .G. Wells.

Never cease to surprise me, Mr. Logan.

Elementary, my dear Inspector.

Elementary.

Officer Logan, returning from London,
888.

About time.

The Eagle has landed.

I almost had him. You did the right
thing, Logan. The Ripper free ended at

victims. No one else died. You preserved
history in your own unique way. I know.

I shouldn't have altered that newspaper.

Actually, I thought that was a brilliant
piece of police work.

Really? What's one more anonymous sketch
of a Ripper suspect?

It's not going to change anything.

I guess I was wrong about your migraine
machine.

I guess I misjudged your instinct.

One question, though.

The vault is for retrieved future
technology. Why are you depositing that

antique?

You know the golden rule of future tech.

Don't ask, don't tell.

Pascoe's still out there. Shouldn't we
at least study the watch?

Too dangerous.

What if your scientific curiosity was
influenced?

The future has to proceed at its own
pace. You know that.

Just think of me as a... safeguard.

I'd like to give this to you. This is my
first edition of The Time Machine by H

.G. Wells.

Oh, thanks, Easter. I'm touched.

Oh, don't be. It's worthless.

Your temporal intervention has defiled
the classic.

What was once a glorious sea of words on
parchment is now punctuated by a series

of illustrations.

Like literacy needed another foot in the
grave.

Illustrations by Anne Thompson.